Drowning at the Hidden Facility 4.4 (7)

Mike went to the containment room and unlocked the door. The woman were all sitting on bunks and benches. “Welcome to the Hidden Facility ladies. You’ve all been brought here to be executed, although I suppose ‘snuffed’ is the more appropriate term here. Today you’ll all be drowning. So dry those tears. At least you’ll die clean.”

“You can’t drown us!” a redhead named Sandy protested. “You can’t bring us here just to drown us!”

“Well, you’re here and you’re drowning, so that’s it.”

“Isn’t there any way out of this?”

“Well, I suppose I could use a little help. Does anyone here know how to use scuba gear?”

“I do!” Sandy gasped, figuring she could learn on the fly if it would spare her life. “Please; I’ll do anything!”

“All right, you’re in scuba gear. Anyone else want to help me?” They all raised their hands.

“I’ll help you drown them if you’ll spare my life!”

Mike looked at the young woman with her hair tied off on both sides of her head who had just spoken. “All right, you’re in. You two come with me. You other three might as well wait here and get ready to meet your maker. We’ll be back for you in a few minutes.”

The remaining women sat back down on their bunks to consider the time they had left. Dorothy the blonde didn’t know whether to be frightened or aroused since she’d always had a fantasy of drowning. Consuela in the jet black hair was terrified and started to cry. Daria with the short, red hair just sat there numbly, wondering how she’d gotten herself into this as all five had been snatched one by one off the streets.

Mike poured drinks to toast his two helpers. “Do a good job, ladies, and I might keep you around for future drownings.”

“I’m really excited about helping you snuff those bitches.” Judy tried to sound excited despite her anxiety. She was just happy he’d picked her out and was willing to do anything it took to stay alive.

“What about me?” Sandy asked, the more pragmatic of the two. She wasn’t sure either of them were going to be allowed to live. But she had to try.

“Scuba gear’s out by the tank. I’ll need you to move the bodies aside once they hit the water. There’ll be three drownings using the platform. They’ll need to be moved out of the way once they’re in the water. Show me how enthusiastic you are and maybe I’ll keep you around a little while longer. Try to escape and we’ll impale you and leave your naked body outside to feed the buzzards.”

“Got it,” Sandy told him, gulping at the idea she could end up as buzzard meat if she didn’t comply. Then she headed off to get ready.

Consuela was first since she was a crier. Her left foot was encased in a cement compound just heavy enough to keep her on the bottom. Then Mike and Judy worked her out to the end of the platform, Mike in his birthday suit and Judy in a revealing black one-piece.

Consuela let out a wail of grief. “Please don’t drown me!”

Mike told Judy, “Would you drown this bitch for me? I’m getting tired of her incessant whining.”

“Gladly,” she replied with a smirk, trying to get into her role. A push of a button on the remote Mike had given her and the hinged platform gave way.

Consuela let out a cry as she plummeted to the bottom. Almost immediately she began spasming and convulsing as she lost her breath. It took no time at all until she was hitching and gurgling, coughing up bubbles as she drowned.

Down below in scuba gear Sandy quickly swam in and moved her off to one side. She could see the problem dropping three bodies straight down. They would fall on top of each other, and she assumed that’s not what Mike wanted. He wanted to look down and watch each one drown in a nice, sexy collection.

Consuela’s dark hair swirled as Sandy worked her over out of the way. “I’ll get back to you in a bit, honey, just as soon as he drops the second one.” Then she drifted back out of the way to wait and watch.

Up at the surface Daria had been sitting in a chair with her foot in hardening cement waiting her turn. She’d watched Consuela get dropped into the water and had nearly fainted. Now Judy slowly worked her out to the end of the walkway to the waiting trap.

At the same time, Mike went and got Dorothy. Her sunset colored bikini revealed erect nipples from a perverse arousal. He liked her already.

He sat her down and put her foot in a wooden bucket. Then he poured the cement. Afterwards he left her there, telling her, “I’ll be back for you in a minute, hun.”

“Take your time,” she gasped breathlessly, seeing how hard his cock had become. She was definitely afraid of losing her life. But she was becoming more aroused than she’d anticipated. As a compromise she was hoping for one last mouthful of cum before she had to drown.

Mike went out to join Judy and Daria. Judy had worked the condemned woman out on top of the trap. There was movement underwater as Sandy worked to make sure Consuela would be well out of the way for the next one to join her.

“So what do you think? Judy asked hopefully as she turned to Mike. “I managed to get her out here all by myself.”

“Well done,” Mike told her. Daria just looked down at the water before begging for her life.

Judy told her, “Don’t you know you should drown with dignity, bitch?” She wanted to give Mike a good impression so he would spare her.

“Please! I don’t want to drown!”

It’s ok, honey,” Judy said as she reached around and groped her mounds through her white garment. “I can feel how hard your nipples are. You’re a little excited so I know you’re going to love this. I know Mike sure is.”

“Please! I can’t swim!”

That’s the best part about it!” Judy told her as she continued rubbing her tits. “You’re not going for a swim. You’re just going straight to the bottom to drown!”

“No! Please!”

“Take a really big breath,” Judy told her. “Then hold it for as long as you can. Mike here wants a much better show that what that last bitch gave him, ok? Show him you can give him a really good drowning performance.”

Back on the chair Dorothy watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the cement hardened around her foot. So this was really going to happen, eh? Mike certainly looked like he was getting quite an erection watching the drownings. Somehow that turned her on despite her growing anxiety.

“Can I do this one too, Mike?” Judy wanted to show him how important it was to keep her around awhile.

“Help yourself,” he said as he handed her the remote. Judy eagerly pushed the button.

Daria started to scream as the trap gave way. At the last second she grabbed a big breath. It was purely instinctive.

The moment she hit the bottom she almost freaked out at the sight of a drowned Consuela. The poor woman had a look of horror frozen in her features. She had obviously drowned painfully.

The traitorous bitch Sandy was down there in scuba gear. It looked like she hadn’t done a damn thing for Consuela. It made Daria wonder if Sandy had secretly been in league with Mike this whole time.

The woman in scuba gear quickly realized she hadn’t moved the first one far enough out of the way. Mike had a third one coming down, that blonde named Dorothy. She needed to hurry and shift both bodies over. At least she would get to enjoy Daria taking longer to drown. Maybe if she really got into it Mike might spare her life and take her on as a snuff partner.

Sandy began shifting both women over out of the way, making room for Dorothy. She was almost certain that naïve bitch Judy up at the surface would soon be joining them. But it was probably best not to think about that since Mike might want to drown her too before all was said and done.

Daria tried to get her attention, motioning at the regulator in her mouth while begging for some air. But Sandy would have none of that. Mike wanted the bitch to drown, so drown was what she was going to do.

She worked to make sure both bodies would be out of the way to make room for Dorothy. Daria kept grunting and bubbling. Her white outfit had become transparent, allowing Sandy to see the red bikini behind it. Erect nipples tried to force their way out of the material.

Sandy found herself becoming more and more aroused. So this was what Mike liked to do to his women, eh? Perhaps she really could get into helping him drown sexy bitches! She could certainly see the arousal factor in the whole sordid affair.

Daria couldn’t believe it as her lungs burned intensely. The bitch could offer her air to help her stay alive any time she wanted. But the woman acted like she wasn’t the least bit interested.

There was a look in Sandy’s eyes, a look of murderous enthusiasm. Had she totally succumbed to being that bastard’s snuff-puppet, helping him drown them all?? It made Daria bow her head in horror as she struggled in vain to pull her foot out of the heavy cement.

She lost a few bubbles as her stomach rippled, her lungs heaving insistently. It wouldn’t be much longer before they gave out and she lost her breath. How badly was it going to hurt?

As Sandy looked at the drowned woman and the about-to-drown bitch, she thought about what Mike would enjoy the most. It occurred to her he might love to see the ladies in their best attire. So she decided to remove their garments.

It didn’t bother her at all pulling their outfits off. She liked playing with nude bodies. Maybe Mike would notice her enthusiasm and would want to keep her around awhile.

She got Consuela out of most of her attire. Naturally she left the nylons in place as one foot was encased in cement. Then she worked on Daria as the poor girl began grunting up bubbles. It looked like she was really close to drowning. This one was going to be good!

It was a huge turn-on undressing Daria while she was on the verge of drowning. The grunts, bubbles and cries for help were sexy as hell. The way the woman spasmed in her breathless agony was incredibly arousing.

Sandy became more turned on as she worked the top loose. Then Daria coughed up a mouthful of bubbles. She had to be so close now!

As the top drifted loose she noticed how erect the drowning woman’s nipples had become. She had noticed the same with Consuela. So there was something arousing about drowning after all. Well, Sandy was certainly turned on watching them bubble their last.

Sandy drifted back to watch to get a good view. That’s when Daria coughed up a huge lungful of air. She instinctively covered her mouth but it was too late and she started to drown.

It was sexy as hell the way she suffered and gurgled. The way she swallowed water as she tried to cover her mouth was incredibly erotic. It almost looked like she was cumming in the midst of her suffering.

Nest to her a naked Consuela swayed back and forth, her mouth open. There was something about the two of them naked that really turned her on. More and more Sandy found herself hoping Mike might keep her on to assist in future drownings.

Daria was still hitching as Sandy moved in. She knelt close and began fingering the drowning woman’s cunt. She could feel Daria’s pussy squeezing instinctively around her fingers.

Next to her Consuela looked like she was in the middle of an orgasm of her own. But the moment looked frozen in time. Drowned in the midst of cumming so hard must have been a horrific way to go. Deep down Sandy hoped the poor bitch had derived some small satisfaction out of her ordeal.

Up at the surface Judy gasped incredulously. It had been horrific to behold. The way Mike could watch them drown so easily seemed so… so callous and uncaring!

“So what do you think so far?” he asked her as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She knew the reply she needed to give if she wanted to live. “Uh, it was great!”

“You liked it too?”

“It was, uh… really exciting!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it too. Stay right here. I’ll go get Dorothy.”

He walked back to her sitting on the chair. It looked like the cement had pretty much hardened by now. But instead of taking the cement out of the bucket he decided to dump her in bucket and all.

He walked right up to her and smiled. “It’s your turn, Dorothy. Are you ready to drown?”

“Bloody hell!”

She was trembling from a perverse arousal. She’d already seen him drown two women without the slightest bit of remorse. That told her she could expect no mercy from him. Strangely it turned her on even more.

Her eyes settled on his erection. It was nice and hard. Clearly he was enjoying himself.

Dorothy licked her lips. Then she told him, “If I must drown, can I… can I…?

“Can you what?”

She didn’t say another word. Besides, he was close enough. Dorothy leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. If he was going to enjoy watching her drown, she wanted to give him a good show by going out with his cream on her lips.

He fucked her mouth until he stopped right before giving her his seed. Immediately she put up a protest. “Hey, what gives? I thought I was going to suck you dry!”

“Let’s get you out onto the platform first.”

She grudgingly let him work her out where Judy was waiting. She was left out on the trap in position. That’s when Judy saw Mike’s still erect member and decided to further ingratiate herself into his good graces.

She bent down and took his cock down her throat. After all, she really didn’t want to watch Dorothy drown. Besides, she wasn’t entirely convinced Mike wasn’t going to drown her anyway.

“Hey, what gives, love?” Dorothy asked in protest. “I was supposed to suck you dry!”

“No, you’re going to suck water now.” Then Mike activated the control to the platform.

Dorothy felt a jolt of eroticism as the trap dropped her. “YES; DROWN ME, LOVE!” Then she was on her way down as the excitement swelled inside her.

She let out a cry as she hit the water. At that moment Dorothy wet herself from fear and excitement. This was really going to happen. And at that moment she started to cum from her horrific excitement.

Mike watched with great enthusiasm as he forced his cock deep down Judy’s throat. Dorothy looked like she was really into it. This was one drowning he was particularly looking forward to.

Sandy the scuba diver moved right in the moment Dorothy bottomed out. She wanted Mike to enjoy watching the sexy bitch drown naked. So she quickly worked to remove the woman’s top as she grunted and bubbled.

Dorothy didn’t struggle or put up a fight. She didn’t even try to stop the bitch from removing her top. She figured it wouldn’t do any good as she was going to drown anyway.

The guy on the platform seemed to be all turned on at the prospect of watching her breathe her last. So Dorothy decided she was going to give him her best effort. After all, what else could she do? She was going to drown anyway.

Sandy reached out and groped Dorothy’s quivering mounds. It was sexy watching the bitch struggle to hold her breath. But soon that breath was going to burst out of those lungs.

It really turned Sandy on as she reached out and felt up the woman’s heaving chest. Dorothy’s boobs bounced from the agony of holding her breath. And her nipples were hard as little pebbles.

Seeing the two drowned women next to her nearly made her scream her breath away. That’s when it really settled in. Dorothy nearly climaxed as she realized she would soon be joining them with those incredible expressions on their faces.

Dorothy grunted as she instinctively tried to hold her breath a few seconds longer. Her body didn’t want to give in to the inevitable. She would have to go through the agony of trying to hold her breath before her lungs gave out. At least she was trying to give Mike up there one hell of a show.

Dorothy struggled to hold her breath as she instinctively fought to pull her foot out of the cement. But she was firmly stuck. She was really going to drown down here!

The excitement swelled within her as her lungs heaved, bubbles slipping out through her clenched lips. She was almost out of breath. Her lungs were going to open up at any moment.

All of the sudden she tipped her head back and coughed up bubbles. Then Dorothy started drowning painfully hard. That’s when she started cumming again.

Sandy couldn’t believe how erotic it was. She also couldn’t resist rubbing herself. Glancing upward, she hoped Mike could see her enjoyment of the drownings as well so he would want to keep her around awhile.

Dorothy went into painful convulsions. It hurt like hell. But there was a sensation of pleasure in her loins.

She saw Sandy getting off to her suffering. She was also dimly aware Mike was somewhere above her. Was he getting off on her drowning as well?

Her contractions forced most of the air out of her lungs until Dorothy began to settle down. She didn’t hitch near so much as her lungs flooded. Her top drifted nearby as Sandy had been too excited at her impending drowning to take it away.

Dorothy’s drowning was the one that did it. That’s when Mike erupted in Judy’s mouth. She groaned as she got his load.

She tried to swallow every last drop, figuring that should prove her devotion to him. She hoped it meant she wouldn’t have to drown. A quick glance down indicated Dorothy had drowned violently.

Down below the waters started to settle. “Take a look,” Mike told her. He had a look of satisfaction on his face.

Judy bent over and looked down, fearful of getting too close to the edge lest he push her off into the water. She half expected a shove in the back. She was relieved when it didn’t come.

“Three drowned, sexy bitches; am I right?”

“Three drowned, sexy bitches,” she repeated, trying to give him a smile.

“So what do you think, Judy?”

“V-very sexy,” she told him as he reached down and groped her. “I l-liked it a lot.”

“Do you really mean that?”

In response she reached back and kissed him. She hoped her actions would give her a stay of execution until she could find a way to escape. Somehow she had to find a way to get away from this madman.

At that moment she began to feel funny. She felt tired all over. She was starting to lose her ability to stand.

“Mike?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t… move my…” Then she collapsed onto the platform.

“You can’t move because that drink you ingested had something in it. I believe you’re suffering from what can be commonly referred to as a delayed reaction.”

“A delayed reaction, Mike? To what?” But a sense of horror was already beginning to settle over her.

“To your impending drowning, bitch.” Then he activated the control to the platform. The trap lowered until Judy rolled off the end into the water.

Her eyes were open in horror. The last thing she saw was his erection. Then the waters of the drowning tank swallowed her up.

Mike knelt down to watch. This one was going to be the icing on the cake. The bitch hadn’t suspected until the very last moment.

She wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath very long. Dorothy had given him the best drowning so far. But he was still going to enjoy this one.

Judy couldn’t hold her breath at all. Almost immediately she began hitching and gurgling as she sank to the bottom. She stared upward in shock, unable to process how easily she’d been tricked.

She got a glimpse of the three who’d drowned before her. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Her breath bubbled freely out of her mouth as her lungs flooded. Now she was about to join the other three bitches down here on the bottom.

Judy couldn’t believe how painful it was. She drowned in agony, her body hitching as she gurgled up water and bubbles. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

Her chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it. Every fiber of her being felt like it was being raped by the invading liquid. She tried to scream again, but she couldn’t get her lips to move… couldn’t force sound out of her throat.

Sandy excitedly started to move in to play with the bodies. She was looking forward to removing that stupid bitch’s outfit and having fun with her down here. It served Judy right for being so young and naive.

At that moment she felt a great tiredness settle in on her. Sandy suddenly lost the regulator in her mouth. Almost immediately she inhaled as she began hitching and gurgling.

It was only then as her lungs were filling with water that she realized she’d been played. Her nipples hardened as she hitched and gurgled. Sandy was aware of a sense of pleasure in her loins as her lungs screamed at her.

Mike looked down on his handiwork. They were all drowned now. The two who’d helped him had no idea he was going to drown them as well. What he’d spiked their drinks with had worked perfectly, giving him the time necessary to accomplish what he’d set out to do.

But of all of them, the one that inspired him the most had been Dorothy. She hadn’t resisted or begged for her life. In fact she’s almost seemed eager to give him a good show.

And so she had. It certainly looked like she’d put on a good drowning performance for him. She’d willingly sucked his cock before being sent to her watery grave.

Of all five she’d seemed the most enthusiastic. Even now she was looking up at him with a vacant stare as though asking if he’d enjoyed her show. Stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. That’s when Mike decided of the five down at the bottom he would probably remember her drowning the most.

2019 (Feb 24 ’19)

(Inspired by C. Mike Hunt’s renders.)

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Nellie’s present for her Uncle Mikey 4.3 (11)

Another story inspired by Mike Hunt renders.

Nellie had planned this for some time. What she was going to do was so exciting. Now she would get her Uncle Mikey’s attention for sure.

She’d been flirting with him for ages, desperately trying to seduce him. But thus far he’d rejected her advances. She blamed it on her age.

She’d just turned eighteen two weeks ago. Now she wanted to give her uncle a very special present. She had it all planned out.

She was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist once he came over and found her all ready to enjoy. She’d even dressed up in something sexy. Now he couldn’t say no to her.

She got the noose all set up in her bedroom. She brought in the stool from her father’s workshop. Her folks would be out of town until Sunday night. That left her Uncle Mikey free to come over to have some fun with her after what she was about to do for him.

She climbed up onto the stool. Then she carefully slipped the noose around her throat. Now she was ready for her Uncle Mikey to show up and enjoy what she had to offer him.

Up that high she realized she was not as steady as she thought she’d be. Her nylons were slippery on the surface of the stool. She had to be careful as she wanted to wait until her uncle arrived. He was due any minute now.

First she would put on a show for him. Then he would take her down and fuck her senseless. By the time her folks returned from their weekend trip she would be a woman.

She waited impatiently. When was Uncle Mikey going to arrive? She’d put in a call telling him she had something very important to show him.

She slipped again on the stool. It made her grab the rope so as not to slide off prematurely. She didn’t have plans to hang herself to death. She only had plans to put on a little show so Uncle Mikey would take her down and fuck her right afterwards. After seeing her dangle for a little while she was certain he would be hard and ready to finally put his dick inside her.

Nellie couldn’t believe how wet she’d become. This was really exciting. The feel of the rope around her neck gave her goosebumps.

She’d read stories how some girls orgasmed in the noose. She hoped she would do that for her Uncle Mikey. She was already wet and incredibly excited.

She thought she heard a vehicle drive up. Was Uncle Mikey finally here? She was so excited she could feel her arousal slither sensuously down her inner thigh.

She listened intently, waiting to hear the door open that meant he had walked inside. She’d left the door unlocked for him. He knew her parents were away. But she’d left a message saying it was really important that he come over to see her.

What was taking him so long? He wasn’t having second thoughts about coming in and being alone with her, was he? She certainly hoped not.

She really wanted to be dicked by her Uncle Mikey. She knew hanging was one of his fetishes. That’s why she’d set all this up: to turn him on so he would fuck her after watching her do a little air-dance.

She wanted to call out to him. What was taking him so long? She was becoming impatient.

The stool wobbled again. She tried to adjust her position. That’s when Nellie’s foot slipped.

The stool clattered away from beneath her as she dropped, the noose taking her full weight. Nellie gawked as she reached up for it. This wasn’t supposed to happen until Uncle Mikey was in her room so he could watch!

Her legs fluttered as she kicked and struggled. She could still get a little air. But the noose was tighter than she’d anticipated.

She tried to cry out, “Uncle Mikey?? *gawk* …better hurry… *gawk* …I need help!” Was he still out in his car in the driveway? What was taking so long??

She felt a warmth blossom down between her legs. Instinctively she put her hand down there and rubbed herself. It felt good.

Where the hell was Uncle Mikey?? He was missing out on all the fun! Besides, he had to get her down so they could fuck, right?

She rasped and gurgled as she kicked and struggled. The noose was slowly tightening. It was getting harder to breathe. But it was also bringing her pleasure down between her legs.

“Uncle *gawk* Mikey?? *gurgle* Help!” The noose was really getting tight now. She could feel herself breaking out in a sweat.

She hitched and gurgled. Wait; was that the front door? She tried to call out for her Uncle Mikey to hurry. But it was getting hard to force words out of her mouth.

She began to hump the air as her arms stretched forward. She wriggled like a dancer. But it wasn’t for her uncle’s benefit. It was purely reflexive as her body fought the constricting coil around her throat.

“Nellie? What are you doing?” It was her Uncle Mikey. He was standing behind her.

She tried to tell him to take her down. It was hurting too much, she could hardly breathe. This wasn’t working out quite the way she’d planned.

“Oh honey; did you do this for me? You’re so thoughtful. Let me go get something. I’ll be right back.”

She rasped air past her lips as she tried to speak, trying to tell him she wanted down now. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to hurt this bad.

Her uncle returned with a little step stool. “Ok, honey. I know you’ve been pressuring me to enjoy your sexy body. You’re eighteen now. So I guess it’s ok. Besides, I’m so turned on seeing you dangle from the noose like that.”

Her mind cried out for her Uncle Mikey to get her down. She wanted to dance for him and then fuck him. She hadn’t planned on going all the way for him?! She’d simply slipped prematurely off the stool is all!

There was nothing she could do as he removed all his clothes. He placed the stepping stool behind her and climbed on. Then he told her, “Honey, you’re so sweet. I can’t believe you did this all for me.”

She tried to shake her head, tried to explain it was all a big mistake. Then she felt him reach around and grope her mounds. It made her feel warm as her legs twitched while her arms jerked.

“Oh, honey. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. You look so sexy hanging like that.”

Nellie tried to tell him he didn’t understand. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But she couldn’t make her lips move.

It hurt so bad. But she couldn’t kick her legs anymore. She tried to lift her arms to reach for the noose around her throat. But her arms felt like lead weights.

“I had no idea you knew about my hanging fetish, honey. I think you’re going to catch your folks by surprise with this one. But I suppose I should enjoy you now that I’m here.”

He groped and fondled her as he developed an erection. He was sure she’d done this for his benefit. It wouldn’t be right if he didn’t take advantage of her generous offer now, would it?

Nellie was just conscious enough to feel him gently remove her outfit. He left her wearing her nylons. Then she felt him move behind her again.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move. She called out in her mind for her uncle to take her down so they could do this while she didn’t hurt so bad. But he didn’t seem to understand what she wanted or expected from him.

“Oh honey; you look so sexy. I’m really appreciative you went to all this trouble for me. How can I ever repay you? Well, you’ve been trying to seduce me all this time. So I think I know exactly what you want from me now.”

Nellie was dimly aware of him pushing his cock inside her. She jerked and twitched as he forced himself all the way inside. It was exactly what she’d wanted from him this whole time. But couldn’t he take her down first?? If he didn’t hurry and take her down it was going to be too late!

He started to thrust hard in and out of her. Nellie shook from each insertion of his dick into her wet, dripping orifice. But now it was getting hard to feel him inside her.

The pain was so intense… so overwhelming. She could hardly think straight anymore. A glob of her fluids squeezed out around the cock inside her to slither sensuously down her leg.

Mike grabbed her boobs as he fucked her from behind. “It feels so good, honey. But let’s try that ass of yours now, shall we? You’re not going to have need of it anymore after today, am I right? Let’s see how nice and tight you are.”

She barely felt it at all as he forced his cock up into her anal passage. A tear trickled down her cheek as she twitched and quivered. A moment later she felt that familiar warmth blossom inside her again. But it hurt too much to fully enjoy the experience.

“I love you for doing this, Nellie. It makes you so special to me. You feel nice and tight. Maybe we should have done this long ago. But I couldn’t make myself do it until you turned eighteen. You understand; right?”

“I know you just had a birthday. But it feels like you did all this as a special present just for me. I’m touched and flattered, honey; I really am. I promise never to forget it.”

It was a nice sentiment. But Nellie hadn’t heard a single word. She was spiraling away into oblivion.

She went into little hitches as a death rattle emanated from her throat. “Dying for me now; are you, honey? That’s so special of you.” Then the life flickered out of her eyes forever. She did not feel his cock empty itself inside her ass.

Mike couldn’t resist fucking her over and over again. He even fucked her pussy a second time. But he couldn’t resist enjoying that compliant ass of hers.

There was nothing but sporadic muscles twitches as stray nerve endings fired. He checked for a pulse, but there was none. That’s when her bladder released unexpectedly.

When Mike was satisfied he stepped back to look at her. Perhaps it wouldn’t look good if his sister and brother-in-law found her naked like that. So he proceeded to carefully dress her in the outfit she’d hanged herself in.

He found a nice breezy dress to put on her. Afterwards he gave her a nice, long look. He was getting hard again.

“Honey, I’d better leave before I strip you down and fuck you again. You look sexy as hell. I hope your folks appreciate the effort you went through for me. Thanks again, Nellie.”

2019 (written Jul 1 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders by C. Mike hunt.)

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A pool drain peril
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Drowning Emma C
The nightclub hanging
Repairing a guillotine
Writer’s block, an interesting script I wrote.
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Amy’s British Cousin 2 (1-10-20)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the second part of Amy’s visit with her British cousin. Included is another story inspired by a JustPaul clip.

Amy’s British Cousin 2 – Amy is unable to sleep as she tries to process the night’s events. She heads back out to the fountain pool and does a little experimenting. That’s when Neville shows up. Will he assist with her experimentation? And later, Amy and Ruby have a chat as to how this all got started. (27 pages; 16 renders)

Scuba Barracuda – A scuba diver is frequently annoyed by the presence of a swimmer who enjoys masturbating in a section of the dive pool. What will she do when the swimmer picks the wrong day to annoy her? That ankle sure looks tantalizing enough to give a good yank and pull her down. (12 pages; 15 render vidcaps)

A Daughter’s Desire (1-10-20)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another older tale involving Kristen, your favorite teen in the water. A bonus story is included.

A daughter’s desire I – A two part chapter. Kristen comes home and decides to go for a swim. But she has these desires she likes to think about. Then her father comes home and finds her in the pool. Later her mother comes home and finds father and daughter enjoying the pool together. How will her mother react? Will her enthusiasms get the better of her? (16 pages)

A daughter’s desire II – Kristen enjoys a soak in the master bathroom. But she does not remain alone in it for long. How crowded might it become? And will her mother be the recipient of some bubbly revenge? (8 pages)

Crazed videographer – (Inspired by an AF clip and preview pictures) Jodi wants to do a photo shoot. But the videographer suggests they do it in the pool. Jodi has never learned how to swim. Will this turn out to be a bad idea? (15 pages)

Dear Diary 06 (plus bonus) (reactivated 1-10-20)

10925 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted continuation of the Dear Diary series plus an older “dry” story.

Dear Diary 6 – Kristen has been thinking about her brother(‘s cock) ever since the conclusion of the neighborhood pool party. Billy has also been reliving the memory of that same pool party over and over in his mind. The two meet out in the pool late at night for some pool fun. (14 pages)

The Penalty for a Forbidden Relationship – Karen is caught in a forbidden relationship with another female and Master has them both punished (hanged) for it. (7 pages)

Island 21-22 (1-10-20)

20770 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 21-22 – Eva and Karla are strapped to the same board and disciplined in the pool as Mike finishes Maggie’s session by toying with her sexually. Then all three undergo a breath-holding session together. If Eva and Karla can outlast Maggie, they will all be allowed to surface. Later, the loss of Yvonne hits Tamika hard. For a short time she resents Helen. But they learn the next contest will involve the loss of two inmates. So they resolve their differences and go on a wild spree, figuring they no longer have anything left to lose. (21 pages)

Jaime 26-27 – John, Jaime and Sylvia share an erotic shower together. Then John takes them back to the casino to look for a poker game. But when the masked girl shows up, John has her lead the entire poker table to a sex room so he can whore out his wife and next door neighbor while spending some quality time alone with the attendant. Later, the masked girl takes John outside and picks out a willing redhead in line. She takes her and John to a special room where Lidiya entices John to enjoy a flying fuck with the new girl. (19 pages)

Secret dive trip (plus bonus) (1-20-20)

12044 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older scuba stories recently edited.

Secret dive trip – 18 year old twin celebrities go out on a secret scuba diving trip to celebrate becoming adults away from the paparazzi. They are taken to a special location complete with reef and underwater shipwreck. But things are not what they seem as a hidden grudge rises to the surface. Contains three different endings. (20 pages)

AF’s The Net – Bridget and Will are planning a vacation to Jamaica. So they test out some scuba gear in his backyard pool. But Will’s wife does not take too kindly to his decision. So she tosses a net into the pool on top of her adulterous husband and his lover. (15 pages; 27 pictures/vidcaps)

Dear Diary 01 (plus bonus) (reactivated 1-20-20)

10956 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted first chapter of the Dear Diary series. It also contains two stories about Kylie who is having a very bad day.

Dear Diary 1 – Kristen tells her diary about the time she and her mother went over to a friend’s house to use the pool while her daddy is building them a new one for their back yard. Things get interesting as mother and daughter start having what Kristen calls “sexy underwater fun.” (8 pages)

Kylie’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad day – It is just not her day. First Kylie goes for a mud bath at the Spa, only to become “Mud-Packed” when she discovers she might have taken one too many muscle relaxants for her migraine. Then she has a little “Shower Shock” when the shower won’t drain properly. (12 pages)

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Wrong place, wrong time 3.7 (3)

It was a chain of events initiated simply because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Emma should have known better. But one of her weaknesses was an insatiable curiosity.

Emma had a habit of sticking her nose in places where it was better to leave well enough alone. She did it mostly because it was the adrenaline rush she craved. This time she was going to pay dearly.

She was hiding behind a dumpster in her hippie-chick outfit and boots. Emma was checking out this silver Lexus. It seemed an old place to park a vehicle like that.

She was debating getting closer to take a look in the front seat when she heard someone behind her clear their throat. She jumped with a start, turning to see who it was. A man in a three piece leisure suit stood there threateningly, hefting a small brick in his hand.

“Lookin’ for something, are we? I’d say you found something, all right.”

He swung the brick in her direction. Before she could think to move, it caught her square in the side of the head, instantly putting her lights out. Emma crumpled to the ground unconscious.

