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Underwater witch 3.3 (20)

Posted on October 31, 2024 by riwa

Well, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Michelle.

What a wonderful day for a swim. And look at what we have here? I just happened to find myself a lovely pool to enjoy.

I love the water. It really turns me on. Being submerged and weightless while being forced to hold my breath? There’s nothing like it.

Actually, there’s a little more to it than that. You see, I’m rather naughty. That’s because I love drownings.

They’re my favorite thing. I enjoy watching it happen to others. I absolutely adore it when some poor, innocent thing drowns.

Michelle suddenly appears to gulp water. She hitches and gurgles, acting as though she is in agony. Then she abruptly stops drowning as a sly smile fills her features.

Somewhere in Phoenix, a naked young woman named Heather swims in her pool. She wears a dive mask to protect her eyes from the chlorine. She’s enjoying an unseasonably warm October 31st.

She’s near the bottom of the deep end when she suddenly inhales without the least bit of warning. Her eyes fly open in shock as she covers her mouth. She cannot understand what just happened.

We go back to the witch. Michelle shakes her head. No, honey. You do it like this. Then she deliberately goes into painful spasms as she appears to gulp great mouthfuls of water.

Back in Phoenix, Heather suddenly gulps water again. Her eyes fly open in horror as she gurgles. Then she inhales again.

The witch hitches as she inhales. In Phoenix, Heather unknowingly mimics her exact same drowning convulsions without realizing why she is doing it. As Michelle spasms, Heather matches the exact same convulsions.

Soon, the witch stops convulsing. But she smiles as she briefly closes her eyes. It’s as though she can see picture in her mind’s eye the action taking place in the Phoenix pool.

Her eyes open back up. Then she smiles wickedly. Poor thing. All it takes is one good gulp to trigger the inhaling reflex. Then the lungs begin to flood. Isn’t it wonderful?

In Phoenix, Heather’s drowning convulsions begin to subside. But she is incapable of reaching the surface. She sprawls out on the floor of her pool onto her back, still in shock over what has just happened.

The witch appears to be in a state of euphoria as she lets out a bubbly sigh of pleasure. Poor thing. Maybe she shouldn’t have been swimming on Halloween.

We hear an evil chuckle as a decorated scythe suddenly appears in her grasp. What’s that? Surely you misunderstand. Not all witches are afraid of the water. Some of us have needs, you know. For me, it’s cumming and drowning. And I usually enjoy taking somebody with me.

In sunny Florida, Julie sits naked in the deep end on the floor of her pool. A weight belt holds her down as she touches herself. She is very close to cumming.

The witch touches herself through her flowing robe. In Florida, Julie touches herself the same way. When the witch goes for her crotch, Julie goes for it as well.

The witch winces in orgasm, losing bubbles out of her nose. Julie suddenly winces in orgasm, also releasing bubbles out of her nostrils. That’s when the witch grins as she deliberately inhales water.

Julie’s inhalation is totally unexpected. The witch coughs and inhales again. Julie unknowingly mimics her action until she’s all caught up in a painful drowning.

Michelle lets out a bubbly cry of pleasure… I’m cumming – I’m cumming!

In Florida, Julie cums again, an action immediately followed up by another painful inhalation.

She’s drowning – she’s drowning! Oh; it’s so good! Meanwhile, Julie drowns painfully as orgasmic aftershocks ripple through her dying form.

Michelle seems all caught up in the moment. She’s had two already. But she selfishly desires more.

Come, my pretties. Trick or treat? Who wants to drown for me next?

She sees a naked young woman named Ava somewhere in Texas. A moment later, we see her too. The only thing she wears is a white bottom, along with a weight belt rolled around her waist.

She sits in a patio longer, enjoying the sun. Somehow, Michelle sees her too. You perhaps? Let’s get your hands behind your back first.

Ava suddenly rises upright on the lounger. Her wrists are secured behind her back. She has no idea how this has happened.

No, darling. I need you in the pool right this minute.

The next thing our Texan discovers is that she is now sitting in the water, just off the steps of her pool. Once again, she has no idea how she got there so fast. She is so confused… and more than a little frightened.

Ready, my dear? Then let us begin. And with that, Michelle opens her mouth wide and inhales deeply. The Texan promptly opens her mouth and gulps down a huge mouthful of water before she can stop herself.

Michelle gulps again and again, hitching and gurgling. The girl in Texas virtually mimics her actions. Michelle stops and grins as the Texan continues swallowing water.

Oh my. She’s drowning so painfully. Such a pretty young thing to be so careless in her pool on Halloween. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving young woman.

The Texan hitches and gurgles. Her arms finally come free, the object no longer there holding her wrists together. She slowly goes over backward until she is staring up at the surface in shock and awe.

The witch suddenly holds a skull in her hands as she triumphantly raises her scythe. Drownings are so incredibly erotic. But they’re oh-so-wonderfully painful. Pain and pleasure… such a lethal combination, wouldn’t you agree?

In her eye, she spies another young woman swimming in a pool. Alicia is in San Diego. She is swimming naked in the pool of a friend.

How thoughtful she is sharing her pool with you today. After all, what are friends for? But didn’t she warn you about the faulty switch to the pool cover? Sometimes it activates without warning.

Alicia seems oblivious to the danger. The pool cover virtually makes no sound as it quietly slides across the surface. It is only when it darkens at the bottom of the pool that she realizes there is trouble.

She bursts up to the surface. But it is too late. She pushes up against the closed cover. But it hardly gives at all.

My-my. Gotten ourselves into quite a mess, haven’t we? Maybe you should have checked on that cover first, just to make sure it was functioning properly.

Alicia cries out as she beats in vain against the cover. She becomes frantic as her lungs begin to strain. Bubbles trickle out of her nose.

What perfect timing. Such a lovely, tragic accident. And you with those nice breasts too.

Darling, your nipples are rather hard! Are we anticipating experiencing a rather painfully erotic drowning? Here, let me help you.

Michelle takes the smallest of gulps of water. Alicia virtually mimics her action before a hand comes up to cover her mouth. A moment later, she finds herself hitching and gurgling as she starts to drown.

All of that for me? You’re drowning so painfully just for me? How deliciously wonderful! I guess there’s nothing left for you to do now but swallow more water until your lungs flood.

The witch suddenly takes big gulps as though she’s caught up in the middle of a painful drowning. In San Diego, Alicia takes the same big gulps. She hitches and gurgles until she loses her buoyancy.

Alicia starts to drift downward to the bottom of the pool. She ends up flat on her back, looking up in surprise. There are stray agonal spasms as the occasional bubble slips out past her parted lips.

The witch closes her eyes as though fully immersing herself in the drowning that is taking place. Then she lets out a bubbly cry of pleasure. Her eyes open as she smiles happily.

Pool covers can be so handy. One minute, they’re keeping the leaves out. The next, they’re keeping you in. What wonderful devices!

Her scythe is suddenly gone. In her hands is only the skull now. That’s when she smiles knowingly.

I don’t deal only in swimming pools, you know. The most frequent of accidents usually happens in the bathroom.

Take Rosie, for example. She’s been drinking. Now she’s got a massive headache. A nice, hot soak will do her wonders… that is, if she can safely get herself into the tub.

In the outskirts of Chicago, Rosetta prepares a bath. She has a splitting headache. Unfortunately, all that booze has not helped. Or maybe the booze is the cause.

She is testing the temperature by swirling her hand in the water when the witch makes a casual, sweeping motion with her hand. Rosie abruptly tumbles over and falls into the tub.

Michelle smiles as she makes a gulping motion. Rosie immediately does the same thing as though mimicking the witch. A moment later, she is lying on her side, gulping and bubbling… and drowning.

Ah, such a lovely drowning, even in the bathtub. So erotic. Poor thing.

The skull is suddenly replaced with a jack-o-lantern. But the witch is not done. She is all caught up in the moment.

I love when they drown on Halloween. So many accidents on such a lethal holiday. It makes it such a Happy Halloween for me. But not for some of these other poor folks.

No one is immune. Not even lifeguards practicing in their own pools. One has to know her limitations, especially on a day like today.

In Southern California, April dives to the bottom of her pool. She swims the entire length from the deep end into the shallow end. Then she turns around and swims back.

She reaches the deep end and heads for the wall. She figures she can do a couple lengths easy. Then she might call it a day.

The witch smiles before deliberately taking a great big gulp of water. April involuntarily matches the action. That’s when her eyes fly open in shock at what she’s just done.

Michelle takes another gulp for good measure. April mimics it without understanding why. Michelle smiles as she says, Let me join you, darling. Then Michelle goes into painful spasms, causing April to do the exact same thing.

April tries to claw her way toward the surface. The witch just shakes her head as she inhales again. April inhales deeply before settling down onto the pool floor.

Michelle lies propped up against the side of the pool she is in. She releases bubbles as she hitches and gurgles. April ends up laying against the side of her pool in a much similar manner, also losing bubbles out of her mouth.

The witch shudders from the pleasure of another drowning. She takes on a look of rapture. Ah, another unfortunate accident, swallowing water at the bottom of her pool. How deliciously wonderful.

April finally becomes limp and lifeless. She lies against the bottom wall of the pool, her lips parted. The occasional bubble slips out of her mouth.

Michelle smiles dreamily before coming back to reality. She holds the skull between her knees. Now she has a witch’s hat on her head.

Anyone else want to drown before I go? Such a lovely way to go out, cumming as your lungs fill with water. How about you, darling? You look like you could put on quite a performance for me.

In Florida, Linda is actually practicing her “drowning” skills. She performs for an underwater video company. Today, she sits on the bottom of her pool, her hands cuffed behind her back.

Oh, my. You’re all ready to go, aren’t you? Did you do all that just for my benefit? How thoughtful of you.

Linda struggles as she sits on the bottom of the pool. Is she trying to work her hands free while performing some sort of escape act?

Oh, how lovely. I just love it when their hands are already secured behind their back. That makes things so much easier for me.

How silly of you to put yourself into that kind of situation, darling. But I humbly accept. Now why don’t you sit there and wriggle your chest for me?

The witch shakes her chest from side to side. In Florida, Linda does the same thing. She’s not sure why she does it. But she goes along with it anyway.

The witch smiles knowingly. Now for one big breath, darling. Let’s try it together, shall we?

Michelle opens her mouth wide. Then she appears to take a big breath. In Florida, Linda opens wide and takes a big breath without meaning too. It shocks her.

How about another one, darling; just for me? Then Michelle opens her mouth and inhales again. Poor Linda takes another one, unable to fathom what she has just done.

Oh, that’s wonderful, darling. Now let the drowning commence. Then Michelle begins hitching and gurgling as though she is painfully swallowing water.

Linda gulps water down her windpipe. She immediately begins hitching and convulsing in agony. This was not at all how this was supposed to turn out!

Her breasts shake and wobble as she painfully inhales. She experiences an unexpected orgasm in the process. The witch enters a state of bliss as she sighs… Yes – yes – yes! What a lovely drowning orgasm!

Michelle holds up the skull. Happy Halloween, everyone. My work here is done. It is time to depart. But I see the homeowner has returned. Perhaps one for the road? Then she smiles wickedly.

A woman in a white blouse and black skirt comes into the back yard. She looks down into the water and is shocked at what she sees. “Hey! Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my pool?” Then she waves as she declares, “Get out of there!”

From the bottom of the pool, the witch smiles up at her. So nice of you to come home. What perfect timing. Won’t you join me? Come, let us drown together. Then she reaches up and makes a pulling motion as though trying to pull her in, urging her to come join her.

The homeowner finds herself unexpectedly pitching head first into the water. She can’t understand how it happened. It felt as though her arm was grabbed and she was pulled in. But how could that be when her intruder was clear down at the bottom of her pool??

The witch motions her to come closer. The homeowner finds herself being irresistibly pulled toward her. She becomes frightened at her inability to resist.

The witch grabs her by the shoulders. The homeowner is seemingly paralyzed, unable to move. That’s when Michelle pulls her close and kisses her on the lips.

The homeowner is helpless to do anything other than return the kiss. It is deep and soulful. Then they pull apart.

The witch smiles knowingly at her while still holding her shoulders. Then she opens her mouth and appears to inhale water. All right; now it’s your turn.

The homeowner opens her mouth and also inhales. It’s as though she cannot stop herself. Her eyes fly open at what she has just done.

The witch grins knowingly at her as she lets go. That’s right, my lovely. Drown for me. Then she inhales once… twice… three times.

The homeowner mimics Michelle’s inhalations until she cannot stop. She goes into painful drowning spasms as she tumbles onto her side. She is shocked at what she witnesses next, even as she continues to drown.

