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Posted on September 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming October rewards
We’ll take care of that island cliffhanger I left behind (naughty me).
The start to a short club series called A Night to Remember.
Terrie meets her end (again – I seem to write about her a lot).
Curiosity killed the cat (poor, nosey Emma).
Decapping Dorothy with Mike Hunt renders.
Corinne and the Orc, an interesting hanging story.
Wedding night for the white top killer, inspired by some drawings.
Paola’s last tease.
Wendy has a drowning fan.

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

Mom is grateful I live close. We switch vehicles when we drive to town to help each other out. And we talk about what’s happening around the area. She had to have her roof repaired due to hail damage she got during the summer. Yesterday I stopped by for a half hour on my way home. We make sure not to overdose on each other. It makes our visits nice while leaving us to our space.

I went to the dermatologist yesterday. No new melanoma developments. That’s a good thing.

Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Jenna Scuba Bundle (reactivated 9-5-19)

7019 words – $4.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two scuba stories inspired by two scuba clips from MMPTV.

Jenna in Scuba Danger – Jenna thinks she can learn all there is to know about scuba by watching a five minute youtube clip. Seems she’s going to have to learn the hard way just how serious she should have taken it. (12 pages; 9 vidcaps)

Jenna’s Open Water Danger – “Margie” is a research scientist trying to help stem the deadly Ebola outbreak by investigating the viability of a particular plant that grows in a local spring. But it’s been 5 years since she did any free-diving. She must use her scuba gear but she fails to make sure it’s ready for use. (11 pages; 8 vidcaps)

Centerfold disposal (reactivated 9-5-19)

2118 – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another illustrated story inspired by one of JustPaul’s older animations. It seems Hef has a basement where he enjoys watching his centerfolds hold their breath. Misty and Serena are the latest to get to go down to see his gadgets. But don’t worry. Candy and Domino will make sure Hef gets his money’s worth when it comes to centerfold disposal as they hold their breath for him. (10 pages; 12 renders)

A cheating husband (plus bonus) (9-5-19)

10182 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of new stories, one inspired by a JustPaul animation.

A cheating husband – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But things take a turn when his wife seems to lose interest sexually. Will he be patient with her? Or will he gratify his desires elsewhere? (14 pages)

Sea of Lust – A woman has been eager to get out to the reef and get off in a submerged cavern. But she sees a male who apparently has the same thing in mind. Maybe there’s something in the water. A tale full of irony considering the story it follows, wouldn’t you agree? (18 pages; 29 render/vidcaps)

As a special bonus, the animated clip is included.

Shelly 1-2 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-21-19)

15725 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworking of the Shelly series, the first really long underwater story I ever worked on about a woman who loves to (drown) “bubble”.

In Chapter 1 I’m given a rather stimulating after-hours introduction to the woman who works there.

In Chapter 2 Shelly entices me to join her in some after-hours breath-holding games during my visit the following week, games that require the application of some rather interesting penalties for the loser. (26 pages)

Liquidating the PI – A short story about a female Private Investigator sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong and finds herself taking an unscheduled bath. It includes vidcap illustrations from a video clip that inspired the story. (8 pages)

Shelly 3-4 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-21-19)

25189 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworking of the Shelly series, the first really long underwater story I ever worked on about a woman who loves to (drown) “bubble”.

In Chapter 3 we finish the breath-holding games we started in Chapter 2. But Shelly wants me to be more aggressive with her and to use on her some of the items she brought out in her duffel bag. I’m even encouraged to put her mouth to good use. But I get a little carried away in the end and the night almost ends disastrously.

In Chapter 4 she comes looking for me because I haven’t been back to the pool out of shame. She finds me eating lunch with a couple of coworkers. She tells me the evening was wonderful. Then she springs this rather unusual request on me. (36 pages)

Kane’s Vendetta 4&5 – This continuation of the Kane saga finds Donna flying to Honolulu to check up on her friend after that disturbing phone call, only to arrive and learn the horrible truth. She contacts the radio station and tells Edy she is on her way and is instructed to pick up the agent waiting at the safe house.

In the next chapter the mole in the Agency gets Nicole alone and threatens to (strangle her) remove the breath from her body in a hogtied trap while she enjoys watching. (12 pages)

A cheating husband 2 (plus bonus) (9-20-19)

12261 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a continuation of a story about a couple on their honeymoon in the South Pacific. Included is an older South Pacific story.

A cheating husband 2 – William and Peyton are newlyweds honeymooning in Bora Bora. But Peyton is spending her time shopping with her friends. William spends his time enjoying the lagoon, including taking a scuba course and getting good service at the resort pool’s walk-up bar. (16 pages)

Searching for a Giant Clam – Amanda is in the south Pacific searching for a particular mollusk that will satisfy her desires. (9 pages)

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Choosing between Jasmine and Olivia 4.4 (5)

Posted on September 24, 2019 by riwa

Note: a fan asked me to choose who I would want to drown in a story between 22 different individuals based solely on their pictures. I hardly knew of any of these individuals. Just for fun I narrowed it down to two and then came up with this goofy way of deciding who to write a story about. Naturally no harm is intended to anyone. Consider it a fanfiction and a creative exercise on the theme I like to write about. At least he loved what I came up with.

Choosing between Jasmine and Olivia

I was finally down to my two finalists – Jasmine and Olivia. I was trying to decide who I would choose to be in a drowning story out of 22 original contestants. I’d eliminated a lot of promising ladies to reach these two. Now I was struggling to choose.

Olivia’s picture was the first one I’d seen. Her body type and cleavage had pretty much set the standard by which I would judge all others. Of course I had other reasons for making my eliminations. But I always kept Olivia in the back of my mind.

At first Jasmine’s original picture did not win her any points with me. But as I researched, I discovered she’d visited a Turkish bath, gotten into the water with a manta ray, and had even gotten into the mud in a bikini. This was a woman who’d been around and was willing to get dirty. As a result, it had kept her in the running while others had fallen by the wayside. And I liked her cleavage in her purple swimsuit.

I invited them to fly down to my private suite at a Resort in Sicily. I wanted to see them for myself just to see how serious they were about this competition. Imagine my dismay when they both expressed their reluctance to show up for an interview.

I was prepared to drop the competition entirely when I heard Jasmine had changed her mind and had decided to come. She flew all around the world for the stories she presented on TV. I guess in the end she saw no reason why she shouldn’t fly down to see me.

A few hours later I heard Olivia had changed her mind as well. I was told she was also flying down. So I decided to meet these two and decide for myself who would win and star in one of my stories.

They arrived together where they were instructed to change inside my large private suite. Then they were shown the backyard where I was lounging poolside. I got up and introduced myself before thanking them for coming.

Olivia was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit. She was showing a little cleavage, but not nearly as much as I had hoped to see. She filled her suit nicely; I had to give her that much.

Jasmine arrived in that same purple one-piece she’d worn to the Turkish bath in her report. I was not impressed with her lack of originality. Even though they were now in my presence I sensed their hearts were not into my contest.

I voiced my surprise at their appearance and then shared my disappointment at their choice of attire. They both gave me looks as though I was unimportant. Apparently I was just some pervert whose presence need only be tolerated until they could depart after learning who had won the contest.

I bluntly asked why they had even bothered coming. “Morbid curiosity,” Jasmine replied, trying to be polite. “I travel anyway so I was curious about this Yank who was having this competition about who was going to star in one of his drowning stories. Besides, I love Sicily.”

“And you?” I asked Olivia.

“When I heard Jasmine was coming, I couldn’t very well say no, could I?”

“Of course you could have. You could have chosen to forfeit your place in the contest. I certainly don’t have to put you in a drowning story. I’m not some big, important writer, although I have a website and have written what… 1100 to 1200 stories with varying themes and topics starring a lot of different celebrities. And as for those people I’ve chosen not to write about? Well, I guess you could say I don’t think they deserve having a story written about them.”

I looked them both over carefully. Then I smiled politely. “Olivia, I wonder how Sky Sports would feel about your lack of enthusiasm, especially when being in the water is often considered something of a sport. And Jasmine, I know you’ve given reports from all around the world. But I’m still not fully convinced you really want to get your hair wet, much less for a story like this. Maybe one of you would like to cede the contest to the other? That way you can leave and not be bothered with me anymore. I suppose losing to the other in something like this is no big deal, right?”

Jasmine looked over at Olivia and smiled. “I guess you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

To my surprise Olivia politely smiled back before telling her, “That’s ok, love. I know how busy you must be. You’re probably missing an important report to give from Cairo or Hong Kong or some other place. You can go if you like; I’ll stay behind.”

“That’s quite all right, Olivia,” I offered with a smile. “You can leave if you want. I’ll just tell Sky Sports how their anchor decided not to go all the way to the end of my contest, not that they’ll care all that much. I’ll simply write a story with Jasmine as the star.”

“No – no; I can stay. She can go if she wants.”

“Really? Ok, then. Jasmine, I guess you’re excused. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You probably can’t hold your breath as long as Olivia anyway. Remember, she reports for Sky Sports so I would assume she can hold her breath longer.”

Jasmine seemed indignant at my remark. “Hey, just because she reports for Sky Sports doesn’t mean she can hold her breath. I mean… I’ll stay and she can leave if she’s that inconvenienced to be here.” Now they seemed to be trying to get the other to go!

“Why don’t you leave, Jasmine? I can probably hold my breath longer than you can anyway.”

“Why don’t you leave instead, love? Reporting sports is not the same as taking part in sports. At least I get involved in my stories.”

“Ladies,” I said with an upraised hand. “I don’t want to make this difficult for anybody. It’s just a story, ok? It’s possible hundreds if not thousands might end up getting a look at it. There’s no telling if any of your fans will even see it.”

“I think I’ll stay a while,” Olivia stated firmly. “…that is, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll stay too,” Jasmine countered, giving the Sky Sports anchor a sour look.

“Look, ladies. I suppose there’s one way to help me decide this. Let’s see if I can find out who can hold her breath the longest. That will make the story better if I can include some legitimate times evidenced by how long you can really hold it.”

To my surprise Jasmine jumped into the deep end of the pool without any coaxing. It caught Olivia totally off guard. “Don’t get your hair wet, love,” Jasmine told her after she popped up to the surface and tread water. But Olivia responded by jumping into the pool as well.

“Time us,” she said to me in a challenging tone. Jasmine just gave her another sour look.

“Ladies, I’ll make this easy. Just hold onto the pool ladder underwater. On the count of three I want you to go under and hold your breath.”

They both went over to the ladder and grabbed on. I got my waterproof watch ready. Then I counted them down from three.

At “zero” they both inhaled deeply and submerged. It looked like Jasmine went further down the ladder. Olivia stubbornly followed her down until they were together at the bottom rung.

I watched as they stayed down and held their breath. I checked the time on my watch to monitor their progress. At 40 seconds Olivia came back up, shortly followed by her competitor.

“Well, I guess that decides it,” I told them with a smile. “Olivia, I really appreciate you flying all the way down to see me. I’ll let Sky sports know you…”

“Wait!” she blurted out in disappointment. “You’re only going to time us on one lousy breath-hold?”

“I thought you didn’t want to be here.”

“Well I’m wet now, so we might as well go through with this. She can leave if she wants.” and she pointed at her competition.

“But I’m not leaving,” Jasmine smirked, thinking she’d already won the contest.

“Ok, ladies. I suppose you can go down again and do another breath-hold. Go ahead and get ready.”

They started inhaling deeply as I checked my watch. Then I counted them down. At “zero” they both submerged again.

I watched them go down while leaking two streams of bubbles. By now I’d noticed something had changed. They’d suddenly become quite competitive with each other.

I was fully prepared to name Jasmine the winner as she had a couple of extra things working in her favor, namely her willingness to get wet. But Olivia was slowly working her way back into the contest. I figured she deserved a chance to prove herself.

The Sky Sports anchor came up at 1:02. Jasmine came up a few seconds later. I smiled as I told her, “That shows improvement, Olivia. But Jasmine still beat you.”

She sounded unhappy she’d lost. “Is that all there is to your competition… a breath-holding contest?”

“Well, I do have additional criteria I could judge you both on. But if you need to get back home and don’t want to hang around…”

“Yes, go home, love,” Jasmine told her curtly.

“I’m not going home yet, not if he’s willing to judge us on criteria other than just breath-holding. After all, I haven’t had a chance to work at holding my breath lately.”

Jasmine smiled with mock politeness as she told her, “That’s because you don’t like getting your hair wet.”

“Bitch!”

“Ladies,” I told them with a raised hand. “To be fair I do have other criteria I could judge you by. For instance I like to see nose bubbles while you’re holding your breath.”

Olivia declared, “Then get in here with us so we can show them to you!” Now she sounded like she actually wanted to win my contest.

I pulled off my shirt and shed my shorts. Underneath were my red speedos where a bulge was beginning to appear. They both looked at me as though they suddenly weren’t sure I wasn’t some pervert.

I caught them looking and shrugged my shoulders. “My apologies, ladies. Breath-holding and bubbles are a bit of a turn-on for me. To be honest, part of the contest does involve appearance as well as how much I might be turned on at the thought of writing a story about one of you. I can understand if that offends you. You can quit anytime you…”

“It’s ok with me,” Olivia interrupted.

“I’m good,” Jasmine added.

“Are you sure, ladies? I mean in this day and age…”

“Are you going to join us and watch our nose bubbles or aren’t you?” Olivia was sounding more and more like she really wanted to win for some reason.

I went over to a lounger and retrieved a weight belt and dive mask I’d brought out for just such an occasion.  I put on the belt and then pulled the mask down over my face. Then I jumped into the water with them.

I had to work to get back to the surface where I grabbed the edge of the pool. “Ok, ladies. I’ll count you down. This time I’ll watch to see how long you can hold your breath and whether I like your nose bubbles. Ready?”

