Come to me my lovely, slimy eels 4.3 (32)

Posted on July 12, 2019 by riwa

Come to me my lovely, slimy eels

by guest author Krogen

Part 1

I want to tell you a story that is erotic and arousing.

Yet it is so perverse, so debased that you probably won’t believe it.

Let me assure you what I am about to tell you did happen.

I am a senior executive at a large pharmaceutical company.

We have a contract with another drug research company owned by a brilliant, bio-engineer.

His name is Stewart and by now he is easily a billionaire.

He is doing amazing, experimental work with gene splicing with special emphasis on aquatic species.

I was invited to a dinner party by Stewart at his house.

Our company had been told Stewart would be conducting some type of product demonstration.

I didn’t have much of a choice — I had to attend. My wife was ill and so I went alone.

That’s a good thing because my wife probably would have become even more ill watching what happened that night.

Then again, my wife might have enjoyed this perverse event more than I did.

My limo driver dropped me at Stewart’s mansion in Westchester County, just north of New York City.

After dinner about 50 people descended into a large room where Stewart housed one of the largest fresh water aquariums I have ever seen.

The aquarium was built into the structure so that only one glass wall could be seen.

This glass wall was easily 40 feet long and ten or twelve feet high.

This monster of an aquarium was filled with water, but surprisingly empty of any fish.

Stewart spoke saying: “Ladies and gentlemen — many of you know that one of my companies is doing extensive work in marine biology and genomic research.

“Tonight we announce a new biological creation.

“Using gene splicing techniques we have made considerable changes in the physiology and behavior of male Amazon eels.

“These new eels have no teeth and are now tame.

“Most important their behavior has been genetically transformed to make them a living pleasure toy for women.”

Some people started to laugh. I could understand why because what Stewart was saying sounded so silly.

This was so over the top ridiculous I thought Stewart had finally lost his mind.

But Stewart was absolutely serious.

Still — talking about genetically modified eels becoming a living pleasure toy for women sounded way over the top.

The giggling stopped abruptly when Stewart pushed a button and five eels swam into the aquarium.

Two were huge — at least twelve feet long. Three others varied in length from perhaps three-to six-feet.

They were iridescent in a dark purple color. Each was as thick as my wrist.

As the eels swam around they opened their mouths — surprisingly there were no teeth to be seen.

While Stewart was speaking I saw a tall, strikingly beautiful redhead standing alone near the aquarium.

She was so stunning I thought she must be a model.

She was wearing a skin-tight oriental-style gown with a slit that ran almost to her waist.

The dress looked like a second skin and was perfectly molded around her slim body and full breasts.

She had on cherry-red six-inch heels. Her hair hung straight down her back.

It didn’t take much imagination to realize this woman might be having an affair with the married Stewart.

Stewart continued: “These eels are designed to pleasure a woman and bring her to orgasm after orgasm while she is relaxing in a hot tub, or swimming or free diving or scuba diving among them.

“They can live in salt water or fresh water.

“Most important, the secretions that make eels so slick and slimy, are enhanced. This jelly-like lubrication does not wear off.

“Our tests have shown the eels are not harmful and we know they will not bite.

Stewart turned to the redheaded woman.

“My beautiful W has volunteered to demonstrate how the eels can give her pleasure.”

It was shocking to see how eager the woman appeared to be.

I began to think she had participated in this experiment or demo before.

She turned so Stewart could pull down the zipper in the back of her dress. It crumpled at her feet.

W — if that really was her real name — was standing nude except for heels and her earrings in front of all of us.

She stood proud and not the least bit embarrassed.

Her nipples were already hard. Her shaved pussy glistened in the dim lighting.

She quickly walked up some stairs and stopped on a platform next to the aquarium.

What seemed so weird was that the eels had stopped swimming and their faces were turned up as if watching and waiting for the nude W to join them.

She slipped off her high heels dove perfectly into the pool. She was holding a scuba regulator.

The regulator was attached to a long hose to some hidden air tank.

“No dive mask, no fins.” I heard Stewart say to the crowd. “Watch what happens….”

Each of the biggest eels wrapped around W’s feet and were undulating downward pulling the beautiful woman toward the bottom.

Everyone in the audience could see the eels were terrifically strong.

W smiled at us and got a deep breath of air from the regulator.

Then two mid-size eels undulated toward her. Each opened its mouth and in a blink had fastened on to her nipples.

They began sucking gently on them — as gentle as any baby. The woman threw her head back — removed the air regulator and started holding her breath. It was pretty clear she was enjoying her nipples being sucked by the eels.

Just watching all this — I must tell you — by this time I had a powerful erection.

It was so fucking weird — like something out of a porn sci-fi story.

I removed my hands from my pockets so I would not get caught stroking myself while watching this underwater demonstration. But this event was just getting started.

While continuing to suck on W’s engorged nipples the two mid-size eels began to wrap around her breasts.

They started constricting and then partly releasing — massaging her breasts while never stopping their gentle sucking on her nipples.

One of the larger eels moved up the redhead’s left leg. Soon its head was brushing up and down against her cunt.

W — still holding her breath — did not attempt to resist as the head of the eel started pushing into her pussy.

Everyone in the audience was focused on what was happening.

This hybrid, unnatural ell started moving deeper into the woman’s cunt — the slime it secreted from its skin must have eliminated most, but not all of the friction.

This eel seemed to grow thicker — expanding become much, much thicker than any man’s cock.

We could see W grasp the thick eel with both hands and start to push it deeper into her cunt.

I could not turn away from watching. I was disgusted — but to my shame — it also felt arousing. God help me I was getting turned watching some freak eel fuck a beautiful woman underwater.

By now the woman had been holding her breath well over a minute. She smiled at us and then moaned — closing her eyes in pleasure as some air escaped from her lips.

The eel’s head was twisting and weaving back and forth against the walls of her pussy — straining to enter her as deeply as possible.

We could see W’s cunt walls were expanding and elongating to fully accept the slimy eel. For its part the eel started slowly moving in and out — back and forth — inside the woman’s wanton pussy.

W had closed her eyes obviously enjoying what appeared to be intense pleasure.

The eel’s in-out movement was increasing — moving faster.

As yet the woman underwater had not taken a fresh breath of air from the scuba regulator. I couldn’t believe how long she was going without air.

This bio-engineered creature — started deep fucking the woman underwater and she loved it.

A video cameras outside the aquarium with their bright red lights were recording every second.

A woman standing nearby said out loud: “I want to try that.”

Another woman a few feet away said “fuck yes let’s try it.”

The underwater scene was mesmerizing.

The beautiful W was floating, weightless, perhaps 10 feet beneath the surface. Her legs were slightly bent and spread open in a completely shameless, fuck-me pose.

Two eels were squeezing her breasts and sucking on her thick nipples. Another larger eel was penetrating and stroking back and forth in and partly out of her cunt.

More long moments passed when suddenly W underwater shrieked out – a full scream with huge bubbles of air escaping her open lips. She was climaxing from the eels.

All this time she had been holding her breath — wanting to experience some type of asphyxiation climax.

She fumbled for the air regulator — but as she reached for it she must have experienced yet another orgasm.

She stopped and moaned again — her hips flexing back and forth, matching the in and out penetration of the eel.

I thought someone better fucking rescue that woman because she’s climaxing and starting to drown.

W stopped all motion and started to sink. She was drowning.

She neared the bottom — a continuous, but slowly steam of air bubbles coming from her partly open lips. Her chest started to convulse — her body bucking forward and back.

The eel remained in her cunt. The other two continued sucking on her nipples.

At the last possible moment W opened her eyes and was able to grab the air regulator and replenish her lungs.

But this show was not over.

The fourth eel was still wrapped around one of her legs. Now its head began to stretch upward — pushing between her taut, ass cheeks — stretching them open.

The beautiful woman did not resist.

She appeared to bend slightly forward as if to encourage the eel to enter her ass.

The eel’s forward motion had stopped as if its head was against the beautiful woman’s sphincter. Then it started slowly penetrating her asshole — it’s gentle in and out movement must have helped dilate that muscle. First an inch of the eel’s body disappeared — then another inch.

This eel’s body was impossibly thick, but its slimy coating must have made it easier to enter her rectum.

I expected W’s face to register some pain, but to my utter astonishment there was even more joy on her face. I could not turn my eyes away as another couple of inches of the eel disappeared into her rectum.

The audience could see the eel moving up and in — slowly, but deeply pushing inside the eager woman’s ass.

By now the heads of both eels were so deep they had to be nearly touching each other — separated only by a thin barrier. This kind of nearly pain-free absolute pleasure from double penetration was beyond anything most women could imagine.

Even through the glass wall we in the audience could hear W’s moans of pleasure. Through her air regulator we could hear her say — “My God, my God this feels so good. Aaahhhaaa.”

W must have climaxed again. We could see thick gobs of white secretions from the eel’s bodies being pushed or forced out from the woman’s cunt and ass.

Each time she thrust forward her labia bulged outward due to the eel’s thickness. Each time she pushed backwards the eel in her ass was swallowed deeper.

You may be wondering whether anyone in the audience should have tried to stop this demonstration.

No one moved.

Everyone wanted to continue watching what pleasure the dual penetration and the hypnotic effect of the sucking on nipples was having on the woman.

By now she had been underwater for nearly half an hour. Much of that time she had been breath-holding.

W seemed to be experiencing one continuous climax — screaming out her pleasure either through the regulator or more often exhaling air through her open mouth.

The eels were patient, yet insistent. They were not rushing. It was as if her pleasure was the only thing that mattered to them.

Her orgasms didn’t appear to stop — her body continued undulating, back and forth with each thrust from the eels.

It had to be beyond intense for W.

By now much of her body was hidden by the slimy creatures.

One eel wrapped around her legs and hips pushing and pulling back and forth, thrusting into her pussy. Another was wrapped around her other leg while penetrating her ass. Two others wrapped around her breasts — pulling and sucking on her engorged nipples.

Later we learned the white eel secretions were also having some physical and psychological effect on W.

Somehow the white substance was enhancing her desire for more sex — for more orgasms — while eliminating any painful friction. That was saying a lot considering how thick the eel’s bodies were that were entering her.

The business side of me kicked in.

Could my company make any money selling this bio-engineered animals? Would women buy such creatures? Would such intense pleasure from a bio-engineered creature mean women could start ignoring men? Would men be able to compete with such creatures?

Breeding these animals and selling them as some sort of bathtub or swimming pool sex toy meant Stewart’s company or my company could make millions more in profits.

I stopped thinking about business when I heard another powerful, yet pleasurable scream from W.

She was screaming out another climax — this time with her mouth fully open.

That was a mistake.

Her scuba regulator fell from her mouth. The eels around her body made finding it difficult.

The fifth eel — a smaller one that had been swimming around, suddenly started wrapping around W’s throat with its head pushing between her open lips.

This demonstration was not over.

