This is where I hang, isn’t it? 4.5 (76)

Mike heard the vehicle pull up outside in the driveway. He got up from the kitchen table to take a look. What he saw surprised him.

Some woman in a short, light brown dress was paying the driver of a taxi. He made a loop in the circular drive. Then he headed back to the main road.

Mike watched as the woman headed right for his shop. He frowned as he headed for the door. Who the hell had paid a cab to drop her off at his residence out in the country? And why was she headed for his shop?

He opened the door and looked outside. There was no sign of his female visitor. Had he imagined it all?

He looked at the shop. It would not be a very good idea if she discovered the contents. She would probably whip out her iPhone and call the police once she discovered his gallows.

Mike rushed outside. He had to stop this crazy bitch. Had she headed right for his shop? What if it was already too late?

There was no sign of her as he rushed toward the shop door. Mike strongly suspected she was already inside. Any moment now he expected his guest to come running out the door, screaming in horror over discovering his deep, dark secret.

He reached the door, only to hesitate. He listened for any sound indicating she was freaking out inside. But he heard nothing.

Had she even gone inside? What if she’d walked around the exterior of the grounds? What if she had gone hiking off into the woods?

Mike opened the door to his shop. Then he stepped inside. That’s when he immediately received the answers to most of his questions.

She was inside, all right. The dress was more golden than brown. It clung tightly to her body, hugging her curves in all the right places while showing a delicious amount of cleavage.

She had found his gallows, all right. But he was shocked over the way she had “found it”. To be more precise, she was standing upon it with her back to him, slowly bringing the coil down over her head.

“Hello?”

She turned and smiled at him. She looked oddly familiar. “Are you Mike?”

He frowned as he looked at her more closely. She looked quite familiar. In fact she looked like…

“You are Mike, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. What are you doing in my shop?”

“This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

“I, uh…” That’s when he felt a bulge develop within his trousers.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you look like…”

“Tawnee Stone? In the flesh. How do I look?”

Mike couldn’t believe it. “You’re not really Tawnee Stone, are you?”

She laughed with amusement. “I would certainly hope I know my own name.”

“I saw you get out of the taxi before it drove away. So why are you here?”

“This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

She smiled at him as she posed on the trap. The noose was around her throat, partially hung up by her hair. If she wasn’t careful, the trap might drop and she’d get to experience it for real.

“Tawnee Stone in my shop on my own gallows. I don’t believe it.” All Mike could do was shake his head.

She adjusted her pose on the trap. His eyes started at her tall, black heels. Then his vision climbed up her slender legs, admiring how tight her dress was.

She grinned as she turned to give him a view of every angle. Mike got quite an eyeful. His cock refused to soften.

“Which do you like better?” she asked with a playful giggle. “Do you like me fighting to pry the noose off from around my throat?”

She made a show of fighting against it as she made rasping noises. “Or do you like me with my arms tied behind my back?” Then she turned her back to him, holding her wrists together.

Mike scratched his head in disbelief. What the hell was Tawnee Stone, his favorite porn actress, doing in his shed? Why the hell was she standing on his gallows in his shop out in the country?

“What do you think? Would you like to watch me hang in my dress or would you like me to take it off?”

“I… I, uh…”

“You’re a ‘more skin’ kind of guy, am I right? I kind of figured as much.”

Without being asked, she worked herself out of her dress. She wriggled it down her body, revealing a bra and panties. Then she kicked it out of the way onto the floor, quietly muttering, “It doesn’t matter if it gets dirty. I won’t be needing it anymore.”

Mike’s hands were trembling as he stepped closer. She smiled invitingly at him. “Sure; you can touch me. Go ahead, I don’t bite. I might swing soon, but I sure as hell won’t bite.”

Mike reached out and touched her ass. She certainly felt real enough. She giggled again with amusement.

Her underwear seemed to glisten as he touched her all over. “Well? How about it? Are you going to hang me or not?”

“I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“Oh, I’m real, all right. Go right ahead and find out for yourself. Just let me adjust this noose around my neck is all. Might as well get my hair out of the way, right?”

She adjusted the noose around her throat, making sure to clear her hair away. Mike touched and caressed her, wanting to make sure she really was alive and in his shop on his gallows. He still couldn’t quite believe it.

He stuck his tongue out and licked her. She trembled as she gasped for breath. “Gawd, you’re making me hot. I really want to swing for you. Got anything for my wrists behind my back? I think you want me to hang this way; am I right?”

“I’ve got some shackles. I’ll go fetch them.”

Mike eagerly rushed over to his work bench and retrieved a set. He was incredibly aroused. If this was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up from it!

When he returned he discovered she’d removed her bra. It had been tossed over in the direction of her dress. “I pick you for a man-who-likes-bouncing-boobs. Am I right?” Mike nodded numbly.

He cuffed her wrists being her back. Then he reached out to her as he prepared to send her into eternity. His cock strained uncomfortably in his trousers.

“Wait!” she blurted out. Mike instantly hesitated. Damn; she was going to back out!

“I need to see how excited you are. I want to see you naked. So take it off for me, ok? Grant me this one last request.”

Mike only hesitated a moment before undressing. But he left his socks on. Besides, the floor was a little on the cool side.

“Now we’re ready!” she told him with a huge grin. “I think it’s time for me to dance. What do you think?”

Mike thought about it for a long moment. If he waited too long, she might change her mind. Besides, if she was this willing, who was he to deprive her of her right to swing for him?

Mike stepped upon the lever attached to his gallows. The trap instantly folded down underneath Tawnee. Perfect legs he had admired so many times during his porn searches instantly began kicking it up.

She rasped for breath as her mouth opened in a painful grimace. Mike inwardly cheered. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine he would find himself snuffing such a perfect angel.

Her dance was divine, the perfect ‘Texas two-step’. Mike’s cock was rock hard at the image of her fighting the noose. There was no backing out now. He was fully committed to snuffing such a lovely creature.

She kicked and danced, throwing her chest out. Mike could tell her panties were getting damp. Was she enjoying her last performance? He certainly was!

She wriggled in the noose as though determined to fully embrace the experience. She even humped the air in his direction. It was as though she was air-fucking him. Mike’s cock was hard as a rock.

Her struggles began to lessen. Her dance became less animated. No sound escaped the constriction of the noose around her throat.

“Damn, Tawnee! You have no idea what this is doing to me!” Then he reached forward.

Mike rubbed her crotch. Her panties were definitely soaked. There was the faintest twitching of flesh as he groped her.

“Damn, baby! That was one hell of a show!” Mike could only stand there in awe.

Tawnee gently swung back and forth. The rope creaked from her full weight. There were hardly any muscle twitches at this point.

Mike stared at the face of an angel. Her expression was one of sheer bliss. Had she really enjoyed hanging to death for him?

Mike stepped away to get a full look at her. Tawnee gently swung back and forth. She twisted a little as she dangled from the noose.

Her legs also swung a little. Sometimes they crossed from the movement of her body gently swinging to and fro. It was absolutely incredible.

Mike walked all the way around, looking her over inch by inch. She dangled quietly from his gallows. Tawnee Stone was clearly dead.

Mike looked at the heels on her feet. They seemed fitting. It was only proper she’d gone into eternity adorned with a special kind of footwear.

She looked absolutely incredible! Her nipples protruded out of her breasts. On some level she must have experienced a certain sense of arousal during her erotic dance.

Mike still wasn’t sure he believed his eyes. He walked all around his shop. But when he returned to the gallows, his favorite porn angel still dangled quietly.

She looked strangely peaceful, as though she had no problem whatsoever with the decision she had made. Mike was certainly happy with it. Hemp around the throat did that to a woman, bringing her to the ultimate sense of serenity.

Mike looked all around at his shop. That’s when he cursed himself. Here he had all the equipment to record her dance for him. But in the heat of the moment, he had been so overcome with her decision that he’d totally forgotten about setting anything up.

She hadn’t even suggested it to him. She’d simply entered his shop as though wanting to get on with it. She’d been eager to dance, so he’d made certain to fulfill her desires… as well as those of his own.

Mike suddenly blinked his eyes. He had fallen asleep in his comfortable recliner. His cock was still hard from the incredible dream he’d just experienced.

He heard a car door slam from somewhere outside. Curious, Mike got up to go check. That’s when he heard the sound of a vehicle driving away.

By the time he reached the door and looked outside, it was gone. Then he looked over at his shop. The door was wide open.

Now that was odd. He was sure he’d closed it earlier. Or had he?

Mike frowned as he headed out to his shop. He reached the door and was about to close it. Then he looked inside.

Mike jerked with a start. Some female in a golden dress was standing on his gallows. She was adjusting a noose around her throat.

Mike rushed forward. “Hey; what do you think you’re doing?” Then she turned to look him right in the eye.

She was quite familiar. He’d seen many of her porn videos. She just smiled at him as she asked, “This is where I hang, isn’t it?”

2020 (written for Mike Hunt Dec 8 ’20 by riwa. Story idea and renders by Mike Hunt.)

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Scarf work 4.3 (16)

Ella Birgeaux was the most antagonistic model I had ever assisted. Nothing pleased her. She thought she was better than all the other models. It showed in the way she treated them.

She always wore that damnable scarf around her neck. It was cold, unattractive and black… black as her soul. No matter what anyone told her, she refused to take it off unless it was absolutely necessary.

I was responsible for running errands for the models, making sure their needs were met. And Ella was the worst. Nothing I did was good enough.

The other models noticed her treatment of me. As a result, I think many of them went out of their way to be nice to me. They often showed appreciation in the efforts I put in to seeing to their comfort.

I bore Ella like a trooper as I kept going back to her dressing room to cater to her needs. She wanted a private room, and somehow she got one. It stuck in the craw of the other models. But that stuck up bitch always seemed to get what she wanted.

For me, it always went back to that scarf. It was a hideous scarf. It was as though the damnable thing was the reason for her ugly temperament.

You have no idea how many times I fantasied about grabbing both ends and pulling. She would sit at her cosmetics table and look into the mirror at my reflection whenever she talked to me. Then she would go into great lengths to explain my latest failure at tending to her wishes.

Her words often fell on deaf ears. Usually all I could see was that ugly scarf around her neck. And I would find myself imagining just how wonderful it would be to pull on both ends until she couldn’t berate me anymore.

Perhaps I should have seen it coming. If she would have been more of an observant bitch, she might have wised up and curbed her tongue. But she just didn’t give a damn about anyone but herself.

One day I was summoned Ella’s dressing room between fashion appearances on the runway. Once more she lit into my efforts. She was exceedingly unhappy with me.

The room was too cold, the fruit basket too stale, and the flowers were wilting. The fabric was all wrinkled, the candles were wrong, and the perfume she demanded was the incorrect brand. All I saw was that ugly scarf around her neck as she went on – blah, blah, blah.

Without thinking, I lashed out and grabbed on to both ends of that damnable scarf. Then I pulled hard. Her eyes flew open in astonishment.

An act of violence against her was utterly unthinkable! I could see it in her eyes. How DARE I!

Her hands came up to claw at the scarf. Now she wanted it off?? Figures…

I could not seem to stop myself. I saw her reflection in the mirror and the damnable scarf that seemed to be mocking me. Instinctively, I pulled harder.

I watched her reflection in the mirror go from shock to surprise to horror… and then to desperation. Her face turned red as her long, red-painted fingernails clawed at the scarf around her throat. But it kept mocking me, and I refused to let go.

I watched her reflection in the mirror as her eyes bugged out. Her tongue started to protrude as her gasps and gurgles were cut off. I kept expecting her to continue demeaning me, but her voice had been cut off.

I did not let go of the ends to her scarf. Nor did I want to. I simply wasn’t capable of stopping myself.

Her mouth gaped open as though trying one last time to breathe. She shuddered as she went limp in my grasp. The way she sagged caused me to let go of both ends of her scarf.

She fell forward onto the cosmetics table as though taking a nap. Her mouth had finally been silenced. Her scarf no longer mocked me.

At that moment, I realized what I had done. I slipped out of her dressing room in panic, my heart pounding in my chest. I rushed off to deal with the other models, certain my deed would soon be discovered.

Ella never made her curtain call for her runway display. I heard someone went to check on her. They thought she was napping and apparently left her alone. She was not missed.

It wasn’t until long after the show when the night janitor opened the door and found her that anyone even knew she’d been strangled to death. The cops tried to investigate. But the models were unhelpful as no one knew anything. If they suspected I was involved, they never said a word.

It’s amazing how much nicer life became after that stuck-up diva was gone…

 

I thought I had it under control. But I was wrong. Maybe there was no point trying to reign it in. Maybe it’s just who I am.

I saw her one night in a tavern having drinks with her friends. I could not stop staring at her red scarf. She had it tied in such a way as to invite strangulation.

I could not stop staring at her. She caught me looking and smiled at me. I smiled weakly before making a hasty departure.

The next night I was drawn back to that same bar. Again she was there, along with that same red scarf. She looked at me again. Was she being drawn to me the way I was being drawn to her and the wrap around her throat?

I could not stop staring at the scarf she wore. She smiled as she raised her glass in a toast to me. I raised mine back to her and smiled.

My heart beat fast. She had no idea how hard I was trying to fight it. I finished my drink and then hastily left to avoid making contact.

I should not have gone back that third night. But I could not stop myself. Would she show up three nights in a row?

I was staring at the door when she walked in. My breath caught in my throat. Again she was wearing that same red scarf.

This time she came right up to my table. “Buy me a drink?” she purred as she sat down. I nodded numbly as I summoned the bartender over.

She told me she noticed I had been staring at her every night of the week. I apologized as I tried to explain how I simply could not help myself. Then she asked why I had run away the last two nights.

I told her I was afraid I would not be able to control my lusts. She thought that was charming. She obviously believed I was talking about her body. But I was talking about something else.

She asked if I wanted to go someplace more intimate. I nodded numbly as I paid for our drinks. She slipped her arm through mine as it grew stronger within me. The beast was demanding to be unleashed.

I took her to a nice motel and paid cash while making her wait out in my vehicle. Then I took her in through a back door. She breathlessly fell into my arms, totally unaware of the danger she was in.

My lips were all over her mouth as I tried to blot it out of my mind. But I could hear it in the back of my head. Her red scarf was calling to me.

It seemed as though she finally made the connection when she asked, “Do you like my scarf?” I nodded breathlessly. She smiled coyly as she sat in one of the nice cushioned chairs and seductively began to undress.

Her breasts were gorgeous. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, dripping and inviting. But I only had eyes for her scarf.

She modestly covered her breasts before shyly asking, “Do you like?”

“Very much,” I breathed, my heart hammering in my throat.

I slowly removed my shirt and pants. She saw the bulge in my briefs and licked her lips. She watched with great interest as I slowly pulled them down, revealed my erection.

I was not aroused over her body. It was all due to that damned scarf. I found myself trembling as I struggled to regain control.

She gave me a seductive look as I slowly approached. I knelt to be able to thrust into her wetness as she sat there. But I only had eyes for her scarf.

Her breathing was heavy and labored. She must have assumed I was passionately overcome with her beauty. It must have made her feel quite desirable. Indeed, her scarf was making her so lethally attractive to me.

She gasped as I slowly entered her. We developed a rhythm as I continued to stare at her scarf. Inside the voice was telling me it was necessary if I was to be fulfilled. I’m ashamed to admit I was too weak to resist.

We were right in the middle of a sensuous fuck when I reached out for both ends to her scarf. Then I began to pull. She let out a gasp and a sigh as though enjoying what I was doing to her.

I pulled harder. To my surprise, she acted as though she loved it. And at that moment desire finally conquered reason.

I pulled harder as I thrust into her more aggressively. Her expression changed from rapture to alarm. The fear in her eyes only fueled my evil lusts.

Her hands came up to stop me. But I pulled harder on her scarf as I began to fuck her hard. My voracious appetite had been unleashed.

The more she struggled, the more the beast wanted to come out. I was unable to explain to her how her reactions were making things worse. Nor did I want to.

At the height of her fear and breathlessness, I pulled with all my might. I succeeded in cutting off all sound emanating from her throat. That moment is still vivid in my memory.

She shuddered hard as her pussy hungrily clenched around my thrusting cock. Then she seemed to relax as though giving herself to me. That’s when my cock exploded inside her, a mighty eruption of cum that seemed never-ending.

When I pulled out of her, she stared at me with a frozen look of horror. Her face was red, her scarf cutting noticeably into her neck. She would never seduce another man ever again.

Once more I had given in to my urges. The release had felt wonderful. Perhaps I was denying myself and that I ultimately needed to let go and simply become the person I was truly destined to be.

So I did not feel any remorse. Instead, I thanked her for her incredible gift. And I thanked her for setting me free. Then I got dressed and left.

Next time I would not be so hesitant. I would seize the opportunity. And thus, I began my hunt to find wearer after wearer of scarves of all kinds…

2016 (written for Denny Oct 12 ’16 by riwa. Inspired by the Internet photos I found.)

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Dear Riwa 3.3 (20)

Dear Riwa, I know my ex Tommy has talked to you about me. So maybe you can help. I think he’s obsessed about something.

I’ve caught him watching me when I wash my hair in the bathtub. I take a bath and shampoo my hair. Then I bend over backwards, submerge my head and rinse my hair.

When I submerge, I blow plumes of bubbles out of my nose. I do this to keep the water out of my sinuses. However I’ve noticed this has quite an impact on him.

When I surface I’ve glanced over and caught him staring at me. I’ve also noticed he has quite a bulge. It’s as though he’s aroused over something. Any ideas?

Bubbling in the bathtub

  Dear Bubbling, When Tommy sees you blowing plumes of bubbles he’s imagining you drowning at the bottom of your bathtub. It’s as simple as that. He has what is known as “a drowning fetish”, a condition familiar among people who like seeing women (and sometimes men) underwater.

