Morning executions – the Houdini tank 4.5 (10)

Posted on January 6, 2019 by riwa

I knew this day was coming. I’d hired myself out to him, knowing full well how it would end. Now I was going to be executed.

For those of us with little hope of bettering our situation, we’re allowed to sell ourselves into slavery. It’s a good life for the most part. But there’s a high turnover rate. The men who own us usually grow bored after a while, disposing of us so they can hire a new slave to break in.

I was told there would likely be very little warning. Master might have me executed on a whim. But life was good and I accepted my situation by making the best of it and enjoying all the benefits it had to offer.

Last night I was summoned into his chamber. There was more sex than usual. He used me in virtually every position imaginable.

The orgasms were glorious. But as the night wore on I began to have suspicions. Why were we fucking so much? Did he have something special in mind for me? Or was I being paranoid?

In the morning he was gone when I woke up. I dutifully cleaned myself up and got ready for the day. At ten he summoned me.

I got naked for him before I was taken down to his basement. When we got there I found a Houdini tank lying on its side. Right away my hands were tied behind my back. So we were going to play more drowning games, eh?

Extra rope was used to secure me. He ran the rope up through my crotch before wrapping it around my waist. It ran up around the back of my neck when he was finished.

A heavy metal ball was attached to my ankles. Then he tipped the tank upright with me inside. That’s when I felt that familiar jolt of fear and arousal.

There had been many sessions down in his dungeon before. This was not the first time in the Houdini tank. But this time I had a premonition something bad was going to happen.

My tank was placed in front of a small metal platform. My breasts hardened as I became short of breath. Then Master touched the glass.

“We’ve had a good year, Miriam. But our time has come to an end. I’ve invited some friends over to watch you drown.”

My eyes widened in horror as he strung a hose to the top of the tank. Then he turned the water on. It would take some time for the container I was in to fill. So it was to be a slow, painful drowning, eh?

He left me alone to contemplate my final minutes. I could not believe he was finally executing me! I’d hoped I would be the one that would soften his heart in order to keep me around a while. I guess it was a foolish hope.

The water had reached my waist when his guests began to enter. They all had glasses of champagne as they gathered around to watch. I counted four men and three woman.

They all came over to look at me, inspecting the tank I was in. Had Master told them I was going to drown in here? Even now I wanted to believe it was just another show for their amusement.

He’d put me on display countless times before. Perhaps he would relent and spare me. The water was comfortable, not at all what I’d expected. For an execution I fully anticipated cold, bracing water that would leave me short of breath and hasten my demise.

Master came in and mingled among his guests. He asked how they were doing and if they were looking forward to my performance. He acted as though I was just a thing to be used and then tossed away.

I heard one of the Mistresses ask what my drowning was going to look like. He told her there would be bubbles and lots of thrashing around. She seemed to get quite excited at the idea.

A couple of the guys smiled at me as they watched the water rise. I could not help but notice their arousal. Bulges became distinct in each set of trousers.

“I see she’s getting close,” Master told his guests. By then I was forced to tip my head in order to breathe. My heart raced as I trembled with fear and a perverse arousal.

I could see Master’s growing erection as well as he climbed onto the metal platform. In times past he would pull me up for a breath of air before torturing my lungs. Perhaps he would do so again. It was my only hope.

The water rose until I was forced to hold my breath. Master has subjected me to drowning games many times before. Thus my breath-hold times have steadily increased. Perhaps that was why he’d chosen this method to dispose of me. He was always so excited the way I struggled underwater.

I waited patiently as the water continued to rise. The seconds ticked by as his guests observed closely. They kept a respectful distance, making sure all could see what was about to happen to me and that no one blocked another’s view.

The strain in my lungs grew worse. I t felt like I’d been holding my breath pretty close to two minutes. Would he drown me right away? Or would he torment me first?”

He suddenly reached down and grabbed the rope up near the back of my neck. He pulled me up for a quick breath. I knew better than to waste the opportunity.

I filled my lungs before he dropped me. Bubbles spewed out of my nose. My heart skipped a beat as my breasts pressed against the front of the glass. I knew he wanted me to put on a good show.

His guests edged closer for a better look. I could feel the familiar stirrings of panic and arousal. How many times had I previously cum in this tank? How many times would he let me cum before he decided my time was up? Was he really going to drown me??

I could not prevent myself from rubbing my thighs together. The rope through my crotch was both agony and ecstasy. I could tell by the expressions on the faces of his guests how much they were enjoying the show.

How many times would he lift me up for a breath? Had I already gotten my last one? There was no way of knowing.

“How long can she last?” one Mistress asked.

“A long time, actually,” his voice replied from behind me as I released bubbles out of my nose. This was not just an execution, but a performance I was expected to give them all.

I strained for all I was worth until my stomach began to ripple. I swallowed my breath back down as I struggled not to inhale. The agony was terrible, yet erotic – a form of asphyxiation I’d learned to climax to over and over again.

“She will cum right before she loses her breath,” I heard Master tell them. That’s when I knew what was required of me. He always waited until seemingly the very last moment before pulling me up.

I strained; I struggled; I fought to conserve my air in my lungs. At the same time the rope dug cruelly into my crotch. I was not sure how much longer I could hold out.

I felt panic start to swell within me. Was he really going to drown me this time? There was enough evidence that indicated “yes”, although I still held out hope.

I lost a burst of bubbles before it overtook me, a hot wave of pleasure. I writhed and bubbled, my legs bending as I brought my thighs together. The Mistresses “oohed” and “aahed” as a stain appeared in a set of trousers before me.

I felt him pull on the rope behind my neck, pulling me up for a breath. I gasped deeply, panting like crazy at the rush of air down my lungs. “Well done, my pet,” Master told me from behind with pride. “You’ve earned a faster drowning.” And with that he let me go.

I hit the bottom, losing more bubbles out of my nose. I strained for all I was worth to hold my breath. But I was already tired, the orgasm having taken away my energy reserves.

The strain returned, much quicker than before. His guests took another step forward. My eyes opened wider in alarm.

Was this it; was he really going to drown me now? It was hard to imagine him giving me up like this. On the other hand we’d fucked special last night, well into the early morning hours. It was easy to believe he really meant it this time.

My stomach rippled as my chest heaved. The burn in my lungs got worse, even as I released a few bubbles to lessen the strain. It helped for a moment, only for the agony in my lungs to return.

I released more bubbles, watching his guests observe my every move. I could not help pleading with my eyes. But there was no mercy to be seen in their excited faces.

I released more bubbles, but it did no good. My lungs heaved noticeably. The Mistresses had looks of rapture on their faces.

The orgasm that hit was more intense than before. I writhed and bubbled as my knees bent. The pleasure momentarily blotted out the agony. Then it returned in a rush.

My lungs screamed, my stomach rippling as my chest heaved. I anxiously awaited master’s hand to reach down, grab the rope and pull me back up.

I waited in vain.

I swallowed a little mouthful of water. My lungs heaved again as more bubbles spewed out of my nose. I gulped as I swallowed again, but I simply could not hold my breath anymore.

I gulped water as air spewed out of my nostrils. Then I inhaled deeply. Instantly my body was wracked with painful convulsions.

I tried to cough all that water back up. But I only succeeded in swallowing more. I began hitching and gurgling in agony, unable to believe it could hurt so bad.

