Malaysian beheadings 3.5 (60)

On a trip through the Malaysian countryside Nadia’s bus was attacked by rebels. Everyone was ordered outside. The men were lined up along the side of the bus and shot. Nadia was among 6 women who remained.

Their arms were tightly secured behind their backs. Then they were marched through the jungle. The females whimpered as they walked for miles before they came to a grassy field.

The rebels order the women to halt. They were forced to stand together. They had no idea what was going to happen to them.

The women were stripped of all their clothing, some of the garments being cut off with knives. Then a Malaysian woman of about thirty was marched out into the middle of the field. She was forced to kneel as she faced the others.

One of the rebels had a sword which he raised. He took careful aim before he swung hard. The Malaysian woman’s head went flying, causing the other women to scream in horror.

She slowly toppled over onto her side. Her headless body went into spasms. Blood spurted out of her severed neck, staining the ground.

Her head was picked up. It was held aloft by a handful of hair. The rebels cheered their enthusiasm as the remaining women cried out in terror.

A second Malaysian woman was chosen. She was about 24. Her eyes widened in horror as she was walked out into the field.

She began crying as she shook her head. She was forced to kneel right next to the headless corpse. It was still pumping blood onto the ground.

She was turned until she was facing the remaining women. Nadia was horrified. She could not believe this was happening.

Once more the rebel took careful aim with his sword. Then he swung hard. The second Malaysian woman’s head went flying.

Her naked body slowly tipped over onto its side. It went into spasms and convulsions as blood pumped out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and picked up the head, holding it aloft for all to see as the remaining women screamed again.

The third woman taken out was a Thai woman. She had been on vacation with her fiancé who was shot back at the bus. She was only 22.

She went numb with shock as she was forced to kneel close to the dying corpse of the recently beheaded. She was forced to face the remaining females. There was a haunted look in her features.

The rebel who had become their designated executioner hefted his blade once more. He took careful aim. Then he swung hard.

Steel sliced cleanly through flesh and bone. This time the head merely toppled onto the ground. The body appeared to rise up before pitching forward chest first onto the ground

Nadia and her two companions let out cries of horror. They watched the young Thai woman spasm in her death throes. By now the two beheaded Malaysian women had ceased their twitching and convulsing.

The Thai woman’s head was lifted up by a handful of her jet black hair. The rebels cheered her demise. The remaining women simply whimpered in terror.

Nadia panted heavily for breath. Would she be next? No, it was the 36 year old Filipino who was chosen.

The poor woman opened her mouth to scream. But no sound came out. Almost immediately she went into shock.

She was taken out into the field where she was forced to kneel facing her two remaining companions. Her breasts sagged as her chest heaved. Tears streaked down her face as she numbly looked at the two women facing her.

The sword was hefted again. Then the rebel swung hard. The Filipino woman’s head flew a few feet before bouncing off the ground and rolling to a halt.

The body toppled over in the direction of the other beheaded victims. Almost immediately it went into spasms. Blood was forced out of the severed neck by the furious pumping of a dying heart.

The executioner picked up the severed head and held it high. His companions cheered. Nadia thought she was going to be ill.

She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Surely this was a horrible dream! She could not believe this was happening to her.

The rebel came over and appeared to look the last two over. Nadia closed her eyes, fearful she would be chosen next. But when she opened her eyes she saw it was the young Indonesian woman who was being taken.

The poor girl could not make herself scream anymore. What was the point? All she could do was march reluctantly out into the field to her doom.

She reached a spot next to the others. She was forced onto her knees where she weakly faced Nadia. Tears filled her eyes as she stared the stare of the condemned.

There was a brief pause. Then the sword was swung yet again. The woman’s head flew a good ten feet before it rolled to a stop.

The body toppled over and went into seizures. Blood pumped furiously out of the severed neck. The rebel went over and triumphantly picked the head up, displaying it to his comrades before casually tossing it aside into the growing pile of other heads.

He smiled as he slowly came over to retrieve Nadia. She promptly wet herself the moment he grabbed her arm. Then he took her out into the field.

She was forced to kneel next to the beheaded Indonesian woman. Nadia saw there were still little death spasms in the headless body. Blood was not pouring out of the severed neck so freely as before.

She tried to gasp for breath. Nadia began hyperventilating like crazy. She stared at the rebels looking at her, their faces filled with murderous enthusiasm.

She sensed her moment was at hand. She instinctively closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to scream. That’s when she felt the blade slice through her neck.

Her world tumbled as her head went flying. She could not open her eyes or move her lips. Then she felt herself being lifted up.

She heard more cheers from the rebels. But she could feel nothing below her neck. Was this what it felt like to be beheaded?

She was unaware her naked body had toppled over. She could not see the seizures and spasms as blood pumped out of her severed neck. The cheers began to fade away as her head was tossed with the others. Then she heard nothing at all.

(Mar 15 ’20)

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The Cylinder 4.4 (42)

I’m crouched naked in a clear glass cylinder, waiting for the inevitable. I don’t question why I’m here; that would be foolish. I know why I’m here. Mistress wants to watch me drown.

My hands are shackled to the floor of the cylinder. They are the only bonds I have. And they are the only bonds I’ll need.

All of the sudden water starts streaming into the cylinder. I gasp as it splatters all around me. Now I fully understand how she’s going to drown me as I gasp from a fearful excitement.

I pull tentatively, but my shackles won’t let me rise up. Water will eventually flow up over my head. I will have a few minutes to kill before the water kills me.

I turn to see Mistress sitting in a comfortable chair watching me. She wears a black leather dress that barely contains her breasts. There’s a drink on a small table for her to enjoy.

Her legs are crossed; she looks quite comfortable. But there’s a look in her eye, a look I know all too well. She wants to watch me drown. And today she is getting her wish.

The water slowly rises; we’re going to have a lot of time together Mistress and I. The wait is delicious agony. Her eyes flash as she sips her drink. I’m trembling with a terrible arousal.

It feels like it’s taking forever. But Mistress bides her time, enjoying every moment. I’m helpless in here and it turns her on. I call out to her, but she lifts a finger to her lips. I obediently fall silent.

The water is getting higher. I feel a building anticipation within me. I look at Mistress again, my eyes asking “Are you really going to drown me?” She reads my expression and nods with a smile.

Gawd; she’s really going through with this! I’m going to drown for my mistress! I feel more alive than ever before, knowing I’ll soon be filling my lungs with water.

I move around, testing my shackles. It sets the water to sloshing all around me. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving this cylinder alive. It’s a thought that both frightens and arouses me.

It’s been a dark desire of mine for a long, long time, a desire Mistress has shared with me. I’ve always wanted to drown, and she’s always wanted to watch me. Today we both will fulfill our fantasies.

The water rises up past my breasts. My life is ebbing away as the tank fills. No words pass between Mistress and I. Instead the room is filled only with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I look at her again but I can see the arousal in her eyes. It is building within her, just like it is building within me. Perhaps we’ll explode together in orgasm at the moment I start to drown.

I become anxious as the moment draws near. I test the shackles again. Instinctively I pull on the locking mechanism, but it is secure. Many thoughts flood my mind, and I become anxious.

I look over at Mistress again. But I see no mercy in her eyes. Instead I see rapid breathing, as though she’s enjoying my torment and uncertainty. I whimper as she brings a hand up and touches her chest.

I look up anxiously as the water continues to fill the cylinder. I’m so hot, hotter than any other time in my existence. Mistress and I have played these games before. But not like this, never like this! My heart hammers in my chest until I’m certain I’m going to explode any moment in orgasm.

I wriggle around, slipping under the falling water as it splatters my head. I cough and sputter, trying to shake it out of my eyes. I look over at Mistress but she squirms with anticipation. Is she trying to climax? Or is she trying to hold it back? What difference does it make?

Water reaches my shoulders. I’m hot despite the coolness of my surroundings. I try to compose myself, realizing a lifelong fantasy is about to be fulfilled. The day has finally arrived.

I turn and give Mistress a smile. She sees it in my face. I see a flush of arousal in her features. She knows I’ll soon be drowning in here. It really turns her on.

The water reaches my neck. Instinctively I begin struggling with the shackles again. I’m going to resist what’s about to happen to me; I can’t help myself. Mistress will get off even more as I put up a struggle, fighting against my bubbly destiny.

I work on the shackles as the water rises. My breath comes faster and faster. I feel a delicious surge of anxiety that makes my nipples incredibly hard. Mistress leans forward to watch. She’s breathing heavily. I almost cum, knowing Mistress will surely orgasm the moment I start to drown. Strangely, that thought only makes me hotter.

It’s growing uncomfortable in here. I struggle to adjust my position. But I slip, and water covers my mouth. It’s a sure sign I don’t have much longer. My heart rate quickens. I need to calm myself down so I can hold my breath for as long as I can.

I try to compose myself as the water reaches my chin. I struggle to rise up higher. But the chain pulls my hands up tight. I’m not going up any farther. The surface of the water sloshes and ripples. I hear Mistress moan softly. She must be terribly aroused at my impending demise.