The witch is no longer clothed! She lies naked on the bottom of the pool. And she is drowning too!

Michelle swallows water, inhaling over and over again. Her nipples are painfully hard. She knows the homeowner is drowning right next to her… and it fills her with such excitement that she orgasms.

The homeowner is shocked. But there is nothing she can do. She can only watch in horror until the life winks out of her eyes.

The witch spasms and convulses until she lies still upon the floor of the pool… So good… so heavenly… drowning with her… cumming and drowning… yes, darling. Such a lovely drowning you have given me.

Michelle lies on the bottom near the drowned pool owner who is still in her clothes. The witch cums over and over again until she lies absolutely still.

The words Happy Halloween echo throughout the backyard. Then she slowly fades away until she and her objects are gone. It is as though she was never there at all.

2023 (written Dec 8 ’23 by riwa. Pictures found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes. Dedicated to Michelle.)

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Dorothy dances for me 4.6 (53)

Posted on October 28, 2024 by riwa

Dorothy knew how much it would cheer me up after my operation to witness a hanging. I’d given her so many orgasms over the years that she wanted to return the favor. So she flew over once the weather warmed up.

We decided to stage her hanging in the backyard of a good friend. He was excited to help me hang Dottie. But he said he would make sure to stay out of the way and just operate the noose.

Dorothy and I quickly undressed. She wanted to dance in her very best. I really appreciated her beauty and her willingness to hang for me. Hell, my cock was already trying to salute her incredible gesture.

I secured her hands behind her back. But I made sure to give her some slack so as to allow her to improvise while she was hanging. She was trembling as I shackled her wrists together.

I smiled as I asked, “Are you having second thoughts?”

She smiled seductively at me. “Yes… and no. Besides, I like what I’m seeing.”

She reached around with one hand and grabbed my erection. “I can tell you’re going to enjoy my dance. So I really want to do this for you, love.”

She stroked me as she kissed me deeply. I was becoming more turned on by the second. This sexy bitch was really going to hang for me!

“Let me taste it, love,” she said as she gave it a tug.

“Want to wear my cum on your face as you hang for me?”

“Oh, bloody hell yes!”

She dropped to her knees in the grass and started sucking. She was incredible. My friend got an erection in his pants as he stood nearby. But he didn’t try to interfere.

Dottie glanced over at him while she was sucking me. Then she tried to motion him over. When he got close enough, she somehow managed to get his pants down. I guess her shackles weren’t very tight after all.

She really gobbled us both down. I felt my balls swell as I pulled out of her mouth. Then I splattered her face with my cream.

She gasped with delight. Hell, I think she almost had a climax receiving my load. My buddy splattered her face a few seconds later.

She slowly rose to her feet as my buddy went over and grabbed the loose end of the rope. “I’m ready lover,” she panted breathlessly. “Take me up and send me to heaven.”

“Are you sure, love?”

“Hang me, darling! I’m so turned on that I can hardly stand it!”

I nodded at my buddy who pulled on the rope. Dottie went straight up into the air. A moment later she started to kick instinctively from the agony of her weight in the noose.

I watched in awe as she did her sexy dance of death. It was arousing as hell. In no time at all my cock hardened right back up.

“Lower her!” I gasped as I stepped forward. In her panic, Dottie reached for me with her legs until she managed to wrap them around me. My buddy lowered her until her wet slit sucked my cock deep inside her. That’s when he tied her off.

She grunted and gurgled as she tried to climb me to relieve the agony around her throat. Her pussy clenched wonderfully around my swollen shaft. I squeezed her arse as I thrust up into her again and again.

Her face began to turn a nasty shade of red. I smiled as I breathed, “Now give me your life darling.” Then I stepped back until she lost her grip on me.

She hung freely, her feet barely three inches off the grass. She stretched her toes, but there was nothing there. Then she began to wriggle like a worm, her hips thrusting outward as her sexy breasts bounced for me.

She made no sound as she shimmied and gyrated. Her legs tried to kick as her tongue slowly protruded. She made a sudden jerking motion. Then she dangled quietly.

I heard urine splatter onto the grass as she gently swung back and forth. I was hard as a rock as I stepped forward. I stroked my dick as parts of her naked body twitched from firing nerve impulses.

I was so horny that I let fly for a second time. My cream splattered her tummy. She just stared at me with a vacant expression. But there was something in her eyes that made me believe she’d somehow enjoyed giving me such pleasure.

2021 (written for Dottie 2-24-21 by riwa. Inspired by the manip.)

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Mother-daughter feud 4.5 (28)

Posted on October 28, 2024 by riwa

Christine and her daughter Viola were escorted down a hall by four matronly women. The condemned wore plain orange jumpsuits. This would be their last walk together as mother and daughter, their last day of existence.

They were led into a simple execution chamber. It was empty save for two wooden structures with handles on the back. Pieces of wood four inches wide by four inches high stuck out in the form of makeshift seats that looked extremely uncomfortable.

A coil of rope attached to each handle. The purpose was all too clear. A redhead in an official blue uniform stood waiting along the back wall.

The blonde haired Christine gasped at the sight before her. It had now become quite serious. There would be no reprieve from the governor on this one.

She heard the frightened voice of her daughter behind her gasp, “Mother?” Apparently reality was hitting her as well. It usually did once the method of terminating one’s life presented itself.

Christine tried to stand upright and resolute. “We understood it might come to this, Viola. We must accept the judgement of the court.”

“But you’re innocent!” Then she looked at the waiting woman and pleaded, “You must set my mother free! She’s innocent.” Their executioner said nothing.

The jumpsuit was abruptly lifted up over Viola’s head by one of the matrons. It exposed her nakedness. Underneath, she’d only been granted a modest pair of nylons to wear.

Her two matrons forced her down onto the nearest garrote. The square protrusion to sit upon gave no comfort whatsoever. She let out an inadvertent yelp of alarm and discomfort.

Viola watched as the jumpsuit was pulled up over her mother’s head. She, too, was forced to sit upon the square protrusion emerging out of the garrote post. She panted for breath as she watched the woman who’d given her life being treated with such callousness.

The matrons spoke not a word as they worked quick and quiet. Viola’s arms were secured to some sort of connection near the back of the post. Her sagging breasts heaved as she panted for breath.

Christine was secured at the same time as her daughter. The matrons were much too efficient. Within moments they were filing single file out of the execution chamber.

Their executioner only moved once the others were gone. She came over and quietly fitted a coil around Christine’s neck until it draped loosely. Viola let out a cry upon seeing her mother being prepared to meet her end.

“No; you can’t! I did it! I’m the one responsible! Please don’t kill my mother!”

“Viola, stop it! I’m every bit as guilty as you are.”

“Mother, you didn’t have to come this far!”

“You would not have managed it without my help.”

The executioner quietly stepped behind Viola and looped the coil around her throat. She stiffened as she felt the rope resting around her neck. But she was too absorbed with her mother’s little dig to appreciate the gravity of her situation.

“Mother, I had it completely under control!”

“Honey, you mucked it up from the very beginning. He would not have expired had I not intervened.”

“Mother, don’t say that! Don’t admit anything!”

“Viola, it’s too late.”

“Mother, why are you always interfering in my life?”

“Darling, is this the time to bring that up now? We’re going to be dead soon.”

“This is all your fault, you know!”

“And now it comes out yet again, even at the end.”

She sighed as the executioner finished with her daughter. She looked back at the woman and gave her a wry smile. “Would you please just get on with it before my daughter goes into another one of her little diatribes?”

“Mother, I can’t believe this! We’re about to be executed and you still have to make a big deal about my shortcomings?”

“Honey, let’s not go through this now, ok? Isn’t there anything you want to say to me?”

“Like what?” Viola asked sarcastically as the executioner grabbed onto the handle to her mother’s garrote post.

“How about something like ‘goodbye’? ‘So long’ maybe? ‘See you on the other side, dearest mother’? How about ‘I love you’? I do love you, honey.”

“Hah! That’s a laugh! You’ve never shown me a single ounce of love or trust! Go right ahead, executioner! Snuff the bitch!”

“Viola?? I can’t believe you – AWK!”

The rope tightened around Christine’s throat. She rasped for breath as she tried to pull air down her windpipe. Her legs flew outward as she began to writhe against her post.

Her daughter’s emotions changed in an instant. “That’s the way!” Viola gasped with maniacal sadism. “Strangle the fucking bitch! It serves her right!”

Christine’s chest heaved. Her feet found the floor as she thrust her hips forward. It looked like she was somehow fucking the air right in front of her.

“Fuck, yeah; slaughter the bitch! Strangle the fucking whore! She was a slut her whole life! She’s the reason I’m in this mess to begin with!”

Christine spewed fluids out of her crotch. She suddenly lost the strength to keep fighting. A sudden crick from her neck caused her to collapse onto her uncomfortable seating arrangement.

Her body went into little seizures as she hitched against her post. Her head turned a nasty shade of red. Blotches of a bluish hue broke out all over her face.

Viola became maniacally hysterical. “Kill her – kill her – KILL HER!” It was this lack of emotional control that had condemned her in the first place. Now she let out a guttural cry of sadistic glee once her mother sat lifeless against her post.

Viola squirted her orgasm as she panted for breath. It should have been shameful. But by now she’d lost all sense of reason.

The executioner calmly stepped behind her. That’s when things got real. “No – WAIT!” Then the coil tightened around her throat.

She rasped as she tried to struggle. But she could not escape the post, nor could she avoid the coil around her throat. Her secured hands and the rope around her neck kept her firmly in place.

Her inability to get a decent breath down her throat made her clit swell. Her nipples hardened considerably. Then she began to buck and shudder against the post she was secured to.

She tried to scream, but her breath was cut off. Viola saw stars as her vision began to fade. Then she suddenly found herself able to gulp a huge breath of fresh air down her lungs.

She coughed and wheezed as she tried to compose herself. She tried to turn her head to see what her female executioner was doing. But the woman was standing right behind her, out of her line of sight.

“You’re n-not going to kill m-AWK!”

Once more, the rope tightened considerably. Viola tried to scream. She only succeeded in getting a thin rasp of air past her lips.

She shuddered hard as she slammed her feet down against the floor again and again. It hurt so fucking bad! Then her pussy gushed as she went into orgasmic seizures.

The rope suddenly loosened again. Viola coughed hard as she rasped for breath. Her body was on fire from a terrible arousal.

“Is that it?” she started to ask. Then the rope tightened around her neck yet again. Her eyes flew open in horror as she struggled to pull the thinnest of breaths down her throat.

She pissed herself as her breasts bounced and heaved. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her mother serene in death. So why was this happening to her? Why was her death being extended??

He hips swung upward with a mind of their own. Viola spewed a violent orgasm, a painful flush of pleasure. Then the rope cruelly loosened around her throat.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “You can’t do this to me!” Then the rope tightened once again.

Viola stiffened in horror as she tried to breathe. Her feet slammed down onto the floor as she went into little seizures again. Gawd; how she wanted this to end!

She tried to speak, tried to scream. But nothing would come out. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard, spewing fluids from yet another forced orgasm.

The rope loosened once more. Viola went into a severe coughing fit. “Stop it – stop it! I don’t deserve this! He got what he deserved; ok? Even mom got what she deserved! They all got – AWK!”

The rope tightened yet again. Viola rasped for breath. This time the rope constricted ominously around her throat.

Her mind screamed as she thrashed about against her post. Her pendulous breasts bounced as she shimmied and shuddered while sitting on the uncomfortable piece of wood. And still the agony around her neck intensified.

She glanced over at her dead mother. Her mind screamed, “YOU BITCH! YOU DID THIS TO ME!” Then her chest heaved as she struggled in vain to pull a single sliver of air down her throat.

The rope tightened even more. Her hips thrust upward as she began reflexively humping the air. When was this agony going to stop…..

CRICK

…and with that her feud with her mother came to an abrupt end as Viola collapsed onto the crude rectangular piece of wood she’d been sitting upon…

2021 (written Mar 8 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the accompanying picture.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on October 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming November rewards

Flora at the club 2
MILF instructor 2
Oops
Nicki and the plastic hose
Dreams do come true pt 2
Best laid plans 7
Buried in the sand
It’s no joke
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 4
A leak in the room
The little thief
Tub troubles
And a couple of bonus stories tossed in.

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

Like mother, like son I guess. My gallbladder was bad, and so was my mother’s. Hers was enlarged, so it had to be pulled out through a bigger hole cut into muscle. She’s had more pain from that surgical incision than she’s had from the removal of the gallbladder itself. She didn’t do much for a couple of weeks after surgery, and is only now carefully venturing out. But the prognosis from the doctor’s visit she had yesterday is promising. She’s looking forward to getting back to her routine.

