Guillotine Lover 4.4 (47)

She snuck down to the basement to the guillotine room. The house was quiet; everyone had gone to bed. But she couldn’t sleep.

She touched the frame of the guillotine in the center of the room. It made her heart beat fast as her pussy started to moisten. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. But no one was around to stop her.

She shed her flimsy teddy and stretched out on top of the bench naked. She stuck her head through the lunette and looked up at the blade hanging above her. It made her pussy throb with a terrible ache.

She slid her head out and sat upright, panting wildly for breath. She looked at the upper strap, deciding she could secure that one. Then she stuck her head back through the lunette as she used her hands to tighten the strap over her boobs.

With her upper body secured, she started touching herself. The more she thought about the blade coming down unexpectedly, the more excited she became. She closed her eyes as she rubbed herself until she had a nice orgasm.

When she came down from the plateau of her high, she fumbled for the strap and freed herself. She slid her head out of the lunette and looked at the controls on the frame. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if she played a little game, would it? After all, she was horny for another orgasm.

She plugged the details into the control panel, setting the trigger to randomly release the blade sometime within a 30 minute period. Then she laid back down upon the bench. She slid her head through and gasped for breath seeing the blade above her, this time knowing it was set to randomly come down.

She tightened the strap back across her breasts. Then she reached up and grasped the latch to the lunette. When she pulled it down she heard a small beep, indicating she’d just set the timer in motion.

Now she’d done it. The blade would randomly come down sometime within a 30 minute time limit. It excited her so much she began furiously masturbating.

There was a monitor on the wall behind her that displayed the digital numbers to the timer. She tipped her head back and saw the red digits, but couldn’t read them very well. But she knew she was still within the first minute of the program.

The idea of the blade coming down filled her with an erotic thrill. She squeezed her pussy as she furiously rubbed her clit. The orgasm that claimed her was stronger than the one she’d just endured without the program running.

Fuck; what a rush! She went back to rubbing herself again, wanting another orgasm. A couple more and she wouldn’t have a bit of trouble sleeping. Surely the blade wouldn’t randomly drop so soon, would it? But the idea of it coming down early filled her with such an incredible arousal that she cried out as she orgasmed all over again.

Everything went dark as she got all dizzy and disoriented. When she came around a couple seconds later she felt relaxed and wonderful. Then she saw the blade still hovering above her.

She got excited once more as she imagined the blade whooshing down to sever her head from the rest of her body. She stuck her fingers in her pussy and began furiously finger-fucking herself. This next one was going to be bigger still—

BEEP.

Her eyes flew open in astonishment as the blade came whooshing down. There was a loud thunk, followed by her world falling. She was dimly aware of hitting the back of her head in the basket as she looked up, only for her vision to be blotted out as blood pumped out of her severed neck onto her face.

She couldn’t feel anything below her neck. She did not know, nor could she see how her headless body was furiously fingering itself as her hips rose up in violent orgasm. Her body bucked and shuddered as her arms finally began flopping haphazardly, her legs kicking until she settled down.

She blinked the blood out of her eyes, only to see the crimson flow streaming out of her severed neck down to a trickle, being pumped out by her dying heart. She tried to scream, but no words would come. Then her eyes glazed over as stray muscles twitched, her pussy clenching one last time as she wet herself…

© 2017 (written Aug 14 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture found on the net and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Mouthy slut gets what’s coming to her 4.1 (12)

“You can’t do this to me!” Emma blustered as Stephanie hogtied her. She was lying naked and was now being chained on the edge of her backyard pool. “This is my place! You can’t just come in here and treat me like this!”

“Shut up, slut!” her boss from the marina barked at her. “You were mouthy and bitchy all afternoon! So you’ve got this coming to you!”

“I don’t have anything coming to me! You can’t tie me up like this! You’re gonna pay for treating me this way!”

“Who’s gonna pay?” Stephanie asked with a chuckle. “Certainly not me. You’re the one who likes to play bondage games. The authorities will simply think you tied yourself up, slipped into the pool and couldn’t untie yourself in time. Now it’s time for your evening swim.

Emma let out a cry as Stephanie put a foot against her. Then she was rolled off the side of the pool into the water. The chains took her right to the bottom.

She looked up to see her scuba tank sitting a short distance away. Her regulator was just out of reach; she couldn’t get to it. The bitch was going to let her drown with a source of air just beyond her grasp.

She heard a splash and saw Stephanie come down naked toward her. Her boss reached over, took a puff from the regulator to make sure it was functioning and then put it between Emma’s lips. The bound woman cleared it and then moaned weakly, grateful to be getting air as she refilled her starving lungs.

Stephanie waggled her finger at her… “Ah – ah – ah!” Then she stuck up one finger… “You’re only getting this one refill.” Emma’s eyes went wide the moment Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and put it between her own lips.

Emma wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself from the ropes tying her arms and legs together. The chain around her waist and the one around her neck kept her from drifting upward. She realized she wasn’t getting to the surface under her own power.

She begged Stephanie with her eyes to help her back up. Her boss pulled the reg from her mouth and blew her a kiss. Then she smiled as she waved “Bye-bye, slut!” before putting the reg back into her mouth to enjoy the show.

Emma shook her head… “Gawd, NO! She’s going to watch me drown!” Then she really started to wriggle and squirm.

She bubbled anxiously while desperately trying to free herself. That’s when her boss started touching her breasts while rubbing her crotch. Apparently the bitch was becoming more and more excited at her employee’s struggles and her desperate plight.

Emma’s cheeks puffed as she struggled to hold her breath. Maybe Stephanie was only kidding. Maybe she was going to wait until the very last moment before giving her the regulator. But the more her lungs heaved, the more her boss rubbed herself, obviously getting off on her suffering.

Emma really started to wriggle and squirm, becoming more animated from her growing breathlessness. Her boss smiled as she rubbed herself that much harder, breathing deeply from the regulator in her mouth as she enjoyed the show. Emma shook her head in growing panic, her eyes wide with fright.

Stephanie pulled the reg out of her mouth and offered it to her… “You need this, you little slut?” Emma mouthed for it, but the bitch held it just out of reach. Her boss shrugged her shoulders as if to say… “Fine! If you don’t want it…” Then she put the reg back between her lips, smiling with wicked amusement.

Emma cried out in a flurry of bubbles, her chest heaving from lack of air. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Panic swelled within her as she lost a big burst of bubbles.

All of the sudden she started thrashing about in a panic. She gulped a huge lungful of water. Immediately she began spasming and convulsing from the intrusion of pool water into her lungs.

Stephanie moaned as she rubbed herself even harder. Watching her employee drown was the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed. Emma shuddered until she began to orgasm as she drowned in her very own backyard pool.

Witnessing the spectacle was so erotic that Stephanie enjoyed a climax of her own. “That’s what you get for being so mouthy at work, you little bitch!” she thought triumphantly. Then she swam up to the surface, leaving the regulator just out of reach, making it look like Emma had tried to play a dangerous game of “escape artist” and had gotten too far away from her lifeline. Emma lay there unmoving on the pool bottom, stray bubbles slipping out past her lips as her hair swirled all around her head before it began to settle.

2012; 2018 (written for Emma Jul 26 ’12; ed. Jul 20 ’18 by riwa)

(Pictures are previews from h2ogems.com “Unsuccessful Escape Challenge” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Samantha hanged 4.3 (14)

Samantha wondered how she could be united with Rajesh. He was from another sect and her parents did not approve. Her family was wealthy, with investments in wind power which gave them a strong name in the city.

She’d tried to discuss it with her mother Neela, explaining how she had fallen in love. But the matriarch was totally against any marriage or union with Rajesh. She believed it would besmirch the family name marrying a man of lower status.

Next Samantha tried to speak to her father. After all, she was his only beloved child. But like her mother he was also against the marriage.

Samantha was torn. She deeply loved her family. After all, they had provided well for her, making sure she’d gotten a good education. She shopped the best stores and wore the best clothes as befitting her family name. But her love for Rajesh now threatened the stability of family life.

She tried talking to their servant Vishal, carefully feeling him out. He was sympathetic to her cause. But he too tried to sway her to find another man to love. Wasn’t her family’s honor important to her?

Samantha did not know what to do. She tried avoiding Rajesh for over a week. But that only made her pine for him even more.

When they were reunited she felt her heart soar with joy to be in his presence. She explained how her family did not see him as a fitting husband. But it did not seem to matter to him as he loved her with all his heart.

Samantha’s feelings for Rajesh only intensified. She began to feel her life with her family had become a prison with many restrictions. Did they truly love her? Or were they only interested in their position in the community?

She wanted to talk to her father again, to explain how much she loved Rajesh. But one of the wind turbines had broken down and needed his attention. It made Samantha feel like the machine was more important to him than her, his only daughter.

She made one last plea with her mother, hoping to sway her on the merits of the power of love and the way it bound two souls together. After all, didn’t she love her father? But what she learned surprised her.

Her mother explained that she had never truly loved her father. Rather, she had chosen marriage as a way of improving her status. And she believed her daughter should chart a similar course. Nay, her daughter was honor-bound to marry a man of importance in a prominent sect so as not to sully the family’s social status.

Samantha realized the situation was hopeless. Her family would never permit her to marry Rajesh. But would she be able to give him up?

She secretly met up with him and explained her dilemma. He suggested they run away together. Their love would get them through until their lives improved through prosperity. But Samantha had no idea Vishal had followed her and had witnessed the meeting.

That evening she began packing her things. Her mother discovered what she was doing and forbid her to run away with Rajesh. Samantha said she was going anyway.

She broke down in tears and explained how much she loved her family. But Rajesh made her feel special, only wanting the best for her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. But her words only served to anger her mother.

“Samantha, I forbid it!”

“Mother, I cannot live without him! I’m sorry, but I am going!” That’s when her mother angrily stormed out of the room. Samantha did not hear her place a call to her father.

She hurried up and finished packing. Then she asked Vishal to take her to Rajesh. He helped her put her things into the vehicle. Then they drove off.

It only took a few moments before Samantha realized they were not headed in the right direction. To her consternation Vishal was taking her out of the city. “Where are we going?” she asked as an ominous feeling settled over her.

“I am taking you to see your father, Samantha. He knows how important this is to you. You must persuade him or you will be severed from your family for the rest of your life.”

“But Vishal, father is against my marriage to Rajesh!”

“You must try to convince him, Samantha! Isn’t it more important to convince at least one of your family members to understand your heart?”

She nodded in agreement as tears filled her eyes. She knew how important it was. Maybe if she tried one last time she could explain things to her father.

She soon realized they were driving out to the wind turbines. “Vishal, father is out here? But it is so late!”

“The proper function of the turbines is important to him, Samantha.”

She nodded in understanding. But something didn’t feel right. She suddenly had a bad feeling about all this.

“Vishal, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to take me home.” Maybe she could find another way to connect with Rajesh.

“Not until you see your father. He must be informed. In your heart you know this to be true.”