 

Part 2

I am a senior level executive at a large pharmaceutical company.

Along with 50 other guests I had been invited to a dinner party and then a product demo at a mansion owned by a brilliant bio-engineer named Stewart.

Now I was watching a perverse, yet a highly erotic event in which five gene-spliced Amazon eels were pleasuring a naked woman swimming in a large aquarium.

I know this sounds impossible — even crazy.

But there is no doubt in my mind these dangerous eels had been transformed with genetic enhancements into some type of tame creatures with their sole purpose to give women pleasure.

For nearly half an hour a beautiful woman named W was underwater allowing the eels to penetrate her vagina and rectum. She had been free diving and only taking breaths intermittently from a scuba regulator attached to a long hose

While screaming out another orgasm W had let the air regular fall from her open lips.

One of the eels had wrapped around the woman’s neck. A second later it started trying to penetrate the beautiful, naked woman’s mouth.

At first W tried to resist. She tried to keep her lips closed, but the eel was pushing hard.

W kept twisting and turning — but this appeared to increase the pleasure she was getting from the eels fucking her pussy and ass.

Everyone in the audience could see the head of the last eel brushing back and forth across closed lips.

Stewart spoke to us again: “The slimy secretions not only reduce friction, but act like an aphrodisiac for women — it enhances sexual desire at least twice over.”

Women in the audience gasped and several made it clear they wanted to be additional test subjects.

I thought this is so much bull. Had Stewart — an agreed upon genius bioengineer — really discovered a substance to increase a woman’s libido?

Once again I could hardly believe my eyes.

W was tasting the slimy coating that was oozing from the eels around her throat and by her mouth.

W — the woman test subject — had opened her mouth and her tongue was dancing over the eel’s body slurping up the white coating. It was like she couldn’t get enough of it.

Still holding her breath W now eagerly opened her lips — encouraging the eel to enter her mouth. It did so — several inches deep. The eel started moving in and out between her lips.

The eel’s ebony skin appeared as satin smooth as any man’s cock. Yet it was covered in the white secretions.

The eels thick, firm head flicked left and right making each of W’s facial cheeks bulge outward.

This eel would pull back and then swim hard into the woman’s mouth — penetrating so deeply as to make her lower throat bulge outward.

We could hear the woman’s pleasure moans — each moan more air bubbles escaped her lungs, despite the eel deep down her throat.

I heard other moans coming from some men in the audience. I forced myself to turn away from the aquarium.

Holly shit.

Half a dozen women in the audience — still dressed in evening gowns — were on their knees deep throating and sucking off their husbands.

The husbands kept watching the woman in the aquarium getting fucked.

Why the hell were the women doing this?

Had they gotten so sexually aroused watching they wanted to please their husbands?

Had the husbands forced them to start giving head in a room full of strangers?

Then I noticed Steward walking around with a jar of white fluid giving a teaspoon full of the fluid to women who wanted a taste.

This can’t be real, I thought.

But it was.

The white substance had to be from the eels.

It appears this substance secreted by the eels really does have a powerful effect on women — so much so they didn’t hesitate to start deep throating their husbands during a public event.

I did not know where to watch.

Five of these bio-engineered eels were pleasuring W — the woman underwater — and it was clear she was experiencing one continuous pleasurable climax after another.

The eels in my ass and cunt were moving in unison — my clit was being massaged as it had never been before. No three men had ever filled me or given me such pleasure.

By now her lungs had to burning. Each time she moaned torrents of air shot from her mouth.

What shocked me was that W did not seem to care — the pleasure the eels were giving her made her forget the danger and risks she was taking.

Just then another impossibly strong climax must have ripped through her body. As she arched backward she was touching the bottom of the deep aquarium.

The eel in her mouth was deeper than ever.

Those in her ass and cunt kept twisting and thrusting.

W’s large nipples were completely encased in the mouths of the two eels wrapped around her breasts.

What had to be the last of the beautiful woman’s air bubbled out from around the eel lodged firmly in her mouth and throat.

W started choking and gagging.

It was like the beautiful lab technician had become unconscious from so many orgasms.

And now she was drowning.

Stewart — her boss — stopped giving out teaspoons of the eel secretions and motioned towards the platform on top of the aquarium.

Standing there was another stunning red-haired and naked woman as beautiful as W.

I thought they must be twins.

“Jessica help W,” commanded Stewart.

Jessica instantly dove into the water. She held a scuba regulator in her hand and was not using it.

This saving angel reached W in a moment and started to try and remove the eel lodged in W’s throat.

Now the slippery white substance caused a problem.

Jessica’s hands kept sliding down the eel’s body. She was unable to get a firm grip on the creature’s body.

W’s body was undergoing a series of spasms. Her diaphragm kept thrusting in and up as if trying to gulp a breath of air.

Seconds ticked by — Jessica redoubled her efforts.

W’s body was jerking back and forth, but none of the five eels had left her body.

As this was happening I heard several really loud grunts coming from men in the audience.

They had been watching W starting to drown and were themselves climaxing in their eager partner’s mouths.

“Jesus,” screamed a man standing to my left.

I glanced over and saw him jetting an enormous amount of his cum across the face of his kneeling wife. She looked like a porn star in ecstasy as he drenched her face.

Another man standing behind me was yelling “take it, take it” as he jetted his cum into the open mouths of two kneeling women — one obviously not his wife.

The whole fucking audience was caught up in a sort of sexy orgy with the wives leading the way.

I turned back to the drowning W.

With a huge effort Jessica managed to yank the eel from W’s mouth. Jessica shoved a free flowing regulator into her open mouth.

It looked to me like W had drowned.

The four eels pulled out from W’s body and swam off to a corner of the aquarium — as if waiting.

After more long moments W opened her eyes. She started breathing from the regulator.

All this time Jessica had been holding her breath — easily more than two minutes.

W took a huge breath, removed the regulator and pulled Jessica into a deep soul kiss.

They continued kissing as they exchanged the air into each other’s bodies.

The two naked women started tongue-kissing while they continued sharing one breath of air.

The eroticism — intention or accident — I did not know, but it was spectacular to watch.

During all of this the slimy, white coating from the eels had covered not just W, but also Jessica’s body.

It must have been having a sexual, arousing effect on the second woman.

Those still watching in the audience could see the change in Jessica’s eyes.

She was suddenly experiencing pleasure — there was no doubt now – the eel secretions were causing Jessica to desire sex with the eels.

The eel that had penetrated W’s mouth swam toward Jessica.

It sensuously wrapped around her throat.

Did Jessica try to resist?

Hell no.

She took another deep breath from the scuba regulator and handed it to W.

Then Jessica titled her head back, opened her mouth as if inviting the eel to enter.

It did so in a flash.

I watched W take a deep breath, toss away the regulator and swallow the back side of the eel that was already deep into Jessica’s throat.

This creature eagerly moved backwards entering W’s open mouth.

The two women were deep throating the same creature.

The two women were caressing each other’s breasts.

One large eel glided toward W and wiggled its body between her open legs and into her slimy, white-coated cunt.

Jessica floated just far enough apart so the second large eel did the same to her — wiggling and inserting itself first a couple of inches and then several more deep into her eager cunt.

While this was going Stewart had resumed his handing out sample tastes of the eels’ secretions.

Women who had already tasted it were lining up for seconds.

Was I participating in the sex orgy by the invited guests?

Fuck yes.

Two wives — with the obvious approval of their watching husbands — started kissing me and fumbling with my pants zipper.

I had my first taste of the eel secretions on their lips. It had a marvelous taste.

It was amazing to discover the eel secretions had an effect on men.

Both women took turns deep throating me.

I heard a watery scream from the two women in the aquarium.

Both Jessica and W were climaxing in a body-twisting, face grimacing, out-of-this world underwater, breath-hold orgasm.

Seeing that did it for me.

I sprayed a bucket of cum across the face of the two wives — women I had never met.

It was fucking fantastic.

When my eyes opened I saw Jessica helping the exhausted W out of the aquarium.

The eels were gone.

I helped the two women up. They did not look embarrassed by their behavior.

They looked like they wanted to continue.

I was still rock hard.

Stewart saw me and grinned.

There was money to be made from these creatures and their special secretions.

(written by Krogen)

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Pooja’s accidental hanging 4.4 (16)

Posted on July 12, 2019 by riwa

Pooja looked at the machine carefully. Then she caressed the dangling purple rope. It gave her a shiver.

“How does it work again?”

“I activate the controls. The noose is lowered; the noose lifts up.”

“Why not build a gallows?”

“I have very limited space here in my studio. In some of my pictures I do not wish for a structure such as a gallows to frame my subject. I prefer them to be lifted up into the air long enough to take the photo I desire without the wooden structure as a backdrop.”

“But isn’t that dangerous?”

“It is if the model is dropped suddenly, tightening the noose around her neck. A slow lift allows some extra moments before discomfort truly sets in.”

“I see.”

She caressed the noose again. She’d seen a few hangings in the town square. At the time she’d thought the first one so barbaric as to execute someone in such a manner. But she’d continually gone back to watch each new hanging.

She was curious what the condemned felt during their last moments. What fears did they experience? What went through their minds at the moment of hanging? She’d become more and more obsessed with such thoughts.

She’d sought out the photographer upon learning he had a noose in his studio. Curiosity and her obsession with those poor victims had brought her here. Now the images of the hanged returned in a rush.

“May I?” she asked. The photographer nodded as he prepared his camera.

With a trembling hand Pooja carefully looped the noose around her neck. It gave her an erotic tremor something fierce. The photographer smiled as he snapped off a few pictures.

Was this what those victims had experienced: fear mixed with a strange sexual thrill? What had they thought with the noose around their necks, moments before their hanging? Perhaps she could learn more.

“Could you tighten the noose?” she asked the photographer with a smile. “Only a little, mind you.”

He nodded as he activated the remote. The rope was pulled upward, removing the slack. He stopped right before it tightened around her throat.

She shivered as she reached up and touched the coil around her neck. He snapped a couple more photos. These looked even better… as though she was contemplating her own suicide by touching the rope.

“Perhaps you can tighten it further? I mean… I wish to experience…” She wasn’t certain just how to phrase it.

He carefully tweaked the controls on the remote. It pulled her upright, almost taking her up off her feet. He quickly lowered it until she was flat on her feet with just a little tension in the rope.

Pooja felt an incredible jolt when the noose had tightened, nearly making her airborne. Then he’d lessened the tension. That strange sexual arousal had diminished a little once her neck felt better. Now she was confused the way her body had responded.

He took more pictures. She wasn’t sure how to pose properly. She asked how she was doing, but he kept on snapping photos.

She’d researched some hangings and had seen pictures of people forced to stand on their toes. Could she try that as well? How would it make the noose feel around her throat?

“A little higher?” she asked. “Just a little.”

“If you insist.”

“Is it all right? The pictures… are they turning out?”

“I think some of them are all right.”

