Patreon and Final Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on September 26, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming October rewards

Teri 5.0 ch 3, another peril in the holodeck setting.
The aqua-slut offers a special service at the Aqua club.
A follow-up to Synchro Tryout, illustrated by JustPaul.
Taylor’s followers, inspired by the cult of celebrity or the immaturity of youth?
3 in the pool part 6 continues Melissa’s come-uppance leading up to the CSI investigation after the event.
Girl’s night out gets to the main event, the mass hangings.
Shelly in Cancun 6 involves our protagonist diving on the wreck with Andria and their two new friends.
The Bogs of Dartmoor, not a place to hang out by oneself when ghosts are about.
She’s mom’s favorite, which does not bode well for her when her sisters take action.

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

By now you may have heard the UWF Download Store is closing. That means all the little satellite stores inside will be affected and will be closing their “doors”. Some have products at clips4sale, but some will simply close. This will have the effect of closing my store Riwas Reads effective the end of September. I’ve been scrambling to upload older bundles to make them available to you. Downloads you have purchased will still be accessible for one more month. But no more payments will be processed starting October 1. And since the store is located overseas, you may want to make those final purchases before 4 PM West Coast time.

I am appreciative to have had this opportunity to supplement my income through the store while providing you with additional reading material. Thus, I have marked down as many stories/bundles as possible as my way of saying thank you to all those who have made purchases. I still have a few old bundles I’m considering putting up in case you missed something or want something. I will leave up my posts in the library concerning old bundles for now in case you are interested in picking up an old bundle. Perhaps we can make another arrangement to conduct the transaction after October. Meanwhile, take this opportunity to visit the other stores if you are interested.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I hope you enjoy the fall season and the colors of the changing leaves. It’s getting pretty around here.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Recent uploads (Note: Final upload bundle alerts may not be posted, so check back daily. Sorry about the lack of direct links this time. There were just too many to provide. Recent uploads can be found toward the top of the Main Downloads Page.)

JQpublic’s Bundle 1 (reactivated 9-19-20)

12081 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of reposted stories written for JQpublic. My thanks to JustPaul for the illustrations.

Wrong Place for a Swim – Cristina has this strange bucket list of pulling crazy stunts. This time she is taking a tour of an aquarium with her mother and sister when she spies an empty tank and decides to go for a little swim. (13 pages; 10renders)

Shower Nightmare – Kaitlin awakens from a bad dream and decides to masturbate in the shower to release a little tension before she goes back to bed. But what will happen when her lover Elizabeth joins her for some hot and heavy action. Will her nightmare come true? (10 pages)

Pool inebriation – Heather decides to leave her boring and stressful home life behind for a night out. At a bar she meets a man who tells her he has a backyard pool. In her tipsy condition she goes home with him, vowing to show him everything she can do underwater that she used to do for an old boyfriend. (8 pages)

Alien Abduction (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-19-20)

22446 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another reposted 4 chapters of the My Visit to the Club saga. Included is a brand new story inspired by a render from JustPaul.

Alien Abduction – Kizzy and Vivian are sisters who enjoy scuba diving. One afternoon they embark on a little outing, only to come across a strange craft lying on the bottom of the ocean in about 60 feet of water. But when they dive down to investigate, they get much more than either of them bargained for. (9 pages)

My visit to the Club 25-28 – Alison helps me lure my original date Evelyn to the Entertainment stage. Evelyn thinks it’s a fucking game with her head in the guillotine. But she learns too late we have set her up to lose her head.

We go back to the room where the twins are waiting. We give Alyssa a little taste of the noose while she is fucked. Then we bring her out to the Entertainment stage where she sees Evelyn’s body right where we asked it to remain.

Alison wants to fry her so she gets the electric chair. Afterwards, Sean makes a proposition with me that involves Alison. Then it is time to go retrieve the other twin for her turn on the Entertainment stage. (33 pages)

Emma bundle 1 (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-19-20)

13974 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. I’m reposting two older Emma stories. Included is my latest work on the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. My thanks to JustPaul for the poser illustration.

Steamer-trunk Emma – Emma gets caught trying on her female employer’s old wetsuit at a house she cleans weekly. So the Merry Widow (as she refers to her) decides to get rid of the wetsuit, the steamer trunk it was originally in, and one nosy cleaning lady all in one fell swoop. (10 pages)

Two-for-one – Vanessa tries to help another woman get incriminating information about a guy she is living with. But when the other woman is captured, she fears her role in the matter might be discovered, so she does nothing to help poor Emma. What Nessa doesn’t know is that Jim already suspects her involvement and is prepared to take care of two birds with one boat trip out on the lake. (7 pages)

Teen Obsession 10 – It’s time for Lauren’s mother to put on her special “dance” for the football team. But what will happen to Lauren when it is all over? Will she get to “dance” as well? Or will Harris keep his promise to her mother? (7 pages)

A pleasant little diversion (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-19-20)

19037 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposting of an older story written for JustPaul using a few of his illustrations. Included is a new chapter to the Teen Obsession Club series.

A pleasant little diversion – As Mark dives on a wreck for the police department, his girlfriend Britney gets the idea to swim down and get his attention for a little underwater hanky-panky. She takes some ankle shackles for a little extra bondage play, but forgets the keys back on the boat. Mark has to go back to fetch them while leaving Britney with a regulator in her mouth attached to a precariously balanced scuba tank. (25 pages; 6 renders)

Teen Obsession 9 – Lauren and her mother entertain all the seniors of the high school football team. But Lauren’s mom leads them into a private room for some erotic play that might very well include some erotic risks for her daughter. (7 pages)

Aztec Queen III (plus Club Story) (reactivated 9-20-20)

10156 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted continuation of the Aztec Queen saga plus the dramatic conclusion to the Club story “Teen Obsession”. Cover illustration by JustPaul.

Aztec Queen III – After the assassination attempt in the river, the queen becomes suspicious of everyone around her including her handmaiden. They soon end up having it out in the bathing pool. Is her handmaiden part of a conspiracy? Is Queen Quetzal about to meet her downfall? Or is Atl about to fall prey to the queen’s paranoia? (9 pages)

Teen Obsession 11 – The conclusion to this Club saga finds Lauren’s father having just joined her in the same room in which her mother recently finished “dancing” her final performance for the football players. Sadness at her mother’s passing quickly gives way to fantasies of putting on her own private show for her father. Will he resist her desires? Or will he grant his daughter’s greatest fantasy? (9 pages)

Aztec Queen IV (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

12808 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted new chapter to the Aztec Queen saga plus two more chapters to the Kane’s Vendetta story.

The Aztec Queen IV – Once again the queen is attacked by a warrior in her bathing chamber. Afterwards it’s back in the river to relieve her sexual tension. But will a maiden suffer for her perverse sexual pleasures? And will Atl’s displeasure in the loss of the maiden result in her taking it out on her queen back in the bathing pool? Three underwater scenes for your reading pleasure. (12 pages)

Kane’s Vendetta 4&5 – Back at the radio station that serves as a front, Edy has yet to learn of the seriousness of the attacks on the agency. More agents are attacked as bullets fly, and a dear friend is endangered by the wicked use of a noose. Donna is finally contacted, a key figure in all of this. But will she be able to fly back to Hawaii in time to help her friends? Two chapters are included to double your reading enjoyment. (12 pages)

Aztec Queen V (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

15941 words – $4.40

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two reposted chapters in a continuation of a couple of exciting new series. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Aztec Queen V – Yaotl is determined to do whatever is necessary to get close to the Queen regardless of the possible cost to his life. Meanwhile Atl is punished out in the river using the object of pleasure. The Healer encounters a new maiden in the river after dark who shows him some of her “skills” in the water, giving us our first introduction to Citlalli. Then it is time for the execution of the plotters to the palace coup in the freshly completed outdoor pool. Afterwards the Queen gets to enjoy a private execution in her recently renovated bathing pool. (15 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 2 – Paris arranges a sex party at the fraternity the night before. Then it is off to the Club where Andy from the fraternity gets things started with a beheading by axe up onstage. From there Paris meets with her high school physics professor to teach his wife a lesson in one of the private rooms with an electric chair. (15 pages)

Big Bundle (reactivated 9-20-20)

19017 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted quartet of stories. Marked down to $1 per story.

Escape Artist-Nightmare – Stacy is an aspiring escape artist spending time practicing in her pool. But what happens when her practices invade her dreams? (6 pages)

Boobie Trap-Heather – Heather is sent to retrieve some important documents for her boss, only to discover he keeps them in a chest at the bottom of a pool for safe-keeping. It’s a difficult task made more challenging when the cover won’t open all the way. Heather’s job is on the line, and she must make the swim down to the bottom of the pool to open the chest and retrieve the documents. (6 pages)

Ladyk*ller – Stacy and Robin discover a submerged houseboat with an interesting name during a party with friends on Lake Havasu. Stacy gets snagged by some fishing line while taking underwater pictures for her Facebook page. Will the houseboat’s name become prophetic? (10 pages)

New Year’s Eve Sexual Ball (1) – A couple with relationship issues decide to attend a very unique ball being held on New Year’s Eve. It promises to be a crazy sexual evening, something the boyfriend hopes will allow his girlfriend to get her wild ways out of her system. But the boyfriend is about to discover there is more to this ball than meets the eye. (11 pages)

Bloodlust (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-20-20)

25244 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted stories where the males don’t fare so well.

Bloodlust – Melissa picks up Mica along the side of the road, supposedly saving her from a life with a bad boyfriend. They go to a pool where they begin to get frisky with each other. But over in the corner a horny young man is watching while jacking off. They can’t just let that pass, although he certainly has a nice looking cock. So the ladies decide to have a little fun with him. But the ending isn’t so pretty when Mica discovers the true character of the woman who offered her the ride. (37 pages in 5 parts)

Drowning the diver – The story of a wetsuited male diver captured and sexually mistreated before his demise in the pool. (6 pages)

Big Bundle 2 (reactivated 9-21-20)

12512 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted quartet of stories reduced to $1 per story.

