Ricky’s revenge 4 (13)

Posted on April 18, 2021 by riwa

Ricky got a job as a groundskeeper. It turned out to be the best – and worst – job of his young life.

The Johnsons had two spoiled daughters, Elizabeth and Rebekah, who went by Beth and Becky. Elizabeth the brunette was going to be a sophomore at a prestigious school back East. Rebekah the dirty blonde was starting the fall as a freshman.

Both sisters had many suitors and orbiters. They also shamelessly rode the cock carousel. But for some reason Ricky was not invited to be a part of their harem.

They really enjoyed taunting and teasing him. They would often sunbathe nude out by the pool where he could see them. They delighted in seeing just how much of a bulge developed in his shorts before calling him a pervert.

They were merciless, dropping things into the bottom of the deep end of the pool and then making poor Ricky jump in and fetch them. And they were always playing hard to get. They would lure him close and then drive him away with a cruel laugh, telling him he was no match for their other admirers.

They once lured him to go skinny-dipping with them. They wore flesh-colored outfits under their bikinis, which he did not discover until it was too late. Then they climbed out of the water and laughed at him at the very moment their friends arrived for a pool party they’d made sure not to tell him about. Ricky left the pool embarrassed and humiliated.

Another time, they sent him to the gardener’s shed to fetch a spray to kill some weeds they’d discovered. They told him they would tell their father if he didn’t take care of it right away. But when he got to the shed and opened it up, he was overcome with fumes from a bottle the girls had deliberately left open. He was found a half hour later by their father.

Ricky was given a good dressing down for leaving bottles open to potentially noxious fumes. Once more he was totally humiliated. But it was pretty obvious who had set him up.

Summer was drawing to a close. The girls did all they could to make life miserable for him when they weren’t out dating or riding the cock carousel. It didn’t help matters any when the Johnsons went away on vacation. He was ultimately left alone on the grounds at the mercy of their cruel daughters.

The last straw was when the sisters made him strip for them while they were reclining in their swim suits on patio loungers. They made him work nude upon threat of making up some allegation that would get him fired. They even made him jump into the pool naked in order to fetch things they deliberately threw in for him to retrieve.

After a while Ricky managed to get away from them for a few minutes. He’d finally reached his breaking point. He went and retrieved a white cloth, soaking it with the chemical that had made him unconscious earlier that summer. Then he hid it nearby.

He went back to fetch Elizabeth, telling her Tony had arrived and wanted to see her. Supposedly he had tickets to a play she’d been trying to attend for weeks. But it had been sold out, and daddy had not been able to get her seats despite her whiny protests.

Beth smiled at her sister Becky when she heard Tony was on the grounds. “Guess what? I’m going to that play after all!”

Rebekah instantly became jealous. “You lucky bitch! I want to go too!”

Elizabeth grinned sadistically at their groundskeeper. “Let’s go, naked boy.”

“Go where?” Ricky wanted to know.

“You’re taking me back to where Tony is waiting for me, remember?”

“You mean naked?? Like this??”

“Unless you don’t want to work here anymore once daddy gets back.” Elizabeth was cruel, smug and arrogant.

Ricky sighed as he led her back toward the house, still naked with his cock at half-staff. But before he got her there, he dipped behind a bush and retrieved the cloth he’d hidden. Quick as a wink, he forced it against Elizabeth’s face.

She let out a muffled cry of surprise. But the fumes were too noxious. Within moments she’d collapsed onto the ground and was out like a light.

Ricky headed back to the pool area. There was one other sister to deal with. When he got there he saw Rebekah pouting on her patio lounger.

“Where’s Beth?”

“She’s with Tony.”

“Did he have an extra ticket for me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out.”

She scowled as she noticed the white rag in his hand. “What’s with the cloth?”

“Elizabeth told me to wipe down her lounger. She wanted it nice and clean before she returned.”

Becky laughed cruelly. “Wipe it down good, Ricky,” she said as she began removing her swimsuit. “Be a good boy, and I might even let you cast your eyes on the goodies.”

He rolled his eyes as he shook his head. She deliberately shed her suit right in front of him. She wanted to see what kind of an erection she could give him.

He made a show of getting ready to wipe down the lounger Elizabeth had been lying upon. But he kept looking over at Rebekah. His cock stiffened at the glorious, naked sight before him.

Becky caught him gawking. She grinned at having made his cock hard. Then her face clouded as she snorted, “What are you looking at, asshole? Wipe down Beth’s lounger and then get back to work!”

Ricky suddenly lunged at her with the cloth in hand. He pushed it hard against her face. Before she realized what was happening, it was too late. Her muffled cry became a groan as she passed out in the lounger.

After she’d become unconscious, Ricky took a good look at her nudity. It really made his cock swell with arousal. Then he remembered the plan he was setting in motion.

He went back and retrieved Elizabeth’s body. He carried her over and placed her back into her patio lounger. Then he went to the gardener’s shed.

He retrieved several lengths of rope. Then he returned to the two unconscious sisters. He secured their ankles to the bottom legs of the patio loungers. Then he tied their wrists to the upper legs, leaving them spread-eagled and helpless.

The Johnson sisters finally awakened, only to discover a predicament they could not have possibly anticipated. They jerked their arms while struggling in vain on the loungers. But neither one could free herself.

They rained obscenities down upon the groundskeeper’s head. He was still naked, his cock having stiffened at the sight. He told them they’d fucked everyone else in the neighborhood. Now he was going to have his turn.

“Over my dead body!” Rebekah called out defiantly.

“I can live with that,” he replied in an ominous voice.

He grabbed Becky’s lounger and pulled her toward the steps to the spa. “You first,” he told her. Then he started to work her in head first.

Elizabeth was horrified at what was about to be done to her sister. “Ricky, DON’T!”

Becky just cried out, “Wait – wait – RICKY: WAIT!”

He paused before he could get her all the way down the steps into the spa. He looked at her as though he was dead-dog serious. “Well?” he asked casually. “Do I fuck you, or do I drown you?”

She glared daggers at him as she reluctantly told him, “All right – all right; you win!” She refrained from telling him he was so fired and that he would be arrested just as soon as daddy got home.

He straddled her on the lounger while it was still out of the water. He stuck his cock between her tits. Then he squeezed them together, fucking them with his cock. It felt better than he could have possibly imagined.

She couldn’t resist becoming defiant. “Enjoying yourself yet, asshole?”

In response he started to tip her in head first. She cried out, “Wait – WAIT!” Then her head was fully submerged.

She bubbled anxiously as she shook her head from side to side. Elizabeth looked over and anxiously cried out, “Pull her back up, Ricky! Pull her back up and I’ll do anything you want!”

Ricky tipped the lounger back up and stabilized it on the edge of the spa. Becky panted anxiously. It was embarrassing as hell, especially with her sister looking on.

Ricky climbed onto the patio lounger. He straddled her chest where he forced his cock down Rebekah’s throat. Then he started fucking her mouth.

She grunted and gurgled as a shameful arousal filled her. He grabbed her head and tipped it forward. Then he fucked her face hard.

“How about it, bitch?” he panted as he enjoyed himself. “Am I just as tasty as Thomas, Bradford, William and Dillon?” She grunted with embarrassment at the realization he knew all the guys she’d been fucking during the summer.

He finally climbed off. “Now I’m going to find out how tight your cunt is, bitch. I just have one question.”

Becky looked up at him in alarm. What was he going to ask her? Was he going to be brutal with her as he fucked her??

Elizabeth also became concerned. “What are you going to do to her, Ricky?”

He just smiled as he asked, “How long can you hold your breath, Becky?”

He calmly walked down the steps into the spa, his cock erect with anticipation. He grabbed the patio lounger she was secured to. Then he started pulling her in with him.

Rebekah started to panic. “NO, RICKY; WAIT! DON’T DROWN ME??!!”

“I’ve seen you fuck in the pool, Becky. Let’s see how long you can hold your breath, ok?”

“NO; WAIT!” But he was already starting to lower her head first. Rebekah frantically filled her lungs before she was lowered into the water.

The patio lounger lay submerged at an angle. Becky’s legs and crotch stuck up out of the water. That’s when Ricky straddled her, stuck his hard dick into her cunt, and started fucking her.

Bubbles began coming up. Elizabeth gasped for breath, instinctively struggling against the patio lounger she was secured to. She couldn’t believe what that asshole was doing to her sister.

“You’re nice and tight, Becky,” Ricky called down to the submerged sister’s upper body. “Were you this tight when Dillon fucked you in the pool back in July? What; you mean you didn’t see me watching you guys out here?”

More bubbles came up. Ricky just thrust nice and slow as he looked down at her. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this to you? You didn’t have to be so mean to me this summer, you know. You could have given me a blowjob and I would have been happy. You should have been a whole lot nicer to me.”

Elizabeth began to get concerned as her sister started struggling in the water. “We’ll be nicer, Ricky; we PROMISE! Now get her out of there!”

“Oh, I’ll get to you in a minute, bitch!”

He continued to thrust nice and slow. More bubbles erupted at the surface. Then Rebekah began to thrash about as huge bursts of bubbles came up.

Elizabeth was horrified. She began shaking her head in alarm as she screamed, “Ricky; NO! GET HER UP NOW!” But he ignored her as he kept on fucking Becky.

Rebekah suddenly hitched as her lungs gave out. There were disturbing bursts of bubbles up at the surface as she spasmed and convulsed. Ricky just kept thrusting as he gasped, “Feels so good the way she’s clenching. I should have fucked you bitches like this long ago.”

It looked like Rebekah’s back was arching. More bubbles burst up at the surface. Then she began to settle down.

Fewer bubbles came up. Then Ricky climbed off. Rebekah looked up with lifeless eyes, a frozen look of horror in her expression as her mouth gasped open.

Ricky calmly walked over to Elizabeth, his cock still erect. “How about you, bitch? Do I get a blowjob from you now? Or do you want to soak in the spa next to Becky?”

Beth was horrified he’d just drowned her sister. But self-preservation quickly took over. “I’ll suck you, Ricky! Please don’t drown me!”

“What about your sister?”

It was far more important to remain alive than to stick up for Rebekah. “She was a bitch, Ricky! It was her idea to be mean to you! I’ll suck your cock; ok?”

He was not surprised at her change of attitude. He figured she was only trying to save her own skin. That’s when he climbed onto her patio lounger.

He straddled her chest, his hard cock within reach of her mouth. He pushed it between her lips and began thrusting. She grunted and gurgled, doing her best to get him off. Besides, the water in the spa was still rippling from the drowning of her sister. It was an ominous sign.

Ricky took his time with her. She seemed to be a lot more eager to please than her sister had been. Perhaps Becky had been too frightened to put forth a good effort. At least Beth was sucking him as though eager to please him.

He finally pulled out of her mouth. She panted anxiously, her eyes wide with fright. “Let me go, Ricky; ok? Let me go and I’ll give you the best fuck of your life!”

“I’ve got an even better idea, bitch.”

He pulled her lounger around to the edge of the steps to the spa. That’s when Elizabeth panicked. “Ricky; NO!”

“You’ve had a lot of cocks in the water too, Beth. I’ve watched you all summer long. Let’s see how long you can hold your breath while you’re being fucked.”

“RICKY; NO! I CAN’T HOLD MY BREATH THAT LONG!”

“I think you can, Beth. Give it your best shot, ok?”

He freed her legs from the end of the lounger. That’s when she tried to kick at him. He just shook his finger at her in warning… “Ah – ah – ahhh. Don’t do that. It might piss me off. And you don’t want to piss me off now, do you?”

She let out a cry as he went down the steps into the spa. Then he pulled her in with him. He kept her head up out of the water as he pulled her lounger all the way in.

He smiled as he looked down on her face. “You’re going to give me a great underwater fuck; right, Beth?”

“I promise – I promise! Just don’t drown me!”

“Get me off, and I won’t drown you. Now take a deep breath.”

Elizabeth started to panic. She tried to calm herself back down as she frantically filled her lungs. She could only hope he wouldn’t drown her like he’d done to her sister.

He slowly lowered her into the water until the patio lounger lay flat on the bottom. Then he pulled her suit aside at the crotch. That’s when he lifted her ass up before pushing his cock into her.

Elizabeth felt him thrust inside her. Immediately she felt a horrific thrill. Was the bastard going to drown her while fucking her, just like he’d done to her sister??

Ricky thrust nice and slow. Beth groaned and bubbled as she clenched with all her might while her legs rode his shoulders. Her only hope now was to get him off before she lost her breath and drowned.

He took his time, sliding in and out nice and slow. Bubbles trickled out of her nose as her sinuses stung. But there was nothing she could do about that. She just had to hold her breath for as long as possible.

She became more alarmed at the way he was taking his time while fucking her. He didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry. Then she felt it start to burn in her lungs as her stomach began to hitch. She would soon be running out of breath.

She wasn’t nearly as good underwater at holding her breath as her sister. And look what that had gotten Becky! Rebekah lay motionless in the spa right next to her, staring upward with a look of horror frozen on her race.

Elizabeth grunted as she tried to clench harder. Now she began to fuck him back. Ricky began to increase his tempo. But Beth’s lungs were starting to heave in warning.

More bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose. She anxiously looked up into Ricky’s face. He didn’t seem the least bit interested in hurrying things along.

She began to squirm as her lungs heaved. That’s when he fucked her a little harder. Now Beth’s lungs were on fire, her chest heaving from breathless spasms.

She grunted as she bubbled, “GET ME UP, RICKY! DON’T LET ME DROWN!” He just shook his head as he looked down at her. Her nipples were hard, her labia swollen as her pussy throbbed.

He began fucking her hard and fast. Elizabeth’s chest heaved in warning. She lost a mouthful of bubbles. Then her lungs gave out.

She lost a huge burst of bubbles. Then she gulped and swallowed. A moment later she went into painful convulsions as she hitched and gurgled.

Her back arched as she reflexively tried to throw Ricky off. She could feel his cock inside her, pounding her ruthlessly. That’s when she felt an explosion of warmth shudder throughout her very being. She was cumming as she was drowning.

She spasmed and convulsed until she exhausted herself. Her struggles lessened until she stopped hitching. All she could do was stare upward in horror as Ricky kept pumping her.

She was dimly aware of his cock going off inside her. All summer long she’d wondered what kind of a fuck he might be. Now she knew.

…and then she was aware of nothing at all….

Ricky climbed off Elizabeth, only to go back to Rebekah. He pulled her all the way into the spa with her sister. Then he fucked her mouth again before pumping her pussy a second time.

He knew he would never get a second chance at this. So he went back and forth between the two drowned sisters until he satisfied himself. Then he climbed out of the spa.

When he looked down, he suddenly realized what his anger and vengeance had made him do. He quickly tracked down his clothes and got dressed. Then he gathered up any belongings on the property before making a hasty departure back to his place.

He loaded his vehicle with as much of his personal belongings as it would carry. Then he got into his car and headed west. He didn’t know what awaited him. All he had was the small consolation that he wouldn’t be humiliated anymore by those two spoiled, arrogant bitches.

2019 (written Dec 31 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the renders of Itoshiki which I included as illustrations.)

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One million views 4.2 (23)

Posted on April 12, 2021 by riwa

Did you guys see the picture?

Which one are you talking about?

The one on the dark web? The one of the bitch lying in the doorway with her head missing? There’s blood all over!

I saw that one! Her head is missing. I can’t believe it!

Yeah, but did you see how many views that picture has gotten? It’s over 100,000.

For a headless corpse?? She’s got more followers than I got!

Not anymore, Oaklynn. You can’t follow someone who’s dead.

Yeah, but look at all the views she got just from lying in the doorway with her head cut off.

I wonder what went through her mind the moment she was beheaded.

The knife maybe?

That went through her neck, Jemma, not her head.

That’s crazy.

Yeah, but look at all the views she got! On my best day I never could get more than a few thousand!

So where are we all going for lunch?

—

Did you guys see the new one? She’s still got her iPhone in her hand!

That would be you, Blair. You can never part with your iPhone for a minute. You’re always checking to see who liked your pictures.