   If you want to see him develop an erection, blow as many bubbles out of your nose as you can. If you want to see a look of arousal in his eyes, just submerge your head underwater. You don’t even have to be shampooing your hair. Just blow bubbles out of your nose and watch your ex-boyfriend go nuts.

Dear Riwa, I made sure my ex-boyfriend was over at my house when I washed my hair again. I dunked my head under and blew bubbles out of my nose as I got my hair wet. Then I sat up. Right away I noticed Tommy was all wide-eyed, and he had another erection.

I asked him to hand me the shampoo. I told him he could stay and watch as I would only be a few minutes. I shampooed my hair really good. Then I took a deep breath and submerged. I held my breath while I scrubbed and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. The entire time I blew lots of bubbles out of my nose. When I came up I saw him standing there with his eyes wide and this huge bulge. What do you think I should do?

Bubbling in the bathtub

  Dear Bubbling, Every time you submerge and blow bubbles in front of your ex-boyfriend, he is entertaining wicked thoughts. He may wish to push you down for as long as you can hold your breath. He may even want to push you down far longer than that.

   He is aroused at seeing all those bubbles come up. He may be having carnal thoughts of a lethal nature. If you are not careful, he may wish to hold your head under until the bubbles stop. This fantasy is becoming an obsession with him.

   I would advise you to proceed with caution. Do not wash your hair with him in the bathroom. And certainly, do not blow plumes of nose bubbles while he is standing there. You are only fueling his desires to see you drown.

Dear Riwa, I can’t stop thinking about my ex-boyfriend drowning me. You said he is entertaining wicked thoughts whenever he watches me go under. Now it’s all I can think about.

What is it like to drown? How does it feel? I know Tommy gets an erection every time he sees me underwater blowing bubbles. It turns me on to know I have such an effect on him.

Does he really want to drown me? Does he really want to watch me suffer while holding my breath underwater? I need answers as I’m really starting to think about letting him drown me for real.

Bubbling in the bathtub

  Dear Bubbling, I have never drowned. So I don’t know what it feels like, although I’ve come close a couple of times. You feel out of breath, and there is a lot of panic. You’re afraid you won’t get your next breath. Sometimes you’re so scared that you become aroused. That is probably a biological response to an intensely dangerous event or situation

   There certainly is a sexual element to it. People buy drowning videos to watch a girl pretend to drown. It can elicit quite a response in the male organ. Many have been known to climax watching their favorite drowning scene. Tommy has probably watched several drownings and has masturbated to them.

   I’ve seen clips of girls drowning with a cock in their mouth or in their vagina. I believe there is a clenching reflex that occurs. If a dick is inside you at the point of drowning, you might very well milk a release out of it. All the more reason to be careful around your ex-boyfriend, especially if he is considering drowning you.

Dear Riwa, I’m so excited I could just burst. I invited my ex-boyfriend to come over later. I’m going to wash my hair right in front of him. Then I’m going to blow huge plumes of bubbles while my head is underwater.

What do you think he will do? Do you think he will just stand there and get hard? Or do you think he’ll do something about it? I guess what I’m asking is this: Do you think he’ll drown me?

I can’t stop thinking about it. In my dreams I am taking a bath when Tommy pushes down on my shoulders. He keeps me under until my chest is heaving and I’m really panicked. Then I wake up the moment I start gulping water. Do you think I’m taking a big risk?

Bubbling in the bathtub

  Dear Bubbling, If you keep washing your hair in front of your ex-boyfriend, you may be asking for trouble. I do not know what he will do. But the way you describe him, he might be extremely tempted to push down on your shoulders, keep you under and drown you until the bubbles stop coming up.

   It sounds like Tommy indeed has a drowning fetish. But now it sounds like you are developing a fetish as well. Some women enjoy being underwater just to turn on a husband or boyfriend. Other females enjoy being underwater for their own sake. And yes, some of them imagine drowning while being watched by someone who wants to watch them bubble their last.

   I’ve learned it is best to avoid temptation whenever possible. Otherwise, you might give in. And if you place temptation in front of another, there is no telling what may happen.

Dear Riwa, Well, you were right. I put temptation right in front of my ex-boyfriend. And he took the bait. I was washing my hair, and I went under to rinse it while releasing a plume of nose bubbles. Tommy rushed over and pushed down on my shoulders. It caught me totally by surprise.

I panicked, and I started kicking and thrashing about. I even swallowed a little water. Then he let me go, and I came up sputtering. He kept saying he was sorry and that he didn’t know what came over him. But after talking to you, I know full well what happened.

You were right. I felt sexually aroused when he pushed down on my shoulders. And I nearly experienced an orgasm. It was scary, yet it was incredibly thrilling.

Riwa, I want him to drown me again. I can’t explain what’s come over me. Maybe it’s the fear, or maybe it’s the thrill and the sexual excitement. I’ve never felt this way before. I know there’s a danger. And yet I can’t stop thinking about it. What do I do?

Bubbling in the bathtub

  Dear Bubbling, You were lucky he didn’t push you down long enough to drown you for real. He could have left you on the bottom of your bathtub. You might have been found staring up at the ceiling with a vacant expression in your eyes.

   You may have opened Pandora’s box. He has pushed down on your shoulders as though he was trying to drown you. He may have meant it, or he may have lost control. Be careful, or next time you might not be so lucky.

Dear Riwa, I did it again. I invited him over to watch me wash my hair. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just couldn’t help myself. The moment I went under to rinse my hair, he was on top of me, pushing down on my shoulders. I blew a plume of nose bubbles as I thrashed about. The fear and panic were present. But so was this incredible rush of sexual excitement.

He let me back up and apologized again. He said he couldn’t help himself. Riwa, you should have seen his bulge. I think he creamed his pants, because I saw a stain appear.

We haven’t had sex in years. But now I’m thinking about letting him fuck me in my bathtub. I want him to push my head under as he gives it to me good. What do you think? Do you think this is a good idea? I already know the answer you’re going to give me. But lately I just can’t help myself when it comes to thinking about drowning for my ex-boyfriend.

Drowning in the bathtub

  Dear Drowning, Yes, you are really asking for it. If you have sex with him in your bathtub, there is no telling whether or not he’ll be able to control himself. He might want to drown you while his dick is deep inside you.

   Think very carefully before you decide upon a course of action. Drowning can be very exciting. But you certainly don’t want to risk flooded lungs.

Dear Riwa, my name is Tommy. I’m the ex-boyfriend of Bubbling in the Bathtub. She’s my ex-girlfriend Jenni. I found her letters to you as well as your replies back to her. I think she wanted me to find them. Then she went to take a bath and wash her hair.

I went in and watched as she went under to rinse her hair. Huge plumes of bubbles came out of her nose. No, I could not resist. And just like she told you, I sure didn’t resist the last couple of times either.   I held her down until the bubbles almost stopped. Then I let her back up. That’s when she quietly asked me to join her in the bathtub.

After reading her letters to you, I knew exactly what she wanted. So I put my cock inside her before pushing down on her shoulders. Then I waited. Plumes of bubbles started coming up. She really clenched around my cock inside her. It was incredibly erotic.

I think my ex-girlfriend got it out of her system. I want to thank you so much. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about hearing from her again. I included a picture I maniped of her submerged in water so you’ll know what happened to her… I mean, what we did together the other day.

Happy Drowning Enthusiast

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Aquarium 4.3 (41)

Ruby was escorted into the room by a man in a black suit. Right away she noticed large, leather chairs facing a curtained wall. She stiffened as she tried to steel herself for what she knew was coming.

Jack and Vanessa stood near the curtain as though awaiting her arrival. There were drinks in their hands, and bottles on the end tables between the chairs. Obviously this was, indeed, a special night.

“So you’re the one Carleton wants to introduce to us, eh?” Vanessa sounded cold… formal.

Ruby nodded without smiling. She felt alone and vulnerable, perhaps because she was naked under the short robe she wore. Of course, that was the whole idea.

“Carleton says you’re here to audition to be our new executive secretary. Is that correct?”

“It is,” she replied evenly.

Ruby tried not to feel intimidated by the woman in the tight fitting leather dress that only came partway down to her knees. It was obvious the bitch held some high position in the firm she was trying to become an integral part of after tonight.

“You know what’s expected of you?” This was from Jack, a man she’d met with Carl back in the states.

“I do.”

Vanessa chuckled. “We’ll be the judge of that. I have my doubts. Time to show her the aquarium, Don.”

Don was the one in the dark suit and white shirt who’d escorted her in. He went to a corner of the room and pulled on a cord. The green curtains parted to the left and right.

The lights in the room dimmed in response. Spotlights came on right in front of the glass. Ruby tried not to react despite a sudden surge of apprehension.

An aquarium stood before her, walled in by glass on three sides. A bulkhead door stood along the back wall. A set of ankle shackles lay in the middle of the floor.

Vanessa smiled as she waited for a reaction. But Ruby had been well coached by Carl. She stepped forward and examined it thoroughly before turning to calmly face her examiners.

The gentlemen appeared to be impressed. If anything, Vanessa was disappointed. No doubt she was hoping to have witnessed a lot more fear out of this one.

Ruby faced them with an expression as though she was bored. Carl had warned her ahead of time. He’d even given her a heads up over the way Vanessa like to spring things on the girls he’d previously brought in.

The questions started coming thick and fast from Vanessa after that…

“Are you prepared to get wet?”

“I am.”

“How long can you hold your breath?”

“Three minutes.” That was because Carl had warned her this would be the minimum requirement Vanessa expected from her.

“Are you prepared to swallow a little water?”

“If it comes to that.”

“Will you be appropriately dressed for us?”

“You’ll find out once I’m inside the aquarium.”

Ruby was tempted to open her robe right then and there. But Carl had advised against showing off the merchandise too soon. So she kept it on.

“Are you aware of my tastes?” the bitch asked, continuing with her questions.

“I’m fully prepared to do whatever it takes to become your executive secretary.” In this case, that meant putting on a little show for them.

“You have no qualms about what is expected of you?”

“I’m here of my own free will. I volunteered under no hint or threat of duress. I know what’s expected of me.”

Carl had filled her in on most of the details along the way. What she was aiming for was a valuable position in their corporation. But in this strange company, that meant submitting in rather unique ways.

Ruby had no illusions what those “ways” might entail. Woman had offered their bodies for thousands of years just to get what they wanted. She was no different, and in this case she was prepared to do whatever it took.

Ruby felt like a mouse in the possession of a hungry cat. Vanessa took a sip from her goblet. Then she smiled knowingly as she asked, “Are you prepared to drown?”

Carl had warned her of the way Vanessa liked to frighten the new ones. She’d tried to steel herself for the verbal onslaught. Still, this was a question that chilled her to the bone.

She trembled as she composed herself. Then she replied, “If it comes to that.”

“You’re not afraid?” Vanessa sounded disappointed.

“Carl told me what to expect. He warned me the water level might not drop fast enough and that I might swallow some water. He explained I might have to be revived.”

Vanessa turned and saw the referenced man now standing off to one side by the glass. Then she faced Ruby, giving her a cold look. “It seems Carleton has told you a great many things. No matter. All I can say is this: you’d better not disappoint.”

Ruby thought about telling her off, about revealing how Carl had given her advanced notice and how she’d practiced in her bathtub for this very moment. It was more than a little unnerving now that she stood here prepared to go through with it. So she simply smiled as she nodded in reply.

“I’m satisfied. Get her into the aquarium, Carleton.”

“Yes, Vanessa.”

Ruby turned at the sound of the man standing nearby, the man she’d given her heart to. This offer had come from him several months ago upon meeting her at her previous office job. She felt reassured by his presence.

He led her out until they were well out of earshot. “You handled yourself well,” he chuckled. “I think you even ruffled her feathers.”

“You were good to warn me about her.”

“She’s a bitch.”

Ruby didn’t reply. It was not wise to speak unseemly of a future employer, no matter what her feelings might be. She just wanted to do a good job. Perhaps she might even end up replacing Vanessa someday.

They came to a bulkhead door. Carl paused before looking at her. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“I’m not afraid. I can do this. I know I can put on a good performance for her… and for you.” She wanted to kiss him, but was afraid there might be hidden cameras watching.

He opened the door and took her inside. The lights had been dimmed considerably. Vanessa had already taken up the center chair to observe her performance, the two males having seated themselves in the other chairs.

Ruby paused as she looked down at the floor. The shackles were open. The chain was looped through an eyebolt. She would be tethered to the floor once the aquarium filled with water.

Now that she was inside, Ruby began to have misgivings. Carl had cautioned her several times about all this. But his description of what awaited her had not adequately prepared her for this moment.

The aquarium would be filled with water. He’d warned her as much. The purpose of the event was for her to hold her breath and put on a little show for Vanessa before the chamber was drained.

The shackles meant she would be tethered to the floor. The water would rise clear above her head. She would have three minutes to convince Vanessa how badly she wanted the position of executive secretary, despite indications from Carl it was already a done deal. This was just a last formality, and a curious one at that.

Carl had warned her that drowning inside the aquarium was a very real possibility. One of the girls previously put through this initiation had swallowed a lot of water. He’d explained how they’d been forced to work extra hard just to revive her.

He sensed her hesitation. Then he quietly asked, “Do you want to back out now?”

Ruby stared down at the chain and shackles. She shivered at the possibility she might very well drown in here. Was she that desperate for a new job with much greater pay, allowing her to live a higher quality of life? So many debts would be wiped away if she got this position.

She took a deep breath to compose herself. “No, darling,” she told him quietly. “I’m fully prepared to go through with this.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you shackled; shall we?”

Ruby stood with her feet on either side of the eyebolt with the chain running through it. She faced the glass wall as Carl reached down. Then he began attaching the shackles.

She shivered again as he attached them to her ankles. Now she could feel it, a growing sense of fear and trepidation. Could she really go through with this??

She half expected Carl to ask once more if she wanted to back out. He’d been doing it ever since she’d first heard about what was expected of her. But this time she did not hear those words come out of his mouth.

He rose up and stood next to her. “I might as well take your glasses, Ruby. You won’t need them in here, not for what you’re going to be doing. Isn’t that right?”

He stuck a hand out to accept them from her. She stared out through the glass wall at Vanessa looking back at her. Then she lifted her arms up to remove her glasses from her head.

She slowly took them off before handing them over. Carl took them and nodded. “And now for the robe. It’s time to show Vanessa what she wants to see.”

Ruby took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She loosened the tie holding the robe to her body. Then she slowly opened it up.

She looked right at Vanessa as she exposed herself. She could see her own reflection in the glass wall of the aquarium, could see her nudity on display. Was this what that bitch out there was so eager to cast her eyes upon?

She caught movement in the direction of the chair on the left. She turned to discover Jack leaning forward. Apparently he liked what he saw.

She resisted the urge to smile back at him as she started to remove her robe. Ruby wore nothing underneath, having changed in a private room upon arrival. Carl had advised as much in the off chance Vanessa might want to inspect the merchandise before sending her into the aquarium.

She paused for a long moment, her robe parted. She held her pose for the bitch on the other side of the glass. Did this appeal to the woman’s kinky tastes? She certainly hoped it would assist in furthering her career.

She was a little surprised the bitch had not chosen to have her strip nude during her cross-examination. Maybe Vanessa was trying to hold back? Maybe it just didn’t matter.

Ruby was under no illusions at this point. She suspected she would be giving the bitch many personal visits during her tenure here. She did not know how long this might continue. She just hoped she would eventually gain enough status within the organization so as not to be viewed as “company property” anymore.

She totally removed her robe. Carl was standing right there, waiting patiently. He extended an arm out to take it from her.

She draped it over his offered limb, affectionately touching him as she looked at him. His expression reassured her. She was sure he would let nothing happen to her that could not immediately be remedied… like drowning, for instance?

“Carl?”

“Yes?”

“Will I… will I be all right?”

“Yes you will, Ruby.”

“Will I… will I drown in here?”

“It’s possible. It’s happened before. We drain the tank as quickly as possible to get back inside, just in case.”

“I… I love you, Carl.”

“I love you too, Ruby.”

“Thank you. This is such an incredible offer. It’s really going to change my life.”

“I’m sure it will. I’m glad to have played a small part in that.”

Carl took the robe and walked to the bulkhead door. Then he stepped outside. Ruby heard a faint hiss as it sealed her in.

She looked through the glass at Vanessa sitting there. The woman wore an expression of sadistic cruelty. It gave her the shivers, once more causing her to second-guess herself.

Instinctively Ruby turned to look back. But Carl had already gone. There would be no more attempts to back out of the deal. She was now all alone inside the aquarium.

She turned back to face the glass, to squarely face Vanessa on the other side. The moment was at hand. This was really going to happen.

Ruby fully understood her situation. For the moment she was here as nothing more than a piece of meat for the bitch. She considered it a rather strange initiation in order to join the company.

Her new job was about to give her a whole new lifestyle. Ruby firmly believed in her abilities. Thus, she would do all that was necessary in order to get her position in the company. Perhaps she could even work to unseat the bitch in the future.

Instinctively she started to pose, giving the woman on the other side of the glass a good look at her. It felt like the only light turned on was the one now shining down on her from inside the aquarium. Her imminent performance – and possible drowning, she reminded herself – was to be the highlight of the evening.

She loved Carl with all her heart. There had even been talk of a future together. He was so caring, warning her so many times while asking if she truly wanted to go through with all this.

Now here she was. There would be no more chances for her to back out. This was the moment of truth.

Ruby began touching herself all over. A moment later she heard the sound of water flowing through pipes. There was a faint shudder in the floor before water began to bubble upward from the drain in front of her.