Catfight Interrupted – Brandi comes back home after a few days with another lover and discovers the locks have all been changed. She also discovers her husband has taken on a new lover during her absence. A confrontation ensues in the backyard and moves into the pool. The husband comes home and decides to trap both wife and lover under the cover as a way to get rid of two problems in one shot. (7 pages)

Gully washer – Two sisters are on their way to the Wyoming territory when their stagecoach is stopped at a river crossing due to high water. An impatient passenger, a snobby merchant anxious to get her products back to Cheyenne, urges the driver to cross despite his reluctance.  He takes the team across only for it to get stuck in the bottom in ever-rising water. The passengers are urged to bail out, but Meredith’s sister Sara is hung up inside. Meredith fights to save her sister as the coach begins to slide downstream. (7 pages)

This one is personal – The story of what happens when a woman is hit by a teen who is texting while driving and uses her job as scuba assassin to get her revenge. (5 pages)

Searching for her ring – Miley goes for a swim in the lake out back where she loses a precious piece of jewelry. She retrieves a scuba tank and goes searching for it, only to get her foot wedged in some rocks as her tank runs low on air. Will she get free? Or will her carelessness cost her dearly? (5 pages)

Island 31-34 (9-21-20)

17039 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next 4 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 31 – Rose is unlucky enough to have her name drawn for the lottery. She has already expressed her last request to Annette should her name be drawn. The whole process takes on an air of dominant and submissive. (9 pages)

Ch 32 – The staff and inmates go on a cruise to celebrate life after the lottery. Another elimination contest is planned, causing the inmates to spend their time breath-holding. Karla is punished by being confined to her cabin. (12 pages)

Ch 33 – There is more sexually erotic breath-hold practicing. (7 pages)

Ch 34 – The elimination contest is scheduled to take place on the cruise ship at sundown. There is a preparatory dunking designed to get Christina, Karla, Helen and Tamika ready for breath-holding. (6 pages)

Island 35-37 (9-21-20)

15918 words – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next 3 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 35 – Who will survive the contest on the cruise ship? How will the loss affect the staff of the island? (10 pages)

Ch 36 – Back on the island Karla decides to seduce Ron. She also gets some scuba training out of him on the off-chance the next contest could involve scuba gear. (10 pages)

Ch 37 – Karla continues spinning her web of seduction with Ron. Even Christina is working in the pool with Maggie using the scuba regulator. (11 pages)

Island 38-41 (9-21-20)

18685 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the last 4 island chapters reduced to $1 per story as my way of saying thank you.

Ch 38 – Ron gives Karla a special underwater “tutorial”. (10 pages)

Ch 39 – The last contest is scheduled for the dolphin tank. The remaining inmates are trapped inside a submerged cage for 20 minutes with only a single air hose from an attached scuba tank to give them the air they will need to survive. (7 pages)

Ch 40 – It’s a major battle when both inmates fight over the single dangling air hose. (9 pages)

Ch 41 – Christina finds herself on the losing end as time runs down. Will they use up all the air in the scuba tank secured to the top of the cage before their time underwater is up? (11 pages)

Emma’s Hot Tub peril (plus Club Story) (reactivated 9-22-20)

16682 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted wet story featuring Emma along with a “dry” club tale.

Emma’s Hot Tub Peril – Emma goes to the home of a man she met at the bar to enjoy both him and his pool. But when his girlfriend shows up unexpectedly, she tries to hide in the water and must hold her breath. That doesn’t work, and she soon finds herself at the mercy of a cruel, sadistic bitch who seems intent on drowning her. Things take an ominous turn when Emma is cuffed inside the drained hot tub before the water is turned on and it starts to fill. (16 pages)

I should have known better – A married woman decides to go to the Club to satisfy her curiosity. A married gentleman picks her up out in line and takes her inside, a man who appears to be one of the regulars. He shows her around before taking her into a private room where more than just sex takes place. It soon becomes evident his intentions are not so gentlemanly. (13 pages)

Ghost in the water (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-22-20)

12251 words – $4.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story written for JQPublic plus a bonus Club story.

Ghost in the water – A young couple spends some quality time alone in a nice house with a specially built pool and Jacuzzi tub room attached by an underwater tunnel. But the couple is blissfully unaware of the recent history of the house, specifically the pool. It’s a history that will not be ignored, as it seems to penetrate the young lady’s very dreams.

She awakens in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare and heads out to the pool for a swim, soon to be joined by her boyfriend. But things take an ominous turn as she keeps hearing voices. Then the pool cover closes on them both, and the young couple find themselves trapped. Is there a ghost in the water that wants them to drown? (16 pages)

Teen Obsession 8 – A continuation of the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. If you’ve been following so far then you know this is the chapter where Frieda and Junee get their comeuppance wearing nooses. (8 pages)

Disposing of last year’s models (and club tale) (reactivated 9-22-20)

22224 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story I wrote back in 2012, including a few picture illustrations found on the Internet. Included is a bonus Club story.

Disposing of last year’s models – It is time to make room for this year’s models. Of course that means disposing of last year’s models. And what better place to have fun disposing of them than in one’s very own swimming pool. (27 pages; 20 picture illustrations)

Emma’s visit to the Club – Emma and Dottie wish to go to the Club to witness what promises to be an exciting night up on the Entertainment stage. But finances fall through and they can’t afford to get through the front door. Now the only way to get into the Club is the risky proposition of joining as attendants. (20 pages in 5 chapters)

Daddy Issues (plus Club story) (reactivated 9-26-20)

13460 words – $4.60

Reposted from the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard.

Daddy Issues – While swimming in the apartment complex pool over the Labor Day weekend he meets a very unusual young woman. She’s extremely playful and enjoys seducing older men. She also seems to have this particular kink when it comes to bubbling her breath away at the bottom of a pool. But what will happen when her mother shows up? (17 pages)

Teen Obsession 7 – A continuation of the Teen Obsession series taking place at the Club. What’s going to happen to Lauren and her mother now? (6 pages)

Can’t swim in a wetsuit (plus club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

29856 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted wet/dry combo featuring Emma in the lead story. Included are 6 chapters to a club story.

Can’t swim in a Wetsuit – puts Emma in her wetsuit. In this installment she doesn’t know how to swim. Jess wants to swim her out to the dock in a lake. But Emma is understandably leery. Wearing that wetsuit might turn out to be a bad idea on such a nice, warm day. And what if Jess “accidentally” loses her grip on her roommate… again and again? (10 pages)

Teen Obsession 1-6 – Lauren and Kira become obsessed over the Club. Kira goes and disappears. Another classmate named Cybil teases Lauren about it. So they attend the club together with the idea of Cybil finding a way to pop Lauren’s sensor. Then Lauren discovers her mom is there in another sex room. (39 pages)

In over her head (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

16017 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of stories indicating how they got in over their head. Included is the next chapter to the Sorority night at the Club.

In over her head – a cautionary three-stories-in-one bundle about how certain decisions we make can lead to unpleasant consequences. In “The Storm” Amanda makes a few wrong decisions while going solo in her sailboat, resulting in sending her over the side in a dangerous set of events. In the next one Sara finds herself “In the Trunk”, snatched by her boyfriend who crashes the car into the lake in a life-threatening situation. Then Louise tells her lover Ann she is leaving their underwater “Escape Act” as well as their relationship, choosing the wrong time to make that declaration when she’ll be trying to escape hanging upside down in a cylinder of water. (14 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 3 – Paris witnesses one of the pledges riding the impalement cross on the Entertainment stage. After spending some time in a sex room, it is back to the Entertainment stage where two pledges face off in the guillotines over some less than satisfactory performances in the sex rooms. Afterwards Paris meets her high school English teacher who is arranging for her own little retirement party, to be completed with a noose around her neck. (15 pages)

An open minded wife (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-26-20)

16652 words – $4.80

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted pair of new stories, including the exciting finish to the Sorority night at the Club series.

An open minded wife – He visits a couple while he is in town on business. He’s invited to soak in their hot tub where things take an arousing turn. Plenty of oral, some bisexual play, and a very open minded breath-holding wife make for quite an erotic encounter. (12 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 5 – The conclusion to this tale finds Paris heading to a room with her mom, an old classmate of her moms, and the Head Master of the fraternity. She soon finds herself in a noose servicing a lot of frat boys as her father makes an appearance. Then another pledge named Tyra is brought in to handle the load when she becomes exhausted. Once more they are summoned to the Entertainment stage after they are finished. (21 pages)

Cougars in a blizzard (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-28-20)

26387 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of reposted stories, including four more chapters to the saga My Visit to the Club.

Cougars in a blizzard – Jolene and her friend Audrey are holed up at a motel in a blizzard when she encounters her neighbor’s son in the motel pool. Apparently he had to hole up for the night on a drive from college to visit his mother. But the ladies are horny, and an attractive young male in the motel pool looks good enough to double-team in the water. (8 pages)

My visit to the Club 17-20 – After Alison is banged, she and I are taken to the Entertainment stage where the guillotines are already in use. Two sisters are playing guillotine roulette with unexpected consequences. Afterwards it is Alison’s turn to have her head in the lunette, only to be joined by another female who wants to take the risk just for the sexual thrill.

Afterwards, I make the twins clean Alison up using their tongues as she and I discuss what to do with them next. Then Walter and Lucille, the card dealer, return. Lucille must go up onstage, so they agree it will be the gallows for her as she wants to please him one last time while she’s in the noose. (38 pages)

A trio of stories (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 9-28-20)

29121 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes some reposted stories: a trio of women in dangerous underwater situations plus the next four chapters to the My Visit to the Club saga for a total of 7 stories/chapters.

A trio of stories – includes the following…

Her last Service Call – Laura gets her hand stuck in a pool drain during a pool service call.

Canceling the Date – Debbie cancels Pam’s date with a boy she likes by “canceling” Pam.

Terminated – Laura offers to “terminate” an employee in her father’s business. (13 pages)

My visit to the Club 29-32 – The remaining twin rides the impalement cross. Afterwards, Alison wants to stick around even though I am concerned about her safety. She ends up in Mistress Chastity’s private playroom along with another volunteer where I watch and participate. After some erotic disciplinary play directed toward our two playmates, Chastity takes me on a tour of the facilities, showing me sights I had never imagined. (40 pages)

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Wendy likes the pulley 3.3 (7)

Posted on September 24, 2020 by riwa

If I had to choose my favorite I’d say I like the pulley most of all. I love the way my ankles are tied together. And I love how a single pull jerks me underwater, forcing me to hold my breath.

The guys wanted to shoot a pulley scene, and naturally I obliged. I just love the looks on their faces when I’m pulled under. And I love seeing the bulges in their swim trunks. It’s a real turn-on.

This time I decide I would really be naughty. So I wore white lingerie for the photo shoot. It’s sheer enough to show off some of my best features while allowing me to be just a little discreet. It really gets those male hearts pumping.

When I was ready I jumped into the deep end, soaking my lingerie in one fell swoop. The pulley operator dutifully pulled me all the way to the bottom. That’s when I started my show.

I posed, danced and gyrated, releasing a few bubbles here and there. I blew kisses while mouthing at the guys on the bottom with their cameras… “Come on and drown me. Don’t you want to drown me? You know you want to drown me!”

The rope eased and I was allowed to swim up for a breath. He let me get a good one before I felt a warning tug. I took a deep breath right before he pulled me back down.

I went all the way to the bottom, allowing bubbles to slip out past my lips. Then I started posing some more while the guys on the bottom took their pictures. They had hoses and regulators; I just had the air in my lungs.