It can be an inconvenience looking after your mother. Sometimes plans get interrupted. And sometimes you say things you should not have said that hurt the ones you love. God recently had to correct me on that. He made me realize I’m blessed to still have her in my life, even with her health issues at her age. So every time I go to see her, I ask God to help me be a blessing to her, and for me to appreciate the times we get to have together.

He’s also reminded me of the blessing of having all of you as my patrons. My living situation and financial circumstances are stable, unlike a lot of other people who’ve been impacted by fire, bad weather, and by not-so-pleasant situations and circumstances. Life is full of uncertainties, and we should be grateful for the blessings we receive. So I thank God for you all, and I include you in my daily prayers. Please take good care of yourselves and your families during these very unique times we are now living in. And thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The decision 4 (35)

Posted on October 21, 2024 by riwa

She watched him swim naked to the bottom of the pool. He paused by the grating covering the drain long enough to leave something behind. Her heart beat fast as her pussy moistened.

She jumped naked into the water and swam down to him. He was lying on his back near the slope. He stretched his arms out toward her as she swam into his grasp.

They embraced for the longest time, their lips meeting as their tongues intertwined. Bubbles came up as they kissed each other. Then they surfaced where she panted heavily for breath.

“You left two sets?” she asked curiously as she looked down at the bottom of the pool. He nodded.

“Are you sure about all this?” He nodded again.

She looked at him in confusion. “But I thought you were eager to watch me drown.”

He smiled before telling her, “I am. I just plan on being a minute or two behind you.”

“Behind me? You’re going to drown with me?” For a moment there she wasn’t sure she believed him.

“Of course. Why not?”

She looked at him dubiously. He eyed her skeptically before asking, “What – you don’t believe me?”

“Does it really matter?” she replied. “Whether I believe you or not, I’ll still be drowning either way. Besides, you can hold your breath a couple minutes longer than me at the very least.”

“That means I’ll be drowning right behind you… with my cock deep inside you.”

She inhaled sharply, her pussy throbbing at his remark. Then her eyes twinkled lustfully. The idea of drowning for him was incredibly erotic. The thought he might drown himself with his cock inside her corpse made the idea even hotter.

But did she really trust him to drown himself after she was gone? Did it matter? Either way, she was going to be tethered to the bottom of the pool, her lungs full of water.

He looked at her and smiled. “Last breath?”

“Last breath,” she agreed with a nod. “Gawd, I’m so… I’m so turned on right now!”

“Still want to do this?”

“Now more than ever!”

“Remember, I’m going to outlast you by a couple of minutes at least.”

She smiled lustfully at him. “Good. I hope you enjoy my drowning. Then I want you to put those minutes to good use.”

“To the drain?” he motioned with his head.

“To the drain,” she nodded breathlessly.

He took a deep breath. Then he jackknifed downward. She watched him swim all the way down to the grate above the drain.

Was he getting a head start? She decided she didn’t want to tarry too long as she wanted to drown while he could watch her. So she crammed as much air into her lungs as possible before she slipped under the surface.

She swam down toward the drain, bubbles trailing out of her nose. He was already bent down at the drain as though kneeling. An empty handcuff was in his grasp.

Before she even got there, she saw him attach it to his ankle. It gave her an erotic jolt something fierce. Now he was committed… unless he had a key stashed away somewhere.

She could turn around and head back if she wanted. She could watch him drown and then go on about her business. But she swam right down to the adjacent set of handcuffs.

He was still kneeling as she reached down and grabbed the empty cuff to the second set attached to the grate. She looked him right in the eye as she fumbled with it around her ankle. There was still time to change her mi –

Click!

It snapped shut around her ankle. Now she was just as committed as he was. It gave her an erotic thrill so overpowering that she almost climaxed right then and there.

She couldn’t hold her breath nearly as long. That meant she would be going first. He would get to watch her drown, something they’d always talked about.

And then what? Would he fuck her corpse before it was his turn to go? Did it really matter? She could only hope he would thoroughly enjoy using her body for that extra couple of minutes.

They embraced, kissing each other deeply as the handcuffs attached to the drain tethered them together. She fumbled as she reached down to grasp onto his erection. He felt harder than at any time during their relationship.

She worked him into her throbbing kitty. She was so unbelievably horny! Then she began to ride him as they fervently kissed.

Bubbles dribbled out of their noses. She rode him harder. Gawd, she was so turned on right now!

It was over a minute before she felt that first spasm in her stomach. Another one forced itself up into her chest. She tried to swallow it back down.

She pulled away from his lips as she smiled at him. She preferred to drown with his mouth on her lips. But the whole purpose of this was to let him watch her suffer.

She deliberately caressed her breasts. Then she smiled knowingly at him as another convulsion rippled through her chest. At that point she began to question the wisdom of her choice… of their mutual decision to go out together.

He’d told her she would panic. He’d explained her body would fight it. She hoped she wouldn’t struggle too much and that he would enjoy the view before it was his turn.

The strain in her chest intensified. Her smile began to fade. He smiled back at her reassuringly as he reached out to touch her all over.

There was another convulsion. Her lungs wanted to give out. She could feel her body’s reaction to her growing desire for one more breath. But that breath would not be forthcoming.

He was still inside her. She tried to keep him there. But she didn’t know how long her body would cooperate.

She could feel an orgasm coming on strong. She could also feel a growing panic threaten to overwhelm her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

He grabbed her shoulders as bubbles leaked out of her mouth and nose. Instinctively, she began to struggle. He held on tighter.

Her pussy clenched around the dick inside her as a major spasm shook her. Her cheeks bulged as she instinctively covered her mouth. Then she looked upward.

Another convulsion resulted in the loss of much of her breath. That’s when her survival instinct kicked in. There was nothing she could do about it.

She began clawing wildly for the surface, trying to kick with her legs. She struggled to shake the cuff off her ankle. But it wouldn’t break free.

She backed away from him, causing his erection to slip out. He just grabbed her by her wrists. Her eyes opened wide in terror as she frantically shook her head no. Then she inhaled.

She gulped a huge mouthful of water. Instantly she went into painful spasms. She began hitching and jerking as she kept swallowing water. That’s when she shuddered in painful orgasm.

It was horrifying. Yet he held on tight. His cock was incredibly hard.

She gulped and hitched until her struggles lessened. That’s when he pulled her back to her. Then he slid into her as he embraced her.

She clenched instinctively around his shaft as her convulsions lessened. The horror on her face softened. She was reassured knowing he was right there with her.

She shuddered as she felt him start to fuck her. Now he was going to enjoy her drowned body. For a moment it felt like he’d actually cum inside her. The thought made her clench weakly as her senses began to spiral away.

He brushed the hair out of her face. Stray bubbles leaked out past her parted lips. She tried to smile back. Then the life faded from her eyes.

He embraced her fiercely as he thrust in and out of her. He wanted her to embrace him back. But her arms hung loosely around him.

He knew what was coming. Soon, he would be next. Had it turned her on seeing how committed he was? There was no way he would ever know.

At four minutes he felt the first stirring in his lungs. He fucked her harder. The occasional bubble was forced out of her lungs.

He looked into her eyes. She stared lifelessly at him as though happy with her decision. Now it almost looked as though she was encouraging him.

He thrust harder. He could feel another release coming. He looked right into her eyes. Then he forced himself to open his mouth.

He swallowed water, gulping fluid down into his lungs. Instantly, he went into painful spasms. His cock seemed to spurt and spurt inside her as he hitched and gurgled.

He tried to hold onto her body… forced himself to hold on tight. Drowning hurt like hell. Then the pain began to subside.

He was still holding her in his arms, although he could feel his grasp lessening. His cock twitched inside her as it started to soften. He looked into her eyes as a stray bubble slipped out of his mouth. She released a single bubble in reply. Then they quietly swayed together, tethered to the pool drain by their separate cuffs as his erection finally slipped out of her.

2021 (written Apr 2 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)

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Mendo and Claudia 3.8 (22)

Posted on October 21, 2024 by riwa

Claudia had a fight with her husband. She told him she wasn’t happy with their marriage. Then she explained she was flying to the Caribbean to “find herself”.

He had a good idea what that meant. She was off to have an affair with an island native. He was too much in love with her to protest, even though he strongly suspected she was going to be unfaithful to him.

After Claudia arrived, she wasted no time indulging herself. She went on a nice little shopping spree. Then she met Mendo.

He gave her all the attention she craved. And he was clearly interested in her body. Claudia all but threw herself at him.

He wined and dined her, giving her all the attention she wanted. That evening they fucked in her room. It was the start of a torrid encounter.

Soon, his true nature emerged. He was very domineering, unlike her husband back home. But she loved the way Mendo treated her.

It wasn’t long before she was giving herself to him night and day. Anytime he wanted it, she was happy to provide it. He knew how to pound her into sexual submission.

He took her all around the island, showing her the seedier parts of his native land. At times he did not treat her very well. Sometimes his roughness even scared her.

While Mendo was away, one of the islanders at a local bar warned her about him. She was told how Mendo always broke women’s hearts. It was also rumored he might have made one or two disappear without ever being heard from again.

Claudia wasn’t the least bit interested. The masculine Mendo was everything her husband was not. Besides, she only had a few more days before she would have to fly back home. She was not about to give him up.

The sex became rough and graphic. At times, it felt abusive. But Claudia could not stop herself. She’d become addicted to her native lover.

She loved the way he used her. It made her feel slutty. And she was certainly making some of the other island women jealous, judging by the looks she got whenever they saw her with him.

Mendo scheduled a snorkeling trip around the island. Claudia loved the idea. She was a decent swimmer, and was excited about seeing some of the underwater sights. Besides, Mendo had promised some aggressive sex in the water.

Down at the dock, Mendo went to see about a boat. A couple of females came up to Claudia and tried to warn her about her native escort. But she believed they were jealous.

Mendo rented a small craft, and they went out on the water. Claudia took off her clothes for the rest of the trip. She wanted to give her lover a continuous, unobstructed view of her body.

They anchored near a rocky shoreline. Claudia happily dove in nude. She swam around, turning on her native lover as much as possible. She was looking forward to receiving his thick man-meat again, as her time on the island was limited.

Mendo finally taught her how to suck cock underwater. Claudia was forced to deep-throat his appendage while holding her breath. It was scary the way he forced her while she was running out of air. But the fear and the danger turned her on immensely. Receiving a mouthful of his spunk was simply an added bonus.

They put on some snorkel gear and went exploring. The water wasn’t more than twelve to fifteen feet deep. Claudia had no problem finning down, swimming around, and then rising back to the surface. Mendo seemed to be an excellent teacher.

They went back to the boat where they deposited the snorkel gear. Claudia was in the mood for that underwater fuck Mendo had promised. So he pointed out a private alcove in a rock formation near the shore.

He told her he loved fucking in the water while making his conquests hold their breath. Claudia wasn’t the least bit jealous she wasn’t the only one he’d screwed. But she was determined to make sure he never forgot her.

It was a short swim as Mendo led them into the alcove. It was away from prying eyes, even though they had not seen another boat or tourist. Claudia was horny and ready to fuck.

Once more, Mendo forced her to suck his dick underwater. Claudia gave it her all, gobbling him down while releasing a ton of bubbles. Her goal was to make him miss her long after she’d returned to her boring husband back in the states.

She got another huge load down her throat. It was all she could do to swallow it all. Then he told her he was ready for a nice long fuck. Claudia was thrilled the way her lover could fuck her several times in a row.

She climbed into his lap, impaling herself on his juicy piece of fuck-meat. Then he pushed her over backward. Claudia wrapped her legs around his waist and bubbled as he thrust into her while savagely groping her tits.

As he fucked her backward in the water, he kept her down longer and longer. Claudia experienced sweet agony each time she had to hold her breath. Then he pulled her up.

Mendo turned her around so she was facing away from him. Then he slowly pushed into her ass. It always hurt at first, but eventually she grew accustomed to his girth inside her anal passage.

Claudia loved the way the native had turned her into his personal whore. She had never allowed her husband to fuck her in the ass before. Besides, he was much too mild mannered to want to engage in anything so kinky. But with Mendo, she was willing to do anything and everything.

He started nice and slow, making her hold her breath. Every now and then he would roughly jerk her head up. Claudia gasped to catch her breath before being forced back down.

He pushed her limits, making her hold her breath longer and longer. Once more Claudia experienced those unnerving sensations, the ones indicating she was with a dangerous man. She’d been advised many times against spending time with him. But she simply could not take the warnings seriously. He was too addictive.

Mendo was proving to have great stamina. Her ass clenched around his thrusting shaft as she was pushed for longer periods underwater. Then at some point in time, it felt like everything changed.

