Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 1 4.5 (38)

Posted on February 17, 2025 by riwa

I’ve been working in the Underwater Research Laboratory for over a year, trying to help Dr Crocker come up with a way to help prevent drowning deaths. The problem is: once someone drowns out in the field, it is difficult to revive them, much less keep them alive due to fluid in the respiratory system. For the time being, I’ve been assigned the task of coming up with something that will serve in a prevention capacity.

Experiments have been performed using a mist for the lungs to keep them from absorbing too much water into the respiratory system. Experiments have also been performed concerning the amount of oxygen in the water. That way, if someone does drown, there is enough oxygen absorption to prevent brain damage and death. The results so far show some promise.

I’ve spent some time working on a combination of the two in the hopes that when applied together, they could greatly reduce drowning deaths. Among other issues is the problem of CO2 dispersal, passing it through the liquid in the lungs and back out of the body before reaching dangerous levels. Using the experimental mist to activate the lungs to pass the CO2 back out through a liquid system has been proving to be a difficult task.

I’ve finally come up with something that might work. But it requires heavily oxygenated water, as well as a misting of the lungs.

The whole thing seems impractical from a cost basis. But Dr Crocker has told me to go ahead and see what I can come up with. He says it might not accomplish much in the short term. But any kind of success may lead to further research, as well as a future breakthrough.

I’ve experimented with several lab animals, with promising results. But I have yet to try it out on humans. I’m understandably hesitant, and so is Dr Crocker.

We’ve lost a couple of colleagues and test subjects in our experiments. Although they volunteered and knew the risks, it still weighs heavily on Dr Crocker’s mind.

You’d be surprised at the volunteers we’ve had though. Maybe it’s the fact that we pay them well. But I think some of them are in it simply for the thrill of being underwater, as well as the erotic fear of actually drowning. And when I say “erotic”, I mean that in the truest sense of the word.

You see, we have two females in particular who love taking part in any kind of drowning experiments we initiate. Fortunately, both have proven to be relatively easy to resuscitate thus far, although we always run them through the infirmary right away, keeping them there for a couple days for observation. No matter how often we drown them, they always come back for more.

I get the impression it has become something sexual for the two of them. The two women associate drowning with orgasms. Despite my concerns, they keep volunteering. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve developed a sexual relationship with each one of them, and I’m concerned it might affect my objectivity.

Dr Crocker has addressed my concerns. He says as long as my work remains professional and I take good care of them during my tests, he has no objections. He believes that being more emotionally involved with our volunteers means we take better care of them. Perhaps what we lose in objectivity, we gain by an increase in our safety precautions.

Jenna is the smaller of the two, all the way down to her 34B’s on her chest. The 29 year old is 5’3” and 105 lbs, with shoulder length, brown hair and brown eyes. Her heritage is an interesting mixture of Spanish, German and Irish, which clearly shows through in her soft facial features. She is a feisty young lady, up for almost anything. In addition, she is a totally submissive little bisexual.

Briana is from Germany. She’s 6 inches taller, about the same height as I. The 31 year old is 125 lbs, and is your typical blonde haired, blue-eyed Aryan.

She sports a pair of 34DD’s, and has an amazingly tight ass. Despite their differences the two women are good friends. I’ve learned they’ve also become passionate lovers.

For some reason, they’ve taken a shine to me. They can see how careful I am with them. So they know they can trust me.

I have a tendency to drown them more often than anyone else in the laboratory. Despite my concerns that one day they might not survive an experiment despite my best efforts, they keep coming back for more.

I suppose it’s my own fault. I like my subjects to be as comfortable as possible, although drowning is anything but. I like to calm my volunteers.

I’ve found that when I use sexual methods, it often distracts them. But I think it has skewed my results. I suspect some of my work has been tainted by the sexuality of some of my experiments.

It has definitely affected Jenna and Briana in ways I hadn’t calculated. For one thing, they keep coming back for more, begging me to drown them over and over again. I’ve tried to discourage them; even tried to warn them there is still a significant risk. But I fear their love of drowning and orgasms has blunted their fear of death.

I’ve told them both that it’s possible someday their bodies simply won’t be able to handle the continued violation of water in the lungs despite my efforts at perfecting the mist. But I think they’ve both come too far now. Both have told me at one time or another that it would be an incredible way to go if they were to drown and couldn’t be revived. I guess once the genie is out of the bottle, it’s impossible to put him back inside.

I remember the first time I drowned Jenna. I used the specially built Coffin tank on her. The glass walls are only two feet high, and it has soft straps in the bottom to secure the arms, legs and neck.

It’s wide enough for the volunteer to spread her legs a little. And it has no top, so as to discourage any kind of claustrophobic feelings. So it probably feels a little deceptive in its purpose.

I told her I wanted to run two simultaneous tests on her. First, I told her I wanted to see how long I could build up her breath-holding abilities. Then I said I wanted to study the drowning process. She was understandably nervous, but she told me she was willing to participate.

I told her she could wear anything she felt comfortable in. But she wanted to be nude. So she stripped out of her clothes and put them in a neat little pile. Jenna is quite the exhibitionist. I think it excites her to be naked in front of me, because her little nipples get hard and pointed.

After I strapped her down into the tank, I offered her a nose clip. But she turned me down. She said if she was going to drown for me, she was going to have to get used to having water up her nose.

I told her I was going to keep her underwater for 30 seconds to start with. Then I opened the valve. Lukewarm water quickly filled the Coffin tank from the bottom up. She filled her lungs with air, causing her cheeks to bulge. Water flowed up over her body all the way to within about 4 inches from the top.

As I kept track of, and recorded, her responses, she released a few bubbles out of her mouth and nose. I saw her wince, as it must have stung a little. But pretty soon, she adapted to it.

She actually smiled up at me as if to indicate it was no sweat at all. After 30 seconds I drained the tank. Then I matched her time underwater with a 30 second break.

During that pause, I told her I was quite impressed with how well she had done. She told me she swam all the time. She said she usually had no trouble making it to 90 seconds underwater whenever she was messing around holding her breath.

I told her that was a good time, but that we would probably shoot for 2 minutes before we were done. She gave me a brief look of concern as though 2 minutes might be too much for her to handle. Then she told me she would do her best.

After her allotted 30 seconds were up, I opened the valve and started filling the tank again. She rapidly filled her lungs moments before the water flowed over her face. I watched her closely.

I could actually see her start to strain a little as her time underwater approached 1 minute. But for the most part, she just smiled up at me. She deliberately shook her chest, flirting with me by trying to emphasize her tits. Air dribbled out of her nose, and I think she deliberately blew bubbles up at me.

I drained the tank, and as the water level dropped below her face, she gasped for breath. I congratulated her on how well she had done. She beamed at me with a look of self-assurance.

“This is easier than I thought,” she told me proudly. “This is also more fun than I imagined it would be. I think you’re going to have to keep me underwater longer than 2 minutes to drown me.”

I admired her spunk as I watched her get her breath back. But I couldn’t help wondering how confident she would be the moment her lungs gave out and she started to drown. “Now this one will be 1:30,” I told her in warning. “I hope you’re ready.”

“Piece of cake!” she responded proudly.

I started flooding the tank again. She took a deep breath before water flowed over her face. As soon as she was submerged, she started shaking her tits back and forth a little.

She blew little bubbles of air out of her mouth. I warned her not to use up her air. She just licked her lips as she looked up at me with an innocent smile.

When she passed a minute, I saw she had to work a little harder to hold her breath. I saw her chest start to heave gently. As her breasts wobbled back and forth, her nipples hard and pointed, her tummy started to convulse a little.

I heard a few grunts as she tried to hold it. I could see the fear starting to manifest in her eyes. She was starting to spurt air out of her mouth in bursts when the tank drained at the 1:30 mark.

The fear in her eyes lessened considerably as she gasped for breath. “Wow; that was kind of hard!” she told me. Then she looked at me as though studying the look on my face.

“Does this excite you?” she asked curiously. “I know its research and all. But the look in your face is… well… does this excite you?”

I admitted that it did. That’s when she got this mischievous little smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled as though she had a new purpose for engaging in this test.

This time she was given 90 seconds to get her breath back before I started filling the tank again. When she heard me turn the valve, she gasped for breath. I saw her chest rise and fall as she filled her lungs.

“Remember,” I reminded her. “This will be 2 full minutes. So you’d better hold it as long as you can.”

Water flowed over her face until bubbles dribbled out of her nose. The water level rose until it totally covered her. It rose rapidly until I shut it off, leaving her about a foot or so below the surface.

As I looked down at Jenna, I realized how aroused I’d become by looking down at her naked body. She looked rather sexy lying there, secured to the floor of the tank by those straps around her arms, legs and neck. She was utterly helpless, and at my command.

At that moment, it occurred to me I could do anything I wanted to her. It also occurred to me she might not make it to 2 minutes unless I found some other way of distracting her. And since she was being flirtatious as hell, I figured I might as well respond.

At the 1 minute mark, I stuck my hand into the water and started gently rubbing her breasts. Jenna’s eyes opened in astonishment at my touch. Her hardened nipples seemed to stiffen even more.

She closed her eyes, moaning softly and burbling up at me as though enjoying what I was doing to her. She even wriggled around a little. Jenna groaned softly as more bubbles trickled out of her nose.

At around the 1:30 mark, I saw her tummy start to heave a little. That’s when I slid my hand down to her crotch. I began rubbing gently over her cleanly-shaved pussy.

Jenna groaned as more nose bubbles reached the surface. Then she began thrusting up against my hand. Her pussy was slick with arousal, and I wondered if it was due to more than just my touch.

Her labia were fully engorged as I rubbed my fingers back and forth between them. I carefully rubbed my thumb over the hood of her clit. That really made her moan, and she lifted up her torso as though begging for more.

I noticed when her lungs started to heave. But her time was almost done. Her head twisted from side to side as she bubbled her air away.

The more I rubbed my fingers over her pussy opening, the more she tried to thrust herself against my hand, moaning impatiently. Then her time was up. The tank automatically began to drain again until her face was totally exposed.

“You made two minutes,” I told her with a smile as she gasped for breath. But a part of me wondered if my results were skewed by the fact that I’d “distracted” her.

“I did, didn’t I!” she panted rather proudly. Then her eyes flashed mischievously at me.

She giggled, “I had some help though, you pervert. Gawd; you were making me squirm! At the end there, I started to get a little dizzy.”

“Now it gets harder,” I told her as I checked the settings and reset the valve to the tank. “You should know, I plan on keeping you down the full 2:30.”

“I’ve never made 2:30 before,” she gasped uncertainly. “What if I don’t make it?”

“Then you’ll drown,” I told her simply. I don’t know why my cock quivered at the thought.

Yes, I do…

“If I make 2:30, you won’t drown me then?” she asked nervously.

“Of course I’m going to drown you.” I couldn’t help smiling when I said it, and I felt my cock quiver again. “You ARE going to drown today, honey. That’s what this experiment is all about.”

“Gawd!”

In the tank, Jenna gasped anxiously for breath. I couldn’t quite tell if it was out of fear or excitement.

I told her, “If you don’t want to drown, you should just hold your breath for 2:30. That’s the next time to shoot for.” In response my volunteer started gasping for breath, slowly filling her lungs and then exhaling.

I don’t know if I felt the need to explain, or whether it was a bit of a sadistic streak in me. I looked down in the tank at her as I said, “I suppose you should know that if you start to drown before the time is up, then reaching 2:30 won’t save you. Once you start to drown, you’ll be kept underwater until your body has stopped struggling. Then I’ll drain the tank and bring you back. You should only be out about 20 or 30 seconds at most. Do you understand?”

“Gawd!” she gasped again, her eyes wide. Then she nodded while quietly murmuring, “Ok.”

After her 2 minute break, the tank started filling again. She quickly filled her lungs moments before water flowed over her face. Then she was under again, the flowing water causing her hair to swirl around her head like it had previously. For the next 2:30, she would be stuck underwater while being forced to hold her breath.

Almost immediately, her drowning concerns seemed to disappear, because she started winking at me. She even tried to wriggle around as though wanting to show off her tits to me. Once again, she blew sexy little bubbles up at me. I suspected she was trying to turn me on even more. So I decided it was time to get back at her.

I had instructions to study a drowning subject in the cause of finding some way to help future victims. But I had no real directives as to how to go about it. It was pretty much left to my discretion.