I’m not sure how long he kept me down there before he gave me slack in the rope. When I came up I was gasping for breath pretty good. Then he gave a tug on the rope, jerking me back down.

You have no idea what that does to me, gasping for breath and then being yanked back under. It gives me an erotic thrill as I try to hold my breath. And I could tell by all those bulges how much the guys were loving it.

Once more I wriggled, gyrated and posed, mouthing to those cameras if they wanted to drown me. I could tell by the look in their eyes behind those dive masks just how much they were thinking about it. It was such a turn-on making them horny down there at the bottom of the pool.

This time it felt like I was kept down even longer. I didn’t want to motion I was out of air as I didn’t want to look panicked. But my lungs were starting to heave pretty good.

He must have noticed all that air coming up because he gave me slack in the rope. I swam up and gasped mightily for breath. But the bloody wanker pulled me right back down!

I felt an erotic jolt, knowing I hadn’t gotten a good breath and couldn’t stay down for long. My poses and gyrations showed my anxiety. Then I got the slack I needed.

I shot up and gasped for breath, only to be dragged right back down. That didn’t satisfy my lungs at all! I couldn’t keep the anxiety out of my eyes as I began to get concerned.

The guys all snapped their pictures as I began to get a little worried. Once more I got the slack I needed. And once more I got jerked right back down after gasping that single breath up at the surface.

I could feel a surge of erotic panic as my lungs heaved. I hadn’t been given a chance at all to catch my breath. My nipples were hard and I could feel how fearfully aroused I’d become. This shoot wasn’t quite going to plan.

I felt it in my lungs, and I looked up toward the surface. But this time there was no slack in the rope. My chest heaved, causing me to make the slashing motion across my throat. This time I really needed air, and I wanted to be left at the surface for a while to compose myself.

I got the slack so I shot upward, pulling hard with my arms. I lost a big burst of air as I headed up. But the rope jerked on my ankles before I could get my head out of water!

Back down I went, feeling scared and out of breath. All the guys were smiling at me as they kept taking pictures. I motioned again… “Bloody hell, let me up! I’m out of breath!”

Once more I felt slack in the rope. I shot up, desperate to reach the surface. But again he pulled on the rope before I could get my head out of the water.

I was in full panic mode as he pulled me back down. The guys all looked excited and horny. Couldn’t they tell I was out of breath??

I screamed, “BLOODY HELL, DON’T DROWN ME!” One of them mouthed back, “But you told us to drown you!”

“BLOODY HELL; I WAS JUST POSING!”

I gurgled as I lost a burst of air. My hand covered my mouth as my lungs really started to heave. I shook my head in panic, hoping they would let me up at the last minute. Then I swallowed water.

I gulped, lost another burst of air… gulped again. Then I got water down my windpipe. Instantly I went into wild convulsions, my body hitching and jerking as though I was trying to vomit up lunch.

The guys really started taking pictures then. I could see tents in several sets of trunks. What the hell were they doing??

I hitched and jerked, spasming and convulsing as I lost the last of my air. I waved at the surface in panic, but it did me no good. Then I settled down as my body swayed around while being tethered to the pulley at the bottom.

The guys all came up to me so they could take their close-ups. They touched me all over, noting how hard my nipples had become. In my panic I had an orgasm as my body responded. Then my vision failed me as I hung tethered to the bottom on that pulley.

Uh… maybe the pulley isn’t my favorite after all……..

(Dec 4 ’17)

(Inspired by Wendy and her pulley picture poses.)

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Riwas Reads updates – Store closing 3.8 (4)

Posted on September 18, 2020 by riwa

The UWF download store will be closing the end of this month. I appreciate all those who have visited my little corner of the world there and made purchases from my store. Thus, I am reposting some older bundles I took down and haven’t yet put back up until now. I also put up a new story using JustPaul illustrations. Watch for more uploads and upcoming sale prices.

Many bundles are being reduced as my way of saying thanks for your patronage. All Shelly stories/bundles and all Dear Diary stories/bundles are now on sale for $4.00 each through the closing of the store.

Make sure you take the opportunity to visit other stores before they close. All stores under the UWF Download umbrella will close the end of September.

Recent uploads

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 29-30 (9-10-20)

18570 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a pair of long, older series recently edited, the Island of Condemned Inmates and the conclusion to Jaime visiting the Club.

Island 29-30 – Staffers prepare for the lottery. Maggie thinks her time may be up and spends some quality alone-time with Christina. At the lottery things go upside down for Karla when her plans for escape are foiled by the drawing of the name of the inmate who was going to help her. (14 pages)

Jaime 34-35 – Lydia fetches a special suit for Jaime to wear which increases her sensations of intense discomfort. When John goes off for a bite to eat, Lydia talks to her sister about what the future holds. John later returns to spend some intimate moments with his wife. But how will her evening end? (21 pages)

Twilight Zone – Jessica (9-10-20)

18613 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a longer, older story recently edited.

Jessica tries to rescue four teens who ran off the road into a lake. She’s able to get three of them out of the vehicle. But something bad happens and she awakens in a strange room where a man in a white smock has this preposterous notion she did not survive the incident.

She does not believe him and leaves under her own power. But she continues to face perilous situations underwater, including a struggle with a net as well as a plane crash in the sea. Poor Jessica may have unwittingly found herself in… The Twilight Zone. (5 chapters; 40 pages)

Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge 2 (9-17-20)

6323 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story illustrated by JustPaul.

Lydia talks her friend Ava into going back down to the bottom of the Deep Solo tank. They end up putting on a show for some visitors. Ava is teased underwater with a toy before she’s allowed to cum. So she turns the tables on Lydia by using her thong bottoms to secure her arms behind her back for a special breath-holding show at 60 feet. (19 pages; 13 renders)

Psycho Lifeguard (reactivated 9-17-20)

7225 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by a JustPaul idea and illustrated by his wonderful renders.

Late one night Patricia and Jeremy decide to sneak in a swim at the pool where Patricia works. The problem is: they are both seeing Janice who is the head lifeguard at the pool and who is also using each one for her own sexual thrills. They both want to break up with her and be with each other instead. But Janice is one psycho bitch, an extremely difficult person to try to break up with.

You know where this is going, right? They’re going to get caught… and there’s going to be hell to pay… (21 pages; 17 renders)

The Aztec Queen II (reactivated 9-17-20)

7776 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted second chapter to a story inspired by JustPaul’s animated clip The Aztec Queen. Thanks to him for the additional illustrations.

The queen of the Aztecs continues to hunt for the sexual release she craves that requires her to be underwater to achieve it. How many warriors will she go through to obtain it, and how many of her harem girls must make the ultimate sacrifice? Will the healer reach the point where it is time to intervene before the queen’s madness affects the whole tribe? (22 pages; 17 renders)

Jane Bond meets Drwnella (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-17-20)

15916 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new reposted story generously illustrated by JustPaul. Included is an older reposted bonus tale also illustrated by JustPaul.

Jane Bond meets Drownella – People have been disappearing along a certain section of the coast. Jane Bond gets sent to investigate when a fellow agent fails to report in. But her first encounter with the subject of their surveillance might come at a pretty high price. (45 pics; 46 pages)

Emma at Skull Cave – Emma dons her black wetsuit and scuba gear and goes off looking for her sister Serena who has disappeared inside the very dangerous Skull Cave. She has no idea there is a creature waiting for her once she gets inside. (14 pics; 14 pages)

Block Party Bundle (reactivated 9-17-20)

14493 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by pictures from the old Aqua Fantasies as well as a sequel inspired by those pictures.

Block Party – Lynn suspects her husband Tom of having an affair and goes to investigate. But she is intercepted by Tom’s mistress who has a little surprise planned for her: her very own ‘Block Party’. (35 pages; 45 pictures)

Block Party Aftermath – Lynn’s best friend Gwen comes into town suspecting there is more to the story than just a tragic accident. So she gets close to both Tom and Natalie in order to get them to confide in her what they know about that day. When she learns the awful truth she plans her revenge with Tom against Natalie. (18 pages)

Men underwater bundle (reactivated 9-17-20)

24476 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of reposted tales. If you like your men wet and wild underwater, this bundle is for you.

Late Night Pool bondage – The complete story of the night he was alone in the pool after midnight when another male came down to the pool, found him with his handcuff gear and asked if he would like to tie a guy up for real and enjoy having his way with him. (26 pages)

My first scuba experience – Some guys practicing scuba in a pool lure him over to try it out, only to do a little groping with his privates. They hold onto him and leave him breathless until he becomes concerned they might keep him submerged too long. (8 pages)

Perry’s Predicament – Perry decides to go freediving at the reef, hoping those scuba babes he once saw there might return so he can seduce one or both of them. But when they show up, he gets more than he bargained for. (11 pages)

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Tamanna hangs for charity 4.4 (35)

Posted on September 18, 2020 by riwa

The auditorium grew quiet as two robed ladies solemnly escorted Tamanna up the steps. My breath caught in my throat at her beauty. She was stunning. So why was she doing this?

She smiled as she was escorted over to me. Then her escorts bowed before turning and walking away. The Indian goddess smiled as she waited patiently.

I took a length of rope and turned her around. Then I bound her wrists behind her back. She smiled bravely at the spectators who murmured quietly amongst themselves.

When I finished I gave a tug to assure she was secure. Then I turned her to face me, looking solemnly at her yet not wanting to speak. She saw the question in my eyes and nodded she was ready.

There was a gasp from the crowd as I brought the noose down. I looped it carefully around her throat. Then I snugged it behind her right ear.

I slowly took out the slack until her head tipped to one side as she was forced to shuffle around on her toes. She gasped before giving me an anxious look. That is when I could not help but speak.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded.

“This charity is important to me. The auditorium is full; the people have paid well. My only concern is that it will happen far too quickly.”

“I have chosen a thicker noose for your dance. I assure you, you will last longer. Do not jerk your knees upward as it will cause the noose to tighten quicker.”

She nodded with understanding before smiling with a sigh. Then I prepared to lift her up into the air. She stopped me with a single word…”Wait.”

I paused as she looked at me. Then she gave me a wry smile. “My humiliation must be complete. After all, they have paid well.”

I nodded with understanding. Then I turned her to face the crowd. Slowly and deliberately I pulled the straps to her top down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.

There was an appreciative gasp from the crowd. Then I pulled down her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath.

I rubbed her breasts, proving to the audience she was not wearing any kind of flesh-colored body stocking. She whimpered as her nipples became swollen. Then I reached down and fingered her slit.

She writhed and whimpered as the audience murmured again. Then I grabbed the rope and pulled. Tamanna was lifted up into the air.

I quickly secured the rope to a nearby cleat. Then I stepped back to watch. Several members of the audience stood up from where they were seated as though that might improve the view.

Tamanna began to kick, her feet searching for the floor. Her face took on a grimace of agony. Then she rasped for breath as more of the audience rose to their feet.