On the count of three we all submerged. I let go and went right to the bottom as they climbed down the sides of the ladder. I stood on the pool floor and watched as they held their breath while clinging to the bottom rung of the ladder.

They both started releasing nose bubbles. My bulge became more pronounced at the erotic sight. It was shamefully noticeable, but thankfully they didn’t seem to mind.

It wasn’t long before Jasmine started showing signs of distress. They’d both managed to work themselves into a longer breath-hold time. It was 1:21 when Jasmine had to give up and shoot up to the surface.

Olivia blew me a bubbly kiss as her chest heaved noticeably. Then she headed for the surface as well. I followed them up until we were all topside panting for breath.

“Not bad, ladies. I liked the nose bubbles very much. But this time Olivia won the breath-hold contest.”

“Hey! You said you wanted nose bubbles!”

“But this was still a breath-hold contest, Jasmine. Nose bubbles are to ease the strain in your lungs, not to lose all your air at once. Olivia, it seems you have won…”

“Now just a bloody minute! I beat her twice already!”

“Are you saying you want another breath-hold contest?”

“You’re damned right I do!”

Olivia looked at me in protest. “Didn’t I win fair and square?”

“I may not have been clear about what I was wanting to see. So I’m willing to do this all over again now that you both understand what I’m looking for.”

“Then we’ll go again!” Jasmine declared, giving Olivia the stink-eye.

“Bring it on, bitch!”

“Ladies, it’s just a friendly contest.” But the situation had changed. Now it seemed they both wanted to win.

I gave them the time they needed to catch their breath. Then I counted them down. At “zero” they went on down. I followed them down a few seconds later.

They went all the way to the bottom of the pool ladder. I watched as they smiled at me. Then to my complete surprise Jasmine deliberately hefted one of her breasts in her hand for me.

Olivia looked at her in disgust as though her opponent was trying to win points with me. But when she saw the affect it had on me she smiled as she started caressing her own mounds. The two began putting on an impromptu show for me, sensuously touching themselves all over.

Occasionally they released nose bubbles. But now they seemed focused on pleasing me. I watched and smiled, checking the watch on my hand to make sure of the time.

They both struggled to hold their breath. I tried to indicate how long they’d been under by motioning with my fingers… “1:30…… 1:40…..” They both started to strain, chests heaving and bubbles coming out of their nostrils.

I motioned again… “1:50…” They looked at me and then each other as though not wanting to go up first. It amazed me how stubborn women could be when they wanted to win at something.

I motioned “2:00…” as I felt the burn in my lungs. And still they pushed on. At 2:07 Olivia finally shot upward, spewing bubbles out of her nose. Jasmine triumphantly went up a few seconds later, and I followed her up.

“Not bad, ladies,” I panted when we were together at the surface. “You both broke two minutes and you both had great nose bubbles. I must admit it was arousing to watch you caress yourselves. I hope my saying that doesn’t offend you.”

“Not at all,” Olivia replied enthusiastically. “I like turning you on.”

“He was looking at me,” Jasmine countered indignantly. “And I held my breath longer.”

“You bloody bitch!”

“Ladies, please!” and I put my hand up again to silence them. “You’re both good at nose-bubbling, and you’ve both improved at holding your breath. But it’s true Jasmine held her breath longer. She’s won three breath-hold challenges so far.”

Olivia looked anxious she might lose. “Don’t you, uh… have any other criteria you can measure us by?”

I looked thoughtful. “Well… there is another thing I could use that might help me decide.”

“What’s that?” Jasmine asked irritably, no doubt thinking she should have won by now.

“Drowning conditions… I mean for the story I’m going to write.”

“Drowning conditions?” Jasmine repeated dubiously.

“What are you suggesting?” Olivia asked, the concern evident in her voice.

“Just a simple test… acting really. I pull you both down by your ankle and hold onto you for 30 seconds as you panic, struggle and blow nose bubbles. The one who does it better will have the edge. Of course turning me on won’t hurt either.”

“Is that all?” Olivia asked with a smile, now that she understood the challenge. “I can do that. And I’ll go first.” Then she gave Jasmine an “I-can-do-this-better” look.

“Ok. I’ll use my watch to keep track of your time.” Jasmine gave Olivia an icy look but said nothing.

I submerged with a burble as Olivia moved to the middle of the pool where she tread water. I swam up underneath her and grabbed onto her ankle. Then I pulled her under and held on.

She did an admirable job of struggling and kicking and acting scared. She released a lot of bubbles too. It certainly was a turn-on.

I finally let her go after 32 seconds. She popped up and gasped for breath. I surfaced to catch my breath as well.

Olivia gave Jasmine a triumphant look. “Not bad,” I admitted. Then I looked at Jasmine before asking, “Are you interested? Or should I end this right now?”

She appeared to think it over. Then she swam out to the middle of the pool and tread water. I submerged to prepare my second attack.

At the very last second she appeared to reach up and pull down on the straps to her bathing suit, blatantly revealing her breasts. From Olivia I heard, “HEY, THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Then I pulled Jasmine down with me.

She put up a pretty good struggle, losing bubbles out of her nose as she tried to kick me loose. Her breasts nicely bounced up and down. She certainly made me hard showing off her mounds like that.

It was 34 seconds before I let her go. She popped up gasping loudly for breath. I popped up with her, panting quietly as I smiled at her.

“I like your impromptu choice of attire. And I like how you seemed more panicky and into the scenario.”

“See?” she arrogantly told a fuming Olivia with a knowing smile. “You’ve got to act like he means to drown you.”

“Slut,” the Sky Sports anchor retorted sourly. Then she looked at me before asking, “Can we do another take?”

Jasmine snorted, “You lost fair and squire. Live with it, bitch!” Olivia just ignored her.

“Another take?” I asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Instead of pulling us down by our ankle, you can wrestle us to the bottom.” Then she gave Jasmine a haughty look as she added, “Unless that scares my competition over here.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then why don’t you go first and prove it?”

For a moment Jasmine paused to think it over. “All right,” she finally agreed. “I’ll go first. Give me a couple seconds to get a full breath, ok?”

She moved out to the center of the pool, her breasts still showing as she hadn’t pulled her straps back up. Then she gasped, “I’m ready.” That’s when I swam over to her and pulled her under.

We wrestled as I took her right to the bottom due to my weight belt. She looked like she wasn’t as sure about all this as she wanted to be. Her breasts wobbled nicely and she released a lot of nose bubbles. But I let her go around the 29 second mark.

She burst up gasping loudly for breath. I surfaced and gave her a look as though I wasn’t quite sure about her performance. Then we both heard… “I’m ready.”

I looked to see Olivia had totally stripped out of her black one-piece. She was cleanly shaved, her breasts full and swollen with erect nipples. She smiled at me before asking, “Any objections to my going nude?”

“None at all,” I replied with a smile.

“Slut!”

“You showed him your boobs, love. I figure I can show him anything I want.”

“I still think you’re a slut!”

“Bitch!”

“Ladies; please!”

Olivia swam out to the middle of the pool where she tread water, her naked body glistening as she smiled lustfully at me. I swam up to her from underneath and pulled her under. Then I wrapped her in my arms before letting the weight belt work us to the bottom.

She grunted and bubbled as she cried out. She released lots of sexy nose bubbles. She also pressed her breasts against my chest as she humped the erection in my speedos. It nearly made me cum.

We went at it for nearly 35 seconds before I let her go. She shot up to the surface, spewing bubbles out of her nose. I popped up beside her panting loudly for breath.

“That was pretty damned good, Olivia… if you’ll pardon my French.”

“Not at all,” she told me with a smile. “Actually I rather enjoyed it.”

“I could tell. You really threw yourself into that one.”

I looked at Jasmine and saw the expression on her face. She did not look very happy. Then she asked, “Can we do it again?”

I smiled as I told them, “Listen, ladies. This is really starting to get out of hand. I have two different scenarios in my head for a drowning story. One is a pool drowning while the other is a bathtub drowning.”

“Then I’ll act out the bathtub drowning!” Olivia declared. Her expression indicated it would give her the type of intimacy with me she would need in order to win the contest.

“And I’ll do the pool drowning,” Jasmine replied, sounding as though she was now determined to win this thing at all costs. She gave me a sly look that indicated she was willing to do whatever it would take.

“Ladies, I see I’ve brought out the competitiveness in you both. I don’t want the performance of either one of you affecting the performance of the other. So I’m going to separate you two for this one. Are you ok with that?”

They both looked at each other before saying they were fine with my rules. Then I told Olivia to get out of the pool and join me in the bathroom. She seductively climbed the ladder, shaking her fine ass at me.

“You wait out here,” I instructed Jasmine. “I’ll return to see what kind of performance you can give me in the water.” She looked at me and nodded she’d be ready.

I escorted a naked Olivia into the bathroom. It had a large, deep tub I had already used to soak and masturbate. I figured it would be deep enough to gauge her performance.

I drew a nice bath with water about the same temperature as the pool outside. I didn’t want either of them to have any perceived advantage. Olivia tested the water before she looked at me and smiled.

“Do you mind?” she asked. Before I could answer she pulled down my Speedos. Then she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking on it. She sure as hell wanted to win for some reason.

“Do I turn you on?” she asked between sucks.

“Yes you do.”

“What are my chances?”

“Pretty good, actually. When I first saw the pictures of the competitors, yours was the first one I settled on by which I measured all the others.” She smiled at that.

We both got into the water naked. She pulled me down on top of her as she submerged to the bottom. She winced as she blew bubbles out of her nose before kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring my oral cavity.

I let her up for a breath where she kissed me again. They she went back down onto her back, snorting water out of her nose. She winced again, but she appeared to be getting used to water up her nose.

She took my cock between her breasts and gave me a nice titty-fuck, squeezing her mounds together. Then she blew more air out of her nose for me. It was a real turn-on.

When I let her up for air she smiled at me. This time I stretched out in the bathtub with my back propped against the end. She stretched out on top of me and breathed “Time me” before she submerged.

She took me into her mouth and started sucking. She went nice and slow, releasing more bubbles out of her nose. She seemed determined to make this her longest breath-hold yet.

She worked me nice and slow for the first minute, never showing a need to breathe. I couldn’t resist reaching under and massaging her glorious mounds. She moaned and bubbled appreciatively.

At 1:30 she began to pick up the pace as though she was running out of air. She really gulped me down her throat. She had incredible skills; I was most impressed.

I started calling out times to her… “1:40…. 1:50… 2:00…” The more time went by, the harder she sucked and vacuumed.

“2:10… 2:20…”

She really bobbed up and down on my cock until I was buried deep down her throat. I felt her mouth massaging my quivering erection. Then I began to spurt.

She swallowed it all, more bubbles coming out of her nose. She finally burst up out of the water, panting loudly for breath. “2:34!” I announced dramatically. She just grinned at that.

“Ok,” I told her. “I’ll give you some time to catch your breath. Then we’ll work on your drowning performance.”

“But I’m ready to go right now,” she told me. “I assume this is a part of your scenario, right? I probably shouldn’t get that much of a breath?”

“I suppose you’re right. I was thinking of a drowning-the-cheating-girlfriend plot for this story.”

“Perfect,” she told me with a smile.

We changed places until I straddled her as she sat up in the tub. Then I pushed down on her shoulders until she was submerged. Right away she started bubbling and struggling.

I adjusted my position, straddling her chest with my cock between her breasts. She gave me sexy nose bubbles and a nice titty-fucking until my dick was hard again. She was really giving it her all.

She thrashed around underneath me until her lungs began to strain. “Show me you mean it,” I called down to her. She put up more resistance, unable to get out from underneath me.

I grabbed both of her arms so she couldn’t hit me. She tried to rise up but she had no leverage. She looked up at me with concern and then growing alarm as her eyes got bigger.

“Show me you want it,” I told her. Her chest heaved underneath me as she tried to fight me off. More nose bubbles came out of her nostrils. Then she swallowed water.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she gulped. A moment later she went wild, thrashing about underneath me the moment she inhaled. She lost huge bursts of bubbles as she hitched and convulsed.

She had a shocked look on her face as her struggles eventually lessened. Smaller bubbles came out of her nose and mouth. Then she stopped fighting except for the occasional muscle twitch.

Stray bubbles slipped out past her lips as I finally climbed off and looked down at her. She lay on the bottom of the tub for me like a good girl. I smiled as I told her, “Olivia, you’re in the lead right now. But I’ll have to see what Jasmine gives me first. I’ll declare a winner after that.” Then I put my Speedos back on and left her at the bottom of the tub, eyes wide in surprise and her mouth gaping open.

When I got back outside I couldn’t find Jasmine anywhere. I figured she’d quit and gone home, allowing Olivia the honor of being in my story. Then I saw bubbles coming up from the bottom of the pool.

I looked down to see Jasmine had discovered my pulley system. Her ankles were attached to leather cuffs which were attached to a white plastic cable that threaded down to the pulley and then back up. She appeared to be naked. I was impressed with her initiative.

She came back up and panted for breath. Then she saw me standing there and smiled at me. “I found your pulley. Is this what you were thinking for a pool drowning?”

“Was it that obvious? Should I not have had it set up down there?”

“Not at all. It gave me some time to do a little practicing. I hope you don’t mind if I’m naked while we’re doing this.” And with that she inhaled before pulling on the end of the cable.

I put on my dive mask and weight belt again. Then I jumped into the water. I swam down to join her as she swayed at the end of her tether.

She put the cable into my hands which allowed me to ditch the weight belt for the time being. Then she pulled me close and kissed me. Bubbles came out of her nose as she moaned into my mouth.

I started to let her back up but she shook her head… “Not yet.” Then she grabbed for my Speedos. She pulled them down my legs, releasing my growing erection.

She wasted no time taking me into her mouth while grunting up bubbles. She released more air out of her nose as well. Then I gave her some slack.

We both popped up at the surface for a breath. I noticed how hard her nipples had become as she gave me another long, deep kiss. Then she asked, “How am I doing?”