Mendo began to hammer her ass harder. Once more, he was becoming rough with her. But this time there was a real drowning danger she had to remain aware of.

She didn’t think he would hurt her. But he was really fucking her ass this time! Her lungs began to strain from the abuse.

Her head was roughly jerked up out of the water. He called her all sorts of filthy names before slamming her head back down below the surface. Normally, she loved being his slut. But this time he was becoming especially cruel.

He really pushed her limits despite her inability to get a good breath last time up. He quickly jerked her head up again. Then he slammed her back down, brutally fucking her ass.

Claudia was not being allowed to catch her breath. She cried out a froth of bubbles, wanting to be allowed to stay up longer. But Mendo was not giving her any kind of consideration.

He laughed when he pulled her head up. Claudia only had time for a quick breath before she was pushed back under. She could not hold it nearly as long without needing a second wind.

She began to struggle, wanting to pause to compose herself up at the surface. Her ass continued to clench reflexively around the native cock up her butt. Her cheeks bulged until she accidentally swallowed a little water.

She cried out, shaking her head and causing her hair to flow all around. All she heard was laughter up at the surface. He was getting carried away, only now she was becoming truly frightened despite her intense arousal.

Her ass clenched as she screamed her breath away. Mendo pulled her up, granting her one loud gasp. Then he forced her right back down.

Claudia panicked as her heart pounded in her chest. For the first time during her vacation, she truly wished for the presence of her husband. She screamed out his name, struggling to get her head back up.

A strong hand pushed into her upper back. Claudia could not get her head above water. A moment later she hitched as her lungs opened up.

Panic ensued as she thrashed about. Claudia kept inhaling, sucking water down her windpipe. Her mind screamed as Mendo laughed. Then she felt his cock go off deep in her ass.

She felt a familiar warmth of his seed up her rectum. Claudia shuddered in orgasm. But she continued to hitch and swallow water until her struggles lessened.

She finally went limp at the surface as she floated face down. Mendo laughed as he thrust nice and slow, enjoying her spasming ass. Then he pulled out.

He turned her head around and thrust his erection into her gaping mouth. She swallowed him whole without complaint. Then he swam her back to the boat.

He tied a rope around her ankles, leaving her body in the water. Mendo motored a couple miles away from shore, dragging her behind. Then he attached a weight to her ankles before letting her go. Claudia sank to the bottom, a few stray bubbles leaking out of her opened mouth.

Claudia had no idea Mendo had a dark past. He often fucked the lonely tourists that came to the island. He was now beginning to use the fuck-drown method of eliminating them, occasionally “losing” them during an offshore snorkeling encounter. When that happened, they were never heard from again.

Claudia’s husband would never learn what happened to his wife. At first he was understandably distraught. But word got back to him that his wife had been seeing a native on a regular basis. He concluded she’d decided to ditch her life back in the states for a life of ease on a romantic island. So he divorced her in absentia.

2021 (written May 6 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)

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The Twilight Zone – Ghost Walk 3.4 (18)

Posted on October 14, 2024 by riwa

Meet Zilpha, a woman in her mid forties. She has just taken a bunch of tourists on an evening stroll around the English town of York. It’s what is popularly known as a “ghost walk”.

York is considered by many to be the most haunted city in England, if not the entire world. Many people have made claims of experiencing the supernatural. In fact, two members of her recent tour shared their experiences with the others.

They claimed to have witnessed ghostly activity many years ago. It was at a location where the tour stopped as Zilpha gave her memorized account of previous ghostly sightings. Their narrative diminished her role, resulting in a sense of jealousy as the tourists gravitated around two real-life witnesses.

Ghostly sightings are something she has never witnessed for herself. Zilpha craves a personal experience to share with others. Having her own ghost story to share with paying customers would certainly heighten the experience of her “ghost walk” tour.

Tonight, she will finally get to experience what she has longed to witness. But the ghost she will soon see will be like no other. Zilpa is about to take her own private “ghost walk” through… The Twilight Zone.

Zilpha said goodbye to the last of the lingering tourists. Then she was left alone. The tour was over; it was time to call it a night.

She stood there in her matching plaid skirt and light wool jacket covering her favorite red shirt. She wore nylons and low heels, generating a few appreciative glances at her legs from some of the blokes. Even with the chilly night air, she loved dressing up for the males in her tours.

The breeze made her pull her coat a little tighter around herself. It was time to get inside for the night. Time to go warm herself with a cup of hot tea.

She heard an unexpected sound from somewhere behind her. Zilpha whirled to look. “Hello? Is someone there?”

She saw nothing – no, wait! A shadow? She peered intently. What was she looking at?

It appeared to be the shadow of a human. She looked in the direction of the light that should have been capturing the individual. But there was no one standing there.

“Hello?”

She took a couple of uncertain steps in that direction. She hadn’t thought she’d left anyone behind. Had someone slipped away from her group unnoticed?

It was always a possibility. The ghost tours were rather informal. Folks had to keep up, and some of them tended to lag behind, gawking at something that interested them.

She looked around to confirm she was alone. Then she looked back at the shadow. But it was gone.

That was odd…

Zilpha walked over toward where she’d seen the shadow. She found herself standing on the corner. Then she looked down the street.

She thought she saw someone standing all alone. Was it a woman? Was she alone?

“Miss? Are you lost?”

The woman appeared to duck inside a doorway. Zilpha’s curiosity was piqued. “Miss?” she called out again, her heels clattering on the cobblestone street.

She reached the doorway where she was sure the woman had ducked inside. But no one was there.

Her heart skipped a beat. In all her time as tour guide for the “ghost walks” of York, she had yet to see one for herself. Was tonight finally going to be that night?

She heard the sound of clattering heels down another street. It made her strangely curious. So she walked to the end of the block.

When she got there, Zilpha looked in both directions. She saw no one – no, wait! There was another shadow!

A moment later it was gone. She suddenly became suspicious. Was Petey playing games with her?

“Not funny, Petey! Go home to your flat, you old sod!” He’d visited a couple of her previous “ghost walks” and had tried to play on her imagination.

She heard a female voice cry out in horror. She turned in the direction of the cry. “Miss? Miss, are you all right? Is anyone out there?”

She rushed down the street in the direction of the cries. Her heels clattered much too noisily for her piece of mind. Maybe she shouldn’t be attracting attention to herself?

She rounded another corner. That’s when Zilpha froze, gasping in horror. There was a faint shadow along the side of one building. It was clearly the silhouette of a woman swaying back and forth in midair, dangling from a noose.

Zilpha’s hand rose up, covering her mouth as she stifled a gasp. She turned in the direction of the light. There was nothing there. And now the shadow was gone as well!

She stood there trembling, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind wanted to run away with her. Was she finally experiencing a ghostly sighting in York?

It was late, well past her time to go home. The night air was chilly. What did she think she was doing, chasing ghosts at this hour?

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Zilpha turned to look. This time she saw the shadows of two men approaching.

She gasped as she whirled in the direction of the illumination. She saw nothing. She called out in hopeful desperation, “Petey, you arsehole! Stop playing games!”

She heard that female voice cry out again. Zilpha whirled to look, her heart beating fast. It had come from that direction.

She heard the sound of heels rushing along on cobblestone. Then she heard another cry. Maybe it was something much more dangerous than a ghost.

“Miss? “Love, I’m over here! Where are you? Let me help you!”

She heard footsteps coming in her direction. She turned to see two gruff looking men in heavy coats bearing down on her. A moment later they simply vanished, disappearing right before her very eyes. That’s when Zilpha turned and ran, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

She heard another cry. Instinctively she ran off in that direction. Was there a woman in trouble?

She skidded to a stop when she spotted a familiar looking shadow against a building. It was the silhouette of that same woman hanging in midair. She was sure of it!

She gasped in alarm as she looked toward the light, afraid of what she would see making the shadow. But once more, there was nothing there. Was her mind playing tricks on her?

She heard a cry from somewhere down an adjacent street. Instinctively she rushed to take a look. This time she saw a shadow of a woman, trailed by two shapes that appeared to be following her.

What if the woman had been in her tour group? Wasn’t she supposed to keep an eye on the ladies under her care? Didn’t that also include protecting them, if possible?

She rushed down the street. But the shadows and images were gone. She stopped and looked all around, her heart pounding in her chest.

Where had they gone?

She was in a familiar part of her tour. Her chase was taking her deeper into the narrow streets. It was odd there was no one else out at this hour.

She suddenly felt all alone. She was also becoming more than a little frightened. Then she heard steps coming toward her.

She turned and saw the shadows of those same two men. For some reason, she sensed they were up to no good. Instinctively she ducked into a doorway.

The sound of footsteps ceased as though they had stopped. Then she heard a strangled cry from somewhere up ahead. Zilpha looked behind her, making sure the men weren’t there before rushing down the street.

Her heels clattered noisily. They were fine for taking people around York to look at spooky old buildings with a unique history. Now she wished she’d worn something much quieter.

She rounded a corner and stopped in horror, staring at another shadow. A woman was kicking in midair. Her hands clawed at the noose around her neck.

Zilpha could actually hear gasping sounds. Someone was really hanging. She rushed forward to see what she could do.

“MISS??”

Then she saw nothing. There was nothing there. Bloody hell!

Petey! Surely this had to be Petey’s doing!

“You bloody wanker! Petey, you’re scaring me!”

She heard the footsteps of those two men behind her. Zilpha let out a cry. Then she rushed down the street, searching for a place to hide.

She’d always wanted to catch a glimpse of a ghost. But this was too much! She would settle for being back home in her nice, warm flat watching a scary movie on the telly with a nice cup of hot tea in her hand.

She ducked into a darkened doorway, trying to calm the wild beating of her heart. She panted heavily for breath, certain she could be heard.

She waited anxiously for several minutes. Then she peeked out of her hiding place and looked all around. The street was deserted; there was only a light breeze.

She cautiously stepped out, breathing a sigh of relief. Then she heard a cry followed by a choking, gurgling sound. It sounded like it was coming from around the corner.

Zilpha crept forward, her heart beating fast. She couldn’t help wondering what the devil was making her move toward the sound instead of away in the opposite direction. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached the edge of the building.

She hesitantly looked around the corner. A woman in a skirt, coat and heels was hanging from a noose at the end of a signpost protruding out of a storefront. She was clawing at the coil around her neck, grunting in breathless agony as her legs kicked.

Those two gruff men she’d seen earlier were standing right there. They were laughing at her as they watched. Surely they were the ones responsible for stringing up the poor, unfortunate lass.

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror, her mind screaming at the sight before her. But what could she do about it? Would they also hang her if they caught her spying on them?

She covered her mouth with her hands, stifling the urge to scream. Then she ducked back around the corner. She stood there frozen with shock, struggling to process what she’d just witnessed.

Her heard hammered in her chest as her breath caught in her throat. She’d witnessed something she probably shouldn’t have. There was no telling what would happen if those murderous blokes caught up to her.

A moment later she heard those familiar footsteps coming up from behind as though coming toward her. An instant later she saw their shadows illuminated by a lamppost. How the devil had they gotten behind her?

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror. She peeked around the corner at the gruesome scene she’d previously witnessed. But the location was now deserted.

She blinked in surprise. There were no men… no noose… no dangling, kicking woman. Zilpha shook her head in astonishment.

“But they were there!” she murmured to herself in disbelief. “I… I saw them standing there hanging her! I SAW IT!”

The sound of approaching footsteps abruptly stopped. Zilpha turned to look. Two men were standing there, eyeing her dangerously.

She let out a cry as she turned and ran. Her legs carried her down the cobblestone street, her heels clattering loudly. She had to get away!

She rounded another corner, ducking down another street. But this time there was nowhere to hide. The street was much too narrow.

In an instant she knew where she was. She was at Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. It was only a few paces down from the actual shop that bore the same name.

She’d been down here many times before. She always showed this place to her tourists, enlightening them about its rich, colorful history. Somehow in her fright she had navigated herself back here.

Zilpha suspiciously looked all around. Had Petey been directing her down this path just for the fun of giving her a good scare? Had he arranged for her to see some specially prepared “ghosts”, just to give himself a good laugh? That bloody wanker!

She looked all around, expecting him to pop out behind her and start laughing his fool head off. Then she picked up the unnerving sound of a rope creaking from a heavy weight. It came from directly behind and above her.

She turned to look at the Arena Letting sign protruding out from the storefront. It had now picked up an additional piece of weight. She gasped in horror, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

A woman hung from the tip of the sign, her arms dangling loosely at her sides. She was in a plaid skirt and light wool jacket with nylons and short heels.

