Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (12)

Posted on May 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming June rewards

The conclusion to Emma’s trip to the Jersey shore
Mother and daughter are feuding while facing execution
Two women in scuba gear take vengeance on a woman in a pond
The start of my club series Mr. Wayne
Dorothy attends a unique initiation with her sister
Claudia goes on vacation to get away from her husband and meets a man who satisfies her sexually
Another Joia chapter
Another Teri in the holodeck chapter
Another Shelly in Cancun chapter
A woman engages in a risky masturbation session
A guy hunts down females from 1940’s Germany to give them a just punishment

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

There have been some distractions this last month. I’ve had story arcs I’ve wanted to get back to. But it’s been more of a struggle than I anticipated. I think it’s because Mom’s health has come into question.

There was a run to the emergency room. And she has unhealthy habits. For the most part, I tend to remain stoic on the outside, mostly because I’m trying to avoid stress as much as I can. But it may be weighing on me on a sub-conscious level. She’s been trying to get things prepared at her house should the inevitable eventually occur. That cannot help but weigh upon one’s mind.

So I try to apply myself to my writing and limit stress as much as I can. I work on organizing stories, trying not to duplicate uploads. I edit older stories in advance, getting them ready ahead of time just in case. And I try to come up with new stories without locking myself down into potentially longer tales involving many chapters. I dislike leaving things unfinished, and I have a few stories I’d like to get back to and bring them to a conclusion that satisfies me (and you, I hope).

But enough about me. I hope you are all doing well. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

Library note: I managed to get a star rating system in place. I hope it holds for a while. Feel free to rate a story you enjoy. I am still receiving your comments, although I am unable at this time to make them viewable to the public. I don’t want to break something while trying to fix it. My apologies.

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Stanley’s first victim 3.4 (19)

Posted on May 24, 2021 by riwa

The phone rang. A moment later it stopped ringing. That’s when the answering machine kicked in… “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

Beeep!

“Stanley, pick up. I know you’re there. Where the hell is my script? You said you were working on a screenplay! Stanley? Stanley, are you going to send me something or aren’t you? I paid you an advance, you know. Now get on your damned typewriter and type me something!”

Beeep!

—

He had an idea for his next novel. But that was all he had. Now his agent wanted a screenplay.

That wasn’t so hard, was it? A screenplay was like a novel. He wouldn’t have to fill in so many details. He just had to describe the action while splicing in some dialogue.

He took his boat out onto the lake. He picked a spot and cut the engine. Then he let it drift as he stood there thinking about it.

The idea he had was promising. But he wanted to do a little research first. Maybe that would trigger a starting point for his script.

On a whim he traveled to a home and gardening store in a small town. That’s when he came across something that got his attention. He decided to make some purchases. Then he took the items home.

He took his purchases out to his boat. Then he motored back out onto the lake. He could feel things starting to coalesce in his mind. But he still couldn’t quite put it all together. And he wasn’t sure where exactly to start.

That night he visited some friends across the lake. They liked to get together and watch horror movies. They asked him if he was working on his next book. He said he was doing a screenplay, but was still fishing around for ideas.

For the next few days he stared at his word processor, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. But still, nothing would come. He knew where he wanted to take the story. He just wasn’t sure how to get started.

—

The phone rang again. The answering machine took over. “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

Beeep!

“Stanley? Stanley?? Where the hell are you? I have a production company cooling their heels waiting for a script!”

Stanley sighed as he picked up the phone. “I’m working on it.”

“Working on what?”

“I’ll tell you just as soon as I figure it out myself.”

“Stanley, that’s not funny.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not writing comedy.”

“Stanley, give me something. Give me anything! What are you working on?”

“I was thinking about a serial killer who goes around drowning girls.”

“A serial killer drowning girls?”

“What; you don’t like it?”

“I don’t know. A serial killer who drowns girls? It’s kind of different; it shows promise. So what’s the holdup?”

“I don’t have my first girl yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for? For Gawd’s sake, Stanley; go get her!”

“All right – all right; I’ll go find a girl to drown!”

“That’s the spirit! Stanley, I want pages! Get me some pages!”

“I thought you wanted me to get a girl to drown.”

“Damn you, Stanley!” Then the line went dead.

Stanley sighed heavily. Where was he going to get a girl to drown? He had everything ready on his boat. All he needed was the right person to start his script.

—

On a whim he took a drive down to LA in his van. He didn’t really know who or what he was looking for. He simply hoped something would come to him, some sort of inspiration.

He was driving around the outskirts of the city when an incredible sight caught his attention. It was a young woman walking along the side of the road in a wedding dress. That was someone he hadn’t even considered.

Occasionally she looked back over her shoulder as though someone was coming after her. That’s when he pulled over and opened the passenger side door to his van, asking if she wanted a lift. She nodded as she came over and eagerly climbed inside.

“Where are you going?”

“Just get me the hell out of here.”

“I can do that.” And with that he drove off.

Along the way she told him all about it. The guy was an ass. He didn’t deserve her. She hadn’t wanted to get married in the first place. So she’d bailed a couple hours before the wedding.

She asked him to stop somewhere and pick up some beer. He said he had some at his cabin by the lake. She said that would be fine with her.

When they got there, he let her inside and got her a beer. She quickly downed it and then asked for another. That’s when he saw the beginning of his script start to take shape in his mind.

Several beers later she was all but hammered. That’s when he suggested taking her to a party. She protested she didn’t have anything else to wear.

He said the partiers would find her appealing in her wedding dress. They worked on movies, and liked seeing people in costume as it gave them inspiration. She giggled as she decided that would be a great idea.

He told her the party might run a little late. She said she didn’t care. She had no intention of going back to LA, at least not right now.

He asked how she felt about going across the lake for a boat ride. She said she didn’t mind. In fact she liked boats.

He walked her along his dock and got her into his boat. Then he took her out onto the water. He figured the rest of it shouldn’t be all that hard, especially since she was so thoroughly intoxicated.

She was excited about going to a party. And she liked being out on his boat. At one point she even suggested they might take a little swim together. He got the impression the beer had made him somewhat attractive to her.

Partway out he began playing with the engine controls. Then he shut it off. The boat glided to a stop.

“What happened?” she asked, looking all around.

“Engine conked out,” he replied as he went back to have a look at it. “It happens from time to time. Usually I can fix it right away with a wrench and a pair of pliers.”

“We won’t sink, will we?”

“The boat will stay afloat. It’s just the engine that needs work.”

“But what if I fall out?” she giggled, standing up and wobbling dangerously close to the opening in the railing on deck.

“I can help you with that,” he told her with a smile.

He got the rope he’d made ready. Then he tied one end around her ankles. The other end he attached to a cement block, the one he’d purchased back at that home and gardening store.

“There,” he said with a smile as he pattered her legs. “All secure. Now if you fall out of the boat, the rope will keep you tied to this cement block.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with a giggle. She seemed to be amused by the whole thing.

“Let’s find out.” Then he pushed her out through the opening in the side of the boat.

She let out a cry as she pitched forward. She hit the water with a splash. But she came right back up, sputtering angrily.

“Hey! You didn’t have to do that!”

“You said you wanted to go for a swim.”

“Not in my wedding dress?!”

“I thought you wanted to make sure the rope would keep you secured. You’re tethered to it right now; isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, but I never expected to end up in the water!”

“Let’s see if you stay tethered, ok?” Then he pushed the block to the edge of the boat.

She gave him a funny look before asking, “What are you doing?” That’s when he pushed the block off the boat. It hit the water with a splash before plummeting straight to the bottom.

She let out a cry that was abruptly cut off as she was jerked under. Immediately she began writhing and bubbling as she was taken all the way to the bottom. She tried pulling for the surface with her arms. But she couldn’t make any headway against the cement block taking her down.

She hadn’t grabbed a good breath when the block was pushed into the water. So her lungs were already straining. She spasmed and convulsed the moment the block hit bottom.

She coughed and grunted as she flailed for the surface. But her ankles were too tightly fastened with the rope. The block was keeping her tethered to the bottom.

She began hitching and gurgling as she coughed up water and bubbles. She spasmed and convulsed painfully, her body jerking and doubling over. Her struggles lessened until she became limp, her body gently swaying back and forth in her white wedding dress.

She stared straight ahead in astonishment. She had a final, fleeting thought that she might have been better off going through with the wedding instead of running away. A moment later the life winked out of her horrified eyes.

Stanley stayed at the surface long enough to watch the bubbles come up. After a while the water became still. There was no indication of life below. All he saw was the occasional bubble that popped to the surface. Even those stopped coming up.

Stanley went up to the front of his craft and started the engine. Then he swung the boat around. That’s when he motored back to the dock.

—

The phone rang. The machine answered… “I’m not here and I can’t afford voice mail; I’m just a writer.”

“Stanley? Stanley, what’s going on? Stanley, pick up!”

“Ok – ok; I picked up. What do you want now?”

“Stanley, did you drown her yet?”

“I was just going to sit down and start writing about it when you called.”