Her top hung down over her stomach, hung up by her wrists secured behind her back. Her skirt loosened enough to fall onto the floor. Her pussy became swollen, an angry red color.

She gurgled as she kicked a little harder. It looked as though she was trying to dance. But the rope seldom grants much reason when blood to the brain is restricted.

Her gyrations became more desperate, her body wanting the flow of air to her lungs to be properly returned. Her hands began to jerk behind her back as she swung back and forth. She began to twist in place as she fought the noose.

She came within sight of my face, the anxiety evident in her features. I gave her a nod and a reassuring smile to let her know it was a good effort. A part of her seemed to understand.

She relaxed somewhat and hung with less animation. Her legs kicked more evenly, she was back to her dance. But the restriction of air to her lungs made her become desperate again.

She began to fight the noose in earnest. This proved to be the best part of her dance. She kicked and pedaled, struggling to get air down her constricted throat.

Despite my warning she gave the audience what they wanted most as her knees jerked upward, causing the noose to tighten ominously. Her pussy flared before she squirted her arousal. My cock stiffened in my trousers at the sight of it.

Her dance became desperate. Once again she twisted until our eyes met. This time she was pleading, although I could not tell if she was pleading to be taken down or wanting to know if her death was proving satisfactory.

Her rasps for breath were silenced as she fought the noose. One last jerk with her knees doomed her. Then all struggles ceased as she quietly swung back and forth.

The audience was deadly silent as her bladder gave way. Many in the front rows heard the splatter. Then they stood up and began to cheer.

Tamanna swung back and forth as the applause grew louder. Then it reached a crescendo. I thought I saw a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, although I may have misinterpreted. Maybe she was simply grateful her suffering was nearing an end as her neck lengthened. Then she was reduced to muscle twitches as her face sagged tiredly in death to thunderous applause as befitting a great Indian actress being worshipped in her final moments by an appreciative, paying fan base for a charity so very important to her.

2018 (written Jul 14 ’18 by riwa for ramharraja2001. Inspired by his picture manipulation.)

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Because… 2.5 (4)

Posted on September 12, 2020 by riwa

Note: I’ve sometimes thought about the chain of events it takes for something bad to happen to someone. This is/was my take on a story involving a chain events leading to disaster (including the topic I frequently like to write about).

Because they needed a second vehicle, Todd went out and bought a used car for himself so that his wife wouldn’t have to drive him to work all the time. It was cheap enough for their budget, but it needed some brake work.

Because their credit cards were maxed out and money was tight, Todd kept adding brake fluid to his car rather than taking it in to the shop and having the leaking brake lines and worn pads repaired.

Because his wife was a worry-wart, he didn’t tell her about the brake, other than to say that his vehicle had little quirks that he knew how to deal with.

Because Connie trusted her husband, she never pressed him any further about his car’s quirks, figuring he knew more about vehicles than she did.

Because traffic was a nightmare the night before, and they had to be at a friend’s party within the hour, Todd decided not to pull in to the service station and fill up his nearly empty gas tank.

Because they were up all night at the party, Todd woke up late for work.

Because he was running behind and his fuel tank was empty, he borrowed his wife’s car and left her a note that read… “out of gas… took your car… please fill my tank… watch the brakes…”

And because she had no idea how bad the brakes were in her husband’s car, she took it out for a drive that day…

…and never came home…

—–

It was her first time behind the wheel of her husband’s car.

‘Not bad,’ Connie thought as she headed up to the lake for a short sight-seeing excursion after pausing to put a few dollars of gas into the tank. ‘The brakes seem a little mushy though. I wonder if that’s one of the quirks Todd was talking about. He really should get them looked into. I don’t want anything happening to my husband.’

She stepped on the gas and powered through the curves of the winding road, enjoying the vehicle’s horsepower. She understood why he’d decided to buy the car. It was fun to drive.

She remembered the pullout with the boat launch was up ahead. She had always liked that place with its scenic view and little picnic area. She decided she’d pull off there and stretch her legs.

Connie saw the convenience store she usually frequented whenever she came up here. But this time she decided to motor on by, choosing instead to stop in on her way back for a soda and snacks. This way she wouldn’t be tempted to pull in and spend even more money on a picnic lunch.

Because she chose not to stop on her way through, she missed her opportunity for the attendant to notice what would have been a growing puddle of brake fluid on the ground under her engine and warn her about it.

Because she drove on by, she missed her last opportunity to pull over and bring the car to a complete stop with what brakes she had left.

Connie topped the hill and began the long winding descent toward her destination. She eased her foot off the gas and used the brakes to decrease her speed. But she misjudged a corner and had to brake harder than she intended.

Because she had to stomp on the brakes, she lost most of what little brake fluid she had left.

Her heart beat fast as she eased off the gas. ‘I’d better slow down a little,’ she thought. ‘These brakes are really getting mushy now. I’m telling Todd when he gets home. I wish he would’ve told me more about his car. But I guess he had to leave for work in a hurry.’

She took the next turn well enough. But the one after that required her to slow down again. So she put her foot on the brake.

The pedal went clear to the floor with no significant decrease in speed…

She looked down in alarm and pumped the brake pedal. The car slowed grudgingly, but only a little. Because she pumped the brakes to slow herself down, she pumped out the last of the brake fluid.

She felt her heartbeat increase as she eased down on the brake pedal for the next corner. It went clear to the floor without any decrease in her vehicle’s speed. She pumped it several times, but the car kept rolling along. In fact it felt like it was picking up speed as she went downhill.

She went through the corner and drifted over into the other lane. Fortunately for her there was no oncoming traffic. That’s when she realized her brakes were gone.

Fear swelled inside her as she considered her options, mainly… ‘Where can I get off without crashing and rolling over or running into oncoming traffic?’

She thought of the pullout looming ahead. As she recalled it should be right there once she took three more curves, based on where she thought she was at on the road at this very moment. If she could get there she might be able to get off the highway without hitting anybody.

She went around the next curve, swerving dangerously close to the guardrail that separated traffic from a quick drop down to the lake. The car held the road, but she heard a faint screech of tires.

She felt a lump in her throat as her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She swerved through another corner, praying she wouldn’t lose control and plow into the side of the hill. There was no one coming so she allowed the car to cross the dividing yellow lines. Then she swerved back onto her own side of the highway.

Yes! She recognized the landscape. One more curve to get through and then she’d be at the pullout. She only had a few more seconds to decide if she would pull off or take her chances farther down the main highway.

She entered the curve, hugging the center stripe as close as she could without driving into the other lane. She heard the squeal of tires as her rear-end started to slide toward the guard rail. But she kept sliding…

She heard tires squealing…

She was getting dangerously close…

Connie anxiously held her breath…

The rear wheels grabbed pavement at the last second. They pulled her out of her skid and propelled her forward, just missing the rail. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stared ahead toward the pullout.

Her eyes went wide in horror as she realized what she’d end up doing if she took it. She would roll off the highway onto the paved strip to her right. She would go right down an incline through the parking area. Then she would plow straight down the boat ramp into the lake.

She had a split second to decide to risk going on, hoping she didn’t blow right through the next curve which made a sharp left-hand turn. Even if she made it through that she would probably slam into the hill farther down the road and roll her vehicle. Worse yet, she might slam head on into a motorist coming up from the opposite direction.

Connie figured there were no other options. Sharply turning the steering wheel right now for any reason would simply cause the car to roll over and over. That too was out.

Because she couldn’t stand the thought of running head on into someone and risk killing another human being… and because she was a decent swimmer… Connie turned the wheel, left the highway and nearly flew down the incline toward the parking lot.

She scanned ahead, looking for cars or trucks with empty boat trailers… someone who might witness her speeding through. But there was no one in sight, no one to see her heading toward the lake at a high rate of speed.

“OH MY GOD…”

Her bumper slammed into pavement as the incline leveled off, causing the car to bounce up from the impact. Her body jerked forward and was caught by the seatbelt. The vehicle leveled out, blew through the empty lot’s marked parking lanes, and then became airborne as it soared straight out over the boat ramp that dropped sharply below her into the water. Connie screamed out her husband’s name in terror.

The car dipped down and hit the water with its front end, causing a massive wave of water to sweep up over the windshield. It plowed a furrow into the surface as momentum carried it further out into the lake. Then it settled with a gentle bouncing motion as it headed farther out into the water.

Connie gasped for breath, surprised to discover her seatbelt had kept her in place. She didn’t seem to be injured other than a bruise or two. Strangely, the airbag had not deployed. She didn’t know the previous owner had deactivated it and that her husband hadn’t bothered to turn it back on.

Water rapidly filled the front of the car as it poured in through the vents. Connie inhaled sharply as the cold liquid climbed up her legs and reached the bottom of her seat. Her mind kept telling her, “Gotta get out – gotta get out!”

She grabbed her seatbelt and yanked hard, rather than calmly hitting the release mechanism. Because she panicked, she jammed the release switch. The belt didn’t come loose.

Oh god – oh god – oh god…

She struggled with her belt as the water climbed higher inside the vehicle. It covered her thighs and climbed up her waist. ‘At least I’m still on the surface,’ she thought desperately, momentarily reassured by the sunlight streaming through the windows…

…which promptly turned a murky greenish-blue as the vehicle settled under the surface and began to sink rapidly toward the bottom.

She cried out in horror as water reached her chest. She gasped fearfully as she yanked harder on the seatbelt in her growing terror. Then she thought of the window…

“THE WINDOW! GOTTA OPEN THE WINDOW!”

She reached for the electronic switch and pushed on it. But it was too late. Because she’d waited too long in her panic, the electronics had gone out, making the windows inoperable.

She looked out through the windshield and watched as the lake darkened outside her vehicle. The water was up to her neck and rising fast. That’s when her mind screamed, “THE DOOR! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!”

She tugged on the handle and tried to push it open, even as the seatbelt dig into her stomach. The pressure hadn’t equalized yet between the inside of the car and the outside. She couldn’t force the door open.

Connie tried to cry out in growing horror. Water rose up past her mouth and nose before she could get a good breath. Instinctively she yanked on the seatbelt again before trying the release mechanism. But in her panic she had thoroughly jammed the damned thing.

She turned and pounded on the side window in primal panic. She screamed, air bursting out of her mouth in a torrent. As the front of the car touched the bottom of the lake, she took in a huge lungful of water.

Connie’s eyes snapped wide open in shock. She coughed… inhaled… coughed… gurgled. Then she began thrashing wildly in her seat as everything inside her screamed to get out of the car and get up to the surface.

Her head twisted back and forth as air spewed freely out of her mouth. She weakened, spasming painfully as water filled her lungs. She turned toward the driver’s side window and gurgled as she weakly pounded on the glass once more.

She hitched as her lungs forced out a flurry of bubbles. She looked up and opened her mouth to scream again. She spasmed once more before finally relaxing with a gurgle and a sigh as stray bubbles trickled out past her parted lips.