“Please take me back!” But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Now she became frightened.

Her fears were amplified when they arrived at the turbine being repaired. Many lights were in place, illuminating the work area. They also illuminated the fact that her mother and father were waiting for her along with several of the servants.

Vishal got out of the car, walk around and helped her out. Then he took her by the arm. Samantha felt a real stab of fear as he escorted her to the tall wind turbine where her parents and the servants were waiting.

There was a crane on the premises, no doubt for the purposes of replacing a very heavy part to the turbine. There looked to be a cable hanging from it. But when they drew closer Samantha thought she saw what appeared to be a noose instead of a cable.

Her mother angrily walked up to her. “Samantha, do you still wish to marry that boy?”

Samantha lowered her head as she replied, “Yes, mother; I do.”

“Ungrateful child!” she barked before slapping her hard across her face. “Your father and I worked hard to raise you right. And this is the way you treat us? Samantha, you have shamed us!”

“Mother, please!”

The matriarch motioned one of the servants to come over. Aseem came up to her. With a nod from her mother he proceeded to tie her arms behind her back.

“Mother?? What is going on??” But her mother said nothing.

In growing alarm she turned to her other parent. “Father, what is happening??” In response he coldly took a step back from her. The gesture was clear; he was symbolically separating himself from her.

Samantha grew desperate. “Mother, please!” That’s when Aseem grabbed the dangling rope and looped the coil around her neck.

Samantha began to hyperventilate. They really weren’t considering hanging her, were they?? But one look at the faces of her parents and the servants showed a cold, emotionless resolve.

She choked back a sob as her heart skipped a beat. Surely this couldn’t be happening, could it?? This had to be a dream! Her parents would never do this to her, would they??

“Mother?” she cried out in growing horror. But the matriarch of the family haughtily lifted her head up.

“Mother? How could you??”

“How could YOU, you ungrateful child? After all we’ve done for you?”

With a nod from her mother two servants grabbed the end of the rope. They slowly pulled until Samantha found herself looking up in horror, the knot set ominiously behind her head. Were they truly going to go through with this??

Samantha could sacredly believe it. “You’re… you’re really going to hang me, mother?”

“You told me yourself that you cannot live without him, child. What more can be done but to carry out your wishes?”

“My wishes?? No, mother! Please… let me see Rajesh one last time!”

“He is dead, child. There is only one way for you to see him now.” Then she nodded at the two servants holding onto the free end of the rope.

Samantha took a last anxious look at her father. Then the rope took her upward. She rasped for breath as her feet left the ground.

She went one… two… three feet up into the air. Her mother and father looked up at her with no emotion. Vishal simply turned his back and looked the other way.

Samantha kicked and twisted as she struggled to breathe. The rope tightened around her throat, cutting off her breath. She felt a fire in a chest as the nylon bit into her neck.

She hitched and jerked as she struggled to pull a breath of air into her lungs. Her mother and father watched her hang with no emotion in their expressions. The other servants stood around without saying a word.

Her mind cried out for Rajesh to come to her rescue. Was it true what mother had said? Was Rajesh really dead?? Had he been killed on her mother’s instructions?? Samantha did not want to believe it.

Her agony increased as a fire burned in her chest. Her lungs ached, her body struggling to breathe. The worse it got, the more animated she became as she kicked and jerked.

There was no sound but the creaking of the rope and the grunts of the servants who were keeping her aloft. Samantha felt an icy coldness envelope her, the coldness of death. She tried to breathe but couldn’t.

She kicked and twisted as though trying to loosen the coil from around her throat. It only tightened. Her horror intensified when it became apparent this was truly going to happen. They were really hanging her!

With one last painful jerk she exhausted herself. Samantha hung limp as her body gently swung back and forth. She was losing feeling in her extremities. And her body felt like it was getting colder.

Her feet fluttered as her hands flexed behind her back. Shamefully her bladder gave way. She was conscious long enough to hear her mother coldly tell the servants to tie her off and leave her there until morning. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

2019 (Jan 14 ’19)

(For ramharraja2001 and inspired by his vidcaps)

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Coming August rewards

Part 4 of Shelly in Cancun.
Part 4 of 3 in the pool.
A noose resolves the issue of not enough available washing machines on laundry day.
A woman defies a curse by swimming in a pool that is supposedly haunted.
A sci-fi holodeck is put to an interesting use in Teri 5.0
Mr. Jorgenson uses a noose to resolve the issue of his wife visiting the fraternity at City University on a weekly basis.
A woman gets trapped under the cover in her backyard pool.
Zanda attends an important meeting with a bunch of businessmen for City University. She might have to give her all.
A honeymoon comes to an abrupt end in Room 228.
A woman meets a serial hangwoman and is given a unique offer.

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

It’s been two months since my relocation. I’m still getting used to my new digs. The plus side is it’s been nice and cool during these warm summer months. So it’s working out fine thus far. Mom is doing well. We went out for ice cream the other day. She’s careful when she goes out, and I’m careful when I’m around her. It looks like my vehicle needs some major work. I’ve owned it for 10 years, but it was already 6 years old when I purchased it. So it looked like I’ll be keeping my eyes open for a replacement vehicle. All that means is I’m even more appreciative to have you all as my patrons. Thank you so very much.

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A cheating husband 5 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

11993 words – $5.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the concluding (honeymoon) chapter of a couple recently married as they spend time on an island in the South Pacific. A bonus JustPaul illustrated story has been included.

A cheating husband 5 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends. William continues to go around the island getting his sexual needs fulfilled in the water.

After “watching the sun go down” with Bella, William goes back to Mermaid Paradise to watch the nude mermaids dance in the glass tubes. This time he decides to watch a private performance put on special by Luna. Later there’ll be one more underwater encounter in the deck pool at their bungalow before it’s time to leave the island. (20 pages)

Urges – She has a special scratch that needs to be itched. But that means sneaking out late at night and using the pool after hours at the apartment complex. How far will she go to enjoy herself? Will she get caught? Contains an alternate ending. (10 pages; 9 renders)

Robyn’s revenge 4 (plus bonus) (7-11-20)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, one of which has been requested by many fans.

Robyn’s revenge 4 – Robyn makes Emma and Holly endure orgasms galore. But those tanks are not just for decoration. It looks like Emma might find herself in one very soon. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 11-14 – Constance comes to Hannah with news of her mother’s disappearance. Her location is soon revealed when two of the servant girls come for Hannah. But what will happen when father comes home to find mother and daughter doing a “midair duet”? (16 pages)

Prison bundle (7-20-20)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older prison tales recently edited and posted to Patreon. I now make them available to you here.

The Cal-Nava event – I attend the public disposition of four women at the Cal-Nava penitentiary involving a large tank of water. Before that happens, two other females put on a performance in the tank. (2 parts; 19 pages)

 Prison Dispositions – A producer wants to observe the processing of inmates using the pool system with thoughts of televising them in the future. (6 pages)

Dear Diary 05 (plus bonus) (reactivated 7-20-20)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted reworking of the Dear Diary series with a reworked chapter 5.

Dear Diary 5 – It’s the day of the pool party and many of Kristen’s friends have arrived. By late afternoon those who have stayed behind are playing in the water. A breath-holding contest is suggested, one which Kristen’s mom asks to take part in. The game evolves into an underwater blowjob contest. (11 pages)

Breathless Trifecta – He has three people to dispose of including a little Japanese Private Investigator who gets caught opening the wrong door. So he decides to use three different methods of breathlessness to dispose of his three “problems”. (7 pages)

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Jynx – “Drown me!” 3.7 (6)

The whole time I’d known her Jynx loved being underwater. I guess that’s what attracted me to her. Maybe that’s what attracted her to me.

We met at a pool by literally bumping into each other while swimming along the bottom. We laughed and then talked about how much we enjoyed holding our breath in quiet weightlessness. We spent the rest of the day holding our breath while playing on the bottom.

She quickly figured out what blowing bubbles did to me while I was in the water watching her. I would get so hard and she would see my tenting Speedos. That just made her sink to the bottom where she deliberately blew more of them.

What really got to me was when she started play-acting. She would start hitching and jerking as though she was drowning underwater. That really made my cock hard.

We got to where we would swim in public pools, going into the corner of a deep end. She would blow bubbles for me until I got really hard. Then she would try to suck me off underwater before someone got close enough to spot what we were doing.

One day we went to a pool in the morning hours when we had it mostly to ourselves. She snuggled right up to me and kissed me. Then she told me, “Now I want you to drown me.”

I playfully pushed her down into the water. She looked right up at me with what looked like fear in her eyes as she released her air. Then she started hitching and jerking around.

I thought she was really drowning, and I hastily pulled her back up. She grinned at me as she gasped for breath. “You should have seen the look on your face while I was ‘drowning’. You looked so excited and your cock was so hard. Now drown me again.”

She got a big breath before I pushed down on her shoulders again. She went right down, struggling and thrashing about. But she never once tried to knock my arms away from pushing her down.

She went into those sexy spasms again as she coughed up bubbles. Then she went limp in my grasp. I kept her down for a few moments. Then I panicked and pulled her back up.

We popped up where we both gasped for breath. She was just fine. “Let’s do it again,” she told me coyly.

She looked around to see we had that corner of the deep end all to ourselves. The nearest swimmer was clear across the pool sitting in the shallow end. Then she went under and pulled my suit down off my legs.

My hard cock sprang free. Then she gave it a tug as she declared, “Now drown me like you mean it.”

I popped her top, deciding what was good for the goose, you know? Then I pushed her under. Down she went, bubbling and wriggling about like she wanted out of my grasp (although she certainly wasn’t trying very hard).

She released a ton of sexy bubbles as she pleaded at me with her eyes. But I suddenly wasn’t sure if she was pleading for me to drown her or for me to haul her back up. I chose the former.

We went all the way to the bottom where she put on this incredible show. She coughed up this sexy burst of bubbles which triggered my climax. My cock spurted into the water as she settled onto her back ‘with her lungs flooded’.

I stared at her in amazement. Then she grinned at me. She grabbed her top and I grabbed my bottoms before the two of us returned to the surface.

“I’m glad you shot your load while I was drowning,” she giggled. “You have no idea how hard I came. We’re going to have to do that again.”

For the next several weeks we enjoyed playing those ‘drowning’ games in public pools whenever we had the deep end to ourselves. Sometimes we took a chance when someone might be close enough to see us. That just made it all the more erotic.

One night we snuck out to a pool after hours when it was dark. Jynx had wanted to, and I couldn’t tell her no despite my urges against breaking and entering. She tried to reassure me we were only going for a sexy swim on a hot, muggy night for some drowning games.

All we had was a little moonlight as we ditched our suits in the water. She went right to the bottom where she started blowing bubbles up at me. Then she rose to the surface with this knowing look in her eyes.

“Drown me! You know you want to.” And with that I pushed her down into the water.

My cock got hard; her nipples became quite erect; and she released a ton of bubbles. We went all the way to the bottom until I pushed her flat on her back. With no air in her lungs it was easy for her to remain on the bottom.