Yeah, but did you see how many views she got on her picture? She’s got more than that last girl lying in the doorway without her head!

You’re sick, Oaklynn. All you can think about are the views and followers.

Yeah, but she’s got way more than that other dead bitch. You know what that means? It means people like looking at those beheadings. I wonder who’s doing it.

Probably some sick asshole.

Yeah, but she’s got so many views now! I’ll bet she becomes more famous than that chick in the doorway!

Are you kidding me? Would you really want those kinds of views?

For a million views I might let him cut my head off.

Oaklynn, you’d be lucky if you ever reached 10,000.

Yeah, but I’d still be famous.

You’d be dead.

So are we going to the mall or not? I need a new pair of shoes.

Again? Camryn you just bought a pair yesterday!

—

Did you guys see? There’s another one. She looks like some secretary with all her papers scattered everywhere.

Poor bitch. I wonder who cut her head off. Did you see all that blood?

Where’s her head?

Maybe the guy took it.

How do you know it was a guy?

You think another bitch did that?

I’ve seen you when you get angry. There’s no telling what you might do.

Well, I certainly wouldn’t cut someone’s head off!

Would you do it for the views? She’s got more than those other two beheadings we saw. Just look at the total!

You think someone’s doing it for the views? You think they want to be famous?

This one’s got over 300,000. She’s more famous than I’ll ever be!

That’s because you’re always seeking validation, Oaklyn.

So are you, Blair!

Damn; just look at her. You think she saw it coming? Or was she caught from behind?

How could she lose a shoe like that?

Leave it to Camryn to be looking at the shoes and not the bloody neck stump.

I wonder what it felt like.

What what felt like, Oaklynn?

To be alive one moment and then to be falling over without your head the next.

How do you know she didn’t have her head when she fell? How do you know she wasn’t knocked onto the floor and beheaded right then and there?

I don’t know. I just wonder what it felt like is all. Just look at those views! She more famous than the others!

Is that all you can think about?

You’re the one who keeps posting pictures and looking to see who liked them or commented on them.

I can’t believe she’s got more views than those other two.

You suppose more people are checking in to see if the guy has chopped the head of another one?

Well we sure keep looking, don’t we?

Oh shut up, Blair.

—

Did you guys see the new one? A bitch in a leotard! This time you can see her head! Her ass is sticking up too!

Damn! That’s the fourth one so far.

Yeah, but did you see—

I saw the views, Oaklynn! She’s got more than the others. She’s at nearly half a million!

Wow! That’s a lot of views!

You’ll never reach that in a single picture, Oaklynn.

Says you.

What was she doing in a leotard? I can’t tell from the picture. She’s on a carpeted floor, so she wasn’t at no gym. Maybe it happened at her home.

That carpet will have to come up for sure. All that blood? It’s ruined. The floor below might even have to be replaced.

You think she saw it coming?

I don’t know. She pitched over onto her chest like the last one. Maybe she did and maybe she didn’t.

I wonder what it felt like. How long do you think she stayed conscious? You suppose she knew she was being beheaded?

I don’t know. All that blood loss? I’ll bet it wasn’t very long.

You think she was scared? You think she was excited? You think it happened fast or slow?

I don’t know. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it.

Yeah, but look at those views! Nearly 500,000! That’s insane! People are crazy!

Whoever’s doing this sure is getting popular.

—

Did you guys see? Did you see?? Blair was beheaded in her living room! Someone left her head on the couch!

I saw it; I saw it! I hadn’t heard from her for a couple of days! I can’t believe she’s gone!

Did you see the way the killer took a picture of her lying on the floor with her bare feet in view?

Wondering what happened to her shoes, Camryn? I saw you looking at that one pair she was wearing the other day. Jealous?

No, I was just… the view of her feet… the way she’s lying there like that… it’s just…

One thing’s for sure. She’s sure getting a lot of views. It says she’s over 650,000!

Thinking about views again, Oaklynn?

You know she loved the views too, Jemma. Hell, we all do! I see you posting on social media all the time.

I never thought one of us would be beheaded.

I certainly never thought it would be Blair.

See there? You can see through the bottom of her dress. It looks like she’s not wearing any underwear! You think she knew who her killer was?

What are you saying, Oaklynn? I thought you were the one focused on all the views.

Blair was too. Face it, Jemma; we’re all interested! Now she’s dead. Blair’s been beheaded… and she’s got over 650,000 views now that she’s gone!

That view of the way she’s lying there… her feet… the way she’s just… just lying there! You think she knew?

What are you suggesting, Camryn?

I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just… I don’t… She’s just lying there! And her head on the couch! She almost looks… looks like…

Looks like what?

I don’t know. Like… like she’s at peace or something.

That’s crazy! You think she did it deliberately?

Look at her dress! Look at the way her head is lying there! Look at the views!

You and your damned views, Oaklynn!

—

Did you see it? Jemma, did you see the recent picture that was posted??

I saw; I saw! I can’t believe it!

I can’t believe it either! Camryn was beheaded! That’s a picture of her lying somewhere in a ditch!

There’s no blood in the picture. I think her body was moved.

Did you see the way her head was just lying there? Did you see the way her arms and legs were spread out? That’s… that’s just… I can’t believe it!

First Blair and now Camryn!

Did you see the views?

I saw the damn views, Oaklynn. She’s got over 772,000.

She’s certainly got more than Blair. Hell, she’s even got more than those other bitches.

You think that’s something to be proud of?

So many eyes on her picture, Jemma! So many views. She’s famous now. She finally got the views she was looking for.

You really think so?

Think about it! The body was obviously moved. There’s no blood like there was in a couple of those other pictures. I think she knew her killer, just like Blair.

That’s idiotic!

Don’t you think she and Blair were jealous over the view count?

No, I don’t… at least… I don’t think… Oaklynn, that’s insane!

Is it? We all post to get likes and views and followers. I’ve never done anything that has generated that many views before. Have you?

Of course not. It’s just that I can’t believe Blair and Camryn were crazy enough to go out and purposely find some guy who loves to chop off stupid bitches’ heads!

You’re telling me those views mean nothing to you?

Absolutely nothing.

All that attention… all that validation?

For lying there dead with your head lying there like that? Oaklynn, don’t be absurd!

I’ve never done anything to generate that amount of views. You haven’t either, no matter how hard you’ve tried. And I know you try pretty damned hard, Jemma. Don’t try to deny it!

Shut the fuck up!

Hey, Jemma; where you going? Don’t be mad! I like the views too! Come back! Hey, don’t leave mad! Don’t you want to go to the mall later?

—

I can’t believe it! I can’t fucking believe it! Jemma was beheaded yesterday! There’s a picture of her lying on a towel! Some guy’s hands are in the picture as though maybe he’s posing her.

 I don’t see her head anywhere. But there’s some blood on the towel. There’s not a lot though. I wonder if he killed her and then moved her body.

 It’s crazy! It looks like he’s setting her up in a pose. And look at those views! 892,000! She’s got more than Blair and Camryn! That’s crazy!

 How did it happen? Did she meet up with someone? The picture shows she’s in her bikini. She didn’t talk to me all day yesterday and she didn’t text me even once. I thought maybe she was mad at me. But I never expected her to wind up dead!

 Just look at her! And look at all those views! She might reach a million in another day or two. Hell, the views on all those dead bitches are going up. But right now Jemma leads them all! Just look at all those views!

 I wonder what it felt like. Did she know it was going to happen? Was she looking right at him when he did it? Did he use a knife? An axe maybe? A machete?

 She’s famous now. They’re all famous. And I’m nothing… a nobody. I couldn’t get near that many views.

 Although…

 I wonder. Is it possible? Could I meet the man who did all this? After all, Blair, Camryn and Jemma did. I wonder what it would feel like. What’s it like knowing you’re about to lose your head?

 I don’t know. It’s crazy. But I’m kind of… it’s crazy! What am I thinking about?? I don’t know. In a way it’s kind of… no, that’s stupid, Oaklynn. It’s not that hot, is it??

 But it sure feels like it. I keep going back and looking at all those pictures. I wonder…

 Oh damn; I’m late! I’ve got to be going now! Thor’s waiting for me down at the beach. I hope today’s the day he’s going to propose…………………

 

1,043,000 views

2020 (written May 23 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by Thor’s manips)

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A night to remember 7 4.4 (38)

Posted on April 6, 2021 by riwa

A night to remember 7: Snuffing the bitches

Mistress and my wife came over to the table long enough to sip on something refreshing as their two charges started to come around. “Why don’t you get your bitch ready, my dear?” Chastity suggested with a wicked smile. “I think it’s time for the main event. I’m so looking forward to this. In the meantime I’ll get my bitch ready so she can more properly appreciate my good will.”

I watched as Mistress went back over and pulled the whip handle out of Carmen’s ass. “I guess we can dispense with this… for now,” she added, a note of warning in her tone as though there might be more to come.

She placed it on the nearby wheeled table. Then she reached for one of the nipple clamps still attached to her trembling captive. The Latina inhaled sharply as though knowing what was coming.

She whimpered as one clip and then the other was unclamped from her tits. For a second there I thought she was going to pass out from the pain. But she didn’t.

Chastity placed the chain and weights on the table before working on freeing her from the crotch rope. Carmen was finally released from her painful, strangling coils. She gasped as though now fully able to catch her breath. However her legs remained separated by the spreader bar, which Mistress left in place.

Across the room I saw my wife calmly walk over and carefully remove the plug from Sophia’s ass, placing it on the table of implements. Next, she closed the section of floor over the water, indicating her forced breath-holding was over. Lastly she began releasing the French girl from her bondage to the body board.

The blonde moaned softly. I noticed the way Carmen and Chastity paid attention as Monique released Sophia, allowing her to sit upright. “Feeling better now, honey?” my wife asked considerately. The blonde nodded.

“Good,” she smiled cruelly. “Because now we’re going to hang you.”

She roughly pulled the French girl’s arms behind her back, crossing them over each other. She secured them together to make her tits jut out more. Sophia looked at her former Mistress in alarm, grunting with each pull on the rope to her arms. Carmen was noticeably alarmed as her assistant started to hyperventilate.

Chastity grinned wickedly, enjoying the anticipation. “This is the best part,” Mistress said into the Latina’s ear, although we could all hear her words. “Now you get to watch us snuff your slutty little submissive. I know you’ve been wanting to do this to her for a long time. But don’t worry. We’ll see she hangs proud and proper for you. After all, we want you to enjoy the show, compliments of yours truly.”

Carmen gasped as the French blonde whimpered from the knowledge of her impending demise. My wife calmly continued tying her arms behind her back. She cooed softly at her, talking to her casually. I don’t think her running commentary helped the poor thing much…

“You don’t know much I’m looking forward to this, honey. I can’t wait to get you up into the air. I bet you’re going to put on one hell of a show for us and your bitch Mistress; am I right?”

“Won’t this be nice? One last erotic performance for Carmen, hmmm? You will make it good for her, won’t you? Oh, honey; I’m sure you will. You’re going to kick like a fucking whore for all of us; aren’t you, sweetie? Then you’re going to die like a fucking whore. What a rush that’s going to be!”

Monique finished before pushing her charge off the body board. Sophia stumbled forward, her eyes wide in horror as though she didn’t know what to say. Her former Mistress looked at her helplessly as Chastity nudged her with a wicked grin.

“Looking forward to watching your sub hang? Come on now, bitch; admit it. You want to see every bit as much as I do.”

“Wait here,” Monique ordered, stopping the French girl a few steps from her former boss. “Don’t move.” Sophia did as she was ordered, too numb with shock to go anywhere.

My wife walked over to a panel on the wall and pushed a button. The ceiling panel directly above the blonde suddenly slid open, getting everyone’s attention. There was a hum from some machine as a ready-made noose slowly descended until it stopped right in front of Sophia’s head, framing her face.

She gasped and whimpered as my wife walked back over to her. Her former Mistress started panting heavily as she stood right in front of her. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Chastity purred at Carmen, caressing her quivering tits. “Such a lovely noose, don’t you think? I do believe your playmate was made for it, wouldn’t you agree? She’s going to look so fucking hot as she dances on air for us.”

Monique came up behind Sophia. She reached around and groped her heaving tits. Sophia’s nipples were painfully hard from what I suspect was anxiety over her pending fate.

“Does the condemned have any last words?” my wife purred at her.

Before there was any answer, she reached down and fingered the poor woman’s glistening snatch. Sophia whimpered, stiffening as fingers violated her cunt. But she said nothing.

My wife moaned excitedly, her eyes glistening. “Honey, you seem rather excited about all this. Does this turn you on?”

She gleefully probed the blonde’s dripping twat. Sophia writhed and moaned. But she didn’t try to resist.

My wife pulled her wet fingers up to her mouth, tasting the woman’s fluids. “Absolutely delicious,” she observed. “I suspect your death-cum is going to taste even better.”

She winked at an alarmed, trembling Carmen. “And what about you, bitch? Honey, you look wet as hell. Are you sure you’re not as turned on by all this as I am… as we both are?” That last was directed at a smiling Mistress Chastity.

Mistress grinned at my wife as she reached down to finger the Latina’s wet cunt while groping her breast with a free hand. Carmen moaned softly, writhing as though trying to squeeze her thighs together. Chastity chuckled as she pulled her fingers up to her mouth and tasted her captive’s arousal.

“Oh, she’s excited all right, my pretty,” she told the executrix of the club. “This one can’t wait to watch her little submissive swing. Can you, honey?”

“Perhaps she’d like a last request?” Monique suggested, acknowledging Carmen with a sly grin.

She placed her hand on Sophia’s back. Then she pushed her to the floor. “KNEEL, BITCH!”

The French girl dropped to her knees. She was facing her former Mistress’ dripping pussy. My wife leaned close to her ear. But what she said was loud enough for the rest of us to hear.

“Lick that cunt, bitch. Make her cum one last time for old time’s sake. Let’s see how you used to please your Mistress, you little whore.”

There was a look of gratitude in her glistening eyes as Sophia moved forward on her knees. She moved directly in front of Carmen’s wet snatch. She panted heavily onto the cunt she had no doubt licked so many times before.

She leaned forward, her tongue gently probing and flicking outward. Carmen closed her eyes as the tongue lovingly lapped up her dripping fluids. She let out a sigh as Mistress and my wife watched with great excitement. Even I was aroused as I leaned forward to witness the erotic event.

Sophia took her sweet time, licking, lapping and probing with loving gentleness. She wasn’t the least bit concerned Monique or Chastity might get angry with her deliberate slowness. After all, what could they do to her now? They had already declared they were going to hang her.

Carmen gasped and then started to tremble, moaning softly at the tongue-lashing she was receiving. Sophia picked up the pace. Mistress and my wife allowing her to work unimpeded. They were just as turned on watching her as I was.

The Latina stiffened and then started to shudder. “More,” my wife purred at Sophia. The French girl vigorously poked her tongue into Carmen’s dripping twat.

Carmen let out a cry as her body instinctively began humping against her submissive’s face. “Harder!” my wife demanded, grabbing Sophia’s head and mashing it into her former dom’s crotch. “Make her cum again, slut!!”

Chastity wanted to take part as well. She wrapped her hands around the Latina’s neck and started choking her. “Cum for us, bitch. Cum for us all. Cum for your slut, you fucking whore!”

Carmen gurgled… rasped for breath… started to shudder. Her orgasmic cry was cut off as Mistress throttled her with her hands. Sophia’s face was soon drenched as the Latina sprayed her from her climax.

“Excellent!” Chastity gasped excitedly as she let go, allowing Carmen to gasp for breath. “Now what do you say to your little whore, bitch?”

The Latina looked down with love and affection at her assistant. “Thank you, baby,” she murmured appreciatively. “Thank you so very much.”

The way she said it told me there was much more behind those words than a simple ‘thank you’. Perhaps she was thanking her for all her years of service. But I didn’t ask, so I’ll never know for sure.

Sophia smiled through the tears in her eyes. They were tears of gratitude at being able to get her former Mistress off one last time. Then Monique roughly pulled her to her feet.