Because of the strange coincidences of life, there was no one on the highway at the time she entered the lake. Thus, no one saw her vehicle enter the water.

Because the vehicle had settled so far under the surface, no one could see the car sitting on the bottom through the murky water.

Because she and her vehicle disappeared so completely off the face of the earth, her husband went into a deep depression that took years to overcome before he was finally able to find another woman to love and marry.

And because some gadget-happy boating enthusiast was trying out his new sonar equipment, Connie’s car was finally located 11 years later with its occupant still belted into the driver’s seat…

2004 (written Aug 6 ’04 by riwa)

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A night to remember 1 4.4 (10)

Posted on September 6, 2020 by riwa

The poker game

I never expected it to end for the two women the way it did. But then I’m not always privy to everything that goes on within the walls of the Club. Some things I find out after the fact. Although I might be part owner, Mistress Chastity still pretty much runs the place… although I do think she’s grooming me for the day I’ll be running it by myself.

Carmen and Sophia, a businesswoman/Mistress and her secretary/submissive, had been in the Club on several occasions, most notably up onstage the night Aravanna lost her head. I did see them while I was snuffing little Lexi up in the drowning tank. But usually I noticed them at one of the gaming tables. Sophia would dutifully stand near her Mistress in her secretarial garb like a well-trained puppy.

The dark-haired Latina usually made it a point to verbalize what she was going to do to the French girl in no uncertain terms should she win or lose. Sophia always reacted with just the right amount of alarm. That was something I suspect Carmen relished… which was probably why she verbally abused her in the first place. Afterwards they would disappear into either a sex or snuff room.

Sometimes I went up to Chastity’s luxury box to look in on their playtime through our video monitoring system. Many times Mistress and I watched Carmen tie up her submissive and then pound the shit out of her cunt with a strap-on. More than once we watched as the dark-haired Latina deprived her submissive of air until the poor thing climaxed violently.

Both of them would usually end up orgasming over and over again until they wore each other out. Then they would clean up, get dressed and calmly step back into the casino for a bit more gambling before they left for the night. Their antics usually left Mistress terribly breathless and horribly aroused… which left me with the necessary task of helping get her off through some sort of sexual release that often involved me choking her to some extent.

Chastity often talked about what she would do to the two of them if she ever got her hands on them, especially the French girl. She lusted after them both, vowing that when she was done with them she would see to it their naked bodies would swing side by side. During those times she was like a woman possessed, begging me to fuck the daylights out of her while nearly strangling her to unconsciousness.

As much as she wanted them for a night of sexual gratification, I fully believed Carmen would never give her the chance. The proud Latina was confident, much too careful to allow herself to fall into Chastity’s sadistic clutches. I had absolutely no idea how wrong I was.

The evening was young that fateful night as I wandered around the Club. But for some reason I couldn’t find Mistress Chastity anywhere. Even Monique was missing, and I searched high and low for the two of them.

For a while I thought they were together down in Chastity’s playroom. Out of curiosity I went down to check. But they weren’t there either. It wasn’t until I asked one of the attendants that I learned they were both at a high-stakes poker game in one of our private rooms.

When I walked into the room she led me to, I could hear the game in progress. The room was larger than I expected, perhaps because there were a lot of people inside. Then I turned and focused my attention on the table near the opposite wall.

Chastity, Carmen and four males sat around the damned thing, my wife acting as dealer. Behind them in nice chairs sat five naked females, including Carmen’s Sophia. None of those women looked like they really wanted to be there. Was it because of the consequences they would suffer if their sponsor was eliminated from the game?

The players at the table did not seem the least bit distracted at the display of naked flesh. I saw several attendants loitering around, a couple of them with a tray of drinks at the ready. The gamblers were quiet other than the bets being placed.

I could tell right away how serious the game was despite the exposed tits being flashed around the room. It was visible not just in the faces of the players. It was also evident in the worried faces of the nude females submissively sitting behind each one. The only player without a female behind her was Mistress Chastity.

For the most part, the players at the table ignored my presence, focusing on the current hand being played. But the five females all turned and looked at me when I entered. All wore virtually the same expression… “Can you get me out of this?” Even Sophia sitting behind Carmen turned and looked at me with an expression of concern etched in her features. Naturally all those exposed breasts caused my cock to stir.

They were in the middle of something serious when I heard one of the males mockingly ask, “You sure you want to risk her on what’s showing, Philly?”

“Better watch your own cards, Houston” was the curt reply. “I call.”

“The bet is to you, sir,” I heard my wife tell someone.

“Yeah, Omaha,” another male voice added. “Put up or shut up.” Apparently the names they were using reflected what cities they were from.

“Manhattan, you New Yorkers think you know everything. Raise you $5,000.”

Carmen just sat quietly. Apparently she was out of this particular hand. But she was watching the other players with some degree of amusement.

The table abruptly went silent as though it had gotten serious again. I heard the woman behind the one named Manhattan quietly gasp, “No, damn you; don’t DO it!” She appeared to be in her early thirties and clearly didn’t like what was going on.

“Shut up, bitch; I’m thinking!” he said to her over his shoulder without looking at her.

Everybody appeared to be focused on the one named Manhattan who seemed quite thoughtful. The naked, 30-something brunette sitting behind him sporting a pair of 38 C’s began to shake her head. She whimpered fearfully as though the situation she found herself in was not what she’d anticipated upon arriving at the Club.

Mistress Chastity didn’t help matters any. She calmly told him, “Go ahead, my dear boy. Personally I think she’ll look hot frying in the chair with those tits of hers jerking and bouncing around. That’s what I’m going to do to her… that is, if someone else doesn’t win our friendly little game tonight.”

She was clearly egging him on as she smiled wickedly at the woman sitting behind him. There were a couple of snickers from the table. The color drained from the poor woman’s face.

The player sitting in front of her going by the moniker of “Manhattan” was clearly being challenged. “Call!” he announced abruptly, taking the bait as he pushed all his chips forward. “All in.”

His woman gasped incredulously, her eyes wide in horror. Her nipples were hard as more players called. Then all the cards were revealed.

Manhattan slumped in astonished defeat. “You LOST ME!” the poor thing behind him wailed. The one named Omaha scooped up the chips, smirking at his good fortune. A moment later the brunette fainted in her chair.

The two attendants were standing nearby as though anticipating just such a reaction. They caught her and held her up before she could fall to the floor. The other ladies looked at her in horror, their eyes wide as they realized one of them was now out of the poker game for good.

“What happens to her now?” Manhattan wanted to know, acting like it wasn’t that big of a loss.

“If there are no objections, she can be whored out,” my wife suggested calmly. “That way you’ll have a chance to earn a little money back until a winner has been declared and she is rightfully claimed.”

“Makes no difference to me,” Manhattan shrugged. “Sarah’s just some married bitch I met over the Internet who wanted to add a little excitement to her otherwise boring marriage.”

“Well, if she wanted some excitement,” Mistress Chastity observed with a cruel smile, “you certainly brought her to the right place.” She was looking right at Carmen when she said it… as though the Latina was the one she really wanted. Carmen’s eyebrows lifted curiously, but otherwise she remained silent.

“Take her away, ladies,” Monique motioned at the two attendants as Sarah started to stir. “Whore her out until we call for her.”

“Yes, ma’am,” one of them answered meekly as they grabbed her by her arms.

As she came around, she started to struggle against them. They were forced to drag her out as she resisted them… “NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! HANK; DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME??!!”

“Guess you should’ve thought of that before you let me bring you to the Club, Sarah!” he called out to her with amusement. Her cry of “NOOOO!” was cut off as the door closed behind her.

Manhattan stood up and sighed. Then he looked around at the remaining players. “Will I get her back?” he asked curiously. “It might be a bit embarrassing if I don’t get her back to her husband, not that it would be any great loss if something happened to that cheating bitch.”

“Possible,” Monique replied with a wry smile. “But I wouldn’t count on it, sir.” Chastity’s eyes just gleamed hungrily.

There were a couple of snickers from the table as my wife motioned for another attendant to come forward. “Please see Mr. Manhattan here is taken care of,” Monique told her. The attendant nodded submissively, putting an arm through his.

“Why thank you, ma’am!” Manhattan told my wife with an appreciative nod. He and his new escort left the room together. Then Monique calmly started shuffling the cards for the next hand as though that had taken care of that.

I wanted to say something, wanted to ask a question or two. But I felt like I shouldn’t interrupt the flow of the game. Then one of the attendants with a tray of drinks came up to me.

I took her aside and quietly whispered into her ear, “What’s going on?”

“$300,000 pot – winner take all,” she whispered back. “That includes all the ladies.”

“The naked ones sitting in the chairs watching the game?”

“No, Mr. Rick,” she said carefully. “I mean ALL of them.”

My eyes popped open in alarm. I almost blurted out “WHAT???” Then I took her tray and set it down on a nearby table before jerking her out the door with me into the hallway so we wouldn’t be heard.

“Whose fucking idea was this?” I hissed at her, not wanting my voice to carry.

“It was Mistress Chastity’s,” she replied quietly. That’s when her demeanor changed. I think she was fearful I might hold her accountable.

“So Carmen and Chastity… their lives are on the line too?”

“Yes, sir,” she admitted, her head lowering.

I could tell by her countenance there was more. “Spill it,” I demanded. A look of fear filled her eyes.

“Everyone had to put up a woman as collateral. Mistress Chastity put up Monique as both dealer and her collateral.”

“She did WHAT?” I gasped incredulously. I was stunned.

“So let me get this straight,” I said to the attendant. “If Mistress Chastity loses, she loses both herself AND my wife to the whims of whoever wins?”

“Yes sir,” she said carefully. “I think she wants…”

I waved her to silence, struggling to keep from being totally infuriated. “I KNOW who she wants!” Then I sighed heavily. There was nothing I could do about it now.

“It’s all right,” I told her, patting her shoulder and trying to set her mind at ease. “Go back inside and carry on.”

“Yes, Mr. Rick,” she nodded, relieved I wasn’t angry with her.

I followed her back inside. I figured I’d better stay close and watch. Besides, it was quite possible my wife and Mistress Chastity were enjoying their final hours together.

—

The guy from Houston was next to go down. I found out the naked young, black-haired woman sitting behind him was nothing more than a college freshman. It was her misfortune choosing this particular night to get in line outside the Club. I wondered if her curiosity was going to cost her dearly.

Her name was Becky. She was smaller than Sarah, with a nice set of 34 B’s on her chest. Chastity looked her up and down lustfully.

The two attendants who’d taken Sarah away had returned. They now took up a position on either side of her. The poor thing was gasping as though she was going to hyperventilate.

“You have a lovely head, honey,” Mistress Chastity smiled sweetly at her. “If I win I’m going to keep it down in my private suite for a while.”