I deliberately lower my mouth and nose into the water. It sends erotic chills up and down my spine, an incredible feeling more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt so alive, especially this close to the moment of my death.

I lift my head up and gasp for breath, looking over at Mistress. She’s touching herself again. Gawd, how this must be getting her off! Knowing she will cum as I drown makes me so hot. I try to compose myself again. A premature orgasm will inhibit my ability to hold my breath. I have to hold it for as long as I can before my lungs give out.

I have to tip my head back as the water continues to rise. My movements cause the surface to ripple and flow. I’m nervous, anxious, scared and aroused. Mistress leans forward and watches eagerly. Gawd; she’s really going to drown me! She’d not going to lift one finger to stop it??

I start breathing deeply, preparing myself for that one big breath-hold I will have to endure. My head will be completely submerged. There will be no more air after that. The suspense is incredible! My moans and whimpers blend with the sound of the filling cylinder.

I strain with everything I have, desperate to fill my lungs. My heart pounds in my chest. I now know I won’t be able to give Mistress a long breath-hold like I want to. I’m just too damned excited.

“Big breath, honey,” she calls out to me, the first words I have heard since this whole thing began. “Give me a really good show, baby!” Then I’m under, unable to tip my head back enough to get air.

I relax as the water continues to rise. I settle down in my watery tomb, trying to get comfortable. Soon the water will completely overwhelm me.

Mistress watches with enthusiasm, her eyes wide with excitement. I hold my breath for one minute and then for two. Bubbles leak out of my mouth, air I cannot part with. Mistress eagerly rises to her feet. I strain for all I’m worth. Gawd; my lungs want to give out!

All of the sudden I hear a flush of water. The tank is draining. The water level drops to my lower lip. I gasp for breath, my chest heaving as I refill my aching lungs. I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Mistress walks up to the cylinder as I gasp and sputter. She’s totally naked now. I don’t remember when she shed her outfit. Her nipples are incredibly hard. She’s flush from a recent orgasm. She’s breathless, a dazed look in her eyes.

She tells me, “Baby, you don’t know how hot that made me. I simply had to get more comfortable.” She shrugs as she shows off her naked body, her nips hard and her labia swollen.

“Does this mean you’re not going to…” She just shushes me.

“Oh honey; don’t worry. That was just a taste. I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your greatest fantasy. I just came over to say how sexy you’re going to look for me when you drown.”

She touches the cylinder in an affectionate gesture. Then I hear the water start filling the tank again. She pants as she tells me, “Baby; I’m going to cum so hard when you drown!”

She steps away and starts rubbing herself as the water rises. It isn’t long until I’m forced to tip my head back again. Mistress pants as she tells me, “Gawd, baby; you make me so hot!” I whimper as the erotic feelings swell within me again. This time I think she’s serious. This time I think I’m going to drown.

I tip my head back as far as I can. Will this indeed be my very last breath? Mistress furiously rubs herself, but I’m too busy judging when I should inhale for the very last time. Water laps at my lips as I fill my lungs. Then I settle in for the inevitable. Mistress eagerly watches me, her nipples hard as she frantically fingers her pussy.

2010; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’10; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa using illustrations from Waterbondage.)

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Hitchhiking kills me (m/m) 4.4 (29)

I was hitchhiking across the country. I had very little money to my name and was hoping to make it all the way to California. I figured my chances of finding work there were pretty good.

Of course I knew hitchhiking had its inherent risks. But I figured I would get along just fine. Besides, most of the stories I’d heard of hitchhiking going bad turned out to be females, especially ones with a rocky background.

I was off a freeway exit in New Mexico when a guy pulled over in an old pickup truck and opened the door. I thanked him as I got inside. He looked to be some sort of farmer, indicating I might not be going very far.

He asked all about me, and I told him my story. I didn’t think nothing of it. It was nice to have someone to chat with.

He told me he couldn’t take me very far as he was heading home. But I was welcome to ride along. He even promised a nice meal.

I began having my doubts when we pulled down a lane. There wasn’t much of a farm. In fact, the buildings looked like they hadn’t been used in a long time.

He took me right past and down a lane that looked like it was hardly ever used. He saw my expression and must have felt the need to explain. “Just need to stop out here first. I’ve got a little task to perform. Afterwards I’ll be on my way home.”

I gave him a funny look. Didn’t he mean he’d be on his way home with me? It was only then I began to question where the hell we were going.

It felt like we were out in the middle of nowhere when he finally stopped his pickup by a tree. He shut off the engine and got out. Then he reached into some sort of toolbox in the back of his vehicle.

I asked him what was going on. That’s when he produced a wicked looking handgun. He told me to get out of the pickup and strip.

I couldn’t believe it! But I could tell we were out in the middle of nowhere. If he pulled the trigger, it was possible the shot might never be heard.

I hesitantly climbed out of his vehicle. Then I began to take my clothes off. He angrily waved the gun at me as he told me to hurry up and that he didn’t have all day.

I couldn’t believe it! Was hitchhiking going to get me killed? And to think I’d trusted this guy!

I finished undressing until I was absolutely naked. The shame of standing there nude in front of him made my cock stiffen. That embarrassed me even more.

He told me to turn around and lift my hands behind my back. I did as I was told. I was afraid he might shoot me on the spot, killing me instantly. Or worse, I was afraid he might shoot me and then let me bleed out while leaving me for dead.

He secured my arms pretty tight behind my back. I thought about head-butting him, trying to knock him down. But I couldn’t guarantee getting free before he got up and shot me… or worse.

He told me to walk straight ahead over to the tree. There was a strange rock lying on the ground underneath a branch. It was flat on one side, big enough to stand upon. But it was rounded on the other side, making it hard to balance upon if one stood on the flat side.

He told me to stop right there at the rock. I obeyed his instructions. Then I turned back to look at him.

The gun was no longer visible. Perhaps it was in a pocket or he’d left it back at the pickup. What I did see was a length of rope in his arms.

“What’s that for?” I wanted to know. He just smiled as he threw a part of it over the branch above me. The end that came down was in the shape of a noose.

My heart immediately leapt into my throat. I blurted out, “Oh, HELL NO!” Instinctively I started to run, only for him to knock me to the ground.

He was taller than me, and he definitely outweighed me. It wasn’t much of a struggle. He soon had me back on my feet.

He dragged me back to the tree where he pulled the noose down and looped it around my head. I found myself panting heavily for breath. The fear was making my cock even more erect.

I stammered, “Wh-why are you doing this to me??”

“My daughter picked up a hitchhiker once. He killed her, dumped her body by the side of the road, and then took off with her car.”

“That sure as hell wasn’t me!” I blurted out, trying to work up some outrage.

“Oh, I know it wasn’t, son. I hanged that bastard. Then I met another hitchhiker, and I hanged him too. I keep hearing my daughter’s voice in my head, telling me to hang another one… and then another. So you see, I’ve sort of adapted it as a hobby now. Besides… I like to see ‘em kick and dance.”

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. “Wait; you don’t have to hang me! We can make a deal! You can have all the money I got!”

“I don’t care about your money, son. Oh, I’ll go through your pockets when I’m done. I just get my kicks hanging guys like you.”

“No… please!”

He pulled on the free end of the rope. It made me shuffle around on my bare feet until that rock appeared right next to me. He chuckled as he told me, “I’d step up on that if I were you.”

I shook my head, trying to find some way out of the situation. But I couldn’t think of any. Besides, I was already noosed and bound.

I carefully stepped up onto the rock when he kept pulling on the rope I ended up with both feet upon it. It did me very little good, especially since it was so damned hard to balance upon.

I angrily blurted out, “Go to hell!” He smiled as he told me, “You first.” Then he added more tension to the rope.

I rasped as he pulled me up onto my toes. It made my cock stiffen even more. The fear and the shame were almost more than I could bear… not that I could do anything about either one.

My cock was shamefully hard. He smiled at me as he told me, “Your neck might not like what’s coming. But I’d say your cock sure as hell does.”

The rock kept tipping one way and then the other. I shuffled around a little, almost losing it. Then I watched in horror as the farmer tied off the end of the rope around the trunk of the tree, leaving me straining to breathe from the constricting coil around my neck.

My cock dripped and oozed. It was humiliating as hell. The shame of it all was that a small part of me actually wanted a little release.

The farmer pulled his pants down, revealing a growing erection. Now mine is a pretty fair size. But his was a couple inches longer. It was also thicker.

He stood there stroking in front of me. I rasped as I struggled to maintain my balance upon the rock. Then he grinned sinisterly at me as he told me, “Son? You’re making me so horny that I think I’m going to have to do a little something special about it.”

What the hell was he talking about? Then he stepped forward. That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to like what was coming next.

He stepped up right behind me. Then I felt him push his dick up against my ass. I let out a cry as I shook my head. But it did no good.

He raped me good and hard with that dick of his. Worse, he reached around and stroked mine the entire time. It didn’t take much before I shamefully spurted my load out into the air and onto the ground.

He thought that was amusing as hell. Then I lost my footing on the rock. Or maybe he pushed it out of the way.

A moment later I found myself trying to kick. The whole time, my ass was impaled by his erection. My struggles to breathe resulted in my butt clenching around his shaft until I felt a creamy load pump deep inside me.