Master’s guests eagerly leaned forward as one as I drowned in front of them. I kept gulping water as my lungs heaved in protest. Then I felt another massive wave of pleasure crash over me, my thighs reflexively rubbing together as my knees bent.

It was gone in an instant, although I thought I heard one Mistress remark, “My gawd; she just orgasmed again!” The pain returned in a rush as I kept trying to breathe, only to pull more water into my lungs. I fought over each mouthful until my body finally shut down.

I hitched gently as though I was still attempting to breathe. I felt my bladder give way as a warmth filled the water at my crotch. There was another small wave of pleasure that enveloped me. Then my vision began to constrict around the edges until I was aware of nothing at all as I gently swayed back and forth in Master’s Houdini tank…

2018 (written Oct 7 ’18 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Dec 31, 2018 Update 0 (0)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

The second half of the year has been interesting. The good news is I managed to make two trips up to see mother this year. We found a way to air out the interior of the house because of her smoking. She was so appreciative I stayed with her that she has now decided not to smoke in the house anymore. That is a sacrifice on her part and I greatly appreciate it.

She’s had her share of health issues. She banged her leg and she even received a spider bite. But the leg is healing and the spider bite is no longer affecting her. Her main focus is on the medications necessary for her heart and some other glands. She worries me, but she tells me she is getting along as best she can.

I guess I was feeling guilty about not having health issues of my own. So I decided to go all out the second half of this year. I started with a painful kidney stone lodged where it shouldn’t have. I ended up passing 4 of them. Next was the discovery of a gallstone. That, too, was painful. I’ve been forced to adjust my diet, and on a side note I’ve lost about 9 pounds. It’s amazing what you can do when your body complains if you eat the wrong thing.

Not content with stones, I had a chunk of skin removed. They discovered melanoma. In January I’ll have a biopsy to see if little melanoma villages have sprouted up all over my insides. That would be no fun at all. And yes, my mind went to unhappy places when I was first told what they found.

Not to be left out, I had two cavities filled in December. Then my body decided to take a break when I got a Christmas cold. The only present it gave me was congestion. But I’m feeling much better now.

So that was the exciting part of my year. I hate to be one of those older people discussing his health issues. So I won’t discuss them anymore. Instead I’ll tell you I’m working at getting some older stories reposted. I have a lot to go through, but I’ve also reposted a lot. I had no idea I’d written so much. I guess that means I’m going to need more self-discipline for next year to get all these stories re-edited and re-posted.

I hope your year was a lot less “eventful” than mine was if you know what I mean. I hope the holidays were special and that you created many wonderful memories with friends and family. I appreciate you coming and finding a story to read and enjoy. Thank you so much for stopping by.

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New Year’s Eve Terrie 4.2 (5)

Posted on December 31, 2018 by riwa

It was New Year’s Eve, and Terrie was alone. Her plans for a date had not panned out. So she was out slumming it in one of the Tampa bars.

She was interested in a little shemale action, although a lesbian encounter would suffice. She wanted to end the year by strangling the first unlucky bitch she could pick up and take to a motel. She wanted to fuck death orgasms out of the corpse to ring in the New Year. But so far she wasn’t having any luck.

If all else failed she hoped to run into a couple of acquaintances she knew as a last ditch effort. These were women who were well known for their promiscuity. In fact she’d learned about their reputations from a couple of regulars at the bar.

She’d had drinks with them once before. But they’d had other plans and had asked for a raincheck. Perhaps tonight was the night to cash that check in, if only they would show up.

She asked the female bartender, a woman she was attracted to, if she’d seen the women she was thinking about. Yes, they’d both been in earlier. But they’d left with a couple of others she strongly suspected were “packing a little extra male anatomy, if you know what I mean”.

Terrie sighed with disappointment. Damn! They’d probably gotten the kind of night she was hoping for. And here she’d even tried the butch cut for her hair and everything, just to attract some attention!

It was almost 11pm, and Terrie was still alone. She’d just decided to call it a night when she turned and bumped into a woman. Immediately she apologized.

“No need to apologize, honey. I saw you sitting here by yourself and wanted to come over and introduce myself. Are you leaving?” The newcomer looked exotic with her dark skin, large boobs and short hair.

“Well, I was thinking of going home since there doesn’t seem to be much going on around here.”

“Are you looking for a little action?”

“Why? Are you offering some?” Terrie looked her up and down, licking her lips at the idea of asphyxiating this sexy looking bitch.

“I think I can offer you a night you won’t forget… that is, if you’re interested.”

Terrie would have played hard to get. But she was horny, it was getting late, and she was willing to take anything she could get. A night with this exotic creature might be just the ticket. So she paid her bar tab before telling her to lead the way.

–

Terrie got excited when they went to the woman’s home. This would make it easy to asphyxiate her now without having to move the body! Terrie found herself getting wet with excitement.

Once they got inside the door, they started making out. Terrie pressed up against her, only to discover she was packing. It was an added bonus.

She gasped with delight as she reached down and rubbed the growing bulge. “You’re not upset?” the exotic woman asked with a questioning look.

“Oh not at all,” Terrie purred. “It’s the best of both worlds – tits and cock! And you have both – a nice ‘clitty’ and a great set of knockers.”

“Yours are great too, hun,” the woman said as she pushed her face between them. Terrie was half tempted to smother her with her boobs right then and there.

“Love your thigh-high heels, hun,” the woman told her. “They make you look sexy.” And with that they slowly started undressing each other until all that remained was their footwear.

Terrie got onto her knees and slobbered all over the sexy woman’s hardened “clitty” It was nice and erect, a healthy length and a delicious diameter. She was going to enjoy sucking death cums out of it all night long.

Terrie was finally ready for some cock up her twat. She asked, “Shall we head back to the bedroom?”

“Of course, honey. Now it’s my turn for some fun.”

“Your turn?”

“You’ll find out.”

They walked down a hall to a back bedroom. Before they got there Terrie thought she heard something. She paused as she turned toward her host.

“Wait; do you have company?”

“Just a couple friends of mine. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh no; of course not. I was just… I was just expecting it would be you and I is all.”

“Well, we’re having a little New Year’s Eve party. I hope you don’t mind I like to share. Besides, if you like what I’m packing then you’re going to love what they’ve got.”

“Oh really?”

Terrie tried not to sound too disappointed. It wasn’t how she’d hoped the night would turn out. But having sex with a trio of shemales was bound to give her some juicy orgasms.

When they walked in the door she saw she’d entered an orgy. Inside were two more equally exotic, dark-skinned women with large breasts. They were naked… and they were definitely packing.

What surprised her was seeing those two acquaintances she knew from the bar lying naked on the large bed. What an incredible coincidence! Here they were, together at this house on New Year’s Eve and… wait a minute!

They were both lying flat on their backs, their heads hanging off the end. The one she knew as Shawna was being fucked in her cunt by an equally exotic, brown-haired beauty. Her body rocked from the thrusts as her boobs wobbled like crazy. But her face was a very dark shade of red… almost purple.

Her eyes were open, but they looked sort of glazed over. She wasn’t reacting in the slightest. And there was a strange red line cutting around her neck, looking puffy and swollen.

Deanne was lying right next to her, her mouth getting fucked deep and hard. Her playmate was groping and molesting her boobs. She had the same red line around her throat, the same disturbing color on her face.

“What the hell? Terrie gasped in alarm. A moment later she felt a rope come down around her neck. It was pulled tight as a cock thrust hard into her cunt.