“That’s good, Stanley. That’s very good. Now get me some pages, ok?”

“Ok – ok; I’m starting to type right now.” Then he hung up the phone.

He sat down at his word processor and thought about the events of the evening. Then he began to type…

She was walking along the side of the road in a wedding dress when he saw her.

Now he had his beginning…

2019 (written Sep 26 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the TV movie Cabin by the Lake.)

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A bootlegger’s books 4.4 (36)

Posted on May 18, 2021 by riwa

Corrine tried the key in the lock. It opened just like it was supposed to. She slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.

The place was dark; the lights were off. Immediately she clicked on the flashlight in her hand. Then she began making her way through the building.

She passed several large vats and tanks. The smell of liquor was strong. She couldn’t believe the police hadn’t raided the building sooner. But apparently they were after bigger fish.

Corinne carefully flashed the light all around. No one was supposed to be in the building. The morning crew wouldn’t arrive for another three hours.

She knew the direction she needed to go. She’d been in the building several times before. So far she’d kept her connections with the authorities well hidden. But there was always a danger, and she needed to be careful just in case.

Corinne made it to the back room of the brewery. The door to the office lay before her. This one she didn’t have a key for. But she was confident she could get inside.

She pulled out her tool and began working the lock. It was a simple mechanism. No one expected a rival to get this far, much less break into the office. The dangers were much too great. But as a woman she stood a better chance than most.

She spent several minutes working the lock. Then she heard a satisfying click. She carefully turned the knob and then slowly pushed the door open.

She saw the huge desk in the middle of the room. File cabinets sat against one wall. But it was the safe she needed to open. What she wanted lay inside.

Corinne flashed her light until she found it in the corner. She walked up to it and quietly knelt. Then she began working the dial. This was another of her skills she’d learned.

It was believed an attractive female might have a better chance of getting close to these bootleggers. A couple of agents had disappeared recently. There were rumors of them ending up in the river with cement shoes.

Corinne took her time with the dial. She had to start over several times. But she knew she had to be patient. Persistence in these things usually yielded results.

She heard a quiet click of the locking mechanism. Corrine carefully turned the handle. The door of the safe quietly swung open.

The books were there, right where she’d learned they should be. In them were payments to several bootleggers. This was a chance to shut down several operations with one swift stroke.

She pulled out a book and glanced through the pages using her flashlight. The glimpses she got confirmed her suspicions. These were the ones she wanted; they looked genuine enough.

She took the books out of the safe. Then she closed and secured it. She flashed the light around the room one last time before gathering up the books and heading for the door.

She carefully locked it behind her. She didn’t want anyone to know there had been a break-in until it was too late. Missing books might cause certain gentlemen to take a powder, destroying their chances of netting several bootleggers at once.

Corrine headed back through the building toward the front door. This was the part that always made her heart skip a beat. It would not do being discovered this close to success. Besides, there was no telling what might be done to her if she were caught.

The coast looked clear; she was halfway to the door. That’s when her woman’s intuition began to ping like crazy. Something didn’t feel right.

Had it been too easy? She’d had to take her time with the office door as well as the door to the safe. There was a secret meeting with several of the bootleggers, indicating the early morning hour was her best opportunity. Yet her intuition was causing alarm bells to ring in her head.

Instinctively Corinne began rushing toward the door. Now she wanted to get out of there in the worst way. Her heart beat fast; she felt strangely frightened.

A sound in the back of one of the tanks made her pause, anxiously turning her head. Then she started to break into a run. That’s when a light came on, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Two men in spotless suits emerged out of the shadows right in front of her. Corinne recognized one of them as Jack, Harlowe’s right-hand man. The other was Tom, a man she’d slept with a couple of times in order to get pertinent information.

Jack shook his head as he put his hand out. “I’ll take those if you don’t mind.” Corinne desperately tried to play a trump card.

“Al sent me. He wants to see them. He says there’s been something fishy with the books lately.”

For a moment she thought it was going to work. He paused as though uncertain. Then he stuck his hand out again as he told her, “I’ll take them to him myself.”

Corinne thought fast. Then she started to hand them over. “Go right ahead, Jack. Let’s just hope he isn’t pissed you’re handing them over instead of me. He’s liable to ask some very probing questions.”

To her dismay Jack took them from her. Then she heard movement behind her. Two lackeys she didn’t recognize were approaching her with lengths of rope in their hands.

“Jack, what’s this all about?” He just looked at the books in his hands as though they were all there. Then he nodded at his companion who stepped forward.

“You’ll take care of this; won’t you, Tom? This won’t be a problem because you slept with the bitch, will it?”

“No problem at all, Jack.”

“That’s good to hear.” Then Jack took the books back in the direction Corinne had spirited them from.

“Tom, what’s the meaning of this?” Corinne’s heart was beating fast. She didn’t like the way this was going down.

“I’m sorry to have to do this to you, babe. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

“I told you Al sent me – hey!”

Her wrists were being tightly secured. Then one of the lackeys started tying her ankles together. The other one was helping her stay upright with rough hands on her arms.

Corinne felt her heart leap into her throat. How was this going to end? Were they going to take her to Al all trussed up like this? She didn’t think so.

“Tom, what’s going on? You KNOW me! I told you I was only doing what I was told!”

He sadly shook his head. “You were a good lay, Corinne. It’s a shame you had to come in here and try to swipe the books for the feds.”

She tried to remain calm. But she couldn’t stop the color draining from her face. How could they know that??

“Tom, what the hell is this all about?” Then he nodded at one of the lackeys. He produced some tape which he used to cover her mouth.

Corinne tried to yell at the top of her lungs. But it was much too late for that. Then Tom motioned behind them at something upward… “Gentlemen, that should be strong enough.”

She turned to look, only to cry out into the tape covering her mouth. One of the lackeys had a rope and was tossing it over a low hanging steel girder. One end of the rope was fashioned into a noose.

Panic filled Corinne’s features. She tried to beg and plead with Tom not to do this terrible thing. He just looked at her with a sense of sadness.

One of the lackeys brought the noose down and looped it around her throat. Corinne promptly wet herself. She violently shook her head as she began to quiver with terror.

Tom looked right at her as he told them, “Take her up into the air and then tie it off. Harlowe wants her dangling in plain view when the Feds raid the place tomorrow.” And with that Corinne was hauled up into the air.

She grunted as her neck felt the strain of the rope around her throat. Her feet began dolphin-kicking for the floor below. But it was a couple of feet beneath her.

Her knees bent as her arms jerked violently behind her back. Her face began to turn red as the noose cut off her breath. She gave Tom an accusatory look. But accusation soon gave way to panic.

Tom and the lackeys watched her as she kicked and struggled. Her arms jerked harder behind her back as her legs kicked together from her secured ankles. She became desperate as she struggled to pull the smallest breath of air through her nose to relieve the agony in her lungs.

Jack came back out minus the books. He coldly looked at the dangling woman. “She’s dead; let’s go, boys.” And with that they turned and headed for the door. That’s when the lights went out, leaving Corinne to kick and struggle in the darkness.

She tried to scream, but her throat was closed off. Her legs kicked around like a fish dangling from a line. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She didn’t want to die; not like this. She sure as hell didn’t want to be found like this the next morning. Chances are she wasn’t going to look very good when the Feds arrived to raid the place… if that was indeed true.

Breathlessness made her kick harder. Her grunts diminished until she could no longer make a sound. Corinne finally tired herself out.

Her chest kept heaving as she tried to breathe. She could feel her bladder giving way. Surely her bowel wouldn’t be too far behind.

It was going to be humiliating. She didn’t want to be found dangling and soiled in humiliation. But there was nothing she could do about it. Already her vision was dimming around the edges as she felt internal organs shutting down.

She dangled in agony for another minute or two as stray muscles fired. Then her vision failed despite her eyes being open. She was dimly aware of her bladder giving way as consciousness was mercifully strangled right out of her…

2019 (written for Corinne Sep 9 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Corinne’s artwork.)

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Terrie’s end (Death by dildo?) 4 (10)

Posted on May 12, 2021 by riwa

Shemale Terrie was out slumming again. She was in a seedy Tampa nightclub trolling for fresh meat. She had the urge to spend a lethal night with a big-breasted bitch, strangling her to death and then fucking death-cums out of her twitching corpse for an hour or two.

She danced with a couple of promising bitches. But they didn’t pass her initial exam. She wanted to enjoy a slow, sensuous strangle. Those two looked like they would die much too quickly.

She had just finished her drink and was looking for a new target when she saw someone coming in her direction. The bitch looked like an old girlfriend. But when she got closer Terrie realized it was someone she didn’t know.

“My names Camille. I see you’ve been hitting the dance floor, honey. Care to have a go with me?”

Terrie eyed the busty bitch hungrily. Her throat looked perfect for squeezing. “I’d love to,” Terrie said with all the charm of a cobra.

They went out and slow-danced together. Terrie felt her she-clitty getting harder under her short skirt. When they pressed up tight to each other she could feel it pressing into Camille. How would the bitch respond?