She’d identified three different holes in the floor. That meant the aquarium should fill relatively quickly. It also meant it should drain just as fast.

Ruby was understandably nervous about the possibility of drowning in here. Carl had warned her it was a distinct possibility. He’d told her not to even consider this unless she was prepared to take that risk.

Now here she was. And she was certainly willing to take that risk. Or so she thought.

She began groping and fondling herself, remembering what Carl had told her Vanessa would be looking for. She stared in the direction of the bitch the entire time. One day she hoped she would be sitting in that very chair, perhaps watching Vanessa put on a drowning performance in this very same tank.

Ruby crouched as she touched herself. She wanted to let Vanessa know she was not the least bit frightened despite her nervousness. She would throw everything she had into putting on an erotic show for the bitch.

It wasn’t just the water coming up from the hole in the floor that was making her wet. Ruby felt a distinct dampness in her private parts. She fingered herself for Vanessa’s benefit, letting her know she was going to use this time to get herself off here inside the aquarium, just as Carl had suggested.

There was a change of sound inside the aquarium. More water began pumping up from the floor. Ruby was tempted to look at the other drains. Instead, she focused all her attention on Vanessa on the other side of the glass.

She deliberately groped and fondled herself. Her mind told her there was a good chance she was going to drown. She had every reason to believe that’s what Vanessa truly wanted out of her presence here in the aquarium.

Well, fuck that bitch! She was going to show her she wasn’t the least bit afraid. She was determined to thoroughly enjoy herself in here!

The water level rose at a good pace. Ruby felt somewhat relieved. If it rapidly filled the aquarium, it would drain just as quickly; right?

She wriggled and danced as the water level rose higher. It climbed her legs until it rose above her knees. That’s when she felt a sudden surge of anxiety in her throat which she tried to swallow back down.

There was a look of sadism in Vanessa’s expression. The bitch was clearly looking forward to watching her drown. Ruby was determined not to show any fear. Eventually she wanted to put that woman in her place one day once the opportunity presented itself.

Water reached her crotch. She gasped despite her attempts to control her emotions. It was becoming harder to keep the fear at bay.

She threw herself into masturbating for the bitch on the other side of the glass. She pinched her nipple as she rubbed and fingered herself. It felt good, and she gasped for breath as her body tingled with pleasure.

The water continued to rise. Ruby took a really deep breath. Then she crouched, deliberately submerging herself.

Vanessa appeared to be surprised at this action. Ruby smiled inwardly as she groped and fondled herself. ‘You see? I’m not afraid of drowning, you bitch!’ Then she rose up for a breath.

Ruby told herself to work her body toward an orgasm. She figured Vanessa would get off watching her cum, either above or below the surface. Why not enjoy a little pleasure while she was in here?

She submerged again before starting to finger herself. She writhed and wriggled as she thrust two digits in and out of her well-lubricated slit. Yes, she was definitely feeling it now.

She was aware how fast the aquarium was filling. She didn’t want to push things prematurely. So she stood back up and gasped for breath.

It was good she’d come up for air. The water had now reached her breasts. It wouldn’t be much longer.

Ruby gave Vanessa a lustful gaze as though she was enjoying herself. Then she filled her lungs before submerging again, working herself into a crouch. She furiously fingered herself while aggressively groping her breasts.

The water continued to rise. She could see it climb the glass right in front of her. Soon she would not be able to get any more breaths. That’s when she would truly have to prove her ability to reach the breath-hold time she’d given to that bitch.

Ruby was close to cumming when she decided to stop and get another breath. She shot upward, only to realize she was standing in water up to her neck. She could feel her feet about to leave the floor of the aquarium.

One more practice session? Then she would have to get her very last breath. Ruby swallowed down her growing anxiety as she filled her lungs before submerging yet again.

She held her breath as she furiously masturbated. She wanted to cum right now. She had no idea whether or not she’d be able to work another one out of her body once she was submerged for the duration.

She bubbled as the panic began to well up inside her. In her mind she heard Vanessa’s words again… “Are you prepared to drown?” It filled her with a growing panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

Ruby anxiously shot up to the surface without cumming. Her head burst up out of the water. She was jerked up short against her shackles. Vanessa smiled sadistically.

This was it. Last breath! The water would be too high if she tried to come back up again.

Ruby swallowed down the fear that wanted to consume her. She gasped anxiously, her nipples hard as her body tingled with fear and arousal. This would be her last breath until they drained the aquarium.

Ruby was looking right at Vanessa when she filled her lungs. She forced herself to remain calm despite the fear surging through her. She fully believed Vanessa wanted to see terror in her expression.

She deliberately submerged before the water level could rise above her head. It was her way of proving to the bitch she was not afraid. She just hoped her performance would be satisfactory. She never wanted to find herself back in here again.

She bent her legs and crouched as she furiously worked her slit. Ruby eagerly fingered her swollen nub. Now she wanted to go for that orgasm before she drowned.

At this point she didn’t even consider trying to reach the surface. She was sure the water level had already risen well above her. She tried not to panic at the thought she was now forced to hold her breath for as long as she could.

This was it: the moment of truth. She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Could she hold her breath long enough to please that bitch on the other side of the glass?

Ruby saw Vanessa eagerly looking in on her, along with the others. The bitch looked like she was touching herself. Was she actually going to get off watching her drown?

There was no sign of Carl anywhere. Was he standing in the shadows in there with the others? Was he staying out of sight, content to allow Vanessa to enjoy her sadistic moment watching their new executive secretary suffer and drown?

Ruby became aware of the growing strain in her chest. It felt like it was too soon. She tried to focus on her orgasm, attempting to extend her time underwater while holding her breath.

She did not even try looking upward to see how full the tank had become. That would only cause her to panic. The only thing she needed to focus on now was her pleasure while holding her breath for as long as she could.

Her lungs began to ache. Ruby rubbed herself more aggressively. She could feel the fear and panic start to rise up within her. She could also feel a distinct surge of tingles, indicating her orgasm was not far off.

She grunted as she brought her thighs together. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose. Ruby bent forward as she continued to finger herself.

Yes, she could feel it drawing closer. She couldn’t worry about the tank starting to drain. She had to concentrate on her pleasure while holding her breath for as long as possible…

“Are you prepared to drown… are you prepared to drown… are you prepared to drown?” Vanessa’s words echoed in her mind. They were scaring her now, causing her to redouble her efforts.

Her lungs ached as her chest heaved. She could feel it in her stomach. Gawd; she needed another breath!

A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm her. Ruby concentrated on triggering her orgasm. She had to get herself off at least once to satisfy that bitch on the other side of the glass…

She was going to drown… she was going to drown… gawd; SHE WAS GOING TO DROWN! The thought terrified her. That’s when it surged within her until it crested.

Ruby stiffened as she stretched upward. The chain halted her ascent, well short of the water level above her. Then she shuddered in orgasm, humping the water with her fists clenched as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Ruby looked upward, only to discover the water level still appeared to be rising. Had she already been under for three minutes?? That meant it would take at least another three before it came back down!

She felt a surge of panic flush through her. There was no way she could hold her breath that long. That’s when Ruby realized she was going to drown. It had been Vanessa’s plan all along.

It terrified her as she humped the water in front of her, her lungs screaming at her. For a moment her senses dimmed as a second orgasm overwhelmed her. It was far more intense – and much more frightening – than she could have possibly anticipated.

Ruby felt something wrap around her chest as though a large hand had grasped onto her and was squeezing tightly. She began hitching as she struggled to hold her breath a few seconds longer. When were they going to drain the tank??

Her chest heaved ominously, her breasts shaking. Her stomach rippled as she tried to swallow down the air in her mouth. She gulped as she tried to swallow it down again. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Her lungs were on fire.

Where the hell was Carl? Was Vanessa really going to let her drown? Were they all going to watch her drown??

No – no – no – no –NO! Instinctively Ruby shot upward, desperately trying to reach the surface far above. The chain pulled her up short, her shackles hungrily clinging to her ankles.

She lost a huge mouthful of air. Then her lungs gave out. Ruby sucked down a massive mouthful of water.

She reacted instantly as her body stiffened. She coughed before trying to breathe again. Her head tipped back, her eyes staring upward in horror as she sucked down another lungful of water.

Ruby went into painful seizures as she began hitching and spasming. She coughed up bubbles as she kept gulping water down her throat. Her mind screamed for Carl to save her as her lungs heaved over and over again.

She looked through the glass and could see how excited Vanessa had become. Her mind screamed for the bitch to get her out of here. She tried to reach outward toward her in desperation. But her arms no longer responded coherently to her commands.

Ruby kept gulping and gulping until she slowly started to descend. Her windpipe had opened up; her lungs were flooding. She was no longer buoyant.

She looked up at the surface as she began to settle toward the floor of the aquarium. The water level did not seem to be coming back down. She tried to blink in surprise, but her eyelids would not function.

The spasms were less frequent as she continued to settle. She could not believe how much it hurt. She tried to inhale, but her lungs wouldn’t even do that anymore.

Ruby felt like she was spiraling away into darkness. The light shining down on her was growing dim. Where was Vanessa? Where the hell was her beloved Carl??

Ruby settled upon her back on the floor of the aquarium. She looked upward with what little vision remained. The water level was not coming down.

Where was Carl? Was he going to revive her? Ruby was terrified as her vision spiraled away into a tight pinprick. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

It was a full ten minutes before the water began to drain out of the aquarium. Vanessa took a long drink out of her goblet. “Damn; she was good!” she murmured to no one in particular.

Silence filled the observation room. It took several minutes before the tank drained completely. Little puddles of water cling to sections of the floor.

The bulkhead door hissed open. Carl stepped inside. He paused to look down at Ruby. She lay there unmoving, her lips parted and her eyes unseeing.

He calmly stepped forward and bent down. He freed Ruby from her shackles. Then he just stood there admiring her naked form.

“You did well, darling,” he murmured with a smile. I believe Vanessa was quite taken with your performance. You should be proud.”

The gurney was wheeled down the hall to the bulkhead door. Jack went inside and helped Carl gather Ruby up. Then they carried her out of the aquarium.

They laid her out onto a blue sheet. The bulkhead door was closed until such time as another girl could be found. Then Ruby was wheeled back to the observation room.

They stopped her right in front of the aquarium. Everyone gathered around to have a look. If Ruby would have been alive, she would have blushed at such scrutiny.

Vanessa bent over her head, examining the facial features. “I’ve got to admire your choice of women, Carleton. This one exceeded my expectations.”

She certainly put on one hell of a drowning performance,” Jack agreed.

Carl looked at him and replied, “I always pick the best, don’t I?”

“How the hell did you get her to agree to fly here and participate in our little scheme?”

“Oh, the usual, Jack” Carl replied. “It was a combination of love and money. I kept asking if she was sure about all this, if she really wanted to participate. I gave her every chance to back out. But the more I tried to warn her, the more determined she became.”

Vanessa looked at him and smiled. “Of the three woman you’ve chosen thus far, I’d say this one was the best.”

“You really think so?” Compliments from Vanessa were rare indeed.

She went over and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him passionately.

When they came up for air she took his arm. “Come along, Carleton. Allow me to fully express my appreciation.”

Carl and Vanessa left together, intent on finding more intimate ways of relieving themselves from the incredible performance they’d just witnessed. Jack and Don took one last look at the girl on the gurney. Then they departed as well.

Ruby was left alone under the spotlight. She had served her purpose well.

2021 (written for Arch Stanton and inspired by his story idea and renders Jan 8 ’21 by riwa)

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Iron Maidens 3.6 (19)

Note: a bonus older story re-edited.

There was no greater shame than to be ravaged by one’s own brother-in-law. Zilpha was humiliated by the experience, having derived disgraceful pleasure from his thrusts. Now she was being led away by two of the king’s men to someplace she knew not where.

Her fears increased as she was taken ever downward. Only the flickering of torches along the wall granted enough illumination to see where she was being led. She suspected she was being taken to the dungeon, and it terrified her.

When she rounded the corner she gasped in alarm. There stood her half-sister Dorothy in her plain peasant’s garment, a look of great fear upon her face. Two more of the king’s men stood on either side of her. Off to one side their brother-in-law stood in his formal robes.

“Why are we here, my Lord?” she asked, her fear increasing. When he motioned with his eyes she turned to look behind her.

There along the back wall stood two ominous looking upright metal sarcophagi. “You both are accused of adultery,” her brother-in-law intoned solemnly. “It is the judgment of the council that you both should face death.”

“There was no council!” her sister Dorothy spat at him. “You took me and ravaged me!” That’s when Zilpha knew why they were both there. Her brother-in-law had penetrated both of them and was now getting rid of the evidence.

“You will pay for this in the next life,” Zilpha told him quietly.

“Perhaps,” he replied, sounding totally unconvinced. “But you wenches will pay for it now.”

He motioned toward the two upright sarcophagi. Then he instructed the king’s men, “Place each one in a separate Iron Maiden.”

Zilpha felt a horrific shudder of arousal surge through her, even as her half-sister let out a cry of despair. The men instantly pulled them both back toward the upright sarcophagi. “Strip them first!” the brother-in-law demanded. “The wenches will die as they have lived!”

“No, my Lord!” Zilpha gasped in horror. “Leave us with our dignity intact!” But it was not to be.

Their garments were ripped off their bodies. Both were left naked and trembling. Zilpha was shamed over the way her fear had caused her nipples to harden with arousal at her impending demise.

Both doors were opened. Light from the torches revealed the contents. Both chambers were empty save for the many sharp metal spikes embedded around the interior of the frames.

Dorothy let out a howl of terror as Zilpha gasped in horror. “Don’t do this, my Lord!” she tried one last time. “Our sister will find out what you have done to us!”

“She will never know,” he said with an evil smirk. “This way I will enjoy your screams.” Then he looked lustfully upon their glistening, naked bodies. “Now your harlot breasts will be punctured for your sins.”

“They are YOUR sins, my Lord!” Zilpha responded. Then she was roughly taken to the opening and pushed inside.

“Close them in!” she heard him order.

She felt the sharp spikes into her back, causing her to attempt to resist being pushed all the way in. The king’s men dutifully started to close her up inside. Next to her she could hear the anguished cries of her half-sister as they imprisoned her as well.

Her heart leaped into her chest with fright, even as her womanhood moistened shamefully. She had determined she would not beg for her life. But that all changed the moment she felt the door closing.

Zilpha felt the many spikes start to push against her quivering, naked flesh. She opened her mouth and began to scream and beg. The muffled cries of her sister added to her own.

The king’s men put their weight against the door, working to seal her inside. She felt the spikes penetrate her in several places: her legs, torso and chest. Even her breasts were punctured.

She let out another scream of agony as it went pitch black all around her. Another spike penetrated her just above her womanhood. Zilpha let out a cry, even as her body shuddered from an unexpected sexual release.

Finally she felt spikes press into her eyes. Another one thrust between her lips. Her screams as well as the screams of her half-sister were all but silenced.

There was a sound of her door being sealed by some sort of metal latch. She grunted and groaned as she tried to remain absolutely still, hoping to ease the pain of her many fleshly punctures. But her agony only made her squirm even more, embedding the many spikes firmer and deeper into her flesh.

The only sounds were the horrific echoes of her own agony. She could no longer hear the suffering of her half-sister. For that she was eternally grateful. But her mind still ran away with her as she imagined the agony her poor sister Dorothy was also experiencing.

She writhed and whimpered, begging for death. But it would not come, at least not right away. She felt herself bleeding from several wounds as her life’s blood pooled around her bare feet on the floor of her upright metal sarcophagus.

She would suffer many long hours, mentally begging for death. Each breath was a torturous struggle as the spikes pressed against her, yet somehow spared her lungs. Her vital organs remained unimpaired, allowing her to hear her own heart beating fast.

She suffered through another shameful sexual release… and then another. Eventually she became too weak to moan and too weak to struggle. She finally gave in to the inevitable, allowing the spikes to do their cruel work unhindered. Her last thought was of her half-sister, knowing she would soon see her in the afterlife as she finally succumbed to the inevitability of her cruel death.

The brother-in-law returned 24 hours later. He had the Iron Maidens opened so he could enjoy the results of their brutal work. He enjoyed the view of his pierced, naked sisters-in-law. Then he had both bodies taken away for burial in a pauper’s grave, to be left unmarked and thus unremembered.

2012; 2021 (written for Dorothy and Zilpha Jan 25 ’12; ed. Nov 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Joia 12-13 3.5 (14)

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There was palpable tension in the compound for the rest of that day. Their matrons seemed uncomfortable even being around any of them. It did nothing to alleviate their growing fears.

Even the guards the girls casually encountered seemed unusually quiet. Something was afoot. They all sensed it.

Mistress made an appearance shortly before the evening meal. Joia immediately sensed an undertone of menace to her demeanor. She was not the only one.

Every girl in the room felt jittery at her presence. For some reason Clemencia seemed even more dangerous than ever.

Joia wondered if this might be the calm before the storm. Despite her anxiety, she forced herself to step forward in a conscious act of intervention. She had a terrible feeling it would do no good. But if all else failed, she was determined to sacrifice herself in an effort to spare the rest.

“Mistress, has Master returned?” Joia acted fully submissive while trying to calm the wild beating of her heart.

“It would do you no good in any event if he had,” Clemencia scowled. “I believe there is treachery in this room.”

Joia instantly knew Mistress had brought nothing but accusation with her. She heard the girls behind her gasp in alarm. “Of what do you speak?” Joia asked innocently.

This time she allowed a hint of challenge in her tone despite the panic that wanted to totally envelop her. “There is no treachery here, Mistress. There is only a room full of humble servants wishing to please Master upon his return.”

“Oh there is treachery all right. It is good my spies are everywhere. The plot will be uncovered by morning. Then the guilty will be swiftly punished.”