“How do I… how do I pose?”

“Just act natural.”

He tweaked the remote again. The rope pulled upward a little. Pooja gasped as she found herself shuffling around on her toes.

He snapped several pictures as she reached up for the coil. She became aware of the camera and tried to lower her arms. But it was more difficult than she’d imagined. Was this what those poor people had experienced upon being lifted upward, a sense of horror at the strain around their necks?

The photographer used the remote to lower her upon seeing her discomfort. She stood uncertainly. That strange sexual arousal had returned in a rush, only to diminish once she was flat on her feet again.

“The pictures? How… how did they turn out?”

“Some turned out rather well.”

“But I… I was reaching upward.”

“Do not worry. Some of those are quite beautiful, seeing the expression on your face as you reached upward.”

“Did I… did I look afraid?”

“Very much so. We can stop if you wish.”

He took the remote to lower the noose so she could remove it. “Wait!” she blurted out. “Not yet!”

“Are you sure?” But her mind was back on those victims again: the fear… the expression on their faces. She now believed she had experienced some of that fear.

But they had been bound, their arms tied behind their backs. Was that a necessary component to the experience? Had that added to the terror of the moment?

“My hands,” she told him, holding them out to him. “Shouldn’t they… shouldn’t they be secured… tightened behind my back?”

“It’s not essential to the photo shoot. But it would lend an element of realism to the pictures if you wish it.”

“I wish it,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Very well. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable.”

She nodded, appreciative of his concern. But she couldn’t help herself. The opportunity was now before her to experience what those poor victims had experienced at the moment of their deaths.

He took some rope and pulled her arms behind her back. He tied her wrists together. But they felt somewhat loose. Surely this was not the way those people in the square had been secured, right?

“That’s not very tight,” she observed quietly.

“I do not wish to alarm you.”

“Would the pictures not turn out better if I am properly secured?”

“I suppose I can make them tighter. But you seem…”

“…a little frightened? Yes, I suppose I am. But isn’t that good for your photos?”

“It would be, yes.”

“Then secure me properly. I wish my photos to portray a true hanging experience.”

He paused for a moment. “As you wish.” Then he went back to securing her wrists.

He roughly jerked on them as he tightened the bindings. She let out a frightened squawk. “Too much?” She closed her eyes and shook her head… “No; I am ok.”

Now there was a definite element of fear. She was in the studio, her wrists secured behind her back and a noose around her neck. But there was fear nonetheless… fear and a strange arousal much stronger than before.

The photographer went back to snapping off pictures, taking them from several angles. She panted quietly, almost alarmed over how wet she had become down below. She hoped it wouldn’t show through her skirt.

A part of her wanted to be set free. But there was a surge of incredible excitement that forced her to remain silent. Surely this was what those people had experienced before they’d been hanged to death, right?

“Very good,” he told her. “Your pictures are turning out very well. I think someone with your beauty and poise will go far. Now I will release you.“

“Wait!” she panted heavily, unable to comprehend why she wanted to take this farther. “Shouldn’t I stand… on my toes?”

“You have been so patient with me. I do not wish to alarm you further.”

“For my pictures? Would it not be good… for my pictures?”

“They are turning out well thus far. I see no need… unless you desire…”

“More tension,” she panted. “Could I experience more tension… on the rope?”

He looked at her carefully. Then he smiled and nodded. He activated the remote once more.

She let out a gasp as she was lifted up onto her toes. Her eyes flew open at the increased strain around her throat. It took everything she had not to demand to be let down.

He snapped off several more photos as she shuffled around. She had no idea how to pose in this manner. Everything screamed for her to ask to be lowered back down. And yet…

He took his last picture. Then he lowered her. The tension eased around her throat.

She panted heavily for breath. “Incredible!” she murmured.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing. I was just…”

“You have been most kind, a joy to work with. I thank you so much. These pictures will turn out well. Now I will release you.”

“Wait!”

“Excuse me?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Something inside was screaming for the session to conclude. And yet a part of her wanted to know what it felt like to be dangling in mid-air… had to know!

What had it felt like? What had gone through their minds during those last few moments they were airborne? She’d come this far to the point where she just had to know.

“Can I experience… just for a moment…?”

“Experience what?”

“What it’s like to hang? Only for a moment?”

“There’s really no need.”

“But the pictures. They will turn out well, yes?”

“Yes, photographing you in mid-air would show you in a, well… a more realistic stage of hanging.”

“Then I am willing.”

“Are you sure?”

“No… I mean yes! I mean… please. You can take the pictures quickly, can you not?”

“Yes I can.”

“Can you like… sentence me before my hanging? Declare what I am guilty of?” Perhaps that would ultimately give her the experience of knowing what those people had ultimately gone through, condemned and then executed out in public like that.”

“For crimes against the state, I find you guilty and condemn you to death by hanging. I will now proceed with the execution.” Then he operated the remote again.

Pooja felt an incredible surge of fear and arousal flood over her very being. She was about to cry out she’d changed her mind. Then the noose pulled her up off her feet.

Her eyes flew open in horror as he snapped picture after picture. Her bare feet fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Her hands jerked behind her back as though desperate to shed the ties that bound her. Then her legs began to kick.

He circled around her dangling form, trying to catch her from several different angles. Then he noticed her face was darkening. It was time to let her down.

As he reached for the remote the lights flickered in his studio. But instead of lowering her, the noose took her higher. He frantically punched a couple of buttons, but it only took her up until her feet were almost level with his face.

Pooja kicked and struggled, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together. A moment later she was experiencing an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It totally soaked her undergarment.

The photographer stared up at her in shock, an erection forming in his trousers. Then he frantically began snapping off more photos. He couldn’t get her down, so why not take what he could before the system returned to normal.

Pooja fought and kicked for life. Then her thighs instinctively rubbed together again. Her chest heaved in agony as her body jerked and twisted until she was cumming again. This time fluids began dripping out from underneath her skirt.

The photographer no longer concerned himself with taking her down. Even though she was clearly fighting, he decided it was too late. So he continued taking shot after shot, his cock growing inside his pants until it finally went off.

Pooja jerked in the noose, kicking with her legs until the rope totally closed off her airway. Her feet went every which way as her arms frantically jerked behind her back. Her tongue protruded until with one hard jerk she went limp, gently swaying back and forth. A dribble on the floor indicated her bladder had given way.

The photographer continued taking pictures until she hung lifeless. Then he stepped forward. He kissed and sucked on her toes, unable to believe his good fortune at the malfunction in his equipment that had accomplished what he had been too cowardly to contemplate on his own.

2018 (written Dec 13 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the Ramharraja2001 manips)

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Stealth jerk (male themes) 4.4 (12)

Posted on July 6, 2019 by riwa

Note: a bonus story for the guys. I hope you had a good 4th of July.

I slip unnoticed into the water in my oval dive mask, white Speedos and yellow bottle of spare air. My buddy Alex also wears a mask. But his red, mesh thong doesn’t really hide anything.

My white Speedo won’t hide anything either once it gets wet. But I’m not thinking about that now. I’m thinking about sneaking up on him.

I easily slip under the surface from the weight belt around my waist. I leave the pony bottle hanging from the belt. I don’t want the sound of my exhalations giving my presence away. Besides, it will allow me to stay on the bottom for an extra couple of minutes.

Alex takes a deep breath and slips back under. His back is too me. I find myself hoping he’s masturbating and that he’s too distracted to notice my approach.

I’m constantly on alert. It’s possible he’s waiting for me, hoping to use my underwater fetish against me. It wouldn’t be the first time.

I quickly move closer, knowing I have to strike quickly. In a flash I get him in a headlock. The weight belt pulls us both to the pool floor 12 feet down.

He grunts and bubbles as he struggles against me, indicating I’ve been successful. I reach for the spare air and place the mouthpiece between my lips. Then I grin triumphantly as I refill my lungs.

He reaches behind but he can’t dislodge me. My cock is hard in my Speedos. I quickly pull them down my legs, freeing my erection. As I press it into his backside I pull down his mesh Speedos and grab onto his hard member, wanking him excitedly.

He grunts in alarm as I’ve caught him in a compromising position. I’m breathing freely from the bottle as he struggles to hold his breath. He tries to squirm free but I maintain my grasp on him.

He tries to brush my hand away. But I continue stroking him. In seconds he starts to shoot his load into the water. I pump the cum out of his cock as mine throbs incessantly, demanding a release as well.

I can’t stand it anymore. I ease my grasp on him long enough to grab my own cock and jerk it vigorously. As he struggles in my grasp – almost out of breath – I explode into the water, spurting my load.

I remove the bottle from my mouth and jam it into his. I listen to him gasp madly for breath as we stand on the pool floor. He moans, exhaling heavily from the bottle.

I finish pumping my cock, jerking every last drop out of it. My headlock becomes more of a hug as I watch him fill his tortured lungs with air. It’s strangely erotic watching him catch his breath.

My cheeks puff as I realize I need what he’s receiving. I jerk out the last ribbons of my cum before making a grab for the bottle. He instinctively fills his lungs before I can rip it out of his mouth and cram it into my own.

I hang onto Alex as I inhale deeply. Almost immediately I discover there’s virtually nothing left, certainly not another decent breath to sustain me. My eyes fly open in alarm.

My next attempt to inhale proves fruitless. I allow the bottle to fall from my lips. Instinctively I push against him, trying to force myself up toward the surface.

I fail to consider the belt around my waist. And I can’t kick very well because my Speedos are halfway down my legs. I grunt in alarm as I futilely try to kick myself back to the surface.

Alex grabs my ankle and easily pulls me right back down. My cock is instantly hard again as I realize the trouble I’m in. He can tell by my expression that I’m out of breath.

This time he’s the one who twists me around, wrapping an arm around my chest. Bubbles spurt from my lips. Doesn’t he know I’m out of air??

I grunt and struggle, desperately trying to get away. He presses into my backside the way I did his. I feel his exposed cock has hardened again.

It’s incredibly erotic. But my lungs are straining in my chest. I try to break away, but he holds on tighter as the weight belt keeps us both down.

He suddenly wraps his legs around me and we both nearly go over backward. Then his hand comes around and finds my cock. As he starts jerking it I struggle in a vain attempt to pry his hand off my member.

He starts to hump me with his cock until I grunt and bubble like crazy. He’s pulling the same stunt on me that I pulled on him. Then his other hand comes around to cup my balls.

I moan and bubble as my lungs scream at me. Alex’s hand-job is incredible. But I need to get to the surface. My cock throbs in his hand, and I feel like I might cum again.

As he continues stroking my cock my hand instinctively comes up and covers my mouth. Alex cruelly pulls it away, an action that sends a horrific jolt of arousal flooding through me. Then he covers my mouth with his own hand. My bubbles seep through his fingers as my lungs heave.

I reach between us for his cock but can’t grasp it. I try to pull his hand off my mouth, anything that will give me the distraction I need to get away. My lungs are on fire; I’m going to inhale any moment now.