He looked down at her in disgust before casually tossing the brick into the dumpster. “Now what the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

He shook his head as he popped the lid to the trunk of the Lexus. “Better take you with me, just to be on the safe side. That’ll give me enough time to figure out what the hell I should do with you.”

He bent down and picked up her petite, five foot form. Then he dumped her unceremoniously into the trunk before slamming the lid shut. “Stupid little busybody,” he muttered as he opened the door and got behind the wheel.

As he drove around town, he pondered what he should do with her. First, he had a quick stop to make. He had some important papers to pick up.

When he pulled up, he saw there were no parking spots available. So he decided to double-park. He wouldn’t be there long.

He left the engine running as he climbed out of the driver’s seat and went inside. A couple doors down, two drunken teenagers looked up from their perch on the basement steps. That’s when they saw the idling Lexus.

They didn’t say a word to each other as they were already thinking the same thing. Both leaped up and rushed over to the vehicle where they jumped inside. They drove off in triumph, giddy over their newly acquired possession.

The man came out of the door 30 seconds later, only to discover his idling Lexus was gone. Inwardly he cursed his stupidity. The car was gone, along with his catch.

He hadn’t considered the possibility there might be someone around who might have been tempted to steal his vehicle. Clearly it was a spur of the moment theft. That was ok as he could have it tracked down in mere minutes.

He pulled out his cell phone to report the theft, He was about to punch in the number when he hesitated. There was still the body of that hippie-chick in the trunk of his car to think about.

Was she dead or merely unconscious? If the car was found, she would be found as well. That would not work out well as it would no doubt lead to some very embarrassing questions.

He cursed his stupidity as he looked down the street in the direction his vehicle had probably gone. Then he called for a cab. With any luck, whoever had taken his car would deal with that nosey little chick in the trunk so he wouldn’t have to.

Emma awoke to the sensation of being bounced around in a pitch black environment. She could clearly make out the sound of a car engine. It sent a chill running down her spine.

She quickly deduced she was in the trunk of some vehicle. It was probably that Lexus she’d been snooping around. She vaguely remembered some guy coming at her with a brick.

She could hear the radio blaring. Emma heard the sound of male voices coming from the front seat. They seemed highly excited.

Their voices sounded more than a little slurred. They’d obviously been drinking. She was sure they were not the original owners of the vehicle she was now trapped inside.

Emma started hollering, trying to get their attention. “Hey… HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

In response, the car took a turn just a little too fast. It caused her body to roll around. She slammed into the back of the passenger seat with an “UUMPH”, momentarily knocking the wind out of her.

Emma groggily shook her head, trying to get her bearings. But it was pitch black in the trunk. She couldn’t see a thing.

The vehicle took another corner a little too fast. She was slammed around again. “HEY! KNOCK IT OFF UP THERE! LET ME OUT, OK? I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

She could just make out the two males talking back and forth. They sounded like drunken teens. It was doubtful they could hear her past the roar of the engine along with the radio, much less the effects of the booze sloshing around killing their brain cells.

What happened to the man with the brick? How did these two clowns end up driving her around? What the hell was going on??

The only way she might be heard was if she could make some noise. So she rolled onto her back. Emma reached up and started beating on the trunk with her fists…

“LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT! YOU’RE GONNA BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!”

The immediate response was laughter as the car took another corner. Emma rolled around in the trunk. She thumped against the side with another “UUMPH!”

Emma struggled to get onto her back so she could try again. If she could just kick the hell out of something, surely that would get their attention. “Damned teens!” she muttered to herself.

The car swerved again, causing her to roll around some more. She struggled to return to lying on her back. She was about to start kicking again when she heard one of them holler “WATCH OUT!”

There was a crashing sound. Her body slammed around as the vehicle felt like it had gone through some sort of obstacle. Those two drunken morons had run through something and had wrecked the damn…

WHOA!

There was a brief feeling of being airborne. Then she heard a loud splash. That’s when the car suddenly started bobbing up and down.

She heard agitated voices. Both males sounded panicked. The engine was now off while the radio was still on. But she could clearly hear them…

“YOU FUCKING MORON! YOU DROVE US RIGHT INTO A FUCKING POOL! WE’VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!”

“WHERE ARE THE CONTROLS TO THE FUCKING WINDOWS??!!”

“FIND ‘EM, MAN!! WE GOTTA GET OUT – WE GOTTA GET OUT!”

There was a flurry of thumping and bumping. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere up in the front seat. Then Emma heard the unmistakable sound of water rushing into the vehicle.

At that moment she felt the front end start to point downward. “HEY!!” she cried out in alarm as a jolt of fearfully erotic tingles hit her hard. ”I’M BACK HERE – I’M BACK HERE! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Her panicked cries went unheeded as the teens struggled with problems of their own.

All of the sudden she felt water start to fill the trunk around her. It seemed to be coming from everywhere. It immediately presented a new threat.

Emma cried out even more as she started thrashing about. “GET ME OUT – GET ME OUT!” She even tried kicking against the side of the trunk. But it sounded like the guys were too busy trying to escape to pay any attention to unexpected thumps coming from the trunk.

All of the sudden there was a new sound. Water was rushing in through the sun roof. Emma felt the car lurch downward.

She heard the sound of bubbles hissing. The two teens cried out in alarm. It sounded like they were panicking up in the front seat… “I DON’T WANNA DROWN, MAN!”  “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

One of them suddenly mentioned something about the sunroof. For a moment Emma heard nothing but grunts from the front seat. Then their voices sounded further away as though they had somehow gotten outside the vehicle.

Emma rolled onto her back in the rapidly filling interior. She tried kicking the trunk like crazy… “LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT! I’M IN HERE – I’M IN HERE! DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!”

She thought she heard voices… faint voices. She heard something about them getting the hell out of there. Then there was silence save for the sound of water flooding the interior of the Lexus she was trapped inside.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Emma screamed, kicking the trunk as hard as she could. Then her head slipped under the rising water. She bubbled and sputtered.

She lifted up her head and gasped for breath, coughing and whimpering. “HEY, OUT THERE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I’M IN HERE – I’M IN HERE! THERE’S SOMEBODY IN THE TRUNK! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

She felt the vehicle lurch before starting to settle onto the bottom of the pool. That meant the car was fully submerged. She had to get out before the air in the trunk was gone!

More water rushed inside. If felt like it was coming in from everywhere. It was relentless, a vindictive spirit intent on drowning her.

Emma cried out in panic. Her heart pounded a mile a minute. She could feel fearfully erotic tingles surging wildly through her body.

She took a deep breath and then submerged onto her back. She lifted her legs up so she could kick the shit out of the lid of the trunk. Her best bet was to make enough noise to attract someone’s attention.

She had no idea where the vehicle was. Was anybody even close enough to hear her?? She could think of no other option.

Emma kicked like crazy, banging upon the lid with her booted feet. She bubbled in fright, trapped inside the trunk of a flooding car in total darkness. This was totally insane! How the hell had she ended up in such a crazy mess??

Her lungs heaved until she rose up, searching for some sort of air pocket. She found one close to the ceiling of her prison. Emma coughed and gasped, becoming more panicked in the darkness.

What alarmed her was how small the air pocket had become. The damned trunk was losing air fast. It was almost fully flooded!

Emma took another deep breath and then stretched out upon her back again. Then she kicked the lid of the trunk just as hard as she could. But the water slowed her motions, and the sounds were muffled.

Was there anyone topside? Did anyone hear her? Was she going to drown in the back of this damned Lexus?? Look what her curiosity had gotten her!

Her lungs heaved until she rose up to get another breath. But the pocket of air wasn’t there. Emma frantically felt around with her hands, trying to swallow the panic that wanted to envelope her.

She managed to find a spot of air. She pushed up with her lips, almost kissing the lid of the trunk. Gawd; her air was almost gone!

Emma grunted as she beat upon the trunk with her fists, her breath bubbling away. Then she stretched out upon her back one last time. That’s when she started kicking like crazy.

She had to hold her breath long enough to get someone’s attention. Rescuers had to be just outside, right? A few seconds more and she would be out of here!

Emma kicked hard until her legs became tired. Then her lungs started to burn. Instinctively she rose up inside the darkened trunk.

She frantically felt around for some sort of air pocket. But she couldn’t find anything. The panic returned as she bubbled like crazy…

Ohgawdohgawdohgawd…

Emma grunted in horror, shaking her head as she beat upon the lid of the trunk with her fists. Her lungs heaved insistently. All she could do was struggle to hold her breath.

There would be no source of air to draw from if she inhaled. Emma grunted in agony, whimpering anxiously as the approaching orgasm of fear swelled ominously inside her. GAWD! SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! I’M TRAPPED DOWN HERE!

She thought she heard faint voices. She could barely make out some sort of conversation up at the surface…

“Mom, can you believe this? I told you someday someone would run through that intersection and crash right through the wall into our pool!”

“Go call the cops, honey. Tell ‘em we got a car in our pool.”

“It’s a LEXUS, mom… a LEXUS! Just take a look at it! Can you believe it??”

“Honey, will you just go call the cops already?”

Emma screamed a froth of bubbles, her mind crying out, “I’M DOWN HERE – I’M DOWN HERE! DON’T LET ME DROWN!” She could feel the panic threatening to overwhelm her. It was so dark around her, the darkness of the grave.

Emma pounded upon the trunk with her fists. Then her lungs gave out. The petite young woman gurgled as her windpipe opened up.

Emma’s body reacted instinctively, her body thrashing about as her lungs tried to expel the killing liquid. She grunted and gurgled, weakly waving up at the lid of the trunk with her hands. Now she was all caught up in the throes of drowning.

Her body spasmed and convulsed. An unexpected orgasm hit her with devastating fury. She winced and bubbled as she kept gulping water while hitching and gurgling.

For a moment her body slowly drifted to float face up against the lid of the trunk. She hitched once more as her mouth opened and closed, trying one last time to inhale air instead of water. Then she shuddered with a bubbly sigh as she faded away, her flooded lungs causing her to settle onto the floor of the trunk.

The police finally arrived to investigate. They studied the wall as well as the astonishing sight of a silver Lexus resting at the bottom of a pool. A wrecker was soon called in to haul it out.

It wasn’t long until the neighborhood residents began to show up. It was quite the spectacle. Everyone wanted to gawk and laugh at someone’s stupidity of driving such a nice car through a brick wall into somebody’s backyard pool.

The car was pulled out while the owner was called to the scene. He was standing right there when somebody opened the trunk. The body of a petite young woman in some sort of hippie-chick garb lay on the floor of the trunk.

The owner of the car claimed it was stolen. He quickly pointed the blame in another direction. Fingerprints led to the two drunken joyriders who claimed ignorance about the body in the trunk. The owner was eventually charged for Emma’s unfortunate demise…

2012 (written May 16 ’12 by riwa)

(Inspired by a news story with accompanying photo used for illustration purposes.)

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After the wedding 4.3 (11)

“This is the place, Maggie,” Bonnie told her. The ladies were all naked. They’d left their clothes behind back at the trail.

Maggie looked at the four nooses hanging from the tree. Was this really going to happen? Were these sexy bitches really going to hang for her??

“Damn, girls. Are you sure about this?”

“We told you we wanted to hang for you after the wedding, Maggie. You know we never go back on our word.”

Maggie looked at Giselle, giving the sexy blonde an appreciative eye. “I know what you said back at the wedding, girls. But I never really took it seriously.”

“Oh, didn’t you?” Deidre chided with a knowing smile. She went into a pose, her black hair hanging down past her shoulders as she told her, “We all saw that look on your face when we promised to hang for you. We know you want to watch us kick it up in the air.”

“Damn, Dee-Dee. I mean… you know I love to watch hangings and all…”

“…which is why we agreed to do this for you,” Beverly said with a grin, her brunette strands catching the light breeze.

“Damn, honey. I don’t know…”

“Oh yes you do,” Deidre told her. “We all can see how turned on you are right now.”

“Of course I’m turned on, bitches. Why wouldn’t I be, especially seeing those four nooses hanging right there?”

“You can’t wait to hang us, can you,” Bonnie smirked. Then she reached down and picked up one of four sets of handcuffs they’d left there when they’d set this up for their friend.

“We might as well get on with it. I’m first. So here’s my cuffs, Maggie. Cuff me, noose me up and then push me off the ledge into eternity.”

“Damn, Bonnie. I don’t know that I really want to hang you all.”

“That’s bullshit, Maggie,” Deidre told her. “We all know you want to hang us. We saw how excited you got witnessing that hanging at the Williamson reception last June. We were tempted to hang for your reception yesterday. But we decided a nice, private hanging out here in the great outdoors would be even better. That’s why we’re hanging for you and you alone.”

“I… I don’t… you bitches are so fucking sexy!”

“So hang me already!” Bonnie declared, turning her back to her with the cuffs in one hand behind her back.

“And don’t go all gentle on us,” Giselle added. “We know how hard it was to control yourself watching the Williamson wedding.”

Bonnie shook the cuffs behind her back. “Hurry up, already! Hang me before I change my mind!”

Maggie’s hands were trembling as she took the cuffs from her friend. She cuffed one wrist behind her back. Then she cuffed the other. Finally she grabbed one of the nooses and looped it around her neck.

Bonnie gasped and whimpered, her nipples hard and her pussy dripping. “Now hang her, Maggie,” Deidre urged.

“Hang the fucking slut!” Giselle added.

“Push her off and send her to hell!” Beverly encouraged.

“Hang me!” Bonnie blurted out, gasping excitedly. She was writhing like crazy, her heart beating fast. “Do it, Maggie!”

Maggie put a hand in her back and tentatively pushed her forward. Bonnie pitched forward off the ledge with a cry. The noose quickly took up her weight. Then she began to kick.

Her hands began jerking behind her back as she started to struggle. Her face took on a look of agony as she fought her noose. If she’d just changed her mind, it was much too late to back out now.

“Look at that bitch swing!” Deidre gasped as she groped her own tits.

“Fucking hell!” Giselle added.

“Look at her hang for you, Maggie!” Beverly added.

“Fuck,” Maggie breathed quietly, not sure how loudly she should be enjoying herself. “Damn, Bonnie. You look so fucking hot hanging like that.”

Beverly came up from behind her, reaching around and groping her mounds. Giselle was furiously rubbing herself. Deidre couldn’t believe how hot it was watching their friend swing for them.

The four of them watched Bonnie kick her life away. Her gyrations slowed as her convulsions lessened. Her rasps were silenced until she was hardly making any sound at all. All that could be heard was the creaking of the rope as she gently swung back and forth.

“I’m next,” Giselle said as she walked over to the pile of handcuffs. She picked one up and then walked over to a noose. Obediently she pulled her arms behind her back, holding the cuffs in one hand.

“Do her, Maggie!” Deidre urged. “Hang the fucking whore!”

“Yes, hang her!” Beverly encouraged.

This time it was easier for Maggie to cuff Giselle’s hands behind her back. It was also easier for her to loop the noose around her neck. Giselle looked at Bonnie’s dangling body and gasped for breath, sensing her moment was at hand.

“Now push her off,” Deidre urged.

“Hang the fucking slut!” Beverly added.

“Hang me!” Giselle agreed, writhing and whimpering as she too started having second thoughts.

“Hang, bitch!” Deidre urged. Maggie put a hand in her back and gave Giselle a shove. She was much less hesitant this time.

The blonde cried out as she pitched forward. For a moment she was afraid she was going to fall all the way down the mountainside. Then the noose pulled her up short.

Almost immediately she began to kick. Her arms jerked behind her back as her body fought to live. Instinctively she threw her chest out. Then she started humping the air.

“Fuck; she’s cumming!” Deidre gasped as she furiously fingered herself.