Her eyes bugged out in frozen horror as her tongue lolled out past her lips. Fluid dripped down into a puddle upon the cobblestone street from where the poor woman’s bladder had given way.

Zilpha stared up at her doppelganger in absolute horror.

Then the poor girl fainted dead away…

—

“You ok, miss?” she heard him ask as two men helped her sit upright. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, love. You must have had a fright. Here, let us help you up.”

“Thank you,” she murmured as they helped her up onto her feet. Then she felt one of them loop a coil of rope around her neck.

“Wait! What are you…?”

She let out a cry of terror moments before she was lifted up off her feet. Her hands flew up to pry at the noose digging painfully into her neck. She gasped and grunted, wheezing for breath.

Off in the distance she heard a female voice calling out. It was a voice that sounded terribly familiar…

“You bloody wanker! Petey, you’re scaring me!”

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror at the realization of it all. Was SHE the one whose shadow she’d seen? Was she the one those two men had been chasing after?

She was her very own ghost!

Now she was going to find herself hanging dead at Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate!

She kicked and struggled, fighting the noose. That’s when she caught a glimpse of herself looking around the corner at her. There was a look of horror on her face.

The two men laughed at her, looking up at her appreciatively. Then the terrified woman she’d caught sight of ducked back around the corner.

She tried to find her voice to cry out. But she couldn’t push any words past her lips. “HELP ME!” her mind screamed. “COME BACK! I’M YOU! DON’T LET THEM HANG ME!”

Her eyes bugged out as her tongue poked out past her lips. She lost the ability to struggle when she was no longer able to feel her legs anymore. She finally hung limp and lifeless.

Her arms hung at her sides as she softly swayed back and forth. The rope creaked from her weight. Then her bladder released as consciousness faded away.

A few moments later her exact same likeness rounded the corner, saw her hanging there…

…and then fainted dead away…

EPILOGUE

“She was found hanging right here,” the female tour guide explained, pointing up at the sign protruding out of the storefront of Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. “Nobody knows how she got up there. It’s another one of those mysterious York stories that cannot be explained…”

She trailed off as she saw a reflection in the window. It was a reflection of that poor woman who’d been found hanged in this very spot several weeks ago. The tour guide looked at the window in shock… and then blinked her eyes.

The reflection was gone…

“Uh… where was I?” she asked nervously, clearing her throat. “Oh yeah… moving on then…”

She herded the tourists off, only to pause when she heard a strange creaking sound from somewhere behind her. She turned around and looked up. That’s when she gasped in horror when she saw herself hanging limp from a noose.

She closed her eyes tight, unwilling to process what she’d just witnessed. Then she slowly opened them again.

Nothing was there…

She trembled as she rushed off after her tour group. Perhaps she’d had a bit too much to drink at the pub the night before…

2012; 2021 (written for “Zilpha” Feb 12 ’12; ed. Apr 20 ‘21 by riwa)

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Hanging a trio (graphic) 4.3 (44)

Posted on October 14, 2024 by riwa

Three women were led naked into a room with a window. But it was the three chairs with the three noses dangling above them that made the frightened females gasp in alarm. “You’re going to HANG us??” the short-haired woman named Tatiana gasped in horror.

“Now that all depends on you,” a naked Leonardo chuckled, his cock semi-hard. “We might hang all three… or we might just hang only one of you.”

“That’s right,” an equally naked Andrea agreed cheerfully, his dick also hardening with anticipation. “Of course it also depends on who is willing to cooperate as to who will and won’t be hanged.”

“But you can’t hang us!” the redhead known as Nadia protested. “We work together; we’re coworkers!”

“That makes it even better,” Andrea chuckled. “You’ve resisted my advances thus far.” Then he looked at one of the nooses before adding, “You know? I think that makes it easier for me to vote in favor of hanging you.”

“NO!” she gasped in alarm. “Andrea, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be your girlfriend! I’ll even let you fuck me!”

“I’m going to do that anyway,” he said with a laugh. “Now let’s narrow the field down to two, shall we?”

He and Leonardo decided to bind both Nadia and Tatiana, tying their arms behind their backs. The horrified brunette named Emma nervously stood nearby, whimpering with fright. For the moment she decided it would probably be better not to run. Otherwise, they might catch her and hang her on the spot.

“Now who shall we hang first?” Andrea wanted to know, smiling wickedly at all three of them.

“That’s easy,” Leonardo replied with a sinister grin. “Who do you want to hang?”

“You’re right,” Andrea replied with a smile. “It’s an easy decision after all. Up onto the chair, Nadia.”

His coworker was horrified. She cried out in alarm as she was pushed up onto the chair. Then the noose was looped around her neck.

She stood trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath as she gasped, “Don’t do this to me! We’re coworkers! We’re supposed to be friends!”

“But I’m turned on thinking about hanging you,” he admitted with a chuckle. “It’s a fantasy I’ve harbored for a long time. Now I get to do it for real.”

“No! Please don’t hang me!”

In the meantime Leonardo decided Tatiana didn’t have enough to do. “On your knees, bitch!” he demanded. “Suck my cock while she hangs!”

Tatiana dutifully did as she was commanded. After all, she was thankful it was not her neck going into the noose. She quickly knelt before obediently taking Leonardo’s member into her mouth.

She started sucking enthusiastically as Nadia stood shivering upon the chair, whimpering in terror. Emma stood nearby, shocked over what she was about to witness. Oddly, she found herself becoming perversely aroused despite their fearful predicament.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. Now you can hang for me!” That’s when Andrea pulled the chair away.

Nadia dropped a few inches until the noose snugged up tight around her throat. That’s when she began to choke and gasp. Her legs kicked wildly as she struggled to breathe.

“Now that is exciting to watch,” Leonardo admitted. “That makes me even harder. Suck my cock, bitch!”

Tatiana took him deeper into her mouth. She was grateful she did not have to witness Nadia’s hanging. She focused solely on the dick in front of her, struggling to ignore the rasps and grunts of a woman dangling from a noose.

Emma stood quiet, trying not to speak or even let out a whimper. She couldn’t believe what was happening! All she could do was try not to draw too much attention to herself.

Nadia’s struggles were shamefully arousing. Instinctively Emma lowered her hands to cover her crotch. She quivered from an embarrassing wetness, no doubt a part of the terror she felt.

“She’s slowing down, my friend,” Leonardo observed. “I can see how hard you’ve become. Perhaps you should do something about that.” Then he smiled as he cruelly reminded Tatiana, “Keep sucking, bitch!”

“I’ll do something about it,” Andrea replied. “Right now I’m enjoying her suffering as she strangles to death.”

He reached out to caress the ass of his coworker. Nadia rasped and gurgled as she struggled to pull air down her constricted windpipe. Her face turned a disturbing shade of red from lack of oxygen to the brain.

“Keep sucking, Tatiana,” Leonardo told the girl on her knees. “You can do better than that. I suggest you act like you’re enjoying it, especially if you don’t want to end up like Nadia there.”

“I just love your cock,” she murmured in a trembling voice. Then she took it into her mouth again. She made loud, slurping sounds in order to drown out the sound of the woman suffering in the noose.

Emma stood there trembling. She could not believe what she was witnessing! One naked woman was on her knees sucking cock while another was being hanged right in front of her!

It was shamefully arousing. She needed a distraction from the fear and her embarrassment. So she carefully slipped a finger into her pussy, hoping no one would notice.

She was terribly horny. What if she shuddered with perverse pleasure? Emma hoped the slurping sounds from Tatiana, along with the rasps for breath from Nadia, would be loud enough to hide any kind of orgasm she might endure. She sure hoped neither guy would look in her direction.

All of the sudden there was the sound of liquid hitting the floor. Nadia had gone limp and was pissing herself. It was enough to cause Leonardo to spurt his seed into Tatiana’s mouth.

Nadia was almost gone. Leonardo and Andrea watched closely to detect any remaining signs of life. Her chest quivered as her lungs struggled to pull in just a single breath.

Andrea suddenly brought the chair back over. He assisted in helping Nadia stand upon it. Then he loosened the noose enough for her to gasp for breath before helping her down.

She struggled to compose herself. He smiled as he told her, “Get your breath back. Then I’m going to hang you again.”

He chuckled as she stared at him in utter horror. She couldn’t believe he was going to put her through that all over again! Leonardo chuckled as he told him, “You are a cruel bastard, my friend! I love it! What a great idea! It will be fun to hang her twice!”

He looked down at Tatiana before turning to look at Emma. “Ok. Which of you two bitches is next?” Both women whimpered in alarm, terrified they were about to suffer the same agony poor Nadia had just experienced.

He grabbed Emma and quickly bound her wrists behind her back. Then he looked back and forth between her and Tatiana. “I can’t decide,” he admitted to Andrea. “Which bitch do you think we should hang next?”

“Hmm,” Andrea mused thoughtfully.

Both women squirmed with growing dread. Andrea enjoyed seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, wondering who might be dangling next. Then he made his decision.

“Did she give you a good blowjob?”

“Not really.”

“Then I think you should hang the bitch.,” he said with a cruel laugh.

“NO!” Tatiana gasped in horror. “I just gave you a blowjob! Don’t hang me! Hang her instead!” She even nodded her head at a shocked Emma who trembled with fear.

“Step up onto the chair, bitch!” Leonardo said as he pointed at the furniture. “Time for you to hang!”

“NO!” she cried out. Andrea just grabbed her wrists, forcing her to step up onto the chair.

Nadia couldn’t help watching with sadness in her face, knowing how much it had hurt dangling from the noose. But she was grateful she’d been taken down. ‘Better you than me,’ she thought bitterly, relieved to be free of the noose from around her neck.

Tatiana was forced to stand upon the middle chair. She quivered with fear, looking at either woman standing below her. She pleaded with them with her eyes… “SOMEBODY, DO SOMETHING!” But they were powerless to help her.

The chair was suddenly pulled out from underneath her. That’s when her legs went flying.

Leonardo quickly pulled over another chair. He made Nadia sit in it. “You’re not done strangling, bitch!” he laughed before grabbing some rope and looped it around the horrified woman’s neck. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.

Nadia started to strangle as Tatiana’s legs flew by on either side of the chair. Andrea forced Emma into a kneeling position. “Eat her cunt, bitch!” he demanded as he thrust his erection into her from behind.

Emma grunted as she was brutally fucked. Her tongue dutifully lashed out to lap up Nadia’s flowing juices. It was her only hope of avoiding getting a rope around her throat, something she feared was going to happen to her anyway.

Nadia gawked and gurgled as she was brutally strangled. What really scared her was when Tatiana’s struggles lessened. It wasn’t long until the woman’s legs dangled limp on either side of her.

As the poor woman gawked and gurgled while strangling to death, Nadia got a whiff of bowel. Tatiana had actually farted! Nadia would be right in the way if the poor bitch were to lose control of her bodily functions!

Tatiana’s bladder finally gave out. Piss started to dribble onto Nadia’s tits. “Make her drink it,” Andrea said with a laugh.

Leonardo pulled on Tatiana’s legs. He carefully aimed until piss streamed down onto Nadia’s face and into her mouth. Both men laughed as urine splattered onto the bitch, humiliating her even more.

Poor Nadia’s bladder suddenly gave out as she choked and shuddered. Emma got a mouthful of piss. She was forced to continue licking her out anyway, her body rocking as Andrea fucked her hard.

Both men laughed again. Andrea finally went off inside Emma’s throbbing cunt. He ended up leaving his seed deep inside her.

They quickly released Nadia. Then they put the chair back under Tatiana, allowing her to stand and catch her breath before letting her down. “Who’s left?” Leonardo asked.

Both men smiled, already knowing the answer. “Why, I guess it must be Emma!” Andrea said with a laugh. Emma whimpered with growing terror as she was forced to stand upon the middle chair recently vacated, her body trembling noticeably.

Andrea sat on the chair to her left, pulling Nadia down onto her knees. “You said you’d do anything; isn’t that right? So let’s start with some cock-sucking!”

She whimpered as she took him into her mouth, struggling with her wrists tied behind her back. She was frightened out of her wits. But she was willing to do anything so long as she wouldn’t have to feel that damned noose around her neck anymore.

Leonardo took up the chair on Emma’s right. “Let’s find out what your cunt feels like, bitch!” he told Tatiana as he sat down. Then he pulled the horrified woman down into his lap, impaling her womanhood with his dick.

Tatiana grunted and whimpered as she rode Leonardo’s cock. On the other side of the hanged woman, Nadia grunted as her throat was fucked by Andrea’s cock. Poor Emma stood trembling upon the chair, her chest heaving as she whimpered with fright. Maybe they would forget and choose not to hang her after all.