He pulled out of me, which only made things worse. Now I was only supported by the noose around my neck. It made the agony a thousand times worse.

I kicked and swung, my dripping cock twitching and bouncing as it remained stiff. I heard him tell me what a thrill it was to see me enjoy my hanging. I didn’t think it was much of a thrill, even though my dick stayed hard.

I struggled to pull in just a sliver of air. The harder I kicked, the tighter the noose became. The farmer’s erection had not softened in the slightest.

He came up to me and jerked on my cock as he tugged on his. The noose strangled the life out of me until I was hardly kicking anymore. All I wanted was for him to end my suffering.

He jerked another cum out of my twitching shaft. I oozed cream all over his fingers. My face felt flushed, and my head was pounding.

He came closer and partially knelt in front of me. “You were a good one, son. So I’m going to take pity on you.”

What did he mean by that? Was he going to let me down? I could only hope so.

I felt his lips wrap around my still straining erection. I twitched in his mouth, feeling a final flush of shame and humiliation. Stray muscles fired as I attempted to make my body respond to my commands.

I started to lose feeling down in my toes and then my legs. I finally felt my cock ooze more cream. He sucked and slurped it down until I couldn’t feel my dick anymore.

My vision cratered in around the edges. Then it faded fast as my lungs screamed in my chest. I thought I could feel my heart beating slower and slower.

I was unconscious as he sucked the last of my cream out of my dick. Then he went behind me to enjoy my ass one last time. Thankfully I was gone before his cock went off in my ass for a second time.

9-25-21 Inspired by the drawing I found on the Internet

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Paola’s last tease 3.8 (18)

We paid a visit to a topless beach. It was your idea. You knew how much I liked the water.

You removed your top. I lotioned you down. You were a tease as you lounged on a beach chair while sunning yourself

You smiled as you looked at the bulge in my Speedos. You finally suggested we go for a swim. I think you wanted to turn me on even more.

Together we walked along the sand to the water’s edge. You playfully caressed my bulge. Then we waded out into the water.

We went out until we were in about five feet of water. You began taking deep breaths and then started swimming back and forth underwater between my legs. Each time you touched and caressed my bulge as you swam under me.

You were playful the entire time. You loved teasing me. Then you offered to do a little breath-holding for me.

You submerged and slid between my legs. You looked up at me as water flooded your sinuses. You did not mind as you blew bubbles up at me.

You reached out to play with my bulge again. My cock was stiff underneath my Speedos. You loved being the reason for my erection.

You surfaced and gasped for breath. Then you filled your lungs before submerging again. This time you pulled my Speedos down off my legs. You must have been thinking about keeping them just to embarrass me as I walked out of the water nude.

You grabbed my erection, stroking me as you bubbled underwater. Then you came up for another breath. You smiled teasingly as you filled your lungs before submerging again.

Once more you slipped between my legs. Then you blew bubbles up against my cock. You stroked it, enjoying how I twitched in your hand.

You released your breath before you stood up. You playfully asked if we should go back to shore while leaving me with an erection. Then you submerged again.

You slipped between my legs. Then you licked and kissed my cock. You were still teasing me, enjoying the way I twitched and stiffened.

You stroked me as you blew bubbles at my cock and balls. Then you surfaced again. You laughed as you saw the agony in my expression.

You chuckled as you asked, “Am I teasing you?” Then you submerged again. You slid between my legs where you began playing with my cock again.

You kissed and licked it, your eyes twinkling as you smiled up at me. You took the tip of my cock into your mouth, releasing bubbles out of your nose. Then you stood up.

You laughed as you saw how aroused I’d become. You loved being the reason for my erection. Then you took a breath before submerging again.

Back down you went between my legs. Once more you blew bubbles against my cock. You licked the shaft before taking the tip of it into your mouth.

You smiled up at me as bubbles trickled out of your nose. You sucked a little more, taking more of my erection into your mouth. Then you released bubbles before you stood up.

You laughed as you said, “Let’s go back to shore and lie in the sun.”

I had a different idea. I told you, “Let’s stay out here until you’ve finished what you started.”

You laughed as you grabbed my hand to lead me back to shore. I grabbed you and forced your head down into the water, your body between my legs. Then I grabbed your head, making you suck my cock deep as I fucked your skull.

You moaned and bubbled. You loved teasing me. Originally you wanted to make me wait, perhaps teasing me without ultimately satisfying my needs. I decided I would wait no longer.

You tried to stop sucking. I forced my cock deeper down your throat. You gagged up bubbles.

You began to struggle. You were running out of breath. Your struggles only aroused me more.

I groped your breasts with one hand while making you suck my cock with the other. Your chest began to heave. Your lungs were almost empty.

You began to resist me. You tried to get out from between my legs. I clamped my legs together, locking you in place.

Your feet kicked as your hands pushed against me. You lost more bubbles as I fucked your mouth nice and deep. Your eyes opened wide in horror.

You tried to shake your head. I kept you firmly in place. Then you gulped as you swallowed water.

You began to thrash about. It made my cock really hard in your mouth. Then you started drowning.

You hitched and gurgled as you struggled in my grasp. I looked down and saw how sexy you looked as you drowned between my legs. My cock went off in your mouth, forcing you to swallow as well as inhale my cum.

Your body spasmed and convulsed before you finally stopped struggling. You stared up at me with lifeless eyes. Streamers of my cum leaked out of your gaping mouth, clinging to your lips.

I stared at your topless, drowned body, admiring how sexy you looked. I enjoyed your death stare. Then I pushed you away in disgust.

Cum swirled out of your mouth. You looked up with lifeless eyes. But I had no sympathy for a tease like you.

The tide began to carry your body out to sea. I calmly pulled my Speedos back up my legs. Then I waded back to shore, knowing the great Italian tease named Paola would never tease anyone again. In fact, it would be the last time you would ever be seen again as the sea carried you out to your final resting place.

2019 (written for Paola Aug 17 ’19 by riwa)

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Dottie and the Flamethrower 4.4 (19)

Note: this is a re-edited story from 2014.

Dottie awakened with no knowledge of how she’d gotten there. All she knew was that she was in a cold metal room and she was completely naked.

Her arms were stretched above her head as she looked up at her situation. Her wrists were attached to some sort of chain that came down from the ceiling. She couldn’t understand why they were keeping her like this.

Down below, she saw that her feet were chained as well. Someone wanted her chained, naked and helpless in here. Dottie felt a shiver of dread ripple through her body. What was going to happen to her??

She looked up and anxiously tugged on the chains above her. They rattled but did not shake free. This did not bode well and she felt a surge of panic swell within her.

She looked all around, but the room seemed empty. There was a door but nothing else. “HEY; I’M IN HERE!” she hollered out. “SOMEBODY?? ANYBODY??”

The door suddenly opened and someone walked in. Dottie couldn’t tell if it was male or female. They were in some sort of hazmat suit.

“Please; you’ve got to help me,” she called out. But the person inside appeared unsympathetic. Couldn’t they even hear her??

She watched the individual walk over to a gas can she had not noticed before. The can was picked up and brought over to her. Then to her utter horror the contents were poured all over her.

Dottie screamed in terror as the aroma of petrol filled the room. The bloody individual had actually poured gasoline all over her! What the hell was going on? Why were they doing this to her??

Something about this whole thing seemed terribly familiar, although she couldn’t quite place it. “Please!” she begged, whimpering pitifully. “Please let me go!” There was no response.

She watched in alarm as he strapped a big canister upon his back, one he had brought in with him. She didn’t know why, but she strongly suspected it was a male underneath that outfit. To her utter horror he lifted up the end of a metal pole and pointed it right at her.

“No; WAIT!” she cried out, sensing something very bad was about to happen. A moment later fire lashed out from the end of the metal rod toward her. Dottie shrieked in terror as it blasted against her chest.

She screamed in agony as her body was engulfed by the flames. For a moment the flamethrower was turned off as though he wanted to see the results of his efforts. But he needn’t have worried. Her body was completely engulfed, burning from the petrol he had covered her with.

Dottie shrieked in mortal agony as her flesh crackled and began to burn. Then she was aware of him pointing the flamethrower at her again. More fire leapt out in her direction.

She tried to scream but couldn’t get any air through her vocal chords. She struggled against her bonds, but she couldn’t get free. The chains kept her in place as fire hungrily consumed her naked flesh until he turned off the flamethrower. It was no longer necessary since her body continued to burn hotly from the addition of the petrol.

Dottie writhed and squirmed but there was no escape. She tried to scream, only to breathe in the flames. Fire rushed down her throat, searing her lungs. She could actually feel her flesh melting off her bones.

She pulled against the chains above that bound her hands toward the ceiling. It proved to be a futile gesture. The metal burned into her wrists from the excessive heat as the flames hungrily devoured her outstretched arms.

Dottie slumped as her murderer watched dispassionately. Her body writhed in agony as though she had been dipped into the very fires of hell itself. She did not see the look in his eyes, nor did she ever discover the reason for his burning her.