“So fucking hot!” Beverly agreed as she reached around and groped Maggie’s tits again from behind.

“Hang for me, you fucking whore!” Maggie panted. “Hang for me!” Now she was starting to get into it.

Giselle’s shapely legs kicked as she fought the noose. It hurt like hell. But as she twisted around she got a view of her three friends watching in awe as well as a heightened sexual arousal. It filled her with shameful pleasure the way they were enjoying her hanging despite the agony she was experiencing.

“Gawd, look at her hang!”

“Such a fucking whore!”

“Hang for me, you fucking bitch! I can’t believe how fucking hot you look dancing your life away for me! Fucking hell!”

“See, Maggie?” Beverly whispered into her ear from behind. “We knew you’d love it.”

Giselle kicked her life away until she exhausted herself. Then she hung limp, joining Bonnie’s naked corpse as both bodies gently swayed back and forth. Her bladder released, the final verdict of her gift to the friend whose wedding she’d participated in just the other day.

“Two down; two to go,” Deidre observed.

“I’m next!” Beverly gasped. “I can’t wait any longer.”

She went over and picked up one of the two remaining handcuffs. Then she presented it to Maggie. “Hang me, you sexy bitch!”

“I’m really looking forward to hanging you,” Maggie gasped as she spun her around.

She roughly cuffed Beverly’s arms behind her back. Then she reached out for a noose and looped it around her neck. Finally she reached down and fingered the trembling woman’s slit.

“You’re wet, aren’t you? Are you gonna cum for me in the noose?”

Beverly’s mouth was dry. She could only nod; she was so excited. Her pussy was wet and dripping, the fear and excitement so intense that she was sure she was going to explode.

“Come for me and die, you fucking whore!” Then Maggie shoved her hard off the ledge. This time there was no hesitation at all.

Beverly let out a cry that was choked off the moment the noose took her full weight. Then her legs went kicking and flying all over the place as her arms jerked violently behind her back. Her body didn’t want to hang, but it was too late now.

“Fucking hell; just look at her go!” Deidre breathed as she furiously fingered herself.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Fucking hang, you sexy bitch! Kick your life away for me!”

Beverly threw her chest out as her back arched. Then her knees came up. It looked like she was cumming up a storm in the noose.

Maggie almost collapsed; it was so damned erotic. She cried out from a climax of her own as Beverly humped and fucked the air. Then her dying friend was back to fighting the noose, her arms jerking wildly behind her back.

“Just look at that slut hang, Maggie! She looks like she was born for the noose!”

“Fucking hell, Deidre! I can’t believe how turned on I am!”

“It’s our present to you for letting us help you with the wedding yesterday.”

“Gawd; she’s really suffering in that noose! Suffer for me, you fucking bitch!”

“Gawd, Maggie! She’s cumming again!”

Beverly seemingly threw out her chest even farther, if that were possible. Then she violently humped the air as fluid sprayed out of her cunt. It almost made Maggie crumple to her knees; it was so damned sexy.

Beverly finally began to settle down. Her jerks and hitches lessened until she was gently swaying in her noose. Now there were three naked bodies dangling from ropes.

“Oh fuck! Fuck – fuck – fuck!” Deidre stood there as though frozen to the spot, panting like crazy.

Maggie managed to pick up the last set of handcuffs herself. She took them over and grabbed Deidre’s arm. She roughly pulled it behind her back as she hissed, “Your turn, Dee-Dee. Put on a good show for me!” Then she clatched both wrists together behind her friend’s back.

Deidre stared at the three swaying, naked bodies dangling in the breeze. Maggie brought the noose down around her neck. Then she moved all that black hair out of the way.

Dee-Dee trembled as she gasped, “Gawd, I’m so turned on right now. But I’m so fucking scared!”

“I’m glad you are,” Maggie hissed into her ear. “I like it when you’re scared as you’re about to hang.”

“Maggie? I… I don’t think I want to do this anymore.”

“I don’t fucking care, you sexy bitch.”

“Maggie, please don’t hang me!”

“I’m going to enjoy watching you hang most of all.”

“Maggie; PLEASE!”

“Of all these bitches, I’ve always wanted to see you in the noose, honey.”

“Gawd, Maggie!”

Her fingers slipped into Deidre’s dripping slit. Maggie wriggled them around before pulling them out with a cruel smile. “Wet as hell, eh? It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you hang for me.”

“Maggie, don’t!”

“Hang for me, you fucking whore!” Then Maggie violently pushed her friend off the ledge.

Deidre let out a cry as she pitched forward. Then the noose pulled her up short before she could fall to her death. A moment later she was swinging back and forth as the other three naked bodies dangled nearby, waiting for her to join them on the other side.

She’d wanted her hanging to be extra special. So she’d tried to act frightened and hesitant. It hadn’t been all that much of an act really. But it was clear Maggie had loved it.

Deidre kicked her legs everywhere as her arms jerked violently behind her back. She didn’t have to worry about putting on a good performance now. The pain and growing terror were helping her do more than enough.

“Hang, bitch!” Maggie bellowed from the ledge. “Hang for me, you fucking whore! Oh gawd; it’s so fucking good!”

Maggie collapsed onto the ledge, furiously fingering herself. Deidre fought the noose the entire time. It was the performance Maggie wanted, a performance her body was instinctively trained to supply for her.

Dee-Dee couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Her chest was on fire as she tried to push it forward, arching her back. But that didn’t diminish the searing agony in her lungs.

“Fuck – fuck – fuck! Hang for me, you sexy bitch! Hang for me, Dee-Dee! I fucking love it!” Then Maggie screamed her orgasm to the heavens.

It swelled within her until she couldn’t stop herself. That’s when Deidre began violently humping the air as her legs bent at the knees. It was as though she was trying to fuck the entire valley beyond.

“CUM FOR ME, DEE-DEE! CUM FOR ME AND DIE, YOU SEXY BITCH! OHMYGAWD; WHAT A FUCKING DANCE!” Maggie was almost in hysterics as she kept crying out while cumming and cumming.

Deidre fought the noose for what seemed like ages. Strangely it hadn’t quite closed off her windpipe. As a result she just kept fighting and kicking and jerking her arms behind her back. Then she was violently humping the air again.

“YEEEESSSSSS! FUUUUUCK! CUM FOR ME, YOU SEXY NOOSE-WHORE!” Maggie was furiously fingering herself as though she couldn’t keep up.

With one hard jerk Deidre finally exhausted herself. She tiredly swung back and forth as her body rotated. It felt so much better not having to fight anymore.

She got a glimpse of Maggie lying on the ledge, her body consumed with sexual lust, her face a grimace of never-ending pleasure. She felt a flush of warmth in her dying features. She was happy her hanging had contributed to some of that. Then her senses began cutting out as internal body parts started shutting down.

Maggie watched breathlessly as Deidre’s naked body twisted and swayed. She let out a clipped cry as she watched her bladder release. Then Maggie endured yet another quivering orgasm that left her breathless.

She lay there panting like crazy on the ledge as she tried to settle down and compose herself. She looked out to see four naked, sexy naked women swaying and twisting in the breeze. Then she winced as it flushed warmly through her body yet again.

She sat there for the longest time as she watched them. Their bodies slowed until they were hardly moving at all. Then they dangled quietly save for a light breeze occasionally nudging one to sway a little.

Maggie finally rose to her feet. She blew all of them a kiss, thanking each one for her amazing gift. Then she headed down to go collect her clothes back at the trail, leaving her dangling friends for the vultures to find and feast upon.

2019 (written May 15 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Quidam Martin’s manip.)

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Entrapment 4.2 (6)

Doug burst up to the surface and gasped for breath. He reached up, grabbed the edge of the dock and pulled himself up out of the lake, revealing a set of light-blue swim trunks around his waist. He picked up his towel and dried himself off before heading back to the cabin in his bare feet.

He shook his head as he thought about it. It was a nice idea. But it would be a miracle if it worked.

He and his wife Renae lived in the cabin during the summer months so they could escape the city. It meant commuting farther to work each day than it did from their home in the suburbs. But the peace and quiet more than made up for it. Besides, the cabin was located right next to the lake, complete with its very own dock.

They loved playing in the water, especially when it came to sexual bondage games. Renae had actually come up with the idea. She’d casually mentioned one day how hot it would be if she were to swim down to the bottom of the lake and get tangled in some rope or seaweed. Her husband could then come down and take advantage of her in her helpless situation. The thought had aroused him so much that from that day forward he’d made it a personal quest to somehow make that fantasy come true.

If he was lucky, today would be the day… that is, if the damned thing even worked. What threatened to spoil the whole thing was the probability his wife might have to spring the trap herself. He knew she’d be willing to do it. But he wanted to surprise her.

This was just a one-time shot. Once she knew it was down there, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore. However she’d probably love going down there again and again once she discovered what he’d set up.

He entered the cabin, walked into the den and proceeded to write the note. When he was finished he folded it up and walked it to the back door. He stepped outside and tucked it into the little pouch that hung from the nail next to the doorjamb.

That was their special signal. It indicated something fun was on the immediate horizon. So far neither one had ever declined when the pouch had been filled.

Doug walked back into the cabin and sat down at his desk in the den. Renae would be coming home from work in the next hour or so. That meant she would probably need a good diversion.

Fridays were usually pretty hectic around her office. Traffic would be murder driving out to the cabin. The only reason he was there now was because he worked 10-hour shifts and got Fridays off with his weekends. He hoped what he’d written in her note would excite her enough to overcome any exhaustion she might feel when she pulled up into the driveway.

He propped his legs up on the desk and began to get aroused just thinking about what would happen in the next hour or so. His wife would come home and read the note. He hoped she would be too tired and want to skip this one.

If she was up for it she would walk out to the dock, strip off her clothes, and then dive into the water. She would swim down to the bottom of the lake where she would get caught in his trap. He only hoped it would work.

She would be forced to hold her breath until he showed up with the scuba tank. Then he would fuck her brains out. That should more than make up for any kind of bad day or rotten traffic she might have had to endure.

Everything was all set. All he had to do now was wait until he heard the sound of her car pull up in the driveway. Then he’d watch her out the front window. Seeing her dive nude into the lake would be his cue to head out the door with the scuba tank in hand.

He suddenly yawned; he was feeling a little tired and sluggish. Maybe he should take a little nap before playtime. After all, hooking everything up had been rather tiring.

She wouldn’t be back for a while yet. He probably had time. So Doug leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and nodded off to sleep…

—–

Renae’d had one helluva day. She’d misfiled some important paperwork early in the morning, resulting in the loss of an important client. Work had rapidly gone downhill from there.

She’d left the office for the weekend with her job barely intact. That’s when she’d run into a massive traffic jam. An overturned semi had forced her to be rerouted along with the rest of the population.

She fought with traffic long enough to navigate out of the city. She drove up into the mountains and make it to their four-mile long private road. That’s when she realized too late that she hadn’t checked the gas gauge.

The car was running on fumes. It made it another mile up their drive before it coughed and died. She coasted to a stop on the edge of the blacktop.

Renae climbed out of the vehicle with nothing but the clothes on her back and her purse in hand. She slammed the door in disgust. Then she locked the car.

SHIT; what a day! There was nothing left to do but walk the rest of the way to the cabin on foot. Doug would have to bring her back in the morning with a couple gallons of gas. That should be enough to get her out to the main road and reach the nearest service station.

She began the three-mile walk to the cabin muttering angrily under her breath. Maybe she should have driven to their home in the city instead. Doug could have fended for himself for the weekend…

—–

The wall clock in the living room quietly chimed the hour. It stirred Doug out of his nap. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rose from his office chair.

He walked to the back of the cabin where he looked out the window. But he saw nothing but his SUV in the driveway. Renae wasn’t home yet.

“Traffic must’ve been bad,” he told himself. “Hope she’s in the mood to play when she gets here.”

He sighed as he went back into the den. He sat down in his chair and realized he was still a little sleepy. The dive down into the lake to set up his trap must have worn him out more than he expected.

He told himself he would hear the car pull up when she got home. Besides, she was liable to come right inside if she’d had a rough day. And with that Doug leaned back in his chair. He ended up nodding off again, unable to keep his eyes open…

—–

Renae was only mildly annoyed when she completed the first mile of her hike. But by the time the cabin came into view, forty-five minutes had gone by. Now she was madder than a wet hen.

She angrily walked up to the back door. She was reaching for the knob when she caught sight of the note sticking out of the pouch. “No way in hell,” she grumbled quietly, shaking her head.

She was about to walk right in when she hesitated. A part of her wanted to grab the folded piece of paper and throw it in her husband’s face. She was angry and wanted to take it out on someone.

Curiosity got the better of her. Doug must have set something up out of thoughtfulness. He didn’t know the type of day she would have.

She carefully pulled it out and read the contents…

Walk to the end of the dock, strip out of all your clothes and dive into the water.

You’ll find something interesting waiting for you at the bottom of the lake.

What the hell was at the bottom of the lake? He wanted her naked; that much was obvious. That meant it would probably be something sexual.

For a moment she thought about going in and ripping the note to shreds right in front of him, just to let him know what kind of day she’d had. Then she thought about diving nude into cool water. It would caress her skin as it took the steam right out of her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

She thought about her husband diving down to meet her with some wicked scheme in mind. Her breath caught in her throat, despite her anger over the day’s events. That’s when she felt a faint flicker of arousal emanate from her pussy.

She tried to work up a little indignation over the type of day she’d just had. But it was no use. Now she had to go through with it, if nothing more than to see what was going to happen. Maybe what she really needed right now was an orgasm.

Renae walked around the cabin and headed for the dock, feeling the excitement build within her. Just jumping into the water was going to feel good. Whatever Doug had in mind was probably going to feel even better.

She walked out onto the wooden structure and proceeded to strip out of her office attire. Next it was her bra and panties. When they fell to her feet she felt a light breeze caress her nipples.

She found herself becoming a little excited as the painful memory of the past several hours began to ebb away. She walked to the end of the dock, breathing deeply in anticipation of her dive. Even if he did nothing to her the dive would do her good.

She didn’t know how long he was going to keep her under. Would he force her to hold her breath? She wanted to fill her lungs before she jumped in.

She looked all around but she couldn’t see him anywhere. No doubt, he was watching her from some hidden vantage point. Was he underwater in scuba?

She took one last, deep breath. Then she grabbed her nose. Renae stepped off the dock and hit the water with a quiet splash…

—–

Doug abruptly sat upright in his chair. He was wide awaken, his senses alert. What had awakened him?

He listened intently but he didn’t hear a thing. He rose up from his office chair and made his way to the back of the cabin. He looked out the window, but there was no car. There was no Renae.

His mind naturally drifted to unpleasant possibilities. Had she gotten into an accident? He knew traffic would be bad on a Friday. But usually she was there by now.

He walked back into the den and sat in his chair. He stared uncomfortably at the clock on his desk. But he felt unsettled. Why was that?

—–

Renae felt cool water embrace her. Instantly it refreshed her. It felt like her nipples were literally popping out of her breasts.

Her clit swelled, arousing her even more. She released her nose and pulled for the bottom of the lake with both arms. Bubbles trickled out through her nostrils.

She drew closer to the muddy bottom. Renae thought she saw indentations in the soil near one of the wooden supports. Upon closer inspection she saw it was a single set of footprints, pointing toward the dock.

She used her hands to skull herself in the water until she was upright. Out of curiosity, she moved herself down and placed her feet into the prints. Whoever made them had bigger feet than she did. Did they belong to Doug?

While she was standing in the mud, she looked all around. She caught sight of a little chain attached to the dock support hanging right in front of her. It hung there like the one you pulled to turn on the bare bulb up in the attic.