My back arches as my cock swells, his hard dick humping my backside. All of the sudden he removes his hand from my mouth. With one swift yank he pulls my dive mask off my face.

Instantly my cock explodes in his hand as he jerks me hard. I grunt and bubble from an incredible release. He milks me a few seconds more until I’m sure I’m going to drown.

He suddenly frees the weight belt from around my waist. Then he gives a mighty shove. I’m on my way to the surface, even though my Speedos are still down around my knees

I pop up gasping madly for breath. He surfaces next to me, a big, stupid grin on his face. “That’ll teach you!” he chuckles. But I know it won’t because I’m already thinking how to get back at him at the bottom of the pool.

2011 (written for a friend Jan 14 ’11; ed. Nov 29 ‘18 by riwa)

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Melissa – his bubbly little snuff-puppet 3.7 (9)

Posted on July 6, 2019 by riwa

I’m so horny I can’t fucking stand it. I want Master to snuff me and I want him to snuff me now. It’s crazy I know, but I can’t help myself.

Trembling with anticipation I disrobe and put on my sluttiest attire: black lacy lingerie that not quite covers my quivering tits. A hole grants easy access to my dripping, throbbing cunt through my black fishnet stockings. A black garter belt with straps holds them up.

Black “fuck-me” stilettos and a black slave collar complete the ensemble. Then I head out the door of my room. It gives me a shiver at the thought that in a few more minutes I might actually be dead. Why does that arouse me so?

I shakily walk through the mansion, trying to maintain my balance in these damned heels. I find Master reclining in the den in his night robe, his eyes focused on a novel. A drink sits on the nearby end table.

Nervous as hell I clear my throat and get his attention. Master puts his book down and looks at me curiously. A lustful smile appears on his face.

“Can I help you, Melissa?”

I can barely breathe. I’m so fucking excited that my cunt is dripping my arousal down my legs. “Snuff me, Master,” I request in a trembling voice that’s barely above a whisper.

His eyes light up and my breath catches in my throat. He looks interested. “How shall I snuff you tonight?” he asks with amusement.

“Your choice, Master,” I gasp excitedly. Gawd; I’m trembling like a leaf.

“Go and prepare yourself a nice bath,” he says with a wicked smile. “However you may dispense with the bath oils. Come and get me when it’s ready.” Then he’s back to his book as though he was never interrupted in the first place.

Does he want to drown me? Damn! That’s my favorite!

I’m trembling so bad I can hardly stand it as I turn and carefully make my way back to the Master bathroom. When I arrive I start filling the tub, testing the water so it’s the right temperature to receive me. My heart pounds in my chest until I have trouble breathing because I’m so fucking excited.

My life is measured in the minutes it takes to fill the tub. It’s incredibly exhilarating. When it’s finished I test the water one more time, deciding it’s close enough for Master’s purposes.

I slowly walk back to the den. My heart’s up in my throat, my legs so rubbery I’m afraid I might topple over in these damned heels. He doesn’t even look up when I make my entrance.

“It’s ready, Master.” I wonder if he can hear the excitement in my voice. Then I wait patiently.

“Very well,” he says disinterestedly. “I want you to go back to the bathroom and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I want you to kneel over the edge of the tub. Place your head into the water and wait for my arrival. Any deviation from these instructions will be met with severe discipline.” He says it so casually… as though he’s ordering breakfast and not actually preparing to snuff me.

I feel an erotic jolt at his words. What if I drown before he gets there?? Ohmygawd; I’m about to become his bubbly little snuff-puppet! I’m excited as hell!

“Yes, Master,” I say quietly, my head lowered. Trembling, I turn and head back toward the bathroom. This time I wonder if I’ll be walking out of that part of the house under my own power.

My cunt is throbbing, my arousal slithering down my netted legs in streamers. I pick up the cuffs from my room and head for the bathroom for what could be the very last time. My hands are shaking.

I enter the bathroom, what could be the room of my impending demise. My breath catches in my throat as I look down into the water. Will this be the night he snuffs me for real?

Trembling like a leaf I slowly lower myself onto my knees in front of the tub. I’m grateful I won’t have to walk on these damned heels anymore. Then I clatch a cuff around one hand.

I bring both arms behind my back before cuffing them together. Gasping excitedly I take what might well be my very last breath. Then I bend over the tub and submerge my head.

Is he going to let me drown myself? Is he going to come in and watch? Gawd, this is so fucking exciting!

I kneel there for the longest time with a terrible excitement, wondering if I’m going to end up sucking water into my lungs. It’s one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, one that Master knows all too well. It makes me wet every time he threatens to drown my ass, even as a joke. Damn; I’m so fucking horny!

I’m there for what feels like the longest time, although I doubt it’s much more than a minute or so. Then I feel my lungs begin to burn. My chest starts to heave gently until I find myself wondering how soon it will be until Master shows up.

Does he expect me to drown myself? The suspense is fucking intense. I don’t know whether to stay down or pop up for a quick breath once my lungs start screaming at me.

Bubbles start to dribble out of my nose. I strain with all my might to hold it for as long as I can. But it isn’t long until my lungs heave in protest.

I realize I’m about to reach the end of my rope. But that triggers another erotic thought: hanging from a noose for Master. For now I’m just his bubbly little snuff-puppet who’s losing her breath as it bubbles out of my mouth.

Gawd; it’s getting so fucking hard to hold it. My lungs are on fire. Surely he doesn’t expect me to stay here like this, does he? If I don’t come up for air I’m going to drown any second now.

Air spews out of my mouth in erotic bursts of bubbles until I decide I can’t hold my breath any longer. That’s when I start to lift my head up, only to be stopped abruptly by Master’s hand on the back of my head. It instantly triggers an involuntary surge of pure panic within me.

I start thrashing my head about, desperate for air. I hear a sadistic laugh as I scream a froth of bubbles, no longer doing this voluntarily. Then my head is pulled out of the water.

I gasp madly for breath as water cascades down over my face. “Oh, no you don’t,” he breathes wickedly into my ear. “You didn’t think you were going to get off that easily, did you?”

He sadistically pushes my head back down into the water until I burble anxiously. A moment later I feel his hard cock push against my wet opening. I nearly suck water into my lungs when he thrusts hard into my aching cunt.

I can’t help screaming my breath away as he ruthlessly pounds me. I hear his excitement… “Baby, you are so fucking wet! Now you’re going to drown!”

Oh fuck – fuck – FUCK!

He brutally fucks me, his hard cock filling me. I squirm and shudder like mad as air bursts out of my mouth. It feels so fucking good that I can hardly stand it.

I fight like hell to hold what little breath I have left in my lungs. But it’s just no use. I lose it in a long burst of bubbles as my orgasm erupts inside me.

A moment later I feel the hot seed of Master as it fills my pussy. I shudder with intense pleasure as my body goes from one orgasm to the next. Then I’m totally drained, my lungs screaming at me until I abruptly pass out, all caught up in a sea of never-ending pleasure…

–

I awaken naked in my bed, blindfolded with the sensation of someone climbing in with me. I instantly become aware I can’t move my arms and legs. Apparently I’ve been secured spread-eagled to the damned thing.

I feel someone enter my dripping cunt with his hot rod once again. I’m pretty sure it’s Master. I cry out in pleasure, only to be stopped in mid-gasp as his hand lashes out and wraps around my neck.

He begins to squeeze until once again I can’t breathe as he ruthlessly fucks me while our bodies bounce rhythmically in bed. Being fucked and breathless is such an incredible rush. I feel it swell within me until it crashes over me.

I shudder like mad as my back tries to arch under his weight. I can’t help rasping his name in ecstasy. He just keeps fucking and choking me until I pass out into glorious oblivion…

–

I barely remember awakening a few hours later to find that Master has crawled into bed with me where he has me in his arms. I’m no longer spread-eagled. But my body feels deliciously relaxed. It isn’t long until I curl up in his arms and nod back off, a happily fucked woman.

2008; 2018 (written Sep 25 ’08; ed. Jul 27 ‘18 by riwa)

(Picture added for illustration purposes only.)

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Spitted girlfriends 4.5 (53)

Posted on June 30, 2019 by riwa

Christy and Rachel had been friends ever since grade school. By the time they reached high school they were both sexually active. The gender of the partner made no difference to them.

When they graduated from high school they both enrolled in City University. They didn’t really want a secondary education. They just wanted to go there because they’d heard the students were all so sexually promiscuous.

They weren’t seeking knowledge on how to have a career, not unless it had to do with furthering their slut training. College life was nothing but an orgy. Getting a degree – any degree at all – was merely a side benefit.

It didn’t take long before the two girls were the hit of the Phi Omicron Ro Nu fraternity. They didn’t care whether or not they became members of the sorority on campus. If the guys were willing to fuck despite them not being sorority bitches then that was all right with them. And if they got to lick a little pussy on the side, so much the better.

Christy and Rachel lived for the next orgasm. A day didn’t go by without them seeking some sort of pleasure. Many predicted they wouldn’t live very long. At the rate they were going they were liable to burn themselves out before they reached 30.

It wasn’t long before the two girlfriends came to the same conclusion. They were eating each other out late one night when Christy brought up how their lifestyle was going to kill them one day, perhaps as a result of a heart attack. Rachel figured it would be a great way to go, dying in the midst of one of the greatest orgasms of her life.

After settling down to catch their breath, Christy asked her friend how she’d like to go out. “With a cock up my cunt or ass,” Rachel declared. “That way I would die a happy woman. What about you?”

“I’d love to go out with a cock up my ass and your tongue in my twat.”

“I agree. Wouldn’t that be heavenly?” And with that the two sluts sighed before going back to feasting on each other’s dripping cunts, their passions having been aroused all over again.

It wasn’t long before the idea began to take root of how one day they might deliberately get themselves snuffed. Christy kept wondering how she could arrange to go out with a bang. It didn’t occur to her that Rachel was thinking the exact same thing.

One Saturday afternoon they attended a fraternity barbecue. There was lots of sucking and fucking involved. Both sluts were in heaven.

The highlight of the barbecue was when a sorority girl was voluntarily spit-roasted – at least they were told she’d volunteered. Christy and Rachel watched as the woman twisted over an open fire, spitted from ass to mouth with a stabilizer up her cunt. Her arms and legs were secured, and for good measure her tits were skewered.

Later that afternoon the two girlfriends dined on girl-meat, right along with everyone else. But they couldn’t get the image of the roasting woman out of their heads. The girl was still alive for the first few minutes. And it looked like she was wriggling and squirming… cumming up a storm.

When they got back to their room later that evening the two sluts attacked each other with strap-ons. They eventually confessed how hot the whole damned afternoon had been. And watching that sexy bitch cum on the spit had been incredibly erotic.

“What do you think?” Christy asked her girlfriend. “How hot would it be to go out that way?”