My wife centered her back in front of the noose. “Time to die, my pretty.” The French girl gasped, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

Monique looped the noose around Sophia’s neck. The blonde instinctively gasped with understandable fright. My wife snugged the knot under her left ear, making sure it was tight.

When she was done she walked over to the panel of controls on the wall. The French girl panted heavily, but said nothing. She just stood there as though determined to be as brave as possible.

“Toes please,” Mistress called over to my wife. Monique nodded in acknowledgement. She made some adjustments until I heard the hum of the machine again.

Sophia gasped as the noose tightened around her neck. It gently lifted her up onto her toes before halting its progress. The doomed submissive coughed and whimpered, her body trembling as she began to shuffle around.

It looked like she was attempting to find a better position to allow more air down her windpipe. But there was no ‘better position’. She tried to appear resigned, but the noose was eliciting a delicious element of fear in her features.

“These two bitches like to share everything,” Mistress called over to my wife. “My dear, would you be so kind?”

With a wicked grin of acknowledgement, my wife hit another set of controls. There was another hum. That’s when a ceiling panel opened up directly over Carmen’s head, causing everyone to look up.

A moment later a second noose came inching down until it touched the Latina’s head. Carmen gasped and moaned. Her submissive whimpered in alarm, her eyes wide with the knowledge both of them were going to hang together.

“The last one to go will get to watch the other one hang before her.”

Chastity gleefully took the noose and tenderly looped it over the Latina’s head. Carmen had no words of defiance, no smart remark. Her breathing was heavy and labored as her nipples protruded painfully, indicating her fearful arousal.

Mistress proceeded to release Carmen’s arms from the ropes tying them upward toward the ceiling. Then she crossed them behind her back, tying them the same way my wife had secured Sophia. The captive women looked at each other all wide-eyed and panting heavily, their cunts dripping shamefully. The scene was making me hard all over again.

“Look at her, baby,” Mistress cooed at Carmen, seductively caressing her breasts as she glanced over at a trembling Sophia. “She’s ready to hang for you now. Doesn’t she look sexy? Don’t you just love seeing that noose making sweet love to her neck? Doesn’t it make you want to pull her up into the air yourself, just so she can kick up a storm for you?”

Carmen moaned softly as Sophia gasped and gurgled. The French girl was still shuffling around on her toes. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

Chastity seemed to enjoy verbally prolonging the moment. “You want her to hang, don’t you? You need to see her hang; am I right? You desperately want that sexy slut to die in the noose, don’t you? Admit it to us all, honey. Tell us you want her to hang.”

The Latina whimpered as she squirmed uncomfortably. I could see it in her eyes. She was torn between her affection for her assistant and her deepest, darkest desire.

Personally I don’t think it mattered what she wanted. I was certain Chastity was going to hang them both anyway. Mistress was simply playing things out while savoring the moment.

“Tell us, honey,” Mistress purred cruelly at her. My wife was looking on with sadistic glee from her position over by the controls. She also seemed to be enjoying the mind rape.

“…tell us you want to watch her hang. Tell us it’s your greatest desire. After all; why should she care? She’s your submissive, trained to carry out your every whim even if it means dying for you. She’s ready, honey; just look at her. She’s squirming with erotic anticipation. Now tell us how bad you want to see her hang.”

Carmen moaned again. She hesitated as she looked into Sophia’s eyes. Was she that torn between her fondness for the woman versus her perverse desire to see her kick up a jig?

“TELL US, DAMN YOU!” Then Chastity pulled hard on Carmen’s nipples. It made her flinch and yelp.

“TELL US, BITCH! TELL US OR I’LL RIP THOSE FUCKING NIPPLES OFF YOUR FUCKING CHEST! TELL US YOU WANT TO SEE HER HANG!”

The Latina shamefully lowered her gaze, whimpering softly in defeat. She was totally broken. There were tears in her eyes.

“Yes,” she murmured. “It’s what I want. God forgive me; it’s what I want.”

Sophia’s eyes flew open at the revelation. She looked like she was trembling like mad. For a second I thought she was going to orgasm right there on the spot.

“You want her to hang?” Chastity questioned, taunting her trembling captive.

“Yes, I want her to hang.”

“You want her to kick and dance for you?”

“Yes… yes I do.”

“You want her to die in the noose like a fucking whore, is that right?”

Carmen appeared to be trembling like crazy. She looked right at her former submissive. She seemed to get some of her voice back.

“I want to watch her hang. I want to watch her kick. I want to watch her suffer in the noose like the whore she is.”

Sophia’s eyes were open wide, her chest heaving. I suspect somewhere deep down she was terribly aroused over the fact her Mistress wanted to see her kick and swing. Carmen wanted to see her dance in the noose, even if it meant giving up her very life.

“Give the command,” Chastity purred at her. “I want you to give the command. Give the command and we’ll send her to the corner of Death Drive and Orgasm Alley! That’s such a wonderful corner; wouldn’t you agree?”

“Just look at her! You can tell she’s going to cum so fucking hard dancing for you as she dies; am I right? LOOK at her! She’s so excited she can hardly stand it! Give us the command, honey! Tell us and we’ll hang the slut for you!”

Carmen moaned softly. She bit her lip as she looked into the eyes of her submissive. Surely she knew they were going to hang her blonde assistant anyway.

She spoke in a voice so low I could barely hear her. “Hang her; hang her now.” An instant later Monique powered the controls. Sophia was abruptly lifted up off the floor, her feet fluttering mere inches above solid footing.

Her eyes flew open in astonishment as she realized she was now suspended in the air by her neck. Her feet fluttered harder for something firm underneath her. Then she began to jerk in the noose, setting her to swaying back and forth. That’s when Sophia launched into her devil’s dance, her legs going every which way as she fought to breathe… fought to live.

I caught sight of Mistress as she furiously fingered herself with one hand. The other she used to cruelly finger Carmen’s wet twat as the Latina whimpered and moaned. My wife was fingering herself like crazy as she watched from over by the controls.

“Yeah, bitch; dance for us!” Chastity gasped appreciatively. “Hang for us, cunt! Cum for us and die, you fucking slut! Cum like a good little slut and hang for us! Fuck – fuck – fuck!”

She turned toward Carmen and gasped, “This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it? Doesn’t she look so fucking sexy hanging to death like that? I fucking love it!” Then she turned toward the French woman and cried out, “Dance for us, bitch! Dance for your former Mistress!”

It was so erotic that I couldn’t help sitting there stroking my cock. I figured no one would care anyway. That’s when Chastity noticed me.

“My dear boy; where are my manners? By all means… come on over and give the slut a flying fuck! Let her feel a man’s cock for the very last time!”

I sprang up from my place at the table, not wanting the French slut to die too quickly. She was swinging and kicking as I approached. Her legs banged against me as she danced uncontrollably.

I grabbed them and pulled them on either side of my body. Then I found her wet cunt with my throbbing manhood. That’s when I slid my dick hard up her juicy twat.

Sophia gasped and gurgled as she instinctively wrapped her legs around me. She was lifting herself up in an attempt to relieve the tension around her neck. But she slipped back down, impaling herself fully on my cock.

She tried lifting herself up again, but she slid back down. She violently clenched around my shaft as she rode me. She ended up fucking me with absolutely no action on my part whatsoever.

She kept trying to rise up to get a breath, only to slip back down, fully impaling herself on my shaft. I felt her muscles clamp hard around my swelling erection. But I don’t think wasn’t all just from trying to lift herself up for air.

Perhaps she sensed I would be her last fuck. On some subconscious level maybe she was taking full advantage of that. It felt like she was trying to get me off while fighting for each little breath.

I heard Mistress call out to my wife. “Be a dear and help your husband give this slut the last brutal fucking of her pitiful life.”

Monique nodded before striding over to a closet. I saw her reach in for something. What she pulled out was a large black strap-on.

She quickly attached it around her waist. Then she came up to the dangling French girl from behind. She found Sophia’s asshole before thrusting hard up into it.

The blonde jerked as she let out a gurgle. Her eyes rolled as we double-teamed her. “Fuck, that’s hot!” I heard Mistress gasp from somewhere behind me.

She turned to Carmen and said, “Watch them fuck the hell out of your submissive one last time while she’s strung up, baby!” I heard Carmen whimper in reply. But I didn’t have a good view of her face, being as how she was behind me.

My wife excitedly gasped, “C’mon, baby; let’s fuck this slut!” A moment later Sophia found herself bouncing up and down on my cock and Monique’s strap-on. She gasped and gurgled as her eyes rolled again.

Drool trickled out of her open mouth. It splattered onto her tits as her face went red. She shuddered hard as though she couldn’t stop cumming.

I felt her pussy clamp so hard onto my cock that I thought she was never going to let go. That’s when I erupted into her spasming cunt. I ended up filling her hot fuck-box with my spunk.

I was just pulling out of her when the bitch went into seizures. She shuddered hard before spraying me, totally soaking me with her fluids. “Oh, fuck; she’s cumming!” I heard Mistress gasp behind me. “That is so fucking hot!”

I stepped away, my legs and crotch dripping wet. My wife just giggled at me. She thought it was funny as hell.

She pulled out until Sophia was left to dangle. “I think she’s still alive,” Monique observed thoughtfully. She had a blissful smile on her face as she rubbed the dangling blonde’s naked, quivering body.

Upon closer observation she added, “You know? I think she has a little fight left in her.”

“Then fuck it out of her with this,” Mistress told her, handing her a long, black night stick. She sadistically cooed into Carmen’s ear, “This is gonna be so fucking good!”

The Latina appeared to be trembling like crazy. Her eyes were open wide as her chest rose and fell. That’s when my wife stepped forward and smiled before centering the end of the night stick against Sophia’s ass.

“Time to die,” she gasped breathlessly. “Let’s see how close you are.”

She thrust the nightstick up into her ass good and hard. Sophia jerked and gurgled as her eyes flew open wide. It was clear she had fully experienced the insertion.

“Hit her again!” Chastity demanded. Once more my wife thrust it up nice and hard. Sophia gawked and spasmed.

Her face began to turn a nasty shade of purple. I saw Carmen watching with tears in her eyes. “Once more, baby!” Mistress urged.

Monique really thrust hard. The French girl jerked, convulsing spasmodically before spraying the floor with her fluids. A moment later her bladder gave way.

She really peed all over her legs. Urine dripped off her feet as she gurgled softly. Then she appeared to relax in the noose.

“Fuck!” Chastity gasped.

Mistress appeared to shudder hard as she thrust her fingers up into her own cunt. At the same time I saw Carmen cum hard, her eyes rolling as tears streaked down her cheeks. My wife sighed with orgasmic pleasure.

Monique stuck a couple of fingers into the dangling blonde’s twat. It twitched and spasmed reflexively in death. Then my wife brought her fingers up to her mouth for a taste.

“Death cum,” she murmured appreciatively, savoring the flavor. “The best cum ever. Gawd, that tastes so fucking good!”

Mistress also stepped forward, cruelly thrusting her fingers up into the dead woman’s twat. She wanted a taste for herself. “Gawd, that IS good!” she breathed, sighing in rapture after licking her fingers off.

She stuck her fingers back into the dying, quivering snatch before turning and offering them to Carmen. “Here you go, honey. After all, she gave this up for you. You’re certainly entitled to a taste.”

Carmen hesitated only a moment before reluctantly opening her mouth. Chastity stuck her fingers right in. For a second I was afraid the bitch was going to bite them off.

The Latina closed her mouth over the fingers. Then she closed her eyes as though savoring the taste of her dead submissive’s cum. More tears appeared in her eyes.

“Now it’s your turn,” Mistress told her, suddenly all business again. “But first I’ve got something for you.”

She walked over to the nearby table where she picked up a wooden pole with a long, thick dildo on the end. She brought it over to the Latina, waving it in front of her face. She grinned as she panted, “You wanna guess where this is going?”

Carmen raised herself up proudly as Chastity moved behind her. Then she cried out, wincing and clenching her teeth as the business end was shoved hard up her ass. The other end was attached to a connection in the middle of the spreader bar.

“All set?” she asked, rubbing Carmen’s tits while fingering her hard nipples. “Time for you to join your slut in death. You WILL be a good girl and fuck your own ass as you hang to death, won’t you?”

She chuckled as she smiled cruelly at her. But Carmen said nothing. She just panted heavily as though trying to catch her breath.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. I just LOVE breaking bitches like you. Snuffing another dom REALLY gets me off.” Carmen panted for breath, but she didn’t utter a word.

Chastity moved in closer as though she had a secret to share. “You know something? I know bitches like you. Deep down you really want it too, don’t you. You may enjoy taking it out on submissive little sluts. But your deepest, darkest desire is to face what you relegate to others, isn’t it?”

Mistress purred as she caressed her cheek. “I can tell you want to hang because you’re ready to explode, aren’t you. You’ve been growing more excited ever since you lost our card game, haven’t you? Baby, this is going to be the best orgasm of your pitifully short existence!”

Carmen was almost hyperventilating as her chest rose and fell. Her nipples were really hard as her cunt dripped copious amounts of her arousal. That’s when I wondered how right Mistress might be. She certainly had insights into other females that I clearly did not.

Monique had already moved over to the controls. She was eagerly waiting for the command that would send the former dom to oblivion. Chastity was so filled with excitement that I thought she was going to burst.

She purred, “You want this; don’t you, honey? Deep down you fucking want this! You want to follow your slut by dancing your life away into the great beyond; am I right? I want it too, cunt! So let’s give each other what we both want, shall we?”

Mistress lovingly rubbed the panting woman’s chest, unable to hide her enthusiasm. “One last humiliation; how does that sound? This one shouldn’t be too hard, not for a bitch like you who’s about to face her greatest fantasy. Just tell me you want to hang.”

Carmen looked at Mistress uncertainly. She seemed frightened enough. But she also appeared to be shamefully aroused.

“C’mon, bitch. Tell us all how badly you want it. Ask me to hang your worthless ass, just like we snuffed your submissive little slut. Tell us you want it.”

Carmen’s lips quivering as she trembled where she stood. Her face flushed red with shame. She lowered her head, shaking it as tears filled her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch! Let me hear you say it! You’ve seen us hang your submissive. Now tell us what you really want.”

Carmen shook her head again. There were more tears. Mistress slapped her face hard.

“Admit it, bitch! Admit you want this!”

“N-n-no… yes,” she finally muttered. “Yes; damn you. I w-want this.”

“Say it! Beg me like the fucking whore I know you to be!”

Carmen looked at Sophia with tears in her eyes. Did she want it as punishment for enjoying seeing her submissive hang? Or did she want it because of her own dark desires?

“Hang me, damn you. You want me to say the words?  Lift me up into the air and hang me, you cunt!” She’d reached down deep and discovered a little pool of defiance still remaining within herself.

“Hang for me, you fucking whore!” The words of Mistress Chastity were Monique’s cue.

I heard the hum of the machine. Carmen was pulled up off the floor by at least a couple of feet. Her eyes flew open at the pain that increased a hundredfold around her throat.

Mistress immediately took a couple of steps back. She wanted to fully take in the woman’s performance. Monique came over and stood next to her.

At first Carmen hung limp and lifeless. She grimaced in agony. “She’s fighting it,” Monique observed. “She’s still trying to be defiant.”

“She’ll give in any moment now,” Mistress murmured confidently in reply.

I swear Carmen tried her best. She rasped as her feet fluttered for solid ground. “Here it comes,” Chastity gasped breathlessly.

A moment later Carmen started jerking, her legs trying to kick. She gawked as her thrashing legs forced the dildo hard up her ass. That only caused her body to jerk and sway even more.

“Dance, you sexy cunt! Rape your own ass!” Mistress was enthralled.

The harder Carmen tried to control herself, the more she kicked with her legs. It wasn’t long until she was wildly thrashing about. She fought the noose hard as she mercilessly rammed the dildo deep into her rectum.

“She’s raping her own ass!” Monique gasped in awe.

“She’s making herself suffer,” Mistress observed. “Hang for us, bitch! Rape that ass as you dance for us! Give us that delicious death cum!”