“Aren’t we forgetting someone?” Leonardo asked with a laugh. “Emma is missing all the fun.”

“Then let’s hang the bitch!” Andrea laughed, reaching over to push the chair over.

Emma let out a cry of horror. Her cry was cut off as the chair tumbled out from underneath her. The noose caught her weight, tightening ominously around her throat.

Her toes fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. In growing panic she kicked a little harder. That set her to softly swinging back and forth.

She rasped for breath, her eyes pleading to be let back down. But the sadistic animals in their chairs weren’t the least bit interested. They simply watched her as though ignoring the two naked woman servicing their erections.

Emma kicked harder. Her legs began to fly every which way. She rasped and gurgled as it became harder and harder to pull a breath down her closing windpipe.

She tried to scream. But she couldn’t force any words past her constricted throat. The only sounds in the room were the creaking of her noose, a woman grunting from being fucked in her cunt, and another gagging on a dick in her mouth.

Emma’s mind screamed as her gyrations began to slow down. The two men watched appreciatively as her struggles lessened, her body softly swaying back and forth. Her heart pounded in her chest, her legs fluttering as though there was still some life left in her.

“Now that is one hanged bitch!” Andrea gasped with delight. He enjoyed watching Emma’s ragged gasps for breath as her body quivered.

Leonardo observed, “Her nipples are hard, my friend. I think she’s actually enjoying herself!”

“I know I sure am.” Andrea sighed with pleasure as Nadia’s lips suctioned his throbbing cock.

“Sometimes these bitches cum in the noose,” Leonardo observed. “Take a look! I think she’s having an orgasm right now!”

Emma’s eyes rolled as her body quivered. Her knees reflexively jerk upward. Then she hung limp, her tongue protruding.

“Take a good look at her, bitch!” Leonardo laughed, making Tatiana look over at the dangling woman. “You’re going to hang with her before this night is over. We’re going to hang all three of you!” Then he began fucking her harder, impaling her deep with his cock. Tatiana grunted and groaned as she whimpered with fright.

“I’ve got an idea!” Andrea chuckled. He pulled out of Nadia’s mouth and stood up, stepping over to the dangling woman. Then he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up.

Her eyes flickered as fresh air made it down her throat. It caused her to cough and gasp. Then Andrea slowly lowered her back down, allowing the noose to take her full weight yet again.

Her feet fluttered as he sat back down and proceeded to fuck Nadia’s face some more. Emma gasped and gurgled, strangling all over again. It was horrifying and humiliating.

It wasn’t long until her body got tired again. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she gently swung back and forth. All she could do was hope for a mercifully quick death.

“Hey; she’s pissing herself!” Leonardo observed as urine splattered upon the floor. A moment later there was the sound of farting. Then her bowels gave way as a shit came out of her and hit the floor.

“She’s almost gone,” Andrea gasped excitedly.

Before she could fully pass out, he stood up and gently let her down until she was standing on the floor in her own piss. Her breathing was labored as she coughed and sputtered. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she struggled to get her breath back.

“Let’s have some fun with these bitches!” Leonardo suggested with a wicked chuckle.

He made Tatiana kneel behind Emma, telling her to “Lick her ass, bitch!” Andrea made Nadia kneel, telling her, “Lick her cunt, bitch!” Both women sobbed as they did as they were told. Poor Emma writhed and whimpered as a pair of tongues attacked her holes.

Next Leonardo brought the two extra nooses down. Andrea quickly caught on to what he was doing, his cock getting hard again. Both men noosed both kneeling women, making them cry out in alarm.

Emma was suddenly taken back up off the ground. She gasped and gurgled as she started to hang once again. A moment later Leonardo lifted Tatiana’s legs, making the noose strangle her.

“I’m fucking her ass!” he called out as the poor thing started gasping and gurgling. Andrea lifted Nadia as well. He drove his cock up her ass, causing all three women to strangle together in an erotic scene of noosed perversion.

Emma was humiliated beyond belief. She was conscious enough to feel a shameful orgasm coming her way. She tried to sob, but her breath was all but cut off.

Two tongues penetrated her holes, causing her to groan and tremble. She could barely get a sliver or air town her throat. Tatiana and Nadia gasped and grunted as their asses were gleefully pounded by Leonardo and Andrea.

Emma didn’t have the strength to fight, and she hung limp. Nadia’s tongue kept licking her button until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. It flushed hotly through her body, a massive orgasm that took Emma’s breath away as well as her remaining strength.

She shuddered weakly, her eyes rolling. Then her bladder gave way as she pissed herself again. Nadia got a face full of urine, much of it spilling into her mouth as she gawked and gurgled, desperately trying to pull air into her lungs.

Tatiana stuck her tongue out, wrinkling her face in agony. She was still hoping her obedience might result in her life being spared. Then Emma farted.

She got it in her face along with more shit that came trickling out. Tatiana was humiliated beyond belief!

All three women gawked and gurgled until they hardly struggled anymore. Emma barely moved as both Tatiana and Nadia’s faces were pushed against her. Neither woman had the strength to lick anymore; all three were nearly gone.

“Time!” Andrea called out.

He and Leonardo eased their bitches down before pushing Emma out of the way. Then both bitches were pushed against each other face to face. As they strangled in their nooses, they could taste the shit and piss upon each other’s faces.

Both men laughed, enjoying the erotic display. Then they noticed all three were barely breathing. They quickly lowered the two women onto their knees before lowering Emma to the floor to join them.

All three breathed shallow. At least they were still alive. “Ok, bitches!” Andrea said with a smile. “Fun’s over! It’s time for the grand finale!”

“Please!” Nadia panted, her eyes wet with tears. “Please don’t hang us!”

“But that’s why I brought you here!” Andrea told her. “I’ve always wanted to hang you! I just made sure we brought these other two along so you wouldn’t die alone!”

The three women whimpered as they were stood side by side. All three were noosed up. Their bodies trembled as their nipples hardened from the terror to come.

“Emma first!” Leonardo said with a laugh. “After all, she’s already pissed and shit herself. She’ll probably go quickly.”

Emma whimpered in alarm, crying out for them not to do it. A moment later Andrea pulled on the rope. It lifted her up into the air.

He quickly tied it off, watching appreciatively. Once more she did her air-dance, legs flying everywhere. “She shouldn’t dance alone, don’t you think?” Leonardo observed thoughtfully.

“I agree,” Andrea replied.

Both men grabbed the other two ropes. They pulled both Tatiana and Nadia up into air before tying off the ropes. All three women swung and kicked together, their grunts and choked gasps for breath filling the room as their bodies bumped into each other.

Leonardo and Andrea sat down upon the chairs, their cocks hard as the three females jerked and kicked while bouncing off each other. The two men stroked themselves as they watched the cruel spectacle. This time they had no intention of letting anyone down. They would hang to the bitter end.

After much kicking, the trio of bitches became exhausted, gently swaying back and forth. Emma’s face was purple from having been hanged over and over again. She was all pissed out, her bladder empty as her chest barely rose and fell from each limited attempt to breathe.

A stream of urine suddenly emerged out of Nadia, splattering upon the floor. Tatiana was quick to join her, adding her pee to the growing puddle. All three women rasped and grunted in breathless agony, their bodies twitching and spasming.

Next was the sound of farting as a shit slipped out of Nadia’s ass and fell to the ground. Tatiana was next, the poor woman taking a shit as she hung limp and lifeless, unable to control her bowels. Leonardo and Andrea watched happily, their hard cocks saluting such an erotic display.

There was silence in the room as the trio of bitches hung silent, having given their all for the entertainment of Leonardo and Andrea. Then it was time to take them down. “Let’s stack them, my friend.” Andrea suggested. “The bitch Nadia should go first.”

Andrea’s coworker was cut down and splayed out upon a table on her back, her legs hanging off ether side. “The bitch’s cunt looks like it needs to be eaten again,” Leonardo observed with a chuckle. “I think Tatiana is hungry for some twat-juice. Let’s put her on top.”

Both men laughed as the short-haired woman was cut down. She was placed on top of Nadia in a lewd 69 position, making it look like both bitches were eating each other out. “She definitely looks hungry,” Andrea said with a laugh, forcing Tatiana’s face into Nadia’s wet cunt.

“Last one,” Leonardo said as he cut Emma down. She was placed cross-wise on top of the other two. Her full breasts pointed skyward, her wet cunt exposed.

Leonardo admired the pile as Andrea stood with his fists on his hips. “A nice looking trio of dead bitches,” Andrea observed. “I think Nadia makes a better corpse than she would have been as a lover. She was such a bitch at work.” Leonardo laughed in agreement.

Leonardo looked closer. “I think Emma wants to help,” he observed with a chuckle.

Emma’s left arm was all splayed out. Interestingly her hand lay upon Nadia’s face. “She is acting like their lover!” Leonardo laughed.

“You should see this side!” Andrea added with laughter. “She is helping force Tatiana to eat Nadia’s dead cunt!” Both men laughed at that.

“Emma looks like she is turned on,” Leonardo chuckled. “See her eyes? See how her tongue hangs out? I think she loves this position best… lying on top of her two dead bitch friends.”

“We must give them a proper send-off,” Andrea observed.

“Agreed!” Leonardo replied.

Both men began stroking themselves, getting their cocks hard. When they were ready they spurted their seed all over the bodies. To complete the scene, both men pissed all over the three dead bitches. Then they got dressed and left, congratulating themselves on such a fine evening’s entertainment…

2011; 2021 (written for Andrea Dec 23 ’11; ed. Jan 25 ‘21 by riwa. Renders provided by Andrea from a creator he asked to make them. Sadly, I forget the creator’s name.)

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The chore 2.9 (19)

Posted on October 7, 2024 by riwa

Note: an older story re-edited and reposted.

Melissa finished up the dishes and vacuumed the floor before deciding it was time to go out and do the weekly spa maintenance. Normally her husband tested the water and added the chemicals. But she’d agreed to do it for him while he was away on business.

He was only going to be gone a couple of days. The spa could have waited until he got back. But there wasn’t anything to it. She’d cheerfully offered to take care of it for him just as soon as she dropped him off at the airport, drove back to the house and cleaned up their breakfast dishes.

What Melissa didn’t know was that her husband had made an agreement with the next door neighbor to take care of a little chore for him while he was gone. Pulling away from the curb, she never looked into her rearview mirror. Thus, she never saw him reach into his business jacket, pull out his cell phone and make a call.

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Humming a pleasant tune, Melissa stepped out the front door into the patio area. She walked over to the hot tub where she proceeded to open the cover. She lifted it up and folded it over with a loud “CLUMP!”

It was heavy and awkward. That was the main reason why she allowed her husband to do the spa maintenance most of the time. But she managed it without too much trouble.

She walked around to the front of it next to the wooden step ladder they used to step up into the spa. Bending over, she peered down into the spa. Melissa hoped she wouldn’t find anything floating around or sitting in the bottom that needed to be brought out.

There wasn’t anything in the water that needed her attention. She gave a little sniff before concluding the water was all right other than the weekly maintenance. It wasn’t due to be drained and refilled for another month or so.

Still humming her tune, she went back inside. Melissa retrieved the pitcher her husband used for mixing the chemicals. Then she went back outside to the spa and filled the pitcher with water.

Going back inside the house with the pitcher, she found the bottle of chemicals. Melissa added the proper mixture to the water. Then she stirred it with the plastic stir spoon her husband had “borrowed” from her kitchen.

She had to make sure the powder was properly diluted. Then she carried the pitcher back outside. Melissa removed the little cover to the filter area before draining the contents of her pitcher inside.

She reached down outside the edge of the hot tub. Melissa found the external spa controls. That’s when she pushed the button to the “clean” jets.

The hot tub rumbled quietly to life as the water bubbled and churned. The 10 minute clean cycle would give her just enough time to go back inside and check her emails before adding the liquid chemicals. So Melissa went back into the house.

She sat down at her desk and checked her messages. The hot tub rumbled outside the window. None of her emails required her immediate attention.

There were 8 or 9 minutes left before completing the weekly maintenance. Melissa spent some time playing computer solitaire. She would hear the spa shut off when it was done.

She was startled by a tap on the window. She looked out to see her next-door neighbor looking in at her. She broke into a smile as she shut down her computer.

“I’ll be right out, Sally. Just doing some spa maintenance.” Then she got up from her office chair and headed out.

Sally was divorced with no children. Melissa’s husband Robert went over to help out every now and then with the occasional repair request. The woman had a trim, athletic physique, with nice, firm breasts.

Her crimson hair seemed to glow whenever the sun caught it just right. She was 5 inches taller than Melissa. Sally was pleasant enough as a next-door neighbor.