I was allowed to do whatever I deemed necessary or reasonable, providing it didn’t further harm the subject. With Jenna being such a flirt, I decided it was time to strike back.

Making sure she was all right, I smiled at her before stepping away from the tank. She tried to see where I went, her brow furrowing in confusion. I was gone long enough to retrieve something from a nearby cabinet.

When I got back, I showed it to her. Jenna’s eyes opened wide as I showed her the slender pink vibrator in my hand.

Turning it on, I knelt down next to the tank. Then I proceeded to gently brush it back and forth over her nipples. Her response was almost immediate…

Her eyes got big as saucers, and her little nipples hardened right up. Then her eyes closed tightly. It was as though she was trying to shut it out of her mind.

Her body writhed around in the tank as she began to moan. Either she would make 2:30, or she would blow her air away. Either way, it would give me something worth taking notes on.

Her naked, writhing body got me hard pretty quick as I rubbed the vibe back and forth over her nipples. At around the 1:20 mark, I moved it down, tracing a line down her tummy to her protruding clit. When I lightly brushed it over the top of her nub, she groaned and bubbled as her torso thrust upwards.

Jenna really started to wriggle and thrust as erotic bubbles dribbled out of her mouth and nose. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest start to heave. Her tummy rippled as her lungs protested.

I took the vibe and slowly worked it back and forth between her engorged labia. Her torso instantly rose up as though she wanted the buzzing thing deep inside her. Jenna moaned as though in agony, writhing around as though she was being tickled or something.

I could hear the quiet buzzing of the vibe as I brushed it over the opening to her pussy. She thrust against it in frustration, groaning helplessly. Her lips clenched as air spurted out in little bursts, her breasts shaking with each new spasm.

I chuckled sadistically as I slid the vibrator against her opening, pushing the tip of it inside. The poor thing cried out, and she humped against it as though she was desperately trying to fuck the damn thing. She strained against the straps holding her down, losing more air in spurts and bursts as her body writhed.

I was surprised to hear the drain open and the tank start to empty, especially since I hadn’t paid that close attention to the time. Jenna groaned as she continued to hump against the vibe in my hand. But when I took it away, she cried out in frustration.

The water level fell below her face. She gasped madly for breath. “Bastard!” she sputtered. “Fuck; that was intense! I nearly came, damn you! Why’d you pull it away?”

“Because you made it to 2:30, honey,” I told her matter-of-factly as I smiled innocently.

She didn’t seem to care how long she’d been under. “But I wanted to CUM!” she protested. “I was holding my breath; and I was starting to get dizzy; and it was feeling incredible; and I was getting so close; and…”

She looked at me as though putting two and two together. Then she stated, “You wanted to drown me as I came, don’t you!” Her eyes were wide from a mixture of alarm and intense arousal.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” I admitted… although to be truthful, I hadn’t considered that. But occurred to me I would probably get some interesting observations if she drowned in the midst of a full-blown orgasm.

“Perhaps that would be too much,” I told her with a wink as I glanced at the time, seeing how much longer she had to get her breath back. “Maybe we should just go back to a simple breath-hold.”

“Make me cum!” she blurted out. “I want to cum underwater! Gawd; that felt so intense for a minute there! Make me cum; please?”

“Actually, I’m not concerned so much about you cumming as I am about you drowning.”

“But I wanna CUM!” she gasped.

“Better get ready,” I warned. “That last one was 2:30. This next one will be 3 minutes.”

“Let me cum!” she begged.

“If you cum, then you’ll probably drown.”

“I don’t care! I just want to cum underwater! Drown me if you have to; just let me cum!”

I considered it for a moment. Then I told her, “If you cum, then I’m going to keep you under until you drown… whether you reach 3 minutes or not.”

She only hesitated a moment… “Then drown me, damn you! Just let me cum!”

“If that’s the way you want it, sweetheart,” I told her with a wicked grin. “Better get your breath back, honey. This is going to be a really long one.”

Jenna started taking long, deep breaths in preparation for her time underwater. But I couldn’t help noticing that she seemed to be trembling with excitement. I examined the vibe in my hand, and I smiled sinisterly at her.

“Don’t you DARE tease me!” she gasped. Then at 2:30, the valve opened and the tank started filling with water.

“It’s MY experiment,” I told her with a wicked grin. “I’ll run it the way I see fit.”

She had no time for a response, as the flowing water climbed higher. She took a deep breath moments before it would have been too late. Then she was underwater.

The tank finished filling. Jenna closed her eyes and settled in for a long one. I could tell she was terribly aroused by how erect her nipples had become. I also thought I saw a little streamer of her arousal leaking out of her pussy. If she was afraid of drowning, she certainly wasn’t showing it.

For the first minute or so, I allowed her to stew underwater, making her think I wasn’t even going to touch her. I could tell by how stiff she seemed that she was waiting anxiously for me to get started. I couldn’t help smiling in spite of myself, being thankful for some of the odd, yet enjoyable, perks this job has for me.

I think she heard me when I turned the vibe back on. There was the faintest hint of movement as though she had jerked or something. Then I brought the vibe in and brushed it gently over her painfully erect nipples.

She moaned and writhed a little as blips of air dribbled out of her nose. I watched her for a greater reaction as I slowly traced a line down below with the vibe. She bubbled as her body quivered.

I brought it down her tummy until I ran it over the top of her clit. She tensed and groaned again, keeping her eyes closed tightly. It was as though she was afraid I might stop if she opened them.

She began to writhe and squirm, but still she kept her eyes closed. It was almost as though she was pushing this one, wanting to hold her breath for as long as was humanly possible. I ran the buzzing vibrator between her pussy lips, and she wriggled around as she humped against it, groaning intensely.

It wasn’t long until her chest started to heave. I saw little stomach convulsions as her need to breathe increased. She began to hump against the vibe in my hand a little harder.

I wriggled it around until it was buzzing her opening. Then I slipped it deep inside her. That’s when I started a gentle thrusting.

Jenna’s eyes snapped open. She started to grunt and bubble in earnest as she tried to grind against the buzzing vibe in her pussy. Air dribbled out of her nose as her lips clenched.

Her grunts and whimpers increased in intensity. As she passed 2:40, she really began humping against the buzzing vibe thrusting inside her. Her breasts shook as her chest heaved.

Her stomach convulsed in what looked like painful spasms. Jenna winced as air spurted out past her clenched lips. Her hips came up like she was fucking that buzzing vibe.

Her back arched as her hands flexed. As she passed 3:00, I really started thrusting it inside her. After all, I was certain she was never going to make 3:30.

All of the sudden Jenna stiffened as though she’d been hit with a jolt of electricity. Then I heard an underwater scream as air erupted out of her mouth. Her body bucked and shook as her arms and legs writhed in their straps, her feet cocking and curling as her hands flexed wildly.

For a second, I thought she was going to choke herself out with that strap around her neck. Then she gurgled as she reflexively inhaled. That’s when her eyes snapped open in horror.

Almost immediately, she began bucking against the straps as air gushed out of her mouth. She tried to scream again. But all that came out was a series of grunts.

Her mouth kept opening and closing like she was gulping down water. Her hair swirled wildly around her head. It was the most incredible thing I have ever seen.

My cock was hard as I witnessed the whole thing. I watched intently so I could jot down every observation. Then I saw a sudden discharge of fluid out of her pussy, although it didn’t look like urine.

Jenna suddenly settled onto the floor of the tank as though she’d lost the will to struggle any more. She stared up in shock and awe, her mouth open from her futile attempts to pull air into her lungs. Her brown hair swirled around her head until it started to settle.

Several tiny bubbles slipped out past her parted lips as her body twitched a couple of times. That’s when I drained the tank at 3:27. When it was empty, I started the resuscitation process.

Jenna came around in less than 20 seconds. She had this dazed look on her face as though she’d been drugged or was confused or something. That’s when I picked her up, carried her over to a gurney and then rolled her down to the infirmary…

—

I went to check on her a couple of hours later. When I saw her, she said she was fine. She also said she’d never had an orgasm as powerful as the one she’d experienced in the tank. She said she faintly recalled having a second one, but between that and sucking air into her lungs, she had been battered into unconsciousness.

I thanked her for her participation, telling her I was glad she was all right. “Oh, NO!” she gasped excitedly. “Thank YOU! I’m ready to do another one!”

“Didn’t it hurt?” I asked incredulously.

“Hurt like hell,” she responded. “But FUCK; what a rush! When are we gonna do the next one?” I told her I’d get back to her on that.

Once again, I thanked her for her participation. Then I took my leave. But I had to shake my head in amazement as I walked down the hallway.

It was simply unbelievable what some people were willing to put themselves through just to experience a rather powerful orgasm…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Mar 6 ’10; ed. Jul 3 ‘22 by riwa)

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The garden party 4.2 (38)

Posted on February 10, 2025 by riwa

“A garden party?” Magalie asked her husband Tony in surprise. “You want us to host a garden party? Is that why you’re building this gazebo? I didn’t know you were even capable of building a birdhouse, much less a gazebo!” Then she snorted as she added, “You really think it will be ready by Saturday?”

“You’ll find I’m full of surprises,” he replied in a huff as he hammered in another nail.

She examined how it was shaping up. She grudgingly had to admire his handiwork. Then she shook her head.

“You astonish me,” she chuckled. “It’s looking pretty good thus far. But did you really have to dig a barbecue pit in our backyard?”

“It’s for the party,” he told her curtly. “I was planning on having a lot of people over, and I wanted to roast a pig. Damnit, do you have to question everything I do in my own backyard?”

“A pig?” she retorted dubiously. “Do you even know how to roast one? Where the hell are you going to find a pig to roast?”

“Don’t worry; I’ve got something in mind,” he replied as he hammered in another nail.

She got the impression he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Fine. I’ll be in the house if you need anything.”

“Get me a beer?”

She eyed him for a long moment, toying with the idea of telling him to get it himself. Then she saw his progress on the gazebo and thought better of it. Maybe he deserved a little kindness.

“I’ll be back with your beer,” she responded as she headed for the house…

—

Amazingly, the gazebo was ready by the weekend. But what Magalie didn’t like was all the work she had to put into the meal. She had to fix a couple of really large salads. She also had to go to the store for chips and booze.

By Friday night she was exhausted. Needless to say, that night there was no sex between her and her husband. That wasn’t all that unusual as there hadn’t been any between them for quite some time.

Saturday morning Tony was up bright and early preparing his barbecue pit. He’d obtained a couple of metal posts topping off in the shape of a large Y. He drove them into the ground on either end of the pit.

He placed a long, metal pole between the posts. It fit perfectly. Magalie didn’t understand any of the working parts to the contraption. She just hoped Tony knew what he was doing. He certainly was putting in an awful lot of work on the project.

What was really strange was the way he’d designed the gazebo. Apparently he’d tried to make it into some sort of fountain. But he’d obviously mucked that up.

There was a bunch of rope attached to several five gallon buckets. The purpose and design was totally unclear to her. She just shrugged her shoulders while muttering, “It figures!” From that moment on, she referred to the crazy contraption as “Tony’s Folly”.

The guests soon began to arrive. Magalie dutifully played hostess. Tony disappeared for a while, apparently off to buy more party decorations.

She liked having the guests all to herself. She loved taking them out back and showing them “Tony’s Folly”. It was a great way to humiliate him without his presence.

She snorted in derision as she pointed it out to one and all. She told them the gazebo had turned out well. But her husband had gotten things totally out of whack with his so-called fountain.

She made sure to point out the barbecue pit, posts and metal pole. She told everyone she had no idea when Tony was going to arrive with the pig. But for some reason, she got several strange looks from some of her guests, as though they knew something she didn’t.

She thought it rather odd. But she decided not to make a big deal out of it. Besides, they were all Tony’s friends, people whom she was not very impressed with anyway.

She hoped the barbecue would not last all day long. She didn’t want all these people hanging around. Some of them were beginning to give her the creeps.

She made sure the drinks flowed freely. Tony had demanded that of her. He wanted her to make sure his friends never got thirsty.

She thought it was a rather expensive outlay of funds for all that booze. He certainly was spending an awful lot of dough for the afternoon. She didn’t think a dumb, garden party deserved this much effort, not when she could have used those funds to go shopping.

Things soured considerably once Tony arrived. For one thing, he’d brought home a blonde she hated. It was as though he was deliberately flaunting her in front of his wife.