Carmen’s agony seemed to intensify. She struggled harder in the noose. Then she thrust her hips forward as she fucked her own ass.

My wife breathlessly asked, “Is she… is she…?”

“Yes, she is!” Chastity nodded enthusiastically. “She’s cumming! I knew it! Fuck yourself up the ass as you hang to death! Die, cunt; DIE!”

Mistress and Monique furiously fingered their twats as they watched. “She’s giving us one hell of a show!” my wife breathed excitedly. I thought she was going to cum any moment.

“Hang for me, bitch!” Chastity gasped eagerly. “Fuck that shit-hole of yours, you sexy cunt! Rape your ass and die! Hang, you fucking whore! Now that’s the show I came to see! Hang for us and die, bitch!”

I don’t think Carmen meant to give such a commanding performance. It was a testament to her character and personality that she fought so long and hard. But her dance of death was incredible to watch.

It was amazing the way she brutally fucked her ass. She kept trying to kick herself up for a breath in a futile attempt to loosen the noose around her neck. Then she gurgled as she tried to bring her legs up, spraying the floor with her cum.

Mistress and Monique both climaxed hard upon seeing her fluids. They gasped and squealed with unadulterated glee. Both of them furiously fingered themselves.

Carmen didn’t acknowledge them at all. She simply fought the coil around her throat until her face went red. I soon noticed her neck starting to stretch.

She suddenly went limp in the noose, although clearly she was still alive. My wife rushed forward. Then she buried her face in the woman’s crotch while licking her cunt.

It wasn’t long before the Club’s owner was right there with her. Monique moved aside, allowing Mistress a taste. Carmen quivered as though she could actually feel their tongues in her twat.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” Monique gasped deliriously. Then the executrix of the Club walked over and picked up another night stick. She handed it over to Chastity, telling her “with my compliments.”

“How thoughtful of you, my dear,” Mistress acknowledged gratefully. “You might want to stand back for this though.” Then she thrust the night stick hard up Carmen’s dripping cunt.

The Latina jerked violently. Then she came alive again as though somehow accessing reserves she never knew she had. She began to kick and jerk once more, grunting and gurgling as she drove the dildo deep in her ass.

She finally exhausted herself, going limp in the noose. Her body tiredly swayed back and forth. Sporadic muscles twitched as her toes fluttered ever so slightly.

Chastity stepped forward, once more ramming the baton up Carmen’s wet snatch. The Latina jerked and twitched, her body shuddering. Mistress thrust up again and again until it seemed to loosen more orgasmic fluids still remaining inside her.

Carmen shuddered as her pussy sprayed. A moment later her bladder gave way. Urine trickled down the baton, streaming down her left leg to drip onto the floor. It left matching puddles underneath her and her dead submissive.

Mistress stepped back and sighed heavily, admiring her handiwork. Monique stood nearby murmuring “What a fucking whore! She came and went like a fucking whore! Gawd; what a rush!”

“You were right in your decision,” Chastity told my wife breathlessly, patting her shoulder. “The dom should always get a higher place of honor. I’m glad you hung her well off the floor.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” my wife acknowledged with a bow.

Monique panted for breath as she began to tremble. “Mistress; I need to cum again.”

“I do too, my pretty.” That’s when they both turned and looked at me like a couple of sharks eyeing a young sea lion for lunch.

I ended up flat on my back as they took turns fucking me. One rode my cock while the other smothered my face with her dripping pussy. As we fucked on the floor, the naked bodies of Carmen and Sophia hung like silent watchmen, overseeing our orgy with lifeless eyes.

Every time Chastity and Monique looked up at them it seemed to fill them with maniacal enthusiasm. “LOOK AT ‘EM HONEY!” Mistress would gasp. “THEY ARE SO FUCKING DEAD! BOTH UF THEM WERE FUCKED UP THE ASS WHILE THEY HANGED! NOW THEY ARE SO FUCKING DEAD! GAWD; I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” Then the two of them would go back to riding me, screaming out from orgasm after orgasm until they finally wore me out.

EPILOGUE:

Both bodies were incinerated. The ashes were used to fertilize the flowers and ferns growing around the property.

I found out later that Carmen had been diagnosed with an incurable disease. The poker game was her idea. Her dying wish was to enjoy snuffing Mistress and my wife. If that failed, she was willing for her and her submissive to be snuffed at Chastity’s pleasure.

Perhaps she did not want Sophia to witness her deterioration over a long, debilitating illness. Maybe she truly did want to watch her submissive die, albeit by the hands of another. I could tell from her body language that night that she truly enjoyed watching her slut hang.

I doubt she wanted to admit that to anyone, certainly not the three of us in the room. It must have been terribly humiliating, enjoying Sophia’s hanging in front of us. But I sensed she welcomed the humiliation as nothing more than what she felt she deserved.

Whether Sophia knew about the plot or not I’ll never know. Her willingness to die for her Mistress was truly admirable… and quite arousing. She really was a snuff-whore. But in all honesty, so was Carmen.

I still have fond memories of that incredible night…

2010; 2020 (written Oct 2 ’10; ed. May 10 ‘20 by riwa)

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A mother’s wrath 3.5 (8)

Posted on March 30, 2021 by riwa

They were searching the countryside for a Union soldier suspected of having been wounded in a recent battle. Reports had filtered in indicating he was trying to make his way north. There was concern he might be a spy. Then the sightings stopped. An intense search was initiated in the area of the last known sighting.

On the Tucker farm not too far away Gwendoline peeked out of the potato cellar at the movement of the men approaching her parent’s property. Her father was off to fight and had not been heard from since. Her mother ran things with an iron hand, mostly because it had been forced upon her.

The daughter had been hiding the Union soldier for several days, sneaking food out to him every chance she got. She’d also done her best to nurse the man’s wounds. But during the last few days she’d found herself falling in love with him.

Gwendoline was the one who went to the potato cellar whenever her mother needed any of the supplies stored there. As long as she went by herself, the soldier was safe. She’d not told anyone of his presence, hoping he would heal soon enough to continue his journey northward.

She ducked back inside and told him of the approaching soldiers. He said it was dangerous for him to remain on their property. Gwendoline assured him she would sneak him away once the sun went down. Then she would see him safely on his way while her mother was fast asleep.

Gwendoline climbed out of the potato cellar and returned to the house. Her mother looked out the window. “Soldiers are comin’. Fetch some vegetables from the cellar. We must make sure they’re well fed.”

“Yes, mother,” she said. Then she headed back out to the potato cellar. She stole another kiss from the wounded man before taking onions and potatoes back into the house.

“That’s not enough,” her mother scolded when she looked at what had been brought inside. “Run down the road and fetch some flour from the Grandy spread. Tell ‘em we’ll be having some of our boys over for dinner.”

Gwendoline hesitated. She wanted to remain in case the Union soldier might need her help. Her mother scowled at her.

“Gwendoline, is there a problem?”

“No, mother.”

“Then git a move-on!”

“Yes, mother.”

Gwendoline headed out back toward the Grandy place. It was only a mile down the lane. Before the war the households had often helped each other out. Only the women remained, but that Southern generosity was still in operation.

Gwendoline arrived, only for Mrs. Grandy to urge her to have a seat. She was given a glass of lemonade. Then one of the Grandy daughters was sent to fetch the needed flour.

Gwendoline fidgeted as she waited for the daughter to return. She was worried about the soldier hidden in their potato cellar. What if the soldiers found him? What would happen to him then? Was there anything she could to do help him should his location be revealed?

The daughter finally returned with the flour. A container was produced to carry it back home. Gwendoline quickly finished her lemonade, anxious to get home.

“Thank you for the hospitality, Mrs. Grandy.”

“Anything for a Tucker, my child.”

“Have you heard from your husband Seth or your son Thomas?”

“Not a peep, child? What about your father?” Gwendoline shook her head.

“You best be running along, child. Your mother needs to treat our boys right.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gwendoline took the flour and headed back up the lane. But the closer she got, the more anxious she became. What if those soldiers had discovered that wounded soldier she was hiding and was desperately in love with?

She was less than a hundred yards from the back of the property when she heard a loud male voice proclaim, “READY… AIM… FIRE!” There was a volley of shots. Gwendoline screamed in horror.

She dropped the four and ran as fast as she could despite the flowing dress she was wearing. She was rounding the corner when she heard a single shot. Fear gripped her heart.

When she came into view she caught sight of a squad of soldiers. A body was lying dead on the ground in front of a tree. Several of the soldiers had spades in their hands and were digging.

She let out a cry when she saw the body was that of the wounded Union soldier. “NOOOO!” Then she rushed to be by his side.

Her mother appeared from out of nowhere and stopped her, grabbing her by the arm.  “Gwendoline, is this your doing?”

“Mother, he was injured! Was it not our Christian duty to take care of an injured man?”

“He was an enemy soldier! You hid him in our potato cellar??”

“Mother, he was injured!” Now the tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Ungrateful child!” and her mother slapped her hard. “You’ve shamed me in front of these boys here! Lieutenant?”

An officer came over. The mother pointed at a small sapling. “Right there will do. My property is on the other side of that path. I will not stand to have the blood of this spoiled child spilled on Randolph Jameson Tucker’s land and despoil his good name!”

The lieutenant snapped his fingers. Two soldiers came and took Gwendoline over to the sapling. They tied her wrists behind it as the daughter stared in horror.

“M-Mother?? What are you doing?”

“You humiliated me, child, and I’ll not stand for it! It’s a good thing I went to get more potatoes or we might not have found him!”

“Mother, this is your fault? You turned him over to these soldiers??”

“What else was I supposed to do, you ungrateful cur!”

“Mother; NO!”

“Officer, do your duty!”

The lieutenant looked at the mother and nodded. He snapped his fingers again. Several soldiers gathered and stood in a line.

Gwendoline began to pant anxiously for breath. “Mother, you’re not going to let them do this to me, are you??” Her mother snorted as she turned her back on her.

Gwendoline stared at the soldiers in horror as they prepared to do their duty. Then she turned to look at the Union man lying dead on the ground. That’s when she noticed two graves were being dug. Had her mother planned on her execution all along??

“MOTHER??” and her heart began to race. The officer looked at her mother for confirmation. “DO IT!” the angry woman snapped back, refusing to watch.

He nodded as he turned to the men standing in line. “READY?” The rifles came up. “AIM?” The rifles zeroed in.

Gwendoline stared in horror. There was not the slightest hint of mercy in the face of any of the men aiming at her.

She opened her mouth to scream. “FIRE!” There was a volley as several puffs of smoke issued from each barrel.

Gwendoline slumped forward, her dress perforated by little Minnie balls. The lieutenant prepared his pistol for the final shot. The mother saw the revolver in his hand, saw what he was about to do and snatched it away from him.

“She’s my child! I’ll do it!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gwendoline was barely breathing, her heart starting to slow. She heard footsteps in the grass. She did not have the strength to look up.

Her mother aimed the pistol at her head. “Ungrateful child! This is for victory for the South!” Then she pulled the trigger.

The gun went off. The slug penetrated Gwendoline’s head and came out her upper back, severing her spine. Now she was reunited in death with her wounded Union soldier.

“Bury ‘em!” she instructed the Lieutenant. “Afterwards I’d be honored if you and your men would join me for the evening meal.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the officer nodded.

The graves were finished, the daughter and soldier unceremoniously thrown in. Then earth was thrown in on top of them. The sun was just going down when the soldiers finished and went inside for a nice, home-cooked meal…

2019 (written for C. Mike Hunt Apr 24 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by his render.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 0 (0)

Posted on March 28, 2021 by riwa

Coming April rewards

When skinny-dipping goes wrong
Ghost town hanging 5
More Shelly in Cancun
An interesting casting couch audition
Another Joia chapter
An underwater breath-off during halftime of a football game.
Another Teri 5.0 chapter
You do mine and I’ll do yours
Emma and her trip to the Jersey shore

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

I’ve been out of the hospital over a month now. I feel much better. I’m hoping nothing else internally breaks down because I’d rather not go back for a return visit, even though everyone there was so good to me. But I’m old enough now that the oldest things I own are organs and body parts. So who knows what might happen next. I’ll just continue to appreciate what I have while trying to maintain my health.

I’ve rested as much as possible while trying not to do something stupid that might strain my internal repairs. I’ve also been working at getting back into the creative process. I’ve written a lot of little shorts to go with pictures I’ve found on the Internet. Some of them may eventually turn into bigger stories which I plan on uploading here in the weeks and months to come.

There were a lot of appointments for me in March. I even went back to the hospital for a short procedure as a part of my gallbladder experience. Everything went well, and surprisingly quick. I’m doing ok.

I appreciate all of you. You did not have to, but you have chosen to be a part of my Patreon family, and that humbles me. It also makes me want to continue writing and to improve my editing to give you an entertaining distraction from what’s happening all around us. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Brandi finds the pool 4.3 (7)

Posted on March 24, 2021 by riwa

Brandi caught sight of the pool as soon as they arrived. She didn’t know about the other girls. But she was going to have herself a swim just as soon as they all got settled in.

She had no idea who her companions were. They hadn’t said much during the drive out to the castle. All she knew was that she’d been promised a personal interview from someone who believed she had what it took to go places.

She unpacked a few things from her suitcase in her private room. Then she changed into her dark pink bikini. It had been a long drive, and she wanted to go for a swim.

She did not run into anyone as she made her way down to the pool room. No one said she couldn’t go for a swim. As far as she was concerned, she was going to enjoy a nice, refreshing dip until somebody kicked her out of the water.

The place was walled like the interior of a gymnasium when she stepped inside. It was a strange room, considering it was located inside a castle. But Brandi wasn’t going to complain about the layout.

She dove into the deep end and swam to the bottom, bubbles trickling out of her nose. The water felt great. She rose to the surface and looked all around, making sure she was still alone.

It was perfect. She could swim as long as she wanted. She decided she was going to work up a nice appetite for dinner. She just hoped the meal was going to be good.

She dove to the bottom. Then she began the long swim across the floor of the pool. She loved the way the water caressed her body.

Bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she went to the bottom. Then she allowed herself to drift upward on her back. The swim felt wonderful.

She came up to the surface on her back. Brandi panted for breath as she floated in place. Then she filled her lungs before submerging again.

She swam down to the corner of the deep end of the pool. She rose up for another breath where she filled her lungs with air. Then she skulled herself downward.

Brandi pushed off the wall and began to swim across the pool floor. She set her sights on the ladder on the opposite side. When she reached it, she rose up and caught her breath.

She swam back and forth a few times. Then she swam back to the middle of the pool. She dove downward and touched the bottom before allowing herself to drift back up.

As she slowly drifted upward, she thought she saw a figure standing on the side of the pool. It looked to be someone wearing a black robe. Brandi thought it was female, making her wonder who had snuck in to watch her swim.

She swam up to the surface and gasped for breath. She looked all around before calling out, “Hello? Who’s there?” But there was no answer. The figure had vanished.

She tried to remember what the individual had looked like. But she hadn’t gotten a good look. Had she imagined it?

Was she tired? Was she low on oxygen underwater when she’d seen the figure? Brandi didn’t know.

“Must’ve imagined it,” she told herself. Then she jackknifed downward. Brandi swam down and touched the bottom before she began to swim from one side of the deep end to the other.

She surfaced and panted for breath as she clung to the side of the pool. There was a sudden splash in the middle behind her back. She turned to see ripples in the middle of the water circling outward.

She looked down toward the bottom of the pool. It looked like someone was actually down there! She filled her lungs before sticking her head under. But the figure had vanished; she didn’t see a thing.

She surfaced in confusion. Then she filled her lungs. Brandi swam down to the bottom of the pool before heading to the middle where she thought she’d seen something.

This was strange. Now she saw a grated pool drain. She was sure she hadn’t seen it there before.

Curious, she reached down and touched it. It sure as hell felt real. She felt a surge of alarm, which sent her kicking up to the surface.

She swam over to the side of the pool where she felt safer. She looked all around, only to confirm she was all alone in the room. Was she tired; was she imagining things? Maybe a nap after her swim would do her good.