The only sound remaining was the crackling of the flames. Her body sagged further, blackening as she continued to burn. It had been an utterly agonizing death…

“IIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Dottie awakened to the sound of her screaming in orgasm. Somehow she had rolled out of bed onto the floor and was writhing around as if she was literally on fire. She was cumming so hard she could hardly think straight.

She panted heavily as she tried to get her breath back. She felt dazed and weak all over. “Bloody hell!” she blurted out. “I have GOT to stop watching those movies with those burning scenes before bedtime.” Then she groggily made her way to her feet before stumbling into the bathroom to clean herself up…

2014; 2018 (written for and inspired by Dottie Jun 28 ’14; ed. Nov 20 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene from the movie “Don’t Go In The House (1980). Vidcaps are from said movie and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (5)

Coming March rewards

A ghost story about Whittaker manor.
Women in peril shorts.
Laura’s final pose
More of the story to Donna’s shore leave.
The consequences of snooping.
Rapunzel hangs her contemporaries.
I dreamed I drowned them (3).
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A JustPaul illustrated pool story.
The hogtied snoop.
The concluding chapter to the Russian Roulette gameshow.
Oh yeah… and another Girl’s night out chapter. You’d think I’d be getting close to finishing that by now.

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

Mom is doing so much better. Understandably, she has more energy. We take trips into town for shopping, doctor appointments, and to just get out of the house whenever she’s experiencing cabin fever. But no trips out of the house today. As of the moment I’m typing this, it’s -13 outside.

I don’t suppose anyone would care to trade weather with us for a little while, would they? No takers? Oh well. Thanks for being my patrons, even if you do want to keep that warmer weather for yourselves.

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Dolly 4.2 (31)

I don’t know when I finally realized I was nothing more to Dolly than a human ATM machine. I must have pumped hundreds of dollars her way in an effort to get her to fall in love with me. But I never got a single blowjob for all the money I gave her, not even a kiss.

She had no problem calling on me whenever she needed a ride. And I was too stupid to say no. Every time I jumped to obey I told myself, “This will be the time she finally notices how much I love her.” Each time I ended up disappointed.

A couple of times I almost managed to pull myself away from her. But she would always dangle a carrot in front of me whenever she needed help or a ride or money for some gas or utilities. It was so damned hard to let go.

I finally told myself, “no more”. But she needed a ride out to her grandmother’s cabin. Could I please take her out? Her car was in the shop and wouldn’t be ready until next week.

Once more I fell for it. So I drove her out of the city. She didn’t even act all that thankful. It was as though I owed it to her for some reason.

I heard complaints the whole trip out about how much her life sucked. Her recent boyfriend had turned out to be a louse, and she was losing her job. Instead of ignoring her like I should have, I only ended up giving her the validation she craved.

We finally arrived at her grandmother’s cabin. I probably should have left her there and just headed back. But naturally I asked if she needed a ride back.

She gave me a funny look before telling me no. She said she wouldn’t need another ride from me ever again. Her response caught me totally off guard.

She told me there was a beer in the fridge and to help myself. She was going out back to take care of a few things. She said not to wait up.

I went to the fridge to see if she was lying. Sure enough, there was a lone beer sitting in there. I was surprised she had actually offered something to me. Surely she would want it all to herself, right?

Curiosity made me head out back to see what she was up to. But she was nowhere in sight. Where the hell had she gone??

I went out looking for her. I was going to call out. That’s when it occurred to me she might not want me following her around.

My first thought was why. Was she going out to meet some new guy? Did she already have another ride arranged? It wouldn’t have surprised me one bit as she was quite the slut… well, with everyone but me.

I went around looking for her. I wanted to see who this new guy was. I wanted to know who else she was fucking besides me.

I wasn’t very attractive, and I wasn’t all that muscular. But I had enough money for her to keep asking for favors. She never once paid any of it back. She just kept dangling the promise of an intimate encounter someday, one which never came through.

I don’t know why she kept turning me down. She’d hit the wall and was gaining weight. The guys she dated only wanted to get into her pants. That was all she seemed to be good for to them. At least that’s what she complained about to me.

I finally tracked her down, and boy was I surprised! She was in the forest naked except for a pair of panties. Her clothes had been strewn all over the ground as though she just didn’t care anymore.

She was standing by a tall, square post with a 4×4 section of wood across the top in the shape of a T. A rope dangled from one side or the T. The rope looked as though it had been made in the form of a noose.

There was a wooden chair standing right underneath the rope. I watched her climb up onto the chair and put the noose around her neck. Then she fastened something to her wrists behind her back. I assumed it was handcuffs or something.

Instinct made me rush forward. “Dolly; WAIT! Don’t hang yourself!”

Her tone surprised me as she glared sternly at me. “Roland, what the hell are you doing out here?”

“Dolly, what the fuck are you doing??”

“I’m hanging myself, you idiot! What does it look like I’m doing?”

“But why?”

“My life is miserable. I’m sick and tired of being rejected. Why can’t I get a good guy? They always want to pump and dump.”

I couldn’t help myself; I was still being kind of a simp… “Dolly, I love you!”

“But I don’t love you, Roland. I never have and I never will.”

“You’re going to hang yourself just like that?”

“Just like that, Roland.”

“And you’re not even going to fuck me just this once?”

“I could never fuck you, Roland. I’m not attracted to you. I’ve never been attracted to you.”

“What about all the times I gave you money? What about all the times I gave you rides?”

“You guys are all alike. You do something nice for a girl and then you expect to get into her pants. All men are assholes. There are no more nice guys out there.”

“You’re staring at one, you stupid bitch!”

“I could never marry you, Roland. Hell, I don’t even like you!”

“After all I’ve done for you? You mean I’m nothing more to you than a glorified ATM machine??”

“That’s about the size of it, Roland.” At least she was honest about it.

Something snapped inside me. Maybe it was hearing her finally admit it after all those years. Maybe it was just seeing her standing there with her hands behind her back and a noose around her neck.

I thought about watching her hang herself to death. That’s when my cock began to stir. I was amazed how turned on I was becoming.

It was at that point I finally figured out how I was going to “get into her pants”. I motioned grandly. “Go right ahead, Dolly. Go ahead and hang yourself. I’ll just fuck every hole you’ve got after you’re dead.”

She looked at me incredulously. “You asshole! You wouldn’t!”

“What do you care? You’re going to be dead anyway!” Amazingly I could feel my cock swelling at the thought of watching her kick her life away in the noose and then fucking her corpse.

Hesitation flashed in her eyes. “I… Roland, I don’t know.” Then she anxiously tugged on her handcuffs.

“Roland, I’ve changed my mind. Get me down from here, ok?”

“Do it yourself, bitch!” My words astonished her. Hell, they even astonished me!

Her eyes flew open as she gasped, “Roland??” Then she anxiously jerked on her wrists again before telling me, “Stop fooling around and get me down from here!”

“You didn’t expect anyone to come back here and find you, did you? When you climbed onto that chair and put your head in that noose you didn’t have any plans for coming back down; am I right? So go ahead! Hang yourself, you stupid bitch! I won’t stop you!” By now my cock was really throbbing in my pants.

Dolly was horrified. “Roland, get me down from here right this instant!”

“Where are the keys to your cuffs, Dolly?”

She shook her head. “I… I didn’t bring any. I didn’t… I mean… c’mon, Roland; get me down from here! Get me down and I’ll do anything you want!”

“How many times have I heard that one before?”

“C’mon, Roland! This isn’t funny!”

“You’re the one who got yourself up there, Dolly! Get yourself down!”

She struggled some more with the cuffs behind her back. Then she wailed, “I CAN’T!”

“Just step off the chair, Dolly. Step off the chair and all your worries will be over.”

“Roland, you asshole! Get me down from here!”

“Gladly!”

Relief flooded her features as I stepped forward. Then I put my foot on the seat of the chair. That’s when the color drained from her face.

“Roland; NO! I’ll fuck you if you’ll get me down from here!”

“I’m already going to do that after you hang to death, bitch!” Then I kicked the chair over.

She let out a cry as the noose took her weight. I quickly stepped back as her feet tried to kick at me. Then she began to shimmy and shake in the noose.

Damn; that did it! My cock was uncomfortably erect in my pants. I loosened my belt, pulled my pants down along with my briefs and then took it out.

Dolly kicked as she jerked her arms behind her back. With her weight I was concerned she might hang herself too quickly. But the noose was nice and thick. It was going to take her a little while to die.

She put on one hell of a dance. She jerked and twisted as her legs went this way and that. She shimmied and twisted as she swung back and forth in the noose.

It’s amazing how aroused I became. My cock was hard and stiff the entire time. Instinctively I stroked myself as I smiled at her.

“Damn, Dolly! You look sexy as hell hanging like that. Your nipples are really hard. Watching you hang to death is worth all the money I ever gave you, all the rides I took you on and all the meals I bought for you.”

She rasped and gurgled as she looked at me in horror. She tried to kick in my direction. It just made my cock throb all the more.

Her knees came together as she did a little bunny hop. Then she shimmied again. It set her to twisting in place as momentum made her sway back and forth.