“Fucking hot!” Rachel declared. “I can’t imagine anything hotter right now. Did you see how many times she orgasmed on that spit? She came four times that I could count.”

“I counted five,” Christy corrected her. “Fucking hot is right. And the way we all ate her after she was well done? I don’t know about you, but I came the minute I bit into some of her meat.”

“I did too. And did you see the reaction of all the other sluts from the sorority? They acted like it was so fucking hot! And the fraternity boys loved it! I lost count how many times I got fucked kneeling in the grass in sight of that spit.”

“So what do you think?” Christy asked. “Would that be a great way to go out or what?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel mused thoughtfully. “Roasting over an open fire like that?”

“With a huge steel cock fucking you from ass to mouth into oblivion? What’s not to love?”

“I’d love to have your tongue up my twat while the flames are licking my flesh.”

“I’d love that too.” Then at the same time they both blurted out, “I wonder if there’s a way to make that happen?”

They looked at each other in surprise over the way they’d been thinking the same thing. Then Christy grabbed their double-ended toy. “I’m so hot just thinking about it that I need to share a fuck right now!” And with that they went at it, sharing the double-ended dildo until they fucked themselves silly.

—

Two weeks later the fraternity staged another barbecue. Christy and Rachel were the stars on display. They took on all comers, eager to turn the location into a full-fledged orgy.

They fucked as many of the fraternity members as they could take on. Even some of the sorority sisters gave them a good strap-on fucking. Then it was time to prepare the meal.

Christy and Rachel were both tied up. They were spitted in their asses, with stabilizers in their cunts. Both of them orgasmed the moment the spits penetrated their stomachs.

They were both in pain from having their ankles skewered. But they were terribly aroused at the prospect of the roasting to come. Then they were taken and put over the fire.

The fraternity barbecue master had made a special arrangement for the spit at their request. A few special modifications were made. Then the girls were roasted together.

Amazingly they were so close to each other that each one could reach the other’s twat with her mouth and tongue. The two girlfriends went at it, licking and slurping like crazy. They heated up both literally and figuratively… and so did everyone who was watching.

It wasn’t long before several of the guys were getting sucked or were fucking at the arousing spectacle. Some of the sorority sisters were lustily eating each other out. On the spit Christy and Rachel kept licking and slurping until both started having orgasms.

After a while the heat began to take its toll. Rachel was tiring from the heat. But Christy kept licking orgasms out of her.

It finally got to where they couldn’t lick and slurp anymore. Their bodies quivered on their spits. Rachel went first, shuddering quietly in orgasm as she slipped into oblivion. Christy was barely a minute behind her, orgasming her way into the great beyond.

Afterwards they were taken down, gutted and beheaded, and then put back on to finish roasting. There was more sucking and fucking that went on as the smell of barbecue filled the air. Then it was time to serve the girls. It turned out to be one of the best barbecues ever. And their sacrifice inspired several sorority members to volunteer to be future roasters.

2018 (written Dec 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Dolcett drawings used for illustration purposes.)

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Swimcapped 3.8 (5)

Posted on June 30, 2019 by riwa

(a repost of an older story)

Angel’s lungs began to protest. She couldn’t get a breath through the black swim cap that covered her face. The more she tried to inhale the more she squirmed in growing panic.

This was worse than him using that damned translucent yellow swim cap. At least then she could see enough to know when he was coming over to give her a reprieve. The black swim cap meant she couldn’t see a damned thing. There was no way of knowing when he might come over to grant her a few precious breaths of air. Being forced to suffer inside the darkness of the black swim cap only heightened her anxiety as well as her arousal.

As her heart rate increased she began to pant inside the swim cap, becoming ever desperate for just a sliver of something fresh to breathe. It inflated and then deflated against her face, granting her no air whatsoever. She squirmed and struggled, sitting on his weight lifting bench tightly secured to the equipment.

Her hands were in bondage gloves, her arms hanging helplessly from their bindings attached to the upper part of the damned machine. She was propped up and strapped down, her feet trying to kick and wiggle free. Her chest heaved, her lungs clamoring for a fresh breath of air.

She wore a skimpy, black bikini. But she was secured with a little added bondage gear. Dangling chains crisscrossed her body, completing the ensemble for the bastard’s kinky pleasure.

Her lungs screamed for another breath as her chest heaved. Angel’s head thrashed back and forth. The swim cap clung hungrily to her face, erotically suffocating her.

She tried to inhale again, sucking the swim cap tightly to her face. It revealed the grotesquely arousing image of a woman in anguish. Her pussy throbbed with a terrible ache of longing, her lungs straining until it felt like they might explode out of her chest.

She felt two fingers against the side of her face, prying the swim cap loose. A mixture of fresh air swirled into her lungs. Her body shuddered as she gasped for breath, her heart rate slowing back to normal.

There was a light smack against the side of her face. The swim cap clung tightly over her mouth and nose again, abruptly cutting off the stream of fresh air her lungs so desperately craved. She felt an incredible urge to panic.

She told herself to remain calm. This was totally expected. That didn’t make it any less agonizing or arousing.

She stayed calm for a good 20 or 30 seconds. Then her lungs began to protest again. She tried to inhale, only succeeding in sucking the swim cap even tighter to her face.

She began to squirm once more, her head twisting from side to side. Her lungs cried out from being deprived of air so cruelly. Her feet twisted in their bindings as her legs tried to kick in helpless agony.

Her lungs were on fire as her pussy screamed for a release. If the bastard wasn’t careful she was going to leave a sticky mess on the seat of his nice, clean exercise equipment. That would serve him right, the damned pervert!

Her lungs heaved again, her mind screaming for her next breath. Her ears strained to hear any kind of movement that might indicate he was coming to grant her another reprieve. But she heard nothing, and she blamed it on the carpeting.

She tried to inhale again, only to feel the swim cap cling hungrily to her face. It refused to allow even a sliver of air into her tortured lungs. Her face twisted into a grimace as her head thrashed back and forth.

For a moment she felt dizzy as hell. She was sure she was going to cum at any moment. Then the fingers returned, lifting the swim cap away from the side of her face. It was enough to allow her to gasp madly for breath, helping to refill her tortured lungs.

Angel greedily gulped air into her quivering body, momentarily subduing her advancing orgasm. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold it back at this rate. Her damned husband was teasing her… tormenting her.

“Here’s the payoff, baby,” she heard him breath into her ear. “Enjoy the ride.” And with that the swim cap smacked tightly against her face, sealing in her breath.

Oh, FUCK!

Her heart rate sky-rocketed as she felt an erotic jolt in her crotch. Angel fought like hell to hold back her growing anxiety, even as her excitement began to swell within her. Once again she cursed herself for enjoying it so much.

She struggled to remain calm, knowing it was a losing battle. But it wasn’t long before her body began to cry out for fresh air. There wasn’t much she could do other than squirm and struggle in her bindings, hoping like hell he would give her another reprieve by loosening the swim cap enough for another breath.

He was always careful with her. But each time she reached a certain point where she couldn’t help wondering if this time would be different. What if he didn’t loosen the cap to grant her another breath? What if he was arranging a tragic little accident??

Once more her mind played its usual tricks. What if this was the one time he slipped up? He never did, of course. But there was always that one idle thought in the back of her mind making her wonder if he might take her too far.

Once more she had her doubts. Was that why she enjoyed it so much? Was it the doubts that went along with her inability to breathe?

The swim cap puffed and deflated with each breath. Angel felt the anxiety rise within her yet again. Her mind began screaming for him to get his ass over there and let her breathe before she passed out.

There was no sound other than her squirming around. She didn’t know if he was watching or had left to fix himself a drink, leaving her to suffer in silence. She heard no movement of any kind, and the blackness of the swim cap made it impossible to see a thing.

She twisted her head, trying to look all around. Where the hell was he?? She was on the verge of cumming, but she was getting dizzy as hell.

Angel thrashed about, the swim cap clinging greedily to her face as though taunting her, telling her she would never breathe again. She exhaled, only to frantically suck that same breath back into her lungs. The cap clung tightly to her face yet again.

Her feet kicked wildly as her head thrashed about. Once more that little voice in the back of her mind told her he was taking her all the way. She tried to cry out, causing the bag to inflate, only to deflate tightly against her lips as she tried to inhale again.

A moment later it went off inside her with a massive eruption…

Angel’s back arched, her hips bucking as her body shuddered from a devastating orgasm. She tried to suck air into her screaming lungs. But the cap was firmly attached to her face. Then her eyes rolled as she went into little spasms, her consciousness fading as her head lolled off to one side.

The cap was pulled off her face, but she remained momentarily unconscious. Her eyes were partly open, a dazed, drugged look in her expression.

Angel’s body hitched as her head jerked drunkenly. Her chest rose and fell as her lungs pulled huge breaths into her body. Her eyelashes fluttered as life returned to her glazed pupils.

She gulped another huge lungful of air into her quivering body. She gasped and moaned, shaking her head in an effort to clear the cobwebs. Then her vision returned.

She saw him standing there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Did I…?” she started to ask. He just barred his teeth in a wicked grin.

“Damn you,” she gasped, shaking her head. “You are one sick puppy; you know that?” But the orgasm had been wonderful. She couldn’t keep her love for him out of her eyes.

“Got something else for you to try,” he said with a grin. Then she saw him pick up a clear plastic bag that lay nearby. Angel shuddered as that familiar tingle returned to her loins.

2008; 2018 (written Jun 21 ’08; ed. Nov 30 ’18 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on June 27, 2019 by riwa

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Coming July rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Jamila says she’s willing to go all the way.
Juney and Kimona visit Santamos Island for their own consensual situations.
Dorothy and her sister come over for a house warming party and get more than they bargained for.
Karma wants to be famous at the end with an underwater stunt.
Dolcetta has a special “fish” for her friend’s birthday.
Her father lets her terminate one of their girls living arrangements.
A drowning story is inspired by vidcaps.

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

I have been making some adjustments to my new location. Mom is happy I’m so close now. On the bright side I’m not eating as much fast food as I did back in Idaho. Some expenses have gone down while others have gone up. So I hope to catch up on some debts while I can.

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Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge (plus bonus) (6-3-19)

10830 words – $6.50

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

Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge – This story picks up right after certain events in the story Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway. Lydia has brought her shy friend Ava to the Mermaid Lounge for some fun. Can she get her into the lap dance tank, especially after watching another couple go in for a sexy little breath-holding romp? What will Ava think when she gets to watch another performance in the Deep Solo tank? (31 pages; 27 renders)

Incident at Cock Rock – Tamara has heard about the legend of Cock Rock. It’s supposed to have an effect on female freedivers. But some females have never made it back out of the chamber. Is the legend true? Will she risk a swim on one breath of pure oxygen just to extend her down-time long enough to learn more about the legend? (15 pages; 24 renders)

Shelly 21 (6-3-19)

10898 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to the first Shelly series I did. I’m also including the connecting story I re-edited with Shelly in California.