What was it doing down here? It looked like it was out of place. Curiosity got the better of her as she reached out and gave it a gentle tug…

—–

On a hunch, Doug picked up the phone and dialed his wife’s office. When he got the automated system he hung up. Getting the recording meant no one was in the building.

Renae was certainly late. But it wasn’t because she had to work overtime. He sighed heavily and sat back in his chair.

His mind began processing scenarios as he wondered what was keeping her. Was it because there had been a major accident on the highway? Or was everyone and their grandmother coming up into the mountains for the weekend?

—–

Renae felt movement at her feet. Something wrapped around her ankles and pulled them together, the soil churning beneath her. For a frightening moment she thought she’d been attacked by a snake.

She was jerked off her feet, causing her to bubble in alarm. She was pulled through the water until she came to an abrupt halt. She ended up against the large anchor her husband had placed there several months ago.

It lay several feet away from the dock. It was something they used to secure each other to whenever they played bondage games in the lake. Thankfully she managed not to inhale. But now her heart thumped loudly in her chest as her eyes snapped open in astonishment.

What the hell was this? Was it another underwater surprise by her husband? She wasn’t sure she was in the mood. But then again, she needed something to take her mind off the day she’d just had.

She tried to kick with her feet, only to discover that she couldn’t. Something had wrapped tightly around her ankles. It was impossible to take a step in any direction without toppling. Only her natural buoyancy kept her upright as she hung tethered in place.

She looked down at her feet. A thin black cord wrapped tightly around her ankles. It reminded her of that stuff Tom Cruise had hung from the ceiling with in that ‘Mission Impossible’ movie.

She remembered it had been strong enough to support his body weight. So she suspected she probably wouldn’t be able to break out of this stuff down here. She traced its path with her eyes, following it as it looped through the anchor before heading back to the dock, only to disappear into the shadows.

She felt a sudden thrill of fear shiver through her. Her anxiety was quickly followed by a surge of sexual excitement. That’s when it all came back to her.

She remembered telling Doug about a fantasy of being hung up on the bottom of the lake. Apparently he’d rigged up something down here. Now she was secured by her ankles on the muddy bottom, completely helpless while awaiting whatever fate was in store for her.

She looked down at her ankles and examined what was securing her. Maybe she wasn’t completely helpless. She could probably get out of it if she really wanted to.

She thought about her day. Then she realized with irony how her situation fit what had happened to her. Her office mistake had now turned into “a peril situation”.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she considered the matter. Originally she’d considered a role-play similar to this as a mob secretary being eliminated for going to the Feds. But today it fit her perfectly. Doug would probably have a good laugh at how he had managed to entrap her and how it fit into her terrible office mistake.

Mob informant or office disaster? Did it matter? The fantasy was still the same: being weighed down and dumped nude into the lake to drown.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. A small burst of air escaped past her parted lips. Discomfort began to settle in her lungs.

Renae looked up toward the dock. She half-expected Doug to jump into the water any minute now. Surely he would take advantage of her sexually before allowing her to “drown”, thus fulfilling her fantasy scenario.

Was he already in the water? Was he watching from somewhere under the dock? She didn’t see him anywhere in his scuba gear.

A part of her hoped he would delay for several more seconds. Maybe she deserved this for the office mistake she’d made. Doug had no idea his timing was so perfect. It was almost as though her husband was tuned into her and had sensed her needs before she did.

She felt another shiver of fear ripple down her spine as more bubbles escaped out of her nose. She could really drown down here! Her womanhood began to tingle as she clenched, a sure sign of things to cum…

—–

Doug stood up and began to pace back and forth. He was probably worrying over nothing. But it did seem awfully late for her to be coming out to the cabin, especially at this hour.

She should‘ve been here by now. Maybe she’d driven to the house in the burbs to pick up a few things for the weekend. Did that mean she would get here even later? Would she be too tired to take part in what he’d rigged for her out at the dock?

—–

Renae felt that familiar burn in her lungs. But she decided to try to prolong her forced breath-hold. Besides, Doug was sure to show up at any moment.

Her hand slithered down her crotch. She began rubbing her clit, fanning the flames of desire burning inside her. She burbled delightedly, momentarily distracting herself from the growing tightness in her chest.

She fondled and caressed herself as she imagined the last few moments of her life on the surface. She imagined how rough the hit-man had treated her while undressing her before attaching the weight to her ankles. She even pictures the evil smirk on the guy’s face as he told her she was ‘gonna sleep with the fishes’. She could just imagine her cry of alarm as he tossed her and the weight off the dock.

Her free hand drifted up to her breasts where she rubbed them hard, pinching her nipples and adding to her excitement. She struggled with her feet, trying to escape the cord wrapped tightly around her ankles. But it was a useless gesture. The hit-man in her scenario had secured her too tightly.

She’d never told her husband about her secret desire to almost drown for real. Had he guessed it? Had she laid out enough hints that he’d somehow figured it out?

Was he going to wait until she was right on the brink before he came down and gave her air? Maybe he was somewhere nearby, watching her pleasure herself while waiting for just the right moment. What if she really did drown and he had to resuscitate her??

It didn’t matter as she’d gladly take either scenario right now. The excitement within her rose to a fever pitch. Her chest spasmed, demanding she refill her aching lungs.

Air spewed out of her nose, signaling she was nearing the limits of her endurance. If she was going to cum, now was the time. It was also time for Doug to show up and watch her performance before giving her air or freeing her feet.

She rubbed her clit once more before plunging two fingers into her clenching pussy. Renae started thrusting hard and fast. A convulsion shook her chest, forcing another burst of air past her lips.

She tipped her head back while arched her back. Then she closed her eyes as the orgasm rushed toward her from somewhere deep inside. That’s when she filled in the gaps in her mind…

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked the mob hit-man in fear as he tied the weights to her ankles.

 “I’m gonna drown your sorry ass!” Then she was tossed unceremoniously into the lake, never to breathe air again…

The images in her mind were enough to help send her over the edge. Every muscle stiffened. Then Renae started to thrash about as her orgasm overtook her.

She cried out, sending a froth of bubbles scurrying to the surface. She winced over how good it felt. Perhaps the day hadn’t been a total loss after all…

—–

Doug wandered to the front door and looked out the window. He thought he saw clothes lying on the dock. His eyes opened in surprise.

His first inclination was to think someone was skinny-dipping on their private property. After all, Renae wasn’t home yet. He hadn’t heard her pull up.

He strode through the cabin to the back door. He opened it and looked outside. His wife’s car was nowhere to be seen.

On a strange impulse he checked the pouch.

The note was gone…

—–

Renae bucked and thrashed about as her body was ravaged by the orgasm that washed through her. It finally passed, leaving her breathless and exhausted. Then a massive convulsion shook her chest, insisting she inhale.

Her eyes flew open in horror. She was out of breath. She had to get to the surface.

Instinctively she pulled with her arms, trying to kick upward. But the cord around her ankles held her fast. Panicked, she bent down and clawed at it in a frantic attempt to create some slack so she could get free.

She scratched herself in several places with her fingernails. She felt another painful spasm as her stomach undulated. It caused her to jerk on the cord in desperation.

It was too tight. There was something heavy on the other maintaining constant tension on the rope. It was preventing her from slipping free.

She tried kicking out of it. But the cord remained firmly in place. Now it hurt as it started to bite into her flesh.

Renae experienced another painful convulsion, one that caused her to lose most of her breath in a large burst of bubbles. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to kick herself free. But her legs were held together by the loop around her ankles.

She squirmed feebly as panic totally enveloped her. The last of her air burbled away through her fingers covering her mouth. She reflexively inhaled, her lungs unable to hold off any longer.

Shock filled Renae’s face as she coughed, trying to expel what little lake water had gone down her windpipe. She reflexively took another breath, inhaling more lake water. Instantly she abandoned the cord around her ankles.

She started pulling like crazy for the surface with her arms, frantic to get to the air above her. Her head shook back and forth as her remaining air came out of her mouth, accompanied by lake water. She spasmed painfully, causing her 36Cs to bounce erotically as she struggled to get to the surface. Agony… fatigue… both rapidly weakened her. Her chest kept hitching, forcing out the last of her breath in painful heaves. She flailed less and less as her struggles diminished.

She gulped water, attempting to swallow oxygen. Her mind screamed for her husband. She had no idea it would hurt like hell.

She became dizzy and disoriented. The pain eased until she momentarily had clarity of thought. Where the hell was Doug??

Was he somewhere nearby, watching her drown? She wondered how turned on he’d be at seeing her nude body spasm for him. Was he going to wait until she stopped moving before pulling her up to the surface and reviving her?

For a moment it didn’t hurt so bad. It made her consider how thoughtful it was of him to allow her to experience her greatest fantasy. The thought gave her a sense of peace, causing the muscles in her face to relax.

She hitched once more before she went totally limp. A surge of fear began to overwhelm her again. That’s when the life flicked out of her eyes as she lost consciousness.

A couple of stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. She hung in the water, her feet held up against the anchor by the cord wrapped around her ankles. Her arms hung loosely at her sides.

Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers, evidence of the arousal she’d experienced. She looked upward with unseeing eyes at the air that was oh, so far away. She never felt the second orgasm that flushed warmly through her body…

—–

Doug shot out the back door and circled around the cabin. He made a beeline for the dock at a dead run. As he approached, he recognized the clothes lying there, the clothes his wife had worn to the office.

As he thumped along the dock he caught sight of the note. It was tucked underneath a shoe. She’d been out here this whole time??

His heart leaped into his throat. He sucked in a huge breath and dove off the side of the dock with a splash. Then he headed straight for the anchor they often used in their underwater sex play.

Renae’s nude body hung tethered before him, attached to the anchor by the cord wrapped around her ankles. She was starting to topple over as though becoming heavy. There was a strange look in her eyes. The sight would have been erotic as hell had he not been to frightened.

He reached down and struggled to pull her feet out of the loop that wound tightly around her ankles. He noticed little scratches and claw marks from her attempts to free herself. How long had she been down here??

There was no time to reason when she’d arrived or why the car wasn’t in the driveway. He had to get her out now. Answers would come later… that is, if he could successfully resuscitate her.

It took him longer than he wanted it to. The counter weights he’d attached to the other end of the cord were maintaining the tension, making it hard to free her feet. He should have waited until he was with her before trying to act this out.

He’d just managed to force one foot out of the loop of cord when he felt a spasm in his chest. He was going to need air soon. But his wife needed it more than he did, and he resolved not to surface without her.

He worked frantically to pull her other foot free. It finally came out, causing the coil of cord to whiz freely across the bottom of the lake toward the dock, kicking up silt. Doug wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist and swam her to the surface.

He burst up out of the water, gasping wildly for breath. Then he proceeded to push the body of his wife up onto the dock. It was a good thing it was right there and not elevated.

He got her out onto her stomach and chest as her legs dangled lifelessly in the water. Then he pulled himself out of the lake. He grabbed her arms, dragged her up fully onto the dock and then turned her over.

She wasn’t breathing. Her face had become quite pale. A quick check revealed no pulse.

He bent down over her and tipped her head to one side to drain the water out of her mouth. Then he pinched her nose shut. He sealed his lips to hers and blew two deep breaths into her, causing her chest to rise and fall.

There was no response…

He placed his hands just below her breasts and started pumping furiously. When he’d counted to 15 he went back to her face, pinched her nose shut and blew two more deep breaths into her body.

It did no good. A quick check told him there was still no pulse.

He placed his hands on her body and started pumping again, praying he wasn’t too late. How long had she been under? Then he locked lips with hers and blew hard.

Her chest rose and fell. Otherwise there was no response.

“C’mon, babe – you gotta breathe for me!” Then he started pumping again. “Don’t leave me, Renae!”

After a count of 15 he blew a deep breath into her. She did not move. He choked back a sob, fearing the worst.

Doug started pumping her chest again as his heart pounded furiously in his chest. He felt a wave of dizziness sweep over him. He felt as though he was in some horrible nightmare.

“C’mon, Renae,” he exclaimed before he blew a deep breath into her lungs. “You’ve got to breathe, dammit!” He blew a second breath into her before pausing dramatically.

There was no response. She just looked up into the sky with those lifeless eyes.

“C’MON, DAMN YOU! LIVE!” Then he started furiously pumping on her chest again.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! BREATHE, DAMN YOU!”

He locked lips once again and blew two deep breaths into her body. There was no response. He checked for a pulse. He couldn’t find one.

Doug couldn’t make himself stop. He would do chest compressions until hell froze over. That’s when he felt a tiredness begin to settle in. Was this a vow he would never be able to keep?

“C’mon, babe! Daddy’s getting tired! Give me a breath, Renae!”

When there was no response he blew two lungfuls of air into her body. Her chest rose and fell… rose and fell again.

Nothing…

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he started pumping again. “LIVE, DAMN YOU!” “BREATHE, GAWD-DAMMIT!” Then he desperately locked lips with her and blew two more deep breaths into her body.

There was no response. Renae simply stared up at the sky with lifeless eyes.

“DON’T YOU LOOK UP AT ME LIKE THAT! BREATHE, DAMN YOU! STOP BEING SO STUBBORN!

He slapped her face angrily. Then he slapped her again. He tried to stop himself, but he was both angry and desperate.

Her eyes blinked…

“Renae?! …RENAE???!!!”

She blinked again as her chest convulsed. A lungful of water burbled up out of her mouth. She gurgled before she started coughing.

Doug froze as hope swelled within him. He stared incredulously. He almost couldn’t believe it and was afraid he might wake up to see her dead on the dock.

She vomited water up. Then she gasped. Her coughing fit became less pronounced.

Her husband slowly lifted her up into a sitting position. He carefully embraced her as though she might break. She coughed less as she began breathing better.

Tears of relief and joy poured out of Doug’s eyes. His wife looked at him in surprise before she found the strength to wrap her arms around him. He was finding it hard to speak… “Oh, babe… I thought I’d lost you!”

She looked at him and coughed again. Then she smiled wryly. “Did you have to make it so damned realistic?”

He nervously laughed. Then he helped her to her feet. We’d better get you checked out.

“Are we ever going… to do that again? Next time you might want… to be a little closer with the regulator.” He nervously laughed again before scooping up her clothes and then helping her to the cabin.

2005; 2019 (written Feb 14 ’05; ed. Aug 4 ‘19 by riwa)

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Beheaded by axe on the public scaffold 4.4 (14)

I was alone with my thoughts. There was no illumination in the cell… hardly any making its way to the bars blocking the doorway. No doubt it was meant to be a frightening experience to break the spirit of the condemned. But I was not afraid.

There was a faint smell in the air that made me melancholy. It was the smell of mother who had been here before me, and its accusation hung all around me. This was my fate for failing to save her.

As I waited, I felt yet another emotion… one of growing excitement. At last, I would now get to experience the headsman’s cock for myself as one of the condemned. I had seen it so often during a beheading that I had imagined this day long before it had arrived.

A worrisome thought troubled me. Would I be executed without getting to feel him inside me? Would that be denied me? It was a silly thought considering the greater concern of me losing my head in the public square.

At the doorway it appeared to be getting lighter. I could see a little clearer in my cell. Then he appeared in the doorway with a set of keys in one hand and a torch in the other. All he wore was his hood.

I looked down to see his cock was hardening. It sent an erotic jolt running through me. Had mother seen this very same thing that I now saw? Had he come for her in the very same way? I found myself hoping he would use and abuse me for as long as possible before his axe kissed my neck in the public square.

He came in and grabbed my wrist, roughly pulling me out of the cell. I did not resist, nor did I speak in my defense. What was there to say? I was guilty of the worst treachery.

He took me through the dark structure to a bare room with a straw floor. There was a strong smell of sex in the air. Was this where the condemned experienced their last moments of pleasure? Was this where mother had been recently?