Camille eyed her dangerously. “Are you packing, honey? Let me see for myself.”

She reached under Terrie’s skirt and grabbed the stiff piece of meat. “Going commando, eh? Like to show it off to everyone? Or do you just like the way it feels when you’re dancing close to someone?”

Camille grabbed it before kissing Terrie hard. The shemale gasped and moaned as she got a handjob right there on the dance floor. A moment later she was spurting in the sexy bitch’s grasp.

“My, you are an eager one, honey. “Care to spend some alone time together?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Terrie panted lustfully. She was already imagining how the lights would go out in those eyes while strangling her.

Choke her during sex? Strangle her with her bra? Fuck her from behind while using nylons around her neck while making her look into a mirror? Terrie panted from all the erotic possibilities.

They left the nightclub in separate cars and met at a motel on the outskirts of town. The location was perfect. Terrie drooled at the possibility of leaving behind a sexy, big-breasted corpse for the housekeeper to find in the morning.

Once inside they got right to it, kissing and fondling and making out with each other. Terrie thought about making a quick kill. But she liked this bitch and wanted to prolong their time together.

Camille had no problem getting on her knees and sucking Terrie’s “clitty” back to life. And Terrie had no problem returning the favor by licking Camille’s dripping snatch. As she lapped an orgasm out of her she wondered how much fun it would be to smother the bitch with her tits.

Camille shoved Terrie flat on her back on the bed with her legs dangling over the end. Then she went for her bag. She put on a pair of latex gloves, making them snap. Then she reached in and pulled out a large strap-on.

“In case you didn’t know, I’m packing a little heat myself, honey. I’ve sucked yours. Now let’s have you suck mine.” She smiled as she attached it around her waist before presenting it to her.

Camille stroked her toy as Terrie got on her knees. She crawled over on all fours and took it into her mouth. Then she began sucking it like the sluttiest of whores. This night was going to turn out much better than she could have possibly imagined! With a little luck she could add that strap-on around her waist and give the bitch a double-fucking while strangling her to death.

Camille made her stand up before shoving her back onto the bed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a jar of cream. Then she dipped a gloved hand inside and scooped out a little.

She rubbed it all over her strap-on. “Just a little lube to get the party started. Let’s see if we can give that ass of yours a good reaming.”

Terrie gasped with delight. Tonight was going to work out far better than she could have possibly imagined. A hot fuck up her ass was just what she needed. And strangling the bitch while she was fucking her with her strap-on would make it all the more enjoyable.

Camille pushed the phallus against her puckered anus. Then she forced it all the way inside. Terrie gasped over the way it filled her.

“So the slut needs a good ass-fucking, does she? Let me see if I can give you exactly what you need, honey.”

Camille fucked her ass nice and slow. Then she rammed it in good and hard. “Just a bit more lube for my sweet, shemale fuck-toy,” she purred.

She pulled out and reached for her jar of lube. She added another helping to her glistening phallus. Then she rammed it back in nice and deep.

Terrie gasped as her “clitty” swelled. She couldn’t believe how incredibly horny she was. She was going to love strangling this bitch to death. Then she was going to enjoy her cooling corpse for hours.

Camille thrust nice and slow. Then she grabbed Terrie’s erection and stroked it good and hard. Terrie panted from the excitement of it all.

She decided it was time when she reached up and wrapped her fingers around Camille’s neck. She wanted her first orgasm to occur while she was choking her to death. The flash of surprise in the bitch’s eyes made her grin with malice.

“Such a hot bitch!” Terrie breathed. “I’m going to enjoy strangling you to death, Camille!” But as the bitch fucked her harder she found she couldn’t squeeze quite as hard as she wanted to.

Her heart was racing, her “clitty” dripping precum. Camille looked down at her and smiled. “Something wrong, Terrie?”

“I… I just… oh fuck!” Then her she-cock went off, spewing cream all over her stomach.

“Such a good, shemale fuck-toy!” Camille panted. “Now let’s turn you over and have that sweet ass of yours up in the air, shall we?”

Terrie tried to resist, but something felt wrong. Her erection had not diminished in the slightest. And her heart was racing.

She was rolled over easily enough. Then Camille rammed that strap-on hard up her ass. Terrie panted as she tried to catch her breath.

“What’sa matter, fuck-toy? Getting a little excited are we? My, but you spurted pretty damned quick there!”

Camille enjoyed ramming her ass good and hard. Once more Terrie tried to catch her breath. Strangely it felt like her lungs couldn’t keep up.

“Such a sweet ass, honey.” and Camille slapped it good and hard. “I’m going to enjoy fucking this ass for hours. In fact I think I’m just about ready to enjoy my first orgasm.”

“Camille? I can’t…” Terrie was struggling just to pull air into her heaving lungs.

“What’sa matter, bitch? Does my cock make you breathless? But isn’t that what you tried to do to me… make me breathless with your hands? Now take my cock up your ass, you fucking whore!”

Terrie grunted as she wheezed for breath. Her arms started flapping around before she tried to reach for her chest. Her “clitty” was so hard it felt like it was going to explode again.

“Are we just about there, honey? Don’t you just love my lube? It’s a special mixture. It means I’m going to enjoy your “clitty” for hours, long after you won’t be able to feel a thing.”

Terrie felt her chest suddenly seize up. Camille rammed her hard and deep with her strap-on. “Now why don’t you die with a smile on your face, you fucking whore!”

Terrie stiffened and then started to shudder. Her she-cock suddenly started spurting copiously onto the bed. She couldn’t breathe; her heart wouldn’t stop racing! Then it just stopped as she sagged, her eyes glazing over as her tongue protruded out past her lips.

Camille let out an orgasmic cry as she really rammed Terrie’s ass hard. She pounded her hole like a woman possessed. Then she pulled out.

“Taste your death on my cock, bitch!” Then Camille came around and thrust her strap-on as far down Terrie’s throat as it would go. “Damn, honey; you’re good! You didn’t even gag once!”

Camille enjoyed raping Terrie’s throat. Then she turned her over and fucked her while Terrie was lying on her back. She eagerly stroked that stiff she-cock until she coaxed it to spew another load of cum all over Terrie’s tummy.

Camille fucked Terrie’s ass hard. Her “clitty” didn’t seem to diminish. She jerked that erection just as hard as she could until it spurted yet another load of death cum all over Terrie’s stomach.

She rolled Terrie back over onto her knees, propping her ass up into the air. “I just love taking your ass like this, honey.” Then Camille rammed her strap-on home, deep and hard until Terry’s she-cock went off yet again.

Camille fucked the corpse for a couple of hours until the stuff in her lethal lube had wrung every last drop out of Terrie’s balls. Then she unhooked the strap-on from around her waist. She left it embedded deep inside the dead shemale’s ass, telling her to enjoy it as a special going-away present. Then she got dressed and left.

In the morning an angry housekeeper came in to clean the room, upset over being given a dressing down by her supervisor and being threatened with termination. At first she was shocked at finding the dead shemale in the room. But her anger won out.

She attached the strap-on to her waste and proceeded to give Terrie’s ass one last pounding. The housekeeper fucked her good and hard until she worked herself into an orgasm. When her anger had finally dissipated, she removed the strap-on, shoved it back inside the dead shemale’s ass where she’d found it, and then went to call her supervisor.

2018 (for Terrie Dec 19 ’18 by riwa)

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Decapping Dorothy 4.4 (51)

Posted on May 6, 2021 by riwa

It had been a wonderful weekend. Dorothy had spent the whole time with Mike and Sandy. Most of it had taken place in the master bedroom.

The tart from England had experienced everything a woman could have done to her sexually. Mike had fucked her mouth, pussy and anal passage. Even Sandy had used a strap-on on her.

Speaking of the latter, Dorothy also experienced the pleasures of going down on a woman. Then Sandy had returned the favor. Her female-induced orgasms were just as deep and profound as anything she’d experienced with Mike’s cock.

Now the weekend was winding down. Dorothy would soon have to travel back home. But Mike and Sandy had one last surprise in store for her.

She stripped naked and allowed her hands to be tied in front of her waist. Dorothy allowed herself to be blindfolded and her mouth taped closed. Then she was taken to a back room where Mike and Sandy had a studio specially prepared for her.

Sandy guided Dorothy into the room. “You’re going to love this,” she gleefully told their special guest. Dorothy could only wonder what new, erotic experience awaited her.

Sandy turned Dorothy around. Then she made her lie back on some sort of upraised bench. It left Dorothy a bit uncomfortable as her back was arched.

She grunted as she tried to adapt to the new position. Her neck felt uncomfortably supported. Dorothy found herself hoping she would get some sort of headrest or she was going to end up straining her neck.

All of the sudden she felt arms wrap around her legs. A moment later she felt a tongue on her lady parts. Dorothy began to whimper through the tape covering her mouth. Bloody hell; was Sandy at it again? That woman sure knew how to give oral pleasure!