She skulled herself to the bottom where she sat on her ass with her legs crossed. Brandi peacefully sat there with her eyes closed while holding her breath. It was nice and quiet.

Her world was interrupted when she heard the sounds of grunting coming from somewhere nearby. She opened her eyes and stared in horror. It looked like a woman in a black, flowing robe was struggling at the bottom of the pool, right in the middle of the deep end!

Where the hell had she come from?? What the hell was she doing? Was her foot caught in the drain?? Brandi had to help her, but right now she was out of breath.

She shot up to the surface and frantically filled her lungs. Then she dove downward. But the woman in the black robe was gone. What the hell??

She swam over to where she thought the woman had been tethered to the pool bottom, losing air while struggling to break free. When she reached the grating Brandi saw a set of handcuffs. One half was hooked to the grating.

What the hell? Where had they come from?? They weren’t there the last time she’d been down to the bottom of the pool!

Brandi surfaced, a feeling of alarm starting to fill her. She swam over to the side of the pool. Then she took another look down. The grating did not seem to be there anymore.

She shook her head as though trying to clear the cobwebs. Then she filled her lungs. Brandi dove down to the bottom before swimming toward the center of the deep end again.

Her hair flowed behind her back as bubbles trickled out of her nose. When she got to the bottom she found no grate and no handcuffs. The floor was solid, just as it was supposed to be.

That was very strange. She was sure she’d seen what she’d seen. Was she having hallucinations?

She drifted up to the surface again while trying to puzzle through the matter in her mind. Her head came up out of the water as she panted for breath. She shook her head again to clear her thoughts. This place was…

Brandi suddenly felt a hand on her ankle. She was pulled under with an abrupt “URP”. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth as she instinctively cried out.

She looked down, but saw nothing. She quickly kicked upward and panted for breath. There was no one in the pool with her! So what the hell had grabbed her ankle??

She was treading water when she was pulled under again. This time that black-robed woman was there. She was frantically tugging on her ankle as she lost a lot of air out of her nose, acting as though she needed her help.

Brandi jerked out of her grasp and surfaced. Bubbles came up all around her. The woman in the black robe was still down there, acting like she was tethered to something.

Brandi was becoming frightened. It couldn’t be real, could it? But the woman seemed real enough. And she sure seemed to be in some sort of distress.

Instinctively Brandi dove down toward her. The woman clawed up at her as though frantic. Brandi pulled herself down until she saw the problem.

The grating to the drain had returned. And so had the handcuffs. This time the other half was cuffed to the woman’s ankle, tethering her to the grate.

She heard the woman grunt as she tried to jerk her ankle free. Brandi grabbed onto the foot and fought with the woman’s cuff. She jerked against it, struggling to pull the cuffs off the grate so the woman in the black robe would not drown.

She had no clue what had happened. She had no idea how the woman had gotten cuffed to the bottom of the pool. All she knew was the black-robed lady was going to drown if she couldn’t get her free!

She struggled with the handcuffs, trying to break the chain so the woman could get to the surface. But the links were too strong. Brandi then proceeded to fight with the cuff around the woman’s ankle.

Damn! It was on good and tight. She couldn’t break it free!

She shot up for the surface for another breath, her lungs heaving ominously. The woman tried to grab her as though wanting her to stay down and help her. Brandi broke free of her grasp and popped up for a breath.

She felt a tug on her ankle, pulling her back under. Brandi was pulled right back down. She tried to motion at the struggling woman… tried to reassure her… “Take it easy; I’m going to get you free!”

Brandi reached down and began struggling once more with the handcuffs. She could not break the chain between the two metal manacles tethering the woman to the grate on the pool bottom. She heard anxious grunts as she struggled with the cuff on the woman’s ankle…….

…on her ankle?? It was on HER ankle now??? But… but that wasn’t possible!!!

Brandi looked all around in stunned surprise. But the woman was gone. Now she was the one with her ankle tethered to the pool bottom.

Brandi cried out a burst of bubbles as she struggled to reach the surface. But the cuffs pulled her up short. It was real; she was truly cuffed to the grate in the middle of the deep end!

She tipped her head back as she cried out in horror, her lungs beginning to ache. She could feel the swelling of sexual excitement from the fear of her mortal peril. Her hair flowed all around her head as she fought and struggled.

At that moment she no longer felt the cuffs around her ankle. Brandi looked down in surprise. They were no longer there; even the grate had disappeared. So why the hell was she still hung up??

She kicked and jerked as she struggled to reach the surface. She coughed up a lungful of bubbles as she struggled to break free of the imaginary handcuffs. Then she swallowed water.

Brandi began hitching and jerking near the bottom of the pool. It felt like her ankle was still hung up. She grunted and gurgled as she began to drown, spasming and convulsing painfully.

To anyone watching, it looked like she was drowning. Her leg was straight down as though tethered to something. But nothing was attached to her ankle.

Up at the surface, someone was indeed watching. A woman in a black robe was looking down on her as she drowned. The woman appeared to grope and fondle herself as though all caught up in some sort of sexual excitement at the spectacle.

It looked for all the world as though Brandi was drowning painfully. She kept hitching and gurgling. She was hardly coughing up bubbles anymore, as her lungs had mostly flooded.

Her hair flowed all around as she spasmed and convulsed. Her chest kept hitching as her other leg kicked reflexively. The one leg still acted as though it was tethered to something.

Brandi let out a bubbly sigh as she went over sideways. A few solitary bubbles slipped out of her parted lips. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her.

The woman in the robe appeared next to her in the water. She grabbed Brandi’s body and turned her onto her side. Then she began lovingly fondling and caressing the drowned woman. But to anyone who might have been watching, it would have looked as though Brandi had simply rolled over onto her side by herself.

The black-robed woman appeared to kiss Brandi’s parted lips. She lovingly ran her hand over the drowned woman’s breasts before fondling her crotch. Then she appeared to vanish into thin air, leaving Brandi’s drowned body drifting near the bottom of the pool.

2019 (written Oct 23 ’19 by riwa.)

(Inspired by renders courtesy of C. Mike Hunt which I used as illustrations.)

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My summer with Stan 4 4 (5)

Posted on March 18, 2021 by riwa

Note: bonus story

I was nervously excited as I took deep breaths to get ready. “Hold him down good,” Frieda instructed. “I want to watch him bubble as he suffers.” Then she told me, “I hope you stroke ropes of cum for me as you hold your breath, Jeff.”

I nodded as I got ready, my cock already hard. I filled my lungs and then submerged. Glenn’s legs came down around my shoulders as Frieda adjusted her position so she was sitting on the opposite side of the hot tub while looking down on me.

I stroked my dick as I held my breath. I could see her smiling at me up at the surface. I heard Glen ask, “Shall I keep him down longer?” Frieda smiled and nodded.

I felt a little electric jolt of concern at his words. But I trusted him to let me up in time. Frieda urged me to stroke my meat, so I dutifully jerked it a little more enthusiastically.

“You see?” I heard Glenn explain to his sister. “I wasn’t kidding when I said he likes it. He’s been down twice now.”

“I can’t wait to watch you suck his cock underwater.”

I soon felt the strain in my lungs as I considered her words. Was he really going to suck my cock underwater while she was watching? I didn’t know whether to be aroused or uncomfortable. Maybe I was a little bit of both.

The strain got worse as I stroked myself. I released a few bubbles of air to ease the burn in my lungs. “Now he’s starting to suffer,” Frieda gasped with delight as she bent closer to the surface while looking down on me.

It was a bit of a turn-on masturbating in front of them, although I still felt a little embarrassed. I don’t know why since we’d already held our breath naked twice. It just seemed odd to me the way they did it nude in front of each other as brother and sister.

The strain became worse as my stomach rippled. I stroked a little harder. Up at the surface I heard Frieda gasp, “That is so hot!”

I struggled to hold my breath until I didn’t think I could go any longer. I started to wriggle around, wanting up off the bottom of the hot tub. That’s when I heard Frieda tell Glenn, “Not yet; he hasn’t cum!”

I cupped my balls as I furiously jerked my meat, deciding the only way Glenn would let me back up was if I spurted my cream. I felt a pretty strong convulsion as I lost more bubbles. Then I started shooting my spunk into the water.

“Fuck, yeah!” Frieda gasped, appearing totally enthralled. I squeezed as much out as I could. Then I signaled I wanted back up.

“Not yet – not yet! Keep him down!”

I looked up in alarm at Frieda. Her expression had become almost maniacal. I lost a huge burst of bubbles as I thrashed about in a panic.

Frieda kept gasping, “NOT YET – NOT YET!” The whole damned thing scared the crap out of me. For a moment I actually thought she wanted Glenn to drown me.

With a mighty surge of adrenaline I threw Glenn’s legs off my shoulders. I shot up and gasped as though I was never going to get enough air down my lungs. My heart hammered a mile a minute in my chest.

“That was so hot!” Frieda exclaimed. But they’d scared me a little too much. Instinctively I grabbed my suit before starting to climb out of the hot tub.

Glenn blurted out, “Hey; what’s wrong?”

“I… I’m all done now. I need to go to bed. Stan and I have a big day tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to go right now.” Frieda was acting all confused.

“No – really; I should be going. Thanks for a fun evening.” Then I rushed for the house as though concerned they might grab me, force me back into the hot tub and drown me.

I heard their voices over my shoulder… “You ok, buddy?”  “Glenn, we didn’t mean…”  “You see what you did?”  “Me?? You’re the one who kept him down too long!”  “Well you’re the one who kept egging me on!”

I didn’t hear them after that as I rushed to the bathroom dripping wet. I quickly dried off and then went to bed, my heart still beating fast. It took me a while before I could calm down enough to go to sleep.

—

For the next couple of days I stuck to Stan pretty tight. We did a lot of things together, and we had a lot of fun. For the moment the hot tub was forgotten.

Once Frieda got me alone and asked if anything was wrong. I told her no. I said I was just focusing on Stan for a while. I left before she could say anything else.

Later Glenn got me alone and wanted to know if they’d said or done something wrong. I told him the same thing: I was spending more time with Stan. He seemed chagrined about it. But he told me I was still welcome to come out and use the hot tub with them anytime I wanted.

On the third evening after what felt like my near-drowning in the hot tub, Glenn motioned for me to join him out in the kitchen. When we were alone he asked why I hadn’t been out in the hot tub lately. I told him I’d kind of lost all interest.

I could tell Glenn was disappointed. “Jeff, I thought you liked holding your breath out there with us!”

“I, uh… I did. But I’m, uh… I’m spending more time with…”

“It’s not because we pushed you too hard the other night; is it, Jeff?” Instinctively I went silent.

“Jeff, we’re sorry. Let us make it up to you.”

“It’s ok. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“No, I insist.”

He looked in the direction of the living room where Stan was waiting for me to return before leaning in conspiratorially. “Tonight’s ‘handcuff night’,” he whispered into my ear. “Frieda and I will be wearing the handcuffs. You get to watch us while making us do anything you want. That includes you wearing the dive mask if you want while we go naked.”

“No really, Glenn; that’s all right…”

“You can hold us down for as long as you want, Jeff. You can make us both suffer. We deserve it.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on out after Stan goes to bed; ok? Frieda and I will be making each other wear the cuffs while doing some long breath-holds. You can come out anytime you want.”

“I’ll, uh… I’ll think about it.”

“I hope you do, buddy.” Then Glenn gave me a good-natured pat on the shoulder before he left. I just got my drink before returning to Stan.

—

I watched TV with Stan but I couldn’t get Glenn’s offer out of my mind. I could easily imagine him holding his sister down and making her bubble. I could also picture her holding him down until his cock went off as he blew his breath away.

I decided I was a little tired and headed to my room early. I waited until Stan had gone to bed. Then I looked out into the backyard. The hot tub was empty.

Had they changed their minds? Had something come up? I was actually a little disappointed.

A few minutes later I heard the back door open. I rushed to a window to look outside. Glenn and Frieda were on their way out to the hot tub carrying towels, neither one of them wearing a lick of clothing.

I heard them talking to each other… “Is he coming out?”

“I don’t know. I hope so. If not, I’m going to dunk you twice as hard. You’d better hope he comes out so you don’t get dunked all night long.”

“What if I want to get dunked all night long?”

“You’re nothing but a slut, sis!”

“Jerk!”

“That does it. You’re going first!”

By the time they got into the hot tub my cock had stiffened. I saw Frieda was definitely the one going first. I finally decided I was going out and would take my chances.

I had just slipped out the door when I saw Glenn force Frieda face down. She kicked and bubbled as she put up a struggle. That didn’t help soften my erection any.

Glenn turned and saw me coming out. He grinned as he lifted his sister’s head up out of the water. “Look who came out to watch me drown you, sis!” Then he forced her back down into the water.

“C’mon in, Jeff. Have a seat. I’m just getting started on my sister.”

I climbed in and hesitantly sat down. Frieda floated face down at the surface. Bubbles came up as she kicked a little.

“Dive mask’s over there anytime you want it, Jeff. Let’s make sure Frieda holds her breath for a really long time first. She deserves it after egging me on to drown you the other day; don’t you think?”

He lifted her head up until she gasped for breath. “Isn’t that right, sis?” he asked sweetly.

Before she could speak he pushed her head back down. Frieda bubbled as she kicked and struggled. Then she settled down as though she knew putting up a fight wouldn’t do her any good.

“Bondage night means I get to do anything I want, Jeff.” Then he grinned as he grabbed her ass with one hand and squeezed it. Frieda bubbled again as she shook her head.

“Oh knock it off, sis! You love it and you know it!” Then he reached under her chest to grope her boobs.

I sat there watching as my dick got hard and tented my trunks. Glenn saw my bulge and grinned. Then he pulled Frieda over to where I was sitting until she was staring down into my lap.

“See what you’re doing to Jeff, sis? See how turned on he is watching you hold your breath? Maybe I should make you suck his cock. How would you like that?” She just bubbled in response.

“What do you think, Jeff? Want to see her face while she’s holding her breath?” I nodded “Unh – hunh.”

“Great.”

He flipped his sister over onto her back. She panted for breath as she floated at the surface. All that nudity really made my cock hard.

“He wants to see your face as you hold your breath, sis!” Then Glenn pushed down on her boobs. Frieda bubbled as she was pushed below the surface.

I watched as bubbles came out of her nose. Glenn laughed as he groped her breasts. “Watch this, buddy,” he said as he reached down between her legs.

Frieda tried to clench them together. Glenn just forced his hand between them. She stiffened and bubbled as his fingers found her slit.

“It’s harder for her to hold her breath when I’m fingering her,” he explained. “It’s also hard for me to concentrate when I’ve got to keep her under. Care to help me out?”

I smiled at him as I nodded. “Just push down on her boobs, Jeff.” Then he let her up.

Frieda came up and gasped for breath. I pushed down on her breasts until she went back under. Frieda lost more bubbles out of her nose and mouth.

Glenn worked at fingering his sister’s pussy. “Grope her tits, buddy. She loves that while she’s holding her breath.” Then he laughed at his sister.

I squeezed her boobs as I kept her submerged. “How long do I keep her down, Glenn?”

“As long as you want, buddy.” Then he laughed again as he went back to fingering her.

I let her rise up until her head came out of the water. She gasped for breath as she looked at me. I remembered how they treated me the other day. So I pushed her right back down by shoving on her tits.

Frieda went under with another series of bubbles. Glenn fingered her pretty good. “I’m gonna make her cum if you want, buddy. Keep her down until her lungs are screaming at her, ok?”

I nodded as I kept her head and chest under. Glenn really fingered her good. Frieda wriggled and squirmed as she lost little bursts of air.

“Her chest really heaves when she’s out of breath, buddy. You can hold her down until you find out for yourself.” Then he called out, “How about it, sis? Gonna cum for Jeff here?”

He fingered her harder as I kept her submerged. I couldn’t resist squeezing her tits. It wasn’t often a guy got the chance to grope a woman so freely like that.

More bubbles came up as her cheeks started to bulge. “She’s really squeezing my fingers, buddy. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”

Frieda really began to squirm. Glenn just kept fingering her. She winced until she suddenly started hitching and jerking.