She started gasping and gurgling as the one fucking the lifeless woman she knew as Shawna looked in their direction. “Did you pick out a good one, Colette?”

“Found her at that same bar, Yarina. She’s got nice tits and is more than willing. How’s that one coming along?”

“Great! I just fucked another death cum right out of her!”

“Damn; you got a good one then! Let’s hope I picked out a winner here. What about you, Sherie?”

“I’m going to fill her mouth with cum before I fuck her dead ass, Colette.”

“Good for you.” Then she leaned closer to Terrie’s ear as she fucked her harder.

“Yarina got to fuck that bitch while strangling her to death. Sherie got the other one. They were too cummed up to put up any kind of resistance. Now you’re going to cum for me while I strangle you to death, right?”

Terrie tried to rise up to resist. Colette roughly pushed her back down until she was almost touching the floor with her hands. “Oh no, honey! You look right into that full length mirror right in front of you and enjoy the show. I know I’m going to.”

Terrie looked ahead to see a full length mirror had indeed been set up. She hadn’t paid any attention to it because she’d been distracted by the others’ fucking the two dead bodies on the bed. Now she could see her reflection, the image of a big-boobed butch all dizzy and breathless, the rope tightening and threatening to cut off her air.

“We’re going to have fun ringing in the New Year with your three dead corpses, honey. Oh, we had fun with them first. Then I left them to enjoy themselves while I went to the bar to pick you up. Now that you’re here we’re going to have a lot of necro sex fun after midnight, don’t you think?”

Terrie rasped and gurgled as she tried to pry the rope off from around her throat. Colette kept swatting her hands away. “Oh no, honey. You’re going to give me a good climax before I enjoy your corpse, right? Just look at yourself in the mirror and watch yourself go. I promise the three of us will take good care of you after you’re gone. We always share our play-toys with each other, especially when it comes to pulling death-cums out of a sexy corpse. So don’t you worry. You’ll get to experience their cocks again and again long after you’re gone.”

Terrie couldn’t help squeezing involuntarily with her cunt as she struggled to breathe. “You feel great clenching around my “clitty” baby. I’ll bet you’ve done this before haven’t you… been asphyxiated during sex? Damn! I think I got the best one of the three!”

Terrie looked over to see Shawna’s body twitch a little. Was the woman having an orgasm after she was dead?? And did Deanne just twitch her mouth a little as though she was sucking on that cock even though she was gone??

Terrie rasped and gurgled as she tried to breathe. She tried to rise up, only for Colette to push her back down. “Damn, honey! I’ve got to cum already!” And with that Terrie passed out as she was filled with her cream.

When she regained consciousness her situation hadn’t changed any. Colette was now fucking Shawna’s dead mouth as Sherie fucked Deanne’s cunt. Looking in the mirror revealed her reddened face along with the image of Yarina thrusting behind her as she was fucked again, the rope pulling tight.

“Damn, Colette; you’re right! She really clenches when she’s being strangled! Just look at her face in the mirror.”

“Nice and red, isn’t it? I swear she’s done this before.”

“Hell, do I get a turn?”

“You might as well, Sherie! She might last long enough for all three of us to fuck her before midnight!”

Terrie tried to rise up again. But she was deeply strangled. She looked in the mirror and saw a profoundly asphyxiated woman with a butch haircut looking back at her while an exotic, dark-skinned shemale beauty gave her the fucking of her life.

She numbly glanced over at the bed. Shawna was still dead, although her mouth was “eagerly” taking that she-cock. Next to her Deanne was being ruthlessly pounded, her boobs really shaking.

Terrie clenched instinctively around the cock thrusting inside her. Her brains were scrambled from the asphyxia. That’s when she saw the woman in the mirror reach underneath to reach for her nub.

“Damn, Colette! This bitch is fingering herself!” And with that Terrie orgasmed before passed out again.

When she awakened she saw Yarina fucking Shawna on the bed while her friend Colette was pounding Deanne. Both shemale beauties were thrusting in unison, trying to see who could get their corpse to have a death orgasm first. Both faces of the dead women were shaded almost to a purple or blue-grey.

She looked in the full length mirror and identified who was now fucking her. What was her name again? Was it Sherie? She was having a hard time thinking clearly.

She felt it swell within her. She was so breathless she could hardly think straight. But her hand reflexively reached back to finger her button.

“Damn, Colette! She’s doing it again!”

“Come inside her as she passes out!” And with that Terrie orgasmed herself into unconsciousness as she felt another helping of cream fill her cunt.

Terrie couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not. She stared into a mirror at a woman who seemed to be deeply asphyxiated. Some exotic beauty was fucking her hard from behind. She thought she vaguely recognized her from the bar.

At that moment fireworks went off somewhere outside in the neighborhood. “That’s your cue, honey,” the shemale told her, pulling hard on the rope. “It’s midnight so it’s time for you to die. So look in the mirror and watch yourself fade away, ok?” Now Terrie couldn’t breathe at all.

She was too weak to reach back to finger her button. She just stood there balanced on her heels, her hands almost to the floor. She didn’t know who or where she was, only that she was cumming again… orgasming her way into oblivion.

“Damn, I think she’s dead on her feet!” Colette gasped. Then she pulled her cock out and sprayed all over Terrie’s backside. There were stray twitches and muscle spasms. But there certainly didn’t seem to be any life left.

“Ok, girls!” Colette declared! “We’re going to necro fuck the New Year in right!” And with that they all changed corpses, knelt them over the end of the bed and then fucked their asses side by side to fully usher in the New Year.

2017 (Written for Terrie Dec 27 ’17 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on December 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming January rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
A woman becomes obsessed with hanging her friend.
Two girls volunteer to be barbecued.
A maid bursts in at the wrong time and ends up “getting a bath”.
Pooja is curious about a noose machine and how it works.
A woman gets a bucket of air to breathe from as she tries not to drown.
More of the Peace Treaty as an added reward.
A swimcap can have more than just one use.
And anything else I might get the urge to post.

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.
This year I hit the big medical trifecta – kidney stones, gallstone and melanoma. Did I neglect to mention the two cavities I had filled and the Christmas cold I’m getting over? I guess that makes 5 instead of 3. It can be such a pain when your body gets older. I sure hope your Christmas went much healthier than mine did and that you made some nice memories to look back on with fondness.
Happy New Year and thank you so much for being my patrons.
See you in 2019.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Shelly 19 (plus bonus) (12-6-18)

17184 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of recently edited older stories with an addition of nearly 1600 words.

Shelly 19 – The pair of females out in the deep end are practicing and pretending. Then they decide it’s my turn to pretend to bubble my breath away. But when my first attempt doesn’t go well, they decide they want me to do it for real. Will Shelly come out in time to intervene? Or does she want to watch? (15 pages)

Late Night Bondage Slut 3-4 – The female swimmer wants me to cut loose and have fun with her, wanting me to enjoy our time together of bondage and sexuality every bit as much as she will. This night may prove to be an incredibly erotic one.  (17 pages)

Emma bundle 3 (reactivated 12-14-18)

16783 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older Emma-getting-herself-into-trouble stories, with over four and a half hours of recent editing and an additional 1800 words added for your reading enjoyment.