He set the torch up in a handle in the wall. Then he approached me. He ripped the robe down off my body, exposing my nudity to his gaze.

I was embarrassed to stand aroused before him. My nipples were hard, my breasts heaving. I was moist with anticipation.

He reached out and grabbed my mounds with his hands, fondling and squeezing them. I sighed as I trembled before him. He pawed me as one might paw a horse being inspected before purchase. But I did not resist.

He took me down to the straw, still groping my flesh. I moaned as I quivered before him. I heard him murmur, “So beautiful” as he felt up every inch of me. It made me tremble with desire the way he seemed to want me.

I don’t know why I was so brazen as to reach for his cock. I took it in my hands and skillfully pulled him as I did with father during the beheadings we had witnessed together. I expected a violent response for taking the initiative, and I submissively prepared for it. But none was forthcoming.

I imagined I was on the block kneeling before him. I could not stop myself. I took him into my mouth and sucked him into full hardness as I had done so many times before with father. After all, the headsman deserved the very best from the condemned.

He climbed on top of me and penetrated me. I gasped as he filled me. “So beautiful,” he panted again as he thrust harder until I shamefully cried out my climax.

I felt it the moment he filled me with his seed. When he got soft and pulled out, I dutifully hardened him back up with my mouth. I could not get enough as I knew his axe was beckoning me. I would soon be in no position to experience any of this.

I felt shame I was receiving such pleasure from him. So I begged him to be rough with me as was my due. He put me on my hands and knees and plunged violently into me from behind. I did not deserve the pleasure I experienced.

At the very last he penetrated me anally. It was a deserving treatment, but I still cried out with pleasure. Then he was done with me.

He handed me my robe, and I put it back on. Then he took me back to my cell. He left me there to remain until he came to fetch me for my execution. All I heard from his lips were the words “so beautiful” as he locked me away in the dark.

Alone in the cell, I felt a heavy sadness over my crimes. The faint odor of mother was strongest in a corner, and I went there and shed bitter tears. I did not deserve the pleasures I had received. But at least the headsman had been well paid for his services.

It was still pitch black when the light of his torch arrived ahead of him to announce my impending beheading. He came for me and opened the cell. Then he tied my wrists behind my back.

He led me out into the sunlight, causing me to blink as my eyes tried to adjust. At that moment I felt the most sadness. The aroma of mother was now gone forever.

I heard the crowd gathering at the public square before we arrived. My heart quickened as I felt a wetness between my legs. I had wondered what this moment might be like. Now I no longer had to imagine it.

I felt a great arousal as he led me up the steps to the public scaffold. The crowd seemed even larger this time. They cheered my impending death, and I shivered with fear and excitement.

He ripped the robe off my body, and the crowd cheered even more. My breath caught in my throat as my flesh was exposed for all to see. I looked down to see his member was hard again behind the loincloth. It made me wet, and my mouth watered as I trembled from a perverse excitement.

He forced me to my knees as the crowd cried out for blood. Then he thrust his member between my lips. I hungrily sucked him down, taking my final pleasure with his member in my mouth. Besides, I would not deprive him of a worthy payment for the beheading of such a treacherous harlot.

I felt him swell in my mouth. I moaned with both fear and arousal, knowing it meant my death once I received his seed. Then he was spurting into my mouth before pulling out.

I got some in my eye and on my cheeks as the crowd cheered his release. Then I was dragged over to the block. I wet myself the moment he stretched my neck out to receive the blade.

I stared outward at all those hateful faces clamoring for my beheading. I felt an intense excitement like never before as I stiffened with anticipation. Then I felt a sharp pain through the back of my neck.

My world tumbled before I saw everything sideways. There was loud cheering. Sadly I no longer felt anything below my neck, least of all the pleasure I had previously experienced.

I was lifted up until I saw the face of the headsman. I had never noticed before until now. He had mother’s eyes.

I was turned until I was facing all those cheering people. My vision grew dim as I felt myself being flung into the air. I could no longer see, but I was able to feel hands on my cheeks as a male voice declared, “She’s mine!” A nearby female voice observed, “She’s so beautiful.” Then I was aware of nothing at all…

© 2017 (written for Hitomi Aug 29 ’17 by riwa)

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The end of Jikoseiai and Hitomi 4 (3)

1

The first time I killed, I was selling my body. Our coupling in the hut was pleasant enough. He filled me with his seed while bringing me much pleasure.

There was just one thing. He had valuables I wished to acquire. There was only one way to obtain them.

As he lay on the bedding, I smiled at him as I rose up. “I have something special for you.”

He asked, “What could be more special than your body? I say we go again.”

“I say we don’t,” I told him evenly as I retrieved my hidden dagger.

Before he could move I pounced upon him. One quick slice of the throat and he was bleeding out. He had a look of surprise in his expression.

I watched as his body hitched and shuddered. His life bubbled out of the wound in his throat. Then his soul departed. I saw it leave the moment life faded from his eyes.

I stared for the longest time. There was something about the way his soul left his body that intoxicated me. Then I gathered up my clothes along with his valuables.

When I was dressed I checked to make sure there was no one watching. Then I slipped away. I did not mourn him, nor did I regret my actions. Sex was sex. There would always be another.

2

I emerged out of my mother’s womb and was wrapped in a blanket. Then I was placed in her arms. She looked at me and sadly shook her head.

“A daughter. I have a daughter. She cannot claim the throne. I must have a male heir.”

When father saw me, his sentiments were exactly the same. He also wanted a male heir. Now they would have to try again.

Throughout my formative years I always sought their approval. But they had a son two years after I was born. They showered their attention on him. I was all but forgotten.

At times I bullied him. I was punished many times for it. Mother always took his side.

I often ran away from home. Each time I was found and returned. My punishment was always swift and severe.

Brother taunted me. He made the most of his favor with our parents. All I wanted was love and approval. Eventually I learned to despise him.

3

I came across three bandits on the road. They wanted to have their way with me. I was feeling particularly horny, so I allowed it.

I took one into my mouth. The other two used my other holes. For another woman it would have been humiliating. I merely felt this as a way to be sexually satisfied. So I willingly succumbed.

I did not care if they abused me. I did not mind their seed splattering my face and body. I achieved pleasure being violated in such a manner.

They commented about the scar going up from my navel to my right breast. I said it was a mishap with my brother. They laughed at me, wondering how I had angered him so to receive such a wound.

Afterwards I was forced onto my knees. They all wanted to go again. I used my mouth and hands to get them all nice and hard.

During a moment of weakness on their part I jumped up and lunged for my katana. With a flurry of slashes I dispatched all three. Watching them die was intoxicating.

One still had an erection as he lay mortally wounded. I climbed aboard and impaled myself upon his twitching member. Then I rode him as he bled out.

He looked up at me with shock and agony in his expression. Then he spurted inside me as his soul departed. I saw his eyes become lifeless. Then I experienced the pleasure of orgasm.

4

I decided it was time to do something significant to earn my parents approval. So I took up the art of war. I learned to use the dagger and the Katana.

As a female, my skills were somewhat lacking. But I was determined to better myself. I practiced until I became adept at the use of the blade.

My brother saw me and became jealous, though there was no need for it. So he took up the katana as well. Mother and father gushed praise after praise upon him while my own skills were observed without comment.

He thought himself quite the warrior. Indeed, he displayed much ability. But I had skills too.

I entered some contests and won. Brother’s jealousy increased. He entered contests as well, but he did not meet with the same success. Males were judged differently. Perhaps he blamed me for that.

The day came when we were out in the fields. Brother was angry and challenged me to a duel. He had injured others in his previous outbursts. So I knew he would give me no quarter.

I asked him not to do this. But he unsheathed his katana in challenge. I unsheathed mine in response.

Soon we were at it. I blocked his thrusts as we went back and forth. His skills had much improved.

He did not stop as we continued the duel. I finally thought I had proved myself and asked him to end the contest. He just launched himself at me in rising fury.

His skills were such that I momentarily let my guard down. Had I not jumped back, it would have been much worse. Still, he left a bloody line that went from just below my breast down to my stomach.

We paused for a moment. I looked at him calmly as I clutched my side, blood trickling through my fingers. Then I asked him, “Is this the way it is to be?”

He raised his sword. “Prepare to defend yourself, Jikoseiai.”

I nodded… “Very well.”

He attacked with everything he had. I was slowly driven back. Then I caught him at a brief moment of exposure as he extended himself too far.

His katana went flying. His hand went with it. He fell to the ground clutching his bleeding stump.

“I’ll kill you!” he roared.

“Brother, you gave me no choice.” Then I unwrapped a part of my garment to tend to his wound.”

“Leave me alone! I don’t need your help! Mother and father will be furious!”

I nodded. “Indeed they will.” And with that I turned and walked away, choosing not to look back. I left with nothing but the clothes on my back and my weapons of war in my possession.

5

They encountered me in my small camp just off the road. They were husband and wife, and they were armed. They wanted my possessions.

I was caught off guard. The male held me at bay with a spear to my throat while the female began collecting my belongings. “Those do not belong to you,” I said matter-of-factly.

“They do now,” the male sneered.

With a swift move I dislodged the spear out of his grasp. My katana quickly appeared in my hand. Two swift slashes later he lay dying.

The wife let out a cry as she turned to flee. Some of my belongings were still in her hands. My katana sang again.

Her head flew from her shoulders. She crumpled to the ground. I flew to her body and pounced.

I tore her garments away and groped her soft mounds. Then I feasted on her dripping womanhood. Her body was still hitching in her death throes.

I shuddered in pleasure. Then I picked up her head. I kissed her lips as her lifeless eyes stared back at me in horror.

I heard a little gasp, followed by a cry of alarm. I turned to see a young woman standing there trembling. I dove at her as I pulled a red, satin cord out of my tunic.

I pounced upon her, pinning her to the ground while wrapping the cord around her throat. Then I started to pull on the ends. She began to rasp for breath.

Her tongue protruded. I sucked on it, savoring its flavor. Then I pulled harder on the cord, intent on finishing her.

She tipped her head back as though offering her neck to me. I kissed and licked her throat. I was on the verge of killing her when something stopped me.

I loosened the cord from around her throat. She rasped for breath, rubbing her neck in surprise she could still breathe. “What is your name?” I asked.

“I am Hitomi.”

She looked at her dead companions. She did not show any emotion. “Friends of yours?” I queried, motioning at their bodies. “You have chosen poorly.”

“I was walking with them when they saw you. They told me to wait for them. I got close enough to observe what happened.”

“So you are with them?”

“Yes,” she said in resignation. Then she submissively lowered her head.

I thought about it before I leaned back on the ground. I exposed my womanhood to her. I was dripping with arousal from my exertions.

I looked her right in the eye. Then I demanded, “You will pleasure me.”

She nodded as she came close. She leaned her head in and began to kiss and lick. She was experienced in the art of pleasing a woman.

In no time at all she had me writhing. I cried out in ecstasy. I actually coated her face with my fluids.

When I was satisfied I threw her upon the ground where I proceeded to savagely maul her breasts. Then I exposed her dripping slit. I enjoyed a feast of my own until she mewled in orgasm.

I jumped upon her with the cord back in my hand. “I will take your life now,” I told her. Then I wrapped it around her neck.

I ground my pussy against hers as I strangled her. She tipped her head back and gave her throat to me. She did not resist.

I kissed her neck before sucking on her tongue as it came wriggling out between her lips. Her face turned red as I climaxed on top of her. But for some reason I stopped, right before her soul left her eyes.

I released her from the cord. She rasped and panted as she looked up at me in surprise. I told her, “I will take your life tomorrow.”

All she said in return was, “I will be here to give it to you.”

6

I was bathing naked in the river. The water was cool and refreshing. It felt good on my skin.

Four maidens appeared. They got naked and entered the water a short distance away. They left me alone, so I did not care.

I heard them giggling while talking amongst themselves. Then they came over to me. They laughed at the scar on my body. I told them beauty is more than unblemished skin.

They took offense and jumped me. I could have handled two… perhaps three. But four of them was one body too many.

They half drowned me before dragging me to shore. I was forced to pleasure them as they licked me in return. They heaped much abuse upon my head.

The oldest one seemed to be some sort of princess. She certainly acted like one. The others responded to her cruel suggestions.

My strength had not fully returned when she fell upon me with a red satin cord. She proceeded to strangle me with it as the others laughed. When my tongue protruded, she gleefully sucked on it as the others looked on.

With my remaining strength I threw her off. She tumbled and hit her head upon something. She did not move.

“You killed her!” one of the others cried out. They came after me, but I lunged for my Katana. I unsheathed it and slashed twice.

Two heads went flying. The third one turned to run. I grabbed the satin cord and chased her down.

I tackled her to the ground where I rolled her onto her back. Then I climbed on top of her. She struggled underneath me.

I wrapped the cord tightly around her neck and then strangled her with it. My anger caused me to mash our pussies together as I rode her. She rasped and gurgled as her fists beat upon me in vain.

Finally her arms weakly fell away. I watched her eyes as her soul departed. That’s when I shuddered in triumph and orgasm.

She lay still beneath me as I caught my breath. Then I detected movement. I whirled to see princess was alive, trying to rise to her feet.

I snatched up the satin cord and pounced on her. “You would take my life with this?” I challenged as I pinned her to the ground.

She looked up at me and screamed as I wrapped it around her throat. I slowly pulled on both ends. She struggled underneath me as her tongue protruded. I tenderly sucked on it, savoring the flavor.

Her eyes rolled as she went into agonal spasms. Then she lay still beneath me. I experienced the pleasure of the victorious as my body sang with aftershocks of pleasure.

I played with her dead breasts before feasting on her exposed womanhood. The taste of death was intoxicating. Then I got dressed, gathered my things and left. I chose to take her red satin cord with me as a keepsake.

7

Only the well-to-do could afford a carriage. That meant there were valuables involved. I waited until they approached.

I stepped out into the middle of the road, waving my arms. The male driver brought the carriage to a halt under the tree. It was the perfect place for an ambush.

As I approached, Hitomi fell out of the tree with dagger in hand. She fell upon the driver and quickly slit his throat. He had no chance.

I rushed over and threw open the door. There were two women inside. They appeared to be mother and daughter.

I climbed in and held them at bay with my katana. Hitomi took the reins and pulled the carriage off the road into a deep thicket. When we were sufficiently hidden, I ordered the women out. They were frightened out of their wits.

We secured the daughter first. We made her watch as I forced the mother to undress. Then I made her kneel upon the ground.

I ordered her to masturbate. She looked at her daughter with fear in her eyes as she started touching herself. It was incredibly arousing.

She was too frightened to climax. So I delivered her from any further humiliation. Her head went flying into the air.

Her daughter cried out in horror as I picked up the head and kissed the quivering lips. Hitomi began feasting on the headless woman’s crotch. Then I mauled the exposed breasts as her soul left her eyes. It was arousing beyond belief.

After we had satiated ourselves on her corpse, I turned to the daughter. We stripped her naked. Then Hitomi let the young woman rest her head in her lap as she lay on her back on the ground.

I began to feast on the daughter’s crotch as Hitomi pulled out the red, satin cord I’d given her. She wrapped it around the young woman’s neck and began to strangle her slowly. It made the daughter’s savory juices flow.

I feasted as the life was slowly strangled out of her. I watched as the soul fled her pupils. It made me shudder in pleasure.

Afterwards I made love to Hitomi. I feasted upon her breasts as we writhed together. When we were finished I panted for breath, fully satisfied.

I looked at her and thought about it for a long moment. Then I spoke. “I should take your life now.”

In response she offered me her throat. I grabbed it and squeezed with my fingers. She began to shudder in my grasp until I let go.

She panted for breath as she looked at me. I told her, “I will take your life tomorrow.”

