Melissa and the Vacu-bag 4.1 (18)

Part 1

Melissa opened the door in response to the knock she heard. She saw a man in a UPS uniform walking back to his truck. Her heart rate spiked as she glanced down.

She saw the package that had been left next to the door. She picked it up and located the shipping label. Melissa gasped excitedly when she saw it was from The Rubber Fetish Company.

Her eyes went wide as she snatched it up. She couldn’t believe it was finally in her possession. She quickly brought it inside and hastily closed and locked the door.

She stared at the package in her hands, still not quite believing it had finally arrived. She was trembling noticeably, breathless with anticipation. She felt her panties moisten with excitement as she tore the box open and rolled its contents out onto the floor.

“It’s beautiful!” she breathed reverently. And it was… that is, if you could call a plastic bag beautiful.

It was what was called a Vacu-bag, a plastic body bag designed to have all the oxygen sucked out of it. The individual inside breathed through a little plastic tube inserted into that section of bag meant for the person’s head. The neck and waist were elasticized, designed to enhance the feelings of constriction without being completely choked off.

There was a zip on the side allowing the individual to crawl inside. The attached adaptor allowed the hose from virtually any vacuum cleaner, especially a canister model, to plug into it. It made Melissa tremble with arousal.

She’d discovered it on a fetish website several weeks ago. And it was within their budget. So she’d brought it to her husband’s attention.

Robert had grinned and had nodded his approval. So she’d quickly ordered it. They were both into breath-play, and both had agreed this would be a fun new play-toy.

Her husband had spent the next several weeks tormenting her about it. He would tell her how he was going to put her into it as soon as it arrived. Then he planned on closing off the breathing tube just to watch her struggle.

Each time she’d vividly imagined herself trapped inside, the plastic clinging to her body. She’d pictured her husband closing off her only means of air. And each time she’d experienced a shudder of arousal.

He’d always grinned at her afterward, innocently asking if she’d just come. She would always reply that he was a bastard and that she couldn’t wait for the Vacu-bag to show up. She’d even had several wet dreams about it as she waited impatiently for its arrival. Now it was here, lying on the floor of her living room.

Melissa knelt down and lovingly ran a hand over it as she shivered with excitement. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She felt tingly all over as though she’d been plugged into a wall outlet.

Beads of perspiration broke out all over her body. Several trickled sensuously off her heaving breasts as she found the breathing tube. She closed her eyes and placed her thumb over the end of it, imagining she was trapped inside and that her husband was cutting off her air.

Melissa winced and shuddered as a small orgasm washed warmly through her body. It passed several seconds later. She panted for breath, staring longingly at the plastic.

She wanted to wait until Robert got home. But she couldn’t stand the suspense. She simply had to experience what it was going to feel like against her bare skin.

Melissa had trouble getting out of her clothes; she was shaking so badly. She fumbled several times with the buttons, nearly tearing the damned blouse off in frustration. It was a wonder she managed to reach behind her and unclasp her bra after everything else had been removed.

She all but collapsed onto the plastic bag, weak with excitement. She stretched herself out over the top of it, lying face down. Melissa allowed her body to luxuriate in the feel of plastic against bare skin.

She got goose-pimply all over as her nipples hardened. She felt the telltale dribble of intense arousal as it trickled down her thigh. If she wasn’t careful she was going to have a little mess to clean up before this was all over.

She buried her face into the plastic, imagining what it might feel like to be trapped inside. She would be at Robert’s mercy whenever he decided to close off her breathing tube. The mental image was so arousing that she trembled as another surge of pleasure rippled through her body.

She pulled her face up, gasping for breath. Melissa felt her body tingle from the effects of her climax. Then she looked around, wondering when her husband was due to come home from work.

“What time is it?” she muttered anxiously, frantically looking around for the nearest clock. “When the hell is Robert coming home?”

The she found a wall clock and read the display. Then she cursed under her breath. Her husband wouldn’t be home for several hours.

Melissa cursed her misfortune. She turned and stared at the phone, seriously thinking about placing a call. Then she thought better of it.

It wouldn’t work out begging him to come home for a really long lunch so he could asphyxiate her before he went back to work. She was going to have to wait until he got back. For most of the day she was going to be a quivering mass of pent-up sexual energy.

“Damn!” she muttered as she stood up.

She stared forlornly at the plastic and shivered again. This time it was a shiver of frustration. She felt an incredible urge to lie down on the bag again, just to feel the plastic against her skin once more.

What she really wanted was to be inside the bag. Lying down on it again wouldn’t be enough. Maybe Robert wasn’t around to torture her by thumbing the breathing tube. But she could still climb into it. Maybe she could hook it up and find some way to turn it on and off. Only Melissa wondered how she was going to do that all by herself.

She looked out the window into the backyard, gazing at their in-ground pool. What she needed right now was a cool, refreshing swim to calm herself down. Picturing herself inside the Vacu-bag was only getting her all hot and bothered.

What she really needed was a quick dip in the pool. The privacy fence surrounding the backyard was high enough to block prying eyes. That meant she could go out right now in the nude.

Melissa strode through the house to the linen closet. She picked out a couple of towels. Then she walked purposefully to the patio door where she stepped outside into the warm, summer sun.

Less than a minute later she was back inside. Melissa gathered up the Vacu-bag and hauled it outside with her. It was as though she was afraid it might magically disappear if left unattended.

Two minutes later she was back inside the house. Melissa mumbled to herself as she shook her head. Then she made a beeline for the garage, knowing that’s where her husband kept the shop vac.
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Melissa surfaced in the deep end of her pool and gasped for breath before swimming to the shallow end. She stood up and slowly waded to the end of the pool where she climbed the steps out of the water. Her body glistened in the noon-day sun as water dripped off her naked form.

She walked over, picked up one of the towels she’d brought out and proceeded to dry herself off. ‘Much better,’ she thought, sighing contentedly. Too bad Robert hadn’t been there though to hold her under and “drown” her. She would have enjoyed that.

She made the mistake of glancing over at the Vacu-bag as it lay in the shadows next to the shop vac she’d brought out. She shivered excitedly as she felt herself start to tingle all over again. Damn!

This was driving her insane! She simply had to find some way of trying it out. Melissa walked over and stared at the vacuum and the bag, contemplating what to do next as her heart rate increased from her growing excitement.

The first order of business was securing the shop vac. So she began moving pieces of patio furniture around. She finally found a way to wedge it in good and snug so it wouldn’t go anywhere.

After all, the damned thing was on rollers. She didn’t want it moving around on her. She also didn’t want to risk having it end up in the pool and electrocuting her.

Next was the Vacu-bag itself. This she placed perpendicular to the shop vac. Melissa made sure the zip side was facing the machine. That way she could slip an arm out long enough to turn it on and off.

She grabbed the long hose she’d brought out from the house’s central vacuuming system. She attached one end to the vacuum, making sure it was snug. Then she worked the other end into the adaptor on the opposite side of the zip to the Vacu-bag.

It wasn’t long before she was trembling with anticipation again. Despite the refreshing swim, her pussy was sopping wet with excitement. Her nipples stood erect as she gasped for breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She stared at the bag for a long moment, wondering once again if perhaps she should wait until her husband got home. But once more she got that terribly delicious mental image of being trapped inside. She desperately wanted to feel the plastic clinging tightly to her body.

Melissa shuddered at the thought. She was close to having another orgasm again. And she wasn’t even in the damned bag yet!

‘Who can I get to help me?’ she wondered as she looked around the yard. She mentally processed through a list of friends, neighbors and acquaintances. No one came to mind as a suitable spotter for what she had in mind.

None of her immediate neighbors even knew of her fetish… none, that is, except for Mike. He was a single guy who lived next door. If he was home would he be interested?

She’d told him about her asphyxia fetish one day. They’d spent the next few months role-playing over the internet. They’d even talked over the phone a few times while her husband was at work.

Lately their chats had taken a more serious tone. He’d acted as though he was more than willing to come over and take her all the way. He talked as though he was willing to strangle her to death or drown her in her pool if that’s what she really wanted.

One day not too long ago she’d found herself seriously thinking about calling him up and having him come over to do the deed. That was the very same day she’d cut off all communication with him. She was concerned things were starting to get out of hand and hadn’t talked to him since.

She found herself toying with the idea of calling him up to see if he wanted to come over and play. She began to picture him plugging the breathing tube, cutting off her air until her lungs exploded. It would be risky. But if things got out of hand and he accidentally killed her, at least it would make for one hell of an orgasm.

She snapped out of it and shook her head, chiding herself for thinking such dangerous thoughts. ‘Don’t be stupid!’ she told herself. Then she became aware her heart was beating excitedly over what she’d been contemplating.

‘You can’t really trust him anymore; you know that! Mike’s liable to take things too far. Besides, what if you get caught up in the heat of the moment and want him to take you all the way? That wouldn’t be good at all!’

Melissa knew her limitations. She didn’t dare risk giving in to those deep, dark fantasies. But she was growing more impatient.

Her mid was churning, desperate for a way to play with the Vacu-bag before her husband got home. There had to be some way of pulling this off by herself. She simply couldn’t wait all day.

She studied the Vacu-bag as it lay sprawled out before her. She could see where the hose connected to it. Maybe she could roll herself onto her side enough to pop it free. The bag should loosen around her then, enough to allow her to grab onto the zip and let herself out.

Melissa hesitated as she stared at the plastic lying before her. She weighed her options as she calculated just how difficult it might be to get out. Then she felt a surge of arousal as she quivered with longing while excitedly gasping for breath.

For a moment she looked all around. Then she made her decision. “Fuck it – I’m doing this!” she said aloud.

She bent down and carefully checked the hose connection one last time. Then she slowly unzipped the bag before carefully crawling inside into a sitting position. Her excitement skyrocketed as she gasped for breath.

Melissa was trembling so much that she had to pause to catch her breath and calm herself down. The feel of plastic on skin was almost more than she could stand. She found herself desperately wanting to feel the bag collapse around her, encasing her while making love to every inch of her quivering body.

She carefully stuck her head into that section of bag that was reserved for it. She trembled as the elastic clung to her throat like a jealous lover. Then she wrapped her lips around the end of the breathing tube. That’s when Melissa shuddered as a flush of warmth flowed though her body.

Melissa cried out through the breathing tube, whimpering and gasping as an orgasm once again caught her by surprise. If she was this excited, she could only imagine what it was going to feel like once she finally got totally inside and turned on the shop vac.

Melissa couldn’t wait to feel the bag suction hungrily around her naked, overly-stimulated body. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the zip partway up. She left just enough room to be able to snake her arm out.

This was it: the moment of truth. Melissa reached out with a quivering hand. Then she fumbled for the on/off switch.

The machine instantly roared to life, causing her to jerk her arm back. She scrambled to pull it back inside the bag. Then she fumbled with the zip, desperately trying to seal the damned thing up from the inside just as fast as she could.

It didn’t take long before she realized the suction was becoming harder to work against. She could feel air whistling through the opening. Melissa struggled with the zip as the bag collapsed around her, her excitement growing by leaps and bounds.

One final yank and the zip was up. Melissa fought to bring her arms to her sides. She sucked hard on the breathing tube as the bag compressed against her chest.

She tried to force herself to relax. She’d done all she could do. Now she focused on the incredible sensations assaulting her senses.

The elastic tightened around her waist and neck, deliciously tantalizing her with its presence. It didn’t cut off her air. But it felt like it was trying to do precisely that.

She could feel it applying pressure around her throat. Down below, the plastic was suctioning hungrily around her throbbing pussy. It pressed hard against her clit until her eyes opened wide over how good it felt.

Melissa felt it start to build deep inside her. It felt like a massive force bearing down on her. She tried to move around a little, but was all but immobilized inside the bag, the plastic forcing it’s presence upon virtually every inch of her body.

She began to tremble as the elastic seemingly tightened even further around her neck, driving her mad. She gasped for breath, only to realize the tube wasn’t allowing her to pull in nearly as much air as she needed. She gasped in abrupt panic at what suddenly seemed like an incredibly small breathing tube.

Her fear blossomed into a consuming beast. A moment later it exploded inside her, a gigantic fireball of an eruption. She stiffened as she arched her back before crying out through the tube in her mouth.

It rolled on and on, ravaging her… devastating her. But Melissa was effectively immobilized, helpless to do anything other than ride it out. She shuddered violently, desperately trying to pull air into her deliciously tortured body.

It finally, mercifully passed, leaving her weak and disoriented. She fought to pull a decent breath of air into her quivering body. That’s when she discovered the insidious nature of the Vacu-bag she’d ordered.

The breathing tube was large enough to give her the air she needed. But it was not quite big enough to give her the air she wanted. It gave her the incredible sensation of being partly asphyxiated.

Her chest heaved, her lungs protesting. What she was getting wasn’t quite enough. It was delicious agony.

She felt the fire return to her crotch with a vengeance. At the same time she became aware of the plastic clinging tightly to her body. It pressed firmly against her clit, teasing and tantalizing with the vibrations from the hose attached to the plastic.

This was far more than she’d anticipated, much more than what she’d bargained for. Melissa began to tremble again as another orgasm came charging toward her. This one felt like it was going to be stronger than the last, giving her an erotic thrill of fear.

Melissa frantically tried to roll herself over in an effort to knock the hose out of the adaptor. That’s when she discovered she was much too weak to roll and pop the hose loose. She was effectively immobilized, at the mercy of the bag that enclosed her in its lustful grip.

Her lungs heaved as she tried to move. She squirmed around in an attempt to get onto her side and pop the connection. All she accomplished was go make the plastic rub sensuously against her swollen nub.

She stiffened in a frantic attempt to hold it back, even as she started to shudder. A moment later she threw her head back. Melissa arched her back and cried out through the tube in her mouth.

The monstrous orgasm shook her to her core until she spasmed and convulsed. It felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. Her eyes rolled as she fought to pull a decent breath of air through the tube.

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. The orgasm washed through her in wave after wave. That’s when she began to wonder if anyone had ever died from orgasm-overdose.

It finally, mercifully passed until she found herself panting weakly for breath. But she was desperate to refill her lungs through the tube in her mouth. She felt dreamy and immensely satisfied, even as a part of her wondered how the hell she was going to roll over and pop the hose out of the Vacu-bag.

Melissa suddenly became aware of someone standing over her. She looked up in partial relief, half expecting to see her husband standing over her. Only it wasn’t Robert…

It was Mike!

“I see you bought yourself a new play-toy, Melissa,” he said with a smile. “I thought I heard the shop vac. I had to come over the fence and see what was going on for myself. Good for you! I was wondering what the hell you were up to. But now I understand.”

He knelt down next to her with a wicked grin on his face. Melissa felt the color drain from her face. At the same time she felt a terrible excitement come over her.

What might he do to her?? She couldn’t be sure. It made her start to rock herself back and forth again, desperate to break the connection to the hose. Once broken she hoped the bag would fill with enough air to loosen the plastic around her so she could free herself.