Melissa stepped out the door before motioning over at a couple of patio chairs. “Hi Sally; have a seat. You out for a morning run or something?” Her neighbor was wearing a tightly clad tank top, shorts and sneakers,

“Yeah,” the redhead replied as she accepted the chair and sat down.

Sally looked her neighbor up and down before motioning toward the spa. “The jets are running. Is he making you do the weekly maintenance? I see you’re not in your swimsuit.”

“I said I’d do it after I dropped him off at the airport. He’s got that business meeting, you know.”

“Oh, yeah. I think you mentioned something about that the other day.”

“Would you like to use our spa after you finish your run? I can always get my suit and join you if you don’t want to be alone.”

“Sure – that’d be great!”

The two talked for several minutes about nothing in particular. The hot tub suddenly went quiet, completing its clean cycle. Melissa rose up, causing Sally to stand with her.

“I’ve got to add some liquid to it. I’ll only be a minute.”

Melissa excused herself. She opened the door and went into the house. That’s when Sally walked over to the hot tub.

She stood in the narrow space between it and the house. Idly brushing her hand through the warm water, she stared down into the spa as a mental picture entered her mind. It was one of her and Robert alone together.

‘Soon,’ she thought. ‘Soon fantasy will become reality, just as soon as I finish this one little chore for him.’

She heard the screen door and turned to see Melissa emerge from around the edge of the house. A bottle of liquid and a little measuring container were in her hands. Melissa cried out in surprise to see her neighbor standing next to the spa, hidden from view until she cleared the edge of the house…

“Oh, there you are, Sally. You startled me.”

“Sorry. I was just checking the temperature. It feels great.”

“You’re more than welcome to use it after your run, Sally. Just gotta add this stuff to it first.”

Melissa opened the bottle and poured a small amount into her container, measuring out about a couple of ounces. She poured it into the main body of the hot tub. Then she twisted the cap back onto the bottle.

She walked around the side of the spa to the exterior controls. Melissa hit the clean cycle once more, causing the jets to come back to life. “10 more minutes and it’ll be done and ready to use,” she said to her neighbor as she headed back into the house. “Don’t go away; I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere.” Sally smiled, her eyes flashing. Melissa smiled back before going back into the house to put the bottle of fluid and the measuring container away.

“10 minutes, eh?” Sally said to herself as she brushed her hand through the warm water again. “I can wait that long. Don’t want to use it until it’s ready.”

She grinned inwardly at the thoughts she was entertaining. ‘Ready in 10; dead in 15; Robert is mine in 20.’

She heard the screen door open, interrupting her thoughts. Once more Melissa emerged. “Come look at my tulips,” she suggested cheerfully, waving at the redhead. Sally dutifully followed her over to the flower bed in the corner

They spent the next several minutes talking about what vegetation would be suitable to add to Melissa’s current collection. There was mention of taking a trip to a greenhouse together. It was a discussion Sally found ironically amusing.

Here they were talking about Melissa’s flora and fauna as well as a future trip to the store together. Yet the unsuspecting woman’s life was now being measured in mere minutes. Sally had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, even as her heart quickened at the thought of what she was about to do.

The spa jets abruptly shut off. It sent an erotic shiver coursing through the redhead’s body.

It was time…

“Oh good; it’s done,” a naïve Melissa observed cheerfully as she looked over at the spa, acknowledging the silence in the patio.

“That’s all there is to it?” Sally asked as she slowly walked back toward the hot tub. Her heart beat so loudly in her chest that she was afraid her intended victim might hear it.

“That’s it,” Melissa responded cheerfully, instinctively following the redhead back toward the spa.

“You don’t have to, like… wait or anything?”

“Nope; it’s all ready to use. The jets mixed the chemicals around and diluted them real good. We could get in right now if you wanted.”

Melissa looked at her next door neighbor. Then she chuckled softly. “I suppose we should change into our suits first.”

Sally acted fascinated. “Really? It’s ready? I thought you had to wait a while!”

Melissa watched as her neighbor approached the spa. Sally moved into the little space between the hot tub and the house. Melissa instinctively went over to join her as she motioned at the water.

“Nope; we don’t have to wait at all. It’s ready to go. You can put your hand in it. Go right ahead! The chemicals won’t hurt or anything!”

Sally had already confirmed that. Still, she reached down and tentatively brushed the surface of the water before submerging her hand to the wrist. Her heart hammered in her chest as a lump developed in her throat. At the same time she found herself strangely aroused by the whole thing.

“See?” Melissa confirmed with a smile as she put her own hand in and swirled it around. “It’s all ready to go!”

She looked at her neighbor curiously. “You want to use it now? I can go in and get into my swimsuit while you go home and change.”

Sally stared at her for a long moment. The irony of Melissa’s words were not lost on her. Yeah, she wanted to ‘use’ it right now!

She almost laughed out loud despite the anxiety she was feeling. Could she really go through with it? Why was she so aroused all of the sudden??

“Actually, I probably need to go on my run right now,” she blurted out, speaking faster than she wanted. “But there’s this one little chore I’ve got to do first.”

“Oh?” the unsuspecting Melissa asked with a smile. “What chore is that?”

“THIS!”

Sally lashed out and grabbed Melissa’s shoulders. Then she forced her to bend over the side into the water.

Melissa cried out in surprise. A moment later her head was submerged in the warm water of the spa. Her neighbor’s hand adjusted its grip, grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her head under.

For a moment she hung over the edge in stunned surprise. It had come as a shock, a total surprise. Was Sally playing around?

“I’m sorry it has to end this way,” her neighbor’s voice said above the surface. “But it’s time for you to die, Melissa. This way Robert and I can be together.”

Had she heard right?? Melissa couldn’t believe it. But she couldn’t get her head up out of the water.

She screamed a froth of bubbles in horror. A moment later her legs started kicking wildly as her hands flailed for the surface. But she couldn’t get any leverage, bent over the side of the hot tub the way she was.

“Stop squirming around!” Sally demanded. “Will you just drown already? Robert and I have been planning this for weeks!

Melissa couldn’t believe it! This couldn’t be happening! A moment later Sally lost her grip as Melissa fully tumbled into the hot tub.

Melissa scrambled to get her arms underneath her. Somehow she managed to push herself up to the surface. She frantically gasped for breath, only to feel her neighbor’s hands on her head, forcing her back under the surface.

She screamed instinctively, sending another froth of bubbles to the surface. Melissa felt around with her hands, trying to pry herself free from Sally’s grip. She thrashed about in pure terror, utterly astonished this was happening to her.

Sally found herself becoming both eager and impatient. She hollered, “C’MON, BITCH – DROWN ALREADY!” She used all her strength to push down on her next door neighbor’s head as though she could somehow force her to inhale.

Melissa was unable to dislodge her killer’s hands. She flailed with her arms, splashing water as she kicked and thrashed about. She was disoriented and out of breath, her lungs screaming at her as they demanded to be refilled.

Sally became even more impatient. This was taking too long. What if somebody stopped by or pulled into the driveway?

“HURRY UP – I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY! DROWN, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!”

Melissa screamed away what was left of her breath. Then her lungs gave out. The reflex to breathe became too much to hold back.

Melissa inhaled sharply. Water went down her throat as she swallowed and gurgled. Instantly her struggles morphed from the panicked thrashings of a would-be victim to the spasms of a woman caught up in the painful throes of drowning.

Her breathing reflex involuntarily pulled more water into her lungs. Melissa spasmed and convulsed, her body violently trying to expel the liquid invasion taking place. But she was too far gone.

Her struggles lessened as her legs kicked haphazardly. Her arms waved feebly in the water as though getting mixed signals from the brain. She still could not raise her head above the surface.

Her mouth opened and closed as though the act of trying to breathe could somehow will much-needed air back down into her system. She tried to scream again. But her lungs were full of fluid. Nothing came out other than a few dribbles of air.

Sally sensed the end was nigh. She lessened her grip in her drowning neighbor’s hair, realizing she didn’t have to hold on so tightly. “That’s it, Melissa,” she murmured encouragingly. “Let go of that nasty air. Swallow all that water for Robert and I.”

As her neighbor spasmed and convulsed, tiny bursts of air bubbled up through Melissa’s flowing hair. Sally experienced a strange flush of warmth as an unexpected orgasm washed through her body. She was shocked over how erotic the whole damned thing had become.

Melissa went limp in her grasp. The few solitary blips of air that escaped the woman’s flooded lungs were barely noticeable as they dribbled up through her waving brown strands of hair. Sally finally let go of her next door neighbor.

She stood up straight as the shock of what she had just done sank in. She watched incredulously as Melissa’s lifeless body floated quietly, gently bobbing up and down. The surface of the spa was smoothing out from the previous violence of the struggle.

“That was amazing!” she gasped breathlessly while staring at the body of her drowned neighbor. Then she thought about the woman’s husband. A surge of excitement flowed through her body.

“Robert’s mine!” she breathed with growing excitement. “Thanks, Melissa. Your drowning was… it was… my GAWD; it was hot!”

Sally looked all around. It wouldn’t do to leave the cover open for anyone to see. So she reached over and lifted it up, allowing it to fold closed with a loud CLUMP.

Just to make sure, she latched it tight. She didn’t want any of the neighborhood kids to come sneaking in and nosing around. It wouldn’t do to have them peaking inside without at least making it a little more difficult for them.

She turned and made her way into the house. She found a phone and dialed Robert’s cell phone. She let it ring a couple of times before hanging up. That was the signal the “chore” had been completed.

She walked back outside. Sally paused to look at the closed spa one last time. “Well, Melissa? You’ve done your chores… and now I’ve done mine. Thanks for the use of your husband.” Then she headed out for her morning run, her chore completed…

2007; 2020 (written for “Melissa” Apr 7 ’07; ed. Oct 4 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures of the ex-Mrs. Riwa posing for the story many years ago are added for illustration purposes.)

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Trash Day 4.7 (44)

Posted on September 30, 2024 by riwa

It was Trash Day… well, that’s what we all called it. It was the day when management got rid of its poorest performing employees. It was termination day… literally.

I scrambled to get my work done while anxiously watching the clock on the wall. I didn’t dare leave early, much as I wanted to. That could get a person terminated just as fast as anything else. Nobody wanted to break company rules on Trash Day on the off-chance management might be looking for an excuse to get rid of someone.

You could cut the tension with a knife the moment Kirk walked onto the floor. He’s in charge of company security. We all knew why he was there.

Nobody made eye contact with him. Instead, we all studied our computer terminals, hoping he wasn’t coming for us. That’s when I began typing something on my keyboard, trying to appear busy in the hope he would pass me by.

A hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder, and I jumped with a start. I turned to look as my heart leapt into my chest. He calmly said to me, “C’mon, Katie; let’s go.”

I gulped as I stammered, “S-seriously, Kirk?” He just nodded at me. I gulped again as I numbly rose to my feet. It was no use protesting or resisting him.

He escorted me down the aisle to the elevator. No one made eye contact with me. They all knew where I was going. Maybe they were afraid Kirk might take one of them along with me if they even so much as looked in our direction.

We entered the elevator together. When the door closed, it felt as though I had just been cut off from the outside world. I had the sense of having just been enclosed inside my coffin.

We rode the elevator down without saying a word to each other. But I noticed he was already developing a bulge in his pants. Damn him; was he looking forward to this??

I knew what awaited me. The thought of it terrified me. And yet I found myself experiencing a growing, erotic thrill.

What would it feel like? Would I be dying alone? In a few moments, I would be receiving answers to those questions.

We reached the basement, and the elevator door whooshed open. Kirk escorted me down a long hall. I felt like a condemned woman taking the long walk to the gallows while being escorted by her executioner.

I knew exactly where we were going. The execution room was down on this floor at the end of the hall. I only had a few more moments to compose myself before facing my destiny.

I heard sobbing as we approached. My body stiffened as horrid realization set in. I would be dying soon, but it sounded as though I would not be dying alone. How many were in there?

Kirk took my trembling hand as he led me inside. That’s when I saw them. There would only be two others joining me on Trash Day.

I immediately recognized Libby. She was the company whore. I saw she was already down to her bra and panties as she stepped up onto her stool.

I was not surprised by her presence. Even I had partaken of her delights in the past. But management was always executing the company whore after a year or two. Unless they were extraordinarily talented, they usually didn’t last much longer than that.

She gave me a knowing look. Was she happy seeing I would be hanging with her? But I could not return the look because I was in shock at seeing who would be joining us.

My secret lesbian lover Darlina was sitting on the middle stool. She was naked except for a pair of nylons on her legs. Her head was in her hands, and she was sobbing in despair.

I gasped in shock. “Darlina? NO! Not you too??”