All she said in return was, “I will be here to give it to you.” I’d said it so many times that she no longer believed me. Still, I think she actually wanted me to take it.

8

In the morning she was still there. She had not run away from my slaughter of the husband and wife. I found that odd.

I instructed her to remove her garments. She did as I requested without hesitation. “On your knees, Hitomi!”

She moved to comply. “Masturbate!” I demanded with sadistic cruelty. She reached down to touch herself.

I unsheathed my katana and got ready to strike. It was intoxicating to watch her. Still, I prepared myself to sever her head from her body.

She panted for breath as she fingered herself… harder and harder. She was quite beautiful. I did not know her background, nor did I ask. But she had seen my work and could not live to tell the tale.

I prepared to swing as she panted like crazy. Then she let out a guttural cry as she orgasmed. My katana swung through the air.

There was a whooshing sound. Hitomi flinched. Then I sheathed my blade.

She looked at me strangely before I leaned down and kissed her lips. Was she grateful I had spared her? Or was she disappointed?

I walked away with the possessions of the two I had slain the previous day. For some reason I had decided to allow Hitomi to live. I could not bring myself to destroy such beauty.

I do not know how far I walked when I sensed a presence behind me. I whirled as I reached for my katana. Hitomi stopped behind me and bowed low.

I looked at her curiously. Then I turned and kept going. I heard more footsteps behind me.

I turned to look. She was still there. Apparently I had picked up a straggler.

9

They set upon us without warning. I sensed the danger a little too late. Then they were on us.

There were six of them as they grabbed us, making it impossible for me to reach my weapons. They stripped us and had sex with us. I lost myself as I gave in to their lusts.

I looked to see Hitomi was also lost in lust. She did not care what they did to her. But I could tell she received pleasure by their savage hands.

I waited until they were at a weak point. Their cocks were out as they sought a second pleasuring. That’s when I made my move.

I sprang to my feet and pounced on my katana. My blade sang as bodies fell. Two heads rolled.

To my surprise Hitomi had also taken action. One of the bandits had a knife stuck in his chest. There was a look of surprise in his features.

“Now we shall take our pleasure,” I told her as I climbed onto the nearest cock still erect. She found one as well.

We both rode those organs until we received pleasure. I watched with excitement as the eyes of my victim faded when his soul departed. It never ceased to thrill me.

When we were done I took up my katana. It was time. I ordered Hitomi to her knees.

I told her to masturbate. She dutifully began rubbing herself. She moaned and panted as though anxious to achieve orgasm before my blade sang.

I got ready to deliver the fatal slash. But this time I could not even swing it. I was overcome by her beauty as I witnessed what she believed to be her last search for pleasure.

I watched with longing as she climaxed. Then I fell upon her and ravaged her until we were both breathless. Afterwards I told her, “I will take your life tomorrow.”

All she said in return was, “I will be here to give it to you.”

10

One witness had been left behind during one of our murderous encounters. And one was all it took. Soon we were ambushed and taken captive.

I knew my life was not long for this world. Hitomi’s was short simply for taking up with me. I almost felt bad for her, but I could not. Life had turned my heart to stone.

We were incarcerated. There was no trial. I would have been bored anyway if there would have been.

I was surprised when we had a visitor to our cell. It was my brother. He had become regent of the surrounding area. Missing his hand meant he could not rise any higher politically. I almost smirked.

“Jikoseiai? I should have known it was you.”

I peered at him with a trace of amusement. “I see life has treated you well despite the lack of a hand, brother.”

“No thanks to you.”

“It was you who challenged me, remember? It was you who left me this scar.” Then I opened my garment and showed it to him. Hitomi gave me a look as though it all made sense to her now.

He showed no emotion or remorse. “I should have killed you back then.”

“Now you will succeed in having me killed. Will it be by your own hand?” I almost smiled as I looked at his right arm.

The retort landed. He glared angrily at me. Hitomi observed us without saying a word.

“So I am no longer for this world. That should please mother and father.”

“Mother and father are dead.”

“A pity they cannot see me die. I’m sure it would have done them good.”

“You will hang with your lover in the morning.”

“Indeed?”

I looked at Hitomi for a long moment. I was going to correct him over his error. But I chose not to. She was as close to a lover as I was ever going to have, as close as I probably deserved.

Brother left us alone. I looked at Hitomi for a long moment. Then I started kissing her.

She offered me her neck. I squeezed hard with my fingers, enjoying the way her juices flowed. When I released her she gasped for breath before telling me, “You make take my life for your pleasure.”

I smiled knowingly at her. “I will take your life tomorrow.”

All she said in return was, “I will be here to give it to you.”

Oh, the irony. Tomorrow we would both be giving up our lives.

11 (Conclusion)

In the morning we were led out naked. A large crowd had gathered to witness the blessed event. I’m sure they were happy to have a bandit such as myself off the highways.

There were two nooses on the gallows. The ropes looked quite thick. I suspected we were going to suffer long and hard.

Hitomi sought to speak to the executioner in private. I saw her whisper something into his ear. He looked at her and then me with amusement. “It will be done,” he said quietly.

As she drew closer I softly asked, “What was that all about?”

“I made a last request.”

“As long as I’ve known you, you have never asked for anything.”

“I did not ask it of you. I asked it only of him.”

I nodded in understanding. “I am interested to see this ‘last request’.”

We were noosed side by side. To my surprise our arms were untied. Then we were made to face each other.

I lifted my eyes with amusement as her wrists were tied behind my back. Then my wrists were tied behind hers. We were now noosed together in a lover’s embrace. Whatever happened to me would also happen to her.

I saw the question in her eyes. “I approve” was all I said. There was a hint of a smile in her features. It was the first time I had ever seen her face like that.

“I will take your life now,” I murmured to her.

“I freely give it to you,” she whispered back.

There was no fanfare, not for a couple of criminals the likes of us. The lever was pulled and we simply dropped. But we did not drop far enough to break our necks.

The noose tightened dramatically around my throat. I saw Hitomi rasp and gurgle in hers. Even with my approaching death, seeing her strangle was beyond arousing.

She grunted as she pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back as my legs began to kick. Then we entered our dance of suffering.

We violently humped each other as our nooses choked the life out of us. She kissed me harder as I returned it with a violence of my own. Our breasts mashed together as we pounded our pussies.

The crowd laughed and jeered at such a fine spectacle. I should have been humiliated. But I did not care.

Even in death Hitomi was still trying to give me her life. As my final act of love to her I tried to accept it. I sucked on her tongue as our bodies gyrated while humping hard against each other.

The roar of the crowd intensified. We were giving them a grand show. But neither of us cared.

I lost all control of my motor functions. But my body seemed to understand my greatest desire. Our pussies relentlessly pounded against each other until I was rewarded with a grunt as Hitomi squirted her pleasure. It sent me over the edge as I humped out an orgasm of my own.

I do not know how long we suffered. It felt like an eternity. My chest burned with fire as I tried to pull the smallest of breaths into my body.

Somehow our lips remained together. Hitomi’s bladder released as she finally gave up her life to me, something she had been trying to do ever since I’d met her. It was so special that a single tear trickled down my cheek. Then I gave up my life for her as my own bladder released.

The two of us swayed together, our lips mashed against each other. Our pussies dripped from our final union. Then our souls soared into the skies, joined forever in the hell we both had earned for ourselves…

2019 (written for Jikoseiai and Hitomi Aug 11 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing I found in Jikoseiai’s photo album.)

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Miss Woodcock – dangling participles 4.3 (12)

My name is Miss Woodcock – Anita Woodcock. Yes, I know how it sounds. But since I’m attractive I’ve made it work for me.

I teach remedial English at City College, home of Pi Omicron Ro Nu. So I know all about what goes on there. And yes, I get my fair share of “woodcock” jokes, innuendo… and of course the real thing, if you get my meaning.

You’d be surprised how many kids start college with a failing knowledge of English. My task is to train these young men and woman to be able to read and write where their primary school has failed them. I consider myself quite good at my job.

In college I’m allowed to use any incentive I can think of to get these kids to pass. Yes, that means I sometimes use my body. But it also means some of these kids don’t survive. And for that I’m allowed to see to most of those executions myself.

It’s amazing how some of these kids don’t know the first thing about English coming out of high school. It’s even more amazing considering how some of these girls want to get jobs as secretaries. Personally I think they’re hoping their only assignment will be to fetch coffee before blowing the boss. And even that could be an iffy proposition.

I can still remember Deidra Scroggins in my remedial English class at City U. She was a well-built blonde bimbo. But I learned her senior class in Dolcett High voted her “the girl most likely to get herself hanged”.

Her command of the English language only extended as far as her ability to recognize the keys on a keyboard. She couldn’t type worth a damn. And she couldn’t differentiate her adjectives from her adverbs.

She wanted to become a university teacher. I suspect it was because she hoped to be able to fuck her students in order to give them a passing grade. She certainly loved fucking.

I did everything I could to teach her a working knowledge of the English language. I did manage to teach her the difference between a noun and a verb. That’s probably because she knew “cocks” and “pussies” were nouns and “suck” and fuck” were verbs.

One day I reached my wit’s end with this girl. It was the day I passed out another pop quiz. It was a quiz on dangling participles.

I quickly scored them, determined to pass them back before class was over to assess my student’s grasp of the subject. Deidra Scroggins – Dee-dee to everyone who knew her – got only one answer right…and I think she mostly blundered into that one. It was time to do something drastic.

I sent my favorite student Dick McButters to go fetch the Porta-Hang. It was a device on loan to the University. He brought it back a few minutes later, causing the class to “ooh” and “aah” at the sight of it.

It reminded me of a pallet jack, a mechanism that slides under the slats of a heavy wooden pallet or stack of pallets in order to lift them up and move them around. It has a long metal handle attached to a heavy center to counter the added weight of the individual to be hanged. The executioner pumps the handle to hydraulically raise a thick, metal pole with an extension on top. A noose dangles from the extension.

I’d become familiar with how it worked earlier that morning. That’s when I’d thought of my most difficult student. I suppose that’s what gave me the idea to teach “Ditzy Dee-Dee”, as some called her, a lesson that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

I parked the Porta-hang in front of the chalkboard. Then I passed back the quiz papers. When everyone had gotten a chance to see his or her score I summoned Dee-Dee to come to the front of the room.

I made her stand in front of the Porta-hang right next to the dangling noose. All eyes settled upon her, and for good reason. She was wearing a tight red sweater stretched over large, protruding tits. A very short, black skirt and fuck-me heels completed the ensemble. I believe the expression is “…built like a brick wall and ready to fuck”.

I announced to the class we were going to focus on dangling participles for the rest of the period, being as how many had not done well with the quiz. I explained that Dee-Dee was going to help us out. She got excited at the thought she was going to be the center of all that attention.

To this day I firmly believe she was using the opportunity to scope out who she planned on fucking later that night. She seemed to have a hard time focusing on the lesson. She probably liked being the center of attention without applying much learning to that noggin of hers.

I explained that a dangling participle is a modifier that doesn’t seem to modify anything. It occurs when the word being modified is either left out of the sentence or isn’t located near the modifier. Put another way, a dangling participle is a modifier in search of a word to modify.

I smiled as I told Dee-Dee, “Driving like a maniac, the deer was hit and killed.” Then I asked her if that sentence had a problem. She told me no because “her uncle drives like a maniac and has wrecked three cars by hitting deer”.

She grinned the moment everyone laughed, further confirming her desire to be the attention-whore of the room. I gave her a polite chuckle, determined to be as patient with her as possible. Then I asked, “Class, what’s wrong with that sentence?”

Beverly Sparks, one of my brighter students, laughed as she said, “Miss Woodcock, it sounds like the deer was the one driving like a maniac.”

“That’s correct, Beverly. That’s what is known as a dangling participle. The phrase ‘driving like a maniac’ is supposed to modify what comes after it. But it sounds like it is referring to the deer and not someone who must have hit that deer.”

I told Dee-Dee she’d gotten it wrong and had to remove an article of clothing. She happily shed her sweater. I should have known she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She got whistles and catcalls over her large tits which made her grin like an idiot.

I went on to explain that a participle is a verb that describes a continuous action, such as eating, drinking or walking. Miss Scroggins promptly added, “Or fucking, Miss Woodcock?”

“You got that one right, Dee-Dee.” The class laughed again as she beamed from ear to ear.

“A participle is a phrase, like a sentence fragment, that cannot stand on its own. It is used to modify the subject of a sentence. In our last example, ‘driving like a maniac’ was meant to modify the driver who ended up hitting a deer as a result of his behavior.”

I paused, wondering how many of my students were still struggling to understand. Then I told my clueless student, “Now how about this one, Dee-Dee? ‘Fucking like a whore, the dress quickly came off.’”

“But that’s how I always fuck, Miss Woodcock… without any clothes!”

The class laughed again. Dick blurted out that he didn’t know dresses could fuck. He said he wondered if maybe Dee-Dee was a kinky dress. That made the class laugh again.

For getting it wrong Dee-Dee was forced to remove another article of clothing. Her skirt came off, revealing a soaked thong. If you ask me, I think the kinky bitch was always in some sort of aroused state. All those eyes upon her must have turned her on even more.

“Dangling participles are participles that are not placed next to the nouns they modify, causing a lot of confusion to the reader. It can also result in some unintentionally hilarious grammatical errors. Miss Scroggins, can you come up with a dangling participle in a sentence for the class?”

“Jimmy Norton had me dangle from a noose just last week, Miss Woodcock.”

“That’s not a dangling participle, Dee-Dee. So why don’t you remove those heels for us?”

I don’t know whether or not she deliberately got it wrong. It’s possible she simply wanted to continue undressing in front of everybody. But I suspect she was mostly dumb as a post, unable to truly comprehend the concept of dangling participles.

She gleefully kicked her heels into the chairs, nearly hitting Carl Obergrun. The class laughed again. Carl snatched them up, acting like he wanted to keep them.

“Can anyone come up with a dangling participle in a sentence for Miss Scroggins here?”

Coralee Farnsworth blurted out, “Dangling from the noose, the shoes went flying.” The class laughed again.

“Very good, Coralee. Dee-Dee, how would you change the sentence so it no longer contains a dangling participle?”

She grinned as she giggled, “ ‘Dangling from the noose, my heels went flying and hit Carl Obergrun right on the noggin.’ ” The class laughed again.

“Can anyone help Miss Scroggins on this one?”

“Dangling from the noose, Dee-Dee kicked until her shoes went flying across the classroom.”

“Very good, Mr. McButters.” The class applauded, although Olivia DeFlasio scowled before muttering, “Teacher’s pet.”

I frowned at the student who’d made the comment. “Miss DeFlasio, would you care to give us another example for Miss Scroggins here to correct?”

The young brunette thought about it for a moment. Then she smiled. “Shooting to hit her in the heart, the arrow hit her in the crotch instead.”

“That’s not bad. Miss Scroggins, can you fix the sentence so it no longer contains the dangling participle?”

She defiantly retorted, “Shooting to hit me in the heart, the arrow missed me completely.”

I sighed wearily. “Class? Anyone?”

“Arrows are shot, Miss Woodcock. They don’t ‘shoot’. So I would make it say, ‘I was shooting to hit her in the heart, but the arrow missed her completely’.”

“Very good, Beverly. Miss Scroggins, it seems you owe us your last article of clothing.”

She proudly danced and gyrated to whoops and hollers before pulling her wet thong off. She grinned as she twirled it around in the air. Then she sling-shotted it in the direction of Carl who happily snatched it out of mid-air.

“Class, it seems our nude Miss Scroggins here has not yet figured out what a dangling participle is and how it affects a sentence. Would anyone care to submit another example?”