“Ah – ah – ahhh; let’s have none of that!” Then he smiled as he placed a firm hand upon her chest. Melissa instantly stopped struggling.

She panted hard as her breath hissed in and out of the breathing tube. She stared up at him, trembling like crazy. Her resistance was gone, stolen by the two previous orgasms she’d just endured.

“So this is what you breathe through; eh, Melissa?”

He gave her a nasty smile as he playfully ran his thumb all around the end of it. As if in a daze she found herself nodding helplessly at him. Her body was on fire, screaming for another release.

Immediately she was torn with indecision. She knew he was going to say and do next. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him, certainly not in her current condition.

He smirked as he asked, “You want me to close it off, Melissa?” It triggered a jolt of excitement that surged through her.

As if in a trance she found herself nodding again. Her breath hissed through the air tube as her lungs heaved in fearful excitement. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Ok,” he responded with maddening cheerfulness. Then he smiled as he covered the end with his thumb.

Melissa jerked as her breath was cut off, her eyes opening wide. ‘He’s gonna kill me!’ she thought with a mixture of fear and excitement. But what worried her was the little voice in the back of her head telling him to go right ahead and do it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mike asked with a sinister grin, his thumb covering the end of the breathing tube.

The bag crinkled from her attempts to draw air in through the closed-off tube as her lungs began to heave. Melissa nodded weakly, her body trembling madly. Her strength of will was completely gone.

“I’ll bet you’ll like it even more when I do this, am I right?”

Mike reached down and started rubbing between her thighs, rubbing the plastic over her sensitive crotch. Melissa trembled as her chest heaved in breathless warning. This was not good at all!

A part of her wanted him to stop before things went too far. But her body was already responding, begging him to snuff her gloriously. She knew it would be something that would get him off if it happened.

Her lungs continued to heave in protest. Her pussy throbbed with an insatiable hunger for the orgasm to end all orgasms. Then he quietly asked, “How about it, Melissa? Are you ready to die for me?”

His words send a jolt of sexual excitement rushing through her body. She was trembling so hard she thought she was going to explode. Once more she couldn’t resist nodding her head at him, knowing this one act might be condemning her to certain death.

The thought he might go through with it was terribly erotic. She quickly became aware of the fact that her body was soaked with perspiration, allowing her to slither around sensuously inside the bag. Her lungs were screaming for another breath of air. But he was deliciously withholding that from her.

“Good girl,” he said with an evil smile. Melissa felt another wash of incredible pleasure flow through her. Then he told her, “Say goodbye, Melissa. It’s time for you to die.”

Those were the words she loved to hear in situations such as this. They were words her husband often used during their plays, words that send incredible shivers of arousal coursing through her body. And once again they had the desired effect.

She was so highly charged that it suddenly exploded inside her with a rush of incredible warmth and pleasure. Melissa cried out into breathing the tube as her body shuddered violently. The orgasm was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before.

It rolled on and on, stealing away the very breath of life. Her lungs heaved in her chest, screaming for oxygen. That’s when her senses overloaded.

Her eyes rolled as her body convulsed. A moment later it felt like every muscle shorted out. That’s when she went limp as she blacked out…

Part 2

Melissa awakened panting quietly, not getting nearly as much air as she wanted. There was something in her mouth she seemed to be breathing through. And there was some sort of plastic wrap that totally encased her, confining her movements.

A machine of some sort was roaring in the background somewhere close by. She was hot and sweaty, feeling weak all over. Then she looked up through the plastic bag she was wrapped up in.

She saw Mike’s smiling face hovering over her. Then it all came rushing back to her as he asked, “Did you enjoy your little nap, Melissa? You must’ve cum really hard to pass out on me like that.”

At that moment she had clarity of thought over where she was and what she was doing. She knew she needed to get out of the bag before everything started up all over again. Next time she might not be so lucky.

“Bee! Geh bee gow uh heah!”

She started squirming around in an effort to roll over and pop the hose out of the bag before she started getting too damned excited again. Mike put his hand on her chest to steady her. “No, Melissa. I’m not through with you yet.”

He smiled ominously at her. Then he told her, “We’re going to have some fun now. This one’s going to be our best role-play ever.”

It suddenly dawned on her Mike wasn’t actually standing over her. She turned her head to see where he was. That’s when she discovered him standing in the shallow end of the pool. That meant she was lying right next to the edge, the zip side of the bag facing toward him.

Her eyes flew open from a mixture of fear and arousal. Oh, shit! He wouldn’t, would he??

Something told her what was coming next. She felt her excitement return with a rush as the color drained from her face. She knew she had to try and put an end to it right now before she lost the will to stop him.

Melissa began shaking her head, even as her heart rate increased dramatically.  “GUNH – UNH! GUNH – UNH!” But Mike was already sliding his arms underneath the bag.

He lifted her up, confirming what was in store for her. It gave her an erotic thrill despite the fear that welled up within her. “Let’s get you into the pool, shall we, Melissa? Let’s have a little fun before I drown your ass, ok?”

That comment sent an erotic jolt shivering through her body. She frantically shook her head while she still had the sense to try and stop him… “GUNH – UNH! GUNH – UNH!” She panted heavily through the tube, her eyes wild with a mixture of fright and arousal.

She felt her pussy roar excitedly to life with a terrible excitement as she squirmed in his arms. Then her plastic-encased body came in contact with the cool pool water. Melissa stiffened excitedly as he lowered her until she was level with the surface, the breathing tube sticking up out of the water.

“Let’s see if you can float, shall we?” Then she felt him remove his supporting arms.

She froze for a split-second, praying she was still buoyant. Then she felt herself start to sink. She frantically pulled air through the tube before she slipped completely under the surface.

Air dribbled out of the breathing tube in her mouth as she picked up momentum on her downward drift. That’s when she felt him catch her in his arms. She couldn’t quite make out his words… “Nope. I guess not!” But she could see his broad grin.

He removed an arm from underneath her long enough to check his watch. Then he slid it back under her, supporting her as he held her submerged body. That’s when she realized he wasn’t going to bring her back up right away.

Melissa felt an involuntary spasm in her lungs, telling her she needed air soon. How long was he going to keep her submerged?? The fear and excitement was almost more than she could handle.

Her lungs heaved gently, sending a small stream of air dribbling out through the breathing tube between her lips. She frantically pushed her tongue against the opening to close it off as her lungs began to burn. At the same time her excitement swelled within her.

She found herself on the horns of a dilemma. Part of her wanted him to get her back to the surface. The darker side of her fantasies felt a strong urge for him to drown her, sending her off into never-ending darkness with what would no doubt be a devastating death-orgasm.

The soft spasms in her chest strengthened as the slipperiness of her body inside the Vacu-bag began to drive her wild. Her pussy was throbbing – she could feel another orgasm rushing toward her. So she squirmed in a futile effort to get free.

The shop vac was still sucking air, the plastic bag still clinging tightly to her body. She was helpless in his arms. But now he was checking his watch again.

At that moment a part of her wanted to be pulled back up. But there was another part of her that was being fueled by her deepest, darkest fantasies… fantasies that were now bubbling to the forefront of her consciousness… ‘Keep me down here, Mike! Let me drown for you! I know you want to watch me die! Snuff my ass, lover!’

Her lungs heaved painfully, reminding her of how badly she needed to breathe. For the briefest of moments her desire to live overrode her desire to be taken all the way. ‘NO!’ her mind screamed. ‘I’M NOT READY TO DIE! PULL ME UP – PULL ME UP! I’M ALMOST OUT OF AIR AND I’M GOING TO-‘

Melissa suddenly stiffened. She couldn’t help arching her back as she tipped her head back. Air streamed out of the breathing tube in her mouth as she jerked and convulsed, her eyes rolling as her body shuddered violently.

It felt like wild electrical charges were ricocheting throughout her body, followed by wave after wave of incredible pleasure. Too immobilized to resist, she abruptly relaxed, allowing it to ravage her. She was certain she was going to drown any second now but felt too damned good to care.

As it faded away she sucked hungrily on the tube, frantic for her next breath of air. Yet she firmly believed she wasn’t going to get another one. Then she tasted air.

She gasped for breath, sucking hard on the breathing tube. Her chest rose and fell as she panted wildly. She was at the surface, his arms holding her up so she could get air.

She shuddered over how close she had come and how erotic it had been. But now she wanted out of the Vacu-bag. She could feel herself starting to lose control.

She’d already lucked out twice. She needed to get out before he got allcaught up in the moment and did something rash. Besides, those dark thoughts she was forced to keep buried had risen to the surface. Now they were seductively whispering to her… ‘Tell him to drown you. Tell him to hold you down until the water claims your spasming body. You won’t be sorry.’

She tried to fight off her desires. Robert would be saddened if he came home and found her body in the pool. But the thought of her husband coming home to find her drowned was enough to make her shiver with excitement.

She had to convince Mike to get her out of the Vacu-bag right away. She could already feel her resolve start to weaken. This was threatening to get out of hand.

“That was about a minute twenty-five,” she heard her unmarried neighbor say to her as he leaned over her, his arms holding her up at the surface. “What do you say, Melissa? Shall we go again? Shall we see if you can hold your breath longer?”

Something told her the longer this went on, the more tempted he was going to be to take her all the way. What’s more, she was liable to take him up on it. She couldn’t risk it as she was already feeling those dangerous stirrings.

“GUNH-UNH!” she said as she shook her head, trying to be convincing. “Geh bee oww – geh bee oww!”

“Aw, c’mon, Melissa,” he said with a devilish grin. “You know you want to. I know you want to. Just nod your head and I’ll send you off to sweet oblivion.”

His words sent shivers running through her body as she gasped through the breathing tube. She was starting to weaken, her body screaming at her for one massive orgasm after another one. She could feel herself trembling as the plastic bag remained tightened around her body.

“You want me to drown you, don’t you, Melissa?” he nodded softly. It was the devil whispering in her ear… ‘Yes, Melissa… let him drown you. Tell him you want him to drown you. I promise; you won’t be sorry.’

‘NO!’ her mind screamed again.

It took everything she had to shake her head as tears filled her eyes. It was getting harder now. She could feel how incredibly aroused she was. She was almost at the point where she DID want him to send her into oblivion.

“No?” Mike said in astonishment. “You’re telling me no?? That’s not the Melissa I know! The slutty little asphyxia-whore I know would want me to drown her. Perhaps you need a little more encouragement.”

He grinned evilly at her. “Better get a good breath, bitch. You’re going back down!” Then he let go of her.

Melissa inhaled sharply as a shiver of excitement coursed through her body. Then she was below the surface, drifting downward. She picked up momentum as air dribbled out of the breathing tube in her mouth.

Her pussy throbbed at her predicament, the vacuumed plastic massaging her crotch. She could feel her juices mingling with her perspiration. The erotic sensations were driving her mad.

She was afraid of the situation she now found herself in. Yet she was horribly excited at the thought that this time he might not let her back up. It was getting harder to think straight.

She felt her momentum diminish until she began to rotate onto her side. It was as though the hose was hanging up and slowing her down. It felt like she was being pulled up against the wall of the pool.

She thought she heard the “brrr” of the hose to the vacuum as it rubbed against the edge of the pool. For some reason it heightened her arousal. Then her back thumped against the wall and she let out an “oomph”, causing her to lose a burst of air through the breathing tube.

Then she was drifting down again, quickly coming to rest on the pool floor on her side, facing away from the wall. That’s when she saw Mike standing naked in front of her. His dick stiffened rapidly, and she quivered excitedly as he submerged right in front of her.

‘What’s he going to do to me?’ she thought excitedly. It sent an arousing shiver coursing through her.

She watched as he came up to her, grabbing her on both sides of her body. He pulled her away from the wall, making sure the hose remained connected to the bag. Then he stretched her out on her back, grabbed her by the shoulders and then hovered over her, grinning evilly.

Melissa shivered again as her excitement ratcheted up a notch. She stared up at him through the clear plastic with wild eyes. She was helplessly at his mercy.

The thought of it drove her wild as her body trembled. A part of her was sorry he couldn’t penetrate her because of the sealed bag. Another part of her was glad he couldn’t.

He pulled himself down to her and worked his legs on either side of hers before pressing his shaft up against her crotch. It caused her to moan as a few more bubbles dribbled out of the end of the breathing tube. A moment later he grinned maliciously.

He bubbled before wrapping his lips over the exposed end of the breathing tube. Then he slowly slid his body back and forth over her plastic-covered form. It had the effect of rubbing his dick back and forth over the opening to her throbbing cunt.

Melissa had never experienced anything so utterly erotic before in her entire life. She grunted as her lungs began to spasm. Her eyes went wide as she began to squirm underneath him.

The fact he was sucking on the tube, pulling the very air out of her lungs, made her dizzy with arousal. Between that and his cock rubbing back and forth over her plastic-covered clit, she felt her excitement spike sharply. She stiffened as the orgasm charged toward her.

She fought like hell to hold it back. But it was no use. A moment later it erupted inside her in a massive explosion of pleasure.

Her tightly wrapped body went off in a series of convulsions. She bucked and jerked wildly… “UNGH – UNGH – UNGH!” Her lungs heaved in her chest as her back arched.

It felt so good that it actually hurt. It seemed like every nerve ending was frying. Her eyes rolled as her orgasm seemed to roll on and on.

It took her breath away, preventing her from sucking on the breathing tube. At that moment nothing mattered but the pleasure she was experiencing. She wanted to scream… “YES – YES; LEAVE ME HERE TO DROWN! SNUFF MY ASS, MIKE!”

…and then it was gone, leaving her weak and breathless…

Melissa needed air badly. But Mike’s mouth was still on the breathing tube, preventing her from inhaling or exhaling. Her lungs cried out for air so much so that it triggered yet another orgasm.

Melissa went off again, bucking and jerking and convulsing wildly. She tried to scream but she couldn’t catch her breath. She became dizzy… disoriented… her body swimming in a sea of pleasure.

At that moment she didn’t care anymore, so long as the incredible sensations didn’t stop. She didn’t feel Mike lift her climax-ravaged body to the surface. And she wasn’t aware of the fact that his thumb had remained over the breathing tube the whole time as he swam her up. All she knew was that she was falling into a void that was warm, black and surging with incredible pleasure…
—–
Her senses came back online about a half minute later. Her chest heaved as she filled her lungs with air. Then she tried to shake the haze out of her eyes, wondering why her body was tingling so much.

Her vision cleared until she saw Mike smiling down at her. She felt his reassuring arms underneath her. That’s when she realized she was still in the Vacu-bag… still in her backyard pool.

“How was that, Melissa?” he asked with a grin. “Did you like that? It looked like you had one hell of an ‘O’!”

She nodded, too weak to protest or complain. She was still awash in a sea of tingling pleasure. She simply remained limp in his arms.