“Olivia gave me a pretty realistic performance. But I’d say you’re starting to gain ground on her.”

“Am I?” I nodded that she was. Then she told me to pull her to the bottom again.

She filled her lungs before I started tugging on the cable. Then we went down together. Once more she grabbed my cock and took it back into her mouth.

She motioned for me to time her. I kept track as she took me deep down her throat. She acted like she was really into it.

For the first minute she did well. At 1:30 I started using my fingers to show how long she’d been underwater. She sucked harder as I motioned, “1:40… 1:50…”

I couldn’t resist reaching down to grope and fondle her breasts. She just moaned with my cock in her mouth as though she really liked it. It was 2:21 when she motioned she needed back up.

I gave her some slack as we both surfaced. We panted for breath as we tread water together. “How’d I do?” she wanted to know.

“You want to know Olivia’s best time?”

“Please tell me, love.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to her if I told you. I suppose I could say you’re pretty close though.”

She caught me by surprise with her next question. “Can I fuck you underwater?”

“I… you want… you want to fuck me underwater?? Are you sure?”

“You’re horny; I’m horny; what’s the big deal?”

“My hands holding onto the cable; that’s the big deal.”

“Can’t you do something… like tie it off maybe? Then you can pull it loose when the time comes.”

“I can do that, Jasmine. That way I’ll be able to keep good track of your time.”

She kissed me again, nice and long. Then she began hyperventilating. She really wanted to win this.

She gasped for breath before I pulled her under. She went all the way down until her feet were a few inches above the pulley. I tied my end off at the ladder before I filled my lungs and swam down to her.

When I got within range she grabbed me and pulled me to her. She opened her legs apart so I could stick mine through the opening they made. Then she guided my cock to her neatly trimmed pussy before impaling herself.

She moaned and bubbled as she started riding me. I groped her mounds and squeezed her ass. She moaned again, sexy bubbles coming out of her nostrils.

I kept glancing at my watch to keep track of her time. She just focused on riding me and kissing me, wrapping me up in her arms. I finally signaled she was at two minutes.

She rode me harder and faster as her chest began to heave. I could tell she was running out of breath. She released more nose bubbles for me as I kept giving her the time with my fingers… “2:10… 2:20…”

She grunted and moaned as she struggled to hold her breath. I could feel her pussy clenching around my shaft. I felt like I was going to cum any moment.

She grunted up more bubbles as I motioned… “2:30…. 2:40…” She really strained with all her might to hold her breath. At 2:56 she motioned with a slash across her neck that she wanted up. That’s when I grabbed her and thrust hard into her pussy.

Her lungs heaved as she lost a flurry of bubbles. A moment later I was cumming deep inside her. She grunted as she responded by shuddering in orgasm. Then she lost a mouthful of air.

Her pussy clenched hard, milking me as she climaxed. Then she was drowning, hitching and convulsing. I noted the time at 3:06.

I was almost out of breath myself as she spasmed and gurgled, her body hitching as her lungs tried to inhale. Her eyes were wide in shock. I finally had to free myself before shooting up to the surface.

I got a big breath and then swam back down. She was still hitching, swaying back and forth as tiny bubbles slipped out through her gaping mouth. It was an incredible sight, erotic to behold.

I swam up to her and kissed her open mouth. I mentally told her she had won (mostly because she was the one who had fucked me and had managed the longest breath-hold time. Then I surfaced and swam over to the ladder, happy with the knowledge I now had my winner and the type of story I was going to write.

2018 (written for Bottomdweller Oct 24 ’18 by riwa)

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Loretta and the stake 3.8 (6)

Posted on September 18, 2019 by riwa

Loretta was determined to marry Mike. She didn’t care that he was seeing Sandy. She was sure she could convince him with her womanly ways.

Mike had some kinky hobbies. But Loretta didn’t care. She was determined to have Mike once and for all. Sandy could just go to hell.

She found out Mike was doing a shoot down in Mexico. She also found out Sandy was scheduled to be on the East coast. So she packed her things, along with a wedding dress she was planning to wear for the nuptials with Mike.

She made arrangements with Sister Dolcetta to pick her up at the airport. She told her all about her plans with Mike. Sister Dolcetta said she would be happy to assist in any way possible.

Loretta chartered a small plane down. Sister Dolcetta met her at the airport. From there they drove to a resort on the coast.

Loretta expected to be put up in a nice hotel. Sister Dolcetta explained that it didn’t work that way with Mike. She would have to submit to his wishes if she was to marry him.

Sister Dolcetta drove Loretta to a place on the beach. The buildings were rustic, the conveniences not nearly so modern. Loretta started to protest, but Sister Dolcetta explained the necessity of subjecting herself to fewer comforts if she was to be allowed to marry Mike.

Loretta wanted to know what all this was about. Sister Dolcetta explained that she was the go-between. She was also authorized to make any last-minute changes that might be required. Among those might include sending her back.

“I understand you’ll do anything for Mike in order to marry him?” Sister Dolcetta asked carefully.

“Yes; anything, sister! When can I see him?”

“In a couple of hours. In the meantime I am required to house you here on the grounds.”

Loretta was led to a building. Sister Dolcetta pushed the big door open. There was nothing inside.

“What’s this?” Loretta protested.

“This is where you are to remain until Mike returns.”

“You can’t keep me here!”

“Then I am instructed to take you back to the airport where you can charter a plane back home.”

“Those are my only options?”

“Those are my instructions. I’m told they are meant to be symbolic of your deep and abiding love.”

“A couple of hours, sister?”

“It should take no longer than that. I will see to your things.”

“Very well.”

“Oh, one thing more.” Then Sister Dolcetta pulled out a set of handcuffs.

“What are those for?”

“To show you wish to submit as a sign of your love to Mike.”

“Submit my love??” But Sister Dolcetta was already attaching them to her wrists.

“Try to rest. I will return with Mike.” Then she pushed her inside and closed the door.

“Sister?? Hey; it’s dark in here!” But there was no response. Loretta tried to calm herself despite the fact it was warm and stuffy. On the bright side at least she was taking Mike away from Sandy.

—

Loretta did not know how much time had passed when the door was finally opened. She blinked at the sunlight as she rose to see Sister Dolcetta standing there. “Mike is here,” the sister told her. “Preparations for the ceremony are about to begin.”

“Preparations, Sister? Will there be time to change into my dress?”

“There will be plenty of time for that later.”

Loretta started to emerge. Then she gasped when she saw Sandy appear and stand next to Sister Dolcetta. “What… what are YOU doing here??”

“I’m here for Mike on this special occasion.”

“You mean… you’re not going to try to stop me?”

“I see no reason why I should, not if Mike wishes it.”

Loretta followed them to a fenced off area. “Hey, what about my handcuffs?” But they ignored her.

They stopped in front of a post. Behind it was an ominous sign on the fence. “Execution area?” Loretta stammered.

“Forgive me,” Sister Dolcetta told her apologetically. “This is the location Mike wishes for the preparations to be carried out.”

“Preparations?”

“Yes,” the sister reassured her. “Soon you will be wearing your wedding dress.”

Loretta nodded. But she wasn’t sure she liked Sandy’s presence. And where the hell was Mike??

The sister removed her handcuffs. Loretta was glad as they were beginning to chafe her wrists. As far as she was concerned these were some pretty unusual pre-wedding preparations.

To her alarm Sister Dolcetta took her arms and brought them behind the post she was standing in front of. Then she reattached the handcuffs to the wrists. “Sister??” she protested in alarm.

“Do you wish to give yourself body and soul to Mike?”

“Of course I do! But I…”

“This is a symbol of giving your life for your one true love.”

“Giving my life??”

“Symbolic, of course. Mike IS your one true love, is he not?”

“Yes, but…” Then she locked eyes with Sandy. “Yes he is,” she said firmly. She wanted Sandy to know who was finally getting Mike in the end.

The sister cuffed her to the post. To her alarm Sandy knelt and tied her ankles to the post as well. “Sister, is all this really necessary?”

“You wish to unite with Mike in the bonds of marriage, do you not?”

“Yes, but…”

“There is still time for me to take you back to the airport so you can secure a charter flight home.”

“No, I… I’ll be all right.”

“All set,” Sandy remarked with a smile as she stood up.

“She is ready to give herself up for Mike then?” Sister Dolcetta asked.

“She looks like she’s ready as she’ll ever be.” There was a hint of amusement in Sandy’s voice.

“Is this really necessary?” Loretta asked in frustration.

“It is absolutely necessary in order to please Mike,” Sister Dolcetta explained.

“Maybe I should take these so they don’t break,” Sandy added thoughtfully. Then she reached around and removed Loretta’s glasses. The young woman blinked in surprise.

“Are you fully committed to Mike?” Sister Dolcetta asked again.

“I am,” Loretta replied, not feeling as confident about everything as she was trying to be.

“Blindly devoted?”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are or you aren’t.”

“Yes, I’m blindly devoted if that’s what it will take to hurry this along. I still need time to change into my dress, remember?”

“There will be plenty of time. Now wear this as a token of your love.”

Loretta gasped as a blindfold was wrapped around her eyes. “Hey – what? Is this really necessary?”

“I take it the preparations are not to your liking?”

“It’s not that, Sister. It’s just that I… it’s all so unusual.”

“Mike is a most unusual man. Would you not agree to that?”

“Yes, I suppose I would.”

Loretta sighed. She wasn’t sure she liked all these so-called “preparations”. But she was willing to do whatever it took. And if she showed up Sandy in the process, so much the better. She was willing to prove her love for Mike was stronger than that bitch’s.

“A most determined woman,” Sister Dolcetta said to Sandy.

“Indeed she is,” Sandy replied, looking lustfully at Loretta’s chest.

“It appears she’s fully committed to go through with all this. She must really love Mike if she’s willing to take part in all these pre-ceremony preparations.”

“I suppose so,” Sandy replied with a sigh.

“You’re not jealous are you?” Loretta asked with a grin. “Just because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get my man?”

Sister Dolcetta smiled wryly. “Actually you seem to be attempting to obtain a man who belongs to another woman.”

“Their union is not official,” Loretta declared boldly. “I’m here to do whatever it takes.”

“It seems she loves Mike a great deal.”

“I don’t know, Sister,” Sandy remarked icily. “Does she love him enough to give up her very life for him?”

“She’s come this far in the preparations.”

“She’ll back out when the moment comes for the final test. They all do. When push comes to shove they always seek their own ends.”

“You bitch! What the hell are you talking about? What ‘final test’?”

“Would you face a firing squad for him?”

“A firing squad?? Of course I… what the hell is this??”

“You see, sister? She is already harboring second thoughts.”

“Second thoughts?? I’m not harboring no such thing! Where the hell is Mike??”

“Oh, he’s here. He can hear your every word. He’s watching to see how true you’ll be to him.”

“I’m true – I’m true! Mike, are you there? I love you! I want to marry you!”

“But would you face a firing squad for him?” Sandy snorted in disgust. “I think not. Your love is only superficial.”

“You bitch! You’re just jealous! I’d do anything for him!”

“Anything, honey? Would that include allowing a firing squad to perforate these nice round mounds of yours?”

Loretta gasped as Sandy felt them up. “What are you doing? What the hell is this?”

“A test,” Sister Dolcetta told her. “It is a test of your love and devotion.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she blurted out in annoyance.

Loretta wondered what the hell was going on. She found it getting harder to breathe as anxiety began setting in. And the bitch caressing her breasts wasn’t helping matters any.

“I don’t think you’re willing to give these up for Mike,” Sandy observed as she fondled and hefted them.

“They can be a woman’s prized assets,” Sister Dolcetta agreed. “They are often a sign of vanity.”

“They certainly won’t look the same if they were to be pierced by the sting of a firing squad’s love darts.”

“What the… what the hell are you two talking about??”

“You must get ready,” Sister Dolcetta told Sandy. “You have a very important task ahead.”

“I suppose so.” Then Loretta heard footsteps. Perhaps Sandy was stepping away.

“And so the time has come,” Sister Dolcetta told Loretta. “Mike is ready. All he wants to know is whether or not you are fully committed to him.”

“I am,” Loretta fumed. At the same time she was trembling. What the hell was going on??

“I am very fond of Mike,” Sister Dolcetta explained. “He has graciously permitted me the honor of examining your heart. Is your heart true?”

“Yes, sister. My heart is true.”

What was all this? What was wrong with this crazy bitch? Why was she being put through all this?

Was there some last test she had to pass in order to get Mike all to herself? Was there some ritual that had to be performed? She’d had no idea she might face some sort of test when she’d first pursued him.

Should she go through with this? Or should she quit and go home? She was so close. And she sensed Sandy’s envy. She really wanted to put that bitch in her place.

She felt a hand on her breast again. She gasped and trembled. Was the sister feeling her up now?

“Mike? Her heart seems true. Are you prepared to complete the final step to observe her love for you?”

“I am,” a male voice piped up from somewhere nearby.

Loretta’s heart beat fast. That sounded like Mike! Then he really was here! “Yes, Mike! I truly do love you! I want to marry you!”

“We shall see if you are ready,” Sister Dolcetta told her. Then she loudly declared, “You may step forward and take your place.”

Loretta felt a surge of excitement. Was Mike about to come and claim her? Would they soon be headed off to the chapel? Would there be time to get into her dress? She figured she could change clothes in the blink of an eye if it came to that.

She thought she heard movement. She did not know it was four ladies who had stepped forward with their rifles. She could not see so she could not have known. But she still felt a mixture of fear intermingled with a growing arousal.

“Prepare to administer the final test,” Sister Dolcetta declared. Loretta began to pant like crazy. What was going to happen now??

What was all this talk about a firing squad? She was tied to a post so it all fit. Was this Mike’s way of her proving to him how much she loved him??

She wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. It sounded like she was about to face an actual firing squad. She assumed if there were rifles involved then they would be loaded with blanks. But now she was really getting scared.