A dangerous man – Emma gets more than she bargains for when she meets Ryan at a cocktail club. She sneaks him back to her dive center after hours (her day job) to fulfill her erotic fantasies by seeing if he truly is ‘a dangerous man’. (13 pages)

Another little diving incident – Emma gets trapped inside a wire mesh cage in her wetsuit and scuba gear while checking underwater sensors for the river. To complicate matters, her tank is low on air while her boss Stephanie drifts right outside the cage with a wicked grin on her face. (8 pages)

Trying a new regulator – Emma’s boss Stephanie tells Emma to come to her boat after work to try out a new regulator. But when Emma gets there she discovers her boss has no intentions of her actually trying it out in the river. Instead it will turn into an erotic breath-play that could turn on her for the worse! (8 pages)

Mothers and Sons (reactivated 12-14-18)

18151 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older stories I have edited about mothers and their sons being in the pool together.

Pool thoughts – A mother discovers her son is in the pool again and starts having naughty thoughts about him. But her son starts having his own naughty thoughts the moment he sees his mother come out to the pool. Will their fantasies overcome their sensibilities? (17 pages)

Seducing a mother and her son – Stephanie is chatting with their next door neighbor Marie while her son uses the pool. But the neighbor has erotic designs on both mother and son… as well as something else a little more bubbly. (10 pages)

The boy who mows the lawn – Two brothers in their 40’s have some erotic pool fun with the teenager who mows the lawn. His mother shows up and becomes so excited at the activity in the pool that she decides to join in. (8 pages)

Dear Diary 13 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 12-14-18)

words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of newly written stories. Included is a new chapter involving what Kristen experiences in the water that she keeps writing about in her diary. Also included is another segment of Paris’ visit to the Club with the other Pi Omicron Ro Nu pledges during Sorority night. (My thanks for JustPaul’s great cover render.)

Dear Diary 13 – Her best friend is over for a visit and the two become bored. So they go outside for a swim where Tina eventually starts dominating Kristen. Things start getting frisky in the pool until her brother comes outside. That’s when Tina starts dominating him as well as things become sexual. But will Tina pay an erotic price? What made her act so domineering? And what will happen to Billy once their mothers show up? A very erotic chapter. (15 pages)

Sorority night at the Club 4 – It’s sorority night, and these pledges are expected to give their all sexually. But sometimes a little more may be required. Paris and the other patrons witness the results of a fight between a fraternity member and his girlfriend who finds herself naked inside the water tank up onstage. They’ve had fights before, but this time has he had enough? Will he make her go all the way? The fraternity guys start wagering among themselves as to whether he will or he won’t.

Next Paris witnesses a middle aged woman decide to go out in a blaze of glory before the illnesses in her family tree can have a chance to strike. So this woman willingly puts on a performance in the noose for all the Club patrons as well as members of the fraternity and sorority. But when Paris wonders what it must have felt like, the Head Master of the fraternity may take her to a private room to show her. (13 pages)

JP Shorts – Open Ocean (reactivated 12-16-18)

3830 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of JP illustrated short stories, all taking place in open water.

Cold as Ice – The hunter becomes the hunted as Sofia heads to the depths with her spear gun in search of a meal. (7 pages) 905

Octopussy – Kathleen witnesses a woman diving into dangerous territory. So she goes after her to warn her before the creature she’s been stalking gets to her first. (11 pages)

Sea of Love – Jessica heads down to a sunken vessel to get off, only to meet an ocean girl who seems only too happy to help her with her desires. (9 pages)

Island 7-8 (plus Club bonus) (12-15-18)

14920 words – $5.00

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

Island 7-8 – The focus is on an inmate named Ruth who seems to want to give up without participating in any more contests. But she changes her mind and takes part in the breath-hold contest where another inmate will be eliminated. (16 pages)

Jaime 8-10 – Three more pageant girls take to the Entertainment stage for the club fundraiser, all for a good cause of course. There’s a little noose action, the guillotine is involved… and one girl even asks for a more hands on approach when it comes to squeezing her throat. (15 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus short [Alana] involving an erotic noose. (3 pages)

 Island 9-10 (plus Club bonus) (12-15-18)

12903 words – $5.00

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

Island 9-10 – We learn of another inmate named Frances who is trying to consolidate power. She is involved in the demise of a couple of inmates and tries to formulate an ambush toward others she also considers dangerous to her position. Will her plans succeed? (14 pages)

Jaime 11-12 – A pageant girl eagerly rides the spit while sexually taking audience members who’ve donated for the privilege of enjoying her up onstage while she’s being impaled. Then two of the girls are brought up onstage after a poor performance in the sex rooms. One is impaled while the other ends up giving her all in the guillotine. (14 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus short [Carmen] involving an erotic noose during some alone time. (3 pages)

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Gambling your life away (Part 1) 4.4 (8)

Posted on December 24, 2018 by riwa

Not exactly a story full of the holiday spirit. But I hope a Club story will make a nice addition to cover my domain foul-up. Have a very Merry Christmas.

Part I

Emily the oldest worked at a bank. Dorothy was interning as a legal secretary. Winifred had a fiancé and it was getting serious. And Zilpha, the youngest, had gotten a job at one of the local museums.

The sisters were close and enjoyed spending time with each other. But their lives were already starting to pull them apart in different directions. It was a part of life, but they wanted one last holiday together. Somehow they managed to arrange their schedules to coincide with each other.

They saved up enough money for a trip to America. There were big cities, famous landmarks, National Parks, and all sorts of historical sites to see. They had enough money between them for a couple of weeks. But they were thinking they should only be gone seven or eight days before returning back to England to their busy lives.

The first couple of days were spent on the East coast sightseeing. In the evenings they made their way to a bar not far from their motel. They loved to spend some time discussing the day’s events before retiring to their motel for the night.

On that second night at the bar they were in the process of trying to decide if they wanted to go to a nightclub for some dancing or simply head back to their room. That’s when they attracted the attention of a couple who’d been inadvertently eavesdropping. They were in their late twenties and introduced themselves as Bjorn and Sherise Johansson from Sweden.

The ladies invited them to come sit with them. The couple got chairs and joined them at their table. Dorothy offered to refresh their drinks, which they happily accepted.

“We couldn’t help overhearing your conversation,” Sherise began. “We think we may have the answer to your question of how to spend one of your evenings.”

“If you’re looking for a nightspot, we know of a special place,” Bjorn added.

“It’s this Club on the edge of the city,” his wife continued as they alternated back and forth. “It has gambling and dancing. But there’s much more to it than that.”

“So much more,” her husband agreed with a knowing smile. “Especially if you want to gamble with something other than money.”

When the sisters pressed them for more information they were told the Club was famous for the occasional execution. “There’s even a roulette wheel by the Entertainment stage,” Bjorn told them. “We’ve heard you can take a risky ride on the guillotine while they spin the wheel. They even have two guillotines to ride. That means on those rare occasions when both guillotines are in use, you’re virtually guaranteed to see a woman lose her head.”

“We didn’t see any deaths the night we were there,” Sherise told them, sounding disappointed. “But we did watch a few videos. It would have been terribly exciting getting to witness a beheading for real. So we’re thinking about going back tomorrow night before we head back to Sweden.”

“A real guillotine?” Zilpha asked, her curiosity aroused. “I work at a museum back home. We have a guillotine set up in the back. But I not sure it’s ever been used. I think it’s just for show.”

“Well this place has a working one for sure,” Sherise said with a twinkle in her eye. “They even have back rooms where you can have sex with anyone you want. And if you don’t want to die in public, you can rent a private execution room if you want. They call them ‘snuff rooms’.”