“Are you ready for the big one now?” he asked with an evil smile. “Are you ready to die for me? Just say the word – just nod your head – and I’ll take you to the deep end and leave you there. Just give me a sign, baby, and I’ll say those words I know you want to hear.”

Melissa froze, her eyes wide as her excitement escalated. A moment later she started to tremble with enthusiasm. How could she say no?!

It felt so damned good, especially with the promise of something so much bigger to come. She found herself shivering with arousal as a battle of wills raged within. She knew she shouldn’t, but those deep, dark desires of hers had been released until she could hear those insidious words in her mind…

“Nod your head… tell him ‘yes’. Let him drown your ass and you will have the biggest, most earth-shattering climax you will ever experience. Tell him ‘yes’, Melissa. Then you’ll rest… rest forever on an eternal wave of orgasmic bliss.”

She blinked her eyes. There was Robert to think about, not to mention her job and her friends. She knew she needed to say “no”. But her body was trembling uncontrollably at the mere thought of it.

If only she could get out of the bag. If only she could gather her wits about her so she could think straight. This was the wrong place and time to think about such an erotic life and death decision, especially with her body feeling so terribly aroused.

Mike was no help at all as he kept pushing her. “C’mon, Melissa… you KNOW you want to. Just give me a nod and I’ll say those magic words.” Then he paused, looking at her expectantly.

Melissa stiffened, staring at him in wild-eyed horror. It took everything she had to keep her head from nodding. She was so terribly aroused as she fought against the desires trying to seduce her…

“Nod your head, Melissa – give him the green light. You KNOW you want this. Allow him to say the very phrase that always excites you to your very core.”

Tears filled her eyes as she fought the battle within. But her body was betraying her. She was weakening rapidly; she could feel herself giving in.

“C’mon, bitch!” Mike insisted. “Nod your damned head! I’m going to drown you anyway. Show me that you really want it. We both know you do; am I right?” That inner voice didn’t help matters any… “Yes; nod your head. Give him permission to drown you. Allow him to say the words.”

Melissa felt her body shudder with desire. She closed her eyes and winced, desperately trying to hold onto her sanity. A small part of her wanted Robert to come charging to her rescue. But the rest of her wanted to give in. She had to fight like hell to keep from nodding her head.

“You stubborn bitch!” he told her in frustration. “I see you’re going to need a little more convincing!”

Mike grabbed her and began making his way out into the deep end of the pool, treading water as he towed her body along. The long hose to the shop vac slid along the edge of the pool accordingly. “I’m going to drown your sorry ass anyway, Melissa,” he said impatiently, “so you might as well enjoy yourself. C’mon, cunt; nod your damned head! Tell me that you want it!”

At that point she almost gave in. She was so close, her body primed with such arousal that it took everything she had not to nod. She knew there would be no going back once she gave her permission. There would be no resuscitations, no ‘do-overs’.

“Fine, bitch – be that way!” Then she felt his arms come out from underneath her.

Her excitement spiked as she frantically gasped through the breathing tube. She pulled as much air into her lungs as she could before she slipped under the surface. Her eyes opened wide, flush with an incredible excitement as she slowly sank downward.

She struggled to keep the massive orgasm that was rushing toward her at bay. Then she felt herself being swung against the wall of the pool again. The hose hung up at the surface until her back hit the wall.

Melissa let out an “oomph” as she lost a burst of air through the breathing tube. Then she began to slide down the wall, her pussy throbbing with greater and greater intensity. She fought like hell to hold her breath, trying to remain calm. But it was all too damned exciting.

Inwardly she cursed herself. She should have nodded her head. Besides, he said he was going to drown her anyway. The excitement was almost overwhelming.

She came to a sudden stop, gently bouncing up and down a little over a foot off the pool floor. It left her trapped and helpless, the bag clinging tightly to her naked body. It also left her terribly aroused.

She moved her head to look around the interior of the pool as much as possible from her vantage point. Melissa grunted as she hung horizontally, a stream of bubbles spewing out of the breathing tube. The tightness of the vacu-bag against her pussy was maddening.

All of her senses were primed. The plastic bag tightly suctioned against her body, the faint sound of the shop vac somewhere above her. She was wet from perspiration and the juices of her many orgasms.

The cool pool water contrasted sharply with how warm she felt. The elastic around her throat was sending delicious signals to her brain. The Vacu-bag mercilessly encased her, the plastic clinging to her breasts and crotch. She could feel it pressing against the hood of her clit, driving her insane with arousal.

Mike swam down into view, his cock hard with arousal as a sadistic grin filled his features. He swam up to her and mouthed the words “bye, bye.” Then he covered the end of the tube with his thumb.

At the same time he slowly rubbed her plastic covered crotch with his free hand. It sent a jolt of erotic tingles flushing through her. Melissa’s lungs heaved as her eyes went wide in understanding…

OHMYGAWD! HE’S GONNA SUFFOCATE ME!

The thought was so terribly exciting that she felt every muscle stiffen as it charged toward her. It was a massive explosion of pleasure about to overwhelm her. Then she began to shudder as her back arched involuntarily.

Her lungs heaved in her chest as she instinctively sucked on the breathing tube in her mouth. But she was getting nothing as his thumb remained firmly over the opening. Then it exploded inside her, a white-hot, blinding flash of pleasure.

Melissa’s body came alive, spasming and convulsing violently as the orgasm shook her to her very core. She tried to scream but she could not get air past her vocal chords. She tried to suck on the tube, but no air came through.

It drove her wild as wave after wave of intense pleasure slammed into her body. Her lungs were on fire as she tried once more to suck on her end of the breathing tube. But nothing came through.

Melissa went from one orgasm to the next, her body shuddering so hard she appeared to be having a seizure. She couldn’t hold it back, not that she really wanted to. It just kept coming and coming, wave upon wave.

Once more she tried to scream as her eyes rolled.  Her body was awash in a sea of pleasure. She was sure she was going to suffocate in a blaze of glory.

One moment she was on the verge of passing out. The next she was amazingly at the surface, pulling as much air into her lungs as the tube allowed. She shuddered and trembled as orgasmic aftershocks kept rippling through her body.

She was dimly aware of being pressed up against the pool wall to keep from sliding back down into the water. Then Mike’s face appeared before her. “Are you ready now?” was all he said.

OH GAWD – YES!

She couldn’t help it; she was too far gone. Melissa eagerly nodded her head as a thrill of excitement flushed warmly through her overly aroused body. Then she eagerly grunted, “GUNH – HUNH! GUNH – HUNH!”

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She wanted it now; oh, how she wanted this! There was no thought of job, friends or husband.

“Good girl,” Mike said to her, causing her to feel another flush of warmth flow through her. “You’ve been a great neighbor, Melissa. But I suppose all good things must come to an end.”

He paused dramatically. Then he told her, “I’m going to let you go now. But this time I’m not bringing you back up.”

Her breath caught excitedly in her throat as he kissed the plastic pressed against her forehead. Then he smiled lustfully at her. “Goodbye, Melissa. It’s time for you to die.” Then he let her go…

She gasped excitedly as a bolt of energy surged through her overly stimulated body. A moment later she began to sink in a sea of arousal, trembling as she went down. Her body responded excitedly to the fact that her life span was now measured in minutes as her heart hammered loudly in her chest.

There was no way in hell she could hold her breath for long. She was too damned excited, her heart pounding in her chest. Even now her lungs were starting to spasm, telling her she hadn’t had nearly enough time to catch her breath up at the surface.

She saw Mike submerge as she continued to sink. But this time he kept his distance, watching her intently as he began to stroke his thick cock. At that moment she regretted never having felt it inside her.

She saw he was going to enjoy himself as he watched her drown. That thought sent another jolt of excitement surging through her body. Then she bounced to a halt as the hose stopped her descent again, holding her a little over a foot off the pool floor with her back to the wall, just like the last time.

Melissa hung horizontally against the wall, totally encased in the Vacu-bag. She felt deliciously helpless, believing she was never going to receive another breath of air again. That thought was driven home as her lungs heaved in her chest, desperate for a decent breath of oxygen.

She spewed air out of the breathing tube, sending a stream of bubbles scurrying to the surface. Her mind screamed, ‘THIS IS IT! I’M GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE! OHMYGAWD…’

She was so terribly excited that the orgasm caught her by surprise. She barely had time to stiffen before her body exploded in a flush of pleasure. Then she was violently spasming and convulsing inside the plastic she was encased in.

The perspiration that dripped off her body made the inside of the Vacu-bag slippery. She cried out in pleasure, blowing her breath away as a stream of air spewed out of the breathing tube. Her world became nothing more than wave after wave of pleasure overwhelming her, much like the surf pounding into a shoreline.

At that moment she felt something give. Melissa suddenly felt pool water entering the bag as she drifted down once more. Then she quickly came to rest on the floor of the pool, lying on her side against the wall. Up at the surface the shop vac shuddered and died from the sudden intake of pool water.

Cool liquid hungrily surged into the Vacu-bag. It flowed and probed, chilling her overheated body with cool water. She shuddered violently, still caught up in the onslaught of a devastating orgasm.

Cool water finally found her crotch, invading her highly aroused pussy. Melissa instinctively gasped, pulling pool water into her tortured lungs. That’s when her eyes snapped open in surprise.

She began convulsing violently as her lungs inhaled sharply, only to cough water back out. She hitched and spasmed as though suffering a major seizure. Her eyes barely registered the fact that Mike was now eagerly jerking on his cock.

Despite her agony she felt wave after wave of white-hot pleasure flow through her. It was unlike anything she’d ever known before. Her body thrashed about inside the Vacu-bag, caught in the middle between an over-powering orgasm and the agony of drowning.

Melissa grunted and gurgled as she hitched and convulsed until her body couldn’t take it anymore. She abruptly went limp on the pool floor. She lay unmoving save for the occasional spasmodic twitch from a stray nerve impulse.

Mike swam over to her, a wisp of his cream clinging to the tip of his shaft. He bubbled with a smile as he stared at her. She appeared to smile dreamily at him as the bag loosened all around her, filling with water.

He saw a stray twitch in her arm, saw another one make her leg quiver. Then something inside her body seemed to let go. There was a small flurry of bubbles that dribbled out past her parted lips, some finding their way through the breathing tube to scurry to the surface. Other bubbles gathered together, imprisoned inside the Vacu-bag.

Melissa was conscious enough to feel him reach out and gently caress her face through the plastic. It made her feel warm all over. She felt a brief ripple of excitement wash through her. Then she couldn’t see him anymore. The next thing she knew she was plunging into an endless sea of oblivion as darkness came for her.

Mike smiled as he saw the life flick out of Melissa’s eyes. Then he reached down and gave her forehead one last kiss before heading for the surface. His cock was spent, his lustful desires temporarily sated.

The first thing he noticed when he came up was that the shop vac had shorted out. The hose had separated from the bag, probably while she was thrashing about in the midst of her last orgasm. The resulting surge of pool water must’ve damaged it because he could see smoke wisping out of the top of the machine.

He turned, made his way to the shallow end of the pool and climbed the steps. Then he looked down at her one last time. ‘It’ll look like she carelessly rolled into the pool and drowned herself,’ he thought as he gathered up his clothes.

He made his way over to the fence where he threw his clothes over onto the other side. Then he climbed over. That’s when he found himself wondering if he would ever get another opportunity like this one. Perhaps that lovely brunette in the next cubicle at the office…

2006; 2019 (written Nov 11 ’06; ed. Apr 19 ‘19 by riwa)

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Making a movie with my sister 4.1 (22)

Veronica is my half-sister. We share the same father. But her mother is Dominican.

She’s a 31 year old high school math teacher. And she loves the way her skin is bronzed. In the summer when she doesn’t think it’s tanned enough she goes in and really gets it bronzed up.

I didn’t even know I had a half-sister until I was out on my own. She made contact with me and then kept in touch. Slowly but surely I revealed to her a couple of my kinks.

My girlfriend Sandy didn’t help matters any. She told Verri – as my sister likes to be called – about some of the perils we play-act. Veronica sounded interested and wanted to know more.

I guess Sandy told her about some of the things we did. She said we sometimes liked to film them. My sister was curious, so Sandy sent her one video of being shot in her nightie while being tied to a post in our bedroom.

Veronica loved it and wanted to see another. Sandy sent her a video where she was noosed on a chair. She didn’t drop of course. But she stood there in very sexy lingerie.

Sis finally told Sandy she wanted to be filmed in a similar peril situation. Sandy passed the request on to me, telling me my half-sister wanted to be in a video shoot. But I wasn’t sure about the whole thing.

Veronica wasn’t satisfied. Whenever we would talk she would pester me or Sandy about the chance to be recorded in a peril video. My girlfriend told me we could make it a really hot video shoot if we wanted.

Verri sent us a recent picture of herself. She looked hot all bronzed up like that. It made my cock stand up and take notice.

Right away Sandy saw the effect the picture had on me. “Let’s invite her over, Mike. Let’s make it a video shoot to remember.” I could see where her mind was coming from. So I readily agreed.

My sister came over on the day we scheduled our video shoot. We showed her the post we used for firing squad scenarios. But she was more interested in a hanging video. So we showed her the playroom where a thick noose dangled conveniently from the ceiling.

She gasped when she saw it. Then she said, “I’d love to do a hanging video, Mike. Sandy told me about your sexy hanging scene. Can we do a hanging video?”

I looked at Sandy who grinned and nodded. So I told my half-sister, “Sure thing, Verri. Anything for you!”

“Let’s make this special, ok?” Then she left the room. “Yes, let’s make it special,” my girlfriend agreed before she too slipped away to change.

I set up the camera on the tripod. Then Veronica returned. This time she was wearing nothing but a maroon bikini top and thong. It made her look sexy as hell.

“You want to be bound; right, Verri?”

“Of course!” she gasped breathlessly. “I want the video to look good, right?” So I got a loop of nylon and tied her hands behind her back.

I helped her up onto the chair. Then I carefully looped the noose around her neck. She gasped for breath as I snapped a couple pictures of her standing there.

“Is she ready?” Sandy asked as she calmly walked in. Veronica blushed when she saw my girlfriend was totally naked. She stammered, “What… what happened to your clothes??”

“This is going to be a special project, right? And as a special project we’re all going to do it nude.”

“All of us?” she gasped in alarm. Then she looked at me in shock. “You mean… you’re going to be nude too??”

“Of course he is,” Sandy told her. “He’s the one taking the video, remember? You want him to really get into it, don’t you?”

“But… but you’re… oh my God; you’re my brother! We can’t be naked in front of each other!” Veronica certainly seemed nervous about the idea. But I sensed a certain curiosity about her attitude… as though she might be willing to chance it.

“Half-brother,” Sandy corrected her. “This is a treat for both you and Mike; am I right? Besides, I think he’s starting to get a hard-on underneath those jeans. We need to let that thing out to breath for the poor guy; wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t know…”

“Your nipples are hard, Verri; I can tell. Mine are so hard they hurt. Mike’s entitled to enjoy himself too. So I’m going to help him get naked and then suck his cock a little till he’s nice and hard.”