She had this blissful look on her face as she hitched and shuddered. Then she went limp. That’s when I hauled her ass back to the surface.

When we popped up she panted, “Gawd; I came so hard! You look like you were close too.”

“I WAS close.”

“Then I want you to drown me, baby! Push me down and drown me! Leave me there and I’ll come back up.”

“Drown, bitch!”

“YES!” and she glubbed as I pushed her down.

She thrashed about in my grasp, losing those sexy bubbles as I forced her to the bottom. Then she began hitching again, looking for all the world like she was vomiting at the bottom of the pool. It was so sexy the way she coughed up bubbles.

My cock almost went off as I headed for the surface. She released what little air she had left as she came up to me. She panted, “That orgasm was even more intense!” Then she gave me an accusing look.

“You didn’t cum?”

“I guess I was saving it.”

“Saving it for when I drown for you this last time?”

“Yeah.”

She reached out and stroked me. Then she whispered into my ear, “Now I really want you to drown me. Do it like you fucking mean it. Drown me and spurt your load in the water. Tell me you’re going to drown me and mean it!”

“You fucking bitch! Now I’m going to drown your fucking ass!”

“Ohgawd; do it!”

I pushed her down toward the bottom, my cock hard and throbbing. Almost immediately she gurgled in my grasp. This time her thrashing seemed incredibly realistic.

I was so turned on that I forced her all the way to the bottom. She coughed and gurgled, her body hitching like crazy. That’s when my cock went off as I spurted load after load into the water.

She settled down until she stared upward with unseeing eyes, a blissful look in her expression. A couple of sexy stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. I moaned before I headed for the surface, my own lungs empty.

I popped up gasping for breath. But Jynx never moved. She stayed like that on the bottom while looking up at me.

What the hell??

I shot down and swam right for her. I scooped her up in my arms and tried to haul her to the surface. She felt so heavy in my grasp!

I got her up and worked her out of the water. I tried doing CPR on her, but there was no response. I was heartbroken.

I called the paramedics and they came and tried to work on her. But she was gone. I told them what had happened and planned on accepting my punishment. But I guess they decided losing my girlfriend in a crazy after-hours pool stunt was punishment enough.

At the funeral I ran into her friend Diane. She saw how devastated I was and told me not to be affected by it. Then she took me aside for a private chat.

“I was talking to Jynx a few days before the drowning. She told me she was going to get you to drown her for real. She said she wanted to have a huge orgasm and that she wanted you to enjoy her final moments.”

I asked her why she did it, and she told me she didn’t really know. “I wanted to stop her, but she said she was going to do it anyway. She once told me she was going to go drown herself somewhere all alone so she wouldn’t be interrupted. Then she told me she met you. That’s when she decided she was going to try to drown for you and you alone. I don’t think she would want you to be devastated over it. And I think she would want you to go on enjoying the water.”

That sort of helped me get on with life. Somehow I was able to put it behind me. Eventually I learned to forgive myself, knowing she would have wanted it that way since it was her decision.

But sometimes she visits me in my dreams. She comes up to me naked in a pool with people all around. Then she gasps, “Drown me! Do it like you mean it!” And all around us I hear swimmers telling me to drown the whore.

I usually blurt out, “Drown, you fucking bitch!” She always gasps “YES!” Then I force her to the bottom of the pool where she thrashes about while gurgling her life away.

I always cream myself whenever that happens. Maybe it’s because in my dream we’re always surrounded by all sorts of people egging me on to drown her. And at the height of her spasms and convulsions I see guys’ cocks spurting as women eagerly rub their pussies, all of them underwater holding their breath while watching us.

(Dec 30 ’17)

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Halal Slaughter 4.3 (12)

an edited repost from years ago

Part 1

Even now Dorothy didn’t know why she’d agreed to go through with it. The man on the Internet had described it in perfectly ghastly detail. And yet it had given her the erotic shakes something fierce.

Alisher Khan had come across to her in a rather sympathetic manner, telling her it wouldn’t take long and that it wouldn’t hurt much. He’d told her he would do it humanely, if you could even call such a grisly act humane. It was something more suited to cattle or wild game than it was to any human being. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He told her he could give her drugs to ease the pain at the final moment. But he said the drugs would probably hamper any orgasm she might have, although she would no doubt piss herself during the moment of truth. Dorothy told him she wanted the full experience and would probably ride it out without any drugs.

He gave her every chance to back out, telling her he could easily find someone else to replace her if she chose not to give her consent. That’s when she’d watched herself type the words, “Don’t give this to anyone else, love. You’ve got me all worked up. I’ll be there with bells on.”

Now she found herself sitting there staring at her computer screen, wondering if she’d gone stark raving mad. Had she given her consent because she was jealous he might get some other woman to go through with it? Or was it something much deeper, some dark fantasy far more lethal than anything she’d ever considered before?

It was impossible to sleep that night. She kept imagining herself at the crucial moment, cumming up a storm as her bladder gave way. It was crazy – she was a bloody fool for even considering it! And yet she felt like now she couldn’t back out. After all, she’d told him she would be there.

She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy the moment her friend appeared at her door the next day. Dottie instantly tried to put on her best face, hoping to get past her visit with Lindsey without giving up her deep, dark secret. For some reason Lindsey always seemed to know when she was up to something particularly kinky.

“What brings you to my humble abode?” Dorothy asked, trying to act casual. Lindsey simply eyed her dubiously.

“You can cut the crap, Dottie. I know something’s up with you. I don’t know how, but I always know. It’s like I can feel it in the air or something. So what did you get yourself into this time?”

“What makes you think I’m into something?” Dorothy asked innocently.

“Don’t try to con me, love. I woke up this morning and just had this gut feeling. But now that I’m here I can see it in your face.”

“You always were the suspicious one,” Dottie remarked, trying to downplay it. But she already knew in her heart she wasn’t going to be able to hide this one from her friend.

“I have every right to be suspicious about you and your kinks, you silly bitch. The last time you had that look on your face you allowed that guy to take you to his pool and dunk the shit out of you. As I recall, you ended up half-drowned, remember? I’ll bet you still get the erotic shakes remembering how that bloke nearly drowned you.”

Dottie’s face flushed crimson as memories of that intensely erotic event filled her mind. Almost immediately she could feel her pussy moisten. She thought she could even feel a faint strain in her lungs as she remembered how long he’d made her hold her breath until the air had burst out of her mouth. She was getting all turned on just remembering the bloody event, even though it had happened some time ago.

“See?” Lindsey crowed triumphantly, pointing right at her. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you, you silly bitch! And the time before that you hired that guy to strap you down to your caning horse. Somehow I knew you were up to something that time as well before you even gave in to him. You told me afterwards how he caned you within an inch of your kinky life and that you’d passed out on that bloody horse from one orgasm after another.” Now Dorothy was really embarrassed.

“So what is it this time?” Lindsey wanted to know. “Firing squad? Don’t tell me you found someone with a working guillotine. Did someone talk you into burning at the stake along the coast?”

Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat. Lindsey always knew how to tease her… how to get her motor running. At least she could truthfully tell her it was none of the things she’d mentioned.

“It’s nothing, hun; nothing at all. It’s just that I…”

She felt her heart rate increase dramatically as she thought again about where she would be going. There was no use trying to deceive her friend. In a trembling voice she told her, “I do have to take a little trip tomorrow.”

Gawd! Why the hell was she so breathless right now??

“AHA!” Lindsey crowed again. “I KNEW it! You ARE up to something, you silly bitch! What are you up to this time?”

“It’s nothing,” Dorothy sputtered much too quickly. “It’s just a trip I’ve got to take is all.”

Lindsey wasn’t buying it for a second. “Unh hunh! Mind telling me where you’re going, love?”

Dorothy was certain Lindsey would have her committed if she knew. “If I told you, you’d try to talk me out of it.”

Now she was trembling like a leaf. She couldn’t stop thinking about where she was going and what was going to happen to her. She was dripping from a shameful arousal right in front of her friend.

Lindsey looked at her closely as though peering right into her soul. “Bloody hell, love. I can tell this one’s really got you all worked up. You look like you’ve been cumming all day long.”

Dorothy blushed again, knowing her friend wasn’t that far off. “I, uh… it HAS been a long day.”

Lindsey snorted, “I’ll BET it has, you silly bitch! That good, is it? So what’s it going to be this time? What’s it going to be that requires you to fly out of the country? I assume you ARE flying out of the country; aren’t you, love?”

“Yes, I’m flying out,” Dorothy admitted, her body trembling like mad. There really was no use hiding it from her. Lindsey was going to find out one way or the other.

“So what’s it going to be?” her friend persisted. “Burning at the stake? Cement shoes in somebody’s backyard pool? Does he want to take your bloody head off? What’s he going to do to you, you silly bitch?”

For the moment there was no way she was telling Lindsey about her plans. All she could do was sputter, “You, uh… you don’t want to know.”

Dorothy couldn’t get the image out of her mind, the word picture he’d described of her final moments in such vivid detail. It sounded horribly graphic. She still didn’t know why she’d given her consent.

Lindsey frowned, intently studying her friend’s face for anything that might give her a clue as to what the crazy bitch might be up to. Then she sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Maybe I’d better tag along on this one, love.”

Dorothy looked at her and gulped nervously. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea allowing Lindsey to come along with her. After all, she’d given the guy her consent. Once she found out, her friend would no doubt try to talk her out of it.

But what if she chose not to interfere? What if Lindsey went along and calmly watched it all happen like an impartial observer? Hell, what if she actually got off on it??

The thought of Lindsey getting turned on watching what he was going to do to her gave Dorothy an erotic rush. Her knees almost buckled underneath her. Then she gave it a little more thought.

What if he decided to do Lindsey as well? That thought was particularly unsettling. But oddly it was terribly erotic imagining him doing her friend right after he’d done her.

Dorothy took a deep breath. Then she told her, “I really don’t think you want to be coming along.”

Lindsey was suddenly adamant. “What? And miss all the fun? You deserve a good caning, love, just for getting yourself all worked up like this. Whatever he’s going to do to you must be something special if it’s got your liver in such a quiver. I really think I should be there when it happens; don’t you? If it’s got you this bloody excited, I just might want to consider joining in on all the fun.”

“Trust me; you don’t want in on this one.” But she was already having arousing mental images of what might happen to her friend if she got all caught up in it as well. What the hell had she been drinking to consent to such a crazy proposition??

Lindsey was highly suspicious and wasn’t about to back down. That’s when she put her foot down. “I’m tagging along on this one, love, whether you like it or not, ok?”

Dorothy exhaled heavily. There was no way of saying no to her friend, not when she was this determined. “All right – all right; you can tag along. But I’m doing this all by myself; ok? Trust me on this. At least you’ll be there to watch me when it happens. You’ll probably get a kick out of it, telling me it serves me right.”