“I know of no plot,” Joia replied calmly, feeling her breath catch in her throat as her fear intensified. “I am willing to speak to Master when he returns in order to clear up any misunderstanding.”

“LIES!” Mistress bellowed. “There is no misunderstanding. I will see to it the originator of this plot loses her head.”

She glared coldly at Joia, her expression indicating who the guilty culprit was. Then she scanned the rest of the frightened faces. “Any who wish to live would do well to turn the guilty one over to me by morning. If not, you will all suffer the same fate I have planned for her.”

Joia swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew in an instant the words were meant for her. It was obvious Clemencia considered her to be the guilty one.

She felt the eyes of her companions upon her backside. Joia fidgeted nervously despite her attempt at portraying calmness.

She could feel the stirrings within her once more. It was difficult to halt their advance. She now suspected she would soon find herself lying flat on her back looking up at the blade.

The thought terrified her. It also filled her with a disturbing excitement she still could not fathom. Why did the image of the blade affect her thus?

At that moment she could only think about being strong for her companions. She was not about to risk any of the others. Mistress had obviously concocted this fabricated plot in the hopes of disposing her, one whom Master favored.

There was no other choice. She was about to step forward and confess to the falsehood. That’s when Marsona suddenly appeared next to her.

She grabbed her arm, restraining her as though she sensed her friend’s impending action. Then she looked Clemencia right in the eye. “You are misinformed, Mistress. There is no plot. I’m sure I would have heard of it if there was.”

Clemencia glowered at her as Joia looked at her friend with dismay. It filled her heart with gladness to see Marsona trying to intercede on her behalf. But she was not about to risk losing her.

Joia tried to pull away from her. She was willing to accept responsibility – and thus Mistress’ wrath – squarely upon her own shoulders. But Marsona held on fast and would not let go.

“Joia and I will look into this, Mistress,” she continued calmly. “We see all and know all. I can assure you there is no plot. But should we discover one, we will most definitely present the conspirator to Master.”

Clemencia became angry. “You should not have interfered, Marsona. Since Master is not here, it is MY duty to punish the guilty one! Perhaps a night with no meal and an empty belly will change your attitude by morning.”

She glared at them all. “No one will eat tonight!” Then she angrily stormed out of the room.

After her departure, the girls immediately began chittering fearfully. Their voices merged as they voiced a common fear… “What shall we do?” “What if she intends to make us all face the blade?” “How can we appease her?”

Joia raised a hand, trying to show a calm exterior as her insides churned with worry. “Silence.” The voices were stilled as everyone awaited her words.

Joia bowed her head low as she fought against the tears that wanted to flow. “It is I she is angry with. I will admit to the deed. I must. This way it will not fall upon any of you.”

Marsona quickly spoke out against this. “Joia, you will do no such thing! Confessing to a fabricated plot will not save any of us. Did you not see it in her eyes? She intends to slaughter us all!”

“Are you sure?” voiced a worried girl. “Can’t some of us be spared?”

Marsona was adamant. “Don’t you understand? She cannot allow any of us to live lest her part in this fabrication get back to Master. She has already decided in her heart. There is nothing left but to maintain our honor before Master.”

One of them cried out, “What good is honor if we are dead?” There were a few murmurs of agreement as some heads nodded.

“Please!” Joia begged, her eyes filling with tears. “I witnessed Ysabella’s death today… and it was horrible!”

The voices died down. They all looked at Joia in shock and disbelief. Was this true??

She struggled to keep from sobbing. “I cannot bear any more. I cannot bear to watch any of you die. Before her head was taken, I promised Ysabella I would be strong for you all, and I shall. Allow me to carry this responsibility upon my shoulders alone. For your sakes!”

“Did you not HEAR?” Marsona protested vigorously. “Joia, the truck is gone! They have gone to fetch more of us! She intends to kill us all!”

“Are you sure?” one of them called out, the faint flicker of desperate hope in her voice.

“I know,” Joia said quietly, her head bowed as her eyes filled with tears.

All eyes were instantly upon her. “How do you know, Joia?” Marsona asked quietly, already suspecting the worst.

“When we were first brought to the compound I saw another truck. And I saw a woman lose her head.”

There were gasps followed by a heavy silence. Several of the girls held hands over their mouths in horror.

“I cannot get that image out of my mind,” Joia said quietly. “I fear the back of the truck I saw was filled with… more bodies. I fear…”

For a moment she did not want to utter the words. She lowered her head as tears threatened to spill over. Then she told them, “I fear Clemencia cannot allow any of us to live.”

There was a long silence. A voice asked in growing fear, “Then what shall we do? Should we leave the compound and flee into the night?”

“Mistress would be thrilled,” Joia responded sadly. “It would be the same as admitting our guilt.”

She looked up to face them all. “Let this fall upon my shoulders alone. I cannot bear the thought of losing any of you. I will sacrifice myself for you all.”

Marsona walked up to her and gently touched her shoulders. “I fear we are already condemned,” she said softly. “I do not wish to watch you die either.”

She turned to face the others. Then she earnestly told them, “If we speak anything, it must be before Master. Otherwise, Clemencia will twist our words and attempt to divide us. I believe she has already decided to take our heads.”

She took Joia’s hand in a show of solidarity. “As for me, I will wait and speak to Master. If that is denied me, I am ready to stand beside my dear sisters.”

Several had tears in their eyes. Joia felt a sob well up in her throat. She was unwilling to watch Marsona face the blade. But she knew she had spoken truth. What else could they do but hope for Master’s return, a hope that now seemed unlikely?

Marsona told her, “You have found favor with Master, Joia. Do not shame him by confessing to this falsehood. We all should allow it to remain nothing more than Clemencia’s lie.” Then she proudly held herself upright as she proclaimed, “I will not betray you.”

“I must think about this,” Joia said uncertainly. “I will go to my room.”

“Get some rest, my dear Joia,” Marsona told her tenderly. “Please… do not surrender to Clemencia. As for me, I will wait to speak until Master is before me.”

Joia nodded and then quietly left the room. But her emotions were in turmoil as to what she should do next.

Her stirrings had strengthened exponentially. It was as though she could already feel the blade hovering above her head. She shivered as she made her way to her room.

As she reclined upon her bedding, she gently touched herself as she panted heavily. It made her feel better. Besides, this might be the very last chance she would have to pleasure herself.

She allowed the perverse anticipation of lying in wait for the blade to overcome her. It finally went off inside her. The flush of warmth and pleasure gave her some solace.

As she laid there panting from the warm feelings, she considered what she would do if Clemencia did indeed choose to accuse her. Was there any hope for any of her sisters? Surely she had to grasp for it, did she not? Even if one of them were spared, it would be worth it, would it not? How could Mistress be so cruel and heartless as to do this to them all?

Joia considered the possibility Mistress might very well sentence the others to face the blade anyway, including her dear friend Marsona. Tears welled up in her eyes until she shook with quiet sobs.

She was still heartbroken over the loss of her beloved Ysabella. Now she feared for the impending deaths of her companions in the compound. The young woman fervently hoped for Master’s return by morning.

Eventually she cried herself to sleep…

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 14 ’10; ed. May 9 ‘21 by riwa)

13

Joia was awakened in the early morning hours when she was roughly dragged to her feet by a couple of guards. All of the girls slept uncovered. Thus, it was embarrassing to be stood up between them in her nakedness.

In the light of the doorway she saw Clemencia looking grimly at her. “Bring her!” Mistress ordered them. “We have found the originator of the plot against Master. This one will be punished before she loses her head.”

Joia gasped in alarm. Almost immediately she felt those familiar stirrings down below. She did not want her feelings to show, but already her nipples were starting to harden.

She felt a wetness developing down below, adding to her humiliation. Still, she tried to put up a protest. “I am innocent!” she cried out as she was roughly escorted through several unfamiliar passageways.

Clemencia was not impressed. “They always protest their innocence.”

“Then allow me to speak with Master!”

“Master has not returned,” Mistress snorted. “I will take care of this treachery myself.”

“But I am INNOCENT!” Joia gasped, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

“SILENCE, you wretched girl! Your sisters have already betrayed you!”

It was a cruel blow. Joia slumped in defeat as tears came to her eyes. At least now she would bear the dishonor alone. She fervently hoped this meant the others would not be harmed.

She ended up in a cold room with a dirt floor and wooden rafters. Attached to one of the beams was a metal pulley. A length of rope hung down from it.

Her wrists were secured to the rope. Then it was pulled up through the pulley until she was stretched upward, dangling just off the floor. Her naked body gently swayed back and forth as her feet fluttered for solid footing.

She recognized the executioner in his familiar black hood. He carried a whip in his hands. “Punish the wretch!” Clemencia ordered.

He hesitated only a moment before he obeyed. Then the lash sung out. Joia felt its application upon her exposed backside.

The pain was intense. She gritted her teeth, trying to bare it well. As far as she was concerned, this was her penance for the way her body responded so disgracefully at witnessing the girls losing their heads.

“This is for betraying Master!” Clemencia told her with a cruel smile. Then she addressed the executioner… “I want to hear screams.”

The whip sang out again and again, raining down harder blows upon her body. It was only when they began coming down upon her chest, leaving wicked red welts, that she finally opened her mouth and cried out in pain. Only now did she truly understand the agony Alviva must have suffered before she had been executed in front of them all.

“Enough,” Mistress finally declared. The blows mercifully stopped. Joia whimpered as her body swung back and forth.

Her arms remained stretched upward to the pulley above her by the coils of rope around her wrists. Several red welts upon her chest and backside alluded to the punishment she had just received. “Leave us,” Clemencia told the executioner. “Go and make preparations.” He left the room with a nod, leaving the two women alone.

Mistress walked up to Joia and grabbed her by her chin. “What say you now, little one?”

“I will… confess to… Master,” Joia panted, her eyes wet with tears.

She was still worried Clemencia might scoop up more of the girls in this falsehood. It would break her heart to be shamed in front of him. But she was willing to tell Master it was her and her alone if only he would spare the others.

“You are betrayed by your sisters, yet you will not confess?”

“Who was it that betrayed me?” Joia wasn’t sure why she asked. It seemed pointless, yet she desired to know who had pointed the accusing finger at her.

There was a curious hesitation before Clemencia responded. “What does it matter? You have been found guilty of treachery. You are about to lose your head, little one. So you may as well confess.”

“I will speak… to Master,” Joia repeated as she gasped for breath.

“Confess!”

“I will speak to Master.”

“You are a stubborn one,” Mistress scowled. “Perhaps I should use another form of persuasion.”

Clemencia looked at her carefully as though trying to determine a weakness. Joia trembled anxiously, her body throbbing with pain as she hung in place. What would be done to her next before she faced the blade?

Mistress smiled cruelly. “I believe there are more conspirators,” she said thoughtfully. “If you are involved, surely Marsona is involved as well. More than one head will roll this day, I can assure you.”

Joia looked at her in horror as her heart hammered in her chest. This was the moment of truth. Marsona might hate her for this. But in the end she simply could not bear the thought she might be responsible for her friend’s execution.

“It is I,” she said quietly, her head sagging in defeat. “There are no others.”

“It is just as I suspected,” Clemencia remarked with a smile of triumph. Then she grabbed her by the chin again.

“I shall take great pleasure in watching your head roll, little one.”

She grabbed the rope to the pulley. Then she lowered Joia back down. The poor thing felt tears in her eyes as her head hung in despair.

She hoped her friend Marsona would understand. There had simply been no other option left to her. She would rather die alone than allow any of her precious sisters to suffer a similar penalty.

Unlike Alviva who was escorted to her death as a free woman, her arms were bound behind her back in disgrace like that of a common criminal. Then Clemencia took her out of the room to the waiting guards. She was escorted shamefully throughout the compound toward her fate.

During her walk, Joia was forced to accept yet one more humiliation. As she was taken through the passageways, her thoughts turned to the blade that awaited her. She could not stop the strong stirrings of excitement and fear that began to envelop her.

She shivered uncomfortably as she imagined herself lying on the wooden slab. She could picture the sharpened blade hovering above her to sever her neck cleanly. The perverse thoughts made her nipples become quite hard.

To her great dismay she could feel herself starting to drip down below. This would be the greatest disgrace of all – to be seen in a state of excitement. There was nothing she could do but bear her shame, knowing she would soon be at rest as she slept the eternal sleep of the dead.

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 14 ’10; ed. Jun 8 ‘21 by riwa)

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Water Babies Part VI and VII 2.8 (10)

Note: My humble apologies. This was finished a while ago, and I should have gotten it to you sooner. I guess I forgot it was still in my archives. So I’m including the last two chapters.

His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. “Damn, James! That’s Nora in there!”

“Are you sure?” I stare incredulously. I can’t believe it!

They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, “How about it, slut? You want more cock?”

I hear the word “Yes” before the woman gasps for breath and is pushed back under. Bubbles come up as it looks like she goes right back to sucking cock underwater.

What the hell?

“Gawd!” Sandra gasps breathlessly. “That’s Nora, honey; I’m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?”

“I don’t see why not,” Melvin replies enthusiastically

I’m so stunned I don’t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.

Immediately she brings a finger to her lips as though indicating we should all be quiet. I smile as I nod obediently. I want to stay out of the way of whatever is going on in here, especially when I see Donna grin at me as she hefts a toy in her hand.

Part VI

I feel the cock in my pussy begin to spurt. The idea I’ve caused someone to come inside me because of my helpless situation fills me with incredible arousal. Then the other dick goes off between my lips.

My lungs heave as bubbles come out of my mouth. Then I’m lifted to the surface where I gasp for breath. That’s when I hear Wilma tell me, “Show us what’s in your mouth, Nora.”

I obediently open my mouth to show the recent discharge. Then I swallow it down. I hear enthusiasm all around me. If only the damned hood wasn’t covering my eyes.

“That was so hot!” Sandra declares. “If it wasn’t getting so late, I’d have a turn for myself.” There is good-natured laughter.

“Not bad for giving up control,” Wilma admits. “Ford, let’s see what she’s won.”

The hood is slowly pulled up off my head. To my shock I look up to see James standing naked in the water directly in front of me. His cock has softened a little.

How long has he been in here watching me? How long has he been participating and I didn’t know it? I wonder if he fucked me before moving around in front of me.

He’s the one who’s been fucking my face for the last few minutes? I suppose I should know his dick when I feel it. But it’s hard to tell which cock belongs to who as I’m taking it into my mouth while holding my breath underwater.

There’s a look of pleasure in James’ expression. I can tell he liked fucking my face. But he was a little aggressive with me.

I give him a bit of an angry look as I tell him, “You didn’t have to be so rough, did you? Why do you always have to spoil everything? And it was going so well!”

The expression in his face sags. I can tell I’ve hurt him deeply. I feel a perverse sense of pride and control over damaging him so easily.

After all, it was his fault, right? He was rough on me! I think he enjoyed it just a little too much.

For a moment no one says a word. The room goes deadly silent. Wilma looks incredulous.

A part of me feels just a little bit guilty for having said what I said. But I was justified; right? Besides, he grabbed the back of my head and really fucked my face hard!

James turns and silently climbs out of the water. He grabs a towel and his swim trunks. Then he quietly motions for Ford to follow him out the door.

I look around to see looks of shock and dismay all around me. Now I’m starting to regret my words. But it’s too late to take them back. I can only try to justify them by blurting out, “He was a little rough on me! You all saw it; right? You must have!”

The awkwardness in the pool room is palpable. Couples start muttering about the time and how late it is. Nobody comments on how erotic it was anymore. It’s like a cloudburst showing up and suddenly drenching an outdoor picnic, driving everybody to their vehicles.

Sandra clearly fakes a yawn, saying it’s getting late. Everyone quietly gathers up their suits and towels and head out. There are comments about the lateness of the hour and how tired some of them are.

In less than a minute I’m left alone with Wilma in the water. She works at getting the cuffs off my wrists. The ones on my ankles are long gone, allowing me all that fucking from behind I recently received.

I think James was one of those who entered me while I was submerged before coming around in front of me. But for some reason I don’t feel happy about it.

Wilma shakes her head. Then she sighs, “You sure know how to empty a room.”

“But he was rough on me!”

“I saw you getting it a lot rougher. Actually, I thought James was kind of pulling his punches.”

I pause to think about it for a moment. I can recall a couple of cocks being more aggressive, with one or two not so much. Did one of the lesser ones belong to James?

I desperately try another tactic. “Wilma, it was a joke!”

“It sure was. I can tell you had James in stitches. We all had a really good belly laugh over it.”

“But I didn’t mean it!” But I know that’s a lie the moment it leaves my lips.

“Oh, didn’t you?” Wilma doesn’t buy it for a second.

I feel panic start to well up within me. I also feel those familiar stirrings of justification. James was a little rough on me. But I think she’s right. I don’t think he was nearly as aggressive as a couple of the others.

In hindsight, I think he was actually trying to enjoy himself while holding back a little. But I just can’t admit that. For some reason I simply refuse to admit I’m wrong.

Ford returns with a towel wrapped around his waist. He motions Wilma over and says something into her ear. She looks at him for a long moment. Then she nods with understanding as Ford heads back out the door.

I nosily ask, “What was that all about?”

Wilma ignores my question by offering one of her own. “You mind telling me what your little comment to James was all about?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it! I was just trying to be funny! He was a little rough on me, remember?”

“So you didn’t want him to be rough on you?”

“No… I mean yes! I mean… he didn’t have to be so rough!”

“I thought you were in here practicing giving up control… and giving it up for him, no less! I thought you were in here for the orgasms and for learning how to suck cock underwater.”

“But I was!”

“Is this still about that fight you two had several months ago?”

“I don’t even remember what we were fighting about!”