“You… you’re joking, right?” In response Sandy started to help me out of my clothes.

Veronica turned beat red when I ended up naked other than my footwear. Sandy promptly got onto her knees. Then she started giving my cock some attention.

I could tell how aroused Verri had become. Her nipples were really poking through that top of hers. She was embarrassed, yet she still seemed somewhat curious and intrigued.

Sandy paid loving attention to my cock. She’s a great fluffer. She knows just what to do to get me all hot and bothered.

I looked up at Veronica and smiled. Sandy didn’t bother checking on my half-sister standing on the chair. She was too busy seeing to my needs.

I didn’t cum in her mouth, although I would have if she would have wanted me too. I needed my man-snot for the project. Besides, this was something Sandy and I had agreed to. She wanted it to be her special present to me.

Veronica panted like crazy as she watched us. I kept glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. I could tell she was still embarrassed. But it seemed to be making her hot. I liked that as it was really going to add to the video we were making.

My half-sister was panting for breath when Sandy rose up, leaving me good and hard. Then she blurted out, “I can’t believe she blew you right in front of me!”

“That’s not all she’s going to do, Verri.”

To my sister’s great shock Sandy removed her maroon top and bottoms. Now she was just as naked as we were. “That’s going to look so much better, you being naked for the video like we are. Aren’t I right, Verri?”

My cock twitched with anticipation over what was coming next. Veronica panted for breath as she gasped, “Oh my fucking God! I can’t believe I’m staring at my brother’s hard cock!” Then she felt Sandy grab the chair.

It must have made her feel unsteady because she anxiously blurted out, “Hey Mikey? This is safe, isn’t it? I mean… you’re just making a video, right?”

“It’s perfectly safe, Verri. I can assure you neither Sandy nor I can get hurt doing this. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“You and Sandy? Michael, you’re starting to scare me.” Now she was getting nervous.

“Being scared is good, Verri. It will make the video so much better, don’t you think?” Then she gasped as Sandy lovingly caressed her ass.

“Are you nice and wet for the video?” Sandy purred at her. “Maybe I’d better find out for myself, hmm?”

“Sandy, what are you doing??” That’s when my girlfriend started to rub her crotch. Verri whimpered helplessly.

“Not bad,” Sandy murmured. “But we’d better get you nice and wet for Mikey.” Then she stuck a couple fingers up my half-sister’s dripping slit where she wriggled them around a little.

Veronica writhed and moaned. “You’re nice and wet now,” Sandy told her with a smile. “I’d say you’re ready for us to shoot some video.”

“Doesn’t M-Mike have to turn it on first?”

“It’s already running, Verri,” I told her with a grin.

“Time to meet Dolcett, hun,” Sandy purred at her. Then she started to take the chair away.


“Sandy – DON’T!”

“It’s ok,” my girlfriend chuckled. “Mike told you the video is running. And he’ll be standing right here to watch.” Then she dumped Veronica off the chair, telling her “Now put on a good dance for the video, hun. Don’t worry about a thing. And don’t worry about the chair because I’ll make sure to put it right back.”

At exactly 1350h (1:50PM) we launched my sister off the earth. My arms went wide with great anticipation. Sandy looked like she was going to orgasm just standing there watching Veronica dangle in the noose.

Verri’s legs searched for the floor. Then she started to pedal. A happy, horny Sandy gasped with delight.

“That is soooooo fucking hot, Mike! Just look at her kick! The poor thing must really want that chair back! Not yet, Verri; not yet! We’re still taking video for your peril project!”

Veronica managed to turn and look at the both of us as she struggled. A sheen of perspiration broke out all over her bronzed skin. She rasped and gurgled as she moved her lips. But no sound was forthcoming other that a few more rasps for breath.

“Fuck!” Sandy gasped, instinctively covering her mouth.

“She looks great, doesn’t she?” My cock was hard again, desperately needing another release.

“She looks like… like she was made to hang, Mike! What do you call them again?”

“A noose-whore?”

“Yes; that’s it! Fucking hell; she looks exactly like a noose-whore!”


My half-sister began to fight the coil around her throat in earnest. It was a thick rope, one we’d chosen to extend her suffering. And she was suffering gloriously. I definitely didn’t need Sandy as a fluffer for this part of the project.

My sister’s titties bounced nicely as she danced and kicked. She certainly gave an uninhibited air-dance for the camera. It was amazing the way her naked body gyrated in the noose.

The look of suffering on her face was priceless. Her nipples were hard, indicating she had to be enduring some form of arousal at her suffering. Then she appeared to rub her thighs together.

“Just look at her, Mike! Look at the way her breasts jiggle! Her expression and… oh my fucking God; did she just cum in the noose?? You’ve got to fuck her now, Mike! I think she wants you to fuck her now!”

Veronica made sweet rasping sounds as she tried to breathe. She was still kicking a little. It was erotic as hell.

I stepped up to her and told her how sexy she looked. “It’s going to be one hell of a peril vid, Verri. But Sandy thinks I should fuck you now. What do you think?”

She gurgled as her legs flew outward. Then she brought her thighs together. She rubbed until she shuddered for a second time.

“She’s cumming again, Mike! She really wants it!” Sandy was panting heavily, looking as though she’d just had an orgasm of her own.

I gently stroked my dear half-sister’s cheek as she kicked a little. “Sandy thinks you want me to fuck you, Verri. I know I’ve always wanted to. And now I see you want me to as well. So I’m going to give it to you while you’re still hanging in the noose. It’ll make for a great video. I sure do love you, Verri.”

I stepped up onto the little wooden box we’d left below her. It was good for catching spills and messes. Sandy was so thoughtful putting it there before the hanging. And I was pretty sure Veronica wasn’t going to mind.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me. She rasped and gurgled as her legs fluttered a little. Then I kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue as it started to protrude.

I started to enter her as her feet cocked and curled. Sandy gasped, “I think she can feel you inside her, Mike!” I looked at her and smiled, noting how my girlfriend seemed to be in a state of euphoria.

I quickly discovered Verri’s pussy was just like Dorothy’s when we hanged that sexy bitch. It was nice and tight. I could feel it clenching around my erection from the effects of the noose around her throat.

It took me some time to push all the way inside. You kind of have to work to get your willie in there. But once you do, they squeeze so hard it almost hurts. Sandy refers to it as squeezing so hard “it hurts delightfully tight”. I couldn’t agree with her more.

I grabbed her ass, pulled her to me and started fucking her. Her pussy clenched wonderfully. She kept making little rasping sounds, although they were starting to quiet down.

“Fuck her, Mike!” Sandy gasped, and I saw my girlfriend finger herself. Then she panted, “Is she as good as Dorothy was?”

“Pretty damned good, baby.” But it wasn’t long until my balls started to swell. I was about to cum inside her.

I tried to hold off, wanting to fuck her for as long as possible. But I guess I’ll never be a porn star. I blew my wad in less than two minutes.

“My turn!” Sandy gasped as she rushed forward after I pulled out. She spread Verri’s legs, knelt down and then mashed her face into my dying half-sister’s cunt. I thought I saw Veronica twitch a little, making me wonder if she could still feel something down there.

Sandy tongue-fucked our sweet noose-whore. Sis seemed to tremble again. I thought her thighs squeezed a little. Then she hung limp.

Sandy went over backward, her face coated with my cream as well as my half-sister’s cum. She looked dizzy and disoriented as she panted for breath. “What a noose-whore cum cocktail, Mike! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so fucking hard!”

I stepped up to Veronica and touched her naked body all over, enjoying the feel of her warm breasts in my hands. “That felt wonderful cumming inside you, sis. You milked the cream right out of me. And you made Sandy cum as well.”

I caressed her cheek. Then I told her, “This is going to be the best peril video ever. I love you, Verri.” Her face was a purplish-red so I assume she was too embarrassed to reply. Or maybe the noose had simply exhausted her.

I stepped over to the camera and paused it to take some stills. Veronica hung nice and quiet for Sandy and I. I think she wanted us to get some great pictures to go with her peril video.

At one point her bladder released. “Should have expected that,” Sandy said with a laugh. “At least the box below caught a lot of it.”

Verri gently swayed back and forth, her body twisting in one direction and then reversing itself. Her nipples were still hard. It looked like her pussy was still dripping from what must have been an incredibly intense orgasm.

I finally took her down and then carried her over to the sofa. Sandy slid the chair back under the noose. “I did promise her I’d put the chair back,” she said with a knowing smile.

I propped Verri’s body up on the sofa before spreading her legs. Sandy immediately dove right in to do a little necro muff-diving. So I stuck my cock in Sandy from behind and gave her a nice, long fuck as she feasted until she went off with a couple more orgasms.

It’s not important for you to know how we disposed of the body. Let’s just say Sandy knows a guy who works for a mortuary. He even lets her help him out, although I can only imagine the type of “help” Sandy gave him with my half-sister’s corpse.

In the end the video turned out rather well. If you have never hanged and fucked your sister, half-sister or otherwise, I suggest you give it a try. Take it from your “Uncle Mike”. Trust me; I ought to know.

(end)

2019 (written for Mike and Sandy Jan 28 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by his renders and his story idea.)

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I’m hanged (male themes) 4.4 (25)

I was hitchhiking across the country when he picked me up. It was hot hitching across the Southwest. I was grateful he pulled over and gave me a ride.

He offered to take me home and put me up for the night. He guaranteed me fried chicken and a hot bath. So I took him up on his offer.

He seemed nice enough, and he treated me well. But there was something about the way he kept looking at me. It made me wonder if he was attracted to me.

Once inside his home he told me there was one room I wasn’t allowed to look inside. Otherwise I had the run of the house. I was allowed to spend the night in his guest room.

After eating supper and watching some TV, I decided to take a hot bath before going to bed early. It had been a long day. I was looking forward to a bath and a good night’s rest.

After my bath I sacked out, sleeping in my briefs. But in the middle of the night I had this dream. At least I think it was a dream.

He opened the door and came into my room. I remember him putting his hand on my crotch. Instinctively I moved it away. That’s when that part of the dream ended as I went right into another one.

I was curious about the room that was off-limits. So I went to have a look. Inside was a bare room with a chair and small nightstand.

Dangling from the ceiling was a long, thick noose. I couldn’t believe it. What kind of individual had I come in contact with??

I stared up at the noose, wondering who my benefactor really was. Then a thought crossed my mind. Did this guy want to hang me?

As I thought about it, I felt a strange stirring in my briefs. I looked up at the noose as I considered the matter. Why was I feeling aroused? I really didn’t want him to hang me, did I?

The next thing I remembered was being awake sitting in that chair in that small room. I was still wearing my briefs. But now my arms were handcuffed behind my back.

The noose was still right there, staring me in the face. I didn’t know what to think. I do know I was becoming shamefully hard as I stared at it, wondering if he was actually going to hang me.

The door opened and he walked into the room. He was wearing some sort of uniform that indicated he worked for the police. He saw me looking at the noose and smiled. Then he knelt close.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure I’d call it beautiful,” I replied hesitantly.

“Well, you might as well get used to it, Tim. I plan on using it to hang you with this morning. What do you think about that?”

“Hang me? You’re not really going to hang me; are you, Scott?”

“The thought had occurred to me. Besides, I told you not to come into this room, didn’t I? Now here we are.”

I swallowed nervously as I looked at the noose. I didn’t know how to answer. I also didn’t understand why my cock was getting so hard in my briefs.

“You know, Tim. I’m kind of looking forward to hanging you. I’m getting quite an erection just thinking about it.”

“Is there anything I can do to get out of being hanged in here, Scott?”

“There sure is, Tim.”

I couldn’t believe it when he unzipped his fly. Then he brought his cock out. I just stared at him and then at his cock as though he was nuts.

“Getting the message, Tim?”

“I’ve never sucked a cock before, Scott.”

“It’s never too late to learn, you know… especially with your neck being literally on the line here.”

“Are you serious?” He just smiled and nodded.

I gulped nervously as I swallowed hard. His cock was right there at eye level. I looked up at him and then right at his erection.

Nervously I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Then I tried sucking on it. “Take it a little deeper, Tim,” he said encouragingly. “I’d hate to have to hang you for giving me a bad blowjob.”

I didn’t know if he was serious or not. But I sure as hell didn’t want to take the chance. So I took him a little deeper.

I sucked on him the way I like to be sucked. That’s when he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. The noose ominously hung nearby as I developed this disturbing growth in my briefs.

It was humiliating sucking on another man’s cock. It was also shamefully arousing. I felt my dick stiffen considerably in my briefs. Maybe it’s because I was thinking about what it would feel like if he actually hanged me. Or maybe it was because of the embarrassment of having a cock in my mouth.

“You like it; don’t you, Tim? Or are you getting hard because you’re wondering if I’m really going to hang you. Does it really matter?”

He paused my blowjob to pull my stiffening cock out of my briefs. Then he stroked it. I became even more humiliated as he jerked me while telling me he was going to enjoy watching me hang unless I got him off properly.

“P-Properly, Scott?”

“That’s right, Tim. I’m going to fuck your ass. Then we’ll see about your hanging, ok?”

“Scott, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before!”

“Tim, you’re just full of firsts this morning, aren’t you?”

He stood me up and made me kneel on the chair. The he retrieved the baton that had been sitting on the end table. He took it and slowly worked it up into my ass. It was embarrassing as hell.

I whimpered from the violation. “Better get used to it, Tim. My cock will be going in there next. Are you up for it? Or should I just go ahead and hang you?”

“I g-guess you can f-fuck my ass, Scott.” By now I was totally humiliated. Strangely I was also unbelievably aroused.

“Good decision, Tim.” Then he pulled out the baton. That’s when he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.

I grunted as he thrust in nice and slow. It really hurt at first. But after a while my anal passage gradually became accustomed to being penetrated. At times it even felt shamefully pleasurable.

“I don’t know, Tim. You’ve got a great ass. It’s nice and tight; just perfect for fucking. But to be perfectly honest, what I’m really looking forward to is watching you hang to death. You wouldn’t mind doing that for me; would you, Tim?”

I could barely make out the noose dangling nearby. A part of me was genuinely frightened. Another part of me felt this strange arousal at my predicament.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. I fully expected him to cum in my ass. But that’s not what he wanted.

He removed the cuffs before pulling out of my ass. Then he told me to kneel and suck him until he came in my mouth. I was humiliated having to blow him after he’d just been in my ass. I just hoped my satisfying him meant I wouldn’t have to hang.

I knelt before him as he grabbed my head. Then he proceeded to fuck my face. It was humiliating as hell, especially the way he called me his cock-sucking noose-whore.

The noose dangled ever-present, making me worried he was truly going to hang me. So I did the best I could. I was rewarded with a cry of pleasure as he thrust hard into my mouth.

I got a load of salty cum for my efforts. He just kept his cock in my mouth until I was forced to swallow it all. Afterwards he pulled out.