Lindsey grinned at her. “You definitely are a kinky one, you silly bitch. Now tell me where we’re flying off to.”

Dorothy took a deep breath before telling her the crazy news. “Islamabad, Lindsey. Tomorrow we’re flying off to Islamabad.”

The mental image of what was going to happen to her returned in a rush. Dorothy could not help trembling noticeably. Lindsey was understandably shocked.

“Islamabad?? Bloody hell, love! What the hell did you get yourself into this time??”

Dorothy had to make preparations before they left for the airport. So she shaved her pubes, put her blonde hair up into a pony tail and then picked out a nice dress to wear along with some nice earrings. She also urinated a couple of times, both from her fear and from an intense arousal.

Now that she was on the plane in midair, Dorothy’s head was in another world. She’d nearly orgasmed when they’d stepped on board. She simply couldn’t stop thinking about it… and she couldn’t stop trembling. Even with her friend tagging along she didn’t think she could make herself put a stop to it.

What was she thinking when she’d accepted his proposal? Was she insane? Was having the orgasm to end all orgasms worth the price she was about to pay??

She really had no idea. But she had to admit she was thankful for her Lindsey’s presence. It had a calming effect on her… that is, until her mind would drift once again to what she mentally pictured would happen to her at that fateful moment.

During the flight Lindsey tried several times to get the truth out of her. But Dorothy’s lips remained sealed. She simply couldn’t risk sharing with her friend what was going to happen to her until the very end when it would be too late. Otherwise she was sure Lindsey would try to talk her out of it.

The problem was: at this point she didn’t know if she even could be talked out of it! She kept reminding herself how she’d given her consent. Thus, he was supposedly waiting for her at the airport. She felt like she had to keep her word regardless of the consequences.

Dorothy had been in a constant state of arousal ever since her last chat with him over the Internet. The fact she was soon going to give her life away only intensified her feelings. Even with the comforting presence of Lindsey sitting next to her she still couldn’t help herself.

Lindsey had been right of course. Somehow her friend always seemed to know when something big was up or when she was about to engage in some particularly kinky play. Lindsey could read her like a book. Dottie sighed, realizing it shouldn’t have been all that surprising for her to show up at her door unexpectedly, much less deciding to accompany her.

So what would happen once they arrived at their destination? Would Lindsey put up a protest? Or would she calmly sit back and watch, giving in to her friend’s crazy desires by witnessing her final moments?

Would she get off on it? Would Lindsey gleefully watch her get what she had coming to her? Dorothy shuddered from a terrible arousal. But she was also experiencing a gnawing dread as she now experienced the last few hours of her life.

‘But what about Lindsey?’ she wondered uncertainly. ‘What if he decided he couldn’t allow any witnesses? What if he tied up her friend and did the same thing to her? What if Lindsey was so aroused that she volunteered to go next? Bloody hell; was that even possible??’

Dorothy gasped and trembled, getting the shakes something fierce. Now she was imagining Alisher Khan doing Lindsey as well. Wouldn’t it be terribly erotic watching him do her friend first?? Bloody hell; this was insanity!

Dorothy sighed as she reclined in her seat. Lindsey gave her a dubious look before shaking her head and sighing heavily. “That bad; eh, you silly bitch? Something tells me I’m going to get far more than I bargained for by tagging along on this crazy venture of yours.”

Dorothy looked back at her before smiling sheepishly. She was in too deep now. All she could do was play it out and see what would happen once they arrived at their destination.

Her Internet contact was waiting for them at the airport when they landed in Pakistan. The minute she saw his familiar Arab features from the pictures he sent, both her fear and arousal intensified exponentially. He bowed as he greeted her, telling her everything was ready.

He looked alarmed when she motioned at her companion. “This is my friend Lindsey,” Dorothy explained in a trembling voice. “She insisted on coming.”

“I see,” he responded carefully. “Is she also going to…?”

“No, she’s not,” Dorothy told him quickly. “She’s just here to observe.”

“The hell I am!” Lindsey spoke up indignantly. “I’m in this up to my eyeballs now, love! Whatever you do to Dottie, you’re also doing to me! Understand?”

He looked at her with a knowing smile before nodding agreeably. Dorothy’s eyes flew open in horror. “No!” she squawked in a quivering voice, her arousal intensifying. “Not this time! You don’t understand!” But Lindsey was adamant.

“I’ve come this far, love. I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on all the fun! If you’re this bloody riled up, that means it’s got to be good.”

“No!” Dottie gasped again, shaking her head.

The Arab lifted up a hand to silence them. “It is ok,” he declared solemnly. “She can change her mind once we reach our destination.”

Dottie looked at him and nodded. But she saw a look of sheer determination on the face of her friend. Now she was really worked up, her body trembling from an insane arousal. Was Lindsey really going to take part once she found out what was going to happen to her??

Part 2

Dorothy became anxious the longer it took them to drive up into the hills. They both sat quietly in the back seat of his American Continental. It was a vehicle he had thoughtfully arranged so they could ride in comfort.

The two friends sat quietly, both deep in thought. Dorothy was the more fidgety of the two. She couldn’t help wondering what was going through Lindsey’s mind at that very moment.

She had to keep telling herself this was really going to happen. He’d told her the trip would only take 40 minutes. She would be dead in less than an hour. She was so terribly excited that her body almost felt like it was one gigantic orgasm in progress.

Lindsey looked at her and shook her head, rolling her eyes with amusement. Obviously the coming attraction had to be extra special to have Dottie so utterly distracted, and so obviously worked up. If it was going to be that good, she definitely wanted to take part.

This whole bloody thing was crazy as hell.  Dorothy much kinkier than she could ever be for herself. But she wasn’t without a few kinks of her own.

Time became precious to Dorothy as it raced toward her doom. Low moans kept bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her, forcing her to try to swallow them back down. Lindsey kept turning to look at her, only to shake her head in resignation. Stupid, silly bitch!

When Alisher pulled off the dirt road, Dorothy let out a low moan. She trembled like crazy as her friend looked all around. Lindsey was both confused and unnerved. There didn’t seem to be anything here!

“We will walk from here, ladies,” Alisher told them from the front seat. “It is not far. I have water for you both.”

He passed two bottles back to them. Each one gratefully accepted, gulping much of the liquid down. Then all three got out of the vehicle and began the hike into the hills.

It only took about ten minutes before they descended down into a small gully that was hidden from prying eyes. The friends saw what looked like a small encampment with a single pitched tent. Almost immediately Dorothy began hyperventilating.

“We have arrived,” he said plainly. Then he looked at Dorothy who was trembling violently. “Do you wish to wear that outfit you are in? Or would you like to be naked?”

Dorothy looked all around in horror, realizing she was about to die in this very spot. She blinked at him and then numbly started to strip. The entire time she could hear her mind screaming, “THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! I’M REALLY HERE! I’M ABOUT TO DIE RIGHT HERE! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??”

Lindsey looked at her friend as though she was crazy. You’re stripping, love? Under this sun?? You’re going to burn yourself, you silly bitch!”

Dorothy moaned softly as she mechanically removed all her attire. Lindsey sighed as she shook her head. ‘When in Rome…’ she thought as she too began stripping out of her clothes.

“Silly bitch!” Lindsey muttered under her breath. “Ok, love! I’ll go along with you on this one, ok? But believe you me: this is the last time I get involved in one of your kinky plays; got it?”

Dorothy looked at her in astonishment. It was obvious she still didn’t understand. Dottie was so excited she thought she was going to orgasm right then and there. Her chest heaved as her heart raced.

For the life of her Lindsey simply couldn’t imagine what had gotten her friend all riled up. She had an uneasy feeling about all this. But she had already dismissed one disturbing thought as being far too unlikely.

Actually, she’d dismissed it ever since they’d taken the cab to the airport. She’d even tried to dismiss it on the plane. Now she began to feel a strange sense of foreboding as she neatly folded her clothes and added them to Dorothy’s pile.

While they undressed their host walked to the tent and appeared to rummage around inside. They were both naked when he returned with brown tape. Immediately he went to work binding their wrists behind their backs.

“Bondage, ah?” Lindsey said to her friend with an amused little smile. “Kinky… I should have guessed.” But something didn’t feel right. She was becoming more unnerved by the moment.

Dorothy wanted to say something to her friend about what was going to happen to them next. She wanted to say her goodbyes. Dorothy wanted to tell the truth about what she’d gotten them into.

Hell, she even wanted to apologize! But she was numb with fear and arousal. She couldn’t speak as her vocal chords had locked up on her.

The Arab pushed Dorothy onto her knees and then onto her stomach, facing downhill. “Hey!” Lindsey gasped in alarm when she saw what he was doing to her friend. “Is this really necessary?”

“Do not be alarmed,” he explained calmly. “It will be all right; I assure you.”

She looked at him dubiously, watching as he taped her friend’s ankles and knees together. Dorothy was left virtually hogtied and vulnerable, whimpering pitifully. “That’s a good look for you, love,” she tried to chuckle, even as alarm bells started going off in her head.

When he was finished with Dorothy he turned to her and grabbed her. He forced her down onto her knees and then onto her stomach as well. “What happens next, Dottie?” she asked, suddenly feeling a lot more anxious.

Lindsey tried a little humor to feel less apprehensive. “This is a good position for caning, I suppose. I hope he canes you really hard. You bloody well deserve it, you silly bitch. But I’ll just take a spanking; thank you very much.” The horrified look in her friend’s eyes only left her feeling even more alarmed.

Lindsey had her ankles and knees taped together just like he’d done to Dottie. “This is crazy, love,” she murmured at her friend. Dorothy just stared at her in shock, her mouth opening and closing, yet still unable to make any words come out.

“We are ready,” the Arab announced solemnly. “I will now retrieve the daggers.”

Dorothy inhaled sharply as he headed for the tent. She writhed and whimpered from a mixture of terror as well as an intense sexual excitement.

Lindsey looked over at her in alarm, her heart rate spiking. “Dottie, did he say ‘daggers’? What the hell haven’t you told me, love? Daggers??”

Dorothy was frozen with fear. Her life was about to end in mere moments. And now so was Lindsey’s.

Alisher Khan returned and ceremonially placed two curved daggers upon the sandy soil in front of the heads of both women. “BLOODY HELL!” Lindsey exclaimed as extreme fear gripped her heart. “DOTTIE, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING??”

“You do not know?” he asked, looking at Dorothy in surprise. “She did not tell you? Then I will explain so that you will understand.”

He climbed on Lindsey’s back and straddled her, causing her to writhe and whimper anxiously. He took up the dagger and held it in front of her face. Then he began to speak slowly, talking to her as though calmly explaining the procedure to a child…

“This is Halal slaughter, the proper method of slaughtering animals for food. I will now cut your throat from ear to ear. This will sever your food pipe, your wind pipe and your two jugular veins. But I will not sever your spine as this would cause heart attack.”

“The cut will be very painful, but the pain will last only a few seconds before you lose consciousness. I will butcher you both and then eat you. Then we shall all become immortal together.”