Shelly 21 – Shelly gets one last special “arrangement” at the bottom of the pool to remember me by. (15 pages)

California Dreamin’ – Shelly can’t get him out of her mind. So she decides to re-enact one of their erotic sessions in the backyard pool belonging to her friends Andria and Stephanie. But what will happen when she forgets the key to her cuffs. Will fantasy become reality? (9 pages)

Island 15-16 (6-3-19)

15417 words – $5.50

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 15-16 – Karla and Eva want to take it out on Helen before they can even get to the dolphin tank for the next contest. Will she survive the “breath-holding lesson” they give her. If so, will she have the strength to swim the tunnels for the next elimination contest? (14 pages)

Jaime 19-20 – John and Jaime watch a commercial for the Club. That’s when they begin to discuss among themselves the possibility of going. Her sister sends her an anniversary gift box for their visit to the Club. But will they get too carried away before they can even make it there on their anniversary night? (16 pages)

Awkward trios 3 (6-18-19)

11457 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion of a story about an awkward trio, an underwater triangle that manifested in a rather unusual way. The second story is not finished, so I thought I would post this one and include a new trio story illustrated by JustPaul renders.

The good girl and the bitch 3 – Karen comes back down. Fran chooses to use toys on her while Steven watches because she asked him to stick around. Then Fran demands he take part in the erotic festivities. (12 pages)

Becoming a threesome – After a day of scuba instruction Vanessa uses the little indoor pool to relax. The last dive was rather unusual and she wants to get off before going home. But another female dive instructor comes in and catches her in the act. Will Vanessa allow Caroline to help get her off? What will she do when her boyfriend Paul shows up and catches her with another female? (20 pages; 19 vidcaps)

Bonus: Included is the video that inspired the threesome story, courtesy of JustPaul.

Scuba Combo II (reactivated 6-18-19)

12254 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two older scuba stories.

A distracted, entangled diver – Emma is carefully mapping the bottom of the river for the marina she works for. But she thinks someone might be in the water with her. Then she encounters a bed of seaweed and allows herself to become distracted with a little erotic play, only to become dangerously entangled. (9 pages)

Scuba lusts – She meets him at a dive shop, needing a refresher course before meeting up with some friends for a dive trip the next day. He invites her to a pool for some private time, and since she is attracted to him she accepts. But the evening takes a turn she never expected. (11 pages)

Emma in Trouble bundle 2 (reactivated 6-18-19)

23342 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older Emma stories.

Dock girl in danger – Emma is working at the marina in her wetsuit and twin scuba tanks when her ill-advised naughtiness of the previous evening comes back to bite her. She learns that scuba tanks eventually run dry, leading to some serious repercussions, especially if you’ve angered the wrong individual. Originally uploaded under a different name. (16 pages)

Hide and Seek – Emma works for a temp agency when she is sent over to partake in a special assignment to the Country Club Estates and one Miss Violet Breathlace. The game is simple, and I’ll use Miss Breathlace’s words… “You try to hide and I’ll try to find you… every time you lose I get to take your breath away along with an article of clothing… sound like fun?” (29 pages)

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Gianna’s Initiation 4.4 (5)

Posted on June 24, 2019 by riwa

When Gianna went to college, the first thing she wanted to do was become a Pi Omicron Rho Nu sorority member. But she had just one little problem. Technically she was still a virgin.

She’d sucked a few cocks in her day. But she was saving penetration for marriage. Unfortunately that stopped her dead in her tracks from becoming a sorority member.

As the weeks went by she was ridiculed for not getting fucked. Giving blowjobs or masturbating with a toy was not considered enough of a qualification. And she really wanted to become a member.

So what was more important to her? Getting ridiculed all through her college years, and never becoming a member of the most prestigious sorority in history? Or giving up her virginity?

It didn’t seem to be that big a deal with the other girls. Nor did it seem to be a big deal with any of the guys she talked to. Besides, she was using a long, thick toy to achieve the orgasms she often craved anyway. So having regular sex would probably mean a lot more orgasms and a whole lot more respect.

Gianna finally made her decision. It was more important to be a sorority sister than to deal with three or four more years of verbal abuse. At this point she was willing to do whatever it took.

With that decision out of the way, her two biggest remaining obstacles were Maryanne and Trudy. They were the two stuck-up seniors in charge of virtually everything that went on in the sorority. Nothing happened without their consent. What’s more, they were the ones who had heaped the greatest verbal abuse upon her, laughing at her standards.

She went up to them after class and told them she wanted to become a member of Pi Omicron Rho Nu. Their immediate response was to laugh in her face. She took their abuse as she stood there resolute.

“I’m serious. I’ll do anything. In fact, I’m fully prepared to give up my virginity the night of my initiation.”

They both looked at each other, their eyes flashing with menace. She wasn’t sure she liked what was going through their immature little brains. But this meant a lot to her.

“You’ll do anything?” Maryanne snorted skeptically.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“No backing out?” Trudy added, giving her a dubious look.

“No backing out.”

“Even if we decide the only way of getting in is to fuck everyone living in the frat house?”

“Even that,” Gianna declared as a chill went down her spine.

“Tomorrow night in the sorority basement; 9 pm sharp. We’re only going to give you this one chance, bitch. Don’t you dare fucking blow it!”

“I won’t,” she told them, wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

—

It took less than two minutes after arriving before realizing she was in for a humiliating evening. She was forced to strip and then beaten with a paddle on her behind by every girl there. But Gianna was committed.

After she became a member, she was going to show these bitches a thing or two. She was going to make a name for herself. And when she reached her senior year she would be the one running the show.

The next thing she was forced to do was lick pussy. Again, it was no big deal. She even passed out a few orgasms with her tongue, which only pissed off Maryanne and Trudy even more.

She was finally taken into to a plain paneled room, complete with a mattress and a sheet on top. There were ropes positioned on all four corners. Gianna inhaled sharply at what she was facing.

“Let me guess,” Trudy snorted derisively. “The virgin’s never been tied up before?”

“I can handle it,” Gianna shot back.

“I’m not so sure,” Maryanne added. “What we’ve got in mind could be dangerous.”

“I signed your damn paper,” Gianna retorted. “I can take anything you can dish out.”

“No sass from the recruit!” Trudy declared as she slapped her face hard. “Now lie down on your back on the bed.

More than ever Gianna was determined to go through with it. But now she began to wonder what the hell they were going to do to her. She quickly found out when they tied her arms and legs spread-eagled to the corners of the bed. That’s when they wrapped a rope around her neck, running it through a hook in the wall, and then threading the ends to her wrists.

“A P.O.R.N. girl asphyxiates herself to get off and to please her partner,” Maryanne stated smugly. “Can our virgin do that for us?”

In response Gianna pulled on her arms. It tightened the rope around her throat, causing her to wheeze for breath. It also had the added sexual effect of making her wet down below. She decided this might not be so bad after all.

Trudy wrote something on a blank piece of paper with a black marker. “Read it, bitch!” she declared, holding it up in front of her face. “Or does our virgin not know how to read?”

“Fuck Me As I Die.” Then she looked up at them in alarm. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Are you serious about becoming a Pi Omicron Rho Nu girl?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’d damn well better get serious about this. You got that, Virgin?”

“I got it.” Now she was trembling… and she was wet as hell.

“Just look at her, girls!” Maryanne pointed as she laughed. “The virgin is horny! She wants to be fucked and strangled! Now let’s send in the guys!”

Gianna tested the ropes as they all walked out of the room laughing. The more she pulled, the more her breath was cut off. It was scary, but it was also incredibly arousing.

The first one in was George Grunisel, the ranking member of the frat house. He looked her up and down before coming over and reading the paper lying on the bed. “You mean that?” he finally asked, holding it up so she could see it.

“Fuck me as I die,” she told him with a nod as a shiver went down her spine. She figured she’d better say it in front of each frat boy or word might get back to the bitches she was not enthusiastic enough about this.

“So I’m your first, eh?” he said as he climbed onto the bed. “Then let’s get started.”

He thrust in hard and deep. Then he started pounding her. Gianna deliberately pulled on her wrists, choking off her breath.

It felt even better than the toy she fucked herself with. He was hot and throbbing inside her. She clenched around his cock as she strangled herself until he shot his load deep inside her.

“Not bad, cunt,” he declared after he pulled out. “I think you’re going to make a great P.O.R.N. girl!” And with that he put his pants back on and walked out.

Gianna got little more than a minute’s respite before Joseph, the second one in rank came in. He also read the note on the bed. “Is this true, Gianna?”

“Fuck me as I die,” she told him resolutely. He just grinned at her as he hastily removed his pants.

He climbed on and started fucking her hard. In response Gianna pulled on her arms, strangling herself again. It felt even better the second time around.

She was so close to cumming when he left his deposit inside her. He pulled out, got dressed and left. Two minutes later she was getting frat boy number three.

She smiled up at him as he was reading the note. “Fuck me as I die,” she told him before he could ask if the note meant what it said. This time she said it with more enthusiasm.

She strangled herself as he pumped her with his dick. She waited until she judged he was damned close. Then she pulled real hard.

His cock went off inside her as she bucked and shuddered in orgasm. He pulled out and got dressed, amazed at her orgasm. “Damn, girl! I’m going to have to fuck you again!” She just smiled at him.

They came in one right after the other. Gianna read the message out loud to each and every one with conviction. She also strangled herself harder each time a cock was about to cum inside her.

It was shamefully glorious. It was also humiliating as hell. That’s when she made her decision.

When Billy came in, Gianna told him, “Fuck me as I die. After I’m dead, send the boys back in one at a time to enjoy my corpse. Don’t tell any of the bitches unless none of you want a necro fuck, ok?”

“Damn, Gianna. Do you really mean it?”

“Billy? Tonight’s fuck is going to be your best ever.”

He pulled off his clothes before eagerly jumping on top of her. She was appreciative he had an above average dick to enjoy as she died. Then she pulled hard on the ropes.

Billy pounded her hard, gasping as her cunt started squeezing. “Fuck – fuck – fuck! You’re one hell of a fuck, bitch!” Gianna pulled as hard as she could until she shuddered from what felt like the orgasm to end all orgasms. The last thing she felt was Billy emptying himself inside her thoroughly fucked cunt before she spiraled away into oblivion with a smile on her face.

After he walked out, he whispered something to the next boy in line. Reggie came inside and saw Gianna staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. The idea of fucking a corpse was a total turn-on.

He fucked her good and hard before unloading his balls deep inside her. Her cooling corpse twitched as though she’d responded somehow. He decided he really liked fucking a dead body.

The message got passed on from frat boy to frat boy. Trudy and Maryanne both thought that virgin bitch was really being taught a lesson. It was only after the guys had finished and they went inside to check on her several hours later that they discovered she had been dead for a while.