I was terribly ashamed, having swallowed another man’s cum. At least now he wasn’t going to hang me; right? Then he made me stand upright.

He turned me around and snapped the cuffs back on my wrists. Then he moved the chair directly under the noose. “I’ve had my cum, Tim. Now it’s time for you to have yours.”

I stammered for something to say as he looped the noose around my throat. Then he made me stand up on the chair. I got really nervous as he tightened the rope snug against my left ear.

He finished pulling my briefs all the way down, leaving me naked and ashamed. Then he stepped behind me. He started stroking me until I had a full erection as I stood there noosed on the chair while panting for breath.

“I’ve had my cum, Tim,” he repeated. “Now it’s time for you to have yours.” And with that he pulled the chair out from underneath me.

I started to protest until I dropped, the noose taking my full weight. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt! My mind just kept screaming, “I’m hanged – I’m hanged!”

I began to kick as I swung back and forth. Scott came around in front of me to watch the show. He had his cock in his hand and was eagerly stroking himself. He had this sadistic smile on his face.

I hitched and jerked as my cock bounced from my gyrations. Then it began oozing until I spurted a little as I rasped for breath. Scott just smiled as he told me, “That’s the way, Tim. After you’ve finished cumming you can die for me.”

I fought that noose like hell; oh, how I fought it! I couldn’t believe anything could hurt so badly. My neck felt like it was stretching as my cock remained stiff.

I finally began to settle down as I tired myself out while internal organs started shutting down. My kicks lessened until I was hardly struggling at all. My cock softened until my bladder released and I pissed myself.

“Well done, Tim,” Scott said with a smile. He jerked his meat so hard that he spurted his cream onto my twitching legs. I could feel my bowels threatening to give way at any moment, an act that would be my final humiliation.

Thankfully I don’t remember anything after that…

2019 (written Sep 8 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps I took from the Internet clip No Noose is Good Noose.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3.3 (3)

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming November rewards
More of the Island of death row inmates.
The second chapter to the club story A Night to Remember.
Emma encounters some shifting, sinking sand.
Nadia ‘volunteers’ to help with the gallows at a wedding reception.
Terrie ‘takes herself out’ with another girl.
Emma finds herself Jacuzzi bound.
Stanley drowns his first victim.
There’s another victim of the strangler.
A bootlegger has a little trouble with his books.

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

Winter weather has arrived. We’ve already had snow. Now we’re in for a few days of temps that might not break 32. I walk around town for exercise, groceries, a cold caffeine run (soda), and snacks. But if it gets too cold, I’ll probably stay indoors.

The good news is my apartment is so much warmer than my old one. The last one leaked heat so much that I always wore a sweater while sitting at my computer desk with a blanket around my legs. But the blanket is put away and the sweater is hung up. So I’m appreciative.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. Stay warm out there. And be careful when driving in bad weather.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Pleasures and Dangers (reactivated 10-10-19)

12321 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of new underwater tales of pleasure and danger inspired by three separate preview pictures from Aquatapes.

Doubleheader – Cindy and Lisa are back, and they’re just as competitive as ever. They are playful; they love to breath-hold; and they both want to cum. But will these kinky young women push themselves too far? (10 pages)

Quartet – Bret and Dan discover their bi-sexual wives have been cheating on them, each using the other one’s spouse. There’s also wind of a wicked plot afoot. Can the two male friends set their jealousies aside and share their wives in the pool? Or will they decide to take matters into their own hands? (6 pages)

We’re a happy couple – They’re happily married to each other, and they love playing in the pool together. She loves pleasuring him to the point of considering letting him take her all the way. But a stressful period threatens to undermine all they have worked for. Will she let her anger carry the day? In a fit of anger will he do something rash? (7 pages)

Aztec Nightmare (reactivated 10-10-19)

5539 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted tale inspired by JustPaul’s animated Teacher series as well as his animated clip The Aztec Queen.

Ms. Lee decides to do a little exploring in the water-filled chambers underneath an Aztec temple. There is a legend about an Aztec queen who was cursed by some wizard so that the only way she could get off was by holding her breath underwater while making love. Is this that same temple? What would happen if Ms. Lee should stumble across the legend herself? (27 pages; 41 renders)

The Aztec Queen (reactivated 10-10-19)

6615 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted story inspired by JustPaul’s animated clip The Aztec Queen.

The Aztecs are victorious in the War of the Wizards. But Quetzal’s father loses his life and she becomes queen. So she rounds up the remaining wizards and sacrifices them to the gods. The last one curses her, telling her she will not be able to achieve sexual release unless she is submerged.

What will this promiscuous woman do? To what lengths will she go to obtain the sexual release she so desperately craves? Will she perish in the attempt? (22 pages; 14 renders)

The Aztec Queen VIII (plus bonus) (10-10-19)

9382 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new continuation of the Aztec Queen saga, with a bonus story included.

The Aztec Queen VIII – Atl checks on Citlalli, concerned the Queen might have pushed her abilities in the water too far. That’s when she meets Yaotl and learns of his abilities as a warrior-in-training. But will events in the river the next day cause her to hesitate in bringing Yaotl before the Queen? (14 pages)

The Chore – Mary does maintenance on the hot tub owned by her and her husband. Then Dottie the next door neighbor comes over to pay her a visit. But what is this “chore” Dottie says she has to take care of? (6 pages)

Scuba Combo III (Reactivated 10-20-19)

13169 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted trio of sunken vessel scuba stories re-edited for your reading pleasure. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover picture.

A surprise for Zach – While diving with her boyfriend Zach, Vanessa goes off her scuba tank to give him a sexy surprise, only to get caught far away from her air supply when she cannot find him. (8 pages)

Our own private scuba chamber – A trip out to their favorite dive spot becomes dangerous when a couple gets trapped inside the hold of a sunken vessel. (6 pages)

I only wanted her eliminated – Another woman conspires with a husband to take his wife on a dive trip so they can arrange a little scuba accident for her. But what if the wife might not be the only one the husband wants to get rid of? (11 pages)

Dear Diary 08 (plus Club bonus) (Reactivated 10-20-19)

12863 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the reposted Dear Diary chapter you’ve been waiting for – Kristen and her father. Included is the start of another Club tale. Thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Dear Diary 8 – Kristen comes home from a disappointing trip to the mall on Saturday, deciding a swim is just what she needs. But when she gets home she finds her father already breath-holding on the bottom of the pool. She can’t resist joining him for an erotic swim. (10 pages)

Sorority night at the Club – For years all Paris has heard from her mother is Pi Omicron Rho Nu this and Pi Omicron Rho Nu that. Now she’s finally graduating high school and will be starting college and joining the sorority despite less than ideal grades. But pledge night takes place at the Club. And there’s a special display case for those who don’t quite “make the cut” as they say. (13 pages)

Shelly 08-09 (Reactivated 10-20-19)

14577 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reposted couple more reworked chapters of the Shelly saga. In chapter 8 Shelly cuffs my arms behind my back and then turns me into her “slave-boy”, tormenting me underwater while attempting to make me do her bidding. She makes me promise to “bubble her” three different times. In chapter 9 I turn the tables as we have sex underwater until I grant her request by “bubbling her” for the first time while I’m fucking her. (31 pages)

JP Combo III (Reactivated 10-20-19)

8673 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two reposted older stories from my JustPaul archives. One of his posers inspired one idea while the other story came from several of his great illustrations. Recently edited with nearly 600 additional words added to both tales.

You’ll have to earn it – Emma’s mistress wants her down at the bottom of the pool again for more breath-holding games. If she wants to breathe from the regulator, she’s going to have to earn it by using her mouth, both on her mistress as well as her mistress’ lover’s cock. But what happens when mistress wants even more out of her slutty little submissive? (7 pages)

Going for It – Vanessa goes to the recreational center at closing time to sneak in a little swim. She hopes to lure her personal trainer Paul into joining her for a little after-hours breath-holding in the dive pool. But he is closing the facility. So she dives in naked all by herself, holding her breath while she waits for him to come check on her. Will he come out in time and find her in the dive pool before she starts to get into trouble? And once he sees her “offer”, will he decide to “go for it”? (18 pages; 15 posers)

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Drowning Ophelia 3.8 (4)

I always sensed it was my destiny, perhaps because my namesake in Hamlet suffered the same fate. Deep down I nurtured the seed and allowed it to take root. So I don’t know if it was by chance or if it was my destiny leading me down to the marina.

I saw him preparing his little cabin cruiser. When his eyes lingered on me I felt a chill run down my spine. It was as though I was looking right into the eyes of my killer.

“Hey, there.”

“Hello.”

“What are you doing down here at the marina, little girl?”

“I was thinking it might be exciting to go out for a ride on a boat.”

“What’s your name?”

“Ophelia.”

“Do you know what Ophelia’s fate is?”

I nodded as I told him, “Yes. She drowns in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.”

“Indeed she does. Do you still want to go for a ride with me?”

My heart was beating fast, my pussy damp with arousal as I brazenly walked to his boat. Then I calmly climbed aboard. “Ok, Ophelia,” he said with a smile. “Let’s take you out and drown you.”

His words gave me such an erotic jolt. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. I assumed he was only kidding around, although a part of me almost hoped he wasn’t.

It was disturbing the way he’d brought it up so casually. For some strange reason I found the idea wildly thrilling, sucking water into my lungs for him during my drowning convulsions. Something told me he would enjoy tossing me over the side just to watch my drowning bubbles come up.

I took up a seat as he freed us from the dock. Then we slowly motored out of the harbor. My heart beat faster as we headed out to sea.

I looked back to watch the shore fade away into the distance. Then we were out in open water. I was both frightened and aroused.

I don’t know how far out we were when he cut the engine. We drifted to a stop out in the middle of nowhere. Then he came over and smiled at me.

“If you’re going to go overboard, you have to do it naked. You know that, don’t you?”

I gulped as I nodded with understanding. Then I slowly stripped out of my clothes, leaving them neatly folded on the bench seat. When I was done I turned and stood before him, showing him my goodies. My nipples were so hard, my pussy dripping like crazy

I looked at his crotch and saw a bulge there. He was more than a little aroused at my nudity. Perhaps he was turned on at the idea of drowning me.

I went up to him and slowly pulled his shirt up over his head. There wasn’t much hair on his chest. I didn’t mind, and I kissed his nipples before working my way down.

I loosened his belt and unzipped his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. Then I pulled his briefs down his legs. His hard cock sprang free right in front of me.

I knelt down and took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around the shaft. He moaned at my skills. After all, I had to do a good job of tipping my executioner, right?

I sucked his cock for several minutes, getting him nice and hard. Then he spun me around and bent me over the side of his boat. A moment later he pushed his way inside my wet, dripping opening.

He thrust good and hard; gawd, how he fucked me! I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that before. It was as though I’d brought out the animal in him, sealing my doom.

He roared his release as he pumped me full of his seed. Then he turned me around and forced me to my knees. Once more I took him into my mouth, cleaning him off.

I don’t know how long I was there. All I know is he hardened right back up. Then he laid me out flat on my back on the deck before he fucked me again.

I cried out with joy as he filled me a second time with his spunk. I had a glorious orgasm feeling him add a second deposit deep in my pussy. Then we cuddled for a few minutes.

He finally pulled me to my feet. Then he had me sit on the edge of his boat. That’s when he went back to a locker and pulled out a length of rope along with a cement block with a metal half-ring embedded in it.

I gasped as he tied one end to my ankles. Then he looped the other through the block, securing it as well. “Ok, Ophelia,” he told me with a smile. “This is where you get off my boat.”

I felt an erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been so scared and so aroused at the same time. I just calmly turned myself around until I was sitting on the edge of the boat facing my destiny.

He set the block down on the edge of the boat right next to me. Then he left me there for a long moment to compose my final thoughts. My chest was heaving from fear and arousal.

My pussy was leaking his cum and my fluids onto the edge of his boat as I sat there quivering. I was wet as hell and trembling like a leaf. A part of me thought this was as far as he was going to take it. But another part of me stiffened as I got ready to drown for him.

“You’ve been great, Ophelia,” he told me from behind. I could hear the smile in his voice. Then he gave me a good, hard shove in the back.

I cried out as I went into the water with a splash. I came up treading water with my hands since I could only dolphin kick with my legs. I thought about freeing myself from the block. But what good would it have done? I was clear out here in the middle of nowhere.

I saw him at the side of his boat. He was naked, his cock nice and hard as he stroked it for me. Then he started to push on the little cement block.

I don’t even know what made me say it. I just gave him a knowing smile as I told him, “Go right ahead, lover. Send me to Davy Jones’ locker.”

I don’t know what I was more of when he pushed it off the side of his boat: horrified or excited. The block hit with a splash and sank from view, taking the rope with it. The last I saw, he was stroking his cock as the rope tensed up and jerked me under, causing me to let out an abrupt cry of bubbles.

My arms were free as I descended to the depths. I clawed for the surface before I was overcome by an explosion of white, hot pleasure. Then I was cumming and drowning, losing huge bursts of bubbles.

I twisted and jerked as my arms flailed like crazy. It hurt like hell as I was pulled to the depths. But the salt water made me last a little while longer. I actually felt my internal orgasms dying as another orgasm fully enveloped me before oblivion finally claimed me.

I have no idea what it was like at the surface for him during my final moments. I like to imagine he jerked himself off as he watched all those drowning bubbles come up. I hope he shot one last load over the side of the boat as a salute to my drowning performance…

2018 (Apr 26 ’18)

(Inspired by the picture I found.)

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Priyamani is hanged by her boyfriend 4.3 (6)

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Priyamani? I do not wish it as I love you very much.”

“My parents have forbidden our marriage, Naveen. I am betrothed to Pranay, but I do not love him.”

“We could always run away together.”

“A life on the run is no life, Naveen. Your affection for me can only bring us both pain. I cannot live my life with Pranay, but I do not want to live without you. This is the only way.”

“Please don’t make me do this, Priyamani.”

“Do it for me. Allow me this last opportunity to please you with a special dance. The rope I have provided should be thick enough to grant me the time I will need to perform for you.”

“It will be agony for you, Priyamani.”

“No. It will be sweet ecstasy as I give my life for your pleasure. Afterwards I have but one request.”

“What is that, Priyamani?”

“Make love to my corpse while it is still warm and dangling.”

“Priyamani, that would be wrong.”

“I want to feel you inside me one last time.”

“The dead cannot feel, Priyamani.”

“Somehow I will feel it from the beyond. Please, my love. Do this for me. Do it quickly as I have made arrangements for my family to find me here after you are gone.”

She took the small length of rope and brought it behind her back, pulling on the slip knot to tighten it around her wrists herself. “Now bring the noose down, my love. Cinch it tightly.”

With trembling hands he brought the white coiled noose down and looped it around her neck. She let out a sigh that sounded to him as a woman in rapture. Was she this in love with him?