Sister Dolcetta looked at the firing squad. “Ready.” Four shells were chambered into four weapons.

“Aim.”

The rifles were uplifted and pointed at Loretta’s chest. The trembling woman winced as she instinctively looked upward. She had to struggle to throw out her chest as though offering to Mike her heart and soul. Supposedly he was watching and she wanted him to see her do this.

“FIRE!” The word had come from a male voice.

A volley of shots rang out. Loretta winced and jerked as her chest was perforated with four live rounds. She opened her mouth to scream but no words would come.

She slumped against the post, falling to the ground onto her knees. They’d shot her! They had actually shot her!!

“Her love is true,” Sister Dolcetta intoned. But what good did that do her now?? They had shot her!

Loretta heard the sister say, “Mike, you may come forward.” Blood was filling her lungs as she coughed and sputtered. Her breasts felt like they were on fire.

Loretta was conscious enough to hear voices. They had to be coming from individuals standing close to her. She could hear a male and female voice. But her mind was becoming fuzzy… the voices sounding more and more distant.

She faintly heard Sister Dolcetta ask her if she loved this man. She gurgled up blood in her mouth in response. Then she heard the sister ask, “Mike, do you love this woman?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You may proceed to consummate that love.”

“Loretta, with this gun I hereby consummate my love for you.”

Loretta felt her head being pulled back. It felt like someone had a hand in her hair to tip her head. But the blindfold was still on her face. She could not see.

She felt the barrel of something cold press against her forehead. She faintly heard Sister Dolcetta calmly say, “You may proceed.” Her mind acknowledged the sound of the shot a split second before the slug scrambled her brain matter, finishing her off.

Sister Dolcetta released Loretta from her bonds. The dead woman slumped to the ground, her body bullet-ridden and bloodied. Then the sister motioned for the women from the firing squad to come forward and claim their trophies.

The leader claimed the bullet-riddled shirt to add to her collection. The second took the skirt, liking the idea of wearing something a woman had been executed in. The other two claimed the bra and panties. Sister Dolcetta would eventually claim the white stockings for herself.

The sister turned the corpse over onto its back. She looked down and smiled. Then she turned toward Mike. But he was already getting a blowjob from Sandy who was now on her knees. Apparently the preparations had been successfully carried out. The young woman had bravely faced the firing squad. Now she could proudly wear her dress.

Sister Dolcetta removed the blindfold. Loretta stared up with unseeing eyes. She was still pretty, even in death. Sandy was certainly going to enjoy preparing this one.

—

“I must say,” Sandy told the body as she washed it down. “I thought you were going to chicken out at the end there. I guess you really thought you loved Mike. Well he certainly loved your role in all the preparations. I had to swallow a gallon of his man-cream.”

Loretta lay quietly on a specially prepared table. All the blood had been washed away. Sandy was dutifully preparing her for the dress she had brought with her.

Sandy put a finger in the wound in the temple. “Stupid bitch. I bet nothing ever entered your head like that before, did it? Did you honestly think you were going to take Mike away from me?

Sandy kissed her lips. Then she suckled on the dead woman’s nipples. “Yes, I suppose Mike would have liked nibbling on these. But what man wouldn’t?”

She kissed her way down, running a finger in the dead woman’s pubic hair. Then she fingered the slit. “Yes, I’m sure Mike would have enjoyed fucking this hole.”

Sandy began finger fucking the corpse. Then she climbed on. She straddled the dead woman’s head and ground her wet opening against Loretta’s lips as she knelt and began licking the dead woman’s slit.

She finger-fucked her hard as she began to gasp and moan. She wriggled her pussy against Loretta’s lips. Then she cried out in orgasm.

“All right – all right,” she panted as she climbed off. “Playtime’s over. You want to wear that dress? The least I can do is oblige.”

Sandy put effort into cleaning the corpse. Soon the body was looking as though Loretta had showered herself clean. Then she added panties for the crotch as well as strings of pearls for the neck.

Next was the corset. Sandy had to admit Loretta had good taste when it came to picking out clothes. But she had good taste anyway. Sandy figured she ought to know because she’d tasted the dead woman’s slit.

The headpiece went on next. Sandy treated the dressing with great care. She figured Loretta deserved her best after giving her best at the firing squad.

The dress went on next. Sandy had to admire how nice it looked. It really made Loretta look like a beautiful bride.

She got some help in transferring the body to a coffin. She made sure Loretta looked all dignified. She really did look beautiful in that dress.

Mike was summoned. He came in and took a look at her. “Lovely lady,” he admitted.

He knelt down and gave her a kiss. Then he told her, “Your time in front of the firing squad meant a lot to me. I will never forget it.” Already his cock was stirring at the remembrance of the event.

He told Sandy she had done well. Loretta looked the part of the eager bride. Sandy appreciated the acknowledgement of her efforts.

Sandy saw Mike was beginning to have problems again. Once more her services were required. Then she took one last look at the corpse.

Was the bitch smirking at her? Did she really think she had won? Did she really believe Mike was her one true love? Sandy decided Loretta could freely take those thoughts with her to the grave.

“We’ll see what you think when you’re six feet under, bitch!” Then she closed the lid before hurrying to catch up to Mike. He really had need of her services now.

2019 (written for Mike and Sandy Jan 21 ’19 by riwa)

(Renders courtesy of C Mike Hunt and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Consensual asphyxiation shorts – “Erica” and “Rina” 4.2 (9)

Posted on September 12, 2019 by riwa

Erica

Erica and I spent the better part of an hour surfing through those damned pictures. The more we looked at, the hornier we both became. It wasn’t long before she was reaching around to grope my tits as we kept pulling them up one by one…

“Gawd; that’s a hot hanging, Chris.”

“Damn, baby; it sure is.”

“What would you do if you found me in a noose waiting for you?”

“Gawd, I don’t know. I’d be so turned on I’d probably start licking you out.”

“Right there while I was standing on the chair?”

“Right there! Damn, baby… imagining you with a noose around your neck is making me so fucking wet!”

“What would you do then, Chris?”

“I think I would get a rope and tie your arms behind your back so you could feel helpless like some of these other girls look in these pictures. Then I would lick you out all over again.”

“And after that?”

“I’d pull the chair away and watch you hang for me.”

“Would you? Gawd, Chris, that is such a fucking turn-on! Wait here; I’ll be right back.”

“Hey; where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

She left the room as I went back to looking at those pictures. Seeing them made me think of Erica all noosed up. And thinking of Erica being noosed made me think of tying her up and then taking the chair away so I could watch her kick. My pussy was so fucking wet I could hardly stand myself.

I looked all around but she hadn’t returned. “Hey, Erica; where are you?”

“Just a minute! I’m getting something ready!”

“What? What are you getting ready?”

I sat there looking at pictures, wondering what she was getting ready. A moment later it came to me. “SHIT!” and I got out of my chair and rushed to go find her.

I caught up to her in the sun room. She was standing on a chair with a thick, hemp noose around her throat. It was threaded up through that hook in the ceiling we use to hang our heavy glass kitchen table which was now lying up against the wall.

I gasped, “What the hell is going on here, Erica?”

She smiled as she motioned grandly. “What do you think, Chris?”

“Erica, I… you… what did you…?” Then I came forward, dropped to my knees and started licking her sweet, sweet pussy. It was dripping copious amounts of her arousal.

She looked down at me and started to tremble as I ate her out. Fuck; she looked gorgeous! I couldn’t believe how horny I was! But it was clear she was just as turned on as I was.

“What are you going to do to me now, Chris?” She said it in a trembling voice.

I looked around and saw the small coil of rope lying underneath the chair. She must have brought it out with her. I picked it up with trembling hands.

“Do you want to hang me, Chris?”

“Gawd yes, Erica!” I knew then how much she wanted it too.

I grabbed the rope and snatched one of her arms. She whimpered as she tried to resist me. But she didn’t resist very hard as I quickly secured her arms behind her back. She loves it when I force her sometimes.

I ran my hands all over her trembling naked body. I was turned on like never before. She panted as she asked, “What are you going to do to me now, Chris?”

“I’m going to hang you, Erica!”

She whimpered, “Oh gawd!” as I began licking her out again. Hell, she was even wetter now that her arms were tied behind her back.

I felt her pussy clench around my tongue until she gushed her arousal. Seeing her cum like that nearly set me off. Then I stood up and grabbed the chair.

“Now I’m going to hang you, Erica! I’m going to cum watching you hang!”

There was an incredible look of lust in her eyes. In a voice barely above a whisper I heard her whimper, “Do it, Chris! Hang me!”

“Damnit, I will!” And with that I took the chair right out from under her feet.

Her eyes flashed uncertainly when the rope took her full weight as her feet fluttered. Her arms jerked up and down behind her back as she thrust her chest out. Then her legs started pedaling as she swung back and forth.

I stepped back and started masturbating furiously as her legs kicked more and more. She started rasping for breath as she twisted this way and that from her gyrations. Then her knees came up, and I recognized it immediately.

I cried out as my orgasm matched her own. Her nipples were incredibly hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so sexy.

She began to put up more of a struggle. Her face turned red; she was really having trouble breathing. She looked at me anxiously, but I was too far gone as I told her, “No. I’m not taking you down!”

She shuddered as she really started to kick and twist. Then those knees came up again. My words must have made her cum so fucking hard because this time her cum streaked down her legs.

I let out a squeal as I gushed my climax all over the floor. She was swinging back and forth, her sexy naked body twisting from side to side. I was so weak and giddy that I collapsed onto the floor.

I found myself lying directly underneath her, looking up at her as her toes wriggled above me. Her fingers flexed helplessly behind her back. Her knees tried to come up one last time. That’s when I knew she was cumming again.

She sprayed me with her orgasm as I lay beneath her. Then her struggles abruptly ceased. She gently swung back and forth above me, giving me an incredible look at her wet, dripping pussy.

I was still masturbating when her bladder emptied itself all over me. I love it when Erica pees on me. But this was the ultimate turn-on.

I gasped as I shuddered hard in climax. Then I must have passed out. When I awakened Erica was slowly swaying back and forth above me, her cum and urine dripping off her toes onto my naked body.

I gasped once more with delight as I came all over again. I was totally exhausted. It had been one hell of a ride for the both of us…

© 2017 (Aug 24 ’17)

Rina

When Rina first came into my possession, she was willful, stubborn and determined not to submit. No matter what I did to her, she could not be broken. Whippings, bondage and sessions dunked in cold water had no effect.

I finally made the decision I’d erred in allowing her to come into my possession. I took her down to my basement and tied her into an uncomfortable position – legs bent at the knees with rope around her arms and legs, while her wrists were secured down near her ass. In short, she was pretty much helpless.

I stuffed a vibrating egg up her cunt despite her best efforts to keep it out. With her legs tied at her upper thighs there was no way she could squeeze it back out. Then I noosed her up.

I balanced her on a barrel on her knees. For the first time I saw a hint of fear in her eyes. I told her, “That’s right, bitch. You’re going to suffer in breathless agony while I tear those orgasms out of you. Then you’re going to slowly strangle to death. It might take an hour or two, so I hope you enjoy your time down here.” Then I left her.

I do not think she knew of the hidden camera I had up in the basement to watch. There was a nice glow from a lone lightbulb that highlighted her flesh. Her nipples began to harden as a glistening sheen appeared.

She had to balance on her knees to keep from strangling herself. But it was difficult at best. It wasn’t long until her face turned red.

The buzzing egg made her wriggle around as she tried to maintain her balancing act. She rasped and gurgled as it forced orgasm after orgasm out of her sweating, asphyxiated body. If she was not going to please me in life, the least she could do was please me with a long, painful death.

The minutes stretched as I left her down there. She responded with orgasm after orgasm, causing her body to jerk and shudder. It made the noose tighten around her slender throat as her face darkened.

She was still conscious after an hour. So I went down and relieved her of the noose. My cock was hard, so I took it out and forced it down her throat.

She gagged, but she did not resist… not that she was capable of resisting in any event. Then I turned her around. I bent her over, got access to her ass and pounded her until I gave her a healthy load of my cream up her rectum. To my surprise she orgasmed again. Perhaps it was due to the vibrating egg still inside her.

I commuted her death sentence and put her on probation. To my surprise she became fully compliant. Now she only had one request: that I asphyxiate her during sex.

I fucked her in several positions, each time making sure she was being strangled, bagged or asphyxiated. She became the most animated of sluts, cumming hard each time I fucked her. Her favorite position was riding my cock in bed with her hands bound behind her back while I pulled her up and down from a noose around her neck.

She loved the “barrel torture” as she called it. Sometimes she became willfully defiant just to earn herself another session. Thus it would be another hour in my basement, all trussed up and noosed with the vibrating egg forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her until she nearly strangled to death. These I would always watch, stroking myself until she was done so I could fuck her mouth and then rape her ass, giving her yet another orgasm in the process.

Rina started begging me to hang her. She told me she’d been extremely disobedient when she’d first arrived and that she fully deserved it. Now she wanted to hang. She’d become addicted, and she wanted to go all the way… for my pleasure and for her own.

I continued the barrel tortures, only to notice she seemed to be trying to strangle herself into unconsciousness. It occurred to me she might one day hang herself while I was not around to witness the event. So I set a date for her execution.

I decided it would be an intimate affair, just the two of us. I also decided it would be her favorite method. I tied her up, inserted the egg, and then noosed her before balancing her on top of the barrel.

I left her there as I stroked myself. She went through 30 minutes… and then 60. But when I refused to take her down she realized how serious I was.

The orgasms grew stronger and more frequent as she slowly strangled herself. I could see the pain evident on her face. But the bliss she felt was clearly recognizable.

At about 90 minutes she went into a series of continual convulsions. It looked like she was enduring one orgasm after another. Then her eyes grew vacant.