“Then it must not be all that important, other than making sure you remain in the right and in full control.”

“Wilma, it’s not like that at all!”

“What is it then? You don’t like sucking your husband’s dick; is that it?”

“Yes… I mean no… I mean… I don’t know!”

“You sucked everyone else, Nora. Why not James?”

“I… it’s not like that at all!”

“Then what were you thinking when you learned it was his cock you were sucking? What was it that caused you to lash out at him like that?” I can tell she’s struggling not to be angry with me.

“Wilma, I honestly don’t know! When I first saw him I was kind of glad to see it was him! Then it just sort of bubbled to the surface!”

“So you couldn’t help yourself; is that it?”

“It’s not like that at all!” Then I realize maybe it’s exactly like that! I feel tears well up in my eyes as I remember the hurt look on James’ face.

“What’s the matter, Nora? Don’t you love him anymore? Has getting all this other cock diminished your appreciation of your husband?”

I can’t keep from sniffling. “No. It’s just… I don’t know why I said it. It just sort of blurted out.”

“Like a lot of other things you’ve blurted out over these last few months?”

“Maybe I’d better go find James and talk to him.”

Wilma puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Not so fast.”

“Why not?”

“You want to know why Ford came back and whispered into my ear?”

“Yeah; what was that all about?”

“He told me he’s taking James home tonight. He’s driving him back this very minute. James asked him to.”

“What??”

I stand there stunned as a sick feeling settles in the pit of my gut. There’s a part of me that tries to rationalize this as being all James fault. But deep down I know that’s not true.

“Wilma, I’ve got to go talk to James!” Then I start to climb out of the water.

“He’s already gone back to your room to get dressed. Ford told me he wants to leave right away. Nora, you really did it this time. I guess you were right all along. Only this time I think you’re going to discover that living alone while being right all the time isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

I stare at her in shock. Then indignation rises up inside me. “Wilma, I didn’t mean it; you know that! It was supposed to be funny or something!”

She doesn’t say a word. She just shakes her head.

Realization fully sets in. James really wants to go home without me. That’s when the tears start to flow. Wilma sighs as she pulls me close and cradles me in her arms.

I get back to the room and change in record time. I want to get out of here just as fast as I can. I don’t want to see Nora again, and I certainly don’t want to talk to her.

I make sure to avoid any hallway that might make me cross her path. Eventually I end up out in the parking lot. Ford shows up a couple minutes later, having quickly dressed into his street clothes.

I head over to his vehicle as he pulls out his keys. “I really appreciate this, Ford. I… I just don’t want to be here one minute longer.”

“Are you sure you’re not taking this just a little too personally?”

“How would you take it?”

“I saw how much it hurt you, James. I don’t know how I would have responded. I probably would have been just as hurt. But are you sure this is the right response?”

“No, it’s probably not. It’s childish and selfish. But I’m a wounded animal, Ford. I’m trying to take myself out of the line of fire before anything else comes my way.”

“Fair enough.”

He unlocks their car and slips into the driver’s seat. I walk around to the passenger side door and open it up. Then I crawl inside.

He starts the motor as I ask, “How did Wilma take it?”

“She understands. I don’t think she wants me to go. But she understands. You know we both care about you and Nora.”

He throws the car into reverse. That’s when I put my hand on his shoulder before he can start backing up. “Shut it off, Ford.”

He looks at me for a long moment. Then he throws it back into park and turns the key. The engine dies as he asks, “Something wrong, James?”

“This isn’t right, Ford. You’re tired and it’s late. It’s not fair of me to make you drive me all the way home and then come right back.”

“Glad to do it, James.”

“I know you are. But I can’t let you, now that I think about it. This is my problem, not yours. I’d hate myself if something happened to you on the road on the way back. I don’t want an animal darting out onto the road or you falling asleep at the wheel.”

I open the passenger side door and climb out. Ford climbs out with me. “Are you sure, James?”

“I’ve got my own set of keys. I’ll just drive myself home. Would you and Wilma be so kind as to drive Nora home for me after breakfast?”

“Be glad to, James.”

“Thanks, Ford.”

I reach into my pants and pull out the keys as I walk over to our vehicle. I really don’t want to see or hear Nora anymore tonight. Going home with my tail tucked between my legs is certainly not very manly. But I can’t stand the humiliation. And I can’t stand the thought of having to look everyone in the eye tomorrow morning.

I open the driver’s side door. Ford comes over as I climb inside. “James, are you all right?”

“Not really. But things will work out eventually.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“You need to go back inside to be with your wife. I need to get away from mine.” Then I close the door.

I roll down the window after I put the key in the ignition. “Tell everyone I had a great time. Please express my apologies. This wasn’t what I wanted at all. I didn’t intend to spoil everyone’s evening. Maybe I should have anticipated something like this from the very beginning. Next time I’ll know better.”

“You didn’t spoil anything, James. I don’t think Nora really meant what she said; do you?”

“You heard the words come out of her mouth. What would you have thought if they would have been directed at you after all the stuff that happened in there? What would you think if you’d taken part and enjoyed watching your wife in the water being used and abused, cumming and bubbling, only for her to single you out like that in the end?”

He paused, giving it some thought. “You’re right. I probably would not have liked that in the slightest.”

“I enjoyed most of the evening. Tell ‘em that. Then bring Nora home after you’ve enjoyed a nice breakfast and said your goodbyes.”

“Somehow I don’t think Nora’s going to be in a very pleasant mood come morning, James.”

“I reckon you’re right, Ford.” Then I throw the car into reverse. I back out of the parking lot before driving off toward the highway, doing my best not to spin the tires.

Wilma comes back with me to our room. But I’m too late. James is long gone. It looks like he took his stuff with him.

I turn and start to sob into Wilma’s shoulder again. I can’t believe what I’ve done. What the hell was I thinking??

It was a stupid thing to say. James wasn’t that rough on me. I actually enjoyed it a little! So why the hell did I treat him that way?

Wilma helps me over until we’re both sitting on the bed together. I sniffle as I tell her, “I really messed things up this time; didn’t I.”

“It certainly looks that way.”

“Why did I tell him that?”

“I’ve been wondering that myself, Nora. Maybe you two just aren’t healthy for each other anymore. The words seem to flow out of you like a poisoned fountain.”

“But I didn’t mean it!”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I don’t know!”

“Yes, you do. You meant it or you wouldn’t have said it. You didn’t express any enthusiasm in learning it was your husband who’d enjoyed your oral skills. You only found something to complain about. To be honest, I don’t think he was nearly as rough on you as the others.”

“I know he wasn’t. Why did I say that??”

“Maybe it’s become second nature by now. Maybe you’ve settled into it like wrapping yourself up in a ratty, old blanket. It’s a terrible blanket, but you’ve clung to it for so long that you just don’t want to give it up.”

I look at her with tears in my eyes. Is she right? Am I really being that spiteful? I went into that pool room with the idea of improving my sex life with James. And it was working too… that is, until I foolishly drove him away.

I sniffle as I ask, “What do I do now, Wilma?”

“I’m not a therapist, Nora. All I know is that it seems as though you want to hang onto this offense with James and remind him of it every chance you get. I don’t think he’s going to take it much longer.”

I look up at her in alarm as her words hit home. “Do you think James would consider leaving me?”

“What reasons have you given him for staying?”

The tears start to well up in my eyes again. Then we hear a gentle knock on the door. Wilma looks at it in surprise as she says, “Come in; it’s open.”

The door swings open and Ford walks in. We’re shocked as I eagerly rise up to meet James, wanting to give him a big hug. “You didn’t leave after all! James; I’m sorry! I love you and…” But he’s not out in the hallway.

Ford lowers his head as he quietly replies, “James didn’t want me to make the long drive back in the dark. He left on his own. We’ll be taking Nora back in the morning after breakfast.”

Wilma nods her understanding. More tears well up in my eyes. James has deliberately left me behind.

The implications of that action couldn’t be more clear…

2021 (written Nov 8 ’21 by riwa)

Part VII

I don’t get much more than ten miles or so down the road before I pull over. I curse inwardly. Then I turn around and head back.

It’s not fair to dump my problem onto Ford and Wilma. I’m sure the others will be uncomfortable in the morning if they realize I’ve gone home and left Nora behind. That just doesn’t feel right to me.

I drive back, telling myself it’s probably for the best. It’s late in the evening, and I’m not in the best of moods. Maybe I shouldn’t be on the road. Besides, the bambi’s might be out and about. I don’t need to have an unfortunate deer end up sticking out of my grill in the middle of the night.

For a moment, I question what I’m doing. I really don’t want to go back and face anyone. And I certainly don’t want to face Nora.

I’m just tired of the whole thing. But it’s not right to dump my problems into the laps of others, especially since they’ve been so nice to me. The least I can do is take Nora home myself. Maybe we can skip breakfast and say our quick goodbyes.

I pull into the drive and find the same spot I’d parked in earlier. I sigh as I shut off the engine. Then I sit there for the longest time.

A heavy sadness settles over me. This isn’t good for either of us. Maybe I’ve been putting off what I should have done long ago.

Maybe it’s time we finally separated…

Ford is tired and wants to go to bed. Wilma looks at me and then at him. She sighs as she tells him, “Honey? If it’s ok with you, I think I’d better spend some time with Nora until she’s feeling better.”

Ford looks at me for a moment before nodding at his wife. His expression is one of kindness and sympathy. But there’s also a faint flicker of something else in his eyes.

“Take all the time you need, honey.” Then he looks at me again. His goodnight to me is polite. But I can hear the disappointment in his tone. Then he’s gone.

I feel guilty and ashamed. But I just can’t handle it. So I lash out again as I declare, “Wilma, he was rough on me in the pool! You all saw it!”

“I thought you said he wasn’t rough on you.”

“He was! You saw it!”

She sighs heavily. “Whatever you say, Nora.”

I look at her and see the same look in her eyes. She’s just as disappointed with me as Ford was. I don’t think she can help herself.

I lower my head, my emotions in turmoil. “You’re right – you’re right. He wasn’t that hard on me. Wilma, I don’t know what to do!”

“Ford and I will take you home in the morning. You and James can figure it out then.”

“But what if he doesn’t want to figure it out. What if… what if he wants to leave me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No!”

“Then why did you bark at him like that?”

“I don’t know – I don’t know!” The tears fill my eyes again.

“Why don’t I tuck you into bed?”

“I can’t sleep; I’m too upset. Maybe I’ll go for a swim. Hell, maybe I’ll just go out and drown myself. I suppose that would solve everything, wouldn’t it?”

“You don’t want to do that, do you? Imagine how upset everyone would be. Imagine how upset James would be.”

“Wilma, he wouldn’t care!”

“He wouldn’t? Why do you think he came with you today? Why do you think he took part? Yet, you deliberately avoided him all night long! How do you think that makes him feel?”

My world feels like it’s crashing down all around me. And it’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t uttered those miserable words to him. How stupid was that?

Suddenly I don’t want to be in the room. It reminds me of the one who’s missing.

I stand up and look at Wilma. “I think I’m going to go outside for a while. Maybe I’ll get back in the pool.”

She eyes me warily. “You’re not going to do anything foolish, are you?” I don’t give her an answer.

I like the way she’s worried about me. But I know that’s selfish. Right now it’s all about me. I like the attention, even though it’s not entirely positive.

I head out of our room, the towel still wrapped around me. Wilma follows, also wearing her towel. She follows me as I find the stairwell and head up.

We get outside where I notice we’re having a warm evening. But I don’t really care. That’s when I drop my towel, walk to the deep end and step off the edge of the pool.

I hit the water with a splash, allowing myself to sink toward the bottom. The observation window is right there in plain sight. A part of me wishes James was standing there looking in on me. But another part is angry he abandoned me. My emotions are all churned up.

There’s another splash. I see Wilma has joined me. I suspect she wants to keep track of me so I don’t do anything stupid.

I finally climb out of the car. I’m tempted to stay inside and sleep it off ‘til morning. But that would force the others to deal with Nora until I made an appearance.

I don’t head to the room right away. Instead, I wander around outside. Then I make my way toward that pool where I played with those wives earlier.

I find myself thinking about the women I was sexual with. Sandra was a lot of fun. And Laura sure threw herself into pleasing me. Making them cum underwater was a hell of a lot of fun.

My cock stirs as I remember the activity that took place earlier. I look all around, but no one is in sight. Maybe they won’t mind if I take a late-night dip on my own.

I shed my clothes and drop them in a pile. Then I quietly wade down into the pool. I swim across the surface, enjoying how the water caresses me.

I fill my lungs and go under, pulling with my arms. I think about all the fun I had with the ladies out here. My cock stiffens as I release bubbles.

My mind drifts back to Nora. It instantly causes my cock to soften. Maybe it’s best not to think about her right now.

I pull hard with my arms, releasing bubbles out of my nose. It feels good to be in the water. I’m aroused, and it would certainly be nice to have a playmate. But all the wives are probably in bed with their husbands. It’s selfish wanting one of them out here with me for some company.

I swim back and forth along the bottom of the pool. Occasionally I allow a hand to caress my growing erection. The memories return of the fun I had with Sandra and Laura.

I surface for a breath. Then I submerge again. I swim to the bottom where I roll over onto my back.

My sinuses burn, but only for a short time. I start stroking myself as I recall the erotic memories of the last few hours. Naturally, there’s one memory I’m trying hard not to dwell on.

I’m not much of a swimmer. I just drift there until I pull myself back up. Wilma swims around me, releasing a couple bubbles out of her nose before she surfaces.

I find myself thinking about James again. I work myself over to the ladder. Then I take a deep breath before submerging.

I pull myself all the way down hand over hand. I stay near the bottom, holding my breath. There’s just enough light to see all around me. And there’s enough illumination to look inside at an empty observation room.

Wilma comes down to join me. But I don’t know what to do. She’s certainly attractive without any clothes on. But my mind is still on the disaster that took place a short time ago.

She sees my expression and reaches out to me as she holds onto the ladder with her right hand. She squeezes my shoulder as though indicating it’s going to be all right. I bubble as I look at her.

A part of me wonders what it would be like to open my lungs and inhale. But I really don’t want to do that. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.

I pull myself up to the surface where I gasp for breath. Wilma surfaces beside me. She looks like she wants to speak, but I can tell she doesn’t know what to say.

I fill my lungs and submerge again. I go all the way down to the bottom of the ladder, clinging to it with my left hand. Maybe I just want to torture myself.

Wilma comes down to join me. I don’t turn her away. I just close my eyes as I hold my breath while trying to blot everything out.

She reaches out and touches my breasts. I feel an erotic shiver ripple through me. I don’t feel like I deserve her caresses, although I allow her to keep right on touching me.

I stay down for as long as I can. It’s almost as though I want to torture my lungs. Then I open my eyes to see Wilma looking at me as she lovingly caresses me.

My chest heaves as I deliberately push myself. Maybe I can make my lungs explode in my chest. I hitch until I lose a burst of air before I shoot up for the surface.

Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping at the surface. She gives me a curious look. I tell her, “Maybe I just want to torture myself for a while.” Then I fill my lungs and head back down.

She comes down with me until the two of us are holding our breath at the bottom of the ladder in the deep end. A glance into the observation room reveals it’s still empty. What do I expect?! James is long gone by now.

Once again, I think about opening up my lungs. But I just can’t make myself do it. What I can do is stay down until my body hurts.

It isn’t long before my chest starts to heave. Normally I’d shoot right up before it got this bad. Instead, I deliberately push myself, my body shaking from the agony of breathlessness.

I lose a massive burst of air. Then I shoot back up to the surface. Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping out loud.

She smiles kindly. “Trying to tire yourself out, Nora? Or are you trying to stay down until you can make yourself inhale?”

“Just torturing myself, both literally and figuratively.”

“I think I can help with that.”

She gives me a sadistic look, one which gives me an erotic shiver. I’m not sure I’m going to like what she has to offer. But maybe I deserve it.

I fill my lungs and descend to the bottom of the ladder. Wilma follows me down. This time she grabs my head and mashes my face into her crotch, locking my head in place with her thighs.

I bubble in surprise before my tongue dutifully lashes out. It’s too bad, really. If only I could treat James just as good, if not better, than I treat my best friend…

The swim does me good. I even jerk a cum out of my dick. The release helps tire me out.

I surface and swim to the shallow end. I climb the steps and track down a towel to dry myself off. Then I slip back into my clothes.

I keep putting it off. But I can’t avoid it forever. I have to go back to our room now. At least Ford and Wilma won’t have to drive Nora home in the morning.

I quietly enter the building before heading downstairs toward our room. I pass through the observation room. Something makes me look through the glass into the water.

Two naked women are in the pool at the bottom of the ladder. One is making the other eat her out. Bubbles come out of her crotch.

I look closely and realize Wilma’s the one being licked out. Is she in there with Nora? It sure looks like her!

I stand there for a moment, observing the action taking place in the pool. Wilma suddenly looks at me as though realizing there’s someone in the observation room. The shock of seeing me standing in here is clearly evident in her features.

I smile tiredly as I give her a wave. She smiles back. Then she humps Nora’s face even harder, forcing up more bubbles out of my struggling wife.

She gestures for me to come join them. I wave her off as I fake a yawn. I don’t mind leaving them to it. Surprisingly, I’m really not that interested.

She gestures a little more forcefully. I pause indecisively. Then I motion… “Ok, I’ll be right up.” She responds by humping Nora’s face even harder.

Wilma really takes it out on me. She forces me to stay down for the longest time. I do my best to lick her out, only to have her hump my face hard.

I lose a big burst of bubbles. Maybe she’s going to drown me. A part of me thinks that might not be such a bad idea. Then my body responds, and I start to panic.