“Fuck; she’s cumming!” Glenn crowed. Frieda’s eyes rolled as she spewed away the last of her breath. That’s when I took pity on her and let her back up.

She came up panting weakly for breath. “Damn, sis. That was a good one.” She just gave her brother a dirty look.

I noticed how hard Glenn had become. He smiled as he looked in my lap. “Hey, buddy. Want to show my sister how hard you got from dunking her?”

I thought about it for a moment. Neither one acted like it was a big deal. “Why not?” I said with a shrug.

I pulled my trunks off and tossed them out of the hot tub, revealing my stiffy. “Cool!” Glenn said with a smile. “Ok, sis. It’s time for you to see just what you’ve done to our guest out here.”

He laughed as he flipped her over. She bubbled as she looked down into my lap. “See it, sis? See what you did to Jeff? Here, let me show you.” Then he asked, “You don’t mind, do you, buddy?”

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. “I, uh… I guess not.”

He laughed as he came over and sat next to me. “Don’t worry, buddy. This won’t hurt a bit.” Then he grabbed my cock before pushing his sister’s head deeper into the water.

“See it, sis? See how hard it is? Maybe you should do something about it!”

He slapped her face with it a couple of times. Then he let it go as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. “I think she ought to suck it underwater for all she put you through last time, Jeff? Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You bastard! You wouldn’t!”

“Don’t be such a bitch, sis!” Then he laughed as he pushed her head down again.

“Do you mind?” he asked me again. It was a little embarrassing the way he’d grabbed it before. But I decided I kind of liked it.

I told him it was ok with me. So he grabbed it again. Then he pushed his sister’s head close so he could smack her face with my dick.

She bubbled indignantly. “Now you’re going to suck it, sis! Suck it or you’ll never breathe again!”

I looked at Glenn in alarm. He just mouthed it was ok. Then he pushed her head close until she was able to wrap her lips around it.

“Like it, Jeff?” he asked. Then he saw my expression. “Yeah, I can tell you like it all right.”

He let go of her head. She drifted back up to the surface. More bubbles came out of her mouth.

“What’s the matter, sis? Better keep it in your mouth if you want to breathe again.” Then he pushed her head back down until she was able to wrap her lips around my shaft.

She began sucking on my cock a little more aggressively. Her cheeks went all concave. Glenn let go of her head, but she managed to stay down and keep me in her mouth.

I watched as she started to struggle. It looked like she was getting convulsions. Glenn pulled her head up, allowing her a quick breath before shoving her back down and impaling her mouth with my erection.

She grunted and bubbled as she bobbed up and down. The suction I felt was her way of keeping it in her mouth. “Damn, Glenn. I think I’m going to cum.”

“Grab her skull and fuck it, Jeff. That way she knows she’s about to get a mouthful of cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell, yeah. I do it all the time!”

I figured it was ok so long as Glenn gave me the green light. I assumed he would protect me from his sister later. So I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting up into her mouth.

At first she bubbled in surprise. I thought for sure she would be angry. If anything, she sucked even harder.

I felt my balls start to swell. “Make her swallow every drop, Jeff!” I nodded at Glenn before shoving my cock all the way to the back of her mouth.

She gagged up a lot of bubbles. Then my cock exploded in her mouth. To my surprise I felt her suctioning and vacuuming.

More bubbles came up as she started to struggle. I finally let her up for a breath. She came up panting tiredly.

“Swallow it all, sis?” Glenn asked with a wicked grin.

“Yes, damn you.” She even opened her mouth to prove it.

“Last of your dunks, sis.” Then he grabbed both sides of her head.

He slammed her face down three times before holding her underwater. She bubbled like crazy. Then he pulled her up for a quick breath before he did it again.

She got three quick dunks followed by a quick breath. Glenn did that three times. Then he rolled her over onto her back.

Frieda panted tiredly, although she coughed a little. Then she smiled up at her brother. “Now it’s your turn, asshole. This time you get to be the one sucking cock.” He just laughed as he pushed down on her boobs, submerging her for a good minute or so before letting her up and freeing her from the cuffs.

(7-7-20)

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Kimona and Mahina on Santamos Island 4.4 (33)

Posted on March 18, 2021 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

Kimona and the Santamos Island lottery

Meet Kimona. She came over from Jamaica to participate in the Santamos island lottery with her friends. This was her sexy fate.

Lottery season on Santamos Island runs from August 1st to October 31st of each year. It is a program that was instituted by the government to bring more tourist dollars to this little island nation. Each year it has gained in popularity.

Started in 2012, it is now in its 7th season. It started with a drawing every weekday. There were three drawings on Friday to account for the executions through the weekend.

Originally there were more numbers than participants, leading to days were there were no executions. In 2013 the government modified the system to cater to the tourists who came to witness an execution but ended up going home disappointed. Thus, a system was put in place guaranteeing a drawing on Friday followed by an execution sometime during the weekend.

The program grew in popularity until the government added a second lottery drawing midweek in 2015 as all the numbers available were now being chosen or assigned. That meant there were guaranteed executions midweek as well as on the weekends. But an influx of tourists from all over the world meant there were now more participants than numbers.

In 2017 the government again tweaked the Santamos Island Lottery, a system that still stands today. There are now three drawings that take place per week on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The program is more popular than ever, allowing tourists to get their lottery number on the mainland in advance. Once chosen, they have 24 hours to report to Santamos Island to arrange for their execution.

Kimona was a resident of Jamaica and requested her number in late June of 2018. Her number was drawn September 13th. She arrived the next day with four of her friends.

She requested a hanging just off the beach on Saturday September 15th so she could enjoy the view during her execution. The paperwork was signed, and a notice was posted indicating her hanging would be open to public viewing. It was later learned she had a goodbye dinner with her friends.

What happened during her final hours is not fully known, although her friend Mia indicated there was much revelry and merriment with each other as well as members of the opposite sex. At 10 AM, the morning of the 15th Kimona reported to the beach for her hanging. A special post was erected to accommodate her request.

The cheerful, sexy Jamaican had requested she be allowed to hang herself. So a small tripod stool was provided. She stood upon the stool and was noosed while her friend Mia shackled her wrists and ankles together.

She displayed a nervousness with the knowledge her young life was about to come to an end. A large crowd had gathered to watch. This apparently excited the young woman.

She thanked her friends for a night to remember. Then she thanked all those who had shown up to witness her hanging. After she was done speaking she smiled bravely before gingerly stepping off the stool.

Kimona’s hanging was animated and erotic. Afterwards her friend Mia related how turned on she’d become observing what she referred to as “one hell of a sexy air-dance.” With a thick noose, Kimona lasted approximately six and a half minutes before she gently swayed back and forth in death.

She received polite applause from the spectators before they slowly departed. Kimona’s friends remained behind to observe the corpse. Mia told us, “I never knew Kimona would look so sexy hanging there naked like that.”

The friends enjoyed the dangling body for several minutes. Then they departed to hold a Celebration of Life gathering as they called it. Kimona was left dangling for one hour at her request so that she could “enjoy” the view.

There have been many others after Kimona. Tourists and residents alike have participated in the lottery. 2019 promises to be another year of excitement.

So make your plans now to reserve a number. They have been going fast over the last couple of years. Officials are in discussions to add a special drawing once a week to accommodate demand.

So come to Santamos Island and witness an execution for yourself. Get your number early if you wish to take part in the yearly drawing. There are travel discounts for those whose number has been drawn and will be flying in to end their lives. We look forward to seeing you on our fair island.

(May 26, 2019)

(Inspired by renders by Mike Hunt)

Mahina’s self-decapitation

She ran into me when she burst out of the door. She was wearing a skimpy bikini that looked almost transparent on her. She quickly apologized for not watching where she was going. I told her it was all right.

She said her name was Mahina and I told her mine. She said she spent her entire life savings just to come to the island. She’d heard all about Santamos and wanted to experience it for herself.

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she grinned as she asked, “How’d you like to execute me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The form is already signed. I can be executed any time. How would you like to execute me?”

She seemed so cavalier about it for someone so young to have made such a serious decision. So I asked, “Why do you want to die?”

“Oh, I don’t want to die. I just want to be executed. I think it would be exciting.”

I shook my head at her command of logic. “I’m not sure I’m the one you’re looking for. I’m not sure I could execute someone so young, vibrant and full of life.”

“Sure you can!”

“I’m really not sure.”

“Why don’t you walk with me for a while? You can do that, can’t you?”

I thought about it for a moment. I figured taking a walk with her shouldn’t get me in too much trouble. So I told her I’d be happy to go along with her.

She eagerly led me out to the firing range. But she was disappointed when there were no executions taking place to witness. “Want to shoot me?” she asked excitedly.

“Do you want me to shoot you?”

“I think it would be exciting. Don’t you?”

“I’m not so sure.”

She saw the hesitation in my eyes and accommodated me. “Ok – ok; you don’t have to shoot me.” Then she grabbed my arm. “C’mon; let’s go check out the beach.”

We headed off until we found where the tidal stakes were. There was no one around. “Want to watch me drown?” she gasped excitedly.

I looked at the water and the stakes. Then I told her, “That could take a while. It looks like the tide is going out.”

“Too long. I don’t want to wait that long.” And with that she eagerly led me off in another direction.

We made a stop by the gallows. It was also not being used. She seemed disappointed there were no executions taking place.

“How’d you like to hang me?” she gasped excitedly. “I promise I’ll kick real hard for you.”

“I witnessed a hanging yesterday. It looked kind of painful. I’m not sure I’d like to see you suffer.”

“Aww, you’re no fun. C’mon; let’s go see what else they have!” She sure seemed anxious to get herself killed.

We walked along the boardwalk until we came to a block and axe. “This looks like fun!” she gasped. “I’d love for you to take my head! I’ll even suck my executioner’s cock before I expose my neck to your blade. How about it?”

I hesitated, although she was starting to wear me down. She saw it in my eyes and sagged unhappily. “You act like you really don’t want to execute anyone, do you.” She sounded disappointed.

“Maybe I just haven’t met the right person yet.”

“Well, you’ve met me. Let’s look around and see what else we can find!”

“Fine with me.”

We walked around a while until we encountered something I hadn’t seen before. It was a small, makeshift guillotine behind a building. It was all in metal, with a lever to pull to release the blade. It was unlike the wooden guillotine I’d seen on the other side of the island.

“Wow, would you look at that!”

She rushed up to have a look. I stayed back as though the damned thing was going to bite me. Besides, I was starting to experience some disturbing sensations down in my crotch.

She looked almost naked as she ran her hand all over it. She inspected every inch, although there wasn’t much to inspect. The more she touched it, the more her nipples started to protrude through that top of hers.

“Wow! Just look at it! It’s beautiful!”

“I never thought a guillotine could ever be considered as beautiful.”

“That’s because you don’t appreciate it like I do!”

She kept touching it as though she was in love with it or something. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Did she really have a death wish? Or was it the machine she was so fascinated by?

She looked at me and smiled. “It’s perfect… just my size! Wow! I could really lose my head over this thing!”

“Mahina, are you sure you want to…”

“Look. I’m really excited about this guillotine. You’re not going to spoil this for me, are you?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“I want you to stay and watch. I’m so excited right now. But there’s no one around. I’d really like someone to stay and watch. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

I looked all around. But we were alone. I didn’t want to abandon her. So I told her, “I suppose I can do that.”

“I’m so horny right now. I could do this to myself so easy! I think that’s the way they built it, don’t you?

They made it so you can behead yourself! Isn’t that wild?”

She bent forward onto the metal bench-bar. Her breasts hung down on either side of it. “Wow!” she gasped excitedly.

“Mahina, please don’t…”

“Are you as excited as I am right now? Please tell me you’re excited! I know I sure am!”

I reluctantly nodded. “Yes, Mahina. I’m a little excited here. But I don’t want to encourage you to…”

“Oh, it’s too late for that. I’m really horny right now!”

She adjusted her position on the bar that served as sort of a bench. She wriggled around a little. Then she put her head through the opening.

“Wow! You have no idea what this is doing to me!” Then she brought the lunette down onto her neck. A moment later she reached out and grabbed the lever.

“Mahina…”

“I’m so excited right now! I can touch myself and everything!” Then she brushed her braids out of the path of the blade.

I wanted to tell her to be careful. But I didn’t think it would do any good. She was really excited, and I didn’t want to put a damper on things, even though I knew she was playing with fire.

She looked up at me with a huge grin. Then she looked lower and smiled. “Aha! I knew it! I knew you would get all turned on seeing me like this!”

“Ok, Mahina; I’ll admit it. I’m getting a little turned on over here. But I…”

“No ‘buts’, ok? Just let me enjoy this!”

She grabbed onto the red handle. To my surprise she started stroking it like a cock. I don’t know why it made my dick twitch.”

I started to put up a protest. But this time I held my tongue. I was afraid she might get angry and send me away.

So why was I sticking around? Was I trying to see to her welfare? At this rate she wouldn’t be around long enough to need much more protection.

Was I sticking around to see if she would pull the lever? She was certainly acting like she wanted to. There was nothing that indicated she had any qualms about bringing the blade down on herself.

“Wow! I’m so excited! This feels incredible!”

She didn’t even bother looking up at me. She just looked down where her head would land if the blade came down. Then she slipped her left hand back underneath her.

She began panting and moaning. I could tell she was fingering herself. Her breathing became heavy and labored as she started to writhe.

“I’m so excited! You have no idea how turned on I am right now! You’re turned on too, aren’t you?”

“Yes… yes I am.” I didn’t want to admit it to her, but I figured she really did want to know.

“I knew it!” she declared as she looked down at my crotch. Then she began fingering herself harder.

“You want to see me do it, don’t you? Tell me you want to see me do it! I’m so excited right now I could just burst.”

“You want the truth, Mahina?”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I’m ashamed to admit this. But I think I do want to see you pull the lever.”

“Oh, FUCK! That is so hot!”

She gasped for breath as she fingered herself harder. She stroked that handle as though she was giving it a handjob. My cock was straining in my pants.

“You’ll use me after I’m dead, won’t you? You’ll use my body to get off, ok? I really want you to!”

My breath caught in my throat as I nodded. “Yes, Mahina. If you want me too, I’ll use you after you’re beheaded.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Oh, FUCK! I think I’m gonna cum!”

She stroked the handle harder. For a moment I was afraid she was actually going to pull it. What shamed me was the moment I reached the point where I really wanted her to do it.

Her breathing became labored as she furiously fingered herself. Her hand flew up and down the handle of the lever. It was as though she was really giving a handjob. What the hell was she trying to do: make the lever cream itself before she pulled it??

“I’m so… oh fuck, this is… I’m getting close!”

“I’m right with you, Mahina.”

She looked up and saw I’d pulled my cock out and was stroking it. She stroked the handle harder. I tried to match her.

She was all caught up in some sort of sexual obsession. There was no way I could stop her now, not that I wanted to. I was ashamed to admit that to myself.

She really wanted to go through with this. She writhed and wriggled as she stretched out on that bench-bar. “Together!” she panted.

“I’m sorry; say again?”

“We’re all going to cum together… you… me… the guillotine.”

What the hell? Did she think that handle was going to spurt or something?? Was the guillotine supposed to orgasm? Or was she talking about it “cumming” by releasing the blade the way us males have our own release?

“Fuck… FUCK… ALMOST… OHMYGAWD! I’M ALMOST THERE!”

I shamefully stroked harder. Her hand was a blur on the handle. Wait, was she starting to pull it??

By now I was too far gone. I didn’t want to stop her. I really wanted the silly bitch to pull the damned thing.

Mahina suddenly started to scream. At the same time I thought I saw her arm jerk the lever. All I know is I heard a distinct click.

The blade whooshed right down, silencing her forever. Her head dropped abruptly as her hand suddenly let go of the lever. That’s when her ass jerked upward.

The poor thing went off, bucking and shuddering on that bench-bar. Her legs started to kick a little as she wobbled from side to side. I don’t know how she stayed on, but she managed.