He nuzzled her neck as she moaned softly. “Now help me onto the stool. Help me up and then tie off the rope where I showed you. They will know I was able to secure it there of my own free will.”

He helped her step onto the three legged stool that stood her a couple feet off the ground. She gasped as she wobbled on her bare feet. Then she saw him hesitate.

“Quickly! Tie it off quickly!”

He went over and secured the end of the rope, making sure it was tight around her neck. “Well done, Naveen. I will not fall far. This way I will give you a fine dance.”

He came back over to her as she stood there trembling. “Touch me, Naveen. Touch me as a lover.” So he reached out and began touching and caressing her through the dress she wore with the strap around her neck holding it in place.

“Feel how wet I am getting for you, my love.” So he lifted up her dress and felt her crotch. It was uncovered and was truly damp.

He fingered her, causing her to writhe and moan. “Goodbye, my love,” she breathed softly. Then she kicked the stool over.

She did not fall far as the rope pulled her up short. But her face revealed the unexpected agony of the noose around her neck. Almost immediately her arms began jerking behind her back as though to free herself.

She began to kick and twist, her eyes starting to bulge. Drool appeared on the tip of her tongue. She jerked and pedaled, her face a mask of pain as she fought for each breath.

Her dance was unrefined; her legs kicked everywhere. That’s what made it all the more erotic. Naveen found it strange that he loved her even more now that she was kicking and strangling for him.

She rasped and gurgled as he thought about her last request. Slowly he removed his pants, revealing his erection. He could not tell if she saw it and welcomed it or if it had even registered in her brain through her suffering.

She kicked and struggled until she slowed. He stepped up to her and lifted her dress. Then he pushed his cock up into her wet opening. Her clenching slit was well lubricated as it welcomed him.

Was she trying to give him pleasure? He could not be certain. She was certainly squeezing as she had done so many times before.

Her face turned red and then took on a bluish tint. Her neck seemed to lengthen her eyes became glassy as though she was no longer seeing. Surely she was fading rapidly.

She continued to clench as he thrust in and out of her. Her body twitched and jerked as stray muscles fired. Then she grew still.

He finished thrusting in and out of her until he experienced a release. He pulled out just in time as her bladder released a few moments later. Then he pulled his pants back up before stepping back to observe her.

She hung quietly, the rope creaking as she gently twisted in place. There was a faraway look in her lifeless eyes. Had she indeed felt his discharge inside her? He decided he would accept it as a last fond memory of their time together. Then he left as per their agreement so her family would find she had hanged herself in direct opposition of their wishes for her to marry Pranay.

2018 (written Aug 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip made by ramharraja2001)

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Frank gets out again 2.8 (4)

A bonus story for the month of October.

Sometimes good help is so hard to find. All I know is the door was open and he was gone.

I hollered out, “All right! Who let Frank out of his confinement?”

Igor came rushing up in alarm. “Is he gone?” The open door should have been a dead giveaway.

“See for yourself,” I responded sarcastically, motioning with my hand.

He looked inside and gasped in alarm as he blurted out, “Where did he go?” Then he looked at me as though I might take a swing at him for messing up again. But there was no point in doing that. Frank was gone.

“I didn’t know he got out.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I sighed as I pulled up my iPad and activated the tracking system.

I blurted out an obscenity when I saw he was out of the compound. Worse, he was heading toward the edge of civilization. This was not good.

I was concerned about sending out Igor to bring him back. That might only add insult to injury with both of them out there. It was better to do this myself.

“I’ll be out in the truck!” I declared as I raced for the door.

I headed outside, got into the truck and then took off after my wayward creation. Naturally he was cutting across the countryside whilst I had to follow the roads. I was afraid he was going to get into trouble before I could reel him in.

I drove as fast as I could, keeping a careful eye on the beeping tracker. It looked like he was approaching a home. I swore under my breath imagining him coming in contact with someone. That was all I needed!

I drove in the direction of the signal, following a road that badly needed work. I bounced off a few ruts until I parked at the edge of a subdivision. Then I got out, racing toward the home in question.

I heard a nearby scream, causing me to race around back. When I rounded the corner I located my errant Frankenstein. He’d definitely gotten himself into trouble again.

He had a woman by the neck, an attractive young thing in a skimpy white bikini with red lacing. In fact he was lifting her up by the throat, squeezing dangerously. She kicked and struggled, attempting a cry of terror that came out as a gurgle.

“Frank; put her down!”

He heard my voice and turned to see me, still holding her up in the air. Her feet fluttered a couple feet off the ground. Her face had turned a disturbing shade of red.

“I said ‘put her down’, Frank!” He seemed to understand as he slowly lowered her.

“Now let her go! That’s a good monster!”

He released his grip on her neck. She collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for breath. It had been a very near thing.

“Bad monster!” I scolded him. He looked downward as though understanding he was guilty of something.

“Are you ok, Miss?” I asked as I helped her to her feet. She nodded, rubbing her neck as she tried to speak.

“I’m sorry. He got out while no one seemed to be paying any attention.”

“You let him out??”

“No, Miss. I said ‘he got out’.”

“He could have killed me!” Then she grabbed my neck and started choking me as she repeated, “He could have killed me – he could have killed me!”

Frank responded instinctively. He pulled her away from me before grabbing her by the neck again. Then once more he lifted her up into the air as he started choking her.

“Frank, you’d better…” Then I went silent. After all, I did need a female brain as well as a few internal organs.

She rasped and gurgled as she helplessly kicked her feet. I saw her face turn red again. Then he seemed to become aware of me standing there right next to him.

He grunted as though questioning me. “Yes, Frank, we need her organs and her brain. Go right ahead.”

She looked at me in horror as though she’d heard and understood me. Then Frank squeezed harder. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes bugged out, her feet fluttering off the ground.

She suddenly went limp in his grasp. A stream of urine trickled down her legs. Then I nodded at Frank with a smile.

“The truck is right around the corner. Please bring her along, Frank. I won’t punish you this time for getting out.”

He grunted with a happy smile as though fully understanding. Then he followed me as I headed back to the truck. When I turned to look, I saw he was still gripping her by the throat with his arms outstretched, her legs swaying back and forth with each step he took as he carried her in front of him. He looked so proud.

“Frank, you don’t have to carry her like… oh never mind…”

© 2017 (Jul 19 ‘17)

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Elizabeth goes on a boat ride 4.4 (8)

Elizabeth went down to the marina. She was eager to go out on a boat ride. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to make it happen.

She saw a couple of guys coming toward her along the dock. “Going out on your boat?” she asked with a smile, batting her eyelids their way.

“Why?” the older one asked. “Are you interested in going out with us?”

“I sure am. Would you be willing to take me?” Then she lustfully eyed them both before adding, “I’d really be grateful.”

“How grateful?” the younger one asked.

“Very grateful” and she licked her lips. The older one told her with that attitude she was more than welcome.

They boarded a nice pleasure boat and headed out of the harbor. Elizabeth promptly pulled off her top to show her appreciation. She was wearing a white bikini top that could not contain her large assets. And her red striped skirt was short enough to indicate there was more to her than met the eye.

They got a few miles out of the harbor before they shut off the motor. “How thankful are you?” the older one asked again. Elizabeth promptly removed her skirt, revealing a red polka dot thong. Then she removed her top, exposing her tits.

He took her out to the end of the boat. He smiled as he asked, “What’ll it be: sink, swim or suck?”

In response she helped pull down his shorts and underwear. Then she knelt before she started to suck. “Good choice,” the younger one told her. “It’s always a good idea to keep the Captain happy.”

The older man shoved his cock in her direction. She hungrily wolfed it down. Being out on the waves was making her horny.

The boat gently rocked as she moaned and sucked. She grabbed on, making sure she could get it all into her mouth. A boat ride and a mouthful of cum was just what the doctor had ordered on a sunny spring day.

She spent several minutes attending to the Captain’s cock. She loved the way it pulsed in her mouth. The smell of the ocean and the breeze on her nipples was making her randy.

He smiled as he told the younger man what a talented mouth she had. She just grinned. Then she eyed him as though he would be next.

The Captain began to gasp and stiffen. His cock twitched between her lips as his balls swelled. Then he cried out his release.

Elizabeth dutifully swallowed it all down. Then she lovingly sucked him clean. She was still horny. Besides, there was another cock to take care of.

“Permission to suck, uh…”

“He’s my first mate,” the Captain told her.

“Permission to suck your first mate, Captain?”

“Permission granted.”

He’d already removed his shirt when she got back inside and went over to him. She began working his belt, eager to take it off. She wanted to see what he was working with.

He sat down on a spot behind the wheel. Elizabeth promptly went to work sucking his dick. It was just as tasty as the Captain’s.

After a while Elizabeth was tired of sucking. She wanted the first mate’s cock in a location much more intimate. So she finished getting naked before they went to the back of the boat where she climbed on and rode him reverse cowgirl.

She gasped and moaned at the pleasure she was receiving. The way the boat rocked on the waves further enflamed her passions. The first mate was really enjoying himself.

After a while the Captain suggested they were at the rear of the craft so his first mate should check her “rear” as well. Elizabeth was only too happy to agree. She turned around and bent over as he thrust into her anal orifice.

“How is she, boy?” the Captain asked.

“Nice and tight, sir,” he replied with a grin. Elizabeth moaned over how good it felt.

He fucked her like that for several minutes. Then he turned her over and fucked her on her back. Elizabeth lifted up her legs, enjoying the shafting she was getting.

When they were finished fucking the Captain came over. He had some padlocks and chains in his hands. He was all smiles.

“Just for that you get a special reward, honey.” Then he and the first mate chained her ankles together. When they were done they padlocked the chains to a small metal anchor.

“What’s this?” she asked, no longer feeling as certain of her situation as before.

“You’ll find out,” the Captain told her with a smile. Then her arms were chained in front of her before a second padlock was added.

They carried her over to the side of the boat. “For being such a good whore, I’m giving you the keys to both padlocks.” The Captain put them into the hands of the startled woman. Then they pushed her off the side of the boat.

She let out a cry before she was swallowed up in the gentle waves. Then she began to be pulled down. She was so astonished that she lost her grip on the keys in her hands.

The anchor pulled her downward as she struggled and thrashed about. Then she coughed her breath away. Elizabeth swallowed a massive amount of water which immediately triggered a set of intense convulsions.

Up at the surface the Captain and first mate looked down into the water. A few bubbles came up, marking where she’d gone down. Then more bubbles came flushing to the surface.

“You think she got those padlocks open, Captain?”

“I don’t know. We’ll give her another minute or two just to be on the safe side.”

Down in the water Elizabeth continued to be dragged to the bottom. She kept hitching and gurgling, almost bending over from each convulsion. Then her struggles lessened as the anchor continued to pull her down.

Up at the surface the Captain checked his watch. “I don’t think she’s coming back up. It’s been three minutes. Shame really. She was quite the slut.” Then they started the motor before turning the boat around and heading back to shore.

(May 10 2019) (Inspired by pictures from CaptainStabbin.com.)

 

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Gambling your life away (Part 5) 4.4 (12)

Part V

Dorothy hesitated long enough for the attendant to come over and begin assisting her. Perhaps she was numb from having just witnessed the deaths of her sisters. Now she was about to join them.

“There – there,” Monique said as she got the young woman out of her clothes. “At least you got to witness some exciting executions. Now you’ll get to experience our entertainment stage for yourself.”

“Well said, my dear,” the club co-owner remarked with a smile to his attendant.

“Not at all, Mr. Rick. You’ve been more than gracious with your guests. Hasn’t he, miss? After all, he could have executed your sisters without a moment’s thought. The fact he allowed you to gamble for their lives shows how generous he is, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I… I don’t… I s-suppose…”

Dorothy blushed as she ended up standing there completely naked. The club co-owner reached under the table and pulled out a length of rope. He handed it to his attendant as he remarked, “I suppose it would only be proper if the condemned was led out with her hands tied behind her back. Don’t you think so?”

“I agree, Mr. Rick. It puts her in her proper role. Hold still, miss, while I secure your wrists behind your back.”

“R-right now?? You’re going to t-take me out and hang me right NOW??”

“I see no point in delaying the inevitable. I’ve certainly enjoyed our time together. I thought you and your sisters were going to take some money from me before your visit with us concluded. But now it’s time for you to pay the piper, so to speak.”

“But what about my sisters??”

“We’ll save their heads, of course. Their meat will be prepared for our guests. But rest assured, we’ll make sure some can be shipped to your parents once you give us their address.”

“I, uh… maybe you shouldn’t… daddy might have a coronary…”

“I can understand your hesitation miss.”

“There,” Monique declared as she finished with a flourish. “All set, Mr. Rick.”

“I’ve already alerted the Entertainment stage. There should be a nice crowd waiting for us. Shall we go, miss?”

“Right now? You mean… like this??”

“You’re going to hang naked on the stage,” Monique told her with a smile. “There’s no reason for you to wear anything else before we get there, not unless Mr. Rick suggests otherwise.”

The attendant looked at the club co-owner who smiled back at her. “Quite correct, my dear. There’s no need to cover such a fine body. Besides, anyone still loitering around the machines might be curious to see what kind of a fine female specimen we’ll be hanging up onstage.” Then he motioned grandly at the door. “Shall we proceed?”

Dorothy nearly wet herself as Monique grabbed an arm and steered her toward the door. She paused long enough to get one last look at her three dead sisters. It still seemed so surreal.

The look on Zilpha’s severed skull seemed to be one of surprise. Emily’s naked body looked singed in the chair, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Winifred drifted up and down in the drowning tank, her eyes staring vacantly as her mouth gaped open from the horror of her drowning. A solitary bubble slipped out of her mouth. Then Dorothy was escorted out of the room, those images forever burned in her brain.

Being led naked through the club was more humiliating than she could have possibly imagined. Many of the gamblers paused to take a good look at her. She almost wet herself as she struggled to control her bladder.

What was it going to feel like to hang to death? Her nipples grew hard, her pussy moist as she thought about it. It was a helpful distraction as so many eyes kept gazing at her nakedness.

Dorothy was embarrassed beyond belief. She was also filled with a horrific arousal. They were actually going to hang her now!

There was a red glow up in the ceiling. It caused some of the gamblers to murmur to each other. Others were too focused on their gambling to notice. But there was enough interest that Dorothy’s escort turned into a small parade as it wound its way through the casino.

They rounded a corner and saw the Entertainment stage with its many implements of execution. A crowd had already gathered, most of them staring at her to see who was going up onstage. Dorothy blushed again at so many eyes studying her quivering, naked body.

There were more murmurs and bits of conversation. Dorothy could hear some of them talking about her. “Is that the one they’re going to hang?”  “She looks lovely!”  “Damn, they’re hanging her? She’s going to look great in the noose!”  “Wow, what a sexy hanging victim!”

Dorothy was taken to the steps leading up to the Entertainment stage. That’s when she saw the noose and the little gallows platform. She let out a gasp and then promptly wet herself.