Dorothy writhed and whimpered as Sandy tongued her juicy twat. A moment later the tape was pulled off her mouth. That had to be Mike’s doing.

She gasped as she writhed and moaned. She was still bloody uncomfortable. At least Sandy was giving her something to take her mind off her discomfort.

The blindfold suddenly came free. Mike took it and stepped back with a smile. That’s when Dorothy looked up and saw where the hell she was.

“Bloody hell!” she gasped as Sandy’s tongue continued to lick and probe. Her fear and arousal intensified a hundred-fold. All she could focus on was the blade hovering above her.

She couldn’t see what was below her head. So she didn’t see the container that sat waiting to catch her skull. She had no idea there was anything below her.

“Bloody hell, love; you wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” came a familiar male voice.

Dorothy tipped her head back. “Mike, is that you?”

“Who else would it be?” he replied with a chuckle.

“What’s the matter?” Mike wanted to know. “Do you need a little distraction?”

Dorothy wondered what the hell he was talking about. Then he stepped into her line of sight. Right away she noticed he was naked.

She saw something tantalizing dangle from his waste. Instinctively her mouth started to water. If she wanted to think about something other than the blade above, Mike sure was making a tempting offer.

He stepped forward until his dick was within reach. Instinctively Dorothy latched onto it with her lips. She began sucking and moaning as Sandy continued eating her out.

It was a scene that had played out many times before. Dorothy had sucked Mike’s cock while Sandy had nibbled on her lady parts. But with her head locked into their guillotine, she didn’t know whether to be terrified or unbelievably aroused.

“She can’t get enough of your cock, darling,” Sandy observed with a smile.

“What can I say?” he replied, his hands raised in triumph. “She loves it.”

“I’m glad she does,” Sandy said as she grabbed the lever to the guillotine. “Especially since it’s going to be the last cock she ever tastes.” Then she went back to licking and slurping.

Were they really going to behead her?? Dorothy had no idea. But she couldn’t believe how terribly excited she had become.

She threw herself into sucking Mike’s cock. She closed her eyes, not wanting to witness the blade come crashing down. It would only have terrified her even more.

She writhed and grunted as Sandy kept licking pleasure into her womanhood. Was this how she was going to exit this world? Dorothy felt it swell within her as she hungrily gobbled down Mike’s cock.

“Damn, she’s really swallowing me!” Mike observed.

“You should taste her pussy,” Sandy said when she paused a moment. “She’s wet as hell. And she’s quivering like crazy. I think the silly bitch is going to cum any moment now.”

“Well, don’t keep her waiting, darling.”

“Good thinking.” And with that Sandy pulled the lever.

Dorothy was just starting to feel her orgasm crest when she felt the guillotine shudder. She started to scream, but a sharp pain sliced right through her neck. Then she lost Mike’s cock out of her mouth.

For a minute she felt disoriented. Then it felt like she was airborne. A moment later she felt Mike’s tasty member slip back between her lips.

“Damn!” Mike observed as he thrust hard into her severed skull. “If anything, she’d sucking me even harder.”

Sandy came up for a moment, her face soaked. “The bitch just squirted all over me.” Then she went back to feasting. She was all turned on the way Dorothy’s naked body was hitching and jerking in its orgasmic death throes.

“Darling, I’m about to blast off here,” Mike warned.

“Then put her head down and bring your cock back here.”

Mike dropped Dorothy’s head into the container attached to the guillotine. He stepped around and saw Dorothy’s wet, winking pussy. He gave it several hard, deep thrusts, enjoying the way Dorothy’s dying pussy was clenching around his manhood.

“Wrong bitch, darling,” Sandy said as she pulled him out of Dorothy’s cunt. Then she began sucking and slobbering all over his throbbing meat.

Mike began to gasp with pleasure. Sandy took his cock out of her mouth. Then she allowed him to splatter her face with his baby batter.

“What do we do about… that?” he asked, pointing at the still quivering corpse.

“We have fun with it; that’s what we do.” Then Sandy dove back into Dorothy’s dead cunt, licking and slurping up all those dripping fluids.

—

Several weeks later Emma looked at her aunt’s head on display in a glass case. She studied it with great curiosity. Her Aunt Dorothy had a strange look of bliss frozen on her face.

She walked all around the case, trying to understand. Her aunt had gone away for a weekend, only for her head to return. So her mother had taken it and put it in a case on display.

Emma walked all around, trying to understand. For some reason her aunt seemed even more lovely now. What’s more, she would never age.

What had she thought about during those last moments? What went through her mind when the blade fell? What was happening to her the moment she lost her head?

Mother hadn’t given her too many details. But Emma was still curious. What had her aunt experienced the moment the blade had fallen?

Emma felt a strange wetness down below as she looked at her aunt’s head. Why was she so excited? Maybe one day she would have to have a look at the guillotine that had taken her aunt’s life. Maybe then she would have a better understanding of just what had happened.

2019 (written for Mike, Sandy and Dorothy Sep 1 ’19 by riwa)

(Renders courtesy of C. Mike Hunt.)

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Breath-holding in the pool with Alex (m/m) 4.1 (8)

Posted on April 30, 2021 by riwa

He looked to be in his thirties, around 5’11” and maybe 185 pounds. He came in to use the pool a couple times a week. Sometimes I was working when he showed up.

I never paid him that much attention, at least not at first. I knew he liked to do a lot of breath-holding. I often saw him in the deep end by the ladder. He would go under and not come back up until after a couple minutes had gone by.

He usually had a bag with him. In it was a dive mask and goggles. I once saw what looked like a couple of six pound red hand-weights in his possession. I think he brought them with him in the bag.

Sometimes he wore swim trunks. But most of the time he wore speedos. They always outlined his cock whenever I got a good look at him.

A couple of times I asked him if he was holding his breath out there in the deep end. He told me he had a system where he could actually get up to three minutes. I thought that was impressive.

Once he showed up without his swim bag. I fetched him a dive mask I had in a back room. I also retrieved a small block that weighed about ten pounds. He used it so he could stay down on the bottom and breath-hold without drifting back up.

I never really considered myself to be anything other than heterosexual. But there was something about him that intrigued me. Whenever it was my shift and he showed up I would make it a point to walk past him just to see what he was doing in the deep end.

Once I caught him lying flat on his back on the bottom. The block was resting on his chest. I could just make out the bulge in his red speedos.

When I work my shift I frequently wear a swimsuit underneath my clothes. That way I can get into the water and enjoy a quick swim anytime I want. Sometimes I arrive early enough to go for a swim after vacuuming the dirt and debris off the pool floor.

One day I was late starting my vacuuming when he showed up. I checked him in before getting back to work. We’d had a busy weekend; there was a lot of dirt and debris on the bottom.

He came out in his red speedos with his swim bag before putting on his dive mask. I told him I could stop vacuuming until after he’d finished his swim. He just told me to keep on going and that he would stay out of my way.

Pushing a long pipe can be a struggle, especially when you’re trying to reach certain spots on the pool floor. A lot of water is being sucked up. Our indoor pool is nine feet down at its deepest point. It takes some effort just to push around the attachment gathering up all that material to be sucked through the pipe.

I saw him swim along the bottom as though scanning the pool floor. I think he was checking for coins. He once told me he would find them lying on the bottom and would pick them up and take them home. But that didn’t bother me in the slightest.

He saw I was having some difficulty pushing the attachment across the pool floor. He swam right to the bottom and directed the attachment to some dirty spots I was trying to go over. With his help I was able to finish vacuuming the floor much faster, sucking up all that dirt and bits of debris.

When I was done I thanked him before pulling the pipe out of the pool. I put everything away in anticipation of having more swimmers show up. But it was a Monday morning, and so far he was the only one in the building.

I told him I felt like a short swim after all that work. He suggested I come right in and join him as he tread water in the deep end. “Maybe I will,” I replied with a smile.

I went behind the counter and stripped off my shirt. I pulled down my shorts, revealing a set of purple speedos I’d worn. I’m not sure what had made me put them on before I left the apartment.

I walked around the pool to the deep end. He was clinging to the bottom rung of the ladder when I got there. He was stretched out horizontally face up, that cock of his bulging in his red speedos.

I dove head first off the edge of the pool into the water. I held my breath as I swam all the way to the middle where the bottom sloped up to five feet. Then I surfaced. The warm water from the natural hot springs that fed into the pool felt good.

He was still in the deep end holding onto the bottom rung of the ladder when I looked. I had no idea how long he’d been down there. A few bubbles came out of his mouth and swirled up to the surface.

He finally came up as I swam back to the wall of the pool. I grabbed onto the edge and smiled as I told him, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you during your swim.”

“No bother,” he replied with a smile. “You’re fine.”

I watched as he filled his lungs. Then he submerged. He pulled himself down the ladder until he grabbed onto the bottom rung again.

Once more he stretched out horizontally while facing upward. That’s when I got another view of his bulging cock. It made me all self-conscious… and strangely aroused.