Magalie scowled contemptuously at him while giving the bimbo the stink-eye. Tony acted like he didn’t even notice as he escorted the blonde to the backyard. Magalie followed along, her anger smoldering.

When Tony reached the patio, he got the attention of everyone in attendance. He thanked them all for coming. Then he told them he hoped they would enjoy the day.

Magalie couldn’t help snorting aloud. These people certainly weren’t going to have a very good meal. Her husband had yet to produce this so-called pig he was going to roast.

Tony turned and gave his wife a funny look. Then he turned toward his pride and joy: the gazebo. “Everyone, gather around!” he announced, waving them closer.

Magalie glared angrily as the blonde cozied up to her husband, infuriating her even more. Then her husband began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to break this baby in!”

She looked in the direction he was pointing. That’s when she jerked with a start. A noose was dangling from the eyehook up in the ceiling where one hadn’t been before. Now where the hell had THAT come from?

Strangely, it was attached to 5 equal lengths of rope that spread out from the top of the gazebo as they dangled from more eyehooks. Each length of rope attached to the noose went down to those white, five gallon buckets that now dangled a couple feet off the ground. Magalie shook her head, wondering how the hell she’d missed her husband putting that noose up. Maybe one of his friends had done it while she wasn’t looking.

“And now for the fun,” Tony waved grandly, motioning for his wife to come forward. “Honey, would you please come forward?” The blonde on his arm smiled as though she was in on some sort of secret.

“What do you want with me now?” she responded sourly. By now she’d become totally pissed off at the way he was being so affectionate with the blonde bimbo.

A couple of Tony’s friends came up behind her. They grabbed her with strong hands. Then they began working her toward Tony and the gazebo.

“Hey, what gives?” she blustered in annoyance. “Would you stop… HEY! What are you doing?? You can’t take my clothes off like that?? Tony, what the hell is going on??”

She tried to put up a fight, indignant at her shabby treatment and the rough removal of her attire. But she was a rather chubby female and not very athletic, weighing in at approximately 200 pounds.

Within moments she was totally naked. Her arms were quickly secured behind her back. That’s when she started hollering, “WHAT THE HELL–WHAT THE HELL??”

Tony smiled sinisterly as he walked up to her. Then he chuckled, “Guess what, you fucking cow? The joke’s on you. I built this for you” and he motioned at the gazebo she was being forced into.

“For me??” she sputtered in alarm, her heart starting to beat fast.

She tried to remain her composure despite being naked in front of everyone. Then she became defiant. “I should’ve known! This isn’t a gazebo! It isn’t even a decent fountain, asshole! Leave it to you to fuck up building something as simple as a gawd-damn gazebo!”

He calmly chuckled, “Oh, I didn’t fuck it up, lard-ass! This is more than just a gazebo with a fountain. It’s your gallows, bitch!” And with that he brought the noose down to eye-level, framing her face.

At first she was dubious. Then he told her, “We’re going to start our garden party with a nice, slow hanging. And when the hanging is over? Guess who’s going to end up roasting for our barbecue?”

Magalie was horrified. Surely this was nothing more than a sick joke. But she shuddered and started gasping for breath as he pulled the noose down over her head.

“Tony, WAIT! You can’t be serious! This is a joke, right? Honey, don’t DO this to me! I LOVE you!”

The blonde on his arm chuckled as she eyed her with disdain. Then she snorted, “He loves ME, you ignorant cow! He set all this up for me as a part of our engagement party. The first thing we’re going to do is hang your fat ass. Then we’re going to roast you!”

Her words earned her a loud cheer from the guests. But they gave Magalie the shivers. A quick glance around indicated there wasn’t a single, sympathetic soul on the property.

“Tony; NO!” He ignored her as he snugged the noose tight around her neck.

She still held onto the faintest hope this might be some elaborate joke. It sure as hell wasn’t the least bit funny! Besides, she had no idea how they were going to hang her as there was nothing to lift her up, and she was standing on solid ground.

“It’s time to set up my ‘hanging fountain’,” Tony said aloud.

He moved to each of the five fountain streams, changing the direction of each flow. That’s when the redirected water began to stream into the five dangling white buckets. A few seconds later Magalie knew exactly how she was going to hang.

The five ropes stretched tightly to the one attached to her noose. Any slack was quickly removed. “Ohmygawd!” she gasped in horror. “Tony; NOO! You can’t DO this to me!”

He chuckled, “Relax, honey. Maybe you’ll enjoy this. I know I’m going to. And so are our guests.”

“Bastard!” she cried out, on the verge of hysteria. “Let me go!”

She looked around at their guests. There wasn’t a merciful expression in the bunch. They all appeared to be excited at the prospects of watching her hang. Were they actually going to spit-roast her dead body??

The blonde gleefully spat out, “You’re dead, you fucking cow! Now you’re gonna hang! And then you’re gonna roast!” That’s when she took a swing at Magalie, laughing as she smacked the frightened woman’s tits with her bare hand.

Magalie yelped before crying out, “Tony; PLEASE! Don’t DO this to me!”

She gasped in alarm as the coil slowly tightened around her neck. The water being added to the buckets was now adding to the strain. “Tony?? Help me! The noose is getting TIGHTER!”

Magalie could feel the tension around her neck getting worse. It was starting to choke off her airway. She tried to shuffle around, but that only made things worse.

Anytime she moved, it set the white, plastic buckets to swaying as they each continued to fill. It wasn’t long until she was instinctively trying to rise up on the balls of her feet to ease the strain around her neck. Her nipples protruded from the horror she was experiencing as her pussy dripped from a terrifying arousal.

“How about it, bitch?” the blonde snickered at her. “Got anything to say to me now?”

There was nothing but an asphyxiated gasp in response. So she gleefully slapped Magalie’s tits hard. She enjoyed seeing them redden from the blows.

Magalie gasped and gurgled from slow asphyxiation. The strain on her neck was getting worse. How long before she couldn’t breathe? Would she eventually be lifted up into the air?

“How about your cunt, cunt?” the sadistic blonde laughed. “Is this turning you on?” Then she cruelly stuck a couple of fingers inside Magalie’s dripping slit.

“Hey, Tony!” she proclaimed. “Old lard-ass here is wet as hell!”

She stuck the fingers into her own mouth, tasting them. She moaned at the flavor. Then her eyes flashed as she considered a wicked idea.

“Hey, Tony? You know what? You should let all the guys give ol’ lard-ass here a good fuck before we put her on to cook! Besides, it’ll be the last time she ever gets to enjoy another cock. What do you say?”

Magalie was horrified. The last thing she wanted was to be treated like that. But she was helpless as she rasped and gurgled, shuffling around on the balls of her feet as the buckets continued to fill, putting increased tension on the rope around her throat.

“What do you say, Tony?” one of his gruff looking friends asked. “She’s certainly not going to tell anyone about this, certainly not after we roast her!” Laughter followed his comments, leaving poor Magalie humiliated as she stood naked and half-strangled!

“Fine by me!” Tony agreed, causing the blonde on his arm to grin sadistically.

The gruff looking guy walked up to the noosed woman and pulled down his jeans, revealing a long, thick erection. Magalie couldn’t believe it! He moved closer, lifted her up a little, and then shoved it right in to her dripping slit.

She jerked and gawked as he thrust in hard. By now her face was starting to redden from her asphyxia. Unfortunately, his lifting her up for better penetration did nothing to ease the tension around her throat.

He ruthlessly pounded her as those standing around cheered him on. Magalie’s pussy involuntarily clenched in response to her strangulation. She could not keep from clamping tightly around his thick cock as though eager to be fucked.

“Damn!” he gasped aloud. “You should feel her cunt twitching! She’s milking me like she really wants it! The fucking whore!” That got another round of laughter.

Magalie shuddered and gurgled, struggling to take in a decent breath of air. She was brutally violated in front of all Tony’s friends. Then that bitch of a blonde loudly suggested she should take two cocks at once, being as how her ass was available. That got another chorus of cheers.

Magalie shuddered in horror as another of Tony’s friends pulled down his jeans. It revealed another thick cock that was hard as a rock. She did not want that penetrating her ass, but there was nothing she could do.

He walked up behind her and forced the tip of his cock against her anal ring. Then he rammed it home. Magalie let out a garbled cry, her eyes flying open in pain as she was fucked front and back. A moment later she experienced a shameful orgasm.

“Hey, did she just cum?” one of Tony’s friends observed. Magalie’s face flushed red with humiliation. But her asphyxiation camouflaged her embarrassment.

“The fucking whore!” the blonde cackled. “I should’ve known!” Then she checked the progress of the fountain.

“Bucket’s are filling fast, Tony. We don’t want her dying too soon; do we? After all, she’s got a lot of cocks to service before she finishes hanging; right?”

Tony dutifully went around his fountain. He redirected the five streams of water out of the plastic containers. It left the five gallon buckets partially filled as they dangled in mid-air.

Magalie almost wished he would’ve left them alone. She was exquisitely strangled. There was just enough tension on the five ropes to the noose that she could barely breathe.

She was getting just enough air to live. It was just enough air to experience the cocks brutally penetrating her cunt and ass one by one. She choked and rasped, gawking each time another cock rammed its way home into one of her holes.

Tony’s male guests each took a turn fucking Magalie’s asphyxiated body. They forced several more embarrassing orgasms out of her. The moments of pleasure weren’t nearly enough to overcome the agonies of breathlessness.

After the men were done, several of the females came forward to have a turn at abusing her. They enjoyed slapping her tits and fisting her holes. The blonde went last and was especially cruel, wriggling her fingers into Magalie’s cum-filled cunt and then shoving them into the poor woman’s mouth for a taste.

The last thing she did was brutally fist the poor thing’s ass before wiping the cummy residue on Magalie’s lips. “Taste your cum-filled asshole, bitch!” the blonde proclaimed, grinning lewdly at the severely strangled woman. Then she turned toward their host.

“Hey Tony! Isn’t it time to finish her off? I’m getting hungry! Let’s finish hanging old lard-ass! I want to see her fat ass strung up and dancing!”

She got cheers and cries of agreement from everyone around her. Tony dutifully went around the gazebo, redirecting the water back into the five buckets. Then he walked up to his severely strangled wife, cruelly slapping her face.

“It’s much cheaper that a divorce, you fucking cow! Now you can hang for the lot of us. But don’t worry, honey. I increased the flow of water for you. You should be up in the air in no time at all.”

Everyone instinctively took a step back as though wanting to take in the whole setting. Magalie began to wriggle and struggle. Her eyes opened wider as her chest heaved.

The weight of the water filling the buckets dramatically increased the tension on her noose. It lift her up even more. She shuffled around on her tiptoes, struggling to find any relief.

Her face reddened noticeably as she struggled to breathe. Her tongue poked out as she suffered in breathless agony. Her tits bounced as her chest heaved.

She was slowly lifted up off the ground from the counterweight of the rapidly filling buckets. She rose higher as everyone cheered. Her eyes flew open, her toes fluttering for a solid foundation that was no longer there.

Her legs exploded as she started to kick. Globs of cum leaped out of her well-fucked cunt and ass. Magalie twisted and swung in a lewd ballet of death.

Her knees came together as she danced and gyrated. Then they jerked upward. The sight made the blonde gasp, “Hey look! Old lard-ass is cumming! I should’ve known, the fucking whore!”

Magalie kicked and jerked until the noose totally constricted her airway. Her only conscious thought was how much it hurt and how she just wanted it to be over. Then her body gave off one last jerk.

She hung limp and lifeless. Her naked, well-fucked body softly swung back and forth in the noose. The water finished filling the buckets and began overflowing.

Tony went around and calmly redirected the water flow back into his fountain. The blonde walked up to Magalie and slapped her tits hard. “Are you dead yet, lard-ass? Can you feel this?”

Magalie barely flinched from the abuse as her eyes glazed over. Then her bladder gave way. Piss streamed down her legs, splattering onto the ground.

“Hot damn!” one of Tony’s friends cried out. “The bitch is dead!” That brought out a cheer from one and all.

“Can we leave her up awhile?” the blonde asked Tony. “I want to enjoy old lard-ass dangling in the noose for a few minutes.”

“Anything for you, baby,” he said affectionately.

Magalie was left hanging for half an hour. The rope creaked from her weight as she slowly swung back and forth. The only other sound that could be heard over the guests’ enjoyment of the day was the water flowing in the fountain.

Magalie was finally taken down. Tony took a knife and cut her head off at his new lover’s request. The blonde wanted to use her head as a centerpiece for the afternoon’s barbecue.