The longer I watched, the more aroused I became. I wasn’t really going to take advantage of her dead body, was I? That was all talk, right? But the more I thought about it the more I decided I might as well enjoy myself like I’d told her. Besides, I might never get another chance with her.

For the first time I began to see her for what she truly was. She’d really put on a lot of weight. I don’t know how she expected some guy to sweep her off her feet and marry her, what with all the men she’d fucked in her life.

Seeing her in a new light made me lose all my attraction for her. But what I lost was compensated by the way she struggled in the noose. There was just something sexy about the way she was kicking and struggling all naked except for her panties.

“Not much longer, Dolly,” I told her as I stroked my cock. “Soon I’m going to enjoy all those holes you’ve been withholding from me. I’m so glad you decided to allow me to bring you out here so you could hang yourself for me. I really appreciate it.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Had my words registered? It looked like she was trying to move her lips.

I saw her tongue protrude. She got the shimmies all over again. Her legs looked all stiff. Then she relaxed as though she’d grown tired of the whole thing.

I saw fluid start to drip from her crotch. Had she pissed herself? Or had she experienced something sexual? I figured it didn’t really matter.

She began to settle down until I saw sporadic muscles fire. Her arms and legs twitched a little. Even her toes wriggled a little bit.

I walked all around to look at her. I saw folds in her skin from where she’d been putting on weight. For some reason she had these red sleeves on her arms.

I walked up to her and stuck my cock between her legs. I masturbated between them as I looked at her. Then my cock went off.

I pulled back and sprayed her lower legs. For the first time ever I’d actually gotten to use her body for a sexual release. And I intended to enjoy many more such releases with her corpse.

I pulled her panties down. Then I felt her pussy. It was nice and wet.

I rubbed and groped her breasts as she dangled there. I ran my hands all over her, enjoying feeling every inch of her body. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard again.

I set the chair upright and climbed aboard. I reached up to free the rope from the top of the post. It came loose, allowing her naked body to crumple onto the ground.

I picked her up and bent her over the seat of the chair face down. I went around in front of her and pushed my cock in past her lips. She willingly “sucked my dick” with no complaints.

“How many cocks have been inside your mouth, Dolly? I’ll bet you’ve sucked a lot of dick, am I right?”

I thrust nice and hard between her lips. If felt wonderful. One of my lifelong dreams was finally coming true.

I took my sweet time fucking her mouth. I thrust hard, shoving my cock deep down her throat. She never once gagged or complained.

I left a nice load before I pulled out. Then I went around back. She still had two more holes with no waiting.

I pulled her soaked panties down. Then I thrust my softening dick into her pussy. It was warm and wet.

I gave her a nice, steady fuck, my cock hardening back up as I enjoyed her dead body. It was unbelievable how turned on I was while fucking her corpse. She’d been a bitch to me the whole time she was alive. Now she was warm and willing.

I thanked her for hanging herself for me. Then I left a smaller load up her cunt. Now it was time to enjoy her ass.

I slapped it several times. Then I pushed my way inside. I was just hard enough to penetrate.

I was so turned on fucking her corpse that I hardened right back up. I thrust nice and slow up her ass, savoring the moment. Her naked body rocked with each thrust.

I’m not sure how I managed cumming yet again. Perhaps it was because of the uniqueness of fucking a corpse. Anyway, I left a nice load deep up her butt.

When I was through I thought about it for a long moment. How difficult would it be to string her back up? I decided it might be a good idea, being as how she’d intended to be found dangling back here in this clearing by the woods.

I worked like hell to get her strung back up. She was awkward and heavy, and I cursed her much of the time. But somehow I managed. Then I tipped the chair over as though she’d kicked it over.

When I was done she just dangled there quietly. Her mouth gaped open from when I’d fucked it, my cream on her tongue and hanging from her lips. She had this incredible death stare that really turned me on.

I made sure her panties were pulled back on. They were soaked with urine and from my cum leaking out of her holes. I smiled as I told her, “Ok, Dolly. I’m going to leave your clothes right where you left them. I suppose you would have wanted it that way.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk you out of hanging yourself. I’m sorry you felt this was the only way out. But I totally respect your decision.”

“I think I can say with all certainly that I’m no longer in love with you. I see you for the bitch you truly are. But I understand why so many guys wanted to fuck you. It’s just too bad you couldn’t find a nice guy like me to settle down with.”

I heard a rumble from off in the distance. I turned to see the horizon darkening. Light flickered within the gathering clouds. It was time to leave.

“Time for us to say our goodbyes, Dolly. I really enjoyed fucking your corpse. Thanks for finally allowing me to be intimate with you this one time.”

She didn’t say a word. She just dangled there quietly. It dawned on me I really preferred her this way. Then I turned and headed back to the cabin. I wanted to get down off the mountain before the storm hit.

2020 (written Mar 16 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders created by C. Mike Hunt which I included as illustrations.)

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Her lover’s icy embrace 4.3 (19)

Note: a re-edited story from 2007.

Her fingers are numb, but the hole is finally cut, the ice removed. It’s roughly four foot in diameter. It gives her access to the frigid waters of the lake below from a hole large enough to slip into and then crawl out of.

As she looks down into the water, she feels a familiar warmth in her loins over what she is planning on doing. A thrill of excitement runs up her spine. Then she makes her way back to the tent she’s set up on the edge of the lake.

Dropping the axe, she steps through the oval opening and feels the heat from the space heater. It’s nice and warm compared to the air outside, a brisk 19 above. She was fortunate to find enough extension cord to bring the tent and the space heater this far out from the house.

She strips out of her layers of protective clothing, anxious to go for a quick skinny-dip. Her friends would think her nuts if they knew about this. Perhaps she is.

She sheds layer after layer of clothing. This is such a strong part of her that she believes she would die if she couldn’t entertain her deep, dark desires every now and then. Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night after dreaming about it, the sheets wet between her legs.

It isn’t long until she’s completely nude. She shivers excitedly, but not because of the cold penetrating the thin walls of her tent despite the space heater. It’s because of her planned swim.

She knows how cold this brief little swim is going to be. But she can’t help herself. She’s come too far, gone through quite a bit of effort.

She steps back out through the opening to the tent, eager to get into the water. It will be no longer than a minute or so. But that will be long enough.

She sees her breath mist in front of her. She quickly sets out toward the hole she cut in the ice. Her bare feet protest as goose bumps break out all over her body.

It’s only a few short steps down to the waterline. Bare feet come in contact with the layer of ice that covers the lake. She must hurry before her feet become numb.

She goes as fast as she can across the ice, trying not to lose her footing. She glances all around, wondering if anyone notices a naked young woman making a mad dash across the lake. But where she lives is isolated. No one will see her out here unless they are outside using binoculars.

This has been on her mind for weeks. She’s planned accordingly. Now she can’t wait any longer. She desperately wants to get wet.

The hole is several yards out. She wants to be in water in a depth well over her head. Her breath catches in her throat as the sun shines down on her naked body.

She trembles as she approaches the opening she’s cut into the frozen surface. She shivers again, but not from the brisk temperature. In mere moments she will be submerged, enveloped in the bracing arms of her one true love.

She can barely contain her enthusiasm. Her nipples are hard with excitement. She feels moisture between her legs, a moisture that will freeze if she tarries too long outside the tent and the space heater.

She reaches the hole and looks down into the water. It’s so cold that a very thin layer of ice has already appeared. She pauses with uncertainty.

Does she really want to drop right in, not knowing what awaits her in the water below? How thick is the new layer of ice? If she’s going to get wet, she’d better do it now.

She chooses to enter slowly. She sits down on the edge of the hole, sticking her feet into the water. She inhales sharply before blurting out, “Oh, SHIT – THAT’S COLD!”

Her legs dangle in the frigid water. Her ass numbs from the cold ice she sits upon. Her first thought is to get the hell out. But she wants to be submerged, if only for a minute.

She inhales sharply, pushing herself off the edge before she can change her mind. A moment later she’s completely submerged. The numbing cold embraces her naked body, causing her lungs to contract.

The warmth in her loins increases. She skulls with her hands, working herself deeper. Air streams out of her nose as her lungs heave in protest.

Her body screams at her to get out of the freezing cold liquid. She kicks hard for the opening illuminated by the sun. She bursts up in one fluid motion and pushes herself out of the freezing water onto her feet while gasping for breath.

“SHIT – SHIT – SHIT… Oh, FUCK – THAT’S COLD!”

She dances across the ice just as fast as her legs will carry her. Several times she nearly loses her footing. Dripping water glistens off her body, threatening to freeze to her skin.

She reaches the shore and makes a mad dash to the opening of her tent. She feels a welcome blast of heat as she slips inside. Then she snatches up a towel and frantically starts drying herself off.

An amusing thought crosses her mind. If only the Polar Bear Club could see her now. What would they say if they knew she was planning on going back out?

The warmth in her loins has increased. She wants a second swim, another dip in icy water. One more might be just enough to satisfy her.

Tossing the towel aside, she takes a deep breath before dashing out the opening of her tent. She can’t wait to jump once more into her lover’s icy embrace. She trembles from a perverse arousal.