I turned and swam along the surface to the middle of the pool. Then I swam back holding my breath underwater while pulling with my arms. I guess I just wanted to see how he was doing.

He was still holding his breath while being stretched out horizontally. His grip on the bottom rung of the ladder kept him down near the floor of the pool. Occasionally he would kick a little.

He seemed to be doing just fine. I though he was holding his breath for what might have been a good couple of minutes at least. I was quite impressed.

If anything that bulge in his red speedos was even more noticeable. I stared a little too long before reaching the wall. So I made a quick turn and swam all the way to the far end of the pool along the surface.

I reached the wall in the shallow end and stood up. I paused, catching my breath as I turned to look back on him. He was back up at the surface getting a breath at the ladder.

I filled my lungs and swam underwater the entire length. It’s a good sixty feet from end to end. But I can usually do it on one breath. On a good day I can go to the deep end and back while staying underwater.

As I got closer I saw he was still at the surface. I touched the wall and popped up to catch my breath. He smiled at me before telling me, “Not bad… all the way on one breath.”

I smiled back before filling my lungs. Then I submerged and launched myself off the wall. I made the entire swim back to the shallow end underwater. But I’m embarrassed to admit I was trying to impress him. Imagine that: a 21 year old junior at college trying to impress some guy in his thirties.

I paused to catch my breath. But when I turned to look, he wasn’t at the surface. Knowing he was underwater holding his breath again gave me this strange quiver of excitement.

I filled my lungs and headed back, swimming the entire length underwater. I saw him near the floor of the pool, grasping onto the bottom rung again. He was stretched out horizontally like before, occasionally releasing a bubble or two out of his mouth.

I swam slower as I approached the wall. I looked him over, but he caught me gawking and smiled back. Seeing his cock outlined in his speedos had a disturbing effect on me.

Now I’ve never been interested in guys as a general rule. I prefer girls both in and out of the water. But there’s something about seeing a decent looking male in and underwater that kind of turns me on, especially if he’s deliberately holding his breath or something like that.

This guy had me strangely aroused. Apparently he liked to hold his breath a lot, something I sometimes dabbled in myself. Seeing his bulging cock indicated it was affecting him the same way it often affected me.

I was embarrassed the way my own cock was trying to show through my purple speedos. What’s more, I was sure he could tell I was becoming aroused. I bubbled as I continued on to the wall and surfaced.

I thought he was going to stay down and continue his breath-holding. But he surfaced right after I touched the wall. “Nice speedos,” he said with a knowing smile as he panted quietly.

I blushed, knowing he’d seen my bulge for sure. “I like yours too,” I replied self-consciously. “I like the color.” I didn’t tell him I liked it because it made his cock stand out even more when he was all turned on.

“They’re a little tight on me today,” he admitted sheepishly.

That appeared to be true. I could see his cock trying to peak out beyond the waistband. So I tried to change the subject.

I pointed at his watch and asked, “Have you been timing yourself?”

“So far I’ve been hitting around two minutes.”

“Not bad. What’s your best time?”

“I once made 4:05. Here at the pool I strive for about 3:00. How about you?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t timed myself lately.”

“Care to go down and breath-hold with me? I can time you if you want.”

My cock twitched in my speedos. I don’t know why it did that. And I don’t know why I smiled shyly as I told him, “Sure; why not?”

I nodded as he checked his watch. For some reason I’d become really aroused. Breath-holding with him while his cock peeked out of his suit almost felt like it was just a little too intimate.

He asked if I was ready. I nodded and he counted us down. Then we inhaled and submerged together.

We went down each side of the ladder while facing each other. He stopped when his knees were touching the pool floor as he grasped onto the ladder. I did the same.

I settled in for a nice, long one. But my eyes kept getting drawn to his bulge. The tip of his dick poked out above his waistband as though determined to introduce itself.

Strangely my cock was hard as a rock. I’ve been in the water with male friends before when we were growing up. But they never turned me on like most girls did.

I certainly never felt the same way around the guys in the water like I did with him. Because of his many visits I’d been having the occasional erotic thought about what would happen if he and I were to swim together. Now here we were… and I couldn’t get my damn cock to soften!

He looked at me and smiled, making me smile back. He pointed at his bulge and shrugged. Then he bubbled before heading back to the surface.

I surfaced a couple seconds later. “Sorry about that,” he confessed, looking down at himself as though indicating the problem. “I seem to be, uh… enjoying myself a little too much today. Maybe I should go.”

“You don’t have to go!” I blurted out. “I mean… you can if you need to. But you don’t have to leave on my account. I’m not offended in the slightest. In fact, I’m a little, uh… I’m a little hard myself.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he replied with a grin. “Does that mean we don’t have to worry about showing off our erections to each other anymore?”

“I’m ok with it if you are.”

“I’m glad of that. These things are really starting to get uncomfortable.”

He suddenly reached down and pulled his speedos down off his legs. I gasped as his cock sprang free. It looked like it was a little bigger than mine… maybe 6 1/2 or 7 inches.

I watched as his speedos sank to the pool floor. I only hesitated a moment. Then I quickly slid mine down off my legs as well, allowing my cock to breathe free.

I could say I did it because I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable being the only one naked. But to be honest, I wanted to be naked too. Besides, my cock was also getting hard and uncomfortable in my suit.

I let my purple speedos sink to the pool floor. “Nice,” he said with a smile. “I see it affects you the same way it affects me.”

“Yes it does.” But I didn’t know whether he was talking about being in the water or if he was referring to being naked in the water with me.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready. By the way: what’s your name?”

“My name is Alex.” I told him my name was Dean.

“Well, Dean. I suppose we’d better go underwater and enjoy this before you get more customers.”

He counted us down from three. Then we submerged together. We pulled ourselves to the bottom of the pool ladder onto our knees.

We held our breath like that for maybe a minute. Then Alex’s hand drifted down. He smiled as he caressed his erection.

I had to calm myself down; I was so unbelievably aroused. We held our breath on our knees while facing each other, releasing the occasional bubble. I finally started touching my cock too.

Alex stroked his dick so I stroked mine as well. It felt incredible. I had never been naked in front of the guys except in the showers after gym class. Now I was all turned on jerking my meat underwater with one of my customers.

It occurred to me we were kind of pushing our luck. I needed to get out of the pool and get dressed. Sooner or later I was bound to get another customer.

We both jerked until our lungs began to heave. I could tell he was running out of breath. But I was staying right with him.

We both held our breath for as long as we could. Empty lungs and chest convulsions sent me rocketing to the surface. Alex followed a few seconds later.

“That was 2:47 Dean. That was pretty good.” That’s when I thought I heard a car pull up outside.

“Customers coming. Damn! I need to get out.”

“I’d better put my suit back on,” he added with a smile.

We went down and quickly pulled our suits on. Then we returned to the surface. About that time I saw the door opening.

“Got to go, Alex. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for helping me vacuum.”

“Anytime, Dean.” Then I quickly climbed out of the pool to go deal with what looked like some 70 year old women wanting to soak in the warm water of our pool.

I didn’t get back into the water with Alex after that. More customers kept me busy. A half hour later he got out, showered and got dressed.

He walked by the counter and smiled at me. “I had a nice swim, Dean.”

“See you next time, Alex. Then he was gone. It made me wonder if he might come back on a day I worked and if the two of us would be able to sneak in another swim before any customers showed up.

2020 (written Sep 1 ’20 by riwa)

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Zenda goes too far 4.3 (13)

Posted on April 30, 2021 by riwa

Evan forcefully pushed her under. Zenda was submerged in a flurry of bubbles. It was incredibly erotic.

She wriggled and squirmed as her boyfriend held her down. She loved the way he dunked her, especially since she knew how much it turned him on as well. She could see a bulge developing inside his dark trunks.

She writhed and bubbled over how good it felt. Being dominated by her boyfriend was such an incredible turn-on. Being dunked while forced to hold her breath was an added bonus.

He pulled her up for a breath. She only had time for a quick gasp. Then he pushed her back down.

Her nipples hardened considerably as she lost bubbles out of her nose. He had one hand on her head, while the other grasped her left arm. But she had plenty of freedom to reach down toward her crotch and rub her throbbing womanhood.

Zenda continued to wriggle and squirm. It was incredible how excited she became when forced to hold her breath. Evan’s strong arms had no problem keeping her submerged. It was erotic as hell.

He pulled her back up, allowing her to get her breath back. She panted excitedly as she grinned at him. “More” was all she said.

He pushed her right back down. More bubbles came up as a surge of erotic tingles hit her hard. Zenda felt the sexual excitement swell within her.

Instinctively she reached down to finger her swollen button. She used her free hand to grope and fondle herself as she released more bubbles. Evan did nothing more than simply keep her under.

He was definitely going to get a reward after she experienced her underwater orgasm. She didn’t know if they would do it in the pool or back in the bedroom of the house they cohabited. But she was definitely going to thank him for this.

She liked the idea of Evan fucking her while being underwater. But he wasn’t as good at holding his breath as she was. She was hoping he would work on it so one day they could stay underwater together, at least longer than a minute or so.