Her head bounced off the stony ground. I’m sure that must have hurt a little. I half expected her to cry out. Then I remembered she couldn’t speak anymore.

I stepped forward as my cock went off. My cream arced into the air, just missing her head. The way she was looking up, I’m almost certain she saw me spurting.

Her body stopped wobbling and began to settle down. Her legs bent at the knees until the bench-bar took her full weight. The arm formerly holding onto the handle finally hung limp at her side.

She had this strange look on her face. Then I looked and saw her hand was still wedged in her crotch. Was she still fingering herself? It seemed unlikely, but at this point in my day I figured anything was possible.

I couldn’t believe it! She was still twitching and spasming. It’s as though her brain was somehow sending haphazard signals through the air, causing her muscles to randomly fire off.

Her ass still jerked around a little. I saw her long, slender legs twitching and wriggling. Her breasts bounced as they hung down on either side of that bench-bar. It was arousing as hell.

Through it all her hand remained wedged in her crotch. It was as though she was still trying to get herself off, even in death. I had spurted and should have started to soften. But the whole damned thing kept me rock hard.

There was nothing I could do for her now. She’d gone and done it all on her own. The guillotine had certainly worked the way it was intended, the handle being pulled by the one riding the mechanism.

I slowly walked all the way around, examining her thoroughly. There were still stray muscles firing off. Her body just kept twitching with the occasional spasm.

I looked down at her head and studied the expression in her eyes. There was this incredible look of bliss on her face. How could she feel the pleasure her dying body was experiencing if her brain had been severed from the rest of her? It sure looked as though that was exactly what was happening.

I looked at her from behind and saw how wet her skimpy thong had become. I don’t know if it was from urine or sexual arousal. Maybe it didn’t matter.

I looked at her face one more time. I couldn’t tell, but it was almost as though she was begging me to enjoy her. Her headless body certainly looked sexy as hell.

I couldn’t fathom how I could still be so hard. Everything about the scene seemed so surreal. And yet I was turned on like never before.

I looked at her for a long moment, trying to decide how best to use her. It felt… awkward thinking about using her head to give me head. For the time being I decided that was out.

I walked around behind her and had a good look. Her left hand was still in place. But she wasn’t fingering herself anymore.

I gently reached out and grabbed her thong. I pulled it down her legs. Her pussy was wet and dripping, no doubt from the orgasm she’d experienced at the moment of her beheading.

What had those last moments felt like for her, feeling the blade slice through muscle and bone? What had gone through her head the moment cold steel sliced through her neck? Had the blade severed her ability to feel her last orgasm?

I stood there inspecting her wet pussy. Then I noticed the puckered anus directly above. She certainly wasn’t going to object if that’s what I was interested in.

I began rubbing her pussy, feeling it with my fingers. It was wet all the way inside. She must have experienced one hell of an O… at least what she was able to feel before the blade came down.

I suddenly felt I needed to ask her permission. So I walked around until I saw her head. She was staring up at me, her eyes lifeless and glazed over.

I started to ask if it was ok. Then a stray muscle fired. It was as though she was smiling at me, giving me her permission. Hell, I think she really wanted me to.

I picked her head up and tenderly kissed her lips. I thanked her for running into me and letting me watch her drop the blade on herself. Otherwise I might have missed out as she probably would have found this machine and beheaded herself anyway.

I gently set her head back down. Then I headed around behind her. My cock was hard and I needed some relief again.

I fingered her pussy, getting my digits all lubed up. Then I wiped them around the rim of her ass. I slowly pushed them inside, lubricating her.

It was a surreal experience as I pushed my fingers in deeper. I tried to open her up. Then I pushed my dick against her opening.

I slowly worked my way inside. She was incredibly tight. It felt amazing.

I began to fuck her, slowly at first, but then harder and faster. Her body rocked in the guillotine. I smacked her ass a couple of times for good measure.

She never gave me an ounce of protest or resistance. It felt strange fucking the ass of a dead woman. But Mahina didn’t seem to mind. Hell, the look in her lifeless eyes almost gave me the impression she was enjoying the way I was using her.

I pulled out of her ass and thrust into her wet pussy. It was just as tight. It was also wet and warm. It felt wonderful.

Her body rocked from each thrust. Was it me or did it feel like she was getting wetter? I assumed it was just my imagination.

I pulled out and thrust into her ass again. I fucked her good and hard. Her body rocked until we seemed to develop a rhythm… if you could call it that.

Her ass suddenly spasmed, milking a cum right out of me. I rammed my dick in hard, depositing my seed deep in her rectum. Then I pulled out and looked at her.

Her eyes were all vacant and lifeless. But there was something in her expression. Was she happy I was using her? Or had the whole damned thing affected my ability for rational thought?

I didn’t soften all that much. For some reason I couldn’t. So I used her pussy and ass again.

I finally came around front and picked up her head. I fucked her mouth until the tip of my dick poked out through her severed stump. Then I pulled her head off and thrust through the whole in flesh and bone.

It was incredible the way my dick poked out past her lips. It didn’t take long for me to cum one last time. This time I shot my load out of her mouth over the lunette onto her backside.

I switched her head around and used her mouth to clean my cock. Afterwards I gently placed her head on her ass. Then I went to go tell someone they had a body that needed to be tended to. I also found myself hoping I might run into another young woman who wanted a man to watch her die. Maybe this time I would have the nerve to help execute her.

2019 (written for Mike Hunt Jul 18 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the renders courtesy of Mike Hunt.)

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An obsessed fan 3.9 (7)

Posted on March 12, 2021 by riwa

The first one I ever drowned in her bathtub was the incomparable Wendy Dean. I suppose I could blame the whole thing on her. But maybe I should take some responsibility for myself.

She used to have these parties where she would invite guys to come and spend a week with her. They always took a ton of footage whenever she was in the water. A lot of videos came out of those parties.

I went to her last one. What I saw convinced me just how good she was when it came to acting out a drowning scenario. She must have done 15 or 20 of them at least. And some had to be filmed 2 or three times just to get the scene right.

She never failed to elicit bulges out of the guys in attendance. Her drowning scenarios were always arousing. She loved the affect it had on us.

You could tell how much she loved “drowning” for us guys. You could tell by the look in her eyes just how much she loved turning us on. She knew what the guys liked, and she always gave it 110%.

I got to take part in one of her “pool drownings”. I held onto her body as she writhed and struggled in my grasp. We were pressed together as the guys filmed the scene.

I had this unbelievable erection the whole time I held onto her. She put on an unbelievable drowning performance. The way she looked at me with that panicked expression was priceless.

The first time we shot it I couldn’t disguise my crotch rocket. She was underwater struggling against me for about a good 45 seconds. I know she could tell I had a raging hard-on.

When we came up for air I was sure she was going to be angry with me. But she didn’t say a word about it. She actually gave me this knowing smile as though she loved the effect she was having on me.

We had to shoot the scene in segments so we could splice it together. As she drew closer to her “drowning” she put more effort into it. She really struggled in my grasp.

A couple times I thought she was humping me. Then we would surface for air. After getting another breath we would go right back down and pick up where we’d left off.

Her final moments were pure bliss. She hitched and gurgled in my grasp as though she was really drowning. Then she went motionless, holding her breath for a good half-minute while I held onto her.

We did one more take after that. In the last shot she held her breath while giving me that “death stare”. I was allowed to grope and fondle her breasts for nearly a minute as she remained perfectly still. It was incredible.

The party finally broke up and the guys all went their separate ways. I’m not sure who had the most fun. Wendy put in most of the work. But despite her exhaustion, she seemed to have this glow about her.

Before I left she told me she was going to take a nice bath to soak away her sore muscles. I told her I thought that sounded like a good idea. But inwardly my mind was racing.

I went down the street, watching and waiting. I really wanted to see Wendy in her bath. My only obstacle was her husband.

I was about to give up when I saw him get in their car and pull away. Maybe he was running an errand. But with the image of Wendy in her bath, I simply couldn’t resist.

I snuck back to their house and tried the door. Fortunately it had not been locked. I snuck inside and crept around, being careful not to attract any attention to myself.

I located the bathroom once I heard the sound of the bathtub filling. Wendy was humming some tune. When I caught sight of her she was wearing a sexy, light blue nightie.

All at once I got an erection. I wanted to see her submerged in her bathtub. Correction: I wanted to watch her drown in her bathtub.

I crept closer to have a look. That’s when she turned in my direction. She let out a cry of alarm before sighing in relief.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you left.”

“I did, Wendy. But when I heard you were going to take a bath I just couldn’t resist.”

“That’s sweet of you, love. But I’m really tired now. The party is over; there’ll be no more filming.”

“Can’t you drown for me in your tub? Can’t you drown just one more time?”

“Look, I really had a lot of fun this past week. But the party is over. You really need to go home now.”

“Aw, c’mon, Wendy. You drown so wonderfully!”

“I’m flattered you think so. But you really need to be going. I need to unwind from a long, hectic week of holding my breath and drowning for you lovely lads.”

Instinctively I moved toward her. “You can drown once more for me, can’t you?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I really must insist you leave this house at once.”

“But Wendy; you drown so divinely! Just one more for me?”

I saw the tub was full so I turned the faucet to the off position. Always polite, Wendy instinctively thanked me. Then she corrected herself as she told me, “You really have to be going now!”

“Aw, Wendy… just one more.” Then I began to push her backwards toward the tub.

“No, really; I insist… what are you doing – AAWWWWW!”

I pushed her over backward until she hit the water with a splash. I forced her down into the bottom of the tub until she was really struggling. That’s when her nightie began to turn transparent for me.

She released a ton of nose bubbles. Then she screamed as she shook her head. I smiled as I told her, “That’s right, Wendy; that’s right. I love it when you struggle. You always act so realistic when you’re performing.”

Big bursts of bubbles came up. Then she gave me the signal to bring her up. She must have remembered it from the party.

Instinctively I pulled her head up. She gasped and sputtered for breath. But when she started to cry out I forced her head back down.

She lost more nose bubbles as she shook her head. She did a good job trying to fight me off. She always did put on a great performance.

I let her up and she gasped loudly for breath again. Then I pushed her right back under. I watched as more sexy bubbles came up.

I let her up again, thrilled to hear another desperate gasp for breath. Then I pushed her right back down. By now I was rock hard in my pants.

She released more nose bubbles as she let out a bubbly scream. I smiled as I looked down at her. “You always drown so wonderfully, Wendy. You’ll drown for me one more time, won’t you?”

I kept her down until she gave me the signal again. But I knew from previous experience she could hold her breath a little longer after that. So I kept pushing down on her shoulders.

She frantically shook her head as her legs kicked wildly. I finally pulled her head back up. She really gasped for breath.

“Now you’re going to put on a good drowning for me; right, Wendy? This time it’s just you and me.” Then I pushed her back down to the bottom of her tub.

She got a bit of a breath before going back down. She knew I wanted a good performance. I was glad she got that breath so she could prolong her drowning for me.

She didn’t struggle so much as she tried to hold her breath. But she had this look of terror in her eyes. I nodded as I told her, “You’re going to drown real good for me, aren’t you, Wendy?”

For a moment she looked like she didn’t know what to do. She finally nodded at me. Maybe she thought if she gave me one last drowning performance, I would go home a happy, satisfied aquaphile and would leave her to her bath.

I pushed down on her shoulders as she looked up at me. Her expression was perfect. I don’t think she could have portrayed her fear any better.

It wasn’t long before bubbles started to come out of her nose. I thought that was sexy as hell. She even bulged her cheeks for me.

I saw her stomach start to convulse. Then her chest began to heave. She began shaking her head as she gave me the signal.

“Not yet, Wendy,” I told her enthusiastically. “First you have to drown for me. You’re going to drown for me real good, aren’t you?”

She shook her head harder as more bubbles trickled out of her nose. She had this panicked look in her eyes. It was incredible.

“C’mon, Wendy!” I urged. “You can’t hold your breath forever. It’s time for you to drown for me!”

She lost a big burst of bubbles out of her mouth. Her chest heaved as she gulped and grunted. There was another big burst of bubbles. Then I saw her gulp water.

Almost immediately her expression changed as though she was really terrified. Then she started hitching and gurgling. She kept gulping and convulsing as the water in the tub sloshed around.

I pushed down hard on her shoulders as my cock throbbed. Wendy kept hitching and gulping. The bubbles coming out of her mouth and nose lessened considerably.

The moment she went limp is the moment I creamed my pants. She no longer struggled to get her head up out of the tub. She just stared at me in utter disbelief.

I had to make a confession to her. “Wendy, you have no idea how hard I just came.” She released a couple of stray bubbles out of her parted lips in response.

I pulled her nightie down, exposing her swollen breasts. I began to grope and fondle them. “I know you like this,” I said with a smile. “I saw it in your eyes at the party. You had to act all drowned and lifeless at the time. But I could tell how much you enjoyed it.”

Just for fun I pushed into her stomach. It caused a couple of bubbles to evacuate her flooded lungs. She just stared upward with lifeless eyes.

I finally let her go. But she remained on the bottom of her tub. She was giving me the complete performance, and I loved her for it.

“Wendy, that was great. You have no idea how many times I had to stop from creaming myself watching you drown so many times during your party. I’m so glad we had this time together. Now I’ll leave you to your bath.” And with that I slipped out of her house, a happy, satisfied aquaphile.

2019 (written Sep 1 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture courtesy of Wendy Dean Aquablonde.)

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A night to remember 6 4.4 (20)

Posted on March 6, 2021 by riwa

A night to remember 6: Torturing Carmen and Sophia

Chastity was in a generous mood. She had enjoyed snuffing her “winnings” from the card game up on stage earlier. Then she enjoyed watching me snuff Tia the attendant.

I followed her and Monique as they led her last two prizes – Carmen and Sophia – into a sex room. She smiled evilly as she told them, “I think I’ll have you bitches entertain me until I’m ready to snuff you.”

Their wrists were tied together behind their backs. Their ankles were secured with ropes dangling from the ceiling so they could hang suspended. Knees were bent and parted so their cunts were invitingly exposed. Mouths were forced open with ring-gags.

A couple of attendants helped lift both women up into the air by the ropes attached to ankles and secured wrists. The Latina and French girl were fully suspended off the floor. Mouths and pussies dangled at a convenient height.

Chastity, Monique and I took up seats at a small table where drinks were furnished. “Bring in the clients,” Mistress announced with a wave of her hand. “I do hope they don’t mind us watching. The bitches are now available to one and all for no charge. Consider their holes ‘on the house’. I’m in a good mood tonight.”

For the next couple of hours we watched as Carmen and Sophia were fucked in every hole. Males and females came in to enjoy them both. Chastity was gracious to one and all as each client was allowed to make use of her “winnings” from the card game.

She was especially enthusiastic whenever either one was fucked by a female. She especially encouraged those clients to “Go right ahead and fuck ‘em hard, ladies! Make ‘em scream for me. That’s what they’re here for.”

As a submissive, the French slut seemed resigned to her fate, if not actually a little excited about it. She was multi-orgasmic, cumming hard time and time again. She often got off both Chastity and my wife Monique simply by her moans and cries.

On the other hand Carmen was a stubborn, defiant bitch. It was a character trait that worked against her. Once our clients discovered her flaw, they showed no mercy, ruthlessly fucking her again and again. Orgasms were virtually raped out of her body.

Of the two bitches I think Carmen’s performance aroused me more. It brought out Chastity’s cruel side. She encouraged everyone to “Rape that fucking whore! Put the damned bitch in her place!”

I’m not sure if the Latina had much practice being a submissive slut. She was certainly getting an education now. It was arousing as hell.

Halfway through the fucking Mistress suggested I go and relieve myself. She told me to show the stubborn bitch how to take it like her submissive French slut. Naturally I couldn’t resist an offer like that.

I got up to give her a taste of my cock. I raped her cunt hard, pounding her mercilessly. It made her body rock and jerk in her suspension.

Monique decided to come over and join me. She assisted by fucking Sophia with a strap-on. The French submissive was brutally fucked as she was forced to watch me bang her Mistress.