She’s on the ice again, tip-toeing on the balls of her feet just as fast as she can go. She hurries toward the opening cut in the ice. When it comes into view she doesn’t hesitate.

She lets out a cry as she leaps into the hole. She hits the hole with a splash. Then she’s fully submerged again…

Oh, FUCK!

The numbing cold is a shock to her system. She burbles as she looks at the murky darkness all around her. Dark brown strands swirl around her head as bubbles trickle out of her nose.

She hugs herself while releasing a stream of bubbles. Her torso gently humps against an invisible lover. Her nipples protrude significantly out of her breasts from the intense cold of the lake.

Her body screams at her again to get the hell out of the water. She releases her breath as she kicks upward. Then her head bursts out of the water.

Thin panels of ice fracture all around her as though she’s just shattered a window. She gasps wildly for breath, the cold penetrating straight through to her lungs. It’s time to get out.

Grabbing the edge of her hole, she pushes herself up out of the water. She flops onto the ice on her chest, numbing her all-but-frozen breasts. Then she’s back on her feet.

She slips and slides as she dashes back to the tent. She pants loudly for breath, her body demanding the warmth of the tent and the functioning space heater. The blast of heat coming through the opening feels welcome as she slips inside and finds her towel.

She dries herself off rapidly, an ache building in her loins. She pauses again, thinking the unthinkable. Damn; two trips are just not enough, not nearly enough!

She wants to cum underwater. And she wants her icy lover to do it all by himself, holding her in his cold embrace. The thought of being entombed in his frozen depths drives her wild with desire.

A moment later she feels warm enough. Then it’s one last dash back outside. She must be insane!

She rushes down until she reaches the hole. This time she leaps high. Then she hits the water with a splash.

This plunge takes her even deeper. She feels herself sinking in the icy darkness. The warmth inside her swells toward that desired eruption of pleasure.

She sinks farther down, looking up at the hole of life cut into the surface above her. It sends erotic shivers rippling through her. Ominous thoughts of “what if?” fuel her lusts.

Her clit and pussy are numb, her nipples painfully erect. But the fire within is undeniable. This time she’ll stay until she’s satisfied.

She makes herself to stay down longer this time. She watches with delight as the air she releases swirls to the surface. Heaving lungs indicate it’s time to return to the surface.

She kicks upward, but it’s not as easy as before. Every dive tempts her icy lover. Every time she submerges makes him try to hold on tighter.

He works to sap her strength, wanting to claim her for his own. She giggles excitedly, sending a flurry of bubbles to the surface. She swims up until her head breaks the water, spreading a growing mish-mash of broken ice panes around the surface.

Once more she’s out of the hole, dashing back toward the tent and the heater. She’s eager to warm up so she can do it all over again. She can no longer contain herself.

For the fourth time, a nude young woman dashes across the surface of the lake. She jumps into a hole in the ice, a squeal of glee cutting across the lake. For the fourth time a naked female body hits the water with a splash and sinks in a froth of bubbles.

For the fourth time she hugs herself tight, thrusting with her torso and fucking her watery lover as the excitement builds inside her. For the fourth time she sinks a little deeper… stays submerged a little longer. And for the fourth time she kicks up for the surface unfulfilled.

Her body quivers excitedly as it begs her lover for the release she craves. But once more she’s been teased, told to come back and try again. Is her lover seducing her, dangerously lowering her guard?

She breaks up through the gathering ice shards and pulls herself out, a little more slowly this time. The ice is accumulating; she really needs to clear it away. But her mind is awash with arousal

Her desire to return to her lover’s icy depths is strong. She needs to feel his cold, clammy touch all over her naked body yet again. She desperately wants to orgasm. Clearing the ice will have to wait.

Her run back to the tent is not quite so fast this time. It still feels good when she enters. But it is not quite as warm.

Her feet are growing numb. It takes longer to thaw them out. It’s the same with her arms and legs.

Her chest feels heavy. She suspects her time is just about done. But she wants one or two more before she calls it quits.

She wants to cum and she’s getting oh, so close! She can almost hear her lover calling out to her. She remembers how his cold, seductive grasp feels on her body.

“Fucking hell!”  Then she’s running back out the tent onto the ice. Her heart pounds excitedly in her chest.

There’s the hole and she leaps in, crashing through the icy surface. The air froths around her body. Bubbles brush sensuously over her skin.

She shudders as she allows herself to sink deeper and deeper. She warps her arms around herself and squeezes her breasts together, burbling pleasurably. She feels her lover’s cold brush on her clit.

There’s an icy caress between her labia. She thrusts her hips out again, fucking the water hard and fast. This time she wants it.

Her lungs ache, the cold contracting them painfully. But she pushes herself even longer this time. The fire within aches for an outlet…

…and still her lover mocks her… denies her…

Her lungs scream in protest. She kicks upward, noticing how numb she’s become. Then she’s at the surface, panting for a warm breath of air.

She weakly pushes through the gathering ice, wearily pulling herself out. She gets to her feet and makes her way back to the tent. She feels disappointment.

A cloud blocks the sun. Her lover is toying with her, teasing her with the promise of release, only to sadistically withhold it. She’s cold and frustrated.

Somewhere inside is a ball of pleasure that wants to explode outward. She wants to feed that smoldering mass. But she’s colder now, her body growing numb.

She enters the tent and picks up a third unused towel. She was careful to bring out several. Then she starts to dry herself.

The numbness does not go away as rapidly as before. She looks out the tent opening at the hole in the ice. Then she sighs with longing.

“Is this it?” she wonders aloud. “Is it time to go back to the house?” She’s so cold; her nipples, clit and labia so numb. If only…

She moves close to the space heater, trying to warm her body parts. She glances out the tent flap at the hole in the ice. She’s sure she can her lover calling to her.

Come out just once more time. Only one more and I will give you what you desire.

Her body trembles with longing. A part of her knows she’s thoroughly chilled. She really needs to go inside and call it a day. But she can’t stop staring out the tent flap.

She feels the warmth blossom inside her yet again. She can hear her lover calling to her

Just once more. One more and I will grant you what you seek. Come to me, my beloved – there’s still time. You can do it – you are young and strong. Quickly now… before the sun goes down…

She quivers erotically. Her eyes glaze over as though she’s in a trance. She mentally calculates the ice floating in the hole has not thickened to the danger point yet.

She’s still numb, even though she’s almost dry. She’s young and strong; she has the strength for one more trip. But this will be the very last one. Knowing that will help trigger the release she craves.

The sun abruptly comes out from behind the clouds. It spreads its rays everywhere. Clearly it’s a positive sign.

A thrill of arousal runs down her spine. She imagines herself plunging once more into her lover’s icy embrace. That’s when she steps out of the tent.

She walks down to the edge of the lake and heads toward the hole with purpose. She doesn’t acknowledge how numb she really is. She can barely feel her feet as she walks across the ice.

When she comes to the hole she is surprised at how much ice has accumulated. That’s when she hesitates. Then she hears him calling to her.

She feels that familiar warmth inside her. Without even realizing what she is doing, she leaps into the hole. She breaks through with a crash, shocked at how much ice has collected.

…just as the sun ducks behind a cloud…

OHMYGAWD – IT’S FUCKING COLD!

Her eyes widen in surprise; it’s not what she expected. The warmth returns to her loins. It’s always there whenever she’s underwater. But this time everything feels different.

She looks up and sees not the familiar brilliance of the sunlight reflecting off the icy shards in the hole. Instead, she sees a grey dreariness. And she feels heavy. She’s sinking, her body numb all over.

Burbling with alarm she starts pulling toward the surface, kicking numbly with her legs. But it’s slow going. Then she loses a burst of air.

She watches it swirl up to the surface. Only it alarmingly gathers where her hole should be. It has stopped on the underside of the collection of ice shards and panes.

Her lover is trying to hold onto her. He wants to keep her from surfacing. She can hear his seductive voice… Stay with me.

She shakes her head as she tells herself she’s got to surface. It’s much too cold now. She’s got to get out.

She hears the voice again… Stay with me!

“I CAN’T!” she cries out in her mind. Then she hears him tell her, I’m not letting you go!

Her eyes widen in alarm. She finally reaches the hole. But when she pushes up, the whole mish-mash of ice bulges up as one, having fused together.

She pushes again, but gains very little. That’s when she realizes just how numb and weak she is. Then she feels a sudden thrill of fear that feeds the warmth inside her…

You can’t go, my beloved. You’re staying with me this time. Now we’ll be together forever.

Uh-oh. Gawd; NO!

She feels a burst of adrenaline, and she pushes hard. The ice gives, crackling and snapping. But it does not part. She has actually pushed herself downward…

NOOOO!

She tries to kick upward with all her might as her lungs start to heave. She pulls hard with her arms, only to feel a dreadful, settling numbness in her limbs. Then she hears that voice again in her head…

You can’t leave, my beloved. I’m not letting you go.

With a last burst of energy she propels herself upward. She pushes against the ice in the hole. Again, it bulges but does not break open.