The other sisters looked at the couple in wide-eyed disbelief. They were not sure they believed the Johanssons. Their story seemed much too improbable to believe.

The couple had interesting stories of other sights they’d seen. The rest of the evening was spent regaling each other about places where they’d been. But when the hour got late the Swedes finally decided to call it a night.

They thanked the sisters for the drinks before heading back to their motel. After they were gone Dorothy suggested they all get to bed as well since they had another active day planned for tomorrow. But that crazy story about the Club and those guillotines had taken root in Zilpha’s mind.

The next day was full of more tours and sightseeing. The sisters had a great time together until the sun went down. Then it was back to that very same bar for drinks and reminiscing.

While nursing her drink Zilpha brought up the idea of going to check out that Club previously mentioned by the Johanssons. Her sisters suspected she only wanted to go just to see a working guillotine. But it soon became evident Winifred had been giving it some thought as well.

Even Dorothy couldn’t help confessing some curiosity. Emily was the only one to express her reservations. So the subject was tabled for a later date.

The following day involved more sightseeing. By the time the sun was going down, the subject of the so-called “Snuff Club” had come up again. Zilpha and Winifred were growing insatiably curious. Even Dorothy was leaning toward checking the place out.

Emily was hungry and wanted to have a little supper first. So they visited the restaurant adjacent to the bar they usually frequented. The Club was not brought up again as they discussed landmarks they had visited.

After supper they went into the lounge for drinks. Zilpha and Winifred kept looking around as though hoping to run into the Johanssons. But the couple never materialized.

“The night’s still early,” Zilpha remarked as she checked her watch. Then she turned to the sister they all considered their unofficial leader.

“Dottie, what do you say we go have a look at that Club those Swedes were talking about the other day.”

“Still thinking about that guillotine?” Dorothy replied with a chuckle. “Do you really believe that story they told us? They don’t do things like that over here in America. That’s more of a French or English thing from past history. Their guillotines probably sit off in a corner of the building somewhere.”

“But what if they do? Wouldn’t it be the highlight of our trip to go visit the Club? Wouldn’t it be something if we actually got to witness a real beheading?”

“Do you really want to witness someone losing their head, love? Are you that curious?”

“Aren’t you?” Winifred interjected, sounding like she too wanted to go. “I can’t stop thinking about it! I don’t know, love. It just sounds… sexy I guess. Don’t you want to find out if that crazy story they told us the other day is true? It’s only across town.”

Dorothy frowned at her before turning to their silent sister. “What do you think, Emily? You haven’t said too much about it.”

“It sounds crazy to me, love. But if everyone wants to go check it out, then I guess I’m in. It might make for an amusing evening. Personally I’m wondering if that couple was referring to some museum pieces they saw. That’s probably what’s got Zilpha so fascinated.”

Everyone seemed willing to go. Besides, the night was still young. And after all, hadn’t that couple mentioned gambling and dancing going on at that Club as well?

“Ok,” Dorothy said as she stood up. “I’ll pay the tab. Emily can call for a taxi to get us all over there. I guess it’s only fair Zilpha gets to see her guillotine.” Their youngest almost let out a squeal of glee as excitement filled her features.

—

They were able to access a minivan to take them over. The sisters were dropped off outside the building, only to discover a line of women waiting behind a rope to get inside. They looked around in surprise, wondering what they were supposed to do next.

“The line doesn’t seem to be moving,” Zilpha quietly told her sisters. “Do we have to wait out here to get in? I’m not sure I want to see what’s inside if it’s going to take forever just to get to the door.”

They had just starting discussing how to get back to their motel when one of the bouncers at the front door smiled and waved them to come closer. They looked at each other in confusion before heading over as a group. But as they cautiously approached, they were hailed by several ladies asking to be taken inside.

The sisters timidly got behind their spokesman Dorothy as they walked up to the bouncer. The gentleman certainly seemed handsome enough. He smiled as he asked, “Can I help you ladies?”

“We’re from out of the country,” Dorothy told him, embarrassed at stating the obvious since her accent was a dead giveaway. “We were told about this place and were curious. We, uh… we thought we might do a little… gambling.” In her mind was the image of a slot machine, the safest thing she could think of.

“Did you ladies bring any money with you?”

“Oh we have plenty,” she reassured him. “But I’m not sure how much gambling we were planning on doing tonight.”

Dorothy’s response made him smile even more. “Let me take you ladies inside and see what we can do.” Then he turned and led them to the door.

Several women in line cried out to be taken inside with them. Dorothy and her siblings tried to ignore them. That’s when Zilpha quietly asked her why the other women were being made to wait out in line.

“You expect me to know that?” Dorothy whispered in reply as they followed the bouncer inside.

“Don’t you know everything?”

“Oh, don’t be silly.”

They were led up to a counter manned by an attractive woman wearing an attendant’s uniform. She smiled warmly at them as she asked, “Can I help you ladies?”

“We’re here to, uh…” Dorothy wasn’t sure quite how to phrase it.

“We’re here to gamble!” Zilpha blurted out.

“Yeah, we’re here to gamble… and maybe do a little dancing?”

“Splendid!” the attendant told them as she reached behind her desk. Then she pulled out four small, very curious looking items.

“Would you please insert these into your belly buttons? Then we’ll proceed to get your pagers all set up.”

“Belly buttons?” Dorothy repeated dubiously as she picked one up and dubiously examined it. It looked like it had a sharp needle-like point sticking out of it.

“They’re pregnancy sensors, ladies. They alert the Club if you get pregnant while you’re here. If a woman gets pregnant, she is summarily executed up on the Entertainment Stage or off in a private snuff room.”

They stared at her in shock. Zilpha couldn’t believe it. “You mean they are really executed here if they get pregnant?? Bloody hell!”

The attendant smiled as she asked, “No one in your group has had any unprotected sex recently, have they? It would be a shame if a sensor popped before you got too far inside the facility.”

“No – no – no!” Winifred stammered with a dismissive wave. “We’re, uh… we’re not here for the sex or anything like that. We just want to, uh… gamble.” She wanted to say they were there to see the guillotines. But she decided against it.

“I’m sorry, ladies. But if you enter the Club, you must wear your pregnancy sensor. That way if something unfortunate happens while you engage in risky sex, the sensor will record it. If it pops, you’ll get to see our Entertainment Stage up close and personal. That’s probably the biggest gamble we offer here at the Club. At least you’ll probably get to choose the manner of your death.”

“M-Manner of our d-death?” Emily stammered nervously. Then she turned toward their leader.

“Uh, D-Dottie? I’m not sure we want to do this tonight; are you?”

Dorothy laughed nervously to hide the knot in her stomach. “No, love; you’re right. We’re not interested in any kind of risky sex. We just wanted to do a little gambling… maybe a little dancing and sightseeing since we were told this is a very unique establishment. But if we have to wear these uh… things… then we certainly aren’t interested in going inside. Right, girls?”

Emily shook their head while Winifred acted uncertain. But Zilpha was still curious despite the possibility of danger. Fearing their opportunity might be slipping away, she leaned closer and whispered, “Dottie? Can’t we get inside? I really want to see their guillotine!”

Emily patted her shoulder reassuringly. “I don’t think we should risk it, love. It’s just not worth it, not for some museum pieces.”