A couple of his friends helped shove the pole up her ass. It emerged out of her neck stump. Then she was secured before being put on to roast.

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating and drinking. While Magalie’s body was still roasting, the blonde encouraged the guys to take her head and use it for a masturbation device. Several of the guys fucked her mouth and neck before they tossed it around like a football.

The blonde couldn’t resist kissing the dead lips. As a last humiliation, she pulled down her shorts. Then she peed all over the face.

By the time the sun set, there wasn’t much left of Magalie but guts, bones and internal organs. Her meat had been cooked; her leftovers divided up among Tony’s friends to take home.

Tony dumped the rest of her remains into the barbecue pit. Then he covered it up, leaving the head with his new lover as an engagement gift. In case anyone asked, the story would be that Magalie had packed up and left, and that no one knew where the hell she’d gone.

2013; 2021 (written for “Magalie” Jun 4 ’13; ed. Apr 13 ‘21 by riwa)

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An afternoon to herself 3.5 (34)

Posted on February 3, 2025 by riwa

The kids were off with the neighbors, allowing Denise an afternoon of rest. So she decided to do a little sunbathing in a patio lounger out back, enjoying the peace and quiet. She loved her girls, but there were times when they did run her ragged.

For instance, much of yesterday had been spent playing out in the backyard. The pool had been a popular attraction, especially when her daughters had figured out how to get mom to the bottom of the deep end by tossing diving rings and dive sticks down there for her to fetch. Naturally they had not yet mastered the art of reaching the depths themselves. But it had been great fun watching mom dive down after the rings and sticks they’d tossed into the water.

She’d finally become exhausted and told them no more, despite them pleading for her to do it just one more time. They had even unloaded their entire arsenal into the water, hoping to entice mom to dive down once more. But she had stood firm, telling them that if they wanted their water toys, they needed to go fetch the objects themselves.

The daughters had given it the old college try. But they’d been unsuccessful in reaching the bottom. Then Denise had herded them inside where she could keep an eye on them while fixing supper. The two had complained a little too loudly, causing her to send them off to their room until she called them for the evening meal.

That was yesterday. Today the neighbor had the girls for an excursion to the park along with her own little ones. That meant Denise had been given the better part of the afternoon to herself. She had enthusiastically thanked Vanessa, telling her she could use an afternoon away from her girls.

She napped in the patio lounger in her light red bikini for the better part of an hour, enjoying a restful snooze before she awakened. Then she stood up and walked over to the swimming pool. It was time to enjoy a little swim for herself.

She slowly waded down the steps into the shallow end, enjoying the cool liquid upon her warm skin. A nice swim was going to feel wonderful. And with neither of the girls around, she would be able to go to the bottom without any tasks to perform.

She waded into deeper water, enjoying the refreshing chill of the pool. But she knew it would not stay cool for long. In fact, the pool was liable to be warm by midevening from the heat.

She waded in up to her chest, feeling a slight tingle of pleasure. She knelt down and ducked under before coming right back up. Then she slicked her hair back before preparing for her swim.

At that moment she caught sight of the toys scattered all around the deep end. She had not come out last night to retrieve them, leaving them submerged overnight. Now they beckoned to her, reminding her of the activities of the day before.

Denise sighed heavily. Even now with no kids around, there was still work to be done as a mother. She smiled wryly as she filled her lungs and then submerged with a burble.

She angled downward, hair flowing behind her as she scooped up the nearest dive rings. Near the wall, a couple of dive sticks beckoned to her. Along with them lay a little rubber block that weighed no more than a pound.

She confidently swam over, bubbles trailing out of her nose. She scooped up the sticks. But Denise decided to abandon the weight for the time being.

She headed up for the surface. She was close to the side of the pool and wanted to deposit her first load. She burst up panting quietly as she swam over and dumped the sticks and rings along the edge.

She paused for a moment, treading water as she looked at the start of her collection. She was tempted to hide the items once she got them all rounded up. Otherwise, her darling daughters would no doubt make her play their fetching game again.

She shook her head with a wry smile. Then she filled her lungs. Denise submerged with a release of bubbles out of her nose.

As she swam back down, she felt the bracelet rustle upon her ankle. It was the one her oldest daughter had bought for her at a yard sale the other day. It was a gold colored chain with a dangling pendant of a mermaid.

With the money she had saved up, she had eagerly grabbed it up. Then she’d happily presented it to the older woman manning the cashbox. With the transaction completed, she’d proudly presented it to her mother with love and appreciation.

Denise had beamed at the gift and had graciously accepted it. She’d been teaching her girls how to share and be generous. This one act of buying something for her as a present had brought tears to her eyes. Afterwards, she’d taken to proudly wearing it everywhere she went.

She reached the bottom and smoothly followed the surface, scooping up sticks and rings. There was another weight over near the corner. She decided to go after that one as well.

She pulled steadily with her arms, being careful not to lose the growing collection in her hands. Then she scooped up the weight before swimming up to the surface with her collection. Denise left a second pile along the side of the pool.

She looked down at the remaining objects, shaking her head. “Those rascals,” she sighed. “They dumped everything down there but the kitchen sink.”

She paused a second to map out her next dive. If she did it right, she just might be able to gather the remaining toys on one breath. But she would have to make a swim along the wall of the pool and then angle inward, concluding near the drain where two rings and a dive stick awaited.

She took a deep breath and then submerged with a burble. Then she kicked off from the wall, giving her a little extra momentum. Denise pulled downward with her arms, determined to conclude her treasure hunt with this last dive. Then the pool would be empty, and she could swim at her leisure.

She scooped up the scattered sticks and rings before angling inward. She darted over and snapped up the last wayward weight. Then she headed toward the middle of the deep end where the last of the water toys remained.

This was proving to be easier than she’d anticipated. Thankfully the toys weren’t being tossed back in by her daughters just as fast as she could gather them up like what had happened yesterday. She just had to get those last three over by the drain, and then she would be done.

Denise felt an ache in her chest as she approached her remaining targets. She was certain she could get them all gathered up and returned to the surface in this one last dive. Then the pool would be hers. Hell, she might even take off her bikini and sneak in a refreshing little skinny-dip!

She swam to the drain where she reached out for the remaining water toys. That’s when she accidentally dropped the weight and a dive stick. She was forced to pause and kneel, losing everything in her hands.

She struggled to arrange how she was going to get everything back up to the surface. She was almost out of breath. Should she try to get it all up now? Or should she make a return trip?

She could feel it in her lungs as she gathered up the water toys. She burbled as she looped the rings onto her right arm. Then she gathered up the sticks and weights in both hands.

She was almost out of air. But she just about had it all gathered up now. If she could hold onto it all and hurry herself back to the surface, she might just be able to make it in one b-

Her ankle suddenly jerked her to a halt, startling her. She grunted and bubbled in alarm, dropping everything from her hands. When she turned to look, she saw her mermaid ankle chain had been snagged by the grating to the drain.

Instinctively she jerked on her ankle as her lungs began to burn. She really needed to surface; she’d been down a little too long. But this was the ankle pendant her daughter had given her. She didn’t want to break it.

Denise knelt down and fumbled for it. But somehow it had really gotten wedged. Then her lungs heaved ominously.

An unnerving thought flickered through her head. If she didn’t loosen it soon, she might very well…

“No! Don’t even think that!” she told herself. But she could already feel the fear and panic rising up in her throat. Her chest heaved as her lungs strained. She’d been down a long time; she really needed another breath.

Denise fumbled with the chain to the pendant. But she couldn’t pull it free of the drain. Then she felt an ominous spasm in her chest.

Her mind cried out, “Just get the damned thing off your ankle! You can come back down for it later!”

She fumbled for the link, but couldn’t get it open. Her lungs heaved again; her chest was on fire. As she tugged in desperation, she could feel the chain cut into her flesh.

Denise looked all around as though anxious to find a nearby source of air. But there was none to be had. A moment later another chest convulsion hit her hard.

Denise instinctively shot upward, only to be tethered by the snagged mermaid pendant on her ankle chain. She jerked wildly with her leg as her arms waved for the surface. The pendant was no longer a concern. All she cared about was getting back to the surface.

She screamed her breath away. Her lungs heaved as she instinctively clamped her lips shut, afraid she might lose the rest of her air. She jerked her leg against the pendant tethering her to the drain as she used a hand to cover her mouth, her free arm waving wildly. Then her lungs gave out.

Denise gurgled air down her windpipe. Her eyes snapped open as her airway instinctively closed off. She thrashed about like mad, desperate to get to the surface and inhale.

Her trachea opened back up, and she sucked water into her lungs. Denise bucked and jerked, grunting and gurgling as she began to drown while tethered to the pool drain. A line was being cut into the flesh around her ankle from the chain, rubbing her raw as she thrashed about.

She coughed up bubbles as her chest heaved again and again. All she could think of how no one was around to save her. Then she thought of her daughters.

Her mind screamed in anguish. Now her girls were going to have to get along without her. A moment later her consciousness faded away as her body went limp.

Denise remained tethered to the drain, her body gently swaying back and forth. Stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. Her arms lazily reached up for the surface as her eyes stared vacantly in shock and disbelief.

2012; 2021 (written for jqpublic Sep 24 ’12; ed. Jan 29 ’21 by riwa)

(Picture found on the Internet and included for illustration purposes. Inspired by that drowning scene on Falcon Crest.)

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I want to make it work 4.7 (43)

Posted on January 27, 2025 by riwa

I wrap the bag around her head, holding it in place as she tries to lick me through the plastic. My husband thrusts into her from behind as the bag inflates and deflates. Her panic is delicious.

I no longer want her to lick my pussy. I want her to suffer. And suffer she does, even as Bob thrusts in and out of her cunt.

She shakes her head and tries to cry out. I put up my hand and motion for Bob to stop. Then I pull the bag off her head.

She gasps for breath, a wild look in her eyes. I shake my head as I tell her, “I thought you enjoyed erotic asphyxiation. Isn’t that what you told us when we picked you out of the line outside?”

“Not like this!” she pants angrily.

I sigh as I shake my head. “Let’s get her dressed, Bob. She’s not the one I want. If I can’t enjoy putting her through some erotic asphyxiation, I’d rather go back out to the line and find someone else.”

“All right, honey,” he tells me as he gets up, his erection softening. “C’mon, Sylvia. Let’s get you dressed and get you back out to the line. I guess it’s just not going to work out with us tonight.”

She looks at us in alarm as Bob grabs an arm to help her stand up. “W-wait a minute!” she stammers. “I didn’t say I didn’t…”

I sadly tell her, “We’re not going to put someone through this who isn’t enjoying herself. Too bad.” Then I ask my husband, “How was it feeling, Bob?”

“She was clenching pretty good, Susan. I thought at some point she was going to have a pretty big orgasm. I guess we misjudged her.”

He pulls harder on our guest, who is now acting as though she’s having second thoughts. “C’mon, Sylvia; let’s get you dressed. The night is still young. I’m sure we can find someone else out in line who will be a little more cooperative and is more than willing to suffer through a little erotic asphyxiation with us.”

She seems upset we’re about to send her back out of the Club. “Is that it? You’re going to take me back out just like that?”

“Just like that,” Bob tells her.

“But I’m already here inside the Club! I haven’t seen much of anything yet! You haven’t… haven’t even paid me anything!”

“You’re not going to work out for us after all,” I explain with a sad shake of my head. “Now are you going to get dressed? Or do we have to call an attendant to get you out of here?”

“No – no; wait!” she stammers anxiously. “I’m not ready to go back out! I mean… I’m not ready to… You just, uh… you just caught me off guard is all!”

“You didn’t act like you were enjoying it,” Bob tells her. “In fact, you acted like you downright hated it.”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t prepared!”

“We don’t want to have to pause and prepare you for every little thing,” I tell her sternly. “We just made a wrong choice with you is all. No harm done. We’ll simply toss you back with the rest of the fish. I’m sure my husband can find another woman out in line who’s much more into it than you are.”

“No; please! I can… I can adapt! Please; I’m not ready to leave! Can we try it again? Let’s try it again; ok? I… I really want to please you two!”

I shake my head as I sigh, “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Want me to go out and bring another one in for you, honey?”

“Yes, Bob; would you please? I really think she’s not the one for us to enjoy tonight. I can tell she thinks we’re going to be way too rough on her.”