She begins to flail against it with her fists. Then she drifts downward, still flailing as bubbles leak out of her mouth. Her stunned mind tells her she has severely miscalculated. If she’s lucky, they will find her body come spring…

Now you belong to me… entombed within my icy grip, my beloved

Her lungs heave in agony. Air bursts out of her mouth as the surface gets farther and farther away. Yet the warmth blossoms within her once more.

Once again she finds herself thrusting with her hips, trying to fuck her icy lover. But she’s much too numb. She can barely move.

In desperation she slides a hand down, feeling for her clit. But that is numb as well. Her genitals no longer respond to her touch…

Now we’ll be together forever, my beloved. But it’s not the comforting voice she’d once heard. Now it sounds cruel, sadistic and heartless.

The water gets colder all around her as she drifts deeper. She shudders, desperate for one last release. Then much of her air bursts out of her mouth.

She can’t stop the icy coldness of the lake water as it fills her lungs. She coughs, inhales sharply, and then coughs again. She spasms and convulses, feeling the heat inside her swell one last time…

Will she experience it? Will her icy lover allow her one last orgasm?

She spasms once more, coughing the rest of her air out of her lungs. A moment later she comes to rest on her back on the muddy bottom. She is surrounded by total darkness, the heat of her loins about to burst forth.

Consciousness begins to fade away. The warmth in her pussy subsides as it too starts to fade. The last thing she hears is her lover’s mocking laughter ringing in her ears. Then she is left to gaze upward with lifeless eyes…

Several days later her friends come looking for her. They find the tent and the shorted-out space heater. When they find what appears to be a hole cut in the ice, they fear the worst. That’s when they call in the Search and Rescue’s dive team.

2007; 2020 (written Jan 30 ’07; ed. Feb 19 ‘20 by riwa)

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Vincent’s girlfriend 3.9 (47)

Evelyn didn’t know much about Vincent, other than the fact he was extremely handsome. The girls at the college instantly became jealous of her relationship with him. They also became very catty around her.

He took a great deal of interest in her. He seemed especially smitten with her ass and thighs. Evelyn floated on a cloud every time he was in her presence.

He was not the least bit sexual with her. He didn’t even offer her so much as a kiss. But she could tell he was smitten with her. It made her want to marry him all the more.

She was thrilled when Vincent invited her to fly back with him to the old country to meet his family. She was sure that would mean she’d have a ring on her finger when they returned. She also suspected his family had loads of money. Evelyn began to envision a long, happy life with him.

From the airport, a chauffeur drove them to a large mansion. Evelyn was thrilled. Now she was certain her beau’s family had a great deal of money. She was going to do well for herself… and to hell with all those bitches back at college.

His parents seemed charming enough. But there was something about them that didn’t make her feel right. They looked upon her with an enthusiastic zeal that made her a little uncomfortable.

His grandparents were worse. They looked downright creepy. What’s more, they touched her all over as though they were inspecting a piece of meat.

His aunts looked like old maids, although they definitely seemed to approve of her. Evelyn wondered if there had ever been a time in their lives when they’d looked pretty enough to snag a man of their own.

There was much imbibing of the grape that night. The family was all gathered together in the parlor. They were all aglow as they discussed dinner plans for the next day.

Vincent regaled them all with how he’d met Evelyn. He kept saying how perfect he thought she looked. It made her blush with pride.

Once more she felt that discomfort settle in. Everyone acted as though they really liked her… perhaps a little too much? They were so enthusiastic that at times it creeped her out.

They kept plying her with more wine. Evelyn tried to be careful not to imbibe too much. But her nervousness over the family’s attention to her made her want to drink more to dull her unease……

Evelyn groggily awakened. Clearly she’d enjoyed way too much wine last night. When had she passed out?? She hoped she hadn’t done anything to embarrass herself.

She didn’t remember having been taken back to her bedroom. But she was clearly undressed. And she was uncomfortable as hell.

She felt dizzy and disoriented. Where the hell was she? She tried to look around, but she couldn’t seem to move any of her muscles.

She dimly became aware of an apple in her mouth. Now whose idea of a practical joke had that been?? Had it been one of the aunts? Then she realized she was all hunched over on a table.

Fragments of memory began to return. She vaguely remembered the family rising up and drawing closer to her. Clammy, disgusting hands had helped remove all her garments.

There were memories of being groped and pawed. It hadn’t felt sexual, although she remembered her breasts being squeezed and her slit being fingered. But she was sure Vincent hadn’t made love to her last night, much as she would have loved it.

There were more fragments of memories about last night… disturbing memories. She remembered climbing up onto the large dining room table. Had she danced like a drunken fool?

The hands had returned as she’d crouched on the table. Evelyn vaguely remembered snippets of dialogue… something about how tasty she would be? She’d thought it was just a quaint expression of being a welcome addition to the family.

Uncomfortable sensations brought other, more unpleasant memories. She remembered one of the aunts stuffing vegetables up her pussy. It had been arousing, yet humiliating. Strangely Vincent’s parents hadn’t seemed to mind.

She tried to squirm, but she still couldn’t move. Her pussy felt full. Were those damned vegetables still inside her?

A new sensation came to her, one of something having been shoved up her ass. It felt huge and disturbing. She wanted to poop it back out, but it felt like it was firmly stuck inside her.

Vincent? Where the hell was Vincent? Where was her beau?

Evelyn heard footsteps approaching. Was the family coming?? Oh no! She didn’t want to be seen naked, certainly not like this??!!

The whole family came in and stood around her. My gawd; she was still on the dining room table! Hands lovingly touched and caressed her. Then she saw Vincent.

She tried to speak, but the apple prevented speech. All she could manage was a whimper. She pleaded with her eyes for him to do something.

“You’ve done well, son,” Vincent’s mother beamed. “She’ll make a great meal.”

“Yeah, Vincent!” one of the aunt’s gushed. “I can’t wait to try her cunt steak!”

“I’m looking forward to a bite of her ass and thighs,” Vincent said lovingly as he rubbed Evelyn’s bare bottom.

“Let’s get her on to roast, son. We want her ready to eat by this afternoon. She’ll need all morning to cook.”

“Ok, mother.”

Evelyn was horrified. A single tear trickled down her cheek as she was shifted over onto a very large metal platter. Then Vincent and his father carried her off.

She was taken to the kitchen. It felt quite warm in there. That’s when she noticed an incredibly large stove along one wall.

“Get the door, mother,” Vincent said cheerily. His mother smiled as she went over to comply. Then she pulled it open. Evelyn was hit with a blast of heat.

“Ease her in gently, son,” Vincent’s father advised. Evelyn tried to scream at the suffocating heat. But the apple in her mouth muffled her cries.

The heat was beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Then the oven door was closed, sealing her in. Evelyn kept screaming over and over in her mind, her tears evaporating until she finally, mercifully succumbed from the heat.

Vincent would later admit that hers was the best ass he had ever tasted.

(Jan 16 ’20. Inspired by a drawing created by Rebecca)

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Dahlia finds a noose 4.5 (87)

It was very puzzling. She’d ridden with some other girls out to the castle. Now they’d all gone off on their own. Apparently she’d been left to her own devices.

Nobody came with any instructions. No one told her where she could and could not go. Out of boredom she decided to do a little exploring.

There was someone else wandering around inside. A couple times Dahlia caught sight of a woman in a black robe. But the woman always disappeared before she could get close enough to ask about the others.

Eventually she ended up on the third floor of the castle. She’d already explored the other two floors, finding little of interest. But she figured it was ok to wander around, being as how she hadn’t been told to keep herself to the main floor.

Again she caught sight of the woman in the black robe. Was she following her?? She called out, “Hey; can I ask you something? Where is everybody?”

The woman refused to acknowledge her presence as she disappeared through a doorway. Dahlia became irritated over the rude behavior. “Hey, I only want to ask you where the others are!” Then she angrily set off after her.

She came to the door the woman had passed through. She opened it up, only to discover a small stairwell leading upward. Did this castle actually have another floor? Dahlia was incredulous.

She carefully went up the steps until she reached a small hallway. The woman in the black robe was at the other end, about to open another door. Dahlia called out, “Hey; wait!” But the woman ignored her as she opened it up and stepped inside.

“Hey; don’t turn your back on me! That’s rude! That does it; I’m not leaving until I get some answers!”

Dahlia rushed up to the door and opened it. Almost immediately she found herself in some sort of attic. Costumes hung from racks while others were draped over trunks and chairs.

She looked all around but didn’t see the black-robed woman anywhere. She was sure she’d seen her come in here. How could she have disappeared??

She rounded a corner and gasped at what she saw. A mural had been painted along one wall. But it was the subject matter that astonished her.

A naked woman stood on an old, cushioned chair, a hand covering her crotch. A noose came down from the ceiling and wrapped around her neck. A mirror had been painted in as though the young woman was staring at herself while preparing to step off.

Dahlia looked around and saw the same chair sitting in the middle of the room. She observed a floor length mirror over against the far wall. Dangling over the chair hung a thirteen coil noose, exactly as what was being depicted in the mural.

At first Dahlia was shocked and dismayed. But there was something about the mural that fascinated her. Besides, the woman in the painting seemed enthralled at her situation.