An attractive co-ed raised her hand. “Yes, Miss Jennings?”

“Kicking in the noose like crazy, her piss dribbled down her legs.”

I liked the way the class was sticking to the theme of hanging. I smiled as I turned to our naked student. “Miss Scroggins, would you care to fix Norma’s sentence?”

“Hanging from the noose, her piss squirted onto the floor?”

“No, Miss Scroggins. That did not fix it at all.”

“But it’s true, Miss Woodcock! Piss can really flow out onto the floor when a person is hanging. Sometimes the woman even squirts from an orgasm!”

“We’re trying to fix a sentence with a dangling participle here, Dee-Dee.”

“Well, you can’t fix a bladder when you’ve had too much to drink and you get pulled up into the air.”

Jerome Cummings called out, “Speaking from experience, Dee-Dee?” The class laughed again.

Miss Jennings fixed her own sentence. “Kicking in the noose like crazy, Dee-Dee struggled until her bladder gave way, causing her to piss herself.”

“That’s much better, Norma.”

“No it’s not!” Dee-Dee blurted out indignantly. “It’s embarrassing to piss yourself!”

“You got it wrong, Miss Scroggins. Please grab the noose and loop it around your neck. Besides, it certainly sounds as though you’ve done this sort of thing many times before.”

“Ok, Miss Woodcock.”

She didn’t seem the least bit alarmed, especially since she was still getting all that attention. She didn’t even sound unhappy she was getting things wrong. Instead, she happily looped the coil around her throat before grinning stupidly at everyone.

“This is very educational,” I observed, winking at my students. “I think you’re being a help to the class, Miss Scroggins.”

“Of course I am. See?” Then she spread her arms and legs, proudly showing off her goodies. Her nipples were fully erect as her cleanly shaved snatch glistened from her arousal.

“Anybody got another sentence for Miss Scroggins here to try to fix?”

“After taking a mouthful of cum, I proudly showed off my favorite slut.” That was Carl Obergrun, proud of the fact he now had Dee-Dee’s heels and thong. He’d actually come up with a good one.

Dee-Dee looked at him and smiled. She thought about if for a second. Then she said, “After taking a mouthful of cum, Carl was so proud of me.” I think she’d just decided who her booty-call was going to be for the night.

I looked at my naked student and smiled. Then I calmly asked, “Does that mean Carl’s the one taking the mouthful of cum?”

Miss Scroggins looked at me as though perplexed. The class laughed out loud. “Depends on if he’s gay!” one of the girls called out. The class laughed again.

“How about this?” Norma suggested. “ ‘After taking a mouthful of cum, Dee-Dee stood up as Carl pointed her out to everybody, telling them she was his favorite slut.’ ”

“That’s much better, Miss Jennings. Thank you.”

“Well it would be if he would ever let me suck his cock,” Dee-Dee replied indignantly. The class laughed again.

“It seems you’re not very good at this, Miss Scroggins. I think we should make your participation in this demonstration a little more interesting. Carl, would you be so kind as to go up and attach Dee-Dee’s wrists to her ankles?”

“Sure thing, Miss Woodcock.”

Everyone seemed to lean forward to watch as Carl got up from his chair. He went over and retrieved a couple of sets of black, leather cuffs from my punishment box that sat on a little table in the corner of the room. Then he headed over to Deidra Scroggins standing with the noose draped around her neck.

Dee-Dee looked at him for a long moment before smiling. She was forced to get down onto her knees. Carl made sure she had enough slack to accomplish her task.

She willingly stretched her arms behind her back toward her ankles, all the while giving Carl the glad-eye. That indicated she’d probably done this before, especially the bondage part. I suspected a lot of my students had engaged in some form of bondage.

Deidra continued to act as though fully anticipating a little noose suspension before class was over. Carl dutifully secured her right wrist to her right ankle as she made lustful eyes at him. Then he secured her left wrist to her left ankle.

She grinned at him after he was finished, licking her lips while giving him a “come hither” look. Her legs were spread as she knelt in place. Her nipples were fully engorged, her pussy dripping.

I walked over to the Porta-hang and pumped the handle. I took most of the slack out of the rope until she could feel just a little tension. Then I calmly asked her, “Shall we try this one last time, Miss Scroggins?”

“Anything you want, Miss Woodcock!” She sounded eager as she grinned at the entire class.

She looked at me as though half-expecting to be suspended in air for a few moments. She seemed more than willing. Every cock in the room was no doubt straining at the sight of her predicament. I wondered how many pussies longed to be in her place.

Her lack of concern over the possibility of being hanged annoyed the shit out of me. Hell, she even acted enthusiastic about it. Maybe it was the attention-whore in her. Or maybe she thought she would only be suspended for a few moments.

I was starting to like the idea of taking her up into the air and making her suffer. I could feel my nipples harden under my blouse and jacket. So I looked at the class and asked, “Does anyone else have a sentence containing a dangling participle for Miss Scroggins here to try and fix? Yes, Beverly?”

“I smelled fish coming downstairs for dinner.”

“That’s a good one. Miss Scroggins, can you fix that sentence so it sounds better?”

“Fish? I don’t like fish, Miss Woodcock. Now oysters, maybe…”

The class laughed as she grinned again. Stupid attention-whore. Didn’t she understand I held her life in my grasp of the handle to the Porta-hang??

“The sentence, Miss Scroggins. Would you please fix the sentence for us?”

“I heard mom cooking fish coming downstairs for dinner.”

“Class?”

Jerome Cummings blurted out, “How can you cook a fish if it’s coming downstairs for dinner? I didn’t know fish could walk.” The class laughed again.

Beverly grinned as she replied, “I smelled mom cooking fish as I was coming downstairs for dinner.” I think she wanted to see Dee-Dee strangling naked in the noose every bit as much as I did.

“Very good, Miss Sparks. Miss Scroggins, it seems as though you still haven’t mastered the fine art of fixing dangling participles. Let’s see if you can master dangling from a noose.” Then I pumped the handle a few times.

The metal pole rose up, lifting the extension with the nylon rope. Dee-Dee was lifted up until her knees were no longer touching the floor. Her eyes bugged out as she let out a “GAWK!” Then she began to wriggle a little.

“Don’t fight the noose, honey. If you do, it will only tighten. You wouldn’t want that to happen now, would you?”

I smiled as I turned and addressed the class. “We had three gentlemen complete the pop quiz with perfect scores. Therefore I’m going to allow you three to come up one by one and remind Dee-Dee of the lesson she should have learned about dangling participles. You may feel free to “dangle your cocks”, so to speak, before using her cunt. Mr. McButters, I believe you’ll be going first.”

“Teacher’s pet,” Olivia muttered again under her breath.

I eyed her dangerously before telling her, “He aced the quiz, Miss DeFlasio. You didn’t.”

Dick rushed up and eagerly unzipped his fly. I cranked the handle to the Porta-hang until Dee-Dee’s cunt was level with his cock. Then he thrust hard inside her dripping snatch and started fucking her.

I stood close by and caressed her mounds as he thrust up into her. I fingered her nipples as she struggled to breathe. Dick gave her a good shafting as the class cheered him on.

He lasted five minutes before he emptied his load inside her, causing it to leak out of her cunt. Somehow Miss Scroggins managed to take it in stride despite her breathlessness, even appearing to enjoy herself. I noticed some of the girls in class fingering themselves. A couple of guys were rubbing their bulges.

“Mr. Atkins, you’re next. You also aced the quiz. So you might as well come on up and help yourself.”

Phillip Atkins got out of his chair and eagerly rushed forward. I think he wanted to fuck Ditzy Dee-Dee while she was still alive in the Porta-hang. He quickly unzipped, pulled his cock out and then really gave it to her good.

Deidra rasped and gurgled as he fucked her while I occasionally groped one of her breasts. Being fucked lifted her body upward a little, at least enough to somewhat ease the strain on her neck. But I could tell she was suffering. That’s when she began giving me glances as though silently asking how much longer before I let her down.

Phillip lasted a good eight minutes before he shot his load inside her. He looked at me regretfully as he told me, “She was clenching too much, Miss Woodcock. I couldn’t hold back.”

“Quite all right, Mr. Atkins. I take it you learned about dangling participles?” He nodded before he went back to his chair.”

“Mr. Obergrun? I believe you’re the only other male to get a perfect score on our quiz. Come on up.”

Carl grinned as he eagerly got out of his seat. I heard a couple of the guys mutter, “Lucky bastard.” I simply smiled as I told them, “Gentlemen, it pays to pay attention in my class.”

Carl came up and revealed his erection to one and all. It was a piece of meat I one day hoped to experience for myself. I made a mental note to think of some way to reward Mr. Obergrun someday after school.

He really gave Dee-Dee a good, hard shafting as she dangled from the noose. I smiled as I told him to enjoy himself. I even suggested he should add a little more tension to the rope if it would make her cunt clench for him.

He pulled down on her as he fucked her good and hard. With her wrists cuffed to her ankles, her legs were parted in such a way as to make it easy to fuck her. I think he appreciated the way I’d arranged her special demonstration on dangling participles.

I heard “oohs” and “aahs” from my class as he gave it to her good. Several females openly masturbated. A couple of the males had actually taken their cocks out to stroke.

It wasn’t long until Dee-Dee’s face began to turn red. She wasn’t going to survive if I didn’t take her down soon. But I’d already made my decision.

It took him a good fifteen minutes before emptying his balls inside her. By then she was thoroughly strangled. It was erotic as hell.

He zipped up and returned to his seat. I smiled as I faced the class. “Now it’s the ladies’ turn. Miss Farnsworth? I believe you got a perfect score on the quiz.”

“Can I use a toy, Miss Woodcock?”

“Certainly.”

Coralee went over to the punishment box and picked a big dildo that had rubber spikes on it. Then she brought it over. I operated the Porta-hang, bringing it to a level she was comfortable with as she dropped to her knees.

She forced the toy hard up Dee-Dee’s cunt. The ditzy woman jerked and gurgled. Then Coralee began licking and sucking on the strangled bitch’s swollen nub as she ravaged her snatch with the dildo.

Deidra’s struggles began to lessen. Coralee fucked a massive orgasm right out of her quivering cunt. I know because the poor thing squirted her climax all over, drenching Miss Farnsworth while causing the class to laugh out loud.

Next it was Norma Jennings’ turn. She came up and took the toy from Coralee. But she forced it hard up Dee-Dee’s ass as she licked, nibbled and bit on that clueless girl’s clit.

By now Deidra Scroggins was no doubt wishing she would have paid a lot more attention to my class. She was barely breathing, her face a deep shade of red. Norma wasn’t the least bit gentle on her. Girls can be like that when it comes to abusing other bitches.

When she was done it was Beverly’s turn. She matter-of-factly told me, “I like ‘em when they’re dead, Miss Woodcock.”

“You have my permission, Miss Sparks.” Dee-Dee’s eyes widened a little in alarm, although by now she was barely with us.

I lifted Dee-Dee up a little higher. Then my eager student jumped up and grabbed onto the body, adding her weight to ditzy Deidra’s. The poor thing went into spasms before we all heard a little crick from her neck.

Dee-Dee’s bladder quickly gave way. But Beverly didn’t care. That’s when she dove in and started lapping up all that fluid dripping out, feasting and moaning like a bitch in heat.

The bell sounded; class was over. I allowed any students who didn’t have another class to stay behind and enjoy Miss Scroggins. Meanwhile I just sat at my desk and went through some papers.

A half hour went by before the remaining students finished. Soon I was left alone with Deidra Scroggins. I went up to her and appreciatively caressed her all over. Then I wheeled her out into the hall and left her there. I wanted to make sure any students who might be curious about the Porta-hang would get a chance to see it in use. She stayed there until classes were over and the janitor went through the building that night.

(Below is an illustration of the Porta-hang, rendered by C. Mike Hunt.)

2019 (written Jun 23 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by an idea by C. Mike Hunt.)

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Coming January rewards

More of the Island of death row inmates.
The fourth chapter to the club story A Night to Remember.
Iron maiden on New Year’s Eve
Neptune’s wench
Underwater suffocation
Last thoughts before a hanging
Bathtub punishment
Luring a French maid to a hanging

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

It’s been a year of change and adjustments for me. The good part is that I get to see mom more often. We found a Chinese Buffet restaurant open on Christmas and enjoyed ourselves. Then we went for a drive and did some sight-seeing. As a present, I gave her my 32” TV I was not using. She was thrilled.

Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I hope you had a very Merry Christmas. Have a happy New Year, and I’ll see you in January.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Scuba Combo (reactivated 12-5-19)

21249 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two reposted older scuba stories.

Practical Joke – Cassandra and Emily are friends and roommates who enjoy scuba diving together. After a recent hurricane they go out searching for fresh shipwrecks to explore. But when they come across a most unusual wreck, Cassandra’s penchant for pulling practical jokes puts both their lives in danger. (17 pages)

Julie and Rachel – Julie and Rachel are friends who enjoy scuba diving together. One night they get together over at Rachel’s home where her basement contains a pool nearly 18 feet deep, perfect for scuba diving. But something happens during their dive, and the two normally reserved females find themselves in a situation where inhibitions begin falling away one by one. (5 chapters; 24 pages)

JP Combo II (reactivated 12-5-19)

18220 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older reposted stories illustrated by JustPaul.

Michelle’s training – A tale that could be considered the prequel to the Sore Loser stories. Imelda and Rosie decide to train the new girl by testing her lungs in a special tank down in the basement. What Michelle doesn’t know is that she’s going to find herself taking part in their very special initiation. (14 pages; 11 renders)

Closed for the season – Emma is asked to close the pool for the season for the widow she cleans house for. But she brings her wetsuit along, planning for a discreet little play while the woman is gone. However the widow returns to catch her in the act. Now the widow Cuthbert is about to take advantage of the situation by enjoying herself at Emma’s expense. (41 pages; 18 renders)

Men underwater bundle II (reactivated 12-5-19)

11737 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. If you like your men wet and wild underwater, this reposted bundle should serve your needs well.

A male encounter at the pool – I encounter a male lap-swimmer at the pool who becomes fascinated by my breath-holding tactics. He comes over to watch, but he cannot seem to leave my bulge alone. There is more breath-holding as things become a little more sexual. (11 pages)

Our bisexual next-door neighbor – During an unexpected visit by their next-door neighbor, Stephanie learns that he and her husband have been engaging in some underwater pool play behind her back for quite some time. She gets so turned on watching them naked underwater that she dives down for a closer look where she gets to help her husband as he enjoys their neighbor. (10 pages)

Amy’s British Cousin 12-5-19

9192 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another story inspired by a JustPaul clip.

Amy flies down to meet up with her British cousin Ruby who’s been married to Neville for 5 years. His job does not permit them to set up roots in any one location. This has led to trouble in paradise.

Lately there’s been a change for the better in their relationship. She and her husband now share an underwater fetish that often involves Ruby pushing her limits for him. Ruby shares this information with Amy as they also renew a naughty part of their relationship from the last time they were together. But when Neville gets home from work, what will Amy do when she gets entangled in their underwater playtime together? (29 pages; 9 vidcaps + 12 renders)

Included is the two minute clip in WMV format which inspired it all. (1440×1080)

Male hot tub encounter 12-20-19

9867 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a story for those who like their males having fun underwater with each other.

Ray meets Alex by chance. They get together one night and share the hot tub at the home where Alex is house sitting. But Alex has designs to seduce Ray. How far will he be able to take him while they are out in the hot tub? Contains male/male sexual situations. (4 chapters; 21 pages)

As a bonus, I’m including a couple of video clips I recorded of myself in the hot tub many years ago. They are converted from mov format into MP4 files. One is 1:50 in length while the other is 1:43. They play 352×288, but you should be able to enlarge them.

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