“No; really! I want to try again! I really like it! I just hadn’t… hadn’t prepared myself…”

I sigh heavily. “There’s that ‘prepared’ word again. Bob, I really think you should go out and get me another girl.”

“No; please! I… I want you to bag me, Susan! I… I really mean it!”

I give her a dubious look as I murmur, “I don’t know…”

“Please?? I really want to please you folks tonight! I’ll… I’ll let you do anything to me that you want. And I promise I’ll… I’ll like it a lot!”

“I don’t know…” Then I casually pick up the bag and look it over.

She is half-turned on the bed, not fully facing me. So I pull the bag down over her head. Then I partially seal it.

She starts gasping as the plastic huffs and puffs around her face. She acts a little panicked. So I pull the bag back off.

I look right at my husband. Then I firmly tell him, “Bob? Take this one out and go get me another one; ok?”

“Right away, darling.”

“No; wait! I was… I was just starting to feel aroused! Please try it again!”

I shrug my shoulders as I pull it down over her head. Then I partially seal it. That’s when Bob splits her legs apart until she’s facing him.

He pulls her to the edge of the bed. Then he bends down and begins licking her out. I hold her back against me, wondering how she’s going to react this time.

The plastic puffs and then contracts around her face, although I hadn’t fully sealed it. She still acts a little frightened. But Bob’s tongue is starting to get to her.

I abruptly pull the bag up off her head. Then I shake my head. “I really don’t think this is going to work, Bob.”

“No; please! I want to make it work!” Now she sounds more than a little desperate. Maybe she senses her payday is slipping through her fingers.

I bag her again, a little rougher this time. Bob goes back to licking her slit. It isn’t long until she’s writhing against me.

She moans and mewls as Bob licks her wet slit. I loosen the bag and give her a brief gasp of air. Then I pull it down tight over her head again.

She pants until the bag huffs, only for it to change until it abruptly suctions against her face. It clings tightly to her mouth as Bob feasts on her cunt. Then she finds herself trying to suck the plastic all the way down her throat.

Sylvia suddenly shudders in orgasm. Bob withdraws as I loosen the bag and give her some air. She pants weakly, her eyes all glazed over.

“Well?”

She seems surprised as she tells me, “I… I wasn’t expecting to cum like that!”

“You mean like this?” And with that, I wrap the bag tightly around her head again.

Bob goes back to feasting and licking. She writhes with her back against me as I keep the bag sealed with one hand. With the other, I reach around and maul her tits.

She puts up a struggle. Obviously, she can’t help herself. Then she climaxes again.

I wait a bit longer before pulling the bag off and giving her air. She pants weakly, her eyes in a daze. “Is this… what you guys do to… girls like me… all the time?”

“Only the ones we like,” Bob replies with a smile.

“And only the ones who can handle it,” I add. “There may be a little natural fear to go along with these types of things. But in the end, the girls usually enjoy the orgasms they receive.”

I turn her head and kiss her lips. Then I savagely bag her again. That’s when Bob dives back in, once more using his tongue on her slit.

She can’t breathe, so she really fights me. I hold her tightly against my naked body as Bob licks her. The next orgasm she endures looks devastating.

She’s nearly passed out when I remove the bag. Then I turned her around and pull her head down into my crotch. “Lick me for receiving those orgasms, bitch!”

She has to catch her breath. Then she starts licking. The more she regains her composure, the better she does.

Bob helps turn her around off the end of the bed. Then he enters her from behind. He begins fucking her hard as I keep her head mashed into my cunt.

She grunts and moans as she slobbers all over my slit. She’s pretty talented, all things considered. It’s obvious mine is not the only snatch she’s ever feasted upon.

I cruelly bag her again. Then I force her head into my crotch and hump her face. Bob really gives it to her good from behind.

She cries out until the bag takes her breath away. It clings greedily to her face as I hold her against my crotch. I hump her face until I cry out in orgasm.

Sylvia is right behind me, shuddering hard. Bob lets out a satisfied gasp as he pumps a load deep up her slutty cunt. Then our guest goes limp, causing another small orgasm to ripple through me.

Bob slows down, thrusting in and out of her nice and slow as I keep the bag sealed. Sylvia no longer fights me for her next breath. I hump her face a little, but there’s no response.

I pull her head up and pull off the bag. There’s a look of agony and ecstasy in her features. It gives me an erotic shiver something fierce.

“I knew she couldn’t hack it,” I tell my husband. “I’m so glad Mistress Chastity gave us the go ahead. She did say she was looking for a roaster for the evening; didn’t she?”

“At least she went out with a bang,” Bob says with a smile. “After a while, we’ll go down and watch her in the Club kitchen. That should be entertaining.” Then he pushes her corpse aside, climbs into bed and kisses me passionately.

6-22-24

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.6 (7)

Posted on January 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming February rewards

Kristin
Housewife revenge
A request for Kristy 2
Best laid plans 10
Threesome in the bedroom
Emma’s wetsuit
A noosed girl in the woods
AF’s Moonshine and curses Pt 1
Chanta and Aria
Basement meeting
Doris hangs for Woodcock
And probably a couple others.

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

It happened late Friday afternoon just a couple weeks ago. I had just gotten back from my walk and was settling in for the night when I got a phone call.

The phone seldom rings in my apartment. When it does, it usually means one thing. It means my mother needs my help with something.

Once, she thought she had a water leak and called me over in the evening to have a look. Fortunately, it turned out to be a minor mystery involving clothes draped in the sink and over the edge of the counter, resulting in dripping water onto the floor. That proved to be somewhat amusing.

On this occasion, she told me she had fallen and needed some help getting back up. Could I come over and help her up? She could not get up on her own.

I was immediately stressed over the situation. But she told me not to worry. Her voice over the phone indicated she was fine.

She sounded like she was not too badly injured. She did not want me rushing over. She said she would be ok and for me to take my time.

I was in a state of semi-undress. I’ve been bundling up for my cold, winter walks, and I usually remove a couple layers when I get back to my apartment. But I was dressed and ready to go in about two minutes. That’s how fast you get ready to go when your mother needs you.

I didn’t know what to expect as I drove over. The last time mom fell, she damaged her shoulder. She had to go to the emergency room, and she spent many days at a care center rehabbing her arm and shoulder.

During my drive over, there were a couple of icy sections I had to carefully navigate. And I had to watch my step getting out of the car in her driveway. There was packed snow in places that were becoming moist and slippery from warming temperatures.

I got inside and immediately found my mother. She was lying on the carpeted floor in the living room. She had a pillow for her head, and she had a blanket upon her body for comfort so she could watch TV.

She was not crying or in pain. I looked at her and chuckled. I could not help finding humor in the situation.

She looked back at me with amusement, considering the way her son had just discovered her. She said her muscles were not functioning very well. She would need help getting up into her rocker-recliner. But she would need a few minutes to rest and regain some of her strength before making the attempt.

She looked at me, and her face became serious. “This is NOT where I fell,” she explained. Then she told me she had been outside and had fallen next to her car.

For a moment, I was still seeing the humor in the situation. Then she told me she was out spraying mouse repellent around her vehicle. All her important papers had been nibbled on in the glove box, and she was attempting to keep the rodents out of her vehicle.

She said she fell and went down into a patch of snow, a small drift. She had no idea how it happened. But I could easily imagine, being as how my foot had slipped merely by trying to get out of my car in her driveway.

She said she couldn’t get up. She was unable to get back onto her feet. Something had taken all the strength and energy right out of her after the fall.

She said she couldn’t get the car door closed. But somehow she managed to get a foot up and kick it closed. But she still could not get up onto her feet.

She was outside in weather barely above freezing temperatures. She was bundled warmly, so for the moment she was not risking hypothermia. But the wind was blowing, putting the wind chill down into the 20’s.

Then she told me the thought that went through her head at that moment…

She did not want to die in her driveway.

We had just had lunch in town earlier that day. So I was not scheduled to see her again until the next week. It was quite possible I would not check up on her until I noticed she had not been online for quite some time. How many days would it be before I came over after not hearing from her? Two? Three?

She told me she asked God to give her brain and not brawn. She knew her body simply did not have the energy she needed. She would have to get back into the house by using her brains.

Somehow she rolled herself over until she reached the bottom of her wooden steps to the porch. But she had to rest again. Just doing that had taken a lot out of her.

She did not have the strength to grab onto the railing and pull herself upright. So she used her arms and backed herself up each step onto her butt in sort of a crab-crawl. She told me she would pause a few minutes to catch her breath before doing the next step.

Somehow, she got up onto the porch. Mom said she rolled and crab-crawled as best as possible, whatever it took to get to the front door. But could she even lift herself up enough to reach the doorknob to get it open?

Miraculously, it was already ajar. She’d not entirely closed it when she’d gone outside to spray for mice.

What about the door to the inner porch?

The same. She had also left it ajar.

From there, mom somehow made it through the kitchen into the living room. She found a pillow and blanket within reach. Then she was able to find a way to reach up and get the phone out of its charger to call me.

How many miracles were involved just for her to get inside the house to call me?

The first one occurred where she fell into the snow bank. There was just enough snow to cushion the blow. I saw where her hands had gone in. Any other landing could have fractured her wrists.

The next miracle was in getting up the steps. She went up backwards, lifting herself up just enough to get her butt up to the next step. But she had to pause each time to catch her breath.

What about the outer door being left ajar because of her not having fully closed it? And then there was the inner porch door, also left ajar. What about her ability to roll her body and crawl around, having very little strength? Then she had to be able to work her way into the living room close enough to the lamp stand to somehow elevate herself enough to grab the phone.

Why is this so significant? The very next day, we ended up with roughly two additional inches of snow upon the ground. Would anyone driving by have seen an unusual drift that was actually a snow-covered body? Would they have even seen her where she would have been lying?

You think that’s miraculous? How about another small one, one that would seem insignificant?

When I started my walk, I quickly discovered how slippery the streets were. After several steps, I stood there debating how much further I should go. After all, I did not want to slip and fall. I’d done that once before some time ago and was not eager for round two.

It’s been taking me forty to forty-five minutes to get my walk in on these slick streets. I probably would not have been in my apartment when mom called had I decided to gingerly make the entire route.

I normally do not like cutting my route short. But that evening, I did choose to do that. Thus, I was in my apartment when the phone rang.

You want one more? This miracle was put into place many years ago.

When I told mom I was moving back to my home town, I planned on looking for apartments in Billings or somewhere in the county. Any location would work. But I expected to end up living many miles away. It would be possible I could even end up living a couple towns over.

Mom found a place and looked into it. A casual comment I had made about me being a low income renter made her check out a set of apartments right here in town. As it turned out, I got this location back in May of 2019, virtually sight unseen, over five and a half years ago.

The result? Mom lives about 3 miles away. It’s only a five minute drive. God’s the one who placed me in this particular location so I could get over there to mom’s house to be a help to her.

Do you believe in miracles? More and more, it seems as though my life is full of them. They’re not very flashy, and they’re easy to miss. But they’re noticeable if you just stop to think about them.

I think all of us have miracles that occur in our lives. Sometimes, they seem small and trivial. Our lives are so busy that we don’t recognize them for what they truly are.

It’s the same with blessings. We don’t stop to realize just how blessed we really are. So I’ve been counting my blessings each and every day. And I’ve learned how to better recognize the little miracles that occur around me, even if they are not all that flashy.

The greatest blessing/miracle of all for me? The fact that Jesus died for my sins and rose again.

But perhaps the second greatest blessing/miracle of all is the fact that I got to celebrate my mother’s 82nd birthday just a few days after her fall. So I try to thank God each day for the blessings and miracles he chooses to bestow upon me, even though I don’t deserve them.

Be appreciative of the presence of your friends and family in your lives. I’m very appreciative my mother is still around. But I also want you to know how much I appreciative having all of you as my patrons. That is a big blessing to me, and I thank you all so very much.

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The step-mother’s bath 3.8 (23)

Posted on January 20, 2025 by riwa

My step-mom was drunk again. She was oh, so drunk! And she wanted to fuck me since dad wasn’t around.

We’d fucked a few times before. She was always drunk when it happened. I knew I shouldn’t, but it was always hard to resist her.

Dad knew she was a drunk. But he continued to put up with her anyway. We were both pretty sure she was fucking other men on the side.

She invited me to the bedroom for a nightcap. I told her I didn’t want anything to drink. Then I asked if she needed some hot coffee.

She told me no. But a bath might help. She looked at me and grinned as though we would end up in the bedroom anyway after she was done.