Lindsey was horrified as she started to tremble. “Halal slaughter??!! BLOODY HELL!”

She began hyperventilating like crazy, staring at her friend in complete and utter shock. “DOTTIE, IS HE REALLY GOING TO KILL US AND EAT US?? BLOODY HELL, LOVE! IS THIS WHAT YOU AGREED TO?? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??!!”

She was almost in hysterics. All Dorothy could do was pant heavily, her eyes wide in horrific arousal. It was much too late to change anything now.

The Arab gently patted Lindsey on the head as though patting the head of a child. Then he grabbed her by a handful of hair. He calmly pulled her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat before bringing the dagger up against it.

“It is ok if you orgasm and pee,” he explained gently. “It will make the blood pump faster. It is no good for the body to be filled with blood. There are many germs in blood.”

Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to find the words. Her mind simply could not fathom what was happening to her. This had to be some horrific nightmare!

In one swift motion he brought the blade across her neck. It easily cut right through her throat as he declared, “Praise Allah!” Lindsey barely started to cry out before her voice was silenced forever…

“DOTTIE, DO SUH-AAURUGGURUGLRUGLUGLUGGLU!”

Blood shot out of her neck in a thick stream. The flow pumped furiously out of her body as her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes flew open in shock, her lips moving as she attempted to communicate.

Alisher Khan did not sever her spine. Thus, it allowed Lindsey’s heart to keep beating. It rapidly pumped the life’s blood out of her severed neck.

Her naked body instinctively bucked and twisted underneath him for several agonizing seconds. Lindsey was all caught up in a violent orgasm as her bladder released. But he was not distracted from his task in the slightest.

He kept her head tipped back for several seconds. The stream of blood lessened. It flowed downhill away from her, just as he had planned.

Her expression sagged as the pain finally took away her consciousness. Then the lack of blood and oxygen to her brain took away her life. Her dying heart continued to pump her dry.

Dorothy stared in utter horror as it swelled inside her. A moment later she promptly wet herself as the fear made her climax intensely. This would be her fate within the next few moments.

She moaned weakly, her mouth open in a silent scream. But she was unable to find her voice. Despite all her preparations and foreknowledge, it was far worse than she could have possibly imagined.

There was nothing cruel in Alisher’s posture. He simply appeared to be doing his work. But Dorothy’s mind was screaming now…LINDSEY! OHBLOODYHELL; LINDSEY! HE’S REALLY SLAUGHTERED YOU! AND NOW I’M NEXT!

Alisher gently lowered Lindsey’s head as though treating her with care. He carefully placed the bloody dagger upon the ground. Then he calmly rose up.

He moved and stood over Dorothy, causing her to gasp in horror. He lowered himself upon her, straddling her to keep her from writhing around. He sounded compassionate as he spoke to her.

“Do you understand now, Dorothy? I was merciful; it happened very fast. Now it is your turn. It was good I brought a second dagger. I do not wish to defile you with a soiled blade from a previous slaughter.”

He grabbed her by a handful of hair before pulling her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat. Dorothy panted heavily, her chest heaving as she whimpered and moaned. She could not find her voice to scream.

Alisher calmly picked up the dagger. Then he brought it against her neck. Dorothy inhaled sharply as he declared, “Praise Allah.”

Dorothy promptly wet herself as she climaxed so very, very hard. Her mind screamed, “BLOODY HELL, NOOOOOOOOO!” Then the blade cut deeply across her throat.

Her eyes flew open as she gurgled her life’s blood away. Her breath hissed out through her severed windpipe. Blood poured onto the ground, flowing downhill away from her as he had so carefully arranged.

Dorothy was aware of her bladder emptying itself. Her body shuddered from an orgasm so incredibly intense. Then her life flashed before her eyes.

Her senses began to diminish due to her brain’s lack of blood and oxygen. For a few seconds she found herself in the midst of a hallucination. Strangely she was back home in her basement, strapped down to her spanking horse.

Lindsey had the cane in her hand and was all but furious with her. “This is what you get for getting us killed, you silly, stupid bitch!” Then her friend started caning the shit out of her.

The last thing she heard were the screams in her mind. The last thing she felt was a fire on her bum as well as what felt like an orgasm to end all orgasms. Then everything went black, the darkness of oblivion…

Alisher gently lowered Dorothy’s head, taking a few moments to admire the look on her face. “You and your friend died well,” he told her. Then he placed the dagger upon the ground as he had done the other one, careful to keep the blade elevated so as not to touch the soil.

Dorothy’s corpse was gently spasming as he got up. Alisher went into the tent and retrieved a couple sheets of plastic as well as some water for his hands. He returned and carefully laid out the sheets upon the ground.

He rolled Lindsey’s naked body onto one sheet onto her back. She stared upward with lifeless eyes, her mouth gaping in shock. She had been an unexpected bonus.

He rolled Dorothy onto her back on the other. Her naked corpse was barely twitching now. It was time to complete the work.

He started by finishing the task on both heads. First, he severed Lindsey’s spinal column before pulling her tongue down through her neck and severing it. Then he set her head upright as though she might want to observe his handiwork.

Dorothy’s head was next; her spinal cord severed. Then her tongue was pulled down through the neck and cut off. “You may want to observe,” he told her.

He propped her head up so her sightless eyes could view his handiwork. He cut off Lindsey’s hands and feet, setting them aside on a corner of the sheet. Then he cut her arms and legs in three places, also setting them aside. Finally he cut her open from her breastbone down to her pubic area.

He carefully removed all of her entrails, setting aside her liver. He cut off her nipples, saving those. Then he cut off the fatty tissue of her breasts, intending them for disposal.

Next he turned his attention to Dorothy. He washed his hands of Lindsey’s blood before cutting off her friend’s hands and legs. He removed her nipples and breasts the same way before gutting her.

He neatly set aside all the meaty parts. Then he retrieved some wrapping paper to preserve the edible material. Lastly he retrieved a spade from his tent.

He proceeded to dig a large hole. In it he threw what was not useable from both women. Into the hole went the hands, feet, breasts and other body parts.

He tossed their clothes in along with the entrails of both friends. Then he carefully took both heads. He lovingly set them into the hole he had dug so they were facing each other.

He could tell they had loved each other in life. Now he wanted them to face each other forever in the afterlife. When that was completed, he filled in the hole.

He quickly gathered up the wrapped meat and put it into a cooler he’d brought along. Then he carried the cooler along with several other items back to the car. It took several trips until there was no sign of the campsite other than the blood staining the ground. That would wash away come the next rains.

He got into his car and drove home. Then he put the meat away except for the nipples and livers of both women. These he cooked and ate so he could feel at one with them both.

Now he was a satisfied man. They would all be immortal together. He had fulfilled Dorothy’s greatest fantasy.

He was certain she had orgasmed intensely while watching her friend die before her. And he was fairly certain she had orgasmed again at the moment of her death. They would all meet again in the afterlife where they would share with him their experience of being halal slaughtered at his hands.

2012; 2020 (written for Dorothy and Lindsey Feb 3 ’12; ed. Jan 22 ‘20 by riwa)

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Sasha 4.3 (19)

I had reached the end of my time with Mistress. It had been a nice, long run. But she had finally grown tired of me. I think it was the younger girls she’d brought in that were distracting her from spending more time with me.

I missed our time together and her erotic abuse. The orgasms she’d forced upon me were incredible. I would have given anything to have regained her attention. But it was not to be, not with her spending time with those younger bitches.

When she told me it was time to go, she gave me my choice of erotic demises. What I missed most were our times together in the water. So I told her I wanted her to drown me.

As soon as I’d said it, she perked right up. I knew then I’d gotten her attention. She loved abusing bitches in the water.

It was her favorite way of torturing a girl. And I knew she loved drowning them most of all. So I’d chosen for her to enjoy our last moment together by her drowning me.

That afternoon I found myself tied up and helpless in her fishtank. She loved to call it her “tank of sexy bubbles”. I called it her “underwater torture tank” as the orgasms I received in it were exquisite torture.

When she got in with me I saw she’d put on her strap-on. That meant I was going to get an underwater fucking. Did she want me to cum as I drowned?

She savagely dunked me a few times; oh, how she dunked me! It scared me as it always did. But it also gave me such an erotic thrill to be used for her sadistic purposes.

She pulled my head up, allowing me to gasp for breath. Then she lovingly caressed my hair. That’s when I realized just how much I had missed her attention.

“So this is the way you want to go?” she purred at me.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I love drowning sexy bitches, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Suck water, bitch!” and down I went.

I bubbled after having been caught off guard. She reached under and groped my tits. I moaned and bubbled some more.

She pulled me back up, allowing me to gasp for breath again. “You know I’m looking forward to drowning your sweet ass; right?” Then she pulled me over backward, taking me down on top of her.

I struggled in her grasp, knowing how much it turned her on. I tried to hold my breath. But my heart was pounding a mile a minute from my fear and arousal.

I felt the dildo in the small of my back as she made me hold my breath. She is much better at breath-holding than I. I knew I could drown if she decided to keep me down long enough. But I suspected she didn’t want to drown me without first allowing me to feel the strap-on.

She let me back up and I came up gasping. Then she forced me back down on my knees, her hand grabbing onto my hair again as I bubbled helplessly. Up at the surface I heard her gasp, “You wanna get fucked, Sasha?”

I bubbled and nodded. My response was not satisfactory. “I said ‘Do you wanna get fucked’??” I nodded and bubbled again.

She let me up and I came up gasping. Then she worked herself around in front of me. “Get my cock, ready!” and she pulled my head down.

She forced it between my lips and fucked my mouth hard. I gagged up bubbles as she hit the back of my throat. “Do you want to drown for me, Sasha?” I grunted and nodded with a mouthful of “cock”.

She pulled me up for a quick gasp for breath before pulling me right back down. My heart was going a mile a minute. I was growing more fearful, even as my arousal intensified.

She gagged me with her “cock” several times before letting me up to catch my breath. I gasped loudly, panting like crazy. I could tell by her erect nipples as well as the look in her eyes just how turned on she was. It had been too long.

She turned me around and forced my head back down. “Shall I fuck you as you drown, Sasha?” I bubbled as I nodded. “I said ‘Shall I fuck you as I drown you’?” I nodded as I bubbled again.

My head was still being forced underwater when I felt her push it inside me. Then she really started ramming me with it. I cried out with fear and excitement, bubbling like crazy.

She pulled my head up out of the water, reaching around to maul my tits. “Don’t you dare cum yet!” she hissed into my ear. “Now beg me to fuck your ass and drown you!” Then she forced my head back down into the water as she really fucked me hard.

“FUCK ME!” I bubbled as she thrust pleasure into my throbbing cunt with that strap-on. “FUCK ME HARD! DROWN ME, MISTRESS!” After all, her excitement was my excitement.

She pulled me up for one quick gasp for breath. Then my head was shoved back under as she fucked me hard. I bubbled as I cried out.