Mr. Rick stepped out of the way to allow Monique to do her job. She escorted Dorothy up the steps, urging her to watch her step. They wanted a slow hanging, not an accidental broken neck.

The attendant had served at many such executions before and had learned to work the crowd. So she stopped Dorothy in front of the gallows, turning her to face the spectators. The young woman saw all those eyes on her and grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing in a heap.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. We have a special treat for you. Earlier tonight we had four sisters gamble in a private room with our club co-owner. This is the last surviving sister.”

“Each one gambled and lost in several games of chance. I want to assure you there will be video of each death available to you before you leave the club tonight. These deaths include a beheading, death by electrocution, and a drowning. So there should be something fun to fit your specific tastes.”

Her words generated several murmurs of interest. There appeared to be some curiosity over who had been executed. Dorothy felt all eyes upon her and wished she could hide behind the attendant.

“Here we have the last sister. She will be soon be dancing on our gallows for your viewing pleasure. Ladies and gentlemen, please give her a nice round of applause.”

The spectators cheered and applauded. Some sounded eager to watch her hang. Dorothy blushed as she stood there, humiliated beyond belief.

“Our club co-owner has been most gracious serving as host to these lovely sisters. He gave the ladies a sporting chance even after they had lost. But when the last sister had gambled her life away, he could only think of sharing the spoils with the rest of the Club by hanging her out here on the Entertainment stage. Let’s give him a nice round of applause. Ladies and gentlemen… Mr. Rick!”

Monique motioned at him as the spectators cheered and applauded. Mr. Rick acknowledged all the attention with a nod and an embarrassed smile. Dorothy squirmed on the stage as she died of embarrassment at standing there nude, almost wishing they would just get on with it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Rick’s thoughts were only of the welfare of the sisters even as they were losing. And his thoughts were only of the entertainment value to you, our cherished guests here at our fair Club. So I’d like him to come up here to receive a special reward. “Come on up, Mr. Rick.”

The spectators clapped again as he tried to give her a dismissive wave. But she kept waving for him to come join her up on the stage. The cheers got louder as he climbed the steps and stood next to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely young lady here has gambled her life away. Mr. Rick has condemned her to hang. Don’t you think she should show her gratitude for his kindness and generosity by sucking his dick?”

The room exploded in cheers and applause. Mr. Rick blushed as he lowered his head in embarrassment. Dorothy was humiliated over the way she was now required to service the club co-owner before her hanging.

Monique forced the naked young lady to kneel right in front of Mr. Rick. He smiled with embarrassment as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, bringing out a noticeable erection. The cheers grew louder as the attendant made the young woman take his cock between her lips.

Monique forced Dorothy to suck until she began to bob her head on her own. The young woman was utterly humiliated. Everyone cheered her effort as she was filled with shame as well as a perverse arousal.

Some of the audience began to chant, “Suck – suck – suck – SUCK!” Other voices cried out for him to gag her. Monique smiled at her employer as Mr. Rick took Dorothy’s head and thrust harder into her mouth, much to the delight of the gathered spectators.

Dorothy was flush with arousal and humiliation. She could feel her bladder wanting to give way again. She could hardly believe she was going to be hanged as soon as she obtained a mouthful of cum.

The co-owner began to grunt as he thrust harder. Dorothy felt excited yet embarrassed that her oral skills had not diminished. A moment later her head was grabbed as her face was fucked hard.

The crowd cheered as she got one… two… three spurts in her mouth. Then he pulled out. The spectators roared as a big glob of spunk splattered her cheeks, almost getting into her eye.

Monique smiled at her employer. Mr. Rick quickly zipped back up before thanking both her and Dorothy for the release. Then the attendant helped the young woman back onto her feet.

Mr. Rick descended the steps as Dorothy was escorted up onto the gallows platform. She was red-faced from the spunk clinging to her face. She wondered what her sisters would think if they could only see her now. Maybe they were looking down on her from the afterlife, laughing their asses off.

Monique efficiently noosed Dorothy up, making sure the knot was secured behind her left ear. The young woman panted for breath. That’s when the crowd began cheering for her hanging. And that’s when Dorothy wet herself again.

A male voice in the audience cried out, “Hang the sexy bitch!” Others took up the cry. That’s when Monique smiled as she grabbed the lever.

She told Dorothy, “I hope you and your sisters enjoyed our fine Club. Too bad about your rotten luck. I hope you’ll put on a wonderful show for Mr. Rick and our valued clients.” Then she pulled the lever.

Dorothy let out a cry that was instantly cut off the moment the floor dropped away and the noose tightened around her throat. She didn’t fall very far, but it was enough. The noose tightened as her feet began flying every which way from the sudden strain on her neck. Then her knees came together as she started humping and fucking the air, squirting her orgasm for all to see.

There were cheers and wild applause at such an erotic display. Then she began her dance. It was lewd and uncoordinated as she jerked in the noose, fighting against the coil that tightened around her throat.

She rasped and gurgled as her body fought to live. Then she got a brief image of her sister Zilpha losing her head. It made her wonder if the poor thing had gotten off lucky being beheaded so quickly.

Her arms jerked upward behind her back as her toes cocked and curled. She threw her chest out as though wanting the entire room to see how hard her nipples had become. Her breasts bounced wildly as her legs kicked every which way.

Dorothy wanted the pain to end. But Monique had used a thicker noose on her. She was still getting a little air, enough to make the experience all the more agonizing since she couldn’t get a full breath.

Her legs flew outward, setting her to swinging back and forth. Dorothy was conscious enough that she tried really hard not to put on such a wild display. But she no longer had control of her motor functions as her body fought to live.

The humiliation of hanging naked swelled within her again. Her body wanted another release. A moment later she began thrusting her hips forward as though fucking the air until another orgasm washed warmly through her body.

Dorothy tried one last time to jerk her arms around behind her back as her feet stretched for a floor that was well out of reach. She jerked a couple of times as though trying to shed her noose. Then the fight seemed to evaporate right out of her.

She tiredly swung back and forth as though trying to conserve what little energy she had left. Stray muscles made her legs twitch. Her eyes felt like they were bugging out as her tongue began to protrude between her lips.

Monique waved for the club co-owner to come back up on stage. Mr. Rick shook his head, but she was not to be deterred. He finally took the steps and joined her to the cheers of the spectators.

Monique waved for him to have fun examining the body. Mr. Rick began pawing Dorothy’s naked flesh as she twitched and shuddered. He cupped her breasts and fingered her swollen nipples, much to the delight of those in attendance.

Monique whispered something into his ear. In response he reached down and stuck a couple fingers up Dorothy’s twitching twat, generating hoots of glee from the audience. There was still a little clenching going on.

Attendant and co-owner pawed and fondled the body until the noose completely closed off Dorothy’s windpipe. She shuddered as her bladder gave way one last time, allowing a trickle of urine down her legs. Her heart slowed as they groped and pawed her until it finally stopped beating.

Monique and Mr. Rick noticed Dorothy wasn’t with them anymore. So they stepped aside to allow the spectators a good, long look at her naked body as she dangled there. Monique loudly thanked them for enjoying Dorothy’s performance and for coming to the Club. Then they began to disperse, talking among themselves how good it had been.

Mr. Rick gave instructions to leave her up for an hour barring any future need of the gallows for the night. Then he instructed Monique to make sure all the skulls were gathered before the bodies were sent down to the kitchen. He thought the heads of the four sisters would make for a nice display.

He wanted a little tableau to describe their visit and what had occurred during their brief stay with the Club. That way they could serve as a warning for people to be careful not to gamble their lives away without fully understanding the risks. Then he thanked Monique for her service before the two parted for the evening.

2019 (written for Dorothy Mar 4 ’19 by riwa)

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Kill the bitch (A Revy fanfiction) 3.7 (3)

She hadn’t counted on being told to go kill another woman. But Revy wasn’t no ordinary woman. She was a mercenary whose reputation had spread throughout the city.

Diane had learned Revy was deadly with a pair of Berettas in shoulder holsters. Apparently the young woman had no conscience whatsoever. She would kill at the drop of a hat, and she had a temper to match. Together it made for a dangerous combination.

Diane had accepted the assignment and had set out to find the woman. But finding her and surviving the encounter made her extra careful. After all, she’d been told the woman had an itchy trigger finger.

She finally caught up with the deadly mercenary at the sight of one of her hits. Revy roared in on her motorcycle, killed half a dozen men and then roared away. Two of the men had been unarmed, but the bitch hadn’t cared, simply shooting them both at point-blank range.

As it turned out, Diane just happened to be there to witness it. Seeing Revy in action was quite the education. Fortunately she had stayed hidden or she might have drawn a little fire in her direction. Still, the lethal mercenary had left several dead bodies in her wake.

Diane picked up the assassin’s trail and followed her to an apartment complex on the corner of Sherwood and Elm. There was another apartment building on the opposite corner. Diane picked out the room she wanted, “convinced” the tenants that moving out would be a wise decision, and then put in an application for a short lease.

She moved in with very few personal items. She only needed a bed, some clothes and a pair of binoculars to watch the apartment across the street. The place that needed watching was on the corner on the second floor with three handy windows to look inside.

One evening she saw the lights come on across the street. The lethal mercenary was back. The blinds had been left up so she had a clear view inside. Apparently the hitwoman did not expect anyone to be looking in on her, certainly not if they knew what was good for them.

That first night she learned Revy was a heavy smoker and drinker. The assassin didn’t do much other than watch a little TV. Diane suspected this was going to be a boring stakeout until her opportunity to take the woman out finally presented itself.

It was on the second night that she began to get an education. She watched through a window as Revy went into the bathroom to strip. Diane took in the toned legs, the tight abs and firm breasts. She was dealing with a woman who was in much better shape than she’d anticipated. She would have to be careful.

Diane watched through the uncovered window that gave her a direct view into the bathroom. She was surprised the way the mercenary seemed not to care whether or not anyone might be looking in through the open windows. Perhaps those who had tried in the past had ended up regretting it.

She saw Revy peeing on the toilet with a cigarette in her hand, a rather intimate thing to be witnessing. Then the assassin stood up and went into the shower. She took a razor with her and began scraping off what little hair was visible in her crotch.

Diane was more than a little surprised. This woman actually took care of her lady-parts? Was the appearance of her vagina that important to her??

When the shaving was done, Revy came out of the bathroom and retired to her bed. But she didn’t bother putting anything on. It seemed she slept nude. But this night Diane discovered Revy wasn’t the least bit interested in sleeping.

She watched in surprise as the toned young woman began touching herself, swirling her nub with a finger. Now this was interesting! She’d heard a report of a shooting over by the docks earlier in the day and had assumed it was her handiwork. Was she now actually getting herself off after what had been a successful kill? Had she no conscience whatsoever??

She observed as the lethal mercenary continued to touch herself. It wasn’t long until she saw the woman’s labia become swollen from the attention, her pussy beginning to glisten with moisture. Revy rubbed harder and faster until she tipped her head back, her body quaking. Damn, was the deadly assassin actually experiencing an orgasm??

“The fucking slut,” Diane murmured to herself as she watched with her binoculars. “So she likes to masturbate, does she? Since that was probably her work down at the docks, does this mean she likes to come home and get off after a successful kill?”

She found herself getting aroused watching the mercenary masturbate. Then she got disgusted with herself for becoming so turned on. She’d seen enough for one night; it was time to get some shut-eye. Besides, she was expecting a call in a few days to authorize the hit. Then she would be done with her once and for all.

There wasn’t much activity the next day. Revy went out and returned with Chinese takeout. She spent much of the day smoking, drinking and relaxing. But that evening the assassin masturbated again. What the hell??

The third day Diane tailed her to a bar. She seemed to be well known there. But even among the people she knew, her temper was not moderated. In fact she almost came to blows with someone.

Diane followed her back to the apartment, watching from a discreet distance as she took some guy home with her. He seemed to be an acquaintance of hers. Diane thought this might prove to be interesting.

She got home, got her binoculars and looked across the street. The blinds were still open. She had visible access to what was going on inside.

The man in the apartment smoked and drank with the deadly assassin as though they knew each other. For a moment Diane thought there was a brief flare-up as though he’d said something that had angered his companion. Then she took him by the front of his white shirt, slammed him up against the wall and kissed him hard. Now that was interesting!

She watched curiously as the mercenary allowed the man to undress her. There were a few scars Diane hadn’t noticed the day before, although a couple of wounds appeared to blend right in with those tattoos she’d seen earlier. But the breasts were still nice and firm, the stomach toned and lean.

She watched Revy get undressed before roughly jamming the male’s face into her crotch. So she was making him eat her out, eh? Diane noticed right away how the mercenary seemed to be running the show concerning their sexual encounter.

It wasn’t long before he appeared to have given her an orgasm from licking her out. Only then did she allow him to strip. She laid him flat on the bed and stripped him of his pants until his cock stood erect. Then she climbed aboard and rode him, crying out until she appeared to have another orgasm.

Diane found herself getting aroused again watching the amateur porn taking place right across the street through the uncovered windows. She had no idea the lethal mercenary over there liked having so much sexual pleasure. First it was masturbating… and now it was outright fucking. Apparently the slut enjoyed other pleasures besides killing.

Diane watched for a while before she found herself becoming horny again. There was no point watching them have sex and getting aroused by it. She finally put down her binoculars and went to bed. But her mind was on the couple having sex in the apartment across the street as she drifted off to sleep.

There was very little activity the next day. That evening Diane watched as Revy smoked and drank again. She also saw the assassin strip out of her clothes, lie on the bed with the pillow between her thighs and hump the damned thing. Hell, was there anything that lethal bitch wouldn’t fuck??

The apartment appeared easy to enter. Getting in shouldn’t be too hard. If she wasn’t seen, she might be able to slip into that corner apartment, get in and make her kill, and then get out before anyone was the wiser.

She watched the other inhabitants of the building come and go to learn the best time when to slip inside. When Revy wasn’t there or was not on assignment she could usually be found at that bar with those same familiar faces. Diane was starting to pick up on her habits… starting to develop a plan of attack.

On the sixth day there was another killing. Revy’s handprints were all over it. Afterwards Diane followed her home from a safe distance.

That night Revy took a shower, razored her pussy again, and then retired to her bed. She pulled out a toy she started using. It looked like some sort of vibrating dildo.

Diane couldn’t believe it. Did that bitch need to cum again after taking another life earlier that day? What a fucking slut!

The next day three more men bought it down at a warehouse. The murders reeked of Revy’s handiwork. Diane hadn’t seen it happen, but she’d seen Revy in the vicinity on that motorbike of hers.

She followed her home where that female she’d seen at the bar showed up. At first it looked like there was some sort of argument until it appeared the two were going to come to blows. Then Revy slammed her companion against the wall and started kissing her.

Diane watched with interest, quietly muttering, “Is she drunk? What the hell? She fights and then she wants to make out? Who is this slut??”