“Museum pieces?” the attendant replied in confusion.

“Zilpha and Winnie here think you have some museum pieces clear in the back,” Dorothy explained. “At least that’s what we were led to believe. But Emily’s right. I think we’d better not. If we have to stick these things in our bellies for a pregnancy risk when we aren’t even planning on having any sex, then I don’t think it’s worth it. We’re not here to shag or anything like that.”

She smiled at the attendant before thanking her for her time. Then she apologized for bothering her. “Oh, it’s no bother, miss,” the woman replied with a smile. “I’m just sorry you didn’t get to see the interior of our establishment.”

The attendant paused thoughtfully as the sisters put the pregnancy sensors back on the counter.  Then she asked, “You say all you want to do is a little gambling and dancing?”

“And to see your guillotine,” Zilpha hastily added, stating what she’d come to see the most.

“Let me see what I can do.” Then the attendant turned away, picked up a counter phone and placed a call.

Her voice was low and quiet. But Dorothy was able to pick up bits and pieces of conversation. “…four girls… no sex… just want to gamble… see the stage… maybe some dancing…”

They waited patiently before Emily suggested they should just call a cab. Winifred was still undecided, although she was starting to lean toward leaving. Of the four, Zilpha was the most disappointed.

Dorothy finally told them it wasn’t worth the risk. She waved at the attendant in the midst of the call, telling her, “Thanks anyway, love. But we’d better be going.”

The sisters moved toward the exit, Zilpha the more dejected of the quartet. Emily tried to console her by saying they could check out some museums tomorrow. Dorothy agreed, saying it was going to be getting late if they stayed too long.

They were almost to the door when the attendant called out, “Just a moment, ladies! I have Mr. Rick on the line. He’s the co-owner of the Club. He says if you’ll wait a moment he’ll be more than happy to come and give you a personal tour.”

They all paused in astonishment. Zilpha felt a renewed surge of hope as Winifred began to get excited again. But Dorothy was embarrassed a VIP of the Club was coming to escort them inside.

“Co-owner? My goodness, love! Don’t go to any trouble on our account!”

“Oh, no trouble at all. I told him you were visiting from out of town. He told me he’d be happy to show you around. He’s on his way.”

“Well, if we can get in…” Zilpha started to say, sounding hopeful.

“Maybe we’d better not,” Emily mused thoughtfully, the more concerned of the group.

About that time the door opened, allowing in the sounds of the casino beyond. A man in his mid-thirties in a black tuxedo walked into the foyer while pocketing his iPhone. “Mr. Rick?” the attendant motioned. “These are the ladies I was telling you about.”

He smiled at her before turning to address the sisters. “Good evening, ladies. Welcome to our Club. Everyone here calls me Mr. Rick.”

Dorothy blushed at the star treatment they were receiving. Then she introduced herself and the others, telling him they were all sisters having come over from England. He smiled and nodded, welcoming them to America.

“I understand you ladies would like a little tour. And I understand you might be interested in doing a little gambling without being forced to wear the pregnancy sensors?”

“Would that be possible?” Zilpha asked hopefully.

Emily gave her a scowl before telling him, “We don’t want to impose or to violate any of your rules.”

“As co-owner I’m allowed the occasional transgression, so long as it follows the spirit of the Club. Now if you’ll follow me.”

Zilpha and Winifred eagerly pushed forward while Emily was hesitant. Dorothy told her they might as well go inside, especially since they were here and were about to receive the grand tour from the Club co-owner.

Mr. Rick thanked the attendant for her services. Then he led the sisters through the double doors into the casino. They were immediately hit full in the face with the sights and sounds of numerous slot machines.

He led them around, showing them rows of machines as well as several gambling tables. Then he leaned closer as though trying to be heard. “I understand you’d like to see our Entertainment Stage? It’s right this way, ladies!”

He took them to what seemed like the back of the facility. The sisters gasped in awe when they arrived and saw what was on the platform. The roulette wheel on the main floor was in operation, but otherwise the implements of death were silent yet imposing.

“Bloody hell!” Zilpha gasped in awe as she looked at everything. “Do you… I mean do you really… USE those things?? Do you really have executions up on that stage?”

“Had a lovely beheading just last night,” he told them with a smile. “It was a lady from overseas as I recall.” Then he pointed at the black guillotine as he remarked, “You can still see some of the stains. After so many beheadings, the blood kind of sticks and becomes a permanent discoloration.”

The sisters looked at the guillotine in breathless wonder, feeling varying degrees of awe as well as a certain element of perverse arousal. Dorothy and Zilpha wondered if it could have been that Swedish girl they’d met a couple nights ago. There was a certain curiosity about what might have happened to her. On the other hand, they weren’t sure they really wanted to know.

Mr. Rick smiled at them. “I understand you ladies might be interested in doing a little gambling?”

“I’m not sure…” Emily murmured uncertainly.

“Could we, uh… I don’t, uh…” But Zilpha didn’t finish the thought as she didn’t even know what she was asking for.

Mr. Rick smiled at her. “I can take you ladies back to a private gambling room if you’d like.”

“A private room?” Dorothy repeated uncertainly. She didn’t know whether this was a good idea or not.

“Of course. That way we will be undisturbed for the duration of your visit. Now if you ladies will follow me.”

Once more he led them off. Zilpha and Winifred trembled with excitement, their knickers becoming damp. Emily was concerned they might be getting themselves into something unpleasant and dangerous. Dorothy was cautiously optimistic.

They followed him to what seemed to be a lone room in the corner of the building. He used a pager on his belt to get them inside. The sisters stepped through the door, wondering what they were going to encounter.

The lights came on, revealing a roulette wheel, a card table, and a small table with numbers and an elevated perimeter used for throwing dice. A heavy curtain blocked off part of the room. Mr. Rick sat down at the card table while the ladies all joined him by sitting in chairs on the opposite side as though he’d just become their dealer.

Almost immediately an attendant appeared in the doorway with a tray of drinks. “Would you ladies like some refreshments?” Mr. Rick asked, motioning at her and the tray. They all appreciatively took something, leaving a few glasses remaining on the tray as she walked back out.

“So what would you ladies like to play?” Mr. Rick asked with a smile.

“I don’t know,” Dorothy replied uncertainly as she looked at her sisters. None of them knew what games they should try.

“What are the stakes?” Zilpha wanted to know.

“That’s a very good question,” he answered with a knowing look. “This place is frequently referred to as a Snuff Club. If that’s the case, what do YOU think the stakes should be?”

Emily nervously asked, “Are you suggesting we actually wager… with our lives??”

“Are there any higher stakes one can use to wager than one’s life, miss?”

“Bloody hell!”

Zilpha’s knickers were becoming increasingly damp. And she’d picked up a tremor in her hands. Winifred was left panting and breathless, trying to speculate whether he was joking or if they might really end up risking their lives. Dorothy wondered just how serious he was, while Emily couldn’t help thinking maybe they were getting in over their heads.

Zilpha blurted out, “You mean we could *gulp* be executed… right in this very room?”

“That’s right, miss. For our private little gambling session I think we’ll make things easier by having the executions take place right here.”

“Right here??”

In response he reached underneath the table and pushed some sort of button. That’s when the curtain started to pull away. The ladies all turned… and gasped at what had just been revealed.

On the left was a chair with straps and wires, two posts protruding up from the seat. Next to it hung a noose emerging down from the ceiling. Next to that was a small guillotine with dark red stains marking the front. On the far right was a large, glass tank.