She pushed my lungs until I was sure she was going to drown me. But I heard her voice telling me I couldn’t cum yet. I wasn’t sure I could hold off from the fear and arousal.

Another quick breath and then back down and fucked. Another quick breath and then submerged again. I cried out as it swelled within me.

“DO YOU WANNA CUM, SASHA? DO YOU WANNA CUM?”

“YES, MISTRESS!” I cried out in a froth of bubbles. My lungs were heaving like crazy.

“CUM FOR ME, SASHA! CUM FOR ME AND SUCK WATER!”

It swelled within me until I couldn’t hold back. Then I was cumming like crazy. My lungs were on fire; I was sure I couldn’t hold my breath another second longer. Then she pulled my head up.

I came up gasping wildly for breath. The orgasm had been intense and welcome. Gawd; how I’d missed them!

“I had no idea how much I missed playing with you underwater,” Mistress told me as she panted for breath. Then she reached for the dive mask and snorkel she’d left on a nearby table. “I’m glad you chose drowning. I’m going to love watching you drown.”

“I live for your pleasure, Mistress.”

I felt an erotic jolt as she got herself ready. “Now, baby,” she told me with affection in her eyes. “Now I’m going to get off watching you drown.”

I felt another erotic jolt as she submerged. Then she grabbed my chest rope and pulled me down. I bubbled as I was hit with a surge of fear and incredible arousal.

She moaned with lust as she looked right at me. In no time at all I felt my lungs start to burn. I hadn’t gotten much of a breath. But I think she wanted it this way.

She kept me down with her as my lungs really began to ache. I saw the lust in her eyes. She was really looking forward to watching me drown.

It wasn’t long before I felt a surge of panic. I struggled violently in her grasp. But I could not escape, nor would she release me.

I heard her moan, “Yes – yes – YES!” Then my lungs gave out. My eyes flew open in horror as I started swallowing water.

Mistress went nuts… “Yes, baby; yes! Drown for me! Fuck; I’m cumming hard!” Then I was cumming right along with her as my lungs opened up.

I was cumming up a storm, but the drowning hurt like hell. Mistress screamed her orgasm as she held onto me. I shuddered one last time before going limp.

Mistress kept me down for the longest time, panting into the snorkel as she looked at my lifeless eyes. “Fuck, Sasha; that was incredible! I’m going to remember this moment for as long as I live!” Had I still been alive I would have been thankful for bringing her such pleasure.

(Aug 30 ’17)

(Inspired by pics from waterbondage.com)

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PORN sorority girl shorts 4.4 (12)

Cheryl’s erotic asphyxiation

Cheryl LaPlante was not going to make it to her 24th birthday, at least not according to anyone you talked to.

She was popular with the Pi Omicron Ro Nu fraternity boys and would do anything they wanted. That meant she would take it in her mouth, cunt or ass, depending on what presented itself. When it came to offering her services the guys all waited in line to have a go at her.

She was just as popular at her sorority. She would entertain her sorority sisters with all sorts of outlandish ideas. When it came to organizing a party with special events, Cheryl was always involved. And she would have sex with just about anyone.

She was even a hit with the teachers at City University. She worked as an assistant in more ways than one. And since she was bisexual, it made no difference as to gender. She would just as easily lick pussy as she would suck cock.

The problem with Cheryl was that she loved erotic asphyxiation. She loved having her breath cut off as it gave her some of the best orgasms of her life. It didn’t matter if a sorority sister was smothering her with her pussy or whether a fraternity brother was gagging her with his cock.

She was known to experiment with the rope on several occasions. She was usually careful enough to have a spotter in her presence. But she loved pushing the envelope. She just couldn’t get enough being strangled or suffocated to unconscious.

One Friday night several of the fraternity members had a hanging party where they noosed several sorority members. They were careful with the girls, making sure they didn’t cut off a major artery leading to accidental death. But several of the girls got to fully hang, some for as long as a minute.

Cheryl was right in the middle of all the fun. She took several turns riding one of the makeshift nooses. Each time she experienced earth-shattering orgasms, much to the delight of everyone watching.

The night finally wound down and everyone went home. Cheryl was so worn out cumming and cumming that she slept all through Saturday. She missed breakfast and lunch, barely waking up in time for dinner.

She was the talk of the meal, along with many others who had experienced the nooses. It was agreed to schedule another noose party in the not too distant future. It was all the sorority girls could talk about.

Cheryl’s best friend and roommate Lisa wanted to go hang out over at the fraternity, perhaps looking to hook up with a couple of the guys. But Cheryl was still feeling all worn out from her experience. So she declined, telling her friend they would get together on Sunday and do something fun.

That night Cheryl could not get the hanging party out of her thoughts. She was horny and eager to experience the noose again. But this time she only wanted to experience it for herself.

She knew it was best not to fully hang without a spotter. But she told herself she was only going to masturbate. So she rigged a noose up in the room she shared with Lisa.

She had to work the length several times until she got it at just the right height. Then she knelt with one leg on a coffee table as she started playing with herself. Those feelings from Friday night came back in a rush.

She groped and fondled herself as she applied pressure to the rope. Her head tipped to one side as those erotic surges intensified. When the first one hit it felt wonderful.

She wanted a couple more before turning in for the night. She lowered herself until the rope tightened deliciously around her throat. Just a little more pressure and she would get off again.

Cheryl began to sweat from her ordeal. That just made it all the more sensuous. But there was just enough moisture on the coffee table to make it slippery.

She was just coming down from the high of a second orgasm when her knee slipped. She twisted and lost her position as her knee came off the coffee table. It was just enough weight to do her in.

The rope closed off her throat in an instant. Then Cheryl was hitching and jerking, orgasming her way into oblivion. Her face turned a dark blue as she wet herself from her orgasms and from her bladder.

Her roommate found her around midnight, still noosed and naked. The entire university was saddened by her loss. The memorial service was packed.

Afterwards the sorority held a special night of remembrance for Cheryl. Lisa put on a special show for the whole house. At midnight, the time she found Cheryl, she hanged herself naked off the main stairwell as the girls cheered and applauded her decision to reunite with Cheryl.

Pledge night for Pi Omicron Ro Nu

Five sorority girls and four pledges checked into the Best Western. There was a convention in town. Much of the hotel was filled with Presbyterians.

“Ok, bitches,” Rita told them once they got into the room. She was a senior and the leader of the group. “Here’s how the night is going to end. We want all four of you bitches to roam the halls knocking on doors. See how many people you can fuck in the next 90 minutes. We want initials and room numbers. Got it?”

“But these are Presbyterians!” Hazel protested.

“I don’t care if they’re nuns! I want you four to go out and get yourself laid! Show us what you’ve got to be true Pi Omicron Ro Nu girls.”

“Each of you will take a floor,” Penelope added as she stood next to Rita. “Go through the entire floor if you have to. Get as many fucks as you can and then report back here in 90 minutes! You got that?”

They stood there looking at each other uncertainly in their tight, braless blouses and short skirts. Then they looked at her in disbelief. Was she serious? Were they really expected to go through a hotel filled with Presbyterians and find people willing to fuck them??

“Didn’t you bitches hear her?” Rita blurted out angrily. “Get fucked as many times as you can! Make sure to get initials and the room number each time you score! I want results if you expect to become PORN girls! Now scram, bitches!”

Louise was waiting for them by the door. Each one was given a floor assignment along with paper and pencil. Then they were gone.

“So what do we do while we wait?” Joyce wanted to know after they had left.

“Simple,” Rita replied with a grin. “We go down to the pool and cool off. Maybe we’ll get lucky while we’re down there. Or maybe we’ll just have some fun amongst ourselves.”

All five trooped out the door. They made their way down to the pool where they went inside and stripped naked. Then they got into the water where they started laughing and having a ball.

At one point a couple of families came down to use the pool. The mothers gave the naked women stern looks. But when the PORN girls refused to get dressed, the mothers took their families back to their rooms in a huff. Rita just laughed as the girls splashed around while making out with each other.

After an hour they returned to the room. It wasn’t long until the pledges started checking in. Noreen was back ten minutes early. Hazel and Ellie checked in right on time. Tanya was five minutes late.

“What kept you?” Rita growled at the late arrival, a freshmen pledge standing five foot six with short, black hair and medium sized tits.

“Couldn’t be helped,” Tanya replied as she handed over her paper. There was an air about her as though becoming a sorority sister was already a foregone conclusion.

“Fine, bitch. We’ll start with you then. Tell us what happened.”

“I had five rejections,” Tanya replied as though it was no big deal. “But I fucked a younger man in one room and an older man in another. Then I had sex with a single woman who turned out to be a former sorority girl. That one was a blast.”

“What about this last one with two sets of initials?” Rita asked, Penelope looked at the paper curiously.

“That was a father/son combo,” she explained. “I told them I was pledging for Pi Omicron Ro Nu and was there to get laid. The father told me he always wanted to fuck a Pi Omicron Ro Nu girl. Then he encouraged his son to have a go at me. That’s why I was late getting back. I was fucking the son when the father wanted another blowjob. So I got spitted in both ends.”

“Lucky bitch,” Joyce observed as she stood with Louise and Roberta.

“Were they Presbyterians?” Penelope asked with amusement.

“I didn’t ask and they didn’t tell me. But I got the impression they all were. I saw stuff lying around in their rooms that made me think they’d been to some meetings.”

“I say she’s in,” Roberta offered. “Anyone who can fuck so many Presbyterians like that is ok in my book.”

“She’ll be in all right,” Rita agreed with a nod, “just as soon as we can confirm her story.” Then she handed the slip of paper to Louise, telling her “Call the rooms and make sure the bitch isn’t lying to us.”

“Right away,” the sorority girl said as she took the paper and headed off to the next room with her iPhone. Hazel suddenly looked uncomfortable as she started to fidget.

“What about you?” Rita asked Ellie. Ellie had brown hair down past the middle of her back. She was attractive, with nice, large tits the guys at the fraternity would drool over. She was a little taller than Tanya.

“I got several rejections before I ran into a room with an elderly couple. I guess the wife wasn’t giving him sex anymore. But she said I could fuck him if I wanted. He certainly seemed happy about it. So I fucked him twice.”

Rita scowled. “Is that all? Anyone else?”

“Well, there was this couple down the hall with their teen daughter. I told them I was pledging for Pi Omicron Ro Nu and they invited me in. The mother wants the daughter to go to City University and join our sorority.”

“Anyway I told them I was a pledge and was trying to get into the sorority. The mother wanted to help me out. So she let me fuck her husband while she made the daughter watch and take notes.”

“Afterwards I licked the mother out for quite a while before she returned the favor. Then she instructed the daughter and I to get it on just to see what she had learned. I got both women off a couple of times before going back and fucking the father once more. Then I saw it was getting late, so I came back to the room.”

“You fucked four people then?” Penelope queried.

“Sure did.”

“She shows promise,” Roberta observed with a lewd smile.

Louise returned with the paper. Rita gave her a look. “Well?”