I had been wondering on the trip down in the elevator how she was going to be notified about my death and what her reaction would be. But that little issue had just become moot. She would simply be hanging to death right next to me.

Burt had his gun out. Had Darlina given him trouble? I could not fathom what she was doing down here, unless of course it was because of our relationship.

She tried to rise up and rush into my arms. Burt just pushed her back down, telling her to finish stripping and not to cause any trouble. She promptly went back to sobbing.

Did he know about us? Had the company found out? Was that the reason we were hanging together with the company whore??

Instinctively, I tried to save her. “Burt; no! Not Darlina!? I’ll do anything… anything you want!”

“It’s not up to me, Katie,” he replied coldly. “You know how it goes. We don’t pick ‘em. We just execute ‘em. Now get yourself over here and get undressed.”

He motioned at the empty stool next to Darlina, the lethal coil dangling above it. I gulped as I stared at it. I would be hanging to death right next to my lesbian lover.

I panted like crazy as I moved over to my stool. Meanwhile, Libby had just finished removing her underwear. That’s when she stoically climbed up onto hers.

Kirk made her grab the coil and loop it around her neck. Once she’d completed that task, he promptly cuffed her wrists behind her back. She panted heavily without saying a word, perhaps lost in her own thoughts over what were about to be her final moments of life.

Darlina finished removing her nylons as I blurted out, “Burt, aren’t you listening? I said I’d do anything you want!” He just pointed his gun at me before quietly telling me, “Katie, what I want is for you to strip out of all your damn clothes.”

Kirk retrieved a small trash can, setting it in the middle of the floor. He quickly scooped up the discarded garments and tossed them inside. Then he moved behind Darlina to help her up onto her stool.

I gulped as I slipped out of my heels. Then I winced as I tossed them into the trash. They were rather expensive. But I figured that’s where they were going to end up anyway.

My nylons came off next. I was in the middle of pulling down my panties when I heard Darlina whimper as her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Then Kirk started to help her up onto her stool.

We had made love to each other just the other night. We had even talked about Trash Day during our time together. But she hadn’t wanted to talk about it.

Last night, an erotic image of her hanging to death naked had briefly flashed through my mind. Now I felt guilty over having imagined it, especially since it was about to become reality. I felt as though it was my fault for somehow “wishing” it into existence.

I stammered, “Burt; no!” I was concerned for poor Darlina. He just aimed his gun right at me. I winced, trying to fight back the tears as I slowly pulled my panties down off my legs.

My heart was racing as I finished removing my clothes. By then, the company whore and my lover were standing upon their stools. Libby remained silent, while Darlina kept sniffling and sobbing.

Burt cuffed my wrists behind my back. That’s when it hit me just how serious things had become. I felt such terror that I almost lost control of my bladder.

I got so weak and dizzy that I almost fainted. But underneath it all, I felt a perverse excitement coursing through my veins. I was actually going to witness two other hangings besides my own, one of them being my secret lesbian lover.

“Katie’s a short one, Burt,” Kirk reminded him.

Burt nodded with understanding. “I know. That’s why I brought the phone books along.” Kirk just laughed.

Two thick phone books were placed upon my stool. Then Burt told me to step up. “But I’ll fall!” I whined.

“Only when we want you to fall,” he replied, a trace of amusement in his voice.

He worked to get me up onto those phone books upon my stool. I don’t know how he managed to loop the noose around my neck. But somehow he accomplished it.

Feeling it caress my skin almost made me lose my balance. It terrified me so badly that I wanted to scream. But underneath it all was a pervading sense of perverse excitement.

“Katie?” Darlina gasped as she looked over at me. It must have just hit her that I was truly about to hang right along with her. At that very moment, she actually seemed more concerned about my welfare than she did about her own.

I kept gasping for breath while trying to compose myself. I was feeling more and more excitement over the prospect of hanging to death. What made it even more shamefully erotic was the knowledge that Darlina was going to hang naked right next to me.

I was terrified; I was heartbroken; I was inconsolable. And yet deep down, I felt a growing sense of thrilling anticipation over watching her last moments as she fought for her life in the noose. What the hell was wrong with me??

I probably would have handled it much better if I would have been hanging on my own. But there were two other naked women hanging with me, including my lover. Seeing her noosed and nude was such that my arousal and shame were clear off the charts.

Burt did me no favors as he felt me up around my crotch once I was on my stool. I’d heard that executioners were permitted to amuse themselves during the procedure. And he was certainly amusing himself.

“Turned on that we’re about to hang; are we, Katie?” he chuckled with amusement. “Or is it because your lesbian lover is about to hang with you?” So the company knew about us after all, did they?

I winced and whimpered as he fingered my slit. Could he read my mind? Could he sense my innermost thoughts, shameful thoughts concerning watching Darlina hang to death?

My horrified lover cried out, “Katie??” Libby just gave us a smug look as though she’d known about us all along. But she said nothing as she looked away in contempt. She didn’t see Kirk standing behind her, about to kick her stool out from underneath her.

“You gonna cum for us, Katie, while you hang to death?” Burt asked. “You gonna show your lover how a noose-whore swings? We all know the company whore here is going to put on one hell of a performance. You should put on a good one for Darlina’s sake.”

“I’ll see you in hell, Burt!” Libby blurted out as he cupped my boobs.

“Not until after your final dance, bitch!” Then he kicked her stool out from underneath her.

Libby let out a cry as her stool clattered away. Then she hit the end of her rope and started to suffer, her boobs bouncing as she kicked it up. Darlina was shocked as she cried out, “OHMYGAWD!”

I turned to have a look, my heart racing as my pussy dripped my perverse arousal. Burt was busy cupping and hefting my boobs as he turned to look as well. “One down; two to go,” he observed with cruel amusement.

My breathing was heavy and labored as I watched Libby’s dance of death. It was horrific seeing her fight for her next breath. But my shameful arousal at watching her kick and suffer was such that I was afraid I was actually going to cum right then and there.

I was sure Kirk was going to hang my lover right away. But for some reason, he delayed. The guys had paused from their cruel amusements to enjoy Libby’s performance.

Darlina and I both watched in horror as Libby swung back and forth in the noose. She kicked up a storm as she instinctively fought to live. Her boobs bounced a lot as she wriggled and squirmed.

Burt cruelly fingered me as I watched Libby’s dance. When I winced and clenched, he gave me a smirk and a knowing look. I just prayed he wouldn’t blab it out to Kirk or my lover.

Libby’s rasps grew quieter as she lost her voice, the noose choking it off. Her chest heaved as she went into spasms and convulsions. Burt pulled his fingers out just in time or he would have felt me clenching in orgasm.

I watched as Libby’s bladder suddenly gave way. Drool spilled off her tongue onto her tits. She had entered the twilight of her dance, with very little life remaining in her.

Darlina was so horrified that she let out a sob as she started to cry. “We’ll have none of that,” Kirk declared. Then he kicked her stool away.

Darlina’s scream was heart-wrenching. It was immediately cut off as her rope snugged up tight around her neck. Then her legs began pedaling.

I was so perversely aroused at seeing my lover suffer that I could feel another orgasm coming on strong. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to stop it. But would it happen before or after I ultimately left my position on top of my stool?

Darlina kicked and swung with a violent passion. I was horrified at seeing her terror as she tried to breathe. But I was also incredibly aroused.

During one of our lovemaking sessions, I had choked her once. In response, she had violently climaxed. I have never forgotten that moment. But now she was suddenly cumming as though her very life depended on it. And it was such an incredible turn-on!

She fought so hard that her foot came in contact with the phone books upon my stool. That’s when I lost my balance, pitching forward off my solid footing as the phone books slid off my toppling stool.

I heard Kirk’s amused voice from behind us as I hit the end of my rope. “Did you see that, Burt? She can’t wait to have her lover swing right along with her. She actually kicked her stool over!” That’s when I heard Burt’s laughter coming from somewhere behind me.

I kicked for solid footing as the noose cinched up tight around my neck. I lost all control as I swung back and forth until I tried to take a breath. The orgasm that immediately swept through me was as intense and welcome as it was shameful.

Unfortunately, my Darlina put on a performance for the ages. There was no way in hell she was going to give up the fight so easily. She kicked and twisted until cum spewed out of her slit for a second time.

I felt it swell within me yet again upon seeing her climax. Then I saw little agonal spasms in Libby’s dangling, naked body. That’s when I climaxed all over again.

I was having great difficulty trying to breathe. I tried to regain control by struggling not to kick so much. And I tried to remain still, hoping the noose would not tighten any further. But it was a hopeless task.

I glanced over and saw Kirk examining Libby. I heard him say she was still alive. I could only imagine the suffering she was going through, not being able to get a decent breath of air down into her lungs.

My lover’s knees suddenly jerked upwards. Then her bladder emptied itself. Her face was red, her mouth gaping open. I don’t know why, but it made me shudder with such shameful pleasure.

I could feel myself preparing to fight my own noose. I tried to remain still. Then my knee came up, and I could feel myself starting to lose control.

Libby was gently swaying back and forth in her noose. The floor underneath her was wet from her piss. In a way, it seemed perversely fitting to me: the company whore ending her life at the end of a noose, pissing her last moments away.

I suddenly lost all control as I started kicking like crazy. Darlina had slowed down, and looked to be in her death throes. Then she started back up, kicking me as we danced a duet for our executioners, a lesbian-lover ballet.

Our boobs bounced as we jerked and spasmed. Then Darlina appeared to exhaust herself rather abruptly. Her chest hitched as stray muscles fired, indicating she was just about gone. I was the only one left to entertain Burt and Kirk.

I pedaled in place before wriggling like a worm. My knees jerked upward as I shamefully squirted yet another orgasm all over the floor. Those few shameful moments of pleasure were all that briefly separated me from never-ending agony.

I heard amusement in Burt’s voice… “Katie here sure seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, but her lover is just about gone,” Kirk replied, checking for a pulse. “She gave us a pretty good show though. How’s Katie doing? What’s she got left to show us?”

“Let’s find out,” Burt remarked, eyeing me with a cruel smile.

My head felt like it was going to explode. I could not keep my mouth closed. Drool spilled out onto my heaving boobs.

I was just settling down when Burt pulled out his baton. Then he rammed it hard up my cunt. I gawked as I shuddered before shamefully pissing myself. Then I began kicking anew, my body fighting like hell as I wriggled and twisted.

My body wanted to live; oh, how it wanted to live! My heart was racing as my face turned red. And I could feel another one swelling within me yet again.

I looked over to see the company whore dangling limp. Urine dripped out of her slit. There were a couple of agonal muscle spasms.

Next to me hung Darlina. She was gently swaying back and forth. Observing her nudity and her dripping slit sent shameful tingles of pleasure rippling through me.

I could feel internal organs dying from the damage done by Burt’s baton. My performance was finally shutting down. So he made sure to ram the damned thing all the way up to the handle.

I shuddered again from a small, sexual release. I jerked and spasmed a couple times. But my breath had been cut off. And I was starting to lose feeling in my legs.

Kirk began to examine my lover. He groped and fondled her all over. Normally, she hated the touch of another man. But there was nothing she could do about it now. Besides, she was too far gone to care.

Burt sucked on my nipples. Kirk asked if lesbian ones tasted any different than heterosexual ones. Burt replied, “How should I know? Ask her?”

He pointed at me. But I didn’t give an answer. I couldn’t get any air past my lips. Besides, I was too busy drooling and dying.

He rammed the baton hard and deep inside me. I hardly felt it. Then he bit down hard on a nipple. But I was so far gone that I barely flinched.

I finally lost my sense of vision. I couldn’t see anything anymore. And I couldn’t feel anything below my waist.

I heard the guys speaking to each other. But they sounded as though they were somewhere far away…

“Libby’s done. I can’t get a pulse now.”

“Katie’s almost gone too. When I ram my baton up inside her, she hardly flinches. How’s Darlina?”

“I think I got a… no, wait. It’s gone. No pulse.”

“Damn! Well, this sure was entertaining as hell. Which one do you think was the best?”

“Well, the company slut was good. And Darlina put on one hell of a show. But Katie was just as animated. Hell, I think she got off on it more than the others.”

“I think you’re right. Katie gets my vote too. I know she climaxed several times. Anyway, we’ll leave ‘em up for an hour before we take ‘em down. Then we’ll leave ‘em on the floor for the cleaning crew to deal with.”

I didn’t hear or feel anything else after that…

After the appointed hour, we all ended up in a pile on the floor. At least Burt was thoughtful enough to leave his baton rammed up my cunt.

2023 (written for Twiddle Oct 21 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by the images made for him by Gallows Girl Amy.)

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