The college freshman gasped in horror, her eyes getting big as saucers. “Whore the young thing out, ladies,” my wife told the attendants standing on either side of her. “I’ll bet her pussy is nice and tight. She should be a delight to our clients.”

Little Becky whimpered in alarm. But she didn’t put up nearly as much resistance as Sarah had. She probably suspected it would do her no good.

“Sorry about that, honey!” Houston called out to her as they escorted her to the door. “No hard feelings, I hope?”

She looked back at him without saying a word. Her reaction was evident in her horrified expression… “How COULD you?!” Then she was gone.

Houston was given an attendant to play with as a parting gift. The two of them were out the door in short order. Chastity smiled as she acknowledged the remaining players.

“And then there were four,” she said solemnly, looking right at Carmen. The Latina never even batted an eye.

“Would this be a good time for a break?” Monique politely asked everyone. There were nods as the two males got up to stretch their legs.

“Care to back out now?” Mistress smugly asked the Latina sitting across from her. “I see you’re stack of chips is down considerably.

“I don’t think so,” Carmen replied with forced politeness. “Besides, I plan on enjoying depriving the Club of its co-owner and favored executrix once I win.”

“We shall see,” Chastity said with a smile. “If I win, I fully intend to suspend you from the air by your neck… right next to your precious secretary.”

The Latina simply smiled at her as if to say “We’ll SEE about that.” Behind her I heard Sophia gasp anxiously.

Monique stood up and stretched her legs before walking over to me. “Hi, honey,” she said with a smile as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. “I apologize for not getting word to you sooner. This was sprung on me rather suddenly.”

“Is that so?” I asked irritably, glancing over at Chastity. But she was ignoring me as she helped herself to a drink from one of the attendants.

I figured a game of this nature had taken some time to set up. But I suspected Monique had been roped into it without much advance notice. Chastity was prone to doing things like that, although not all that often.

“I don’t know what’ll happen to me should Mistress lose,” she said softly. “But if I’m to be snuffed, I hope you’ll be there to enjoy it. If I would’ve known, I would’ve given the kids an extra kiss goodnight.” I just shook my head, wondering if Chastity was going to succeed in getting my wife snuffed.

—

The players all returned to the table. Monique began dealing the next hand. As it turned out, the man from Philadelphia suffered the most.

His chips dwindled until he finally moved the remainder into the middle of the table to call. The 28 year old blonde sitting behind him with the nice rack on her chest gasped anxiously. Her eyes widened in fear over the fateful outcome.

I learned from one of the attendants that her name was Ginger. Apparently she was single. She’d won some sort of contest in her office in Philadelphia to accompany the man she was with.

Her skin was tanned as though she was out in the sun a lot or visited a tanning salon frequently. She looked like she spent a lot of time at the beauty parlor. But her three, fun-filled days of visiting our establishment came to an abrupt end when Chastity’s full house beat Philly’s straight.

Philly stood up and bowed courteously. “Ma’am, you’re one hell of a poker player!”

“Why thank you, my dear boy.”

He checked his watch. “If I leave now I believe I can make my plane back to Philadelphia. If you kind folks will excuse me…” That’s when he nodded at everyone.

“WAIT!” his date blurted out. “You can’t just LEAVE ME??”

“We’ll see you make your flight on time, sir.” Then Monique snapped her fingers at one of the attendants. The woman came over and smiled as she took his arm.

“What about ME??” Ginger gasped, standing in horror as the two attendants stepped on either side of her.

“Oh don’t worry, honey,” Chastity smiled at her, her eyes flashing excitedly. “We’ll take good care of you. I’ve always wondered what a woman named ‘Ginger’ would taste like.”

The blond gasped incredulously. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was wondering if Mistress was referring to something of a sexual encounter. Then Chastity clarified herself.

“I haven’t decided yet whether I want to use barbecue sauce or a teriyaki glaze. But don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be quite dead once the spit on stage is finished with you and I finally get you down to roast.”

Ginger’s eyes snapped open in shock. She let out a cry of horror as the two attendants took her away to be whored out. That left the room with…

“…and then there were three.”

This time it was the guy from Omaha who said it. He smiled as though he believed he was now in the driver’s seat. I could only imagine what he might do to Carmen, Sophia, Chastity and Monique if he ever got his hands on them.

—

The game ebbed and flowed for the next half hour or so. I learned that the woman sitting behind Omaha was his 27 year old wife Heather. She had dark brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, her large tits sagging just a little.

As the game went on, she appeared to become less fearful and more excited. I remembered seeing the couple in the Club once or twice before. They hadn’t done anything remarkable or been involved in anything noteworthy. But I did remember seeing them at the Entertainment stage a couple of times. I remembered her because there was always something in her eyes whenever a young woman was snuffed, especially when it involved a hanging.

The ending came unexpectedly. One minute they were bantering good-naturedly. The next I saw a large pile of chips in the table as things suddenly got serious. The three of them just kept raising each other until the pot got disturbingly huge.

“Well ladies,” Omaha said with a hint of a smile as he moved all of his remaining chips into the middle of the table with the others. “Let’s see how serious everyone is, shall we?” His wife gasped anxiously behind him.

He turned and looked questioningly at Carmen. The Latina never even batted an eyelash. “Is it time?” she asked softly, eyeing the pot in front of her. “Is this the one that decides everything?”

She gave both Omaha and Mistress Chastity a serious look. Then she slowly pushed all her remaining chips into the pot. “Call,” she said quietly, staring right at Mistress with a perfect poker face.

Chastity looked at the pot and then at her two opponents. Omaha looked at her as though expecting her to push all of hers in as well. Carmen gave her a domineering look, Mistress to Mistress.

Chastity sighed before slowly moving all her chips forward into the pot. That elicited gasps from all around the room. Even stoic Monique’s eyes widened at the move.

“I’ve never been one to back down,” Mistress said calmly. “I’m in.”

Omaha was visibly impressed. Then a big smile broke out all over his face as he leaned forward and revealed his hand. “Full house, ladies… jacks over eights.”

He smiled at Carmen. Behind him Heather inhaled sharply. She must have wondered if her husband did indeed have the winning hand.

I sat there breathless as I watched from my chair. Had Chastity bitten off more than she could chew? Was she about to take my wife down with her??

Without saying a word, the Latina flipped her cards over, revealing a queen high flush. Omaha gasped before leaning back in his chair. “Damn!” he sighed.

Behind him his wife blurted out, “Honey?!” Her chest started to rise and fall as she stared in disbelief at the cards on the table. She’d gone from victor to condemned in a manner of seconds.

Her eyes grew big in shock. I had no doubt the Latina was going to thoroughly enjoy snuffing her. Then Carmen calmly looked Mistress in the eye.

I saw Chastity’s eyes open in surprise. ‘Gawd; she’s lost!’ I thought as I got a sick feeling in the pit of my gut. I was about to be in the market for a new wife.

“Did I startle you, Mistress?” Carmen asked Chastity, finally permitting herself a satisfied little smirk. “Didn’t expect that, did you? Shall I let you in on the fate I have planned for you and your little slut dealer here?”

She motioned at Monique for emphasis. But somehow my wife kept her cool.

“If you wish,” Chastity sighed in resignation. “A flush is certainly hard to beat…”

She paused dramatically. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. Then she finished with “…unless one happens to hold a STRAIGHT flush.”

She revealed her hand as her eyes gleamed with lustful excitement. There was an even louder gasp from everyone in the room at the run her cards now displayed. “Gawd!” Monique gasped, unable to hold back her astonishment.

Several attendants murmured in shock and awe. “Ohmygawd!” Heather gasped in horror, her eyes wide over who now controlled her fate.

“You BITCH!” Carmen gasped in shock, the color draining from her face. Behind her Sophia squawked in alarm, her eyes wide.

Omaha just shook his head and chuckled. “Screwed by a couple of bitches,” he said with amusement. “I suppose that’s poetic justice. You ladies really got me good.”

He didn’t seem all that upset as he turned to look at his wife sitting behind him. “Honey, it looks like you belong to this one now.” Then he motioned toward Chastity.

Two attendants moved protectively on either side of both her and Sophia as Mistress stood up. Heather stood up as well. She started to fidget nervously as though debating whether or not she should try to make a run for it.

She brought a hand up to her chest as though trying to slow the wild beating of her heart. Then she gulped as Mistress looked hungrily at her. “I’ll get to you two in a minute,” Chastity smiled at a very alarmed Carmen, briefly acknowledging Sophia behind her. “I just have to deal with this other one first.”

She walked over to Heather who was trembling noticeably between the two attendants. “Fate saved the best for last, my pretty,” she cooed at her, running a hand over her naked body. The 27 year old whimpered. But somehow she managed to hold her ground.

“My, but you’re shaking like a leaf!” Mistress chuckled as she reached out and gently caressed Heather’s quivering breasts. The young woman moaned softly, her nipples hard and pointed as Chastity fingered them.

Mistress smiled at her. “You seem a little excited by all this. Is that true? Are you excited, my pretty?” Heather winced and moaned again, glancing helplessly at her husband who said nothing.

“I have something special planned for you, my dear girl,” Chastity breathed into her ear, loud enough for me to hear as she continued to fondle her. “I’m going to save you for last, baby. I’m going to let you watch me snuff the other three up on stage. Then I’m going to bring you up and introduce you to the gallows. What do you think about that?”

Heathers eyes opened wide as she started to writhe a little. “You mean you’re going to h-hang me??”

“That’s right, my pretty,” Chastity purred at her.

She reached down to finger her cunt. “Damn, honey; you’re wet down here! Does the idea of hanging fill you with a certain excitement?”

Heather moaned again as her husband looked on. He was helpless to intervene now that he’d lost his wife. “You c-can’t H-HANG me??!!” she gasped in horror, her body trembling like mad. “I can’t… I’m not… you can’t…”

“Would you like me to whore you out first, baby?” Chastity giggled at her. “Would you like to be fucked by a parade of strange cocks before you take the stage?”

Heather inhaled sharply, gasping madly for breath. She turned toward her husband. He just shrugged his shoulders as though it was out of his hands.

Her eyes bugged out. I thought for sure she was going to faint. “Take her to a sex room and whore the pretty young thing out,” Mistress told the attendants on either side of her. “I’ll contact you when it’s time to bring her back to the Entertainment stage so we can snuff her sweet ass.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison.

For a second I thought Heather was going to collapse in their arms. “You’re going to look great dancing on air,” Chastity told the poor woman. “I can’t wait to see you hang. Now run along” and she waved her hand as though to shoo the three along. “I want you thoroughly fucked before you swing for me. Trust me, baby; you’re going to love it when the noose seduces that slender neck of yours. Honey, you look like you were made to dance!”

“But I… but… I, uh…” Heather whimpered as the two attendants escorted her out the door.