Zilpha let out a frightened squawk, her knickers becoming wetter by the moment. But she wasn’t the only one suffering from damp underwear. Even Dorothy and Winifred were now wet and trembling. Emily simply let out a quiet whimper.

“Is there a preference how you’d like to be dispatched should you become unlucky, ladies?”

He gave them that same charming smile as he motioned at the four objects. “We tried to include smaller versions of what we have up on the Entertainment Stage. But I can assure you they are all just as lethal.”

“Bloody hell!” Emily blurted out in alarm.

“We have a trophy case with heads I neglected to show you,” he told them. “I apologize for my lack of manners. Would you like to see it?”

“Uh… perhaps not,” Emily replied with dismay.

Dorothy’s stomach was starting to churn. She wasn’t sure she wanted to see the various heads to confirm his claims. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to see the head of Mrs. Johansson if it just so happened to be there.

“What h-happens to our bodies if w-we, uh…?” Zilpha was trembling and couldn’t finish the thought.

Mr. Rick smiled politely at her. “Have you ever heard the term ‘lady fingers’? I’m sorry… a bad joke. Anyway we have a fully functional kitchen. We have a spit that rotates the body over an open fire. Some will go into the oven while others will be chopped up into smaller portions for cooking. We can certainly make arrangements to get some of your meat back to where you ladies live if you wish. That way you can have a lovely dinner to remember your time in America or a meal to celebrate the life of one of your unlucky sisters here.”

Emily looked at Dorothy as though pleading for her to do something. “Dottie?? Bloody hell, love! Are we really g-going to do this?”

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

Mr. Rick looked disappointed. “Surely you ladies are not going to back away from a little risk, are you? After all, you’ve come a long way to be here. And we did pull some strings to get you inside without those bothersome pregnancy sensors.” Then he paused as he picked up a deck of cards and shuffled it.

“I know. How about something easy? You can all draw a card. If none of you draws the joker, I’ll give you $100 for every card you draw. What do you say to that?”

“$100??” Dorothy gasped in surprise.

“$100 for each card drawn,” he told them with a smile. “Sounds like quick money to me… that is, if you’re willing to take the risk.”

“And if one of us d-draws the joker?”

He looked at Zilpha and smiled. “Then one of you lovely ladies will get to show her sisters how one of our implements of death works. Won’t that be an exciting memory to take back home?”

2018 (Written for Dorothy Jan 17 ’18 by riwa)

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A present from Santa 3.8 (4)

Posted on December 24, 2018 by riwa

(Sorry about the domain name snafu. It makes me wonder why Santa would even send me a present like this.)

It was late Christmas Eve. I had just watched a Christmas movie on my computer. Since I lived all alone there wasn’t much more I could do other than go to bed early or watch something else into Christmas day.

Imagine my surprise when I received a knock at my door. There was no one I knew who would be coming to visit. I assumed they had the wrong door and thus proceeded to ignore it.

The knocking continued. In exasperation I went to the door and opened it up. What I saw made my jaw fall to the floor.

Standing before me was a young woman in a Christmas outfit. There was white fluff around her wrists and skirt, with a thick black belt crossing her waist. White stockings went down to a set of red heels. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage.

“Are you the one who writes drowning stories for all those websites?”

I eyed her dubiously. “Who are you? I wasn’t expecting anybody this time of night.”

“You’ve been very good this year writing drowning stories. Santa sent me for you to drown. My name is Leanne.”

She grabbed herself as she shivered. “Could I please come in? I’m freezing to death out here.”

I still had no idea who she was. But I couldn’t very well leave her out there, could I? So I opened the door and motioned for her to come inside.

“Thank you,” she said appreciatively once indoors. “It’s really nippy outside.” I was tempted to correct her by saying it was nippily. But I didn’t want to get slapped.

“Are you sure you’ve got the right address?” I asked carefully. “I really wasn’t expecting someone as…”

“Someone as what?”

“Someone as pretty as you knocking to get inside my door.”

She blushed as she smiled warmly, brushing the hair out of her face. “You sure make a woman feel attractive.”

“I, uh… thanks.” I was trying not to stare at her cleavage.

“You write drowning stories; correct?”

“How did you know that?”

“And you go by the name of Riwa on the forums, right?”

“See, that’s just it. How do you know all this stuff?”

“I told you Santa sent me to be your Christmas present.”

“My Christmas present?”

“Of course. I’m here to drown for you.”

I was stunned. “You’re joking.”

“Not at all. I’m quite serious.”

“Yeah, but I only write stories. I’ve never engaged in the real thing.”

“Well tonight you get to engage in the real thing.” Then she smiled knowingly at me

She giggled as she stepped over in front of the fireplace. Then she smiled as she showed herself off. “Do I look like the type of person you’d like to drown?”

“Isn’t that kind of a loaded question?”

“Well let me put it to you this way. Do I look like the type of person you’d like to see holding her breath until the bubbles poured out of her nose?”

“Well, I do like bubbles.”

“But do you like drowning bubbles?”

“Yeah, they’re just as good as any other… perhaps even better.”

“That’s what I thought. That’s why Santa sent me.”

“He sent you?”

“Well your name came up for a special Christmas present. When I heard about what would be expected of me I leaped at the chance. Shall we go look at your bathroom now?”

“Hey wait a minute!” But she turned and headed off down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t worry about me. I can find it.”

I followed her to my bathroom. She wrinkled her nose at the size of my tub. “Not the biggest one I would like to drown in. But I suppose it will have to do.”

She knelt over and started the water. She tested it to determine the kind of temperature she desired. Then she started to undress right in front of me.

“Hey, wait! If you’re cold and you want to take a bath, let me get the hell out of here!”

She was half undressed as I turned to go. She grabbed me and asked me to help her finish undressing. So she sat on the toilet and gave me each foot to remove her heels and stockings.

“Perfect,” she gasped with delight. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting just a little bit excited and breathless about drowning for you. So I might need these.”

She held her hands out toward me. A moment later a set of metal handcuffs appeared from out of nowhere. By now I was truly unnerved.

“You’re not going to feel bad about drowning me, are you?”

“Yes, I think I just might.”

“Well don’t be. I’m here of my own free will.” Then she shook her head.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That outfit will never do.”

“What outfit? Mine?”

I looked at what I was wearing. A moment later she waved a hand. The next thing I know I’m wearing all black, a hood with eyelets over my face.

“Much better,” she told me with a smile. “I think we’ll go with the ‘intruder scenario’. How does that sound to you?”

“’Intruder scenario’?”

“Oh you know. You broke into my house and drowned me in my bath.”

“But we’re in my house. And this is my bath.”

“A small technicality Santa can easily rectify when he comes to get my body. It doesn’t really matter where this takes place, right?” Then she turned off the water as she observed, “That should be enough to drown me.”

To my shock she put her hands behind her back and cuffed her wrists. Then she climbed into the tub. She got down flat and then tested it out as though getting her bearings.

“Shall I do a couple of breathholds first?”

“Now see here!” She just smiled as she inhaled deeply and then submerged.

She got water right up her nose, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. She looked up at me and blew a few bubbles past her lips. Then she blew a stream of nose bubbles before she brought her head back up.

“How’s that?” she asked with a glint in her eye. “Are we ready to proceed? Or do you want another test of my breathholding abilities? Maybe you’ll want to hold me down for a really long time before I drown.”