I went over and checked for a pulse as her body shuddered again. But there was none. Apparently the vibrating egg was forcing what little life was left in her muscles to discharge.

I left her down there for a couple hours to make sure. When I returned her face was a dark purple. Her crotch was soaked from her fluids, and her body was wet with perspiration. I could only wonder if it was the noose or the orgasms that had killed her. Maybe it was a combination of both…

© 2017 (written Oct 5 ’17 by riwa)

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The maid’s final bath 2.3 (3)

Posted on September 6, 2019 by riwa

I was working in the other half of my suite when I heard the maid call out “Housekeeping!” It was too late. A moment later I heard the key card in the door before it opened.

I cursed inwardly as I moved to the sliding door. I peered through the crack into the other half of my room, the section that held my bed, table and night stand. Sure enough, a woman in a housekeeping outfit had barged in and was now foolishly looking through the briefcase I’d left open on the table.

I shook my head at my carelessness. I couldn’t take the chance she wouldn’t report what she’d seen to someone. She had to be eliminated.

Pity…

I sighed as I slid open the door and entered the room. I could tell I’d startled her by the way she jumped at my appearance. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said in broken English. “I did not know you were in room – MMMPH!”

My hand clamped over her mouth where she began to struggle. But I was much bigger and stronger than she was. I spun her around and pulled her to me, holding her from behind. Then I pinched her nose shut with my thumb and finger, cutting off her air supply as I kept my hand over her mouth.

Instantly she began to struggle in earnest. I held her tight until she finally passed out from lack of air. She went limp in my grasp, causing me to catch her before she collapsed.

I laid her down on the floor where I rolled her onto her stomach. Then I went into the other room to fetch some rope from my bag of tricks. I never expected I might be forced to use it on some stupid maid.

Within a couple of minutes I had her ankles tied together. I secured her wrists behind her back. Then a length of rope went around her chest, pinning her arms to her body. Afterwards I went into the bathroom and proceeded to start filling the tub, deciding I would give the maid a final bath.

She was coming to and starting to struggle again when I came back out. I was forced to drag her awkwardly into the bathroom, struggling to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her from crying out. The bitch resisted me, but somehow I was able to lift her up and tumble her into the tub onto her back.

I looked into the tub and sighed. The water wasn’t high enough yet. I would have to wait a few minutes longer.

As she squirmed and struggled I forced my hand over her mouth again, forcing her head down while mentally willing the tub to fill faster. She kicked and thrashed about, spilling water over the side. She got me wet as she tried to scream.

I mentally cursed her intrusion into my room. I hadn’t wanted to kill some nosy housekeeper. I just hoped the sound of the filling bathtub would be enough to deter anyone else from coming into my room.

The water level finally climbed above her face. I removed my hand and focused on holding her head down by grabbing onto a handful of her black hair. That’s when the bitch really started to struggle.

Her mouth opened as her eyes went wide in terror. Somehow her wrists slipped out of their bonds. Her arms started flapping up and down in the tub, causing me no end of grief.

The rope around her chest kept her from raising her arms too high so as not to do any serious mischief to me. I cursed my stupidity at not securing her better. Maybe I should have strangled her instead of drowning her.

It wasn’t long until bursts of air started exploding out of her mouth. For a moment she really started thrashing about. She tried to scream, but it only came out as a bubbly gurgle.

I saw her breathing reflex kick in. Her chest heaved as she inhaled. It was then my task got a whole lot easier.


The foolish woman began spasming and convulsing as her arms waved feebly in the air. Her mouth opened and closed as though that would be enough to pull air into her flooded lungs. Her head went from side to side until her struggles lessened.

Air bubbled out of her mouth with each convulsion. Her lips opened wide as she tried to breathe. Then she shuddered before letting out a bubbly sigh.

A small trickle of air dribbled out of her mouth from somewhere deep in her lungs. Then she went still except for an occasional muscle spasm. Her eyes were open wide, a look of horror in her softening expression.

“I wish you wouldn’t have come in on me like that,” I sighed down at her. “Stupid bitch!” Then I stood up and proceeded to dry myself off, knowing I would have to check out of my room much sooner than I’d anticipated.

2008; 2018 (written Feb 14 ’08; ed. Nov 28 ‘18 by riwa)

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I drowned him in the irrigation dam (m/m) 4 (7)

Posted on September 6, 2019 by riwa

I met him out at the irrigation dam. He was swimming off a raft floating forty feet away from shore when I arrived. He was all by himself.

I saw him disappear from the surface. It looked like he was somewhere underwater. A few bubbles came up before he resurfaced. I think he was under about a minute or more.

I waved at him from shore and called out to him, asking if I could join him. He said that was ok with him. So I put on a dive mask because I knew the water got murky the closer to the bottom you got. Then I walked down to the edge of the water before I swam out to him.

It looked like he was scrambling to do something as I approached. When I reached him he had a dive mask and weight belt sitting on his wooden raft. I told him my name and he told me his.

I asked him what he was doing out here this far away from shore. He said he was swimming down trying to reach the bottom. I smiled as I told him I’d like to see that.

He put on his dive mask and began taking long, deep breaths. Then he submerged. I stuck my face under to watch.

He swam down quite a ways until I lost sight of him. The water became green and murky the deeper he went. I saw bubbles come up, indicating he was down there somewhere.

I waited until more bubbles came up out of the murk. Then I saw him emerge out of that greenish darkness. He released more bubbles until he popped up at the surface right next to me.

I told him I liked watching him dive down and come back up. And I liked watching the bubbles he released. He smiled bashfully at me before filling his lungs and heading down a second time.

I submerged and went down about ten feet to watch him. He headed for the bottom of the dam, kicking with his legs while pulling with his arms. Although he almost disappeared from sight I could barely make out his shape while I was ten feet down.

Small bubbles came up. I waited with breathless excitement. Then he came back up, releasing more bubbles out of his mouth.

I headed to the surface ahead of him. I got there right before he did. Then he popped up and gasped for breath.

I asked him if he ever went down there nude. He blushed as he told me he’d been diving down naked when I showed up but that he’d hurriedly pulled his suit back on. So I asked if he would mind taking it off so I could watch him dive naked.

He blushed again before pulling his suit off. His cock waved in the water. He already had an erection.

I asked him if I could take my suit off as well. He said that would be all right with him. So I pulled my trunks down off my legs, exposing my erection. Then I left them on the raft right next to his trunks.

He filled his lungs and dove down again. I watched him kick as he went down, his ass wriggling. More bubbles came up as he disappeared into that murky green void near the bottom.

I watched and waited. It wasn’t long until more bubbles came up. Then he appeared and began kicking his way back to the surface.

He burst up gasping for breath. I told him I really enjoyed watching him. I asked him if he had reached the bottom and he said sometimes he could just get to it.

He said he liked to go down and hold his breath. I asked if he ever stroked himself. He blushed as he told me he touched himself a lot when he was down near the bottom.

I asked if he ever came while he was swimming up and down. He said he usually had a release before he went home for the day. Sometimes he’d cum on his way down; sometimes it was near the bottom; and sometimes it was while running out of breath on his way back up.

He filled his lungs and then went down again. I headed down to keep sight of him for as long as I could. I was down nearly fifteen feet when he appeared to stop another ten feet or so below me. I could just barely make him out.

I watched as he slowly began to drift upward. He was touching and stroking himself. It was quite a turn-on.

He slowly released bubbles out of his nose until he stopped drifting upward. He lost buoyancy and began to sink. He released more bubbles as he stroked himself. Then I saw him launch himself toward me while spewing bubbles out of his mouth.

I headed for the surface, keeping an eye on him the whole time while releasing bubbles out of my nose. It was a turn-on seeing how stiff his cock had become. My own dick was hard and throbbing.

He popped up again gasping for breath before grabbing the raft and hanging on. “That’s fantastic!” I told him admiringly. “You don’t mind my telling you how hot that is, do you?”

He blushed before saying, “Not at all.”

“Would you go down and stroke for me?”

“Sure; if you want me to.”

He filled his lungs and submerged. This time he went down feet first, pushing with his hands palms upward to push himself down. It was great getting to see his cock saluting me.

He must have been twenty feet down when he stopped descending. I could just barely make him out. I watched as he drifted there touching himself while stroking his cock. It really turned me on.

He stayed down for a good minute or so before coming back up. He released bubbles out of his mouth as he returned to the surface. My cock was hard and throbbing when he popped up with me.

“That’s great,” I told him with a smile. “How long can you hold your breath?”

“About a minute and a half when I’m down there,” he admitted. The cold and the pressure make it a challenge. I can hold it longer when I’m closer to the surface.

“Ever have any near-misses? Ever come close to drowning?”

“A couple times. One time I went down and barely reached the bottom without a good breath of air. I was really losing bubbles when I shot back up to the surface. I was really panting like crazy when I popped up and reached the raft.”

“Did you cum?”

“Yeah, my cock went off on my way back to the surface.”

“I’d really like to see that. How about the other time? You said there were a couple of times?”

“I went down and found the bottom. I stuck my feet in the mud so I wouldn’t drift upward. Then I held my breath. It was dark and I couldn’t see the surface because of all the murky green water around me.”

“Anyway I started stroking myself. I wanted to stay down until I shot my load. My chest was really heaving when I finally spurted. But I had no air left in my lungs.”

“For a minute there I didn’t think I would make it back to the raft in time. I could feel the panic starting to rise within me. I swam as fast as I could until I burst up gasping for breath.”

“I see you brought a weight belt out here with you. Do you use it much?”

“Sometimes.”

“Would you put it on and use it for me now?”

“Sure; why not?”

I watched him attach it around his waist. Then he took long, deep breaths to prepare himself. He inhaled deeply and then let go of the raft.

I watched the belt take him right down. Bubbles came out of his mouth as he descended. He stroked a little for me as he went down, which was another huge turn-on.

I thought I could just make him out when he bottomed out. I started taking long, deep breaths to join him. I was horny as hell.

More bubbles came up out of the green murk. It was sexy as hell. My cock was hard and throbbing.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles. Then I saw him kicking his way toward me. He was pulling hard with his arms as he released more bubbles. It looked like he was out of breath.

I swam down to meet him. He was about ten feet from the surface when I grabbed his arms from behind and pulled them to his sides. Then I wrapped my legs around his so he couldn’t kick anymore.

My hard cock pressed into the crack in his ass. I started humping as he grunted and bubbled while shaking his head. The belt ended up taking us back down into colder, deeper water.

He suddenly started thrashing about in my grasp. I reached around and grabbed his cock as he gurgled. I jerked his meat really hard until ropy streams spurted into the water as he started to drown.

I humped his ass as he hitched and gurgled in my grasp. I held onto him so he couldn’t get away. Then my cock started spurting between us as I fucked the crack of his ass.

I started running out of breath and had to go to the surface. I let him go and kicked as hard as I could. My lungs were heaving when I burst up near the raft.

I gasped loudly for breath as I looked down. I couldn’t see him at all. A few stray bubbles swirled up to meet me at the surface.

I filled my lungs and swam back down to him. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find his body. But eventually I saw him lying flat on his back at the bottom of the irrigation dam.

His mouth gaped open from his last attempt to breathe. His eyes were wide and vacant in shock and horror. It was such an incredible turn-on.

I headed back to the surface as my cock got hard again. I burst up and gasped for breath. I spent some time hyperventilating. Then I headed back down.

It didn’t take too long to find his body. I couldn’t resist grabbing his head. Then I thrust my hardening cock into his mouth. He didn’t resist in the slightest.

I fucked his skull until I ran out of breath again. I really had to go back to the surface. So I kicked hard, pulling with my arms until I burst up gasping loudly for breath.

I looked around to make sure we were still alone. Then I really hyperventilated as I filled my lungs. I jackknifed downward, determined to visit him one last time.

He was right where I left him when I reached the bottom. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth with my erect dick. It was so hot that I shot my load between his lips.

When I pulled my cock out, my cream swirled out of his mouth as well. His dick was semi-hard. I stroked it a few times before heading back to the surface.

I popped up and gasped for breath. Then I slipped back into my trunks before heading to shore. I decided he needed some alone time down on the bottom of the irrigation dam so he could get off by himself.

By the time I reached shore I was hard again from the memory of his drowned, nude body and semi-hard cock. I drove home and drew myself a bath before climbing in naked. Then I submerged and held my breath, jerking off again as I thought about how I’d drowned him down there.

I ended up shooting ropy streams into the tub as I bubbled my breath away. Drowning him was just so damned erotic. It’s a memory I’ll never forget.

2019 (written Jun 30 ’19 by riwa)

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The Chiropractor Files 4.2 (5)

Posted on August 30, 2019 by riwa

Miriam came to my office complaining of lower back pain and a stiffness in her neck. I took some x-rays and immediately identified the problem. I told her she might be a good candidate for the tightening chair down below. She was willing to do anything, even so much as to promise me she would make it “worth my while” if I could fix her posture.

I showed her the chair and then told her it was most effective when the patient was naked. She surprised me by quickly undressing. Then I backed her into the chair.

I told her the remedy was a little strong and that some bodies rebelled. She said to do whatever it took. So I tied her to the structure, telling her it would help to keep her back lined up so she would not wriggle around and wrench it any further.

Once she was ready I wrapped the rope around her throat. I secured the crank and then told her this was going to straighten her right out. I promised there would be no more pain once the procedure was concluded.

I began tightening the crank, causing her to gasp and writhe. I instructed her to try to hold steady as I was working on taking the kinks out of her neck. Pretty soon I had her shuddering and writhing like crazy before she went limp.

I asked her if she had any pain. She just stared up at me without speaking a word. I assumed that meant the procedure had been a success.

When Chelsea came to my office with her problem, I suggested a unique form of therapy. She too was willing to do whatever it took to take the pain away. So I took her to my private therapy room.

I had her strip on the couch and then get comfortable. I took some rope and tied it off to the door behind her. Then I suggested she tie the other end around her neck as tight as it would go.