They probably would have gotten away with it. But the administration found out they’d tied her spread-eagled with the rope around her neck. They were considered negligent and were both kicked out of school and convicted of involuntary manslaughter. Gianna got the last laugh as her fame with the frat boys over being a necro fuck lasted for several years.

(written Feb 18 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet.)

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Farrah – Famous at the End 4.3 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2019 by riwa

I’m not sure when the idea takes hold. Maybe it’s one of those drowning scenes on the show Famous at the End. Or maybe it’s the competitive thrill-seeker running through my veins.

It occurs to me I could do it in our pool out back. But I don’t want this to be your typical drowning. I want it to be something different. And I want to show the viewers it was all my idea and that it’s all me.

It takes weeks of looking at the rock waterfall before an image comes to mind. My excitement increases as I imagine what I could do to myself and what it would look like. It’s only a matter of rigging things up and then setting my demise in motion.

I pick a time when Brian will be at work. He knows I’m a thrill-seeker, but he might want to put a stop to this. I don’t know if he’ll get off on it or not, but I can’t take any chances he might say no and try to stop me.

After he leaves, I get right to work. The camera and tripod are quickly set up and focused. I pose in the water near the rock wall, taking a few timed stills to make sure I have the angle just right.

I set up a GoPro underwater from a different angle. I have to trust Brian when he edits and splices all this together. But the note I leave insists I want to do this and that I want my episode to be one of the most watched in the history of the show. I think he loves me enough to give me what I want.

Hooking up the rope from above takes some doing. But I final get it set up. I test it several times to make sure it can hold my weight.

I test things to see how long it will take for me to get into my drowning contraption. I’ll have to turn on both cameras to record everything ahead of time. Brian will get to deal with splicing the footage together when he gets home. I hope it turns him on. Hell, I hope he takes the occasion to enjoy fucking my mouth underwater when he finds my corpse.

Everything is set when I pause to have a drink to steady my nerves. I tell myself I can always back out. But an image of that last drowning on Famous at the End comes to mind. I’m sure I can do better than that bitch.

I go out to the backyard and turn on the camera on the tripod. I check the focus one last time. Then I go underwater and turn on the GoPro down there. I have it propped up and secured, so I hope it captures me in the violent throes of drowning.

I’m wet as hell when I climb onto the rock wall. I secure my feet in the straps to the ring hanging down from the rope. I’m all set.

I decide to go topless, so I’m still wearing my bottoms. I want this to look somewhat classy. I’m not entirely sure how drowning yourself can look classy, but I’m doing my best.

The last thing I do is secure a nose clip over my nostrils. I know it looks crappy. But I wriggle and squirm uncomfortably when I get water up my nose. It’s always been that way; I can’t help it.

The cameras are recording; it’s time to get this show on the road. I lower myself into the water, bending myself at the waist. So far so good; everything is working perfectly.

I hold my head up out of the water with my arms. I’m not going to be able to stay like this forever. The burn in my stomach means I’m either going to have to drown myself or climb out of this contraption.

I take a breath and then lower my head until I’m hanging upside down. Then I pull myself back up. It is just a test run, but it works just fine.

I don’t think that show has ever had anyone drown themselves upside down before. That means my drowning will be unique. And doing it at home by myself should guarantee some good ratings.

I take another deep breath and then down I go. I bend myself at the waist, keeping my arms behind my head. I want to give Brian some footage he can splice in however he wants.

I come back up and catch my breath. I think that looked pretty cool. The only thing that makes me wince inwardly are these damned nose clips. But I plan on removing them at the appropriate time.

My nipples are hard, my heart racing. Do I still want to do this? I can chicken out of I want. But the idea of Brian playing my drowning on that show is such a fucking turn-on. I can’t believe how hard my nipples are and how horny I am. I hope the cameras can pick it up for the viewers when they see this.

I take another breath and go back down, hanging upside down. I relax as I imagine what my drowning is going to look like. Again I find myself hesitating a little. But I know I’m going to have to make a decision soon. My stomach won’t be able to stand the burn of keeping my head above water.

I rise up for another breath, keeping my arms propping my head up. I catch my breath as I calm myself. I want this to look deliberate… as though I intended this the whole time.

Back down I go for another long breath-hold. I want to give the viewers what they’ll be tuning in to see – some crazy bitch drowning herself. I want my episode to be popular.

For a moment I wish Brian was here to fuck me before I drown. But I decide I can’t have everything. Once more I lift my head back up to the surface, panting for breath as I support my head with my arms.

It occurs to me I don’t have to do this. I can get myself out if I want. But I’d better hurry as the burn in my stomach is going to make it harder and harder until the decision is made for me.

The idea of drowning myself with everyone at home watching starts to become an obsession. My body is tingly, my pussy throbbing with desire. It’s time to do this.

I take a deep breath before I lower myself back down into the water. I hang upside down, relaxing as I let my arms sag I decide that was my last breath; I’m not going back up.

It’s so quiet and peaceful down here. I’m tempted to masturbate, but I resist the urge. This is a drowning, not porn. Besides, I can feel it welling up inside me. I’ll probably explode in orgasm the moment I suck water.

It isn’t long before I feel those gentle heaves in my stomach. They radiate outward, racing to my pussy as they flow into my chest. My arousal intensifies as my breasts start to bounce from those gentle convulsions.

The need to breathe grows stronger. I have to fight the urge to rise up for another breath. But I know that burn in my stomach will be painful, and it might force me back down. Might as well stay down and make this look as though it’s deliberate.

I consciously look in the direction of the camera on the tripod out of the water. As my chest heaves again I deliberately pull the clip from my nose. Water immediately rushes into my sinuses.

The burn makes me jerk around, my body wanting up out of the water. I cough up bubbles as I force myself to stay down. Then I start to thrash about.

Instinctively I open my mouth, knowing my body will reflexively try to save itself. I get a mouthful of water, and my windpipe locks up. Then I really start thrashing about.

I don’t even think about trying to bend myself upward to breathe. I just twist and jerk and bubble like crazy. It hurts like hell, but in the back of my mind I find myself hoping I’m putting on a good show for the viewers.

I jerk and thrash about, coughing up more bubbles as my windpipe opens back up. Then I’m doubling over as I keep gulping water. At that moment I’m dimly aware that I’m cumming like I’ve never cum before.

The pain lessens as my body is hit with aftershocks. I tremble and shudder as stray muscles hitch. My last thought is the hope Brian splices together a great drowning for all those folks out there. Then the life winks out of my eyes, and I dangle there until my boyfriend comes home and finds me.

2018 (written May 21 ’18 by riwa)

(Pics found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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The Peace Treaty 11-12 2.3 (3)

Posted on June 12, 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.)

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11 Threatened Handmaiden

I am so miserable that I find supper to be unappealing. I excuse myself from the table despite my handmaiden’s best efforts to get me to eat something. I tell her I will be all right but that I want to be alone.

I head outside for a long walk, wishing to converse with no one. But I cannot escape the sights and sounds of the island. Passing anywhere near the hotel means risking witnessing the use of the gallows or perhaps a beheading over on the deck. Then I hear the echoing sound of a volley of rifle fire at the shooting range, causing me to jerk in response as tears well up in my eyes.

The sun is nearly down when I am drawn back out to the tidal stakes. I remember the young woman who was there before and curiosity gets the better of me. Perhaps it is the memory of my sister Anoria that draws me to that place.

When I crest the ridge I see the tide has come in, the water level having risen precipitously. The young woman is still there. But she is not alone. When I draw closer I observe that a male is in the water with her. To my surprise it appears to be Prince Osman.

He is floating nearby, hanging onto the stake as the water level rises. I can hear their words as I pause at the water’s edge. I should grant them the privacy they require, but my curiosity has been raised. Then I hear, “Help me, brother! I cannot help myself! My body struggles to live!”

“I cannot do this! I cannot let you drown!”

“You can, my brother! You must!” Then I hear sputtering as though she has swallowed water. The tide is up at her mouth.

There is brokenness in his voice as I hear, “Goodbye, my beloved sister!” Then he pulls her head forward and down into the water.

My breath catches in my throat as a shameful arousal surges through me. For a moment there is nothing but what appears to be a man swimming out near the tidal posts. Then there is a burst of bubbles as a struggle ensues.

The Prince tries to hold on. He seems determined to keep her head under so she will not suffer long. The sound of his quiet sobs reaches me and it pricks my heart.

There are more bubbles as it looks like he is struggling to keep her head submerged. Then the struggles lessen. A few tiny bubbles pop to the surface, but there is no further activity.

He remains there for the longest time, perhaps to make sure the deed is done. It seems difficult for him to leave his sister, just as it was for me. My heart softens toward him as I slowly begin to realize we are nothing but pawns in a macabre dance of death and peace between two warring countries.

He looks up to see I am standing there observing him. His pride returns as he scowls at me before looking down at his sister. There is no further movement on her part.

He leaves her to swim to shore. I see a folded towel next to a set of clothes. I find it interesting his best man is nowhere around.

“What are you doing here?” the Prince demands resentfully as he starts to dry himself. “Are you here to witness the execution of the last of my family? I hope it satisfies your bloodlust!”

Is this sorrow I am actually feeling toward him? My manners return as I bow my head low. “Forgive my intrusion, Prince. I have no bloodlust. I have interrupted an intimate moment between you and your sister. I am sorry for your loss.”

He snorts derisively as he slips back into his clothes. “Save your sympathies for the wedding, Capree scum. I fully intend for there to be one more execution in the morning. This time it will be your handmaiden who will give up her head as a blessing toward our impending nuptials.”

I gasp, stiffening in horror. “You BEAST! You Bakir are all alike! All these deaths are not enough to quench your thirst? Must you crave even more?”

“My parents… my entire family… all dead, no thanks to you!”

“My family as well!” I spit back in disgust. “My nieces and nephews have become orphans because your people cannot get enough blood! They will grow up without a father and a mother! Two sets of parents are dead now and will never see their little ones grow up because of your precious Peace Accord!”

It all comes back to me, overwhelming me until I lose all control. I rush forward and beat in vain upon his chest… “I hate you – I hate you – I hate all Bakir!” Then I break down, sobbing for my family… sobbing over my only remaining friend Gabrielle who now seems destined to lose her head come morning.

He looks at me as though momentarily at a loss for words. Then he abruptly turns and walks away, leaving me alone to my tears. All I can do is wail with grief, my anguished cries drifting out over the tidal stakes while the submerged body of his departed sister remains secured to the post as the tide flows over the top of her.

It is a strange paradox. She is dead while I yet live. So why do I feel she is the lucky one?

—

After a few minutes I walk back to the hotel. But I pause as I observe a couple approaching the block upon the deck. There is paperwork in his hand, indicating an execution is about to take place.

They kiss each other tenderly. I am moved by their apparent love for each other. “Excuse me,” I murmur uncomfortably. “I will leave and grant you some privacy.”

“No,” the young woman says softly as she puts up a hand up to stop me. “Please stay and share this moment with us.”