With a snap of her fingers another attendant moved to Omaha’s side. “Enjoy yourself, my dear boy,” she told him. “I’ll make sure you don’t miss anything when it’s time to hang your lovely wife.”

He nodded, appearing somewhat dazed by the whole thing. But he allowed the attendant to escort him out of the room.

My wife, an additional attendant and I remained as Mistress turned to face Carmen and Sophia with her two escorts standing on either side of the seated woman. Both women were visibly alarmed at how the situation had changed. Chastity just chuckled, now that she had them in her clutches.

She told them, “I think I need to give Omaha’s dear wife some time to enjoy some cock, ladies. I think we can find something to do in the meantime, don’t you?” Then she turned in my direction.

“Stick around, my dear boy. You might as well stay and enjoy yourself. After all, with these two sluts there should be plenty to go around.” Then she cheerfully motioned in the direction of her two new possessions.

“Bitch,” Carmen muttered softly, causing Mistress to stride over to her and slap her face hard.

“What was that?” she asked angrily. “Speak louder, bitch; I didn’t hear you!”

“Nothing, Mistress,” Carmen said quietly, bowing submissively. “I lost. Therefore I must submit myself and my secretary to your wishes.”

Sophia gasped aloud, looking horrified at what her Mistress had just said. All it took was a glare from Carmen to cause her to quickly lower her head submissively. “I am yours to do with as you please, Mistress,” she humbly remarked to Chastity.

“Much better,” Mistress Chastity said to them both.

She smiled evilly as she excitedly rubbed her hands together. “This is going to be a night to remember! But since we’ve got a little time to spare to get better acquainted, I think we should get things started, don’t you?” Both women kept their heads bowed. But I could tell they were both trembling noticeably.

2010; 2019 (written Feb 13 ’10; ed. Oct 10 ‘19 by riwa)

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Dolcetta’s special fish 4.4 (24)

Posted on August 30, 2020 by riwa

It was Melicia Carr’s 26th birthday. Her friend Dolcetta decided to plan something special for her. So she invited her and three of her friends to come over, telling them she had a special night planned.

The girls arrived promptly at 7pm. Dolcetta proceeded to serve them all cocktails. It wasn’t long before the girls started to get all touchy-feely with each other. But that wasn’t unusual behavior for them as they were all bisexual.

After a while Dolcetta told them it was time to adjourn the party down to the aquarium. She had a special fish she wanted to show them. This got the girls to buzzing with excitement, wondering what their friend had planned for them.

She led them down the stairs and through a hall until they rounded a corner. The first thing Melicia noticed was that the aquarium was out of water. The second thing she noticed was that someone was chained inside. It was a young blonde in a pleated skirt and light green blouse.

She was hanging in mid-air from four sets of chains that were attached to shackles on her wrists and ankles. Another chain came down to a heavy belt around her waist, no doubt to keep her from drifting upward. Some sort of bridle filled the girl’s mouth, preventing her from verbalizing anything more than a few incoherent grunts.

The girls all buzzed excitedly. “Who’s that?” Melicia asked as she peered into the tank.

“That’s one of the freshmen from Dolcett University,” Dolcetta told her with a smile. “Her name is Jocelyn. She’s sort of on loan for the night.”

“On loan?” the blonde Sela asked with a giggle. “What’s that mean?”

“It means we get to have fun with her tonight. But she’s got to be back in time for lunch tomorrow, if you know what I mean.” Dolcetta winked knowingly at them.

“What kind of fun?” Ruby wanted to know.

“I think I know,” Sela giggled, moving her arms as though she was swimming in mid-air.

Clarice was a little indignant. She told Melicia, “How come you get all the good presents?”

Dolcetta answered, “Because it’s her birthday, silly. Nothing but the best for my friends. When it’s your birthday we’ll do something special for you.”

For a moment the girls all buzzed amongst themselves as though forgetting their guest in the tank. Dolcetta finally got their attention. “Well, girls? I guess it’s time to fill the aquarium. This is going to be fun.”

Jocelyn’s eyes widened in alarm. She’d heard everything that was being said. Now she began to wriggle in the chains as though she wanted out.

A moment later everyone heard the sound of running water. The aquarium was starting to fill. Jocelyn grunted anxiously as she struggled even more against the chains that held her fast.

It did not take long for the aquarium to fill. Soon it reached Jocelyn’s waist. It continued to rise until it covered her breasts. Her eyes opened even wider in alarm.

Dolcetta and her friends all watched in growing fascination. It was clear what was going to happen to the poor girl. But no one felt the least bit sorry. On the contrary, they were all looking forward to watching the sexy bitch drown.

The water rose surprisingly fast. Poor Jocelyn wriggled and squirmed from the cold water. Her nipples quickly hardened beneath her blouse.

“How long can you hold your breath, honey?” Ruby called out to her through the glass. “Gonna be under any moment now!” Clarice added. “Guess you don’t need to know how to swim for this one, baby!” Sela said with a chuckle. Melicia could only gasp with appreciation over the present Dolcetta was giving her.

“I told you it was a very special fish,” their host declared with a gesture.

Jocelyn was forced to take a deep breath and fill her lungs as best she could, considering she had that bridle contraption in her mouth. A moment later the water rose past her nose. It continued to climb until it was well over her head, reaching the shackles to her wrists and ankles as bubbles trickled out past her lips

Well, girls,” Dolcetta asked with a grin. “What do you think? Can I throw a party or can’t I?”

“Damn, girl! This is hotter than hell!” Melicia was panting heavily for breath, fully aroused at the impending drowning to take place right in front of her.

Jocelyn struggled instinctively against the chains holding her in the tank. Her body did not drift upward in the slightest. Her skirt billowed as the water swirled around inside the aquarium.

She tried to hold her breath, hoping they would drain the tank as there was nothing else she could do. “I hear she tried out for the synchro team,” Dolcetta told her friends. “That means we might get a longer show before she drowns. After all, there’s no way in hell she can hold her breath forever.”

Jocelyn grunted as she set herself to swaying inside the aquarium. But the chains held her fast. Air slipped out through her opened mouth as the bar between her teeth kept her lips apart.

The unfortunate freshman in the tank held her breath for thirty seconds… and then a minute. “She’s really going to drown in there?” Ruby gasped with growing sexual excitement. “That’s so fucking hot!” Sela added as more bubbles escaped past Jocelyn’s parted lips.

“Are we having fun yet, girls?” Dolcetta asked with a lustful grin. They all looked at her with admiration. Once more she’d planned a party none of them had any chance of topping. When it came to hosting special events she was simply the best.

In the tank Jocelyn’s hair flowed behind her as she grunted and bubbled. She could feel the strain building in her lungs. It wouldn’t be much longer before her lungs gave out.

Dolcetta murmured, “Watching this chick drown is making me horny as a goat.” Sela and Ruby were already pointing at the freshman and taunting her. Clarice asked Melicia what she was going to do with her present after she drowned. But the birthday girl hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

Jocelyn’s soaked green blouse turned transparent, allowing the girls to get a good view of her braless tits. But that was the least of her worries. Her chest was burning, her stomach starting to ripple as her lungs insisted she take a breath.

All of the sudden Jocelyn glubbed as her lungs gave out. She convulsed painfully as she tried to cough out the water she’d sucked down her windpipe. Then she really started thrashing about.

The girls oohed and aahed as she went into erotic convulsions. Air was coughed out of her mouth and nose as her lungs flooded. She hitched and gurgled, her breasts wobbling as her skirt billowed yet again, her hair flowing upward behind her.

“Ohmygawd!” Melicia breathed. “Dolcetta; you’re the best! Just look at her drown!” She nearly climaxed at the moment of truth.

Clarice was spellbound. Ruby and Sela started making out with each other. Poor Jocelyn, oblivious to the sadistic witnesses to her drowning, began to settle until only stray muscles fired as her chest rippled from the twitching of sporadic nerve endings going off.

The girls panted for breath as they looked into the tank. The blouse was virtually transparent now.

Nipples were fully erect, indicating Jocelyn must have experienced some sort of humiliating arousal at the time of her drowning.

“What do you think, Melicia? Isn’t she a pretty fish?”

“She certainly is, Dolcetta. Gawd, she looks fucking gorgeous in there!”

“You should go around back and look at her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear when I put her in there.”

“Really? Damn! This I’ve got to see!”

She went around back to have a look. It was pink and perfect. Melicia stood there watching Jocelyn’s dangling corpse from the side, panting breathlessly at her sexy birthday present.

The poor woman looked as though she’d suffered horribly. Drowning was a painful way to go. Then a couple bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. That’s when Melicia felt an erotic shiver ripple through her.

Her friends were overcome with sexual lust. Ruby and Sela got naked and started making out with each other. Dolcetta was sucking face with Clarice. But Melicia could only stare into the tank at the drowned woman.

Dolcetta paused from trying to suck the tonsils out of Clarice. She pushed the drain button on the aquarium. The water began to run out almost as fast as it had rushed in.

The tank drained until the dead girl hung lifeless in the chains. “Well don’t just stand there,” Dolcetta told her friend encouragingly. “Go on in and help yourself! I hope you like your gift!”

“Do you mean it?” Melicia’s mouth was frothing at the idea of feasting on that dead pussy. Dolcetta waved at her to go right ahead.

The birthday girl opened the tank and went inside. Then she freed Jocelyn’s corpse from the chains until she was holding her in her arms. “Everyone’s got a playmate but me,” she told the dead freshman. “I guess that means you and I will have to find our own ways to amuse each other.”

She carried her away to a nearby room that was used for all sorts of sexual shenanigans. She carefully laid her prize out on the bed. Then she moved between the dead girl’s legs and began to feast on her pussy.

The flavor was incredible. The girl had apparently cum while she was drowning. Melicia plunged her tongue in until she found herself enjoying an incredibly erotic meal, deciding Dolcetta had given her the best birthday present ever.

2019 (written May 24 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by C. Mike Hunt’s renders and his story idea.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 2.7 (3)

Posted on August 26, 2020 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming September rewards

The sci-fi holodeck series Teri 5.0 ch 2.
A woman is forced to become a (grim?) reaper’s apprentice.
A JustPaul illustrated story called Synchro Tryout.
Dorothy doesn’t make it to 50, illustrated by Mike Hunt.
3 in the pool part 5.
Sisters share a male for the semester before disposing of him.
A family of females goes to girl’s night out at a place that specializes in breath-play.
Christina puts on a show in a tank of water.
Shelly in Cancun part 5
A girl takes retribution on her friend in a shallow pool.
Marissa reaches asphyxiation week at City U.

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

I have a bunch of newer stories to present to you next month. Somehow I got myself ahead of the game. But it can be a challenge to stay ahead. I’m inherently lazy and am prone to giving in to distractions. So I’m working at taking advantage of the situation by editing more stories ahead of time while developing new ones for you to enjoy. It’s a crazy world out there. I just want to give you a place where you can come take your mind off things while reading what I hope are entertaining stories. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Caught by the lifeguards (8-12-20)

11811 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a tale illustrated by JustPaul inspired by one of his clips.