I shifted to Carmen’s ass, fucking her rectum hard. Mistress leaned forward excitedly, urging me to brutalize the bitch. Carmen tried to be defiant, but it was no use.

She cursed me through that ring gag in her mouth. I was oblivious to her cries as I pounded her shit-hole harder. I was delighted when I raped an orgasm right out of her. Her body shuddered violently as she came like a whore.

I finished her off by making her suck my cock clean after leaving a dripping deposit in her anus. She was forced to taste her ass on my still hard dick. I was not merciful as I shoved it deep down her throat.

“Gag the fucking whore, honey!” my wife urged excitedly. She spun Sophia around. Then she fucked the French girl’s mouth as well so that together as husband and wife we pounded both oral cavities.

“Make her choke on it, my dear boy!” Mistress urged me with a cruel laugh. She stood up, came over and tugged violently on Carmen’s tits. The Latina screamed with a mouthful of cock.

“Not so high and mighty now; are we, honey,” Chastity told her, her voice dripping with venom.

After we finished, Monique and I rejoined Mistress. We all went back over to the table for refreshments. Chastity raised her glass in a toast.

“Well done, my pretties” she praised us, eyeing her victims coldly. “Now that’s how you rape a couple of deserving whores, especially one who tries to be such a dominating bitch. Let’s open those holes back up for business, shall we?”

She smiled cruelly as the three of us settled in. More clients came in to partake in the two slut freebies the Club was offering. It amazed me where they kept coming from.

At the end of the second hour I was hard again. Mistress encouraged my wife and I to go ahead and fuck them for round two. By then Carmen was too weak to protest.

She still tried to act a little defiant. This time I fucked her French submissive. I allowed my wife Monique to take on the Latina bitch.

Monique was especially cruel. She fisted Carmen’s cunt while taunting her. She told her to watch me fuck her French bitch and that there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop it. Then she shoved a second fist into Carmen’s ass as I raped her blonde submissive.

Sophia experienced my hard cock deep inside her fertile cunt. She was helpless as she watched her poor Mistress get brutally violated. It must have aroused her greatly because she certainly endured one hell of an orgasm.

Her spasming cunt milked me dry. I filled her fuck-hole with my seed. Her continuous banging left copious amounts of cum dripping out of all of her holes.

Carmen finally went off like a rocket, going from one devastating orgasm to the next. It must have been humiliating for her. She howled through her ring gag as Monique fisted her cunt and ass.

I don’t know if it was the fisting or the sight of me abusing her little slut. Maybe it was the humiliation of her situation that ultimately set her off. Her system finally overloaded because she suddenly passed out, hanging limp and lifeless in her suspension.

Chastity stood up and applauded, loving what we’d done to her card game bitches. She instructed her attendants to take them down to her suite. She quietly gave them instructions on how to prepare them. Then the three of us left to do a walk-through of the casino while her orders were being carried out.

—

We wandered through the casino for several minutes, saying hi to our many clients. Mistress Chastity finally decided it was time for us to attend to her bitches down in her suite. I was curious as to her plans.

I inquired as to what she intended to do with them. “Why I plan on torturing them, my dear boy!” she said with great delight. “Then I intend to snuff them. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

My wife looked at me if to say “Wasn’t it obvious? Did you really have to ask?”

I could tell by the expression on her face that she was really looking forward to it. I felt properly chastised. “My apologies for being such a dunce.”

“Not at all, my dear boy,” Mistress replied good-naturedly. Then she patted me on the chest. “By all means… DO come and join us. It promises to be quite stimulating, a glorious ending to a wonderful evening.”

“It will certainly be a night to remember,” Monique agreed. She purred happily as she wrapped her arms through mine, allowing me to escort her.

We reached Chastity’s suite and stepped inside. We found Carmen and Sophia bound and ready to play with. The naked Latina dom had her arms roped outward and upward above her to the ceiling, her legs splayed open by a spreader bar.

A rope came down behind her from her neck. Twin threads ran down tightly through her crotch. They went right back up between her breasts to wrap around her throat, threatening to strangle her. She was not gagged and was permitted to observe her bound submissive.

Sophia lay naked on her back. She was strapped onto a body-board on a hydraulic pedestal. A section of floor opened directly below her head, revealing water.

Her arms were secured tightly to her body. But the naked French girl’s legs were spread wide. She stared helplessly up at the ceiling.

She was unable to tip her head back far enough to observe her former Mistress’ plight. She whimpered uncertainly, fearful of the known and the unknown. My cock quickly started to harden again.

Beside both bound females were a couple of small tables on wheels. Each table contained various implements of sadistic cruelty. I anticipated a forthcoming mixture of pain and pleasure.

“So how are my bitches?” Mistress asked with a smile. “Are my cunts ready for some pain? Ready to die for me, my pretties?”

“Go to hell,” Carmen panted. But there was little enthusiasm to her words. Either she was exhausted or she was simply putting on an act.

A thought occurred to me. Was it possible this whole thing had been set up from the very beginning? That seemed unlikely. After all, it could very easily have been Mistress Chastity stuck with that last losing hand instead of Carmen and her submissive.

“I’m going to have the most fun with you,” Chastity purred at her. “We’re going to have a great time together. But not to worry. I’m sure Monique will enjoy torturing your precious little sub.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, honey,” Chastity said as she sauntered over. “I plan on fucking YOU!”

She motioned for Monique to take care of Sophia. Then she instructed me to pull up a chair. “Have a drink, my dear boy. Enjoy the show.”

My wife freed the latches to the table. Then she brutally tilted it downward. Sophia’s head was immediately submerged into the water below. “Bubble for me, bitch!” she demanded.

When no bubbles were forthcoming, she grabbed an erect nipple. Then she gave it a good, hard twist while declaring “I said BUBBLE for me, you fucking whore!”

Sophia screamed a flurry of bubbles. Her body writhed and struggled. Monique slapped her tits hard before pulling on her erect nipples. “You fucking LOVE it; don’t you, whore!”

She laughed cruelly, happily abusing the bubbling blonde. I looked over and saw Mistress pawing the tits of her captor. I noticed a flogger in her free hand.

“You love it; don’t you, honey,” she chuckled mercilessly. “You love watching my dear Monique torture your slutty sub, don’t you?”

“Go to hell!”

“Tell me you don’t love hearing her bubbly screams,” Chastity demanded, pulling on her nipples. “Tell me that doesn’t get you off. Tell me you don’t love the idea of my dear girl drowning your sexy bitch!”

“Damn you!” Carmen panted. But I think Mistress was right. The more abuse Monique heaped upon her sub, the more the Latina panted heavily.

Her eyes were wide despite her distress. It was as though she couldn’t help being affected by what she was witnessing. It wasn’t long until she started to moan.

I heard a sound, followed by Sophia’s screams. Monique was flogging her pussy hard while her head was out of the water. The many tails of the whip stung the poor girl’s crotch.

The board was abruptly tipped downward. The French girl screamed with her head underwater. More bubbles came up as Monique flogged the exposed pussy a couple more times.

Carmen suddenly yelped as she received a similar whipping on her crotch. “Tell me you love it, bitch!” Chastity yelled, cruelly flogging her cunt and ass. “Tell me you fucking LOVE it!”

The Club’s co-owner whipped the mistress while my wife flogged the submissive. Occasionally Monique lifted Sophia’s head up for a breath. Then she would dunk her head again, forcing her to hold her breath while flogging her exposed cunt.

Sophia screamed above and below the water. Bubbles fountained upward with her explosive breaths and painful cries. Chastity and Monique worked in tandem until the room was filled with delicious screams and shrieks.

Carmen shrieked from her pain. But still her eyes remained focused on her sub. “Cum for me, bitch!” Chastity crowed triumphantly. “Listen to your sub’s juicy screams… and then cum for me!”

Mistress whipped her hard until the Latina screamed. She shuddered as an orgasm was literally flogged right out of her. But she wasn’t the only one orgasming.

Sophia screamed a froth of bubbles from her blows. She squirted her orgasm, drenching the flogger in Monique’s hand. That just turned my wife on even more, making her more sadistic as she hit her again and again with the wet tails of the whip.

Sophia was given a break from her dunkings, only to have her tits severely whipped. At the same time I saw Mistress clamp Carmen’s nipples together with a chain. She hung weights from a link between her cleavage to add to her misery, causing her to cry out in pain.

It was arousing as hell. My cock was hard in no time at all. Chastity saw my need and responded accordingly.

“Go on over, my dear boy,” she suggested with a wink while jerking on Carmen’s chain. “Why don’t you rape that ass over there while I rape this one over here?”

Carmen whimpered, her defiance having been beaten out of her. There was this strange look in her eyes. I doubt she would have ever admitted it. But I think she was looking forward to watching me fuck her blonde assistant.

As I walked over, my wife handed me something. “Use this on her cunt when you’re not fucking her, honey.” I looked down at the item and smiled, recognizing it as a taser.

I looked over at Carmen and saw that her eyes were wide, her breathing labored. “Gawd, baby; this is going to be so good!” Mistress purred into her ear.

With my eyes locked onto Carmen’s I pushed the taser against Sophia’s dripping pussy. It was red from her whippings. The taser crackled, causing the blonde to scream in pain as her body writhed uncontrollably.

Monique savagely dunked her, telling me to do it again. Once more I cruelly tasered that exposed pink cunt-flesh. We were rewarded with another bubbly scream.

“You too, bitch,” I heard Chastity tell her captive as Monique brought Sophia back up. A moment later I saw her jam a taser against Carmen’s cunt. I couldn’t help myself as I tasered the French girl’s crotch at the same time.

Both bitches screamed in unison. Mistress got this big smile on her face. “Music to my ears,” she sighed happily.

I pushed my cock against Sophia’s puckered anus. Then I thrust hard into her quivering hole. She let out a cry as I began fucking her ass hard.

Mistress sighed again as she wrapped an arm around her captor. “He’s really raping her ass, isn’t he? Don’t you just love it? You know what it makes ME want to do, don’t you? It makes me want to rape YOUR ass!”

As I pounded Sophia’s rectum, I watched Mistress grab the handle to her flogger. She reached down as though trying to pull the rope open enough to find Carmen’s anus. A moment later she shoved the handle inside.

The Latina cried out, her body jerking. “Don’t you just love it, honey?” Mistress delightedly told her captive. “I just LOVE sodomizing a bitch like you! I’m sure you’ve fucked your slut up her shit-hole many times before. Now it’s my turn to fuck yours.”

As I thrust hard into Sophia I watched Mistress fuck Carmen with the whip handle. But Chastity’s eyes seemed to be upon me more than anything else. I exaggerated my thrusts as she did the same.

Both girls grunted in unison. It’s as though we were fucking them together as one entity. So when I hefted the taser in my hand, Mistress hefted hers while giving me a sly wink.

“I think you’re in for a shock, honey,” Monique giggled at Sophia as she caressed the poor girl’s quivering tits.

I pushed the taser against the blonde’s swollen nub. At virtually the same time, Chastity touched Carmen’s crotch. Both girls screamed together.

My wife swooned with pleasure. “Gawd; I just love the sweet sound of bitches in agony!”

“Take it, cunt!” Mistress gasped excitedly, sodomizing her charge while tasering her. “Watch your slut-sub cum for us like a good little whore!”

I tasered Sophia again as I rammed her ass hard. She screamed once more, her muscles spasming violently around my cock in her rectum. A moment later she came violently, nearly drenching me with her cum as she squirted heavily.

“Watch her cum, bitch!” I heard Mistress gasp excitedly. “Gawd; that is so fucking hot! How about you, bitch? Are you gonna cum for me too?”

Chastity shoved the whip handle hard up the Latina’s ass. Then she cruelly tasered her pussy. Carmen jerked and screamed.

Her naked body erotically thrashed about in her bondage. The weights bounced on the chain between her clamped tits. “Cum for me, bitch!” Mistress demanded. Then she looked over at us, telling us to “Drown the whore!”

I pulled out of her ass before tipping Sophia downward. Her head was immediately submerged in a froth of bubbles. Then I tasered her cunt again as I stared at Carmen with a wicked smile.

The blonde screamed and bubbled. Her body writhed like crazy. “CUM FOR ME, BITCH!” Chastity demanded.

She left the handle of the whip up the Latina’s ass as she cruelly tasered her cunt. Carmen screamed and then climaxed hard. I saw fluids spew out onto the floor. The twin ropes were parted just enough by the handle of the flogger shoved up her rectum to allow her to squirt freely.

I tipped the board back up, pulling Sophia’s head out of the water before she drowned. Then I went back to fucking her ass. At times I paused long enough to pull out, dunk her head and taser her cunt.

My wife furiously fingered herself, all caught up in the excitement of the moment. Mistress eagerly tasered her helpless, writhing captive. Now and then she paused long enough to grab the handle to the whip to viciously sodomize that ass.

Carmen screamed again, her cries blending with those of her submissive. It was more than enough to set me off. I filled the blonde’s rectum with my spunk as her quivering muscles milked me dry.

Throughout the ordeal Mistress was exceedingly cruel to Carmen. It was not just with her implements of torture. She also taunted the helpless dom relentlessly with her words…

“Watch your bitch suffer, my pretty. Isn’t it wonderful? Doesn’t it make you want to cum? You fucking LOVE it, don’t you? Go ahead; get off on her suffering! I sure as hell am! Don’t try to deny how much you love it!”

Carmen grunted, moaned, cried out and screamed. Chastity took great pleasure in causing her pain. It was a reminder just how sadistic she could be.

Sometimes she pulled on the rope, grinding it into Carmen’s crotch while half strangling her. Sometimes she sadistically tasered the poor woman’s cunt. Most of the time she simply enjoyed herself by ramming that ass with that whip handle, occasionally pulling on the chain dangling from Carmen’s clamped tits as though trying to rip her nipples off.

After leaving a nice cum deposit in Sophia’s ass, I got a long, loving kiss from my wife for my efforts. I watched Monique fill the blonde’s ass with a huge plug, apparently to keep it all inside. Sophia flinched and grunted, moaning and squirming helplessly.

As I walked back over to the table to get another drink, I heard Mistress call over to my wife. “Flog her one more time for me, baby. Taser that juicy cunt just for me. I want to make this bitch cum one more time while she suffers.” Then she jerked on the chain dangling from Carmen’s nipples

The Latina cried out, moaning in agony as Monique took to her task with great relish. She furiously flogged Sophia’s cunt one last time. Then she tasered her as she dunked her.

There was an erotic froth of bubbles. The naked blonde screamed and wriggled helplessly. I doubted she could hold her breath for any length of time, an assumption that was confirmed by Monique bringing her back up coughing and panting after just a few seconds.

Mistress was relentless. “C’mon, bitch! You fucking LOVE it, don’t you! You LOVE how we’re torturing your bitch, don’t you! Cum for me, you fucking whore! Enjoy her torture and cum for me! Let’s cum together, bitch!”

Chastity left the handle of the whip up inside her captive’s ass, allowing the tails to dangle like the tail to a donkey. Then she took the taser and brutally shocked the woman’s cunt. Carmen’s screams bounced off the ceiling as once more she sprayed her climax all over the floor.

The Latina shuddered hard. Then she suddenly went limp in her bondage. Her head lolled forward, indicating she’d passed out.

That was the end of it. Nothing Chastity did to her could make her respond. She’d taken all she could take at the moment.

At about the same time Sophia’s cum sprayed up into the air like a fountain as she bubbled wildly. Then with a grunt she also went limp. Apparently she had joined her former Mistress in blessed unconsciousness.

“Oh no, you don’t!” my wife told her, quickly pulling her head out of the water by tipping the board level. “You don’t get off THAT easy!”

Sophia’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her eyes had glazed over. But her chest rose and fell, indicating she was still breathing.

“We’ll let them rest a moment,” Chastity told my wife. She panted heavily as a look of extreme satisfaction filled her face. Then she told her, “Afterwards we shall proceed with the executions. I’m really looking forward to snuffing these two bitches.”

2010; 2020 (written Sep 26 ’10; ed. Apr 4 ‘20 by riwa)

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