My mind is on Gabrielle and the threat the Prince has promised. So I wordlessly accept their invitation with a solemn nod of my head. My heart thumps loudly in my chest when I consider this will be happening to my beloved handmaiden in the morning, beheaded by that filthy Bakir.

The young woman kneels and opens the trousers of her beloved. She takes his flaccid member and coaxes it into full hardness with her hands and tongue. It is not long until she has him in her mouth, moaning as though she has longed for this moment for a long time.

He thrusts gently, his hand upon the back of her head. Then he tips his head back and grunts as he releases his seed into her hungering mouth. He pulls out abruptly, allowing some of it to spill upon her face.

She rises up, only for him to unbutton her blouse. She is wearing no undergarments and her pale breasts are fully exposed. Then he ties her arms behind her back.

He helps her kneel in front of the block before pushing down on her head. She looks up at him with love, her chest heaving from her anxiety of the moment. Her nipples are noticeably erect from the illumination immediately surrounding the area of the deck. Clearly she is aroused.

I see him pause to admire her hanging breasts. Then he lifts the scimitar and measures his strike. “Good bye, my love,” he breathes softly as my heart catches in my throat.

“Goodbye, my darling,” she answers in reply. Then he brings the blade down…

THUNK!

Her head flies forward as her body instinctively rises up, blood gushing out of her neck. I inhale sharply, ashamed of the climax that suddenly washes disgracefully through my being. Then she topples over, her body spasming and jerking in its death throes.

He picks up the head and holds it so she can see her headless form writhing on the deck… that is, if she still has her sight. There is a wet spot in her skirt where she has pissed herself. Then he tenderly kisses her lips. Finally he shows her head to me so that I can see the tired expression of death in her features.

“She has… HAD an incurable disease,” he says by way of explanation. “She has always wanted me to behead her. It has been a fantasy of hers for a long time. I’m glad you were here to share this moment with us. I think it actually made things easier.” Then he offers her head to me saying, “Would you like to, uh…?”

I nod, a lump in my throat as I step forward. I accept the head from him and give it a thorough examination, imagining it belonging to my handmaiden. The tears well up in my eyes.

“Thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you. It was an honor.” Then I carefully hand the head back to him before telling him, “Now if you will excuse me, I must be going.”

“Certainly,” he nods kindly. He is still there with her when I turn and head back to the hotel. I have made my decision. I can only hope it will spare Gabrielle.

I walk straight to the front desk and get the information necessary for locating a certain room. It is the only option I feel I have left if I am to save my handmaiden. Then I ride the elevator to the appropriate floor, walking purposefully.

When I arrive at my destination I can’t help knocking hesitantly upon the door. “Enter,” a voice says from the other side. I open the door and step through.

Prince Osman is sitting on the bed and is none too happy to see me. “What are YOU doing here, Capree scum?”

I bow my head with deference, determined to sound contrite and submissive. “I am here to intercede for the life of my handmaiden, my Lord.”

“Oh?” he snorts in derision. “What, pray tell, do you have to offer me in exchange for her life?”

“This,” I tell him plainly. Then I slip out of my clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor, deliberately revealing my nakedness to him.

“I am here for you, my Lord,” I say in a quivering yet submissive voice. “You may take me here and now; do anything to me that you wish. I will not stop you nor resist you in any way.”

He looks at me in shock. Then he sees in my expression that I am in earnest. At that moment a wolfish grin appears on his face as he looks me over. It sends an erotic shiver rippling through me.

When I see the unbridled lust in his eyes I conclude that I will not last through the night. I fully expect him to have his way with me and then sacrifice me in the morning in exchange for Gabrielle’s life. I know I will only have his word on this. But I am willing to forfeit my life if it means my handmaiden will live.

I no longer care about the peace process. Perhaps both our countries are doomed to slaughter each other until no one is left alive. But I am no longer willing to sacrifice even one more of my loved ones, not if it will cost Gabrielle her life.

I am trembling like crazy, my nipples hard in fearful anticipation of the way he will soon treat me. But that is his right. I will submit if it means regaining the life of my handmaiden. Then he rises up from the bed and comes for me, his eyes lusting upon my quivering breasts.

Strangely I find myself becoming aroused…

12 Capree Whore

He throws me upon his bed, quickly shedding his attire. Then he is upon me, mauling my breasts in a feeding frenzy. I cannot help myself as I cry out instinctively, only to bite my lip in an attempt to silence myself.

His lips are all over me, his teeth biting and nipping at my soft flesh as he presses down upon my body. Then I feel his hardness press against my opening. I am about to be a virgin no longer.

He thrusts in hard as he brutally kisses me. I cry out into his mouth from the pain as the blood of my torn hymen stains his bed. Then he rapes me with no remorse whatsoever.

I try to blink the tears out of my eyes from the assault. I must yield and not resist as his hard member pounds me relentlessly. But I am surprised to find myself experiencing sensations of unexpected pleasure despite the cruel violation.

He is savage and brutal, taking me like an animal. A part of me actually relishes in it, for I believe it is my due after having executed all the members of my family. I cannot help myself and I begin to respond, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Capree scum!” he gasps as he continues raping me. “Capree slut! You will not offer yourself to me! I will TAKE what I want!” Then he rams it in home.

It swells within me like a gathering wave of the sea that has been launched by a tsunami. He pounds me hard until it crests and breaks over me. Then I cry out as a shameful orgasm is raped out of me!

He roars with triumph as he deposits his seed deep inside me. “I KNEW it!” he proclaims. “You are nothing but a Capree whore!” Then he pulls out and roughly turns me over so he can take me from behind.

He is quickly back inside me… raping me… hurting me. I am humiliated that I am enjoying my punishment so much. There is no thought at all of my beloved Akiel to whom I was once betrothed before this all began.

The Prince glories in my suffering as he thrusts even harder. My face is mashed into the bed as I let out cry after muffled cry. He wants to hear my pain… wants to hear me respond to his brutal attack.

Another orgasm is forced out of my quivering body. Once more I shudder from a shameful pleasure. Then he pulls out of me before he positions his member at my other opening.

There is no time for protests, not that it would benefit me. He is insatiable. “Take THIS, Capree whore!” he cries out triumphantly.

I feel him violate my ass, the first time I have been penetrated there as well. The pain is tremendous, and I grunt into the bed as he rapes my tender rosebud. But I am only getting what I deserve, so I still do not resist.

I embrace the violation, my voice crying out “MORE… MORE… GIVE ME MORE… VIOLATE THIS WORTHLESS CAPREE SCUM! I AM NOTHING – GIVE ME MORE!” He pounds me harder as though determined to hurt me, to exhaust himself at my expense. Then it unexpectedly hits and I scream from a climax so massive that I cannot believe it.

The Prince lets out a roar as he leaves a second deposit, this one deep in my rectum. Then he collapses on the bed, bringing me down with him. The two of us pant heavily, his member remaining in my ass for a few moments before it softens and slips out.

“Clean yourself up!” he demands, tossing me off the bed. “Take a bath and then return!”

“Yes, my Lord,” I nod submissively.

My body is heavy with the sensations of forced pleasure. I feel as though I have just completed a physically draining combat training exercise with my handmaiden. But I cannot work up any tears over my mistreatment. I am almost numb, all cried out from the events of the past two days.

I draw a warm bubble bath before climbing into the deep tub, taking a washcloth in with me. I scrub the Bakir filth off my body and am soon feeling better. Then it occurs to me I could simply submerge below the surface and drown myself right now, ending my nightmare here on this island.

The revelation startles me and I find myself seriously contemplating the matter. For all I know the Prince will go back on his word and have Gabrielle beheaded anyway. This way I would not have to watch him take her from me.

It occurs to me he has not officially given me his word as to sparing her life. Is it possible I have done all of this for nothing? I am suddenly filled with despair until I slowly slip down into the tub as the water covers me.

I hold my breath, telling myself all I have to do is open my mouth and let the water in. It would be so easy. Bubbles slip out of my nose and past my lips as I struggle with my decision, my sinuses stinging. Then the decision is made for me when the Prince suddenly pulls me up by my hair.

“What is this?” he demands as I come up gasping. “Is the Capree scum trying to drown herself before our arrangement has been completed to my satisfaction? So be it, Capree whore!” and he forces my head back down in a flurry of bubbles. He laughs as he snarls, “Perhaps I will take you down to the tidal stakes so you can visit my dear sister!”

I bubble wildly, my body instinctively trying to live where moments ago I was contemplating death. He pulls me back up for a breath or two. Then he cruelly pushes me right back down.

I thrash about, my bubbles spewing everywhere as I struggle not to drown. What I was once considering mere moments ago I now cannot seem to make myself commit to. But if the Prince has his way I will soon tire and give in.

He lifts my head up out of the water until I cough and sputter. Then he climbs in with me, sitting me in his lap and impaling me with his hardened member. “NOW you can drown, Capree scum!” and he pushes me over backward below the surface.

I feel him inside me as he holds me down until I cry out in a froth of bubbles. It is frightening beyond belief as he rapes me in the large bathtub while savagely groping my breasts. Water sloshes everywhere as he thrusts into me while forcing my head to remain submerged.

He pulls me up for a quick breath and then cruelly pushes me right back down. I am certain I will not be allowed back up. Now he will fill me again with his seed as he sends me into the afterlife. At least I will be reunited with my family.

I feel him erupt inside me. Once more it triggers a shameful response on my part. I am devastated by a massive climax.

My body shudders as air spews freely out of my mouth. But before I can complete the process of drowning he jerks my head up out of the water. I gasp and sputter, astonished I still live.

I look into his eyes, expecting to see the triumph of a sadistic Bakir. But that is not the expression I see. Instead I witness a look of complete and utter horror on his face.

He pulls out of me and holds me at arm’s length as though seeing me for the very first time. It confuses me. Then I am shocked when I see tears well up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” he gasps as though heartbroken. Then he embraces me tightly. I cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth as he starts to sob into my shoulder…

“No… no… this isn’t right… this cannot be… no… I love you, Capree Princess… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… this is not how a Bakir treats the one he loves… I’m so sorry…”

NO! This cannot be happening! I must not let it happen! But it is far too late for that. It has already happened.

I first felt it when I saw him forced to execute his parents. I tried to deny it when I saw how broken he was as he drowned his sister. It was a seed that stubbornly began to grown despite my best efforts to stomp it out.

I did not come up here to offer myself to him to save my handmaiden, although I did hope he would be merciful. And I did not come up here just to receive the punishment I deserved, although I accepted it in full measure. I came up here because of something far more disturbing.

I can no longer deny it. It is unfathomable. Our shared misery has had a profound effect upon me.

I am here because I love him.

The shame is overwhelming. But it begins to melt away as I am softened by the tears of a heartbroken Bakir. That is when my own tears flow unbidden as I too begin to sob into his shoulder…

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

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