Paul and Vanessa go to an indoor pool and make use of the deep pool for a little hanky panky. The lifeguards immediately notice what’s going on. The one tells her coworker this is the same couple who showed up last week and did virtually the very same thing at the bottom of the deep pool. Now she wants to go down to the observation window to get a closer look.

Will Paul and Vanessa get kicked out? Or will the lifeguards join in? As a bonus, I’ve included the clip that inspired my interpretation of events as told by JustPaul, including a little extra activity not mentioned in his video. (32 pages; 26 vidcaps)

Spies bundle (8-12-20)

19298 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of longer tales about a couple of females getting into trouble by spying or nosing around when they should know better.

Terminating the spy – Melissa is desperate to break into his compound, find incriminating evidence and put him away after all the misery he’s caused. But he’s onto her little game. Things will conclude for Melissa in his backyard pool. One of my older stories recently edited and lengthened. (27 pages)

A pine box for Emma – Our petite little Asian gets nosey again. This time she finds a warehouse full of pine boxes used to carry an illicit cargo. When she’s caught will she be able to talk her way out of trouble? Or will she find herself taking up residence inside one of the boxes? And where will they dispose of her? It promises to be quite a bit wetter than she anticipates. (16 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

12763 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of reposted erotic stories for your reading pleasure. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction – She and her daughter are determined to seduce their guest. The idea of watching her daughter swallow his cock underwater and then seeing him fuck her underwater has her all hot and bothered. What’s more, it’s possible she might even allow him to take things quite a bit farther before they get out of the pool. (9 pages)

Noose-play – Dottie wants her husband to engage in a little noose-play with her. But when he balks at the idea, she decides to take matters into her own hands. But how far will things go? Special thanks to El Coyote for the cover illustration. (12 pages)

Mother-daughter seduction II (plus bonus story) (reactivated 8-18-20)

14505 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. Reposted. Special thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Mother-daughter seduction II – Continues the story of a mother and her daughter having underwater sexual fun in the pool with their guest. They had fun holding the daughter underwater until she bubbled her breath away. Now will it be the mother’s turn? (8 pages)

A Couple of New Year’s Eve Swingers – Lauren attends a certain New Year’s Eve party with her boyfriend each and every year because at midnight they always string up a naked female. But this year the organizers have a special treat in store for everyone. Amelia attends the New Year’s Eve party with a friend because her husband claims to have a bad back. But what will happen when they meet up with an amorous couple? And what is this special door prize they have just won at midnight? Told from two points of view. (13 pages)

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Sadie needs a release 4.4 (18)

Posted on August 24, 2020 by riwa

I rush home after a long, stressful day. I’m tired and I’m frustrated. I need a good release.

I go into the bedroom and look at the big mirror on the front of the antique closet door. I look up at the hook directly above. That’s when inspiration strikes.

I grab a red rope I previously fashioned into a noose. I thread one end through the hook in the ceiling. Then I start to take off all my clothes.

The more I contemplate what I’m about to do, the more aroused I become. The stresses of the day fall away as I loop the noose around my neck. Then I sit there looking at myself in the mirror as I start to masturbate.

My nipples harden as my crotch moistens. It feels good sitting there. Looking at myself with the noose around my neck is an incredible turn-on. But there’s something missing.

I grab the end of the rope and pull as I finger myself. My air is restricted, and I feel an erotic jolt. I play with my nub, fingering it until it swells.

I reach up to grope a breast. It feels good, and I love the sexy image reflected back to me. But I want both my hands free.

I slip my head out of the noose. Then I rise up, take the free end, and go find a place to tie it off. I check the reflection of the noose dangling in the mirror to judge where I want it to be before securing it.

I go back and sit down, pulling the noose down around my neck. It’s much better; now I can use both hands. But the noose isn’t tight enough.

I remove it from around my neck before I get back up. I walk over and retie the end of the rope, taking out a little more slack. I really want to cum, and I hope I did it right this time.

I go back and sit down before pulling the noose down. This time I have to rise up a little to get it around my neck. When I sit back down, it’s nice and tight.

It’s really snug… maybe a little too snug. My pussy jolts as my nipples stiffen. It’s a little difficult catching my breath.

I look in the mirror and see a partially strangled woman looking back at me. She’s naked, and she looks so fucking sexy. Her nipples are hard, her pussy wet with moisture.

Gawd; I want to fuck her! I want to suck on her nipples and lick her pussy. I feel a surge of incredible arousal as I watch her grope her boobs while fingering her pussy.

She struggles to breathe; I think she made that noose a little too tight. It turns me on seeing her looking back at me like that. There’s a look of euphoria in her eyes as she touches herself.

Yes – yes – yes – YES! Make yourself cum, you sexy bitch! As though reading my mind, she begins furiously fingering her clit.

I watch as her face turns red. Then she savagely gropes her boobs as she finger-fucks herself. A moment later she cums violently, and I cum right along with her.

Her nipples are so hard they must hurt. Mine hurt just watching her. That noose looks like it’s a little too tight. But I can tell she wants another one.

I’m on fire with a terrible arousal as I watch her. I mimic her movements as she fingers herself harder and faster. She wants another orgasm before she passes out. I want one too…

Yes… yes… YES, you sexy bitch! Cum for me as you strangle yourself! I want to watch you cum!

There’s a look of bliss in her face as she looks right at me. She’s lost in her pleasure. She shudders as she cums again. My orgasm matches hers.

I’m suddenly aware it’s getting harder to breathe. This time she looks at me as though she wants to watch me cum while I strangle myself. Gawd, I really want this… maybe one more.

As I grope and finger myself, she matches my movements. She looks like she can barely catch her breath, but she doesn’t seem to care. I want to watch her strangle herself as she cums. I want to watch her so bad.

She looks at me and sees how asphyxiated I am. She shudders as she fingers herself. I shudder too from an incredible orgasm.

I’m dimly aware of her leaning off to one side against the wall. The noose looks really tight around her throat. She looks so fucking sexy. But now my vision is starting to blur.

Her fingers twitch in her cunt. It looks like she cums one last time, and I’m barely aware of cumming right along with her. Then my vision fails me as I find myself spiraling into oblivion with her strangling herself to death right there in front of me…

(Sep 30 ’17)

(Inspired by the manip “Sadie” created)

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The hit on the whore 4 (2)

Posted on August 18, 2020 by riwa

I get hired for special situations, so it isn’t easy to find me. It’s best not to advertise my services. But I can be found if somebody looks hard enough.

I received a package from a certain Giulia Lucado. In it was the picture of a woman she wanted out of the way. I was told the target in question was fucking her husband and she wanted me to put a stop to it. If I accepted the job, a payment would be sent electronically as per my instructions.

I don’t usually respond to domestic squabbles where a wife is being wronged. I wasn’t sure how she’d found me, but that didn’t matter. I was prepared to relocate if necessary.

Things took an interesting turn the next day when two more packages came in from two other women. They included similar pictures of the same woman Giulia wanted me to eliminate. I found the timing more than a little coincidental.

I had my suspicions when a fourth package arrived on the third day. This was from a fourth woman who also wanted this slut dead for fucking her husband. What clinched it for me was her saying she was a part of a group of females who had gotten together to hire my services. If I sent instructions to each one of them for my payment, the funds would be sent right away.

How could I resist? I had four women wanting me to get rid of the same bitch. And they were all willing to pay up. If they turned on me, all four could be implicated in the conspiracy.

I sent information to each woman where they could send the funds. Within a few days I electronically received my payment from each one. The only request I was given was that they desired the bitch be humiliated and that I make it hurt.

I tracked her down and followed her movements. I learned Cristina liked to swim out in the bay on a regular basis. It would be easy enough to drown her. And swallowing salt water would hurt like hell.

I made a note of her habits until I learned the days she was liable to be out for a swim. I obtained some scuba gear that would give me enough air for the assignment at hand. Then I went to the bay and watched from a secluded part of the shore.

Three days later the slut showed up with a male friend. I wondered if he was the husband of one of those four women or if he was some other male she was seeing. I decided it really didn’t matter.

I geared up and then headed into the water, making sure I hadn’t been seen. Then I finned my way toward her part of the beach. My only concern was she might not get into the water before I ran out of air.

I needn’t have worried. She wasn’t at the beach five minutes before she came out for a swim. She was in a very skimpy white outfit that showed a lot of cleavage.

I waited until she was out in about 20 feet of water. Then I made my move. I swam up, grabbed an ankle and then pulled her under.

She burbled and thrashed about as I dragged her farther out into deeper water. But she wasn’t prepared to hold her breath very long. Once she started coughing up bubbles I knew it was over.

I paused to hold her in my grasp so I could watch her eyes. She spasmed and convulsed in my grip. She looked sexy and she made my cock hard. No wonder she was such a slut and was getting married men to fawn all over her.

I waited until she had gone completely limp. But the look in her expression told me how much it hurt and how horrified she was. It took her many seconds longer to lose consciousness than she probably would have wished.

I pulled down my trunks and rammed my hard cock down her throat. I figured the wives would like the way I used her mouth after she was gone. Naturally she gave me a willing blowjob.

We sank to the bottom in about thirty-five feet of water before I pulled her bottoms aside and slid my cock into her pussy. She bounced in my lap as I enjoyed the way her breasts wobbled. I removed them from their confinement, groping and squeezing them.

I left a load up her cunt, but I decided I wasn’t through humiliating her as per our agreement. So I shoved my cock down her throat again so she could help me remain nice and hard. She had a dazed, vacant look in her eyes, but I swear it was as though she was enjoying me even after she was dead.

When I had gotten sufficiently hard I turned her around and pushed my cock up her ass. She was nice and tight, and I enjoyed fucking her on the bottom of the bay for another ten minutes. I left a second deposit up her butt, although I suspected I was not the only one who’d used it like that in her slutty past.

I swam her out into deeper water away from the shore and her friend. I wedged her down among some rocks where she could remain for a while before she was found or the gases in her corpse lifted her to the surface. Then I made my way back to my secluded spot on the shore, convinced I’d given her the kind of ending those four wives would have approved of.

When I got back to shore I discovered her male friend had panicked and left. Maybe he was married and did not want to be associated with her disappearance as it would not look good on him. She certainly had picked a real winner to join her on the beach for the day.

A few days later the papers reported her as missing. No one knew where she was. I got one small note from one of the wives, thanking me for my efforts. I sent her a return note… “I believe I gave her the humiliation you desired. I convinced her of the error of her ways. She won’t be bothering your husbands again.”

(Jun 23 ’18)

(Pictures found in my archive and used for illustration purposes.)

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