He pulled her up for a quick breath. Then he forced her right back down. Zenda felt an erotic thrill surge right through her over the way he was forcing her.

She felt the strain in her lungs from not having fully gotten her breath back. Her body responded with a jolt of anxiety. But that only added to the eroticism of it all.

She reached down and rubbed her nub as she lost more air. She was almost out of breath. She wanted to cum right at the point where she thought she was going to drown. That was the sweet spot when it came to climaxing underwater.

He suddenly pulled her up. Her head broke the surface of the water. Zenda gasped for breath, feeling relief at getting another mouthful of air. But she was also pissed he hadn’t kept her down long enough to finish her off.

“Damnit, Evan! I was so close – URPBL!”

Back down she went as she was hit by another erotic jolt. Every time he pushed her under, she felt that delicious surge of erotic tingles. Maybe now she would tumble over the edge into pleasure.

Zenda reached down and frantically rubbed her crotch. She really wanted it this time. She also wanted him to keep her down long enough to experience it while holding her breath.

She cried out bubbles as she felt it swell within her. She was so close. It felt like this was it!

All of the sudden he let her back up. She came up gasping for breath as he let her go. “Damnit, Evan, I was right on the edge!”

“I got a call coming in, babe.” Then he waded over to the edge of the pool and climbed out. That’s when she heard his iPhone.

He picked it up as he went over and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Hello? …what took you so long? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for your call? I‘ve been out here in the pool dunking my girlfriend. …oh, you got the numbers? Damnit, I need my computer in front of me. Just a minute.”

He covered the iPhone as he called out to his frustrated girlfriend. “Zenda, I’ve been waiting for this call. I’ve got to go inside to the computer. I’ll be right back out when I’m done, ok?”

“Damnit, Evan; you’ve sure got some lousy timing!”

“Sorry, babe.” Then he headed for the door. A moment later he disappeared inside.

Zenda cursed under her breath. She had been so close. Now it was fading. But she was still horny.

She looked around until she found a weight belt lying nearby. That would certainly do the trick. If Evan wouldn’t force her under, she would have to take care of it herself.

Zenda worked the belt around her waist. Then she filled her lungs and submerged. She propped herself against the pool wall as she went to work.

She bubbled as she touched herself all over. She was horny, but she’d lost a lot of momentum. She figured it shouldn’t take long holding her breath before she reached that sweet spot between orgasm and drowning.

She worked her swollen nub as she held her breath. The seconds ticked by. As they did, she could feel those familiar erotic stirrings settle in.

She rubbed herself harder as she groped and fondled herself. It was too damned bad that call had come in when it did. A few seconds more and she would have fallen over the edge.

She knew she could get herself off this way. But she preferred cumming while Even was dunking her. She loved it when he forced her to hold her breath until the orgasms came bursting out of her.

The strain began to show itself in her stomach and lungs. She was getting closer; she could feel it approaching. It wouldn’t take much longer before she popped off from the release she craved.

Zenda began releasing bubbles. That would help empty her lungs. It would also help to push her over the edge. The more her chest heaved, the more excited she became. It usually didn’t take much longer after that.

She bubbled until her lungs felt like they were almost empty. It made her chest heave in warning from the buildup of CO2 in her system. She could feel herself getting closer.

She eased back a little, wanting to edge. She wanted to time it just right. Zenda loved cumming with fiery lungs and a rippling stomach. Those types of orgasms were usually the best.

She paused as she listened for any activity at the surface. But there was no indication Evan had returned. He was liable to be on his computer a good ten or fifteen minutes. And she didn’t want to wait that long.

Her chest heaved a little more insistently. She was definitely running out of breath. She was so close now. Just a few seconds more and she would tumble right over the edge.

Zenda felt a surge of anxiety over how empty her lungs felt. Her body was starting to respond in growing panic. This moment was usually the most frightening, the part where she was afraid she might drown. And yet it was also that sweet spot where she usually popped off in orgasmic bliss.

Her lungs heaved painfully. Zenda frantically rubbed herself as her body cried out for air. Then she opened her mouth and screamed away what little breath she had left.

It exploded within her like a fireball. It was more intense than she had anticipated. Then she was awash in a sea of pleasure.

This was it; it was upon her! It felt utterly incredible. Then her lungs heaved ominously as she gulped water. It was a complete and utter shock.

Zenda coughed and gurgled. Instantly she went into convulsions as she began inhaling and gulping more water. She coughed painfully as she hitched and spasmed.

She felt it again, an orgasm more intense than the last one. It all but battered her senseless. But she was in the midst of drowning as her body betrayed her.

She tried reaching for the surface. But she couldn’t make her arms move. In fact, she couldn’t make anything move.

She kept spasming and convulsing, her body bending over at the waist. Her lungs flooded until she was no longer coughing up bubbles. Zenda couldn’t believe it!

She tiredly settled back against the wall of the pool behind her. She stared across the bottom, unable to blink or even make her eyes move. An arm twitched as a leg went into little spasms.

A few stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips as she stared in disbelief. How could she have done this to herself?? Then the life winked out of her eyes.

Her hair began to settle from her drowning gyrations. She gazed across the pool with unseeing eyes. Up at the surface the water became still, save for two solitary bubbles that slipped out past her parted lips.

Evan came out of the house about twenty minutes later. He saw the stillness of the water and assumed Evan had gotten out. He looked all around, but didn’t see her anywhere.

He went back inside, thinking she might have needed the bathroom. But she wasn’t in there. She wasn’t in their bedroom either.

He checked the living room and kitchen. But there was no sign of her. Then he went back outside.

He looked all around, but there was still no sign of her. He looked in the pool and saw the water gently waving at the surface as though someone had recently gotten out. He almost missed seeing the pair of feet sticking out from the wall of the interior of the pool.

He stepped right up to the edge and looked down. Evan spewed an obscenity as he frantically jumped into the water. But he was much too late.

2019 (written Nov 16 ’19 by riwa)

(Preview pictures are from two different clips by H2OGEMS and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3 (2)

Posted on April 27, 2021 by riwa

Coming May rewards

The 2nd chapter to Emma’s trip to the Jersey shore
Black Widow is in peril
An outrageous pick-up line at a resort pool
The last chapter to the Ghost town hanging visitors
A woman is too eager for sex underwater and the possible perils
Another Teri 5.0 chapter
A woman’s attempt at love-bombing backfires in the pool
A couple makes a decision at the bottom of a pool
The next chapter to Joia, where things are getting serious
Three more as yet to be picked out/worked on.

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

I paid some taxes (for my coming old age), but the government sent a bunch of money back in that stimulus check. So thankfully that was a wash. Things are settling down here. Our weather is typical for spring: cold and snow, then warm days. I’m trying to watch my diet and get back into my routine after what happened back in February and then resting in March.

I’ve got some unfinished stories I’d like to get back to. But sometimes inspiration falters. I’ve found it’s best not to push things. But I can always go back to review and chew on a synopsis to keep it current. Sometimes doing that will trigger inspiration. So I’ll keep at it. In the meantime, I’m working at pumping out some smaller, picture-inspired stories for you. My thanks to all of you all for being my patrons.

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Curiosity killed the cat 4.3 (14)

Posted on April 24, 2021 by riwa

Note: The website went through a recent server change. I apologize about the disabled comments and ratings. I can still read the comments. I just cannot find a way to make them public.

Curiosity killed the cat

Emma quickly thumbed through the folders in the filing cabinet, hoping to find something incriminating. This was her third foray into Miss Tiffany’s office. She hoped this time she would be able to find the evidence she needed.

Her two previous searches had proved fruitless. The last one damn near got her caught. It was rumored that Miss Tiffany did not treat people too kindly once they got on her bad side.

The Agency believed Miss Tiffany Stout was a part of something sinister at the Blackmere Foundation. Three employees had vanished under mysterious circumstances. One member of the Agency who’d been sent out to investigate had also disappeared. That’s when they’d sent Emma into Stout’s estate under the guise of a maid in the hopes of finding something.

Emma had been there three days, and already she wanted out. Miss Tiffany, as she was forced to refer to her “employer”, was a six foot blond with shapely legs and a body to match. But underneath that attractive exterior was the coldness of a scorpion.

She delighted in dominating the Asian agent by giving Emma all sorts of assignments. Very few were associated with being a maid. And some had proved to be downright humiliating.

Earlier that morning Emma had been forced to give the bitch a full body-rub. What’s more, she’d been forced to strip down into her black, lacy underwear and sheer black nylons. When she’d finished, she was relieved at being allowed to slip back into her maid uniform. Stout was not beyond making her carry out her duties in the nude.

Miss Tiffany announced she had to run an errand and that she’d be gone for an hour. Emma decided that would be her best chance of scouring the woman’s large office one last time. This time she hoped she would finish her search.

Last time she couldn’t finish looking around in the time she’d allotted herself. The damned office was just too massive. The Mistress of the house was becoming so domineering that she was really starting to feel uncomfortable.