She hauls me to the surface where the two of us gasp for breath. “Had enough, Nora? Want to go to bed now? Are you getting tired yet?”

I think about our room and the fact James won’t be in there waiting for me. I don’t want to go back just yet. So I shake my head.

“Suit yourself. Fill your lungs, bitch!”

I’m a little taken aback at her tone. But I dutifully inhale. A moment later she forces me underwater.

We go right back down to the bottom of the ladder. Then she mashes my face into her crotch. This is my punishment for driving James away. I think she’s a little angry with me. I probably deserve it.

She grinds her crotch against my face. I taste her flowing juices. She seems turned on, even at this late hour.

Well, I am keeping her up late. She’d probably like to join her husband in bed.

A surge of selfishness flows through me. I lick her harder, trying to please her. At least she hasn’t left me like James did.

She keeps me down for the longest time, brutally humping my face while making me hold my breath. My lungs really hurt this time! I cry out a flush of bubbles, causing her to haul my ass back to the surface.

We pop up gasping for breath. I’m stunned to discover we’re not alone. James is standing nearby, curiously looking down on us.

“You came back!” I gasp with delirious happiness.

“You wanted to see me?”

“I’m happy to see you, James!” But his question was addressed to Wilma.

“I was sort of thinking you might join us in the pool, James.”

He smiles kindly as he tells her, “Thanks, but no thanks, Wilma. I think I’m going to go down and find a spot to crash. Maybe I’ll go to our room… or maybe I’ll just find a recliner somewhere.”

“James, you’re not going to stay?? Honey, why don’t you get in the water and join us!”

He waves dismissively at me. “You two are doing just fine without my help.”

Just like that, I’m crushed. I’m also desperate. “James, you can fuck Wilma underwater if you want!” Hell, I didn’t even ask her permission for that!

“No thanks, ladies; I’m good. I think I’ll be going downstairs now.”

I’m about to leave when Wilma calls out, “Just a minute, James. Could I ask a small favor?”

I smile at Wilma. “It depends.”

“You’re not interested in getting wet with us?”

“Not really.”

I don’t think she was expecting that for an answer. But Wilma is a pretty sharp cookie. I think she understands.

“Then can I ask you for a ‘dry’ favor?”

“A ‘dry’ favor? What’s that?”

“Could you stick around a few minutes, just to spot for us? It’s getting late, but we’re almost done. I think we’ll be ok, but you never know. Could you at least keep an eye on us until we’re done in here… for safety’s sake?”

It’s a polite request. I think I understand her ulterior motive. She probably wants to see if I’ll become turned on enough to join them.

I want to tell her that’s not going to happen. Seeing Nora in the water has killed any enthusiasm I might have had. However, I see no harm in sticking around a few minutes longer… for “safety’s sake” as she put it.

In response, I walk over and take up a seat in a patio lounger. Nora looks disappointed I’m not joining them in the water. Wilma nods appreciatively of my decision to stick around, at least for the time being.

She turns to my wife and says, “What was that you were saying to me about torture?” Then she pushes her under in a flurry of bubbles.

They drop partway down the ladder, allowing me to keep them in view. Wilma forces Nora’s head back into her crotch. She’s surprisingly rough on her.

Bubbles come up as I watch them. But I’m not the least bit interested in the eroticism of it all. Strangely, it does nothing for me. Even seeing her best friend making her lick her out underwater with all those bubbles coming up has no effect on me.

I watch to make sure no one inhales or gets into trouble. But I feel a sad tiredness begin to envelop me. I lean back in the lounger and rest, trying to keep watch as my eyelids start to get heavy.

Wilma makes me eat her out until my lungs feel like they’re going to burst. The next time we surface, she tells me to go back down and hold my breath while she climbs out. When she returns, she has a dildo strapped to her waist.

She gets back into the water with me. I look over at James. He looks bored. Are his eyes even open?

Wilma forces me under and fucks me several times until it feels like she’s trying to fuck the air out of my lungs. At one point, we surface to look over at James. His eyes are definitely closed. It looks like he’s taking a nap.

Wilma realizes he’s asleep in the patio lounger. So she tells me, “One last time; ok?”

“But he’s not watching anymore!”

“Maybe so. But you deserve a good, hard fucking, Nora!” Then down I go.

She submerges and really gives it to me good. A part of me wishes it was James fucking me instead. But there’s also a part of me that’s strangely glad it’s not James. My emotions are so jumbled up.

I’m exhausted when we finally climb out of the water. I look over to check on James. He’s fast asleep in the lounger.

I start to call out to him. Wilma stops me by telling me, “Let him sleep, Nora.”

“But Wilma, I want him to come down to the room!”

“Leave him be, Nora. Don’t force it.”

We quietly dry ourselves off. Then we start to head back down to our room. I panic the moment I realize we’re leaving James behind.

I try to stop her as I tell her, “Wilma, I need to go talk to James!”

“Let him sleep, Nora. He’ll come down in his own good time. Be careful you don’t make things worse than they already are.”

“How can they get any worse??”

She shakes her head. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

She gets me to the room and helps me into bed. I suddenly realize how tired I truly am. But I still want James to come down to the room.

“Get some rest, Nora.”

“But I want…”

“Not right now,” she says as she shakes her head.

I nod without saying a word. She goes to turn off the light. “Night, Nora.” Then she’s gone.

I tell myself I’ll rest a couple minutes. Then I’ll get back up and go find James. But that plan falls flat on its face the moment I drift off to sleep.

I awaken with the rising sun and a bit of a chill in the air. Nora and Wilma are long gone. The pool is quiet.

I rise up and check my watch. It’s a little after seven. With any luck, I can retrieve Nora and we can make our exit without too much fuss or fanfare.

I head down to our room and find her sleeping away. I gently shake her awake. “Nora? It’s time to go.”

Her eyes open as she sees me there. “James?”

“Time to get up and get dressed. We’re leaving.”

She blinks. “Honey, can’t we talk for a few minutes?”

“No time. I want to be on the road in a few minutes.”

“What about breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Honey, about last night…”

“Are you getting dressed? Or am I leaving without you?”

She gulps as she sees how serious I am. She climbs out of bed and gets some clothes on. She fully understands I’ll leave her if she tries to put this off too long.

I take her bag for her. Then we head out. We find the stairwell and head up to the main floor.

I notice activity in the kitchen. I can smell bacon, eggs and coffee. It smells good, but I don’t wish to stay a second longer than is absolutely necessary.

Gene and Donna Riley are working to get breakfast ready for everyone when they see us. They notice Nora’s bag in my hands. I see a flash of sadness in their eyes before they force smiles upon their faces.

“Morning, guys. Not sticking around for breakfast?”

“We’ve got to be going,” I tell them with a sad smile.

“Well, we sure enjoyed our time together with you both. I hope you enjoyed it as well.”

“The hospitality was exceptional.”

“Yes, we really enjoyed it,” Nora adds.

“Thank you very much for your generosity. Give our best to the others. Tell everyone how much we enjoyed ourselves.” It’s not the entire truth, but none of us really wants to touch on what happened late last night.

“You folks take care,” Gene tells us. His words are full of unspoken wishes. I nod before taking Nora’s hand and guiding her toward the door.

James guides us to the car. I don’t know whether to be frightened or relieved he came back for me. He opens the passenger side door for me before he climbs in behind the wheel. In less than a minute we’re on the road heading home.

“James, about last night…”

He puts up a hand to stop me. “Nora, don’t. It’s all right. I understand now.”

“Understand what?”

“Let’s not talk until we get home; ok?”

Now I’m frightened as a dull ache settles in the pit of my gut. “James, what’s going to happen when we get home?”

“We’ll make arrangements; ok? You don’t really want another argument in the car, do you? We’ve had so many.”

“James, I…” Then I gulp as I go quiet.

He doesn’t have to tell me anymore. Deep down, I know what’s coming.

This is going to be our last car ride together.

Whose fault is it? Whose fault was it?

Does it really matter?

With tears in my eyes, I quietly tell him, “James? I’m… I’m sorry I spoiled last night. I’m glad you came back.”

He doesn’t say anything. But I can tell by the way his shoulders are sagged that he just wants it to be over.

I guess I want it to be over as well. But it’s not going to end the way I thought it would.

Hell, I’m not even sure anymore how I really wanted it to end. Maybe this is for the best?

2022 (written Jan 9 ’22 by riwa)

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Coming May rewards

Vacation 2
Founder’s Day
A sleepless night
You’re next
Lois and Meg 3
Dear diary-the motel
My last day Pt 4
Best laid plans 1
Apology accepted
The evening party at the yacht
The hit on Revy Pt 3
My drowning Master Pt 2

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

Can you believe it? Mom got put in Facebook jail! They said she was posting too much, although others post way more than she does. I think it’s funny my 83 year old mother is now a Facebook Felon. She thinks it’s funny too. She hardly missed it.

My taxes for last month plus my root canal and crown I did yesterday have added to my list of expenses. But they will eventually get paid off, and I have all of you to thank for that. A couple of months, and I’ll be back in the market for another big expense to come my way. Maybe I shouldn’t speak too soon though. My 6 month car insurance payment will be coming due again. It’s just a part of life, I guess. I sure hope your bills are something you all can handle. I pray financial blessings for all of you.

Was this month crazy or what? And it still isn’t over. It sure seems like we’re rapidly approaching the end of the world. I start getting uneasy thinking of those four horsemen of the apocalypse and what they stand for, compared to the things we’re seeing all around us. Makes me think Jesus will be coming back any time now. Thankfully, I can distract myself by writing for you. I hope you have distractions as well, so that these world events do not stress you out. Meanwhile, I continue to count my blessings. And that includes all of you. So once again, I want to thank you all so very much for being my patrons. God bless you all.

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Final Destination: Central Avenue 2.4 (25)

Lisa McKowell checked for oncoming traffic before turning right onto Central Avenue in her Honda Civic. She was running late again for work. As usual, she had gotten all worked up by her mother, and had lost all track of time.

Seeing the ball fields approaching off to her right made her think of Krispy Kreme. It was only a little further ahead.  There was even a traffic light right there for her if she wanted.

When she got there, the light caught her as it often did, making her stop. She was tempted to turn off and go in to pick up a donut and some coffee at the drive-thru. But she was running late, and she really didn’t have the time.

The traffic light finally released her. Lisa drove on by, looking at the donut shop with longing. Her mouth tingled at the missed opportunity of a fresh-baked donut and some coffee. Her stomach growled at her decision to keep going.

Lisa was feeling a little stressed this morning. She was tempted to light a cigarette.  But her mother would not ride with her if she smoked in her car.

Lisa got caught at another light, this one on twenty-fourth street west. She had to stop behind a white Ford Focus. It looked like a short, older lady was behind the wheel. Lisa hoped the woman wouldn’t slow her down much, as she was already running behind schedule.

It was a longer light, making her wait impatiently. She cursed herself for not leaving her apartment sooner. If only she hadn’t called her mother and gotten into another argument about that Jesus thing again.

The light finally released her, and she drove through the intersection behind the Focus. That’s when a yellow van in the Taco Bell drive-thru on her right caught her eye. It had JESUS SAVES in big, emblazoned letters, with a cross illuminated by sunbeams.

Lisa scowled and shook her head as she drove on by. Had her mother arranged for them to be there while she was on her way to work? No, that was impossible. But it sure seemed as though her mom was trying to bring Jesus to her attention every chance she got. It was really starting to annoy her.

Traffic was becoming heavier. The Focus in front of her was forced to settle in behind a dark blue sedan. Today, it seemed like everyone had chosen to go to work at the exact same time. If this kept up, she was definitely going to be late getting to the hospital.

Both the sedan and the woman in the Focus got caught at the next light. Lisa impatiently cursed under her breath. A glance over revealed three cars beside her, making it impossible for her to switch lanes and scoot around the Focus. Damn!

Lisa subconsciously drummed her fingers on the steering wheel until she caught herself doing it and stopped. Now was the time she really needed a cigarette. But her mom could not handle the smell, nor could she deal with the lingering odor in her vehicle. It was a small thing she was trying to do for her mother. But today, she was seriously thinking about going back to smoking in her car.

The light finally released the sedan, allowing her and the Focus to move forward as well. A quick check revealed a string of vehicles in both lanes. A pickup pulling a trailer full of mowing equipment was now coming up on her left.

Lisa looked ahead at the light coming up at the next intersection. The cross street either took you to the right and down to the city golf course clubhouse, or it took you left to the cemetery. She could see some ducks in a pond at the golf course near the street.

She mentally prayed for the light to stay green. But it went yellow just as the sedan was clearing the intersection. What was the Focus going to do?

Thankfully, the woman in front of her kept going, being as how she was too close to stop in time. Lisa instinctively hit the gas to follow her through. She rushed through the light just as it was turning red. The car behind her followed her right on through.

She anxiously glanced at the cars waiting to cross through the intersection. She was hoping not to see a police cruiser waiting to pull out or hit its lights. Getting pulled over was the last thing she needed, as she was probably going to get to work a few minutes late.

Lisa almost jerked with a start upon seeing those ducks suddenly burst up into the air, squawking like crazy. It was as though something had spooked them. But she didn’t see any nearby golfers, nor did she see any errant balls splashing into the pond to disturb them.

It wasn’t just the ducks. Birds were now launching up into the air from the trees, shrubs… everywhere! They were all putting up an incredible fuss.

Lisa found herself looking around at all the birds rising up into the air. Damn! It looked like every bird in the immediate vicinity had suddenly taken flight. What the hell was going on??

She put her eyes back on the road just in time. Drivers were slowing down in alarm. Some were swerving from having been distracted.

Two squirrels suddenly dashed out onto the road. But they were not trying to cross the street. They looked like something had upset them and they were trying to get away. But they were acting as though they had no idea which way to go!

The pickup towing the mowing equipment had just cleared itself from beside her when it nailed one. The Focus took out the other. “Crazy squirrels,” Lisa muttered, shaking her head while at the same time feeling bad.

Further down the street, Lisa thought she saw a dog dash out into the road. Car horns went off in alarm as drivers tried to avoid the upset pooch.

No more than a scant couple of seconds later, there was a sudden flash of brilliant light up in the sky. Every driver facing east instinctively glanced up in surprise. That’s when Lisa thought she heard a voice. It was accompanied by what sounded like the blaring of a horn, but not one she was familiar with.

Drivers were instinctively slowing down while looking confused. Lisa prepared to hit the brakes. That’s when all hell broke loose over in Sunset Memorial Cemetery off to her left.

Caskets suddenly began popping up out of the ground, forcing up the earth they were under. It was as though the ground was vomiting up some of the dead! Coffins popped out of the dirt and tumbled everywhere, spilling their contents. Lisa just happened to get a brief glance inside one long enough to observe no body inside.

Traffic immediately started honking and swerving as brake lights came on ahead of her. Lisa had to slow down even more from speeding through that light behind her. She was looking at the Focus ahead of her, trying to leave enough space between her and the old lady.

To her utter astonishment, she thought she saw a figure emerge up out of the driver’s seat of the Focus through the roof! At that exact same time, Lisa thought she saw what looked like more human figures going up into the air.

A big, white delivery truck coming from the opposite direction suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic. Lisa got enough of a glimpse that she could have sworn there was no driver behind the wheel!

The pickup with the mowing equipment plowed right into it, along with the Focus. Lisa screamed as she instinctively jerked on the wheel. There was a deafening sound of metal crashing against metal all around her as she skidded sideways.

Cars were swerving to avoid hitting each other, only to be hit from behind and twisted around. Lisa’s Honda Civic slid sideways into the trailer with the mowing equipment. That’s when a Kia behind her slammed into the corner of her rear-end as her passenger side windows shattered.

For a moment, Lisa was sure she was dead. Instinctively, she closed her eyes as the crashing sounds continued. She didn’t want to witness her last moments. She also didn’t want flying debris getting into her eyes.

The sound of metal against metal finally died off as she came to a screeching halt. For a moment, there was an eerie silence. That’s when Lisa realized she was not dead.

She began to hear cries and screams from all around her. Lisa opened her eyes and stared in shock. This part of Central Avenue was now filled with cars twisted and smoking. It reminded her of news scenes of winter freeways filled with motorists having crashed into each other from snow or fog.

She did a quick inventory. She had gone sideways, and had thus avoided crashing head on into the mowing equipment trailer. She was stunned, but otherwise, she seemed to be unhurt.

Lisa looked upwards through her now cracked windshield. The rising figures were gone, as was the brilliant display that had briefly appeared in the sky. But the birds were still squawking and flying around as if in a daze.

She turned to look over at the cemetery as though that was what had started it all. Caskets lay strewn everywhere. It was as though some giant kid had pulled a bunch of them out of the ground, only to indiscriminately toss them helter-skelter.

A clear view into one revealed the empty contents. The material looked as though a body had been lying in there at some point in time. But it was no longer there. Where the hell had it gone??

The first thing that came to mind was her mother’s voice, telling her about Jesus and that she shouldn’t put a decision off too much longer because the rapture was imminent. Lisa gasped in horror as she cried out, “Mom??” That’s when she frantically pulled out her iPhone and punched in the number.

There were screams and cries all around her as the other end rang. Something was wrong. It was not supposed to take this long. Her mother usually responded right away.

A male voice finally answered. Lisa’s eyes flew open in alarm. This was supposed to be her mother’s number!

“Mom; is that you?”

Lisa??” It was her father.

“Dad??”

“Your mother just disappeared right in front of me! She was bringing the coffee pot over while I was reading the paper. I heard the pot crash to the floor, and I looked up. Your mother is gone, Lisa! She was standing right there… and now she’s gone!”

Gone!?? No! It wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be!!

There was growing panic in her voice as she blurted out, “Dad, are you sure??”