When she voiced fears she might strangle I told her the rope would help keep her back at the angle necessary for taking the kinks out. I suggested a little masturbation session would help relax her and would help work the kinks out. When she looked at me funny I told her I would not touch her but that I would closely observe the procedure.

She made sure the rope was tight around her neck. Then she started to masturbate. I suggested she slide toward me in order to put more strain on the rope to pull the knots out of her spine. This she did with some reluctance.

As she masturbated I saw her face start to turn red. I encouraged her, telling her I thought it was working. She slid further along the couch, putting added pressure around the rope around her throat.

I told her an orgasm or two would help her relax and allow the rope to work her back. She really fingered herself until she climaxed hard. She voluntarily applied more tightness on the rope as though her asphyxiation was helping her orgasms.

The more she fingered herself, the tighter she strained against the rope. Her face began to turn red as she entered into a deep climax. She shuddered hard in orgasm, strangling herself all the way until she faded into oblivion with a back that was no longer hurting her.

Torinda was a burlesque dancer who needed immediate relief. I told her I had just the piece of equipment for her. I took her downstairs and showed her my back-adjuster.

She told me she liked it and was excited to try it out. She even thought she could use something like that in her act the next time she danced. So she shed most of her clothes before climbing on top, lying on her back.

I cuffed her ankles and then chained her up. I ran rope around her neck, up through the eye-bolt, and then down to her wrists. I told her using this method would allow her to put pressure on all the right places, which would be good both for the neck as well as the back.

At first she really began working her arms and legs. I could tell it was having a positive effect. But it wasn’t long until her face started turning red.

She tried to get the words out that she was having some difficulty. I told her not to worry because that just meant her back was responding to the adjustments she was giving it. The more she struggled, the more her face turned red.

She suddenly panicked and began jerking on the equipment. I told her she was almost there and that she needed to relax. She stiffened before going into little spasms. Then her bladder released as she went limp, indicating another satisfied customer.

Sometimes I do have to apply the “hands-on” approach. It was necessary with Reva. When she came in I could tell she was really hurting.

I took her down and showed her my special saddle. I told her the posts sticking up were only to stabilize her and keep her upright. I said the one in front was designed to relax her.

She was hesitant, but I did finally convince her to ride it naked. She impaled herself on both posts. Then I proceeded to secure her to the saddle. She thought I was using way more rope than was necessary. But I told her I didn’t want her wrenching her back at the moment of greatest stress where we would be straightening her out.

I turned the machine on and she started to moan as she wriggled around on it. Then I wrapped my hands around her throat. I told her to tip her head back as we would be doing a combination of neck and back work.

I squeezed tighter as she started to squirm like crazy. I told her to go right ahead and orgasm if she could feel one coming. I said it would help relax her back and that I would watch for it so as not to hinder her progress.

I helped squeeze an orgasm right out of her. Then I told her we were really going to work on her neck and back. So I squeezed harder until she really began writhing and squirming. Her face turned red as she climaxed one last time. Then that neck and back of hers went limp, never to bother her again.

Bruna was a special case. I knew she needed some serious time in therapy if she was going to straighten out that back. So I took her downstairs to my “neck stretcher”.

She willingly got naked – amazing how I could get them all to do that. Then I began applying the ropes. I told her I needed to stabilize her back for the straightening to come.

After securing her to the device I ran a rope around her midsection. I added two more to her nipples, telling her I needed to keep her back arched. Then I added a special rope around her neck that went up into an O-ring above.

I attached a 50 pound metal ball to the end of the rope. I said it would straighten her right up. But she would need some time to work on her lower back as well as those kinks in her neck.

I left her there for a good 30 minutes as I had to go upstairs and tend to some other patients. When I returned her face was quite red. But her neck was stretching nicely.

I must have timed it just right as she went into convulsions shortly upon my return. Her lips began to turn rather blue. Then she squirted her arousal before her bladder gave way. She was my proudest achievement as I straightened her neck and back right out with no more pain whatsoever.

2018 (written Sep 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by pictures found around the Internet.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on August 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming September rewards
12 story posts that will include:
More of the Island of death row inmates.
A club story where a woman goes for a visit with her fwb, her uncle, her best friend and her sister.
Emma is secured to a water wheel and rotated upside down until her head is submerged.
Madison faces the noose for her boyfriend.
Hedda faces a beheading.
A woman is taken to her Master’s favorite restaurant.
A woman has a unique way of trading up when it comes to getting another husband.
Jikoseiai and Hitomi go on a crime spree and are finally caught.
Terrie is at it again, but will she suffer the consequences for her naughtiness?

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

I’m still adjusting to the move I made the end of April. Mom sure is happy I live so much closer. But the apartment has issues I’m adjusting to. One recent one is the fact our town water supply has a contamination problem. It’s not a good idea to drink it, especially if you’re very young or elderly. They are trying to identify the source of the contamination, but are not having any luck at this time. This just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. I hope your football team does well this year.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Robyn’s revenge 2 (plus bonus) (8-11-19)

11977 words – $5.00

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

Robyn’s revenge 2 – Robyn brings Emma back to the aquarium where she decides to get her revenge. Emma is secured and then dumped into a lazy river where she floats face down. Emma must hold her breath, hoping Robyn will fish her back out in time. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 5-7 – Hannah’s father must go away for a while. But when her mother turns up missing, Hannah fears the worst. She heads to the servants’ common area where she makes a terrible discovery. (14 pages)

Island 17-18 (8-11-19)

21610 words – $6.00

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

Island 17-18 – The inmates are in the midst of swimming the tunnels to see who will be “eliminated.” The final heat is no surprise to all involved. Someone is about to lose a dear friend. (20 pages)

Jaime 21-23 – John and Jaime agree to go to the Club. Jaime dresses up special to role-play. But when they arrive, they meet their next-door neighbor in line. Will they invite her in with them? And will she play along with their game? (23 pages)

The quarry (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-11-19)

16863 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of stories for your reading enjoyment. Included is a new tale about a couple of girls enjoying time together in the water before they depart for schools on opposite ends of the country. Also included is an older, re-edited story about our Emma getting herself into trouble again with a couple of biker chicks.

The quarry – Jojo and Aimee have been friends all through high school. Secondary education will be taking them in opposite directions. So they decide to go for one last swim at the submerged factory located at the quarry. This time they do a little skinny-dipping while engaging in a little sexual experimenting with each other. But recent rains have raised the water level enough to make them choose a different route out of the factory. Things become tense when they are accidentally separated and have to try finding each other in submerged hallways before they can’t hold their breath any longer. (18 pages)

Dangling (Hanging) the little slut – Emma is at it again during her shift at the biker bar, teasing and flirting with the males right in front of their girlfriends. Two biker chicks don’t take too kindly to her shenanigans. They return with a rope to teach her a lesson at closing time. They take her down to the beach where they decide to leave her dangling by her neck under the pier while the tide is coming in. (15 pages)

Bucket List (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-11-19)

9276 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of erotic stories for your reading enjoyment.

Bucket List – A story using some JustPaul renders as illustrations about a woman who enjoys sex and has a bucket list. Somewhere on that list is fucking a lifeguard. And she realizes she’s never had sex at the bottom of a pool either. It’s a challenge she cannot resist, one she hopes her lungs are up to the task of handling. It’s a risky challenge considering anyone passing by can look in and see them through the wire fence. (13 pages)

Kelly and the Wetsuit – Kelly invites Emma to come over and try on a new wetsuit she has purchased specifically for her. But Emma soon discovers her role-play friend has something extra in mind as she is tied up, suited up with scuba gear and then tossed into the backyard pool. Kelly comes down in her own gear to watch and rub one out while Emma wriggles and squirms as she runs out of air. (6 pages)

Cave Surprise (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-20-19)

26659 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a reworked JustPaul illustrated tale followed by a long “dry” story written by request and released by permission.

Cave Surprise – Cassandra heads out to do a little moonlight freediving when she has a surprise encounter with another woman in a set of caverns with her own set of scuba gear. They enjoy some mutual groping as well as a little fun and frolic, engaging in a playful game of hide and seek. But the game ends abruptly the moment Cassie learns she’s been lured into a dangerous situation. (13 pages. My thanks to JustPaul for the 5 illustrating poser renders.)

Processing Day – The highlight of this bundle is a custom story about a futuristic world where overpopulation and the loss of livestock results in females being processed for food. Nadia gets the call; it’s her turn. Considering herself to be a patriot means she is a willing participant. So she calls a friend to come over for support. She meets the man who will be using the portable falling blade on her in her own home and learns this will be his first and that she must give in to his desires. She also learns the friend she invited over is much too eager to watch her lose her head, resulting in deliberate taunting and embarrassment. (A 47 page, mostly dialogue driven story)

Emma bundle 4 (8-20-19)

12357 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older, recently edited Emma stories, the female who keeps getting herself into trouble.

Going for a Ride – Emma goes out on the prowl, looking for a little action. But when she ends up making out with the girlfriend of a bad-tempered lesbian, she gets a knock on the head and a trip down to the river for her efforts. (9 pages)

Flash Flood – Emma goes for a ride with a guy on his motorcycle. When they reach their destination, he makes her give him a blowjob. Then she’s tossed into a pit and left alone to teach her a lesson for being such a tease. But a storm blows in and she’s caught in a flash flood as the hole she’s in fills with water. (11 pages)

Back in the filtration Tank – Emma climbs back into the filtration tank for another little play to get herself off, only to really get stuck as the water starts to rise. (5 pages)

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Water Babies Part III 4.2 (5)

Posted on August 24, 2019 by riwa

My growling stomach awakens me from my slumber. Nora is out like a light. I quietly climb out of bed without disturbing her.

 I slip into the shower and rinse myself off, trying to be quiet so as not to awaken her. When I come out I look around and see our clothes have been brought in and folded in piles on a couple of chairs. I get into mine and then slip out of the room.

 I pick up the smell of food and follow it to the dining room. It looks like everyone is sitting there eating. I’m warmly welcomed despite having brazenly fucked a couple of the wives here earlier in the day.

 I sit down at the table where Bart Williams asks if I took a nap. I tell him Nora is still sleeping but my stomach woke me up. “We can take care of that for you,” Sandra Levinson says with a knowing smile as she sends me a plate of food and something to drink. She looks different with her clothes on, but she acts as though nothing sexual happened between us earlier.

 Everyone is warm and friendly. I was concerned about having awkward feelings upon seeing them again after our wild orgy out in the pool. But they act as though it was no big deal.

 With my arrival the discussion turns to what I thought of the afternoon in the water. I tell them it was quite erotic, something I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams or fantasies. There’s good-natured laughter all around the table.

 I’m careful not to eat too much. I don’t want to be full in case there’s a serious attempt at round two. What’s interesting is the way the ladies act like it doesn’t bother them in the slightest over the way they’ve had different sexual companions earlier this afternoon.

 With the sun going down it’s suggested we have drinks outside. I like the idea and follow them out. We all sit around on the patio, sipping on our drinks while talking to each other.

 Joyce Burrows wants to know what I thought about seeing my wife at the bottom of the pool with her hands cuffed to the ladder and not being able to see. I tell her I found it more erotic than I could have imagined, especially the way the ladies took turns licking her out. I chuckle as I tell her, “I didn’t know she was bi, but you certainly gave her something to think about.”

 I find myself thinking about our feud which dampens my attitude. That’s when I tell everyone, “I want to thank you all for your kindness. I’m really sorry about the way Nora and I have been, well… not exactly getting along with each other.”

 “I sort of let everyone know about you and your wife,” Nora’s best friend Wilma replies. “I hope that was ok. I thought it would help if everyone understood the situation.”

 “I’m glad you did. I didn’t want to spoil such a great place and such wonderful people with our, uh… issues.”

 “You haven’t spoiled anything,” Gene Riley assures me. “In fact we were a little concerned we weren’t being hospitable. We wanted to make you feel welcome.”

 “Well, you certainly did that,” I tell them with a laugh, eyeing Sandra and Donna in particular.

 “I’m going inside to clean up,” Donna says to everyone. “That way I’ll be indoors if Nora wakes up and is hungry.”

 “I’ll help you,” Wilma adds. They get up and go inside as their husbands stay behind.

 “You took to sex underwater pretty damned quick, James,” Laura Williams tells me with a smile. “Do you and Nora do much back home?”

 “We have a hot tub, and we’ve done a little in the water. But what happened this afternoon was far more than our meager sessions. And to be honest, it was far more erotic.”

 “Oh? How’s that?”

 I look at her for a moment, but she seems genuinely interested. “Well, take pussy licking for instance. I don’t think Nora likes it very much… or at least that’s what I used to think before we came here. I once took video of me licking her out underwater in our hot tub. I licked her underwater for two minutes, but in the video she looks bored as hell.”

 “Bored?? The way you lick??” Sandra can’t believe it.

 “Two minutes?” Joyce repeats in surprise. “Really? Damn, boy! That sounds kind of hot!”

I wake up to discover James is no longer in the room. But I find my clothes in a pile. I decide a quick shower might be good before I get dressed. And I’m getting hungry.

After I shower I put my clothes back on. Then I head down to the kitchen. That’s when I encounter Donna and Wilma having coffee at the table.

Wilma sees me and smiles. “Have a nice nap, Nora?”

“You exhausted me,” I reply with a smile of my own.

Donna asks, “The good kind of exhaustion or the bad kind?”

“The good kind.”

“Even with all we put you through?” Wilma asks with a knowing look in her eye.

“I was helpless, so what could I do? I must admit I really enjoyed myself.”

“Good.”

Donna offers to fix me a plate of food. I accept, so she goes to the kitchen. She returns with a plate along with a fork and spoon. That’s when I realize how hungry I am.

The three of us talk about the afternoon. But there’s nothing brought up about James or my ongoing fight with him. For that I’m glad.