The two women stripped out of their clothes. Then there appeared to be another minor conflict over something. She watched as Revy finally forced the woman’s head into her crotch.

They settled down as Diane observed some female sex. Damn! That horny mercenary didn’t seem to care with who or what she fucked! Male or female, dildo or pillow, none of it made any difference!

Diane found herself getting horny again. Revy did have a nice body. Hell, if she wasn’t so dangerous and unpredictable, she might have been interested in a nice little hookup. But here she was – staring across the street like a voyeur while waiting for word to kill the mercenary.

Diane was getting horny again. So she went to bed and rubbed herself until she fell asleep. She was starting to get jealous of all that pleasure that assassin seemed to be enjoying every damn night… and now it was starting to piss her off.

The next day Diane got word: kill the fucking bitch. She decided she would make her move that night if it were possible. But there were too many bodies going in and coming out. So she put it off until a better time.

The next day she tailed Revy to a business, just to see if an opportunity might present itself. But shots rang out before Revy came rushing out, hopping onto her motorbike and speeding off. Diane paused long enough to observe two more males had bought the farm, courtesy of that murderous slut.

That night she went back to her leased room and prepared to go over. But she had to wait until Revy showed up. Apparently the bitch was hanging out at that bar with those friends of hers, no doubt regaling them with her murderous exploits.

Diane watched as the slut finally came home, noting she was alone. But there was a little too much activity going in and out of the building. She hesitated to make a move.

She got out her binoculars and witnessed Revy smoking and drinking once more. Then she saw the lethal assassin taking all her clothes off. Fuck, was she horny again?

Had killing those two at that business made her horny? Did it turn her on taking the life of another? Apparently she hadn’t had any luck bringing someone home from the bar to fuck. So it looked like she was going to take care of it herself.

She watched Revy strip down, stretch out on the bed and begin to masturbate again. Her vagina was soon glistening, her labia becoming red and swollen. Diane watched as the young woman worked herself up into a lather. Damn, she was starting to get aroused again watching the little slut!

How many times had it been this past week? How often did the bitch play with herself? How many years had she been getting off like that every damned night? Didn’t this mercenary ever give her kitty a rest??

She watched as Revy rolled over and put her pillow between her legs. “Time to fuck the bed linen, I see,” Diane muttered to herself. Perhaps now was a good time to go over while the unsuspecting woman was flat on her stomach humping her pillow.

She was just about to walk out the door when her cellphone rang. She picked it up and heard the voice of the crime boss who had ordered the hit. Only now he was putting a hold on it.

Diane was astonished… “What the fuck?? Now you don’t want me to kill her??”

“I’m going to hire her… give her a chance to work for me instead.”

“I thought you wanted the bitch dead!”

“Not if I can get her to work for me against the other crime bosses.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?? I just finished learning her routine and was about to go put one right between her eyes!”

“Don’t kill her! I may have a job for her. She’s damn good at what she does! She’s left a trail of bodies in her wake!”

“So what do I do now? Do I pack up and go home? You still owe me for my surveillance work!”

“I want you to stay there and keep an eye on her. If this doesn’t work out, I’m going to want her dead pretty damn quick!”

“How long will this take before you know one way or the other?”

“Two weeks. Maybe longer.”

“What?? You want me to watch her fuck and masturbate for two more weeks??”

“What the hell are you talking about??”

“Nothing! Shit! So you want me to stay put and watch her?”

“That’s right.”

“This is gonna cost you extra.”

“I’ll pay it. Just stay put. I’ll be in touch.” Then the line went dead.

Diane was pissed. “You mean I have to watch that slut fuck and masturbate night after night for another two fucking weeks?? I’ll go stark raving mad!” Then she cursed as she threw her cell phone onto the bed.

She looked out the window and saw the mercenary fucking her pillow in the apartment across the street. “Enjoy it while you can, you fucking slut!” Diane growled in her direction. “I’ll wait as long as I have to. But sooner or later you’re going to make a mistake. Then I’m gonna give that pussy of yours a little lead poisoning!”

Diane bided her time. But it was galling looking out the window with the binoculars every night and seeing the slut either masturbating or fucking one of her two friends. And it was always the same two. She suspected the mercenary had more than a casual acquaintance with them both.

After another week had passed, she snuck over to case out the apartment. She managed to pick the lock and get inside. She figured she’d better take a closer look in case word came back from the boss that he’d changed his mind and wanted to put her down. And Diane had a funny feeling that was just what he was going to do.

The room smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. There were ashtrays lying around. Empty vodka and whiskey bottles littered the floor as though she couldn’t be bothered picking them up and disposing of them.

She checked the bathroom and found Revy’s shaving supplies for making her vagina pretty. Diane scowled at the contents. That bitch seemed to love her pretty pussy so damn much that apparently she had to play with it every single day!

She snorted at the feminine hygiene products. This slut was a murderer, not a woman. She just had the tits, ass and vagina of one. But in every other aspect she was cold, heartless and cruel. It was not a good combination one might seek out in a girlfriend.

She found Revy’s sexual playtoys and snorted in disgust. How many times had they gone in and out of that vagina? How long had the mercenary had them in her possession? Hell, as much as she masturbated, for all she knew the slut might have had them since all the way back to her teen years.

Diane decided she’d seen enough. The place smelled bad and she wanted to get out. She assumed Revy’s playmates were just as heavy smokers and drinkers as she was. So the smell probably didn’t bother them in the slightest.

She slipped out and snuck back to her apartment across the street. Now all she could do was wait and watch for any change in the mercenary’s habits. As for her boss changing his mind and wanting Revy to be put down? Well, Diane had a feeling that was going to happen sooner rather than later.

She wasn’t all that surprised when she got a call a couple of days later. But it wasn’t from the boss. It was from one of his lieutenants.

It seems Revy had accepted a contract from a rival crime syndicate and had just shot up the place. The boss had been shot and was now in the hospital under close supervision by several of his men. He was afraid Revy was going to come back and finish the job.

Diane told the caller she wasn’t a bit surprised. The lieutenant just cursed her as he told her the boss had naturally experienced a change of heart as to Revy’s position in the company. As of right this minute he wanted the bitch’s head on a platter… not the body; just the head.

“I figured hiring her was going to be a bad idea,” Diane told him with a wry smile.

“Shut up and kill the bitch, ok? And bring back her head! The boss wants her head!” Then the call was disconnected.

Diane nodded grimly. It was about fucking time. The wait was over. Tonight the bitch was going to die. In fact, she might not even get the chance to experience any last orgasms this evening…

Diane watched and waited. But the hour got late and the bitch hadn’t returned. Maybe she was still celebrating down at that bar.

She finally heard the motorbike pull up around ten pm. The slut was on it and she looked a little intoxicated. Diane waited until she got up to her apartment and turned on the lights to make sure it was her.

She looked through the window with the binoculars, watching as Revy got undressed and headed for the bathroom. Damn, was she going to shave again so she could play with her pussy in celebration? Diane figured if she got over there in time she just might get to put a stop to that.

She put down her binoculars, double-checked her weapon and then headed across the street. But there was foot traffic going in and out. She decided to try the back entrance to see if it was any less busy.

She slipped inside the building and made her way up to the second floor. There was no one in the hallway. She quickly made her way down to the end of the hall and the corner room. Then she started working on the door.

She listened intently. It sounded like the shower was running. With any luck she could catch her in the bathroom and put her down quick.

She heard voices coming up the stairs; she had to work fast. She picked the lock and quickly slipped inside. Her heart was beating fast; she had to calm herself down.

She listened intently, frowning when she noticed the shower had stopped. But Revy hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet. Diane drew her glock and advanced slowly.

She looked over and saw the shoulder holsters with both Berretas still in them sitting on the dresser. That didn’t mean Revy didn’t have access to another weapon where she was. But at least she had a better chance of taking her down without having to deal with any return gunfire.

She advanced carefully toward the bathroom, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. She could smell fresh cigarette smoke, could see a tendril coming out of the bathroom. She carefully peeked around the open door for a look.

Revy had a cigarette in one hand with her legs spread. It looked like she was getting started pleasuring herself by swirling her button using her fingers from the other hand. There was a dripping sound indicating she was still peeing.

The deadly assassin looked up at the same time Diane’s frame filled the doorway. She stiffened in alarm. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare, bitch.”

“Can you at least give me some fucking privacy first before you kill me?”

“Oh hell no.” And with that Diane grabbed Revy by an arm and swung her off the toilet.

She let out a cry… “HEY!” Then she bounced off the sink, losing her cigarette. A trail of urine indicated she hadn’t been able to stop peeing when she’d been flung around.

Revy roared with fury as she got up and charged. Diane grabbed an arm and slung her around. Revy bounced off a wall and collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

The mercenary was enraged, her pride wounded from being assaulted in such humiliating fashion. She tried to get up, only to get caught in the stomach by a booted foot. She collapsed on the floor, doubling over in agony.

“I hear you shot up the wrong boss today,” Diane sneered at her.

“It’s none of your damn business who I work for, shithead!” Revy was wincing when she said it. But she still sounded defiant.

She tried to rise up, only for Diane to grab an arm and fling her against the toilet. Revy let out a grunt as she bounced off the porcelain. Diane kicked her in the groin again, causing the mercenary to double over in pain.

“I’ve been waiting for this for weeks, bitch! You have no idea how satisfying this is!”

“I hope you… get your… fucking jollies!”

“Bitch!”

Diane grabbed an arm as Revy tried to rise to her feet. She was flung into the bedroom and bounced off the side of the bed. She let out a muffled grunt as the wind was knocked out of her.

“Have fun murdering people today? Did you finish shaving so you could play with your little vagina to celebrate your kills?”

“What do you… know about it… shithead?”

“Plenty!” and Diane grabbed an arm and flung her into a wall. Revy bounced off with a grunt, eyeing her Berettas. But they were well out of reach.

“No, you can’t have those,” Diane snarled as she kicked her in the stomach, seeing what Revy was looking at. Revy bent over and clutched at her tummy… “Fucking… shithead!”

“No, you’re the one who’s been doing all the fucking! When it’s not that guy or that girl I see you with, it’s you sticking your fingers in your pussy or sticking some damn toy in there! Disgusting!”

“What… do you know…?”

“I’ve been watching through the windows, asshole! Don’t you know what blinds are for? It’s so your disgusting masturbation sessions won’t be seen by anyone from across the fucking street!”

Diane kicked her again, this time right between her legs. Revy cried out in pain, wincing from the blow. “You’re going to fucking… pay for that, shithead!”

“You don’t get it, do you! Last night was your last masturbation session! No more orgasms for you, bitch… not after I get through with you!”

“Then fucking… get it over with!”

“No, I think I want to take a look at that pussy one last time before I put a slug in it. After all, you went to all the trouble of shaving for me, didn’t you?”

“Go to hell!” Then she screamed as Diane kicked her hard between her legs.

“Do you like that? Want another one? Or are you going to part your legs and show me your fucking pussy?”

“Bitch!” and Revy tried to kick out at her.

It was a totally futile gesture as she didn’t even come close. But another well placed kick from Diane hit her crotch just right. Revy cried out in agony… “All right; all right!”

She weakly spread her legs while lying on the floor so Diane could have a look. “There! Are you… fucking… satisfied?”

“What; are you fucking wet already? Are you horny again? I beat the shit out of you and it looks like you want to cum? What kind of assassin are you??”

“What the fuck… business is it… of yours?”

“Because I’ve been watching you for the past three weeks, asshole!” And with that Diane kicked her in the crotch again.

Revy let out a cry as she grabbed her crotch. But now she was too wounded and bruised to resist anymore. “Just fucking… finish me off already.”

“I’m gonna do more than that, bitch! I’m gonna do more than that!”

Diane grabbed a nearby vodka bottle and rammed the neck of it into Revy’s vagina. The wounded mercenary cried out from the pain and agony. “What the fuck?” she winced, her body aching all over.

“What? Doesn’t that feel good? I saw your toys, honey! You’ll stick anything up your pussy, won’t you?”

“Fucking… pervert!”

“Not as much as you are, I think. You even fuck the pillow, honey. Don’t you think you should take it out to dinner first… maybe a movie later if you’re going to use it just to satisfy your sexual needs?”

Revy winced, wanting to find the energy to spit out an obscenity. But she was hurt too bad. She wondered if she might have internal injuries because it sure hurt like hell.

She cried out again as Diane fucked her by ramming the neck of the bottle up her cunt. Her pussy squished as she winced and writhed. She couldn’t believe how bad it hurt.

“Hell, you have enough empties lying around in here, I’m surprised you didn’t use one of them as a sexual aid!”

“Go to… hell!”

“You first, bitch!”

The angry hitwoman kicked the end of the bottle, driving the neck deeper inside the wounded mercenary. There was a brief splatter of fluids as though Revy was squirting. Diane was astonished.

“What; are you having another orgasm?? Fucking bitch! I’ll put an end to that!”

She came around from behind, pulling Revy back against her. Then she pulled out a wicked looking dagger. “Boss wants your head, bitch. So I’m gonna give it to him. And I want you to feel it as I cut it off!”

With a slash she cut deeply through Revy’s neck. The mercenary gurgled as her body twitched and spasmed. Blood spilled everywhere, but Diane no longer cared.

“Just wait until… your friends get over here… and find you… with a bottle shoved up your twat!” She sliced with each pause of her words until she hit bone. One last slash and the head came off in her hand.

Revy’s body jerked as blood burbled up out of her severed neck. Her muscles twitched as though wondering what had happened to those signals coming in from the brain. She stared in horror, no longer able to blink her eyes or move her lips.

“Enjoy your last orgasm, bitch? I know I sure enjoyed giving it to you. How about a kiss?”

Diane kissed Revy’s head on the lips, tasting alcohol and cigarettes. She finally spit in her face. “Tastes like eating ashes out of an ashtray.”

Revy’s eyelids flickered. Then the light of life faded from her pupils. Her expression sagged as death finally claimed her.

Diane took the severed head, pulled the bottle out of the pussy and then pushed Revy’s lips to her labia. “How do you taste, bitch? Like how wet you are? Did you enjoy your last cum? I sure as hell hope so, because it’s the last one you’re ever going to feel.”

She pushed the neck of the bottle back inside the beheaded woman’s twat. She gave it a couple of good kicks with her booted foot just because. Then she went into the bathroom.

She cleaned up as fast as she could, unwilling to tarry too long lest the assassin’s friends might show up. Then she wrapped the head in a towel. She left Revy lying on the floor in a pool of blood, her legs parted with a vodka bottle shoved up her twat. Then she beat a hasty retreat.

The next day the boss got a special delivery up in his hospital room. He nearly cried out in shock when he opened a box and saw the severed head of the dead mercenary inside. With it came a note from Diane. All it said was…

WITH MY COMPLIMENTS!

© 2016 (written for “Revy” Dec 24 ’16 by riwa)

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