“Honey, she’s gone! Your mother has vanished! She was right here… and now she’s vanished!”

Lisa felt the contents of her stomach start to rise up in her throat. She was sure she was going to be sick. But she’d nearly gotten sick many times before in the trauma unit looking at badly injured patients.

Her training instinctively helped her to do now what she had always done back then. Lisa swallowed it back down. Then she took a deep breath to compose herself. But it only helped a little, as panic still threatened to overwhelm her. Now she was trembling like crazy.

She wanted to speak, to say something reassuring to her father. But she didn’t know what to say. She was in utter disbelief, especially from looking at the devastation all around her while hearing the cries of the injured.

She looked at all the vehicles around her before looking into the cemetery and its scattered coffins. Lisa felt herself start to go numb with shock. If she didn’t do something soon, she would end up becoming paralyzed with fear.

She made the only decision she could think of, one that would at least keep her busy and distracted for a while. “D-dad, I’ve got to go! There are p-people hurt here!” Then she tried the door, experiencing relief that it unlatched and came open.

“Honey?? You have to come home right now!” Her father sounded panic-stricken.

“Dad, I can’t! Central Avenue is totally jammed up here. Nothing’s moving, and my car’s been damaged!”

She knew people around her were going to need help. Some were numbly getting out of their vehicles, many looking hurt and bleeding. She had to do something!

“Honey, I need you here with me!”

Lisa swallowed hard as she pushed the door open. At least she was able to get out. She was beginning to calm down now as her training kicked in.

“Dad, I have to go. People here are injured and need my help.”

“Honey, your father needs you! Please come home right away!”

“Dad, I’m going to administer first aid to as many as I can until help arrives.” She could at least provide aid and comfort until an ambulance showed up.

An instant later, Lisa realized there would be no ambulance. Nothing was getting through. For the moment, she was on her own. And there were so many around her who would be needing her help.

Her iPhone was still in her hand as she got out of her car. Her father sounded desperate; he was almost in hysterics. “No, honey! I need you to come home right now!”

Lisa surveyed the carnage. Then she told her iPhone, “Dad, I just can’t get there from here. This car isn’t going anywhere! Nothing’s moving here; it’s all jammed up!”

“Then start walking, honey! I need you here with me right now! Please; I’m so frightened! Your mother is… she’s gone, I tell you! Lisa, I need you!”

“Dad, you live clear across the city! Besides, I can’t leave! People need me here!”

“Please, honey!”

Lisa was more frightened that she had ever felt in her entire life. The crazy situation she now found herself in was beyond anything she had ever witnessed before, despite her being a trauma nurse at the hospital. But there were people here who were obviously injured and who needed medical assistance. As a nurse, she felt it her duty to assist in any way she could, even if her father was panicked and wanted her back home.

It would be a welcome distraction if she could start tending to the wounded around her. That way, she wouldn’t have to process what had just happened. She needed a task to take her mind off things, or she would end up freaking out like many of the others who were nearby.

Cars were strewn everywhere, some at odd angles and all banged up while others were starting to smoke. Some drivers and passengers were in complete and utter shock. Others were in hysterics, as though they, too, knew exactly what had just happened.

Lisa stood upright on the pavement outside the door of her Honda. Then she looked all around. Who needed medical attention the most? Gawd, she needed a cigarette!

Honey?”

“Dad, I really have to go.”

That’s when several shots suddenly rang out…

More screams were added to the ones currently going on in the background. Lisa turned to see two shocked females and an elderly gentleman go down. Then she located the origin of the shots.

Nearby, a young male was freaking out, screaming they were all doomed. He was waving a handgun in the air. Lisa stiffened in alarm.

“Honey, what was that? Were those gunshots I heard?” Her father was still on the other end on her iPhone.

“D-dad? I h-have to go now.”

“Honey, don’t hang up!”

It was all so surreal. Open graves, missing people, and a massive car pileup on Central Avenue. Now a crazed young man of about nineteen or twenty was in hysterics, shooting at anything that moved. There was a bloody gash in his forehead, and he had a wild look in his eyes.

Lisa saw the revolver in his hand. Clearly, he was the one who had fired the shots. If she could calm him down and tend to his injury, maybe she could put him at ease while helping him put the gun down.

Deep down, she was to the point of panic and terror. But Lisa instinctively allowed her training to take over as she called out to him, “I can help you! I’m a trauma nurse! You’ve got a bad gash on your forehead! Let me treat it for you!”

The young man was far too hysterical to be reasoned with as he screamed in reply, “Lady, don’t you understand?? Don’t you get it?? It’s the rapture! Mom was right; and now she’s gone! Don’t you understand? We’re dead; we’re all dead!”

Lisa carefully put out the palms of her hands, trying to wave him to calm down. But she was still instinctively clutching her iPhone, having not let go of it in case it would fall to the pavement and become damaged. “We’re not gonna die. Just let me treat that injury for you, ok?”

She saw him lift the gun and point it in her direction. Surely he wouldn’t, would he?? There was no need; she wasn’t a threat to –

The gun fired twice. Lisa felt two bullets hit her in the chest. She couldn’t believe it!

She fell back against the side of her Honda and slumped down to the pavement. She collapsed into a sitting position, stunned he had actually shot her. The iPhone fell out of her hand onto the blacktop.

There were more screams. Lisa sensed a handful of people were trying to duck and cover. Then the civil alert siren went off, filling the air all over the city. Nearby, people panicked and started to scream and cry out all over again.

“Honey? I heard more shots! What’s going on??”

The iPhone lay on the pavement. It was just out of reach of her hand. But she could not muster the strength to stretch over and retrieve it.

The young man screamed in hopeless agony. “We all missed it! Mom tried to warn me, and I missed it! I missed it, and now I’m dead! We’re all dead!” And with that, he put the barrel of the gun up against his chin from underneath.

Despite what he’d done to her, Lisa didn’t want him to do that to himself. She tried to call out for him not to do it. But she couldn’t get any words out of her mouth. She was gurgling blood; one of her lungs had been punctured.

The gun fired one last time, blowing material out of the top of his skull. The young man collapsed onto the ground. There was nothing she could do for him now. At least he was out of his misery.

“Lisa? Honey, what happened?? I heard more gunshots! Speak to me!”

She tried again to open her mouth to speak. But she couldn’t form the words. Now she was coughing up blood. Even if she were lucky enough to receive immediate medical attention, Lisa instinctively knew she wasn’t going to make it.

“Honey?? Lisa, answer me! Honey, what happened??”

It was all so surreal. In the background, the civil alert siren was loudly blaring all over the city, causing the birds to continue to erratically fly all over the place. Lisa heard the screams of the horrified. She also heard the groans of the dying, including her own.

From her position against her Honda, she had a clear view into the grounds of Sunset Memorial Cemetery. The last thing she saw were the many holes in the ground. Many caskets had been pulled up out of the earth and were now strewn everywhere, devoid of their contents.

Lisa couldn’t make herself move. The iPhone was lying on the ground right beside her from where she’d dropped it. Her father was frantic now that she wasn’t answering. All she could think of was, ‘I’m sorry, dad. I can’t get there from here. Mom, you were right. I should have listened to you. Mom, you were right all along…………’

*****

Lisa McKowell opened her eyes. Her alarm was buzzing, loud and impatiently. She blinked as portions of the nightmare started to fade away.

She found herself breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell as she panted to catch her breath. When her eyes adjusted, she realized to her immense relief that she was in her bed back in her apartment.

She blinked her eyes to make sure it had all been a dream. Then she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her half-empty pack of cigarettes. She was trembling like mad as she reached for the lighter and lit one up.

The nicotine promptly hit her system. She was just starting to calm down when she thought of her mother. Oh, gawd!

She reached over and picked up her iPhone. Then she frantically punched in a number. What if…?

“Hello?”

“Mom?”

“Good morning, honey. What’s going on? Need a ride into work?”

“No, mom. The car’s fine. I’m fine, uh… everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure, honey? You don’t sound so good.”

“I just had… a bad dream is all.”

“Are you sure you’re all right? What was it about?”

What was it about indeed. Did she really want to tell her mother about it? What if the obsessed woman started preaching again??

“There was… a big accident, mom. There was… a big accident and… and I was going to help. And there was this guy who was… he was scared, and… and he was shooting at people.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Maybe you should transfer out of the trauma unit.”

“I’ve thought about it, mom. But they say I’m really good at it. It makes me feel important when I help seriously injured people.”

“Well, that’s something to be proud of, honey. You know I’m proud of you.”

“Uh, mom?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Are you still going to that End Times Prophecy Conference this weekend?”

“I sure am, honey. Are you sure you won’t tag along? I’ve asked your father, but he’s not the least bit interested.”

“I’ve, uh… I’m not sure. I’m kinda… I’m kinda thinking about it.”

“Oh, honey; that would be great if you could go with me!”

“They’re not going to talk about Jesus and that rapture stuff; are they?”

“I’m sure they are, honey. I just thought you might be interested in hearing about what’s going to happen to those who get left behind and why it’s so important to accept Jesus as your…”

“Not now, mom. I’m really not in the mood for another sermon this morning. I was just… I was just asking is all.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t mean to push you. It’s just that I don’t want you to miss out is all. Things are going to get really bad around here after the rapture. I really do think it’s imminent.”

“I know mom; you keep telling me. Look, I’ve got to take a shower, get dressed and get going; ok? Maybe I’ll talk to you about it later.”

She heard her father’s voice in the background calling out, “Don’t let her talk you into going to something you don’t want to attend, Lisa!”

“Oh, Harold. She can make up her own mind.”

It was time to cut the conversation short before her mother started in on another one of her sermons. “Mom, I’ve got to go. Love to you and dad.”

“Love you too, honey.”

Lisa disconnected the call. A moment later, she felt foolish for checking up on her mother. Of course she was still around! It had only been a dream.

Lisa McKowell checked for oncoming traffic before turning right onto Central Avenue in her Honda Civic. Once again, she was running late for work. Being distracted by her call to her mother had thrown off her routine.

Seeing the ball fields approaching off to her right made her think of Krispy Kreme. She hadn’t eaten anything before she left, and a donut and coffee sure sounded good right now. There was even a traffic light right there for her.

When she got there, the light caught her as it often did, making her stop. She was sorely tempted to turn off and go in to pick something up at the drive-thru. But she decided she was running late, and that she really didn’t have the time.

The traffic light finally released her. Lisa drove on by, looking at the donut shop with longing. Her mouth tingled at the missed opportunity of a fresh-baked donut and some coffee. Her stomach growled at her decision to keep going.

This morning Lisa was feeling uneasy and a bit on edge. She didn’t know why, and she was tempted to light up a cigarette.  But her mother would not ride with her if she smoked in her car.

Lisa got caught at another light, this one on twenty-fourth street west. She had to stop behind a white Ford Focus with what looked like an older lady behind the wheel. Lisa hoped the woman wouldn’t slow her down much, as she was already running behind schedule.

It was a longer light, making her wait impatiently. She cursed herself for not leaving her apartment sooner. If only she hadn’t called her mother and gotten into another discussion about that Jesus thing again.

Why had she called her in the first place? Oh yeah, it was about a bad dream she’d had. But she could hardly remember any of it now.

The light finally released her, and she drove through the intersection behind the Focus. That’s when a yellow van in the Taco Bell drive-thru on her right caught her eye. It had JESUS SAVES in big, emblazoned letters, with a cross illuminated by sunbeams.

Lisa stared at it for a moment or two as she drove on by. Something about it seemed awfully familiar. She found herself experiencing a sense of déjà vu as that uneasy feeling grew stronger.

Traffic was becoming heavier. The Focus in front of her was forced to settle in behind a dark blue sedan. Today, it seemed like everyone had chosen to go to work at the exact same time. If this kept up, she was definitely going to be late getting to the hospital.

Both the sedan and the woman in the Focus got caught at the next light. Lisa stopped behind them, experiencing that strange feeling of déjà vu again. But she dismissed it, as she’d driven this same stretch of road so many times before.

Strangely, her growing sense of unease was enough to make her squirm in her seat. Why was this particular drive into work bothering her so much? Was it because of the call earlier to her mother?

Prophecy conference? She didn’t want to go to no Prophecy conference! What the hell was she thinking??

Something made her want to change lanes so that she was no longer behind the old lady in the Focus. But a glance to her left revealed three cars beside her, making it impossible for her to switch lanes. Damn!

Lisa had just started to drum her fingers on the steering wheel when she caught herself. She stared at her hands, feeling that sense of déjà vu again. Why was this particular trip into work unsettling her so much?

She had a stronger than usual urge to light up a cigarette. But her mom could not handle the smell, nor could she deal with the lingering odor in her vehicle. It was a small thing she was trying to do for her mother, and it had taken months just to get rid of the stale smell. But today, she was seriously thinking about going back to smoking in her car.

The light finally released the sedan, allowing her and the Focus to move forward as well. A quick check revealed a string of vehicles in both lanes. A pickup pulling a trailer full of mowing equipment was now coming up alongside her.

Lisa looked over at the pickup… and then did a double take. This all felt so damned familiar! She was starting to get all creeped out, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

Lisa looked ahead at the light coming up at the next intersection. The cross street either took you to the right and down to the city golf course clubhouse, or it took you left to the cemetery. She could see some ducks in a pond over at the golf course near the street.

Lisa stared at the waterfowl before inhaling sharply. Now why did seeing all those ducks there make her feel so anxious? Why did all of this seem so damned familiar? What the hell was wrong with her??

She thought the light at the intersection was about to turn red. But she didn’t want to get hung up again. “Stay green,” she murmured as the sedan ahead of her started through.

Lisa inhaled sharply as the light went yellow just as the sedan was clearing the intersection. She had known that was going to happen! How had she known that??

What was the Focus going to do? Lisa prepared to hit the brakes. But the woman in front of her went right on through the yellow light.

Something deep inside screamed for her to hit the brakes and stop. But Lisa instinctively hit the gas to follow the Focus because she was running late. She rushed through the intersection just as the light turned red. The car behind her also speeded up and followed her through.

She anxiously glanced over at the cars waiting to cross through the intersection. She was hoping not to see a police cruiser waiting to pull out or hit its lights. Getting pulled over was the last thing she needed, as she was now going to be a few minutes late for work. But that’s not why she was breathing so heavily.

Lisa started to tremble as she stared at the ducks in the pond at the golf course. Then her heart started racing. A moment later, every duck suddenly started flapping its wings.

Lisa let out an anxious cry as she watched them burst up into the air, squawking like crazy. It was as though something had spooked them. But she didn’t see any nearby golfers, nor had she seen any errant balls splash into the pond to disturb them.

It wasn’t just the ducks. Birds of all shapes and sizes were launching up into the air from the trees, shrubs… everywhere! They were all putting up an unbelievable fuss. Lisa was sure she had seen all this before!

She put her eyes back on the road and saw other drivers looking around at all the birds taking flight. There was a lot confusion to the point where some vehicles were starting to swerve in their lanes a little. Then two squirrels dashed out onto the road.

Lisa let out another cry of alarm as they deliberately jumped into traffic. They looked like something had upset them, making them act as though they were trying to escape. But they seemed to have no idea which way they should go!

The pickup towing the mowing equipment had just cleared itself from beside her Honda when it nailed one. The Focus took out the other. Lisa felt bad for them both. But something was frightening her, and she now found herself struggling just to catch her breath.

Further down the street, Lisa saw a dog dash out into the road, only to get hit as car horns went off. She was frightened out of her wits as she then looked up into the Eastern sky. Something told her it was going to appear right about….

…now!

A sudden flash of brilliance lit up the sky. Lisa experienced a feeling of intense dread when she heard a booming voice. It was accompanied by what sounded like the blaring of some sort of horn.

Lisa instinctively turned toward her left. She knew – she knew! That’s when all hell broke loose over in Sunset Memorial Cemetery.

She shook her head gasping, “No – no – no!” as caskets began popping up out of the ground, forcing up the earth they were under. It was as though the ground was vomiting up some of its dead!

Coffins popped out of the dirt and tumbled everywhere, spilling their contents. Lisa got a quick look inside one long enough to observe no body inside. That’s when she screamed bloody murder.

It was obvious many drivers had also seen what was happening in the cemetery. Some were slowing down; others were swerving. She could heard screams and cries from the panicked.

Lisa thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest as she looked ahead at the white Focus directly in front of her. Again, it was as though she knew what was about to happen. She just shook her head as she muttered, “No – no – NO!” Then she saw the old lady appear to be pulled right up out of the driver’s seat into the air.

She screamed again in complete and utter horror as she saw what looked like more human figures going up into the air from the vehicles ahead of her in all four lanes. A big, white delivery truck coming from the opposite direction suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic. Lisa was sure she saw no driver behind the wheel.

The pickup with the mowing equipment had no time to react. It plowed right into it, along with the Focus. Lisa screamed as she instinctively jerked hard on the steering wheel.

There was a deafening sound of metal crashing against metal all around her as she skidded sideways. Cars swerved to avoid hitting each other. But in morning rush-hour traffic, it was a hopeless task. Lisa’s Honda Civic slid sideways into the trailer with the mowing equipment before getting hit from behind, shattering all the passenger side windows.

Lisa closed her eyes tight, praying she was dreaming. Another scream was torn out of her lungs at all the crashing sounds. That’s when the trauma nurse wondered if she was even going to survive the pile-up.

The sound of metal against metal finally died off as she came to a screeching halt with a grunt. For a moment, there was an eerie silence. That’s when Lisa realized she was not dead.

She heard cries and screams from all around her. Lisa opened her eyes and stared in shock. This part of Central Avenue was now filled with cars all twisted and smoking. It reminded her of news accounts of winter freeways filled with motorists having crashed into each other from snow or heavy fog.