I told her she could go right ahead and take a bath. But she told me she wanted me to help draw her one. I should have known better, but I was already starting to give in.

I started the bath water, making sure it would be warm. She came in and took her clothes off right in front of me. She added some bath oil to the water, guaranteed to make things slippery. Then she reached down and groped the bulge in my pants.

I said I was going to leave her to her bath. I told her she’d better be careful not to drown herself. She had no idea I’d fantasized about her drowning in the bathtub ever since she’d married dear ol’ dad.

She sternly told me, “I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at herself. She told me maybe I’d better come in and watch her so she didn’t drown herself.

She groped my bulge again. Then she got into the tub. She playfully patted the water as though inviting me to join her.

I told her maybe I’d better step out and leave her to her bath. The idea of watching her drown was growing stronger within me. I didn’t want to take any chances.

“Ok,” she said drunkenly. “I just hope I don’t drown myself.” Then she just sort of slipped under the surface, ending up flat on her back on the bottom.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she came back up. She laughed as she sputtered, “Oops! Almost drowned m’self. Too much bath oil. Maybe you’d better stick around and keep me safe.”

She deliberately caressed her boobs in front of me. Then she reached down to finger herself. She was clearly implying I should either join her or get undressed and wait for her in the bedroom.

I shook my head. I was trying so hard to resist temptation. But it was becoming harder and harder.

I told her, “Maybe I’d better be going.”

She replied, “Good idea. You can wait for me in the bedroom.” Then she slipped back under.

More bubbles came up. Now I was convinced she wanted to fuck me again. And I was losing my will to fight her off.

That wasn’t the worst part of it. Each time she slipped under, she released bubbles out of her nose. It was so bloody erotic.

Didn’t she understand the kind of danger she was in? Didn’t she know how strong my drowning fetish was? How many times had I been tempted to drown her in this very bathtub?

She struggled to get her head back up. She sat upright, but she just kept slipping in the bathtub. Then she patted the water again as she told me I’d better join her to help keep her upright.

I tried to be firm as I told her it was her fault for adding the bath oil. Then I called her by her first name as though trying to awaken her from her drunkenness…

“Kelly, don’t you think you should get out now? Let me put you to bed.”

“Yes; let’s go to bed!” she giggled. “Unless you want to stay and watch me drown myself.”

She was drunk, and I was losing myself. I finally decided to let it all out. Besides, I doubted she would remember any of this in the morning.

“Can I let you in on a little secret, Kelly? I’ve always wanted to drown you ever since you married dad. Seeing you in the bathtub blowing bubbles out of your nose is so damned sexy. Maybe you shouldn’t do it anymore, as it just turns me on too much.”

She laughed again. “Do I turn you on, honey? I love turning you on. Now get undressed and join me right here in the tub, ok?”

I shook my head. “No, Kelly. I might drown you.”

She laughed as she drunkenly splashed the water. “Really? You really want to drown me?”

“You have no idea.”

She laughed as she splashed the water again. “Go right ahead, honey. C’mon in and drown me. Then we’ll finish up in the bedroom.”

She laughed as she wriggled around in the water while fondling her boobs. Then she slipped under the surface again. More bubbles came out of her nose.

It was getting harder and harder to resist temptation. She was really teasing me. I had to struggle against my inner desires.

This time she was a little slow working herself upright. Probably too much bath oil. So I reached in and pulled her head up.

She coughed and giggled before laughing drunkenly. “You’re a good step-son, honey. Now get your ass in the tub with me.” Then she slipped under again.

More bubbles came out of her nose. I could feel myself tumbling over the edge into the abyss. With great reluctance I pulled her head back up.

She coughed and laughed. “I keep slipping under, don’t I? I must be trying to drown myself for you. You’d like that; wouldn’t you, honey?” Then she splashed the water with her hand again, still trying to invite me to join her.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Then I asked, “You really want my help drowning you?” She just laughed.

It occurred to me I’d said it wrong. I corrected myself as I told her, “I meant to ask if you wanted my help getting out of the tub.” She was drunk enough, and everything was slippery enough, that she couldn’t stop sliding around inside the bathtub.

She giggled drunkenly. “You want me to drown for you, honey?” Then she slipped under again.

More sexy bubbles came out of her nose. This time she was under for a good fifteen or twenty seconds. If she wasn’t careful…

I reached in and grabbed a handful of hair. I pulled her head out of the water until she came up gasping and sputtering. She giggled as she told me, “I guess I need your help after all.”

“To get you out of the tub?”

She grinned drunkenly. “No. Drown me first. Then you’ll need to help me out of here.”

Something made me let go of her hair. She slipped back under. Bubbles came up as she lay at the bottom of the tub looking up at me.

I figured she had to be getting water up her sinuses. But she didn’t seem to care. She was drunk as a skunk, and obviously horny.

She stayed down and rubbed her boobs for me while releasing a few bubbles. Then she put a hand in her crotch and fingered herself. She grinned at me as though indicating she wanted me to put something of mine inside her right after she pulled her fingers out.

I watched as she wriggled and struggled. This time she seemed a little too slippery to sit upright in her drunken state. Then she started to work her head up.

Something came over me as I reached down. I gently pushed down on her boobs, keeping her submerged. They were nice and slimy from the bath oil. She just gave me a look of incredible lust.

More bubbles came out of her nose. Then she began to struggle a little. She finally tried to push my hands off her chest.

For some reason I couldn’t pull them off. My cock was hard as a rock inside my trousers. This time I shook my head as I told her, “You said you needed my help drowning you. Isn’t that right, Kelly?”

She tried to push me away again. The look of drunken amusement on her face morphed into one of alarm. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest begin to show the strain.

She tried a little harder to push me away. My excitement intensified a hundred-fold as more bubbles came out of her nose. “Not this time,” I gently told her. “This time we’re going to go all the way. I want you to drown for me, Kelly. I want your lungs to flood. You look so fucking sexy holding your breath underwater. Now I want to watch you drown for me.”

She bubbled as she tried to push my hands off her boobs. Her chest really heaved. It’s amazing how long she could hold her breath. Maybe it was because she was so drunk.

She fought against me. But she was too exhausted. What’s more, I’d become too weak to fight against a desire I’d harbored for quite a long time.

I leaned closer as I kept pushing down on her boobs. “Drown for me, Kelly,” I murmured with growing excitement. “Don’t worry; it will look like an accident. You just go right ahead and drown for me now.”

Her eyes widened in horror as though she finally understood. Then she gulped a huge mouthful of water. That’s what set her off.

Air poured out of her nose as she started hitching and gurgling. She went into seizures right there at the bottom of the bathtub. I just kept pushing down on her slippery boobs, my cock spewing in my pants as I watched.

Her lungs must have opened up because it looked as though she was swallowing huge mouthfuls of water. She hitched and convulsed, gurgling at the bottom of the tub as the last of her air escaped through her nostrils. But she was so drunk that it wasn’t all that violent of a drowning.

It was so fucking sexy. Reality was much different than what I had imagined. She put on one hell of a show.

She kept hitching as though continuing to swallow water. Kelly slowly rolled over onto her side. But she still kept convulsing from gentle spasms.

Tiny bubbles dribbled out of her nose and past her lips. Her eyes were open wide in utter shock. I wondered if she’d sobered up at the last moment, not that it would have mattered any.

She gently hitched until she finally settled down. An occasional muscle spasm affected an arm or a leg. Then she finally became still.

I stared in awe at my sexily drowned step-mother. She had the most incredible death stare you would ever want to see. She just looked outward with a vacant expression as though this was the last thing she’d ever expected to happen to her.

I reached into the water and caressed her. I explained how much I appreciated her gift to me, even though she was drunk at the time. Then I told her that her drowning for me was even better than going to bed with her.

I finally rose up and left her in the bathtub. As I walked into the living room, I mentally calculated what I was going to tell my father. Apparently Kelly had gotten drunk and had somehow drowned herself in her bathtub.

2021 (written for Tommy Jan 3 ’21 by riwa. Picture included for illustration purposes.)

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The Benefactor 4.3 (48)

Posted on January 13, 2025 by riwa

Whenever a benefactor for City U came to town, all the sorority girls would fight to be his escort. Benefactors had a tendency to treat the coeds lavishly. Sex was usually involved, but the benefits – especially the gifts and cash – almost always outweighed anything a coed gave up in body and soul.

The last benefactor who’d visited the campus had taken a girl away on a trip around the world. The Pi Omicron Rho Nu sorority benefited by receiving a generous donation, as did the university. Now another benefactor was coming to the campus.

The girls were run through a vigorous sexual contest. They were judged on how well they performed orally on both males and females. It was said the benefactor had a wife who might be seeking a little pleasure for herself.

Erin was thrilled when she was the one ultimately chosen to spend time with the couple. Dollar signs flashed in her eyes. She was sure this meant she was going places.

She was warned to treat the benefactor with utmost deference. His donation had not yet been received by the university. Erin promised she would not disappoint the school, nor the girls of the P.O.R.N. sorority.

Once they arrived, they couple seemed pleased with the girl chosen to be their companion during their visit. The benefactor and his wife took her to all the best spots in town, wining and dining her. Afterwards, they went back to the facility the university had provided for some sexual pleasure. Erin believed she had hit the jackpot.

On the second to last day of their visit, the benefactor and his wife spent the morning and afternoon involved in rigorous sex with Erin. But the evening was reserved for a special play. When asked if she had no objections, Erin said she was open to anything they had in mind.

She was led down naked into a sparsely furnished basement. What disturbed her was the noose that dangled from a beam in the ceiling. She immediately turned to the husband and wife, asking what this was all about.

“My wife has never seen a hanging before,” the husband explained. “The university has assured me you have been exposed to various forms of asphyxia. I trust this will not bother you much?”

“I, uh… n-no, sir.” She did not dare express her discomfort, nor her dismay, to such an important couple.

“Good. Beverlee, my darling? Would you like to do the honors?”

“Can I really, Doug?” the wife asked excitedly.

“Certainly. She’s more than willing; isn’t that right, my dear? You know how important this is to us. In the morning the university will receive our donation.”

“Y-yes, sir. I understand how important this is to you.”

“Good.”

The bare-chested husband put on an ominous black hood, giving him the air of an executioner. The wife tied Erin’s hands behind her back. When she was done, she kissed Erin on the lips before pulling a black hood down over her head.

Erin stood there panting heavily for breath. Were they really going to use the noose on her? Did this couple like playing hanging games?

She’d experimented with some asphyxia at the university. It was expected from all the girls who attended. But she hadn’t gotten all that involved in the noose games and role-plays that often took place on campus. Besides, there’d been stories of “accidents”, resulting in more than a few female bodies ending up as meals over at the cafeteria.

The noose was pulled down over her head. Then it was snugged up tight behind her right ear. “You have no idea how turned on I am, hun,” the wife told her as she ran a hand over Erin’s heaving breasts. “Doug promised me a hanging before we left the university. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Erin panted underneath the hood. It was getting awfully stuffy. She was also becoming more than a little frightened.

“Take her up, darling,” she heard the wife tell her husband. “But don’t hurt her right away. I want this to last.”

“As you wish, my love.” And with that, Erin was hoisted up off her bare feet into the air.

She gawked as she tried to cry out through the hood covering her face. She was terribly frightened. Surely the couple would be careful with her, right?

She began to kick instinctively. Her legs pedaled as she searched for the floor. She’d only been hanged once before, and she hadn’t liked it all that much.

She was let back down onto the floor. She panted for breath as she stood there blinded by the hood. Then feminine hands touched her all over.

“That was wonderful, darling. Her nipples are really erect.”

“That’s from the asphyxiation, my love. You should see what it’s doing to her pussy.”

“Oh, darling; take her up again!”

Erin was hefted up off the floor for a second time. She rasped as she tried to breathe through the hood. Then panic set in as she began to kick.

“Watch out for those legs, my love. She’ll kick you without meaning too.”

“Oh, darling; she’s magnificent! I never thought I’d live to see such an arousing spectacle! You’re right about her pussy. Take her down; I want to feel it!”

Erin was lowered to the floor. She rasped for breath, struggling to breathe underneath the hood while trying to maintain her balance upon unsteady legs. Then she felt feminine hands touch her all over before fingers pried her labia apart.

“You’re right, darling. She’s incredibly wet.”

“It’s from the asphyxiation, my love.”

“Take her up again. I love watching her struggle.”