“Her story checks out. If it was up to me I’d say she’s in.”

“You’re in, Tanya,” Penelope told her, only to pause and look at Rita. But with a nod from their leader she felt relieved she had not abused her position by admitting her into the sorority prematurely.

Rita took another paper and handed it to Louise. “Now go check on Ellie’s fucks. Make sure she’s telling the truth.” Louise took the paper and disappeared into the next room.

“What about you?” Rita asked Noreen. Noreen was a blonde with average sized tits who was the same height as Tanya.

I got a single man who must have been in his fifties. I think he was glad for the fuck. Then I got a husband and wife. The wife was a former sorority girl who was happy to help me with my pledge to get into the sorority. So I fucked her first and then I fucked the husband. Then I fucked her again. She and I sixty-nined until I came two or three times.”

“That all?” Rita asked sourly. “I see another set of initials here.

“I don’t know what that bitch’s problem was. The guy wanted sex, but she wouldn’t give it to him. She didn’t want me to give it to him either. I told her I was probably a better lay than she was. Well, that must have pissed her off because she told me to go right ahead and fuck him. She watched until I was done. Then she started fucking him just before I left. I think she was trying to prove she was a better lay than I was.”

About that time Louise returned from the next room. Again she confirmed the story Ellie had given. “Check out this bitch,” Rita told her as she gave her Noreen’s notes. Louise turned and left the room with the new information.

“Now what about you? Penelope asked Hazel. Hazel had rust colored hair with smaller breasts. She was the shortest of the bunch at about five feet four.

Hazel fidgeted nervously. Rita stuck her hand out. “Hand over that damned paper, bitch!”

Hazel looked toward the opening to the next room. She could hear Louise on the phone confirming the information Noreen had given them. Then she swallowed hard before handing over the paper with trembling hands.

Rita scanned it. Then she gave the pledge a smile. “Damn, girl! You’ve got six sets of initials on here. You must be popular.”

Hazel looked at the doorway again. She seemed uncomfortable about something. “Something wrong, bitch?” Penelope asked.

“I, uh… those initials are, uh…”

“What about them?” Rita asked suspiciously.

“I couldn’t… I only, uh… that second set of initials is from an, uh… and older man and, uh…”

“What about the rest of them?” Penelope asked, her face becoming a scowl.

“I couldn’t get anyone to fuck me, Rita! They were all Presbyterians!”

“Then what are the initials for?”

“I, uh… I just asked them to initial if they had kids or grandkids who wanted to attend City U. I, uh… I didn’t think you’d…”

“Didn’t think we’d check, eh? You’re not worthy to be a Pi Omicron Ro Nu girl! Let’s string her up, bitches!”

Hazel let out a squawk of alarm as she was forcibly undressed. “Don’t fight us!” Penelope demanded. “PORN girls accept their fate! You wanted to be a PORN girl, right? Then you’d better damn well act like one!”

Hazel whimpered as her arms were roughly tied behind her back. She was alarmed even more when Roberta produced a thick hemp rope. Rita saw it and smiled as she told her, “You’re going to swing for a good, long time with this one, bitch!”

They ran the noose through a strong hook up in the ceiling near the divider between the bedroom and bathroom. Louise had heard it all and brought a small stool in from the next room. Hazel was forced up onto the stool, her nipples erect as she tried to catch her breath.

The rope was tied off as she stood there panting for breath. Her crotch began to glisten from a fearful arousal. “You know what to do; right, bitch?” Rita told her. “You tried to become a PORN girl, but you failed. What’s more, you were actually going to lie to us?? Now take the honorable way out, you fucking bitch!”

Hazel panted for breath, her chest rising and falling. Roberta loudly declared, “If she doesn’t step off, I say we beat the shit out of her until she sags in the noose.” Penelope nodded her agreement.

Hazel anxiously shook her head. Then she took a big breath. With tears in her eyes she started to step off.

“Do it, bitch!” Rita snarled. Penelope and Roberta also egged her on. The other pledges just stood there in shock over the way they were about to watch one of their own hang right there in front of them in some hotel room.

Hazel hesitated, but she was too far forward. She lost her footing and the stool flipped behind her as the rope took her weight. Then she started to swing less than three inches off the floor.

She tried to remain still. But the constricting noose activated her muscles. A moment later she began to kick and swing as her arms jerked around behind her back.

“That’s the way, bitch!” Rita declared as she started rubbing herself. “You go, girl! You may not fuck like a PORN girl. But at least you can die like one.”

Hazel rasped for breath as her small breasts bounced. Her pussy began leaking her horrific arousal. She kicked and struggled, her body swinging back and forth.

The other PORN girls got excited watching her hanging. Joyce and Tanya started moaning and masturbating. Roberta dropped to her knees and began licking Louise who was enthralled at the performance. Noreen and Ellie simply watched in shock, happy they weren’t suffering in the noose in her place.

Hazel struggled harder to free herself. It took the noose longer to constrict around her throat. She suffered through three painful minutes… and then five… and then seven.

The PORN girls cheered as they lost themselves in the eroticism of the moment. Rita and Penelope both orgasmed as Hazel suffered. Tanya was all turned on. Noreen subconsciously fingered herself.

At nine minutes the noose tightened even more. At ten it finally closed off her throat completely. Hazel became quite animated as she struggled to pull in a decent breath of air.

Her legs came together as her back arched. Then she squirted as her mouth gaped open. “She’s a fuckin’ noose whore!” Penelope gasped with delight. “I’ll give her marks for that!”

Hazel finally began to settle down, having thoroughly exhausted herself. The girls came up to her and started poking and prodding, adding to her humiliation. They groped her tits, pinched her nipples and fingered her dripping slit.

She shuddered one last time. Then her bladder gave way. Hazel tiredly swayed back and forth as she began to twist in place.

“What do you bitches think?” Rita asked. “Should we add her posthumously because of her dance?”

“She may have hung like a PORN girl,” Joyce observed. “But she sure as hell didn’t fuck like one. I say we keep her out.”

“What do you pledges have to say about it?” Rita asked, the others looking to see how they would vote.

Tanya immediately gave Hazel a thumbs down. Noreen nodded and also gave her a thumbs down. Ellie went with the majority, especially since Hazel had only found one fuck in the entire hotel.

“Fine with me,” the senior observed. “You three are in. Pledge night is over. Now let’s get the hell out of here, bitches!”

The girls got dressed and left as Hazel quietly swung back and forth. Her momentum lessened until she finally hung limp and lifeless. Her face was a horrid dark red in color, her lips having turned blue.

She hung there until the next morning when fifty year old housekeeper Nadine Sherwood came in to clean the room. She took one look at the naked body and the mess on the floor before snorting in disgust. Then she went to the door and called out into the hallway.

“Better get Willard up here to room 321! We got another mess in here! Looks like those sorority bitches hanged another pledge!”

2019 (written May 8 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture which I included for illustration purposes.)

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iPhone at the Dock 4.3 (12)

She smiled as she texted back to him. She loved what he’d sent. He said she looked like a younger, blonde Jessica Alba. It made her laugh and feel good.

She sent another text. He responded. She laughed again.

She was in the midst of typing another message when a voice behind her called out, “Are you still on that damned thing?” It startled her so badly that she lost her grip on it. The iPhone fell out of her hand.

It bounced off the wooden surface of the dock, angling just right. When it came back down it rattled between the slats. Then it was gone with a quiet plop into the water below the dock.

“SHIT!” Then she angrily whirled. “DAMN YOU, TESSA; YOU MADE ME DROP IT!”

“I didn’t mean to! You’re always on that damned thing!” But Georgia wasn’t listening to her. She was down on her knees peering through the slats in the dock. She couldn’t see a thing.

“I lost it! It fell into the water!”

“You can always get another one, Georgia.”

“Are you crazy?? That one’s got all of Jimmy’s texts on it!”

They’re probably lost now.”

“Maybe a repair shop can retrieve ‘em!”

“It’s gone, Georgia! Let it go!”

“I’m NOT going to let it go!” Then she moved over and sat on the edge of the dock.

She stuck her legs in the cold water despite the tennis shoes still on her feet. She turned to her friend and demanded, “Help me find it, Tessa!”

“Georgia, you’ll never find it down there!”

“Damn you, Tessa! It’s all your fault!”

“If you wouldn’t have been playing with it out here, none of this would have happened!”

“You’re the one who snuck up behind me!” Tessa just shook her head, waving her arm dismissively as she turned and headed back along the dock to shore.

“Come back here! You’ve got to help me find it!”

“It’s lost! Get a new one!”

“Damn you!”

She watched as her friend reached the shore and began heading back to the buildings. “TESS-AHH!” But the young woman refused to turn around and come back.

“DAMN YOU….. SHIT!”

Georgia panted for breath as she looked down at the water. If she was going to find it, she’d better start looking right away. The longer it remained submerged, the less likely any of those texts could be retrieved.

She removed the white ball cap on her head before slipping off the edge of the dock into the water. She totally submerged before coming back up, spewing bubbles out of her nose. Damn, that was cold!

She filled her lungs before deliberately pushing herself under the dock. Bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she swam toward the bottom. It looked to be a good ten or twelve feet down, with jagged rocks strewn all along this stretch of shoreline.

She swam for the bottom, her denim cutoffs and tennis shoes helping to weigh her down. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she looked at the rocks, the pressure hurting her eyes and ears a little. But she couldn’t see anything promising.

She’d had it turned on. Wouldn’t there be some sort of light from the display marking where it had fallen? The water was just murky enough to hamper her search.

She blinked as she grabbed onto a large rock and looked around, her cheeks beginning to bulge. But she still couldn’t find it. The burn in her lungs made her turn and head back to the surface.

She released bubbles until she popped up next to the dock. She grabbed on and panted for breath. She could feel the panic threatening to overwhelm her.

Georgia gasped loudly, filling her lungs. Then she submerged again. She swam down, kicking with her legs as her hair flowed behind her.

She made her way down toward the rocks below. This time she pinched her nose to equalize. It eased the pressure on her eyes and ears.

She reached the rocks and began another search. Where had that damned iPhone come down?? It was dark down here, the dock above blocking direct sunlight onto the spot she wanted to check.

Her eyes finally began to adjust to the dim lighting. She would have to stay down longer now that she could see a little better. Her cheeks bulged again as air trickled out of her nose.

She checked around a couple of larger rocks. But she couldn’t find her precious iPhone. The longer it remained submerged, the less likely any of her data could be retrieved.

Her lungs began to strain as she grunted while looking around another rock. But she couldn’t find it. In despair she turned and headed back to the surface, bubbles spewing out of her mouth.

She popped up gasping loudly for breath. Her denim cutoffs were totally soaked. The red bikini top she was wearing now made her breasts feel chilled, hardening her nipples. She would throw her clothes and tennis shoes into the wash later, hoping they would turn out all right from her impromptu swim.

She looked off toward shore but saw no one around. Apparently Tessa was not coming back to help her in her search. That bitch! This was all her fault!