It occurs to me he might have observed what was happening to me while I was in the water. So I ask, “Do you know if James was watching while I was helpless in the pool?”

Wilma smiles as she tells me, “Oh, he was in the water having his own kind of fun.”

Donna adds, “Sandra and I were seeing to his ‘needs’ you might say while the three of us watched you. We had an air hose we were sharing down there.”

“So what did he think?” I ask hesitantly.

They look at each other for a moment. Donna finally says, “He seemed ok with it.”

Wilma looks at me and frowns. “You really need to let go of whatever it is you two are fighting over. It looked like you had a good time, and so did he. You might enjoy yourselves more if you could put this behind you.”

“Wilma, to be honest I can’t even remember what we’re fighting about. I’m not sure James does either.”

“Then why don’t you set it aside?”

“Because he was wrong.”

“How do you know if you can’t remember?”

“I remember he was wrong back then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure… at least I think so.”

They both look at me and shake their heads. I feel self-conscious as I take another mouthful of food. Damn.

Donna suggests we adjourn to the sun room. It has a limited view outside. She tells us we’ll be able to see some of what’s going on should anything interesting happen out there with the others. So I take my plate of food and follow them out of the dining room.

Joyce and Irene are intrigued at my ability to hold my breath while eating pussy. Melvin and Bart also say they’ve worked at holding their breath while licking. But they’re not sure they can match my two minutes.

 Out of curiosity I ask Sandra, “Did I last that long in the water with you and Donna?”

 “I don’t know for sure,” she says with a smile. “We can always find out.”

 Gene says he can time us if we want to try. Melvin and Bart both say they’re game. A moment later Joyce and Irene start to take their clothes off. Laura says she wants in on this too as she starts to undress.

 “Three guys and three girls,” Tom says with a smile. “Damn! This night is going to get good.”

 I look at Melvin and Bart who are both stripping out of their clothes. I shrug my shoulders as I follow suit. The women step naked into the large Jacuzzi tub, and we soon follow them in.

 “Pick your girl,” Gene tells me with a chuckle.

 Laura smiles as she asks, “Can’t they can rotate between us?”

 “Works for me,” Irene remarks, smiling as though she’s looking forward to it. It looks like Sandra is sitting this one out for now.

 I kneel in front of Joyce as Bart settles in front of Irene on my left. Farther down Melvin takes Laura. No man is doing his own wife, but apparently the husbands don’t seem to mind.

 “Ok, guys,” Gene says as he checks his watch. “I’ll count you down. We’ll see how long you can lick without a breath.”

 I smile at Joyce who smiles back at me and invitingly spreads her legs. I take long, deep breaths to get ready. When Gene calls out “GO” we all take a deep breath and submerge.

 I move in and start licking out Joyce. She has a tasty pussy, and I take my time with my tongue. The goal is to stay down for as long as possible, so I go slow and easy.

 She puts her hand on my head as I lick and nibble. It isn’t long before I hear moans above the surface. It’s arousing as hell hearing the ladies getting off on our tongues. In no time at all my cock starts to harden.

We’re just sitting down at a small table when we look out the window to see three women getting into the water naked. Three guys follow them right in. Each guy kneels in front of a female.

“What’s this?” Donna wants to know as she perks up with interest. Wilma looks on as though she’s also curious. It looks like Gene has a watch and is timing them.

The guys submerge together. A moment later it looks like they’re working on the pussy of the one sitting right in front of them. I recognize James as the one who is right in front of Joyce.

“Damn!” Donna blurts out. “We’re missing out!”

Wilma adds, “I wonder what started all that?” I shake my head as I take another bite of food. But my eyes never leave the scene.

We see three sets of bubbles come up. The women all have their heads tipped back. They seem to be enjoying what’s happening to them.

“An underwater pussy licking contest?” Donna muses thoughtfully.

Wilma looks at me as though gauging my reaction. “What do you think, Nora?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.”

For the moment I really don’t know. My eyes are on Joyce and how she’s reacting as James licks her out. She really seems to like what he’s doing to her.

“They’re still underwater,” Wilma observes. “Must be some sort of contest. I wonder what the winner gets.”

“Probably an underwater blowjob,” Donna chuckles. “Looks like fun.”

She turns to look at me questioningly. “What are you thinking, Nora?”

“I don’t know for sure.” Then I take another bite of my food.

 It’s such a turn-on hearing the girls gasp and moan. I glance over to see Bart has risen up. Melvin and I both come up at about the same time.

 “That’s a minute twenty for you two,” Gene calls out. “Not bad at all.”

 “Switch!” Joyce gasps excitedly. I think she wants another tongue in her twat.

 “It’s ok with me,” I tell the guys. So we shift our positions. Melvin takes Irene, I take Laura, and Bart gets Joyce.

 Laura gives me an eager look as I take long, deep breaths to prepare. “Ready, guys?” Gene asks. Then he blurts out, “GO!”

 I take a deep breath and submerge. Laura parts her legs for me and I go right in. In about twenty seconds I have her moaning.

 I heard gasps and groans as Laura puts her hand on my head. She humps my face as I try to pace myself. I want to last longer if I can.

 I hear groans as the guys on either side of me lick the pussies in front of them. The women really love what we’re doing to them. I had no idea my mention of licking Nora’s pussy underwater would lead to this impromptu contest. But I’m really enjoying myself although my cock is hard and throbbing.

We watch from the sun room as the guys come up and change partners. Gene gets ready to time them again. It looks like this time James will be working on Laura.

I’m reminded of the way I was licked out tied to the pool ladder earlier this afternoon. I didn’t think I would like it as much as I did. It occurs to me I might get it more often from James if only I gave him a little encouragement.

“Wow; look at ‘em go!” Wilma gasps. I can tell she’s getting all turned on. It looks like her husband Ford is smiling out there, even though he’s missing out.

Laura tips her head back and cries out as she grabs James’ head. Bubbles come up from her crotch as he gives her a really good licking. It’s never been a strong sexual activity for me. But for some reason my pussy really starts to tingle.

“Gawd!” Donna pants breathlessly.

“That’s so hot!” Wilma adds.

“Yeah,” I breathe quietly. “It certainly is.” They both turn and eye me for a moment. Then they smile before turning back to watch.

I ask myself what there is about what I’m watching that makes it so hot right now. Seeing it in porn has never done a thing for me. But right now I find it such a turn-on.

Is it because I’m watching James get another woman off with his tongue? I look closer at Laura’s face and see how blissed out she is. The more I stare, the more turned on I become.

They’re down longer before they start coming up one at a time. James comes up last. Laura gives him a deep, soulful kiss, probably as her way of saying thanks. Maybe I should be jealous, but I find myself kind of turned on at the way he pleasured her.

Gene tells me I came up at a minute forty-eight. Now Irene wants a shot at my tongue. She looks so excited as she tells me, “Get your ass over here, James!”

 I move in front of her as we all swap partners again. Gene says, “It definitely looks like James has the lead on this, guys. He must be practicing in his hot tub back home.”

 I laugh with everyone as the guys and I start taking long, deep breaths to prepare. Irene looks like she’s really looking forward to this. But I am too. I’ve enjoyed two different pussies so far, but I’m anticipating hers to be just as tasty.

 Gene yells, “GO!” and we all take a deep breath and submerge. Irene’s legs are spread so I have easy access. I move in and start nibbling on her clit, letting my tongue explore between her labia as bubbles dribble out of my mouth.

 The moans start up again as we all go at it. I’d love to make Irene cum if I can. I think the other guys preheated her, so I might have a chance.

 I hear a trio of gasps and moans at the surface as I take my time working her up into a lather. Irene grabs my head and forces my mouth against her pussy. I nibble on her clit some more as my tongue starts to poke and probe.

 She lets out little gasps as I tongue-fuck her sweet opening. Her thighs come together as she holds me in place while I release bubbles into her pussy. I just want to stay underwater for as long as I can while giving her pleasure.

 I hear grunts and moans from the other guys along with the occasional burst of bubbles. I can tell they’re enjoying themselves every bit as much as I am. Then Irene’s moans start to intensify as she humps my face a little harder.

We watch as the women down in the water writhe and moan. Poor Sandra looks like she’s in agony missing out on all the fun. She looks like she’s touching herself while she watches.

I look at Irene, wondering if James might make her cum. What will that look like? And how will I feel about it?

Right now I’m feeling strangely aroused. Donna and Wilma gasp and pant as though they’re all caught up in watching what’s happening. A part of me wishes I was down there experiencing it. Then I tell myself I’m glad I’m not there so as not to spoil the mood.

Joyce starts gasping and crying out. Irene looks like she’s humping James’ face really good. Then we all hear a cry as she stiffens and shudders.

Laura glances right and left as she gasps “Fuck – fuck – fuck!” Joyce lets out a cry of her own as she cums hard. But it’s Irene I’m watching as she writhes and cries out.

The ladies all end up gasping and panting. Melvin comes up first, followed by Bart. James comes up last, and for some reason I feel a sense of pride he stayed down the longest.

“Damn, that was hot!” Donna breathes.

“Lucky bitches!” Wilma adds.

“He made her cum!” I pant to no one in particular. “Gawd; he really made her cum!”

The ladies turn to look at me questioningly. I just shake my head in amazement. “He really made her cum! Why the hell was it such a turn-on to see him make her cum??” They both chuckle knowingly at me before turning back to watch.

 Gene tells me I made it to two ten. Irene grabs me and pulls me to her. The kiss she gives me is long and hard.

 I hear Gene tell everyone, “Ok, James; we believe your two-minute story. Damn; that was hot. I guess James wins.”

 “What do I win?” I ask curiously. I’m just glad I got to pleasure all three and got to help make Irene cum.

 “I say we switch places,” Joyce announces. “The guys held their breath licking us out. I say we hold our breath sucking cock.”

 “I’m in!” Laura declares enthusiastically.

 “Me too!” Irene adds as she motions to change positions with me.

 I can already tell how much she wants to suck my dick. It’s a hell of a turn-on, being as how Nora doesn’t like giving blowjobs very much. I’m really looking forward to this.

 She kneels in front of me in the water where she reaches out and grabs my cock. “Damn, he’s already hard! This is going to be fun!”

 Melvin’s sitting right next to me, but Laura’s already submerged and is blowing him underwater. Sexy bubbles come up, indicating she’s not wasting any time.

 As for Joyce, she’s already underwater blowing Bart. Gene looks like he doesn’t know what to do with his watch. Irene grins at me, loudly gasps, “Mine!” and then goes under to get started.

 Bubbles come up as she latches onto my cock with her mouth. She goes nice and slow, teasing me at first. Then she starts to work up a rhythm, taking me deeper and deeper as more bubbles come up.

 Next to me the guys are gasping as they push down on the heads of Joyce and Laura. Irene is so talented that I don’t know what to do with myself. I lie back against the edge and let her do her thing as I try not to cum prematurely, her talented mouth and tongue working me over as more sexy bubbles come up.

 I watch as all three guys receive blowjobs while the girls hold their breath underwater. I shake my head in wonder. How can they suck those things the guys use to relieve their bladders??

Wilma and Donna both watch. They are clearly turned on at the moment. I’m not really sure I get it, especially since I remember not sucking a lot of cock during my last visit.

I look at James and watch his reaction. He looks like he’s really turned on by what Irene is doing to him. I see three sets of bubbles coming up in the crotches of the three naked guys.

At this moment I’m still not really sure I get it. But it’s clear James is enjoying the blowjob he’s receiving. Irene’s really sucking pleasure into my husband.

The women pop up at different times for a breath and then go right back down one after the other. It looks like the breath-hold contest has been set aside. Sandra looks like she’s eager to join the playful activity.

“I don’t get it,” I finally admit, blushing my embarrassment.

“Don’t get what?” Donna asks.

“How you can suck on something that pees?”

“Simple,” Wilma says with a smile. “It’s to give pleasure to our men. The cock that pees is the same one that goes into your pussy. You don’t want him to stop fucking you over that, do you?”

“Well… no. I guess I… I don’t know… there’s just something about it that seems… gross?”

“Disgustingly fun if you ask me,” Donna says as she excitedly watches the action down below. “It looks like Irene is really giving your James pleasure.”

“Yeah, it sure does.”

I see Sandra say something to Gene who smiles and nods his head. He goes over to a small cabinet nearby and opens it up. When he returns he’s got one of those blackened masks as well as a set of handcuffs.

I watch as she adjusts the dive mask down over her face so she cannot see. Then he slowly strips her out of her clothes while the guys all watch. When she’s totally naked he cuffs her arms behind her back.

“I got a present for you guys!” he laughs at the inhabitants of the Jacuzzi. “It seems Sandra is feeling left out and wants to play.” Then he flips her over into the Jacuzzi.

She lets out a cry before hitting with a splash onto her back. When she comes up sputtering Melvin, Bart, Joyce and Laura are right there to start touching, fondling, poking and prodding. Joyce pushes her down to make her suck on Bart’s cock underwater as everyone laughs and applauds.

“How can she do that?” I ask nervously. “I’d have a hard time, uh… giving up control like that.”

“You gave up control in the pool as I recall.”

I look at Wilma for a long moment before replying, “Yeah, but I didn’t have any control over that.” She just laughs.

Sandra’s definitely become the center of attention. Irene grabs her when she comes up for air and forces her to suck James underwater. He smiles, looking as though he’s really enjoying himself.

I find myself reeling with jealousy and a certain sadness. It looks like they are all having fun out there. It occurs to me Sandra is being treated similar to what happened to me earlier today – being blind, helpless and pleasured. I realize I really liked when it was done to me.

I feel the conflict rise up within me at what I’m considering. Then I consciously make my decision. In a somewhat timid voice I tell Donna and Wilma, “I want to learn how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Suck cock… and maybe, uh… learn how to give up a little more control.”

“You really mean that?” Wilma asks dubiously. I nod my head. I feel sad James is enjoying himself over something I’m not normally willing to give him. I want to see what I can do to improve on that score.