“As you wish.”

Erin was hoisted back up into the air. She tried to brace herself for the experience. She even managed to hold still for several seconds. But the pain and panic inevitably caused her to start kicking again.

“There she goes!” the wife gasped breathlessly. “How they fight when they cannot breathe!”

“Do you like it, my love?”

“It’s utterly incredible! Bring her down; I want to finger her again!”

Erin was lowered back down onto the floor. She was even more unsteady on her feet. Feminine hands helped support her before they started roaming and caressing her naked flesh.

“Honey, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I really appreciate it.”

Erin forced herself to stammer, “Th-thank you, Mrs. B-Borenstern.” After all, this was supposed to be for her sorority and for the university. But it sure was getting hot underneath the hood. How long before they set her free?

The wife was more than a little impressed. She told her husband, “She’s wonderful the way she kicks and struggles. Darling, you will see to it the university gets a more than generous donation this year, won’t you?”

“Of course, my love.”

“Will we be able to feast on her remains in the cafeteria tomorrow for lunch before we depart?”

“I’m sure they’ll save us the best parts, my love.”

Erin was horrified. Had she heard correctly??

“Are you ready for the best part, my love?”

“I can’t wait any longer, darling. Haul her up into the air. I want to watch her sexy dance of death as she hangs for us. I never thought snuffing sorority girls would be so exciting.”

“Mrs. B-Borenstern??” That was all she got out. A moment later Erin’s feet left the floor for the last time.

She hung limp, trying not to struggle. Surely they weren’t really going to kill her, were they? Then her legs began to kick.

She pedaled as she swung back and forth. The noose tightened ominously around her throat. The loss of air down her windpipe only panicked her further.

She kicked and struggled as she tried to rasp for breath. The hood puffed less and less as her airway was closed off. Erin developed a massive headache as her face felt flushed underneath the hood.

She gawked as her toes stretched for the floor that was out of reach. Then she really started to kick. Her body swung wildly as Mrs. Borenstern gasped with rapturous delight.

Erin fought for a good ten minutes until she no longer had the strength. She was barely getting any air down her throat. She gently swung back and forth until the wife came up and began touching her all over again.

“That was so sexy, honey. You put on such a wonderful dance. You really struggled, and it looked like it hurt a lot. I loved the hood and the way this looked like an execution. But the next time Doug hangs a girl for me I think I want to see her face as she suffers.”

Erin was barely aware of fingers probing her clenching twat. “My goodness, honey! Did you cum? You’re positively wet down there! How marvelous!”

Erin tried to scream. But she couldn’t get any air past her larynx. She went into hitches and spasms as internal organs began to die.

“Oh, darling; it’s marvelous! I’m so glad the sorority picked this one out for us! Please be generous with them and the university on account of this one.”

“You know I will, my love.”

Erin didn’t know whether to be horrified or appreciative her death would bring financial gain to the university. Then consciousness ebbed away until she didn’t care about anything anymore.

2021 (written Jun 14 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture.)

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The cistern 3.8 (32)

Posted on January 6, 2025 by riwa

Dorothy was playing a dangerous game and she knew it. She was Dapper Don’s girlfriend, a dangerous mobster who was not the least bit averse to having someone liquidated just for looking at him funny. But now she was seeing Rick on the side. It meant she was living on the edge.

She’d met the plumber a few weeks ago when he’d been summoned to fix a leak in the gangster’s mansion. It had been love at first sight. What made it more exciting for her was learning Rick was a bit of a sadist.

He tied Dorothy up their first night alone together. Then he had ruthlessly fucked her. From that moment on she’d become addicted to him.

She knew how dangerous it was seeing Rick on the sly. If Dapper Don were to find out, she’d wind up dead within 24 hours. That only added to the thrill of their forbidden affair.

Rick soon discovered her lust for the dangerous nature of their liaison. He responded accordingly.

One night he pretended he’d been sent over by the gangster to end Dorothy’s life. He tied her up, filled up the bathtub with cool water and put her in. Then he fucked her while forcing her head under the water. Dorothy screamed her climax in a froth of bubbles.

As far as Dorothy was concerned, there was no going back to the boring lovemaking of Dapper Don. Oh, she played the part of course. She dutifully pleased him whenever they were together.

But her heart was for her plumber-lover. She could not get enough of him. Whenever she was alone, she would discreetly seek Rick out for that dangerous thrill she so desperately craved.

There was one person in the organization Dorothy had every right to be worried about. Angela was moving up in the ranks. She had expressed in no uncertain terms her desire to eventually take over Dorothy’s role as the gangster’s lover.

Dorothy knew what that meant. If she didn’t tread carefully, Angela might very well find out. She and Rick would end up very much dead. Unfortunately that only excited her passions all the more.

Unfortunately she had no idea just how much Angela knew about their forbidden affair…

One day when she was alone at the mansion she received a mysterious text from her lover. Rick told her he’d found something that would greatly enhance their next encounter. He sent her directions to a secluded spot, telling her to make sure she wasn’t followed.

Dorothy drove out of the city and up a dirt road into the hills. She saw Rick’s Ford pickup and parked right next to it. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought he was going to do something terribly erotic with her.

She had no idea what that could be. Hell, he was liable to do anything to her clear out here! She found herself becoming wet with anticipation.

She got out of her car and looked everywhere. But he was nowhere around. She called out his name, but there was no response.

There was a path leading into the woods. Dorothy saw footprints in the dirt. She set off in that direction, believing he had something special in mind for her.

She followed the tracks for about a quarter of a mile. But there was still no sign of her beloved. She loudly called out his name, but there was no response.

A moment later there was movement within the brush. Dorothy gasped in alarm as Angela stepped out with a wicked smile. She was brandishing a dangerous looking revolver.

“So nice of you to come,” the woman smiled pleasantly. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Dorothy felt a sick feeling in the pit of her gut. Her heart leapt into her throat. “Where’s Rick?” she asked anxiously.

“Oh, you’ll be joining him shortly,” Angela replied. Then she waved the gun. “It’s that way. Just keep following the path you’re on.”

“Don’s going to be angry about this,” Dorothy told her, her heart pounding in her chest.

She’d become damp from a perverse excitement. She was also very, very worried. The fact she wasn’t wearing any panties made her squirm uncomfortably.

She followed the path, Angela right behind her with the gun pointed at her back. They rounded a corner and went down a hill. That’s when they entered a small clearing surrounded by trees.

Dorothy gasped in horror. What she saw made her start to tremble. She knew in an instant she was about to die.

Her lover stood stark naked on the cover to some cistern. His mouth was taped shut and his eyes blindfolded. Two of Dapper Don’s henchmen had their guns drawn on him. But he certainly wasn’t going anywhere, not with his hands tied behind his back and a set of shackles attached to his ankles.

“Rick!” she cried out in horror as she rushed forward. The two henchmen intercepted her before she could climb onto the cover and hug him. She couldn’t help noticing his exposed cock stirring at the sound of her voice.

“I thought you two lovebirds would like to spend some special time together,” Angela said with an evil sneer. “And since I know you both like to fuck, you might as well get naked, you stupid bitch!”

“Don isn’t going to like this, Angela!” Dorothy was becoming anxious by the second. All she could do was play the only card she thought would save her.

“Are you insane? He’ll have you and these two idiots of yours shot for sure! You’d better let us go right now!”

“I don’t think so, bitch!” Angela snorted with a laugh. “Who do you think authorized this little play-date in the first place?”

“You’re a liar!”

“Don didn’t like the pictures I showed him, bitch! When I presented them to him, he told me he wanted it done today. What’s more, he wants to make sure your bodies are never found. Why do you think I lured you way out here? Don’t you know this is where all the bodies are buried! Now strip, you fucking whore!”

Dorothy gasped in horror. But she did as she was told. She was embarrassed as hell when her skirt came off, revealing her dripping pussy.

Angela laughed at her. “What’s the matter, bitch? All turned on now that you know you’re about to die?”

“You can’t do this to us!” Dorothy gasped. “The cops will find our bodies! You’re going to pay for this!”

“I don’t think so, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “No one knows you’re out here. When I texted you I told you to make sure you weren’t followed, remember?”

“You mean that was YOU?!” That sick feeling in the pit of her gut intensified. Dorothy now realized she’d been set up.

“You can keep your nylons and garter, bitch. It’s nice to see you all dressed up for the occasion. Besides, it won’t matter in the long run, certainly not where you two are going. Now step up there with lover-boy.”

Dorothy glanced at the two men holding weapons. She decided she had no choice, not unless she wanted to get shot. So she hesitantly climbed up onto the cover to the cistern in her nyloned feet, only to see Rick’s cock begin to harden.

“Lover-boy here sure seems glad to have you around, don’t you think?” Angela laughed cruelly as Dorothy trembled in terrified arousal.

The two henchmen set their weapons down upon the ground. They produced a bunch of black plastic straps about an inch wide. Dorothy was shoved right up against the naked body of her lover.

The men started to strap the two of them together. Rick grunted through the tape covering his mouth. His hardening cock now nestled between Dorothy’s legs.

“Don’t do this, Angela!” she gasped in growing alarm. “We can make a deal! We can go away together and disappear! You don’t have to do this!”

“That’s right, bitch,” Angela chuckled. “You two are going to disappear all right.”

“But we can make a deal! I’ve got money!”

She whimpered, her pussy embarrassingly wet. The henchmen strapped each of her spread legs directly to each of Ricks, securing their bodies together. Rick grunted and moaned, his cock getting even harder as it pushed up between Dorothy’s legs.

“The only deal I want, bitch, is the one where I’m Dapper Don’s girlfriend. That deal only exists in the same universe where you and lover-boy here are both dead and gone!” That’s when Dorothy really started hyperventilating.

“YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!”

“There’s no one for miles, bitch,” Angela said with a cruel laugh. “…no one but the bodies of Don’s enemies up here. But don’t worry. The place you two are going is special.”

Dorothy let out a cry as her stomach was tightened right up against Rick’s tummy with one of the straps. She gasped and whimpered, terrified out of her mind. The fact she was wet and Rick’s cock was hard between her legs was humiliating, especially since the bitch could see everything.

“Aww, how sweet,” Angela chuckled. “You two want one last fuck together? I think we might be able to work something out.”

Ricks arms were released long enough to have them wrapped around Dorothy’s body and secured. Since there was no chance of escape, he didn’t try anything foolish. Then her arms were wrapped around his body and strapped into place.

Another strap forced them up against each other chest to chest, her breasts pressed up against his warm body. She could feel his heartbeat thumping wildly. Could he feel hers beating just as fast?

One last strap was wrapped around their upper bodies just below the armpits. Dorothy panted heavily, scared out of her wits. She still could not ascertain what the danger was… why they were being tied up this way.

“Let the stupid bastard see his lover,” Angela instructed. “Let him be able to talk to her as well.”

Rick’s blindfold and the tape over his mouth were removed. “Dorothy? Are you all right? I was called to a plumbing job, but these two goons were waiting for me. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” Dorothy replied as tears filled her eyes. “This is all my fault.”

“No,” he told her, shaking his head. “I knew who you were from the very beginning. Yet I still took the risks. The fault is mine.”

He kissed her fiercely. The henchmen ignored them. They were too busy finishing the procedure by applying a set of shackles to Dorothy’s ankles… not that they were needed to keep her from going anywhere.

“Aww, how sweet,” Angela purred mockingly.

She reached between both sets of spread legs to grab Rick’s cock. “You’re hard, dumbass!” she laughed. “You should have known better than to think with this instead of thinking with your head. No matter. Now about that last fuck for you two lovebirds…?”

Angela grasped Rick’s cock and began working it up against Dorothy’s dripping slit. The bound woman moaned, her body instinctively writhing. If they were about to die she desperately wanted to feel it inside her.

Angela glared at her. “Hold on, you stupid bitch! Give me a second here; ok?”

She worked it a little more until it suddenly slid right in. Dorothy gasped and then whimpered, feeling Rick’s familiar member work itself deep inside her. It made her even wetter as she moaned softly.

Angela smirked at them as she asked, “Are you two lovebirds ready for your last ride?” Her eyes twinkled with murderous lust. Then she stepped back, motioning at the two henchmen.

“Gentlemen? Introduce these stupid assholes to the cistern!”

Both men knelt down and appeared to reach for a couple of levers. Dorothy had no clue what was about to happen. Her heart skipped a beat as she anxiously gasped, “RICK?!”