Dahlia moved closer as though wanting to get a better look. Now she could tell the woman was not simply being modest. It looked as though she was deliberately touching herself while looking into the mirror. Whoever had painted in her reflection had done a fantastic job.

Dahlia looked at the mural, studying it intently. Then she walked over to the chair and looked up at the noose. It seemed odd the way it dangled as though matching the mural along the wall.

It was rather disturbing. But there was something about it that intrigued her. A glance over at the mural seemed to imply the woman had deliberately climbed onto the chair of her own accord and noosed herself.

Dahlia looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to imagine what her reflection would look like with the noose around her neck. The chair looked sturdy enough. Surely it couldn’t hurt to give it a try, could it?

She carefully climbed onto the chair until she was standing upright. The noose ominously framed her face. She looked into the mirror and felt a strange shiver of excitement.

“This is silly,” she said, her voice so loud it almost startled her. There was no reply; the room remained silent. And there was still no sign of that woman in the black robe.

She reached out and touched the noose. It was certainly real enough. She ran her hands over the coarse hemp, wondering how it would feel around her throat.

She pulled the noose to her and gently looped it around her neck. It scratched her, giving her a shiver that both excited and frightened her. She quickly pulled it off before hurriedly stepping down off the chair.

She went back over to the wall and looked at the mural again. The woman displayed there looked as though she was excited about something. She didn’t look the least bit frightened having her head in the noose. On the contrary, she appeared to be touching herself as though in a state of arousal.

Dahlia studied the mural and then looked skeptically at the chair. She looked all around as though making sure no one was watching. That’s when she began entertaining a preposterous idea.

Did she dare? Who would possibly know she was up here? That woman in the black robe? She must have slipped away and gone back downstairs.

Dahlia found herself unbuttoning and removing her white blouse. She folded it up and carefully set it upon a small trunk sitting nearby. Then she hesitantly removed her bra before setting it on top of her blouse.

Something brushed against her bare flesh. Dahlia gasped and looked all around. But no one was there. Had it been her imagination?

She panted for breath as she looked up at the noose. Did she dare? A moment later she made up her mind as she quietly muttered, “What the hell.”

She carefully climbed the chair until the noose framed her face again as she looked at the mirror. It excited her to see herself topless as the coil dangled before her. Then she carefully looped the noose around her neck.

The hemp scratched her throat again. Dahlia gasped at the caress of rope on skin. That’s when she looked into the mirror.

The image reflected back was incredible. She could see a topless woman with incredibly erect nipples appearing quite aroused. This whole damned thing was exciting her far more than she could have possibly imagined.

Once more she glanced over at the mural. Then she carefully removed the noose from around her neck. She climbed back down off the chair before staring intently at the woman painted onto the wall.

Without thinking she began to remove her tight, shiny pants. Her wet panties came off next. Both items were carefully placed upon her blouse and bra.

She reached out and touched the woman in the mural. Then she looked up at the noose dangling above the chair. That’s when she felt a shiver of fear and excitement.

Once more she looked at the naked lady in the mural. Dahlia was becoming incredibly excited. She panted for breath as her heart beat loudly in her chest.

She walked over and stood beside the chair as once more she looked into the mirror. She stared at her reflection for the longest time. Did she want to see herself like the lady in the mural: naked with the noose around her neck?

It wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? No one was around to see what she was doing. And that woman in the black robe had long since vanished.

She looked all around to make sure she was still alone. She listened intently but heard nothing, not even footsteps coming up the steps. She could feel the room becoming a little spooky now and was starting to get a little creeped out.

Dahlia started to go back for her clothes. Maybe she should get dressed and head back down to catch up to the others. But something made her hesitate.

She glanced at the chair with the noose dangling above it. She looked at the mirror and saw her reflection. What would she look like standing on the chair naked with the rope around her neck? Would she look like the lady in the mural?

Dahlia carefully considered the matter. She thought she heard a voice whisper to go ahead and give it a try. She looked around as though someone had spoken. But she concluded she must have let the words slip out herself.

Dahlia hesitated briefly before climbing the chair again. The noose framed her face as before as she stared at the full length floor mirror. The image being reflected back was acting as though she wanted the noose around her neck.

She turned once more to look at the naked lady in the mural. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Now here she was, standing on the chair in the exact same posture. What would it hurt? Besides, no one would ever know she’d been up here.

She carefully grasped onto the noose. Then she slowly looped it around her throat. That’s when Dahlia felt an erotic jolt as the hemp scratched her, making her pant heavily for breath.

She stared at her reflection. The image looking back at her seemed incredibly excited. Nipples had swollen as a neatly trimmed pussy glistened from a perverse arousal.

She thought about getting back down. Then she glanced over at the mural again. Instinctively one of Dahlia’s hands moved down her stomach until it settled in her crotch, matching the painting on the wall.

She panted for breath as she saw the woman in the mirror touch herself. It was unbelievably erotic. Dahlia thought the whole damned thing was crazy. Yet she was experiencing an excitement unlike anything she had ever known before.

Her breasts tingled with sexual desire. She caressed them as though trying to calm herself down, only to grope and fondle herself even more. Her pussy dripped and throbbed.

Another image flickered briefly in the mirror. Dahlia let out a gasp as she turned to look. She could have sworn that woman in the black robe had been standing directly behind her as though admiring her form.

“Hello? Is anybody there? I’m sorry; I’ll get down right now.”

She glanced at the mirror and saw the reflection hesitate. The young woman looking back at her was rubbing her crotch harder. She let out a whimper, feeling more than a little caught up in the whole damned thing.

That was it; it was time to get down. No, wait; just a few seconds more! Dahlia was torn with indecision and excitement.

She turned to look at the mural again. Dahlia let out a cry of alarm when she saw the woman was no longer standing on the chair. It had tipped over, causing her legs to appear to kick in midair.

What the hell?? That’s not what she’d seen before! Were her eyes playing tricks on her??

She turned to look in the mirror. She saw the woman in the black robe standing directly behind her with her hands on the chair. It looked as though she was going to pull it away.

Dahlia gasped, “NO; WAIT!” Then she lost her balance. That’s when the chair tipped over, clattering loudly onto the floor behind her.

Dahlia dropped until she was fully suspended by the noose in the ceiling. The hemp scratched even more as the rope dug into her throat. Instinctively she reached up and grabbed for it in an effort to loosen it from around her neck.

She saw her reflection start to kick up a jig. Then she got a glimpse of the woman in the mural. She appeared to have her hand buried in her crotch as she mauled her breasts. But that’s not what she’d seen earlier…

Dahlia shook her head no. This couldn’t be happening to her! Then she twisted until she saw her reflection. It was a woman furiously groping herself as she tried to masturbate while dangling from the noose.

She kicked and shuddered as she rasped for breath. Her neck was in agony, the hemp scratching as the rope began to constrict ominously around her throat. Her weight was putting an unbelievable strain on the noose.

Instinctively she clawed at the rope around her throat. The mirror swung back into view. This time the woman in the black robe was standing behind her, touching herself through the fabric of her garment as though enjoying the show.

Dahlia tried to shake her head again. The mural twisted back into view. This time the woman looked like she was all caught up in a state of deeply asphyxiated lust as she dangled from the noose.

Dahlia tried to fight it. But it was no use. When she swung back around she saw the reflection in the mirror of a woman deeply strangled, furiously groping herself as though desperate to make herself cum.

She rasped and gurgled as she began thrusting her hips outward. A brief glimpse of the mural showed the painting of a woman all caught up in the throes of asphyxiated orgasm. Dahlia could not understand it. Was she seeing things due to her brain not getting enough oxygen?

It overwhelmed her until it battered her senseless. She hung limp as she hitched and shuddered with orgasmic aftershocks. She could not believe how hard she had cum. And yet it felt like she was still climaxing… still trying to coax another one out of her oxygen-deprived body!

Dahlia orgasmed the fight right out of her body. Then she became exhausted. Her arms dropped to her sides as she gently hitched and convulsed.

She gently swung back and forth as she twisted in place. She got one last look at the mural. The noosed woman was now hanging limp and lifeless as though she’d stepped off and hanged herself.

Dahlia tried to breathe, but her throat was closed off. Her neck felt like it was stretching. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

She saw the woman in the black robe step up to her. She was dimly aware of human hands appreciatively caressing her naked flesh. The woman seemed tender and intimate.

Dahlia twitched as a death rattle came up from somewhere deep inside her. She couldn’t move anything anymore. Why wasn’t the woman letting her down??

She looked in the mirror one last time as her vision began to fade. The woman in the black robe began to shimmer out of existence like a mist. Then she was gone.

Dahlia tried to scream as her tongue slowly protruded. In the mirror she saw the reflection of a naked woman who looked as though she’d deliberately hanged herself. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Then her vision failed until she saw nothing at all.

There was a quiet splatter of urine as Dahlia gently twisted and swayed in the hemp noose. Her naked body turned enough to get one last look at the mural with sightless eyes. It did not register in her brain that the large painting had disappeared, to be replaced with nothing more than the old, faded blocking of the castle wall.

2020 (written Feb 2 ’20 by riwa)

(Illustrated by renders created by noosegirl)

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