Wilma looks me right in the eye as though she doesn’t believe a word of it. “Tell me you want to suck cock and be taught a lesson like they’re doing to Sandra out there.”

I take a deep breath to compose myself. Then I nervously tell her, “I want to s-suck cock and be taught a lesson like they’re doing to Sandra out there.”

“You really mean that, Nora?”

“I mean it, Wilma.” That’s when I decide that I really do truly mean it.

“Go get our husbands, Donna. Let’s see if Nora here is willing to put her money where her mouth is… or should I say ‘put a cock where her mouth is?” Donna looks at me with a wicked smile that sends erotic shivers down my spine before she gets up to go fetch their husbands.

© 2017 (written Nov 15 ’17 by riwa)

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The Peace Treaty 13-14 3.8 (4)

Posted on August 18, 2019 by riwa

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

 Author’s note: This is written by request for Arachnid with his permission and with him previewing the material, being as how it is his original idea.

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. (Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)

 

13 Desperate Pleasures

Prince Osman tenderly dries me off in the bathroom before going into the other room in a robe and arranging for the bloodstained sheets to be changed. When a maid accomplishes that task he returns for me, carrying me back into the main room. He gently places me down upon the bed as though fearful he might break me. Then he removes his robe before climbing in next to me.

This time his kisses are like rose petals as he covers my naked body with them. He suckles gently upon my breasts, filling me with a terrible fire of desire. Then he gently moves down between my legs, tenderly kissing me until his mouth finds my hardened nub, his tongue lapping between the folds of my labia.

I writhe and moan, totally astonished how a man I had once loathed can fill me with such passion and longing. His loving tongue brings me to orgasm once… and then once again. Then he gently climbs on top of me and slides his erect member into my warm, wet orifice.

His thrusts are slow and measured, bringing me to new heights of pleasure. His lovemaking increases with intensity as he takes me to a higher plateau. Then we come crashing down together in mutual orgasm, our writhing, sweaty bodies pressing hungrily against each other.

As we rest together in each other’s arms he apologizes for his cruel actions of the last couple of days. It shames me to think I have despised him so. I plant kisses all over his face, apologizing profusely for my own terrible thoughts and actions.

We talk long into the night of unfulfilled hopes and dreams. We talk of our families and how much we will miss them. We talk of the peace process where I learn he now despises it every bit as much as I do. Then he brings up my handmaiden Gabrielle.

“I am sorry, Princess,” he murmurs sadly as tears well up in his eyes. “I’m afraid I took this to the council. I do not know if it can be undone. They will expect a morning sacrifice.”

He pauses before shamefully lowering his head. Then he tells me in a quiet voice, “I will understand if you cannot forgive me for this offense. It is an appropriate reaction for the harm I’ve inflicted upon you.”

I can see in his eyes he is deeply remorseful by this. I cannot help but be moved as I gently kiss his cheek. “I know you are grieved, my Lord. I cannot – I will not – hold this against you. As much as I may wish to, I simply cannot. You have captured my heart. It is the war and the actions of the council that has led us to this point.”

“It is a heavy burden we both must bear,” he agrees, sighing heavily. “I do not know how we are to take the events of the past two days into a marriage forced upon us by those who seek to make peace after they have made war for so long.”

“Very heavy indeed. I do not know how I will be able to carry such a burden. But I am Capree, so I must try.”

“I am sorry my people placed this upon your shoulders, Princess.”

“And I am sorry my people have done the same to you, my Lord.”

“May I call you…?” he starts to ask hesitantly. I nod my head. Then he breathes “Little one” as he softly and lovingly strokes my hair. Tears fill my eyes.

We quietly discuss the scheduled morning events and what may happen to Gabrielle. Our hearts are broken with so much sadness and grief. How can we who are so young deal with the actions of our elders?

We look deeply into each other’s eyes. I see resignation there… and something else. It is the same that is reflected back to him from my own eyes. Would it even be possible?

We are silent for the longest time, looking at each other as we communicate so much with just our eyes… our expressions. Speech no longer seems necessary. Then we hear a noise outside the window that causes us to turn as one to investigate.

Surely it cannot be the gallows; the hour is not right. The block also seems unlikely. Still, is it possible someone has committed an execution in the wee hours of the morning?

We turn to look at each other, again both thinking the same thing. We suddenly wrap ourselves up in each other’s arms, kissing each other fiercely. Time is so short; the sun will soon intrude with its rays through the window.

Instinctively we begin to writhe together, the two of us making wild, passionate love as though the end of the world is upon us. We bring each other to orgasm again and again, engaging in desperate pleasures. But we are forced to call a halt to our union when the windows lighten with the rising of the sun.

Regretfully I am forced to dress before departing to my room. To prepare for my wedding day? Or for something else? Inwardly I have already decided.

“I will meet up with you then in the hotel lobby?” the Prince says quietly. And with that I know we are both in agreement.

“I will meet you there, my Lord,” I murmur with a nod. I give him one last, tender kiss. Then I slip out the door. Arrangements must be made. There is so little time…

14 The Last Flash of the Scimitar

Gabrielle quietly helps me dress in the room we share. Few words are spoken, the two of us knowing she is to be beheaded within a short time. When she has helped me into my modest bridal gown I hug her fiercely, the two of us sobbing quietly.

“I love you, Gabrielle,” I tell her, blinking tears out of my eyes. “I am going to miss you so very much.”

“And I you,” she says in a reserved voice. “Do not mourn me, little one. I go to my death with a glad heart. I go for you and for Capree.” It is not lost on me that she too has grown disgusted with the whole peace process.

We walk together down to the hotel lobby where Prince Osman is waiting for us. He looks so fine in his formal wear and my love for him surges within my bosom. Then we walk to the hotel concierge where we sign the requisite forms.

“Little one?” my handmaiden asks in confusion. “Am I not supposed to sign my own…?” But I interrupt her with a wave of my hand.

“As you have signed for me these days, so I now sign for you.” But she is still confused.

“Am I not supposed to…?” and again I wave her to silence. Yet she persists.

“But you and the Prince… you have just signed TWO forms, have you not?”

“Is my handmaiden questioning me?” I ask her sternly. She is properly chastised and bows her head.

“No, little one. I am simply here to serve.”

“Good. Then let us go forth.”

The Prince smiles at me as I take his arm. Gabrielle leads us out to the deck. My heartrate increases at what is to come.

A crowd has gathered as have two cameras. For such a solemn and special occasion there are now two news crews. For some reason my heart is light, as though a cumbersome weight has finally been lifted.

The day is sunny as we reach the deck, a bright sunshine as though heralding a new day. When we arrive an important looking man sees us and promptly steps up onto the deck in full view of the crowd and the cameras. Gabrielle is understandably nervous.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he announces with a flare. “It is our great pleasure to announce to you today a negotiated peace between our two countries – Bakir and Capree.” His announcement is met with applause.

“To consummate this process we are about to witness the joining of two citizens of our two great countries. But first we will all bear witness to a final shedding of blood in celebration of the peace we have struggled for so long to achieve.”

There is more applause as he motions for the Prince to come forward. He steps away from me and takes his place near the block and the scimitar that waits to be stained crimson, taking yet one more life. Then he formally nods at Gabrielle and I.

My handmaiden swallows hard. Then she bravely takes one step forward before I grab her shoulder, stopping her. “Not this time, Gabrielle,” I tell her softly. Then I smile sadly as I hand her the two papers.

She looks at me in astonishment. Then she quickly skims them both. A moment later she stares at me in complete and utter shock.

“Not a word,” I tell her sternly, holding up a finger in warning. “Not one word; do you understand?”

She is totally dumbfounded as tears fill her eyes. Then she nods her head, silently mouthing the words, “I love you, little one.” Then I turn and make the short walk to the deck.

There is an audible gasp from the crowd as astonished conversations start to break out everywhere. “Now just a moment!” the important looking man stammers. “This is not proper!”

“There will be silence in the crowd!” Prince Osman demands loudly.

The clamoring voices are reduced to murmurs. When he has everyone’s attention he makes a loud proclamation. “THIS is what we think of your cursed Peace Accord!”

I am trembling when I reach him and carefully kneel. I work his trousers and free his flaccid manhood. With an incredible excitement I use my hands to harden him to the astonished gasps of the onlookers.

As he hardens I take him into my mouth. I use that opportunity to pleasure him one last time the way he has given me such pleasure in his room these last few hours. Now I simply take my time, reveling in my new role.

At long last he gives me the precious gift of his last load. Some of it splatters my face as I take him out of my mouth at the last second. I savor the flavor of his seed on my tongue, regretting that circumstances have led us to this moment in time. But we both know we cannot marry under the terrible burden the council has placed upon us.

When I am done I help zip up his trousers. Then we wrap our arms around each other in a loving embrace.

“I love you, my Lord,” I breathe tenderly as he proceeds to tie my hands behind my back.

“And I love you, little one,” he replies when he is finished with the knots, tears in his eyes as he gently kisses my forehead.

He turns to the crowd expectantly as they stand in stunned silence.  Then he turns back to me… whereupon he viciously rips my gown down the front, exposing my breasts. There is another audible gasp from the gathered spectators.

“THIS is what the council wants!” he proclaims, motioning at me as I quiver from an incredible excitement. “They want blood and the humiliation of our enemies. And so they shall have it! I shall now execute this Capree woman – a maiden I have come to love and cherish – as befitting the council’s wisdom!”

He brutally shoves me down upon my knees, forcing my head upon the block. A couple of indignant voices start to cry out in protest, no doubt members of the council. Clearly this is not what they were anticipating.

They are cut off with a roar from Prince Osman. “SILENCE! MY BETROTHED HAS SIGNED THE PAPERS!” They are stunned into silence.

In confirmation, my handmaiden obediently lifts them up in trembling hands as the cameras turn to capture them being displayed. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she now understands what is about to happen here today. Then she nods at me with a look of love and pride mixed with great sadness in her eyes.

I am trembling from an intense excitement I have never known until now. My death is imminent yet my senses have never been so sharp nor my arousal so pronounced. I am exposed and humiliated. But this is the only way for me, and I welcome it with open arms.

I have never felt a greater peace than I do at this very moment. I am to be sacrificed like a commoner – a willing Capree whore. Yet it is what I desire and the Prince totally understands this.

He takes the scimitar and holds it above me, measuring his strike. I try to stretch my neck out further, giving him a good target. I feel his eyes upon my exposed breasts and I tremble excitedly from his hungering gaze.

He carefully brings the blade down to measure his stroke. It nicks my neck. It is deliberate on his part and it triggers my orgasm.

An incredible wave of white-hot pleasure flows through me as I moan weakly. My beloved has blessed me with one last kindness – a climax of epic proportions. “Slay me, my Lord,” I breathe, my body trembling as I am barely able to contain my euphoria. Then he lifts the blade upward before quickly bringing it down.

I hear a loud THUNK! All sensations below my neck immediately cease as my world tumbles. My head bounces off the deck and I am amazed I am still conscious.

A moment later I feel like am flying as I am lifted upward to face the audience. There is stunned silence from some… polite applause from others. I would laugh if I could make the sound emerge from my lips.

I am turned to see my body writhing in orgasm, blood spurting out of my neck as it spasms in its death throes. A yellow stain appears on my dress. My dying corpse has just pissed itself.

I no longer care as it does not matter anymore. It is most appropriate for a Capree whore. I would smile with satisfaction were I capable of moving my facial muscles.

The last thing I see is the face of my Lord, a look of love mixed with sorrow in his eyes. I have a fleeting memory of our time together back in his room. I mentally thank him for those few precious, glorious hours. Then my vision gives out as he tenderly kisses my lips.

For a moment I am in darkness. Then I see a growing light, followed by the appearance of several shapes. It is my family, eagerly rushing forward to greet me.

Mother takes me in her arms, sobbing with tears of gladness. “I knew you would be joining us, little one,” she beams, kissing my face over and over again. “Somehow I just knew it.” It is my last conscious thought as I am filled with great joy. Then I am enveloped in the total blackness of death…

EPILOGUE:

Gabrielle hands the papers over to Dunstan, Prince Osman’s best man. I have signed for her to execute my Lord, just as he signed to execute me. Then she comes forward and takes the scimitar from the Prince.

She binds him and has him kneel with his head upon the block before the gathered spectators as well as the members of a truly shocked council. Before the last flash of the scimitar he calls out to the crowd and to the cameras…

“We cannot live under this peace if we are forced to execute the people we hold most dear! I loved this Capree maiden! And yet I was compelled to execute her at her request, just as this Capree woman is executing me at my request! If the council cannot see the atrocities of the past couple of days then maybe our people deserve to slaughter each other until none are left! As for me, I place this debacle wholly upon the heads of the members of the council!” Then he turns to my handmaiden.

“Make sure little one and I are buried together. May you have a long and happy life, Gabrielle. I am ready.” Then he leans forward and bares his neck.

“You are an honorable man, Prince Osman,” she replies, tears in her eyes as she measures her strike. “It will be done.” Then she carefully hefts the blade upward before bringing it down…

THUNK!

The head of the Prince flies off his neck. Ironically it rolls to a stop at the feet of the important looking man who began the proceedings. The man is utterly horrified, covering his mouth with his hands in shock as the face of Prince Osman glares up at him accusingly.

POSTSCRIPT:

Prince Osman and I are buried together. But there is a lasting peace between our two countries. The individual members of the council in their shame all volunteer to be executed for the cruelty of the proceedings they inflicted upon all parties.

Gabrielle and Dunstan are assigned the duties of executing each one. Not surprisingly they fall in love and get married. But they choose to stay upon the island, facilitating executions for those of our two peoples who come of their own free will to face death for whatever reasons each individual harbors.

2011; 2018 (written for Arachnid Dec 25 ’11; ed. Aug 26 ‘18 by riwa)

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