She was only a third level agent. They used her mostly in light intelligence duties. This was developing into something far above her pay grade. It was time to finish the search and then get the hell out of there.

Emma finished up a file cabinet. She was about to begin a thorough search for any wall safes when she heard the click of a revolver being cocked. Her blood ran cold as she froze in place.

She heard a familiar voice ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be polishing all the silverware in the formal dining room, little girl?”

Emma winced. She hated the phrase “little girl”. It made her feel small and intimidated each time the bitch called her that.

Emma turned around, only to see Miss Tiffany pointing a .38 caliber revolver at her. “I can explain,” she said anxiously, her hands coming up in surrender. That’s when her mind began working feverishly to come up with something to get her out of the jam she was in.

“No you can’t, my pretty,” Stout said grimly. “You can’t explain this at all. This way please.”

She waved the gun, signaling for her captive to move out of the office. “Do you have to keep pointing that thing at me?” Emma stammered nervously. “I’m in enough trouble as it is, ok?” Her only hope now was to try talking her way out of this.

“Please don’t report me! I don’t want them to fire me at the Temp Agency over this. It was a mistake; I was just curious is all. I’ll never come in here again; I promise!”

“Didn’t you know that ‘curiosity killed the cat’, little girl?”

“Please,” Emma tried again. “Please let me call the Temp Agency, ok? Can’t I just sort of, uh… explain things to them? I don’t want them to fire me over this.”

In reality she wanted to call for a different reason. She wanted to give someone the “I’m in trouble” code words. With any luck they would send the cavalry charging in.

What her employer said next sent a chill running down her spine. “You don’t work for any Temp Agency, my pretty. So they’re not going to fire you. However I’m afraid I’m going to have to terminate you.”

Emma started to turn back toward her employer in protest. That’s when she felt something solid hit the back of her head. The last words she heard as she crumpled to the ground were… “Such a shame; you were such a pretty young thing.”

Then everything went dark…

—–

Emma woke with a throbbing headache. But she quickly realized that was the least of her worries. She found herself sitting in a chair in a hallway.

She was in her bare feet, nylons and maid outfit. Her wrists were bound behind her back with some sort of rope. Emma found herself becoming aroused at her dire predicament.

What really disturbed her was the feeling of something wrapped around her neck. It was something she couldn’t quite identify. Whatever it was certainly did not belong there with the rest of her outfit.

Miss Tiffany appeared from around the corner before she could more thoroughly examine the reason for the discomfort around her throat. “I see you’re awake, little girl,” she sneered. Then her expression chanced to one of displeasure.

“I’m so disappointed in you, my pretty. I was looking forward to a long, pleasurable business relationship between the two of us.”

“You’d better let me go,” Emma warned, trying to put on a brave front. “People know I’m here.”

“A piece of information easily remedied,” Stout answered with an ominous smile. “All I need to do is call the Temp Agency and complain as to why my maid did not return from her lunch break. That should redirect their investigation.”

Emma wanted to respond with a smart remark. But she thought better of it. The least she could expect from mouthing off would be a slap in the face. She didn’t want to think about the worst that could happen.

She struggled a little. Then she indignantly sputtered, “You can’t tie me up like this!” Her heart rate increased as she began to perspire.

“Oh, but I can,” Miss Tiffany replied. “You’re my maid now. I own you! I can do anything I want to you.”

“You don’t own me – MMMPH!”

Emma was silenced by Stout’s forceful kiss as the woman gripped her cheeks with her hand. “BITCH!” she managed to spit out when the woman was done. “That was uncalled for, you pervert! Untie me this instant!”

“Afraid not,” Tiffany smiled pleasantly, her eyes glinting with malice. “You see there’s still the little matter of your termination to be dealt with.”

“You hurt me and they’ll come after you!” But deep down Emma felt a wave of panic threaten to overwhelm her. She had to stay calm and not panic.

In response Miss Tiffany waved dismissively at her. “I see I’m going to have to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, little girl.” Then that evil smile returned again.

“Don’t go away, little girl; I’ll be right back.”

She turned and walked around the corner. Emma wanted to holler a response at her. But she chose not to, figuring it would do her no good. Besides, it would only serve to worsen the predicament she was in.

Emma anxiously looked around at her surroundings. Her first thought was one of escape. Her hands were bound behind her back, but she didn’t seem to be tied down to the chair.

Emma rose to her feet, thinking she might be able to get away and hide long enough to free herself. But she was instantly reminded of the thing around her neck. It tightened the minute she attempted to step away from the chair.

What the hell?

Emma turned to look and gasped in alarm. There was a white nylon rope leading upward from her neck to the railing of the second floor. In an instant it became all too clear what was wrapped around her throat.

She squawked in fright as reality set in. Was the bitch going to hang her up against the side of the staircase? She wouldn’t, would she??

Instantly the petite Asian began struggling against the rope attached to her neck. Her fingers fluttered as she fought against the coils that bound her wrists. A moment later she felt a strong hand grab her, spinning her around…

Miss Tiffany was back.

“I’m glad to see you’re on your feet, little girl,” the woman said dangerously, some sort of red material in her hand. “That’ll make it so much easier for you to climb onto the chair.”

“I WON’T!” Emma yelped in horror.

She was grabbed by the face and kissed hard with an “MMMMMMPH!” When she was finally pulled away there was a string of drool connecting their lips. “BITCH!” she sputtered angrily.

“Such a feisty little girl,” Stout remarked with satisfaction. “I like my girls with spunk.”

“I’ll ‘spunk’ YOU -MMMMPH!”

Emma’s retort was muffled as Miss Tiffany shoved a red scarf against her mouth. It all but silenced her protests. It was wrapped around her head before being tied off.

“Mmmmph! MMMPH-MMPH MMMMMPH!”

“There… that’s much better, don’t you think?”

Stout cooed seductively, caressing Emma’s face with her hand. “Now let’s get you up onto that chair, shall we? I always did want to adore this part of the facility with a feisty ornament dangling in midair.”

Emma cried out into the scarf around her mouth. She vehemently shook her head back and forth, clearly implying she would do no such thing. “Need a little encouragement, do we?” Tiffany said with a sympathetic smile. “I think I can help you with that.”

She moved around Emma and started up the stairwell. “Upsy-daisy!” she said with a chuckle as she grabbed on the rope and pulled upward. Emma’s eyes went wide as she glurked and gurgled.

The rope pulled ominously against her throat. Instinctively she tried to raise herself up in an effort to create some slack. But it wasn’t enough. The only way she could ease the strain was to climb onto the damned chair!

“C’mon, little girl,” Miss Tiffany encouraged. “You can do it!”

Stout continued to tug suggestively on the rope. With a grunt Emma put one foot up onto the chair. She was half-dragged upward as she stepped up onto it.

She got her other foot into position. Then she looked in alarm at her captor. Miss Tiffany smiled as she looked down at her.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it? That’s a good little girl.”

“MMMPH! MMPH-MMPH MMMMMMMPH!”

Emma’s heart was in her throat as she trembled like mad. She was embarrassed because her panties had become soaked from her fearful excitement. Then she watched in horror as Miss Tiffany climbed the rest of the way up the stairs, keeping enough of a grip on the rope so she wouldn’t be tempted to jump down off the chair.

She saw her Mistress remove most of the slack out of the rope. Then it was tied off. Emma shook her head in growing terror as her heart hammered in her chest.

Miss Tiffany chuckled as she came back down the stairs. “All comfy now?” she asked as she reached the main floor. Then she ran a hand up and down the trembling young woman’s nyloned leg.

“My-my; don’t we look sexy standing there in our pretty little maid’s uniform. We’re just waiting to be executed like the naughty little girl we are, eh?”

“MMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

“Those pretty little feet might get bruised if they kick against my wall.” That’s when Miss Tiffany reached out and caressed each foot. Emma moaned in helpless terror.

“I think I ought to tie them together just to be on the safe side. Don’t you?” Then she winked at the poor girl.

“Don’t go away; I’ll be right back.” Then Stout rounded the corner and was gone again.

Emma whimpered into the scarf around her mouth. She was trembling like mad, her legs feeling like rubber. Anytime they started to bend she could feel the noose tighten ominously around her endangered throat.

She screamed into the scarf in terror, begging someone to come to her aid. She yelled and hollered as she teetered on the chair. But her cries were muffled.

It didn’t matter. She had yet to see another soul. There seemed to be no one else around.

Her panties were thoroughly drenched, soaked from a fearful arousal. She was afraid she might experience a humiliating orgasm any minute now. What would Miss Tiffany say to her?

Would she be excited to learn Emma was having such a sexual reaction to her situation? Would she suffer further humiliation? Then she heard the familiar sound of footsteps.

Her captor returned with a length of rope in her hand. “Let’s get this around your ankles, shall we?” Then Miss Tiffany began binding Emma’s ankles together.