Georgia filled her lungs again, inhaling as much air as she could. Then she submerged with a burble. She turned and pulled downward with her arms, kicking her legs as she headed for the bottom.

Once more she pinched her nose to equalize. The pressure eased quite a bit, although it was still cold. That didn’t help matters any.

She found the rocks again, causing her to briefly glance upward. Was this where it had come down through the slats? Or did she need to expand her search?

Georgia bubbled as she moved over to another set of rocks. There were places where an iPhone could easily hide. She might have to move some of them out of the way if she was going to have any luck finding her prized possession.

She grunted as she moved a couple rocks around. She felt some sort of line try to entangle her hand, causing her to fling it loose. It felt like somebody’s fishing line had gotten snagged down here.

She grunted and bubbled as she moved more rocks around. Her cheeks began to bulge again. Then she felt it in her lungs.

She pushed herself to stay down longer, anxious to find her iPhone. Her stomach rippled as she grunted again, her cheeks bulging even more. Soon they would explode, expelling the last of her breath.

There was a bigger rock that was harder to move. She felt around with her hand, grunting and bubbling. Then her lungs began to burn as they gently started to heave.

She bubbled in frustration. Then she headed back toward the surface. The water became warmer as she kicked upward, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she released bubbles out of her nose and mouth.

She popped up and gasped for breath, swimming over and clinging to the dock. Once more she looked toward shore. It looked like Tessa was definitely not coming back.

Georgia took a few deep breaths, hoping a longer breath-hold might yield better results. It was cold; she wanted to hurry up and find her iPhone. She filled her lungs before pushing herself back down under the dock. Then she turned and kicked her way downward, pinching her nose to help equalize.

Again it got darker and colder the deeper she went. Once more she began feeling around the rocks, hanging on to larger ones as she searched all around. She was beginning to think she was never going to find it.

She felt around until she encountered more fishing line. It threatened to snag her wrist, causing her to withdraw her hand. She shook the line free before sticking it down into another promising location.

She grunted as she adjusted her position. She wedged her leg in the rocks to give her some leverage. She felt them shift a little as her cheeks began to bulge again.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she felt around. Damn; more fishing line. Then she felt something that did not fit with the rest of the bottom. It felt smooth.

She tried reaching for it, only to accidently move it farther under a set of rocks out of reach. She readjusted her position again as her lungs began to burn. Her cheeks bulged a little more as she struggled to reach it.

She pushed forward with her legs, grunting hopefully. She bubbled, “I think…” as her fingers wrapped around something promising. Had she found it?

She pulled it out as her lungs began showing the strain with gentle heaves. The object was shaped exactly like her missing iPhone. Georgia grunted hopefully as it certainly looked like she’d found what she was looking for.

She started to push herself upward, only for her wrist to get hung up in more fishing line. She grunted as she adjusted her position yet again. She carefully shed the line while clasping the prize in her other hand. Then her wrist came free.

She rose up and started to kick off the bottom for the surface. That’s when her left leg jerked her up short. She grunted in alarm, her blonde hair swirling around her head as she lost more bubbles out of her mouth.

Her cheeks were really bulging as she reached down for her lower leg. Her ankle was wedged in between a couple of bigger rocks. They must have shifted while she was adjusting her position earlier.

Her lungs heaved, her stomach rippling ominously. It gave her a fright as she grunted while trying to pull her leg out. It finally came free, only to get hung up in more fishing line.

Georgia grunted in alarm as bubbles started fizzing out past her pursed lips. Her cheeks really bulged as she struggled to free her ankle. Her lungs heaved in earnest, her stomach rippling in protest.

She couldn’t hold her breath much longer. And her ankle was really snagged! She grunted as she pulled with her arms, air slipping out through her pursed lips. But the harder she pulled, the tighter the fishing line dug into her ankle.

In a last ditch effort she tried to pop off her tennis shoe, hoping that might do the trick. Then her lungs heaved demandingly. Georgia instinctively shot upward in a desperate attempt to reach the surface in time. The fishing line firmly said, “No!” as it pulled her up short, tethering her to the rocks beneath her.

Georgia glubbed and grunted as she lost more air. Instinctively she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. Her lungs were heaving, demanding to be replenished.

She anxiously shook her head, her blonde strands waving all around her face as she lost more air. But she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, setting her into a panic. She instinctively thrashed about, frantically clawing for the surface with her arms until she coughed up a huge burst of bubbles.

She grunted as she inhaled deeply. Then she convulsed as her lungs heaved in protest. A moment later she began gulping water as her stomach hitched painfully.

She spasmed and convulsed, almost doubling over in pain with each inhalation. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Her eyes widened in terror as her stomach continued to spasm, her lungs heaving as her breasts bounced within her red top.

She finally lost her grip on her prize. It swirled down and disappeared between two rocks. Georgia hitched and gurgled as the fishing line kept a tight grip on her ankle.

She stared upward in horror at the dock above her. Her last thought was how much it hurt and why Tessa couldn’t be bothered with helping her. Then the pain eased before consciousness mercifully faded away.

She hung tethered to the bottom, stray muscles twitching as she hitched and jerked. Bubbles trickled freely past her parted lips. She stared upward in shock before the life winked out of her eyes.

Up at the surface Tessa came back down to the dock, calling out for her friend. She walked out to the end and looked down at the water. For some reason her eyes did not fully register the presence of the white ball cap. If her friend had gone for a swim she didn’t seem to be in the water anymore.

A few stray bubbles came up directly beneath her under the dock. But she barely heard them, making no connection between them and her missing friend. Then she shook her head. Surely Georgia hadn’t submerged in that cold water to look for her iPhone, had she?

“She must have gone back, deciding it was no use going down to look for it. I don’t know… maybe I’ll buy her a new one.” Then she headed back to shore, calling out, “Georgia?? Georgia, I’m sorry! I’ll get you a new one, ok? Don’t be mad!” The presence of the ball cap lying on the dock still didn’t register.

Down below, Georgia’s body gently swayed back and forth, her ankle firmly tethered to the fishing line and the rocks below. More air slipped out of her flooded lungs as tiny bubbles swirled for the surface. Then her body began to settle until she ended up lying face down on the rocks beneath her.

2019 (written by request May 7 ’19 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4 (2)

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming July rewards

Part 3 of Shelly in Cancun.
Part 3 of 3 in the pool.
Part 2 of Chastity’s fuck-toy (a club story).
Irina’s favorite drowning scenes.
The great Nemuri (a reference to a series of movies about a Japanese swordsman).
One million views (social media going awry?)
Carrie and her mother at the swim team party.
Addison finds herself in a Houdini tank.

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

The month started with another move to a different location here in my apartment complex. That created some issues related to my last move. So I’ve been adapting to my new location. It’s what they call a garden apartment, with my apartment being set about 4 feet into the ground. It should be cooler in summer and warmer in winter. But it’s taken some time to adjust to my new surroundings. Also mom’s had some issues with her well, and it’s caused a minor disruption to my routine.

What’s been happening to our country lately must be causing some of you a lot of stress. I’ve been stressed as well. So I try not to listen to the news. I also try to focus on providing you with some entertaining content so you can forget about what’s going on around you, if only for a little while. I hope I can be a bright spot in your lives, even if it’s only a short story or some fun reading material.

I recently added a $5 level to my patreon content. I want you to know ahead of time that no stories will go in there. It’s simply a support level. It occurred to me some of you might want to thank me for all the content I’ve put out, not just here but over at my library as well. Maybe you just want to put out a one-time pledge that comes out the first of the month and then cancel five or ten days later. Maybe you want to pledge for 2-3 months. I’ll leave that to your discretion. I decided to make it a small amount. It’s enough to buy me lunch for a day. Sometimes mom and I go to town together and we like to eat at certain fast food places. $5 is usually the amount I spend when I’m with her.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I hope you have a really great July and that things settle down in your area…

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 27-28 (6-9-20)

18981 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 Jaime visiting the Club.

Island 27-28 – Christina goes off with Mike and Maggie for an erotic three-way encounter in the staff pool. Helen and Tamika get the payback due them in more ways than one. And Jason and Karla conspire together to find some way of fixing the lottery and then escaping the island together. (19 pages)

Jaime 32-33 – Jaime is taken back to the special (snuff) room where she’s chained from the ceiling so Lidiya and two other females can enjoy her in that position(whipping her dangling body). After she is fucked several times by everyone in the room she is put into the electric chair and forced to endure even more. During this time Sylvia’s (severed) head is brought into the room for all to admire. (16 pages)

The Mistress (reactivated 6-9-20)

5928 words – $5.60

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted JustPaul special.

The Mistress – Angelina enjoys breath-holding as a way to get herself off. She meets Claire at the recreational center and teaches her what she knows. Then she meets Claire’s husband Jack. The two begin spending more time together. He enjoys watching and waiting for her as she goes out and breath-holds in a sunken fishing trawler just offshore before coming back for some hot sex.

Claire doesn’t take too kindly to Angelina spending so much time with her husband. And when he turns up missing again she has a pretty good idea where the two lovebirds might be… out on the beach while Angelina is breath-holding in that sunken trawler again. This time Claire’s just angry enough to consider doing something about it. (26 pages; 41 vidcap renders)

BONUS: Included is the 3:15 clip which picks up with Jack and Angelina on the beach as she prepares to go out for her breath-hold swim down to the sunken trawler. My thanks to JustPaul.

The Underwater Gauntlet (plus bonus story) (reactivated 6-20-20)

9515 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted bundle. Special thanks to JustPaul for the illustrations.

The Underwater Gauntlet – Aubrey meets a Swede named Roald at the rec center where she swims. After going out on a couple of dates, he invites her to a swanky club where the owner Mr. Noble takes an interest in her. He invites her to take part in a very special entertainment the club offers by having her embark on a dangerous challenge. But when she turns him down cold, she finds out you just don’t say no to Mr. Noble. Will Aubrey survive the underwater gauntlet? (13 pages)

Attack – Sylvia has discovered that her best friend Annette has been fucking her husband. So she takes the unsuspecting woman out on her boat to a wreck they have visited several times before. Will her rage result in an underwater attack from which her former freediving friend will not be able to escape? (7 pages; 3 JustPaul renders)

Emma bundle 5 (6-20-20)

12064 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another trio of older Emma stories.

It’s my party and I’ll flirt if I want to – Emma hosts a party in her backyard. But she shamelessly flirts all night long, angering her female companion. Jess finally decides to dunk Emma in the pool to show her displeasure. But how far will her jealousy take things? (13 pages)

Discussing their immediate future – Emma and Kate are caught nosing around where they shouldn’t be. Upon being captured, they are secured and forced to listen to their captors discuss methods of disposal. One of the methods involves disappearing at the bottom of a bog. (13 pages)

Let that be a lesson – A bonus short story. Caught with another woman’s man, she is taken out to the harbor and dropped over the side. Inspired by a picture. (3 pages)

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