Lisa took a quick inventory of herself. She had gone sideways, and had thus avoided crashing head on into the mowing equipment trailer. Bits of glass lay sprinkled inside her car from the shattered passenger-side windows. She was stunned, but otherwise, she seemed to be unhurt.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Lisa looked out and upwards through her now cracked windshield. The rising figures had all vanished, as had the brilliant display that had briefly appeared in the sky. But the birds were still squawking while haphazardly flying around.

Lisa turned to look over at the cemetery as she panted like crazy, struggling just to catch her breath. Caskets lay strewn everywhere. It was as though some giant kid had pulled a bunch of them out of the ground like toys, only to indiscriminately toss them helter-skelter.

A clear view into one casket revealed the empty contents. The material looked as though a corpse had been lying in there at one point in time. But the body was no longer there. Where the hell had it gone??

The first thing that came to mind was her mother’s preaching about Jesus and the rapture, and that she shouldn’t put off a decision much longer because the event was imminent. Lisa gasped in horror as she cried out, “Mom??” That’s when she frantically fumbled for her iPhone until she got it in her hand and anxiously punched in the number.

There were screams and cries all around her as the other end rang and rang. Lisa was shaking like crazy. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

Something was wrong. It was not supposed to take this long. Her mother usually responded right away.

A male voice finally answered. Lisa’s eyes flew open in alarm. This was supposed to be her mother’s number!

“Mom; is that you?”

Lisa??” It was her father. What was her father doing on her mother’s phone??

“Dad??”

“Your mother just disappeared right in front of me! She was bringing the coffee pot over while I was reading the paper. I heard the pot crash to the floor, so I looked up. Your mother is gone, Lisa! She was standing right there… and now she’s gone!”

Gone!?? No! It wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be!!

Lisa tried to compose herself. This time, it was a struggle. There was growing panic in her voice as she blurted out, “Dad, are you sure??”

“Honey, she’s gone! Your mother has vanished! She was right here… and now she’s vanished!”

Lisa thought she was going to throw up. Instinct and her training made her swallow it back down. But her mind kept telling her this just couldn’t be happening!

“Honey, are you all right?”

No, she was not all right! Lisa sure wasn’t going to tell him that though. She wanted to say something reassuring to her father. But she didn’t know what to say. Besides, she was still in shock.

She looked at all the vehicles around her before looking into the cemetery and its scattered coffins. Lisa felt herself start to go numb as another scream wanted to erupt out of her mouth. If she didn’t do something soon, she would end up becoming paralyzed with fear.

She made the only decision she could think of, one that would at least keep her busy and distracted for a while. “D-dad, I’ve got to go! There are p-people hurt here!” Then she tried the door, experiencing a brief sense of relief that it unlatched and came open.

“Honey?? You have to come home right now!” Her father sounded panic-stricken.

“D-dad, I can’t! Central Avenue is totally jammed up here! Nothing’s moving, and… and my car’s been damaged!”

She knew people around her were going to need help. Some were numbly getting out of their vehicles, many looking hurt and bleeding as they looked all around in absolute shock and horror. She had to try helping them; she had to do something!

“But honey, I need you here with me!”

Lisa swallowed hard as she pushed the door open. She was still trembling, but at least she was able to get out. And she was beginning to calm down a little, now that her training was starting to kick in.

“Dad, I have to go. People here are injured, and they need my help.”

“Honey, your father needs you! Please come home right away!”

“Dad, I’m going to administer first aid to as many people as I can until help arrives.” She could at least provide aid and comfort until an ambulance showed up.

Lisa took a quick look down Central Avenue and immediately realized there would be no ambulance. Nothing was getting through that mess of twisted metal. Did the entire city look like this?

For the moment, she was on her own. And there were so many around her who would be needing her help. Hopefully there were other doctors and nurses inside the crashed vehicles who might be able to assist her.

Her iPhone was still in her hand as she climbed out of her car. Her father sounded desperate; he was almost in hysterics. “No, honey! I need you to come home right now!”

Lisa surveyed the carnage. Then she told her iPhone, “Dad, I just can’t get there from here! This car isn’t going anywhere! Nothing’s moving here; it’s all jammed up!”

“Then start walking, honey! I need you here with me right now! Please; I’m so frightened! Your mother is… she’s gone, I tell you! Lisa, I need you!”

“Dad, you live clear across the city! Besides, I can’t leave! There are people here who need medical attention!”

“Please, honey!”

Had her mother been right all along? Had the rapture actually happened? She did not want to believe it. She COULDN’T believe it; she didn’t dare!

Lisa was more frightened than at any time in her entire life. The crazy situation she now found herself in was beyond anything she had ever witnessed before, despite her being a trauma nurse at the hospital. It felt overwhelming.

There were people here who were obviously injured. Many needed medical attention. As a nurse, she felt it her duty to assist in any way she could, even if her father was panicked and wanted her back home.

It would be a welcome distraction if she could start tending to the wounded around her. That way, she wouldn’t have to mentally process what had just happened. She needed a task to take her mind off things, or she would end up freaking out like many of the others nearby.

She briefly took it all in, wondering where to start first. Cars were strewn everywhere, some at odd angles and all banged up. Others were starting to smoke.

Most people looked to be in complete and utter shock. A few were in hysterics. It was as though they, too, knew exactly what had just happened.

Who needed medical attention the most? Gawd, she needed a cigarette!

Honey?”

“Dad, I really have to go.”

That’s when several shots suddenly rang out…

More screams were added to the ones currently going on in the background. Lisa felt her blood run cold as she turned to see two shocked females and an elderly gentleman go down. Then she located the origin of the shots.

Nearby, a young male was freaking out, screaming they were all doomed. He was waving a handgun in the air. Lisa stiffened in alarm…

No. Gawd; no! This couldn’t be happening!

“Honey, what was that? Were those gunshots I heard?” Her father was still on the other end on her iPhone.

Lisa began to tremble as her breathing problems returned. “D-dad? I h-have to go now.”

“Honey, don’t hang up!”

It was all so surreal. Open graves, missing people, and a massive car pileup on Central Avenue. Now a crazed young man of about nineteen or twenty was in hysterics, shooting at anything that moved. There was a bloody gash in his forehead, and he had a wild look in his eyes.

Lisa saw the revolver in his hand. Clearly, he was the one who had fired the shots. What if he decided to take a shot at her?? Would he do that? Lisa felt a sick feeling in the pit of her gut.

Clearly he was in hysterics. Could she calm him down and tend to his injury? Could she put him at ease while helping him to put the gun down?

Deep down, she was once again approaching the point of unbridled panic and terror. Everything inside her screamed for her to duck and take cover. But Lisa instinctively allowed her training to take over.

She called out to him, “I can help you! I’m a trauma nurse! You’ve got a bad gash on your forehead! Let me treat that for you!”

But the young man was far too hysterical to be reasoned with. He screamed, “Lady, don’t you understand?? Don’t you get it?? It’s the rapture! Mom was right; and now she’s gone! Don’t you understand? We’re dead; we’re all dead!”

Lisa carefully put out the palms of her hands, trying to wave him to calm down. But she was still instinctively clutching her iPhone, having not let go of it in case it would fall to the pavement and become damaged. “We’re not gonna die. Just let me treat that wound to your head, ok?”

She knew the moment she saw him lift the gun and point it in her direction. She knew he was going to shoot her. But there was no need! She wasn’t a threat to–

The gun fired twice. Lisa felt two bullets hit her in the chest. She couldn’t believe it!

She fell back against the side of her Honda and slumped down to the pavement. She collapsed into a sitting position, stunned he had actually shot her. The iPhone fell out of her hand onto the blacktop.

There were more screams. Lisa sensed a handful of people were trying to duck and cover. Then the civil alert siren went off, filling the air all over the city. Nearby, people panicked and started to scream and cry out all over again.

“Honey? I heard more shots! What’s going on??”

The iPhone lay on the pavement. It was just out of reach of her hand. But she could not muster the strength to stretch over and retrieve it.

The young man screamed in hopeless agony. “We all missed it! Mom tried to warn me, and I missed it! I missed it, and now I’m dead! We’re all dead!” And with that, he put the barrel of the gun up against his chin from underneath.

Despite him shooting her, Lisa didn’t want him to do that to himself. She tried to call out for him not to do it. But she couldn’t get any words out of her mouth. She was gurgling blood; one of her lungs had been punctured.

The gun fired one last time, blowing material out of the top of his skull. The young man collapsed onto the ground. There was nothing she could do for him now. At least he was out of his misery.

“Lisa? Honey, what happened?? I heard more gunshots! Speak to me!”

She tried again to open her mouth to speak. But she couldn’t form the words. Now she was coughing up blood. Even if she were lucky enough to receive immediate medical attention, Lisa instinctively knew she wasn’t going to make it.

“Honey?? Lisa, answer me! Honey, what happened??”

It was all so surreal. In the background, the civil alert siren was loudly blaring all over the city, causing the birds to continue to erratically fly all over the place. Lisa heard the screams of the horrified. She also heard the groans of the dying, including her own.

From her position against her Honda, she had a clear view into the grounds of Sunset Memorial Cemetery. The last thing she saw were the many holes in the ground. Many caskets had been pulled up out of the earth and were now strewn everywhere, devoid of their contents.

Lisa couldn’t make herself move. The iPhone was lying on the ground right beside her from where she’d dropped it. Her father was frantic now that she wasn’t answering. All she could think of was, ‘I’m sorry, dad. I can’t get there from here. Mom, you were right. I should have listened to you. Mom, you were right all along…………’

2024 (written Apr 18 ’24 by riwa)

Inspired by 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 New International version

16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.

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Wetsuit in the web 3.6 (19)

Note: An older, bonus Emma story to help get over the pain of Tax day.

“Untie me, you bitch!”

“You’re in no position to make demands, my pretty… not after I caught you sneaking in through the underwater tunnel in your scuba gear. Naturally I’ve confiscated all your equipment. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to give it back on after I’ve dealt with you.”

Uh – oh. That didn’t sound good.

“Dealt with me?? What are you going to do to me? You can’t hold me like this!”

“On the contrary. You’re the one who stuck her nose where it did not belong. Now you are caught… caught like a fly in my web. Would it surprise you to know how excited I am watching you squirm?”

“You’re sick; do you know that? You won’t get away with this!”

“Who’s going to stop me? No one knows you’re here, my pretty. I seriously doubt you told anyone you were planning on breaking into my operation in the dead of night.”

“They’ll come looking for me! Just you wait and see!”

“I don’t think so, hun. No one knows about your little stunt. So no one will be coming to save you.”

“You’d better let me go if you know what’s good for you!”

“Actually I have every intention of letting you go… just as soon as you’ve drowned down here in my chamber.”

“Drowned??” Emma gasped as a jolt of erotic tingles hit her hard. “What the fuck are you talking about??”

“Why, don’t you know? We’re below the river down here! I have valves that open and close, allowing river water to come pouring in. Don’t worry if the water feels cold. After all, you must have expected that, seeing as how you’re dressed for it in that wetsuit of yours… Ah, ha! I see by the look on your face that you’ve finally caught on to what’s going to happen down here.”

“What are you going to do… flood the place??”

“Not the whole place, my dear. Just this little chamber. There won’t be any ‘spider’s’ to come rescue you out of that web I’m afraid. You’ll drown… just like the ‘flies’ I flush down the sink.”

“You wouldn’t dare! You don’t have the balls!”

“Oh, I’ve done it before, hun… and on someone just as stubborn and defiant as you. She wasn’t quite so stubborn in the end though, not when the water began rushing into the chamber.”

“You bitch! You won’t get away with this!”

“But I already have once before. You should have seen her as the chamber started to flood, my pretty. She was still rather defiant up until the moment the water level reached her crotch. But it wasn’t until the water reached her chest that she changed her tune right quick. She started begging, my pretty… and she continued begging and pleading until the water rose up above her head. She was fighting the net the entire time, trying to escape the web… MY web, to be precise. Her struggles as she drowned were absolutely delightful.”

“Don’t do this to me! We can make a deal… come to some sort of arrangement!”

“Oh, we already have, hun. Our arrangement is for me to watch you suffer and drown. I’ll be watching the whole time as the chamber fills with water. I must admit to a certain perverse enjoyment watching pretty young things like you bubble away their last breath. But while I’m watching, you’ll have a small amount of time to think about what’s going to happen to you. It usually takes about 15 minutes. But those are certainly 15 precious minutes in the life of someone who is about to drown.”

Emma began to panic at the realization of the trouble she was in. “PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Once the water reaches your lips, you’ll naturally tip your head back. You’ll have another 30 seconds or so until it reaches your nostrils. Then you’ll be forced to hold your breath as the chamber continues to fill.”

“NO! PLEASE…!”

“I watched her hold her breath the entire time, hun. It usually takes a couple of minutes until their lungs give out. I make you out to be about a 90 second breath-holder. Am I right?”

“NO! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” Emma struggled in vain against the web she was caught in.

“As the seconds ticked by, the more panicked she became, hun. That’s when she really started thrashing about. Her cheeks were all puffed out as bubbles leaked out of her nose. But what really got to me was the sight of her chest spasming as her body fought against the urge to breathe. I suspect it will be the same with you.”

“NOOO! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!”

“Oh, no one can hear you down here, hun… no one but me. But go ahead and beg for your life if you wish. It will add to my enjoyment, I assure you. Watching nosey little women like you plead for their lives after breaking into my operation has a certain appeal to me. All right; I’m a sadist. So sue me. Oh that’s right; you can’t, because you’ll be dead soon… floating along the bottom of the river somewhere in your scuba gear as though you suffered a tragic accident.”

“YOU BITCH! YOU’LL GET CAUGHT! YOU’LL GO TO PRISON! DON’T DO THIS!”

“Oh, but I fully intend to ‘do this’, my pretty. I have every intention of watching you drown. So let’s get started, shall we? I have some errands to run and we need to get started. Besides, I plan on releasing your body into the river so you can float downstream as a sign to all nosey young things not to snoop around my operation. Of course it’s just as likely your body will never be found. But… oh well. I suppose that is the price you pay for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“NO! DON’T TURN THAT VALVE! YOU BITCH! NOOOOOOOO!”

“Enjoy yourself, hun. I know I certainly will…”

Her captor turned the valve. Then she climbed the metal stairway up out of the chamber. Dirty river water began pouring into the chamber.

Emma cried out as she struggled in the net. She fought against her bindings. But it did her no good. She was thoroughly secured.

She panted for breath as she looked all around. The chamber was sealed except for the metal stairway coming down into it. If she was to survive, she would have to get herself free and then use that very same stairwell.

Water began climbing her wet-suited legs. She cried out as she struggled in vain. Then she began hollering up at the ceiling, making demands and then making promises… if only she would be released.

She panted like crazy as the water reached her crotch. She struggled against the ropes to the web. But her arms were tightly splayed outward; she had been well-secured.

There was a little metal ladder behind her. But she couldn’t do anything about that either. She couldn’t even reach it! It hung tantalizingly close right behind her.

The minutes ticked by as the water level rose. It was cold and dirty. Emma felt a surge of panic, along with a shameful surge of sexual arousal at her predicament.

Bound and secured in rising water. If only this was some sort of harmless role-play. That way, she would certainly be less frightened. But there seemed to be no way out of this one. The woman she was dealing with had apparently seen to that.

The water began climbing her chest. Emma began to hyperventilate as she screamed for help. But no help was forthcoming.

Water swirled into the chamber as it steadily rose all around her. It reached her shoulders, causing her to struggle to catch her breath. The water was cold, but she was sexually aroused by her predicament.

“NO! PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE AND I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!” There was no response, save for the sound of water filling the chamber.

It climbed her neck until it lapped at her chin. Emma tilted her head back. Then she shuddered in orgasm as the water continued to rise.

She struggled against the ropes securing her. But they were much too strong. She could not break free, and she could not work them loose.

Water lapped near her mouth. She tipped her head back even more. Then she was forced to close her lips, frantically breathing through her nose.

Gawd, wasn’t this good enough?? The bitch had made her fucking point! She didn’t need to kill her?!

Emma breathed through her nose. Then the water covered her nostrils. She could not tip her head far enough, and she could not lift herself up in the netting.

The water level continued to rise. Dirty river water reached her eyes. She grunted as she cried out, her kitty hot in the damp moistness of her arousal inside her wetsuit.

The water continued to climb. It rose up over her head. Emma strained to listen for the sound of the chamber being drained. But there was no indication of anything other than incoming water.

Her cheeks began to bulge as she tried to swallow her air back down. She strained with all her might. But it wasn’t long before her tummy began to ripple.

Convulsions took hold in her chest. She began to hitch as her lungs threatened to give way. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose as she struggled to hold her breath.

How long had it been? Did it really matter if she made it past 90 seconds? She wasn’t getting out of this either way.

Her cheeks bulged until her breath exploded out of her mouth. She gulped reflexively, her lungs demanding to take another breath. That’s when she swallowed dirty river water. That’s also the point where she climaxed so very hard.

Water went down her windpipe into her lungs. She coughed and convulsed. Then she began hitching and gurgling as she inhaled more river water.

It hurt like hell; how could drowning be so painful?? She spasmed and convulsed, her body trying in vain to pull air into her lungs, air that was now a foot above her head. She gulped and coughed until she hitched less and less. Then her eyes glazed over as she shuddered her way into oblivion.
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Her empty scuba gear would eventually be returned to her drowned body. Then she was released into the river. But her body descended to the bottom and lodged in a submerged tree along a deep section of river. She was never heard from again.

2011; 2021 (written for “Emma” Oct 30 ’11; ed. Jul 18 ’21 by riwa)

(Inspired by a drawing by MIXNUTS club which I included for illustration purposes.)

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