The endangered agent cried out into the scarf around her mouth as she violently shook her head. It was terrifying being completely bound and helpless with a noose around her neck. What’s more, she could feel the evidence of her horrific arousal start to slither down the inside of her hosed thighs.

“What’s this?” Stout asked curiously, running a finger up her hosed thigh and tracing along a sliver of moisture. “Could it be…?

She ran the finger up higher, moving her hand underneath Emma’s skirt. The petite Asian winced as she trembled like mad. She let out more muffled grunts as her mind screamed at the woman to stop touching her.

“Oh my! Is my little girl excited about her hanging?” Emma winced again as she shook her head, whimpering fearfully.

Stout began seductively rubbing back and forth over Emma’s soaked panties. The bound young woman cried out into the scarf covering her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and shuddered.

The bitch had discovered her shameful arousal. Her humiliation was complete. Emma’s legs went all rubbery.

Instinctively she brought her thighs together. She moaned as tears trickled down her cheeks. She felt her body break out in a cold sweat. She could feel the onset of a shameful orgasm mere moments away…

“Is my little girl going to cum for me before she hangs? How wonderful!” That’s when Miss Tiffany rubbed harder.

Emma shuddered like mad, crying out into the scarf covering her mouth. An embarrassing wave of sexual release washed warmly through her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks in humiliation as she shook her head.

She looked up and saw the bitch suck her fingers, tasting of her sticky wetness. It shamed her even more. Emma lowered her head and choked back a sob.

“Delicious,” Stout purred, licking and slurping her fingers. “It’s really too bad we won’t have any more time to play together.” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as her expression hardened.

“It’s time to terminate your employment with me, little girl!” Then she coldly brought her high-heeled foot up and placed it against the edge of the chair. “If you think you were excited before, just wait until you experience what’s going to happen next. It’s something you’re positively going to die for!”

Emma’s heart leaped into her throat. She cried out into the scarf covering her mouth. At the same time she looked down in terror at the foot that was about to kick the chair away, sending her into eternity.

She let out a long, muffled scream as horrific anticipation built up toward a terrible climax. Then the foot brutally shoved forward. The chair was launched out from underneath her, skidding sideways.

Emma’s cry was cut off with a muffled “UNGH!” as she fell. The rope instantly tightened around her neck, all but blocking her airway. An instant later it went off inside her.

Her body was battered by an even more powerful orgasm. It was one that was almost painful in its violence. The petite Asian brought her legs together as she instinctively rubbed her thighs against each other.

She began dolphin-kicking, her heels thumping against the wall behind her as she desperately tried to free herself. The scarf muffled her grunts and gurgles as she fought to get a decent breath. She twisted and turned against the wall, her legs kicking frantically.

Her lungs heaved in agony as she tried to catch her breath. But there wasn’t nearly enough air being pulled in through her rapidly closing windpipe to grant her any measurable relief. It hurt far worse than she could have possibly imagined.

For a conscious moment she tried pushing herself up the wall with her feet. But it was not nearly enough to ease the constriction around her throat. She jerked and twisted in an attempt to shake the coil off from around her neck.

Her hands clenched and unclenched behind her back. Her feet stretched downward as she probed with her toes for solid footing. Then her feet began to cock and curl.

Her heart hammered in her chest. It pumped faster and faster, speeding up in a frantic attempt to continue circulating blood through her body. Then she felt everything start to slow down as her vision began to blur and diminish.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Miss Tiffany. The woman seemed to be in some sort of ecstatic trance. She looked to be mesmerized witnessing her hanging.

Emma felt humiliation and shame swell within her. Then she felt everything spiraling away. It was as though her body was draining of its life-energy.

She tried to move her lips to scream. But she made no sound as her throat closed off. Her hands flexed and twitched as her toes curled, her body jerking painfully.

Her vision failed completely along with her remaining strength. Emma hung limp against the wall. A death rattle emanated from her chest.

For a brief moment there was clarity of thought as she started fading away. Emma found herself wondering who the Agency would send in her place. She wondered if it would be another female and what Miss Tiffany might do to her if she caught her red-handed. Then consciousness spun away into oblivion.

Her body was reduced to sporadic muscular twitches from a series of randomly activated nerve impulses. There was something resembling a physical sigh as she settled into death. Third-level agent Emma finally became still, dangling limp and lifeless.

Miss Tiffany watched it all with morbid fascination, astonished at how aroused it made her. She stared for the longest time at Emma’s body as it hung against the wall to the stairwell. She was somewhat saddened she would not get to play with the young woman ever again.

Curiosity got the better of her as a distinctly feminine aroma filled the air. She stepped forward and reached under the woman’s skirt again, feeling around. She found the soaked panties.

“Damn, girl!” she murmured in admiration. “You must have really enjoyed yourself.” Then she smiled wickedly.

“Your performance was quite entertaining. I think I need a shower.”

Stout turned to go before giving it a second thought. Then she turned back to address the dangling maid. “Your services are no longer required.”

She reached out and ran a hand up and down the dead woman’s body. “Didn’t I tell you ‘curiosity killed the cat’, little girl?” Then she smiled as she walked around the corner. Maybe she would leave her new wall ornament up for a couple of hours before she got rid of it… strictly for her amusement, of course…

2008; 2019 (written Nov 18 ’08; ed. Aug 4 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet.)

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Hanging him (m/m; male victim) 4.3 (33)

Posted on April 24, 2021 by riwa

I cuffed his arms behind his back. Then I led him naked into the next room. That’s when I showed him the dangling coil hanging from the hydraulic machine.

I told him I was going to noose him up. Then I was going to lift him up onto his toes and fuck his ass. His cock got hard as he looked at the noose that would hang him.

I moved him right in front of the dangling coil where I gently looped the noose around his neck. I made sure to cinch it tightly behind his left ear. He gasped for breath as his cock hardened even more.

I disrobed before I stepped behind him. My cock was hard and throbbing. I pumped the handle to the hydraulics, removing the slack from around his neck.

I gently pumped the handle until he was shuffling around on his toes. I heard him rasp as he tried to get a decent breath of air down his windpipe. “How does it feel?” I asked with a cruel smile.

He rasped and gurgled as he struggled to find a place to stand with the least amount of discomfort. But there was no such place. He could not ease the tension of the rope around his throat.

I reached around and stroked his erection from behind. “You’re hard,” I murmured into his ear. “You’re looking forward to hanging for me; aren’t you.”

I grasped onto his growing erection. It felt like he was thrusting into my hand. I have no idea whether it was deliberate or simply instinctive.

He was just the right height for my dick as he balanced on his toes. I pushed against his anal opening from behind. Then I slowly forced my way inside.

He stiffened and grunted as he tried to shuffle around on his feet. But there was nowhere for him to go. My cock pushed all the way inside him.

“You’re nice and tight,” I said into his ear, gently fucking his ass I continued stroking him. “Don’t worry; you won’t be cumming just yet. I’m saving that for when you’re dangling in the noose.”

I gave him a nice slow fuck until I was ready to cum. I worked his cock with my hand, keeping him hard without giving him the urge to purge. He twitched in my hand. It also felt like he was thrusting within my grasp.

I told him I was going to hang him the moment he felt my seed up his ass. I fucked him harder as my cock stiffened. Then my balls unloaded my spunk up his rectum.

I quickly pumped the handle to the hydraulic gallows. The noose lifted him right up into the air, causing me to slide right out of him. His eyes went wide as he struggled to breathe.

He began to kick and sway as he dangled from the noose. His secured arms jerked haphazardly behind his back. His cock bounced as he hitched in the noose.

He made delicious rasping noises as he fought the rope even harder. That’s when his cock began to ooze its cream. It dripped off the tip to splatter onto the ground.

I stroked my growing erection as I watched him. “Almost gone?” I asked with a smile. “I have just the thing to send you on your way.”

I went over and picked up a baton from a nearby table. I went back over and stroked his erection as he tried to breathe. His chest heaved as his eyes began to glaze over.

I took the baton and rammed it hard up his ass. It sparked a little animation inside him. Life returned to his eyes as he kicked a little more.

More cream oozed out the tip of his cock. His struggles lessened until he was gently dangling back and forth again. That’s when I raped him once more with the baton.

He jerked as he kicked and swayed a little. But there wasn’t much life in him. His saluting cock dripped more cream. Then piss began to flow out of the tip.

I rammed the baton up his ass one more time. There was hardly any reaction. So I gently lowered him in the noose until his toes were less than an inch from the floor.

I stepped behind him, removed the baton, and then rammed my cock up his ass again. He hardly responded. Droll fell off his protruding tongue as stray muscles fired in his arms and legs.

I fucked him until my cock emptied itself into his rectum a second time. Then I left him dangling less than an inch off the floor. My cum leaked out of his ass as urine dribbled off the tip of his drooping penis.

I brought the baton over to him one last time. I breathed into his ear, “Happy birthday, my friend.” Then I rammed it hard up his ass.

There was no reaction. In fact, he seemed to like it where it was. So I left it inside him as I left to go make myself a drink.

7-25-20

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