“It’ll be all right,” he told her softly. Then the cover beneath them suddenly gave way.

Screams were ripped out of their lungs as they plummeted downward into ominous darkness. Both of them thought for sure they were going to be killed on impact from the fall. Neither one expected the surprise they got, the surprise of hitting cold water with a loud splash.

The combined weight of both sets of shackles immediately took over, pulling them downward together. It got even darker, the water much colder. That’s when Dorothy realized what was happening to them. It would truly be a miracle if their bodies were ever found down here.

Rick’s cock swelled in her pussy from his fear of death. He began to fuck her instinctively, the two of them losing bubbles as they grunted in terror. They desperately tried to wriggle free of the straps binding them together. But it was a hopeless task.

They went deeper and deeper, the water getting colder and colder. Dorothy’s lungs began to heave as she struggled to hold her breath. Then she heard Rick gurgle as she got a face-full of his drowning bubbles.

She began to thrash about, screaming in horror as her lungs burned in her chest. Rick was fucking her as he was drowning up against her body. She was certain it would be her turn in mere moments.

Her feet came in contact with something even more frightening. Her toes detected the feel of decaying flesh and bone. There were more bodies down here with them!

Dorothy screamed her breath away in pure terror. Then Rick’s cock exploded inside her. She felt his hot seed inside her, triggering a devastating orgasm.

A moment later her lungs gave out. Dorothy began blowing drowning bubbles into her lover’s face as she grunted and gurgled. His body convulsed against hers.

The two lovers hitched and gurgled together, their naked bodies bucking and jerking all pressed up against each other. Dorothy’s pussy instinctively milked Rick’s twitching cock dry as they drowned in unison. Her mind screamed over and over from the terror of the utter blackness of the watery cistern and the dead bodies immediately below them.

The two naked murder victims of Dapper Don slowly settled down upon previously disposed bodies. They gurgled softly against each other, stray bubbles slipping out of parted lips to scurry upward. Then they gurgled and sighed as their lives faded away along with the last of the air escaping their flooded lungs…

Up at the surface Angela bent over the edge of the cistern, listening intently. Her nipples were extremely hard underneath her form-fitting shirt. Her pussy was damp with excitement.

The idea that both of them were drowning down there with his cock up her cunt was incredibly arousing. She thought she heard a quiet explosion of bubbles echo up to her. She sighed with pleasure, experiencing an erotic thrill knowing they had drowned together in the ultimate fuck.

She almost climaxed. But she contained herself in the presence of Don’s goons. “Much better than any good masturbation session,” she murmured quietly in erotic bliss.

“What was that?” one of the henchmen asked.

“Nothing!” she said with an angry, dismissive wave. “Seal it up, boys. Let’s get out of here.”

“Not before we carry out the boss’s final orders,” the other said.

The two quickly grabbed a startled Angela. She began screaming at them in anger and horror. “HEY, WAIT A MINUTE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… NOOOO…. AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

They tipped her over the edge and then let go. She screamed all the way down until she hit cold water with a splash. It never occurred to her Dapper Don might be upset with her for bringing him proof of Dorothy’s infidelity without first telling him of her suspicions.

She came up sputtering, absolutely frightened out of her wits. She looked up at the opening to the cistern. Gawd, it looked so far away!

Then she started screaming upward as she tried to tread water. “HEY… GET ME OUT OF HERE… YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME… I DON’T WANT TO DIE DOWN HERE… PLEASE DON’T LET ME DROWN!”

The light above her suddenly went out. The cover had been adjusted back into place. She’d been sealed in forever.

Angela screamed, her panicked cries echoing all around her. She flailed wildly until she began swallowing water. In her panic she simply couldn’t keep her head above water.

She slipped under, grunting and gurgling as her body convulsed from the agony of drowning. She kept screaming over and over in her mind in the blackness of the cistern. She gurgled painfully until she shuddered quietly, the last of her air escaping her flooding lungs.

Angela’s body ended up drifting downward. Ironically she finally settled on top of the two murdered lovers. Her lifeless eyes stared in abject horror at the inconceivable turn of events.

2012; 2020 (written for Dorothy Aug 17 ’12; ed. Aug 27 ‘20 by riwa)

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Christmas Presents 4.1 (56)

Posted on December 30, 2024 by riwa

The packages had all finally been opened and lunch was spread on the dining room table — not that anyone was sitting there. The kids were happily playing with their new toys, cups of chocolate milk near them, while an exhausted Dorothy sat beside her husband as he watched football on the television.

The knock on their front door was completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Dorothy Brown!” came a shout. A glance out their front window revealed the familiar yellow van sitting in their driveway.

Dorothy’s spirits immediately picked up — something special for her alone! She almost ran to the door as her husband grunted and went back to watching football.

Opening the door, she saw the uniformed man holding a clipboard. “This way, ma’am,” he said, “It’s in the back of my truck. You have to inspect the box and sign before I can carry it in.”

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Dorothy called to her family. Then she followed the delivery man to the open doors on the back of his tall truck. “What present could be that large?” she wondered.

It was dark inside the back of the truck as she peered in. Then four hands grabbed her and pulled her inside as the “delivery man” pushed her up from behind. Her brief scream went unheard in the houses closed tight against the cold with their tellys all showing football.

Her husband, however, did hear a muffled sound… and smiled. Looking down at their kids, he knew that Mommy was about to get the present that she had always wanted most.

—

Dorothy was now gagged, her wrists bound behind her. She had been laid on her back as the delivery truck quietly pulled out of her home’s driveway and started down the street. The “delivery man” was just beginning to pull her panties off.

“I’m Jeff,” he announced to Dorothy. “I’ll be chopping your head off later.” Then he unzipped his pants to pull his already-stiff manhood out.

“Omigod,” Dorothy thought. “It’s going to happen! What do I do?? Ahhhh, he’s such a strong man… and his cock… I’m really going to lose my head! Finally!! He’s going to rape me now and his cock… and his blade… will feel so damn good!”

Jeff’s cock touched her pussy and began to slide inside. “What… what will you use on… my neck?” Dorothy gasped as his rock-hard shaft impaled her again and again.

“I have a broad-bladed axe that is going to split your spine and throat as soon as your hair is short enough,” Jeff replied. Then he lifted Dorothy’s legs up so that he could pound her cunt harder.

Dorothy threw away her fright and allowed her own excitement to build. As the truck slowed, Jeff banged her harder and faster so that they both climaxed just as the van’s engine died.

–

The three men guided Dorothy, naked from the waist down, into a small warehouse which was fortunately well-heated. She beheld before her a small open space that all the boxes had been cleared from. In the center of the space was a beheading block, with a wicker basket in front of it and a pillow in back. “Last stop for you, dearie,” Jeff said.

Other men came in as the three tore her clothes to strip Dorothy completely naked without untying her. Then they made her kneel on the pillow behind the block. After compelling her to bend over and lay her neck across the scarred wood, Jeff sat on a box not far from beside her head.

“This is how it’s going to happen, Dorothy. Every man in this warehouse is going to rape you. Once each is done, he’ll cut your hair slightly shorter on the back of your neck. As soon as your hair is short enough to give me a clear target, I’m going to raise up my axe and chop your head off. Is all that clear?”

Dorothy was panting with heat, lust, and outright excitement. “Bring the bastards on!” she replied, gazing down into the basket that was her life’s new destination. So the men started coming, each to leave his cum inside Dorothy’s doomed body.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Jake.” Obviously the most mature man, he got to be first. He was gentle with Dorothy, caressing her back as his cock penetrated and twisted inside of her. He took his time screwing, and left her body dripping with sweat and her pussy flowing with his sperm. Then Dorothy trembled as she felt her hair lightly tugged, heard the scissors’ snips and chilled at the slight new coolness on the back of her neck.

Max wasn’t nearly as gentle after having to wait so long. His pounding made Dorothy scrape her throat as she kept it pressed onto the block. But she lusted for him to shoot his seed into her. Afterwards, the snipping came again, and then her neck was ever-so-slightly cooler.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Samuel, and I’m going to watch you get raped and then beheaded!” And from behind, another hot cock was at her labial lips, pushing in. She opened herself to him, wanting his cock… wanting him to cum into her and wanting him to see her head struck off into the waiting wicker basket.

The men kept coming and cumming, men whose faces she didn’t see, but who she knew were each taking away more locks of her shorn hair.

“Hi, Dorothy, I’m John, and my cock is going to rip you wide open!” Omigod, how many were there going to be? Dorothy had been fucked so many times now…. and John’s cock really was huge! She was sore and exhausted and… yes, she was longing for, lusting for… the upcoming blow of Jeff’s axe. But Dorothy concentrated as hard as she could, and climaxed one more time.

John, however, seemed to cut a little more of her hair than the other men had. Dorothy realized from the coolness on the nape of her neck that surely her spine must be completely uncovered by now. Then Jeff was standing up!

“That’s it, Dorothy,” Jeff announced. “All twelve of us have owned your cunt and the back of your hair is well short enough. You have a very smooth pink-flushed neck for me to strike. Hold still for just a minute more.”

Dorothy’s thoughts were of panic mixed with lustful desire… ‘Oh Shit, Jeff has picked up his axe! His feet are spread beside the block! There’s something cold over my neck! Now it’s gone, and Jeff is taking a deep breath in!’

The guys in the warehouse had gathered around. But Dorothy kept her eyes fixed down into the wicker basket she was about to die in. “C’mon, Jake, give it to her!” “This hard one is going to be steel, babe!” Then three men shouted, “Off With Her HEAD!”

HUFF! Jeff’s breath blew out as he pulled the high-held axe down fast! THWOK and Dorothy’s neck was chopped clean through!

“AAGGHHH” Dorothy tried to scream. But no sound came as her severed head toppled into the waiting wicker basket.

She rolled to a stop looking up, up at a blood-dripping axe embedded in the block. Then she saw Jeff’s smiling face looking down at her. She heard more steps come over. The last thing she saw was half a dozen men bending over the basket, all saying to her what a fine screw she’d been.

–

The knock on her door came completely unexpected. “DHL express delivery for Claire Ensler from the Browns!” came a shout. A glance out her front window revealed the familiar yellow van just pulling out of her driveway.

Claire seethed with anger — she despised Dorothy Brown! Why would that family be sending her anything??

She opened the door and brought the package in. Fetching some scissors, she cut the tape that sealed the box shut.

Inside the delivery box was a blood-stained wicker basket holding Dorothy Brown’s decapitated head. The card attached to the top of the basket read, “You’re still the hot babe that Dorothy hated so much. Stop over and see me some time?” It was signed, “Dorothy’s widower husband.”

Claire smiled widely, drew the curtains shut, placed Dorothy’s lifeless head on the mantel above her fireplace… and then sat down on her living-room couch to masturbate.

Written by “Dorothy Brown” 7-27-2016 (edited by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.5 (10)

Posted on December 24, 2024 by riwa

Coming January rewards

Ships in the night (A Club story)
A summer of Cassidy 3
Competitive breathlessness
Ghosting April
Hanging for his aunt 2
Best laid plans 9
Mika and her lover
The chair and the noose
A walk in the woods
Joyride
Mistress strangles her
Male hot tub drowning

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

As crazy as this world has gotten, I’m surprised we’re still here. Wars, natural disasters, signs in the skies (drones) and this continuous avian flu still attacking the birds, including our chickens. And I’m hearing reports all over of people being laid off from large companies. So I pray you still have your jobs.

We sure had an interesting election cycle; didn’t we. I got tired of all the political ads on the radio and in my mail. And as crazy as all this has been, I have a funny feeling things are going to get even crazier in 2025. I believe this has become our new normal, but I have a sneaking suspicion our “new normal” is going to keep deteriorating. Some people are understandably preparing for the worst.

Mom and I are not worried. For starters, I’m going to focus on my stories. I still sprinkle in some older tales I’ve edited. But I am uploading a lot of newer material written in ‘24 (including one from ‘23). And I’m going to keep focusing on mom while I still have her.

We’re eating out a couple times this week to celebrate Christmas. Our present to each other is to simply spend some time together eating and chatting. And as for the rest of it? I’m just going to sit back with some popcorn and soda and see what happens. You’ve probably guessed by now Who I’m putting my faith and hope in, and it certainly isn’t the incoming administration, although I do hope things change for the better.

I hope and pray you all have a very nice Christmas with friends and family. And have a happy New Year. Me and my stories will catch up to you in January. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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