“Now just a damned minute!” But she’d already submerged again.

She lay a bit on her side because of her cuffed wrists. I saw how erect her nipples had become. To my embarrassment I found myself getting hard.

She stayed down for quite a while. Then she came up panting for breath. She smiled as she told me, “I’m ready, Riwa.”

“So how are we supposed to do this again?”

“I’m the fair damsel and you’re the intruder. Don’t tell me you’ve never written a scenario like this one before.”

“I, uh… I’ve written so many.”

“I’ve seen you and you can’t leave any witnesses behind. You caught me in my bath and used some handcuffs you brought with you. Now we’d better get started. After all, Santa will be here after a bit to pick me back up.”

“You a toy or something?”

“I’m as real as you are.”

“Well maybe I’m not real,” I murmured, looking around my bathroom. The whole thing suddenly seemed so damned surreal.

“Just push down on my head, ok? Just for fun you can push down on one of my tits and give me a little drowning grope while you’re at it.”

“Are you sure about all this?”

“I told you Santa sent me. Now can we get this show on the road? I’m so excited thinking I’m going to drown in in the next few minutes.”

“Excited?”

“Well, I’ll admit I’m a little bit frightened. But that just adds to the arousal factor, don’t you think? And judging by your bulge I’d say I’m one Christmas present you can’t wait to drown.”

“Well, I don’t know about that…” Then I heard fireworks going off outside in the distance. Someone was ringing in Christmas with leftovers from the fourth of July.”

“Do it, Riwa! Do it now!” Then she took a big breath and submerged.

I clumsily reached down and pushed on her head. Then I put my hand on a breast. It was warm and yielding.

She grinned up at me for just a second. Then she started to struggle. Instantly I let her up.

She came up looking incredibly annoyed. “Riwa, what are you doing??”

“You were struggling!”

“I’m supposed to struggle! It’s not a home invasion if I don’t struggle. Besides, my thrashing and bubbles will make it more fun for the both of us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just ask your bulge,” she said with a laugh.

“Don’t look down there.”

“Why not? I want you to enjoy my drowning. That will make Santa’s present special, right?”

“Well, I…”

“Now let’s get back to it. This time if I struggle you just push down even harder. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I don’t know how long it will be before Santa comes around. So we’d better get to it.” Then she inhaled and submerged.

I put my hand down on her head. Then I put my other hand on her breast. She moaned as I squeezed it a little.

She looked up at me and smiled. Then her expression changed to one of fear. I almost let her back up again. But I didn’t want the Jolly Old Elf to be mad at the way I treated his present. I didn’t want him to kidnap my unappreciative ass and drop me off somewhere over the North Pole.

I held her down as she appeared to hold her breath. She wriggled and struggled, but I don’t think she fought very hard. I suspect she was concerned her actions might cause me to let her back up again for another breath.

It wasn’t long before nose bubbles started coming up. She really got a look of alarm in her expression. I wondered if it was from a lack of air in her lungs or a sudden change of mind.

She really began thrashing about, her legs kicking up a storm. She lost more nose bubbles. Her body appeared to kick into that instinctive reflex of struggling to survive. Then she gulped water.

She began hitching and gurgling as she convulsed at the bottom of my tub. There wasn’t a ton of water at our disposal to pull off her drowning. But apparently there was just enough.

She jerked and spasmed as she gulped water. At the last second I wondered if she’d changed her mind. Maybe it was just a natural reaction. Shamefully my natural reaction was to cream my pants.

She finally began to settle down at the bottom of the tub. Her mouth gaped open as she twitched less and less. Then she hardly moved at all.

I let her go and looked down at her. She stayed down at the bottom of the tub with her face submerged. There was no movement whatsoever.

I pulled my hands up and shook the water droplets off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself. Then I stood there staring down at her.

What the hell had I done? Was this real? I suddenly felt faint and disoriented.

I made my way to the living room where I collapsed into a chair. I tried to process in my mind what had just happened. But I couldn’t make heads or tails of it…

I jerked awake about 1:30 in the morning. I thought I heard sleigh bells outside. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but I’m not sure it helped much.

I remembered what had happened and made a mad rush to the bathroom. But the tub was empty and dry. There was no sign of my drowning victim anywhere.

I looked all around. But there was no evidence a drowning had even occurred in the bathroom. I shook my head, wondering if I’d dreamed it all.

I was about to leave when something caught my eye. I bent down and looked around the toilet. Lying there was a pair of long white ladies’ stockings.

I picked them up and stared at them in astonishment. What the hell? I found myself wondering if maybe I needed to take another nap in the hopes the whole thing would turn out to be a dream. If so, what a dream it had certainly turned out to be…

2018 (written dec 23 ’18 by riwa)

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I owe it all to Zuzana 4.4 (17)

Posted on December 18, 2018 by riwa

(A bonus story for the holidays.)

I owe it all to Zuzana

The three of us were drinking rather heavily one night after an evening of hot lesbian sex and erotic asphyxiation. We were high off our orgasms and the wine was flowing freely. It ultimately turned out to be a deadly combination for one of us.

Zuzana looked at me and smiled. “Dusa, you should open a business doing erotic asphyxiation. Kamila here could be your assistant.”

“You’d be our regular customer,” Kamila laughed. “You’d go broke inside a month.”

I smiled as I shook my head. “Many places have already sprouted up touting the benefits of bondage and asphyxiation, Zuza. I doubt I could add anything new that would attract a clientele that is not already being served.”

“Then you could specialize.”

“In what?” Kamila wanted to know.

“Lesbian asphyxiations that result in death. You could become a certified asphyxologist… maybe even a snuffologist.”

“There are no such people,” I chided her.

“Then you could be the first, Dusa! Kamila will help you; right Kamila? After all, you operate the wand so efficiently.”

“That’s because you orgasm so easily,” she chuckled.

“You should become licensed, Dusa. There are few licensed death dealers out there. Give the customer an intimate send-off by asphyxiating her to death. It would be such an incredibly erotic ending, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never killed anyone before, Zuza.”

“But you’ve damn near killed me on several occasions.”

“That is because I can get a little caught up in your orgasms to the point where I have one of my own as I strangle the life out of you.”

“Then do it for real. I will be your first, Dusa. You can do it downstairs in your basement with the equipment you already have step up for the likes of me.”

Kamila shook her head. “Don’t be foolish, Zuza. Dusanka does not wish to strangle you to death. And you do not wish to die.”

“Oh, but I think she does. And I would be willing to be her first.”

“Zuza, you are intoxicated. We all are.”

“I really think you should get licensed and set up shop down in your basement. And I am serious when I say I will be your first. Take plenty of pictures and video of my death to advertise your services.”

“Perhaps we’d better go to bed and sleep off such a foolish idea.”

“But I’m serious! I want to be your first snuff-puppet!”

“Come on, Zuza,” I laughed, helping her stand uncertainly on her feet. “Let’s get my ‘snuff-puppet’ off to bed. You can sleep it off here for the night.” Of the three of us she needed the most help to reach the bedroom. But we wisely stopped off in the bathroom along the way.

—

Naturally I thought that would be the end of it. But the next day Zuzana was quite sober aside from a wicked hangover when she brought it up again. She suggested I get licensed right away. And once more she volunteered to be my first.

I thought she was crazy and I told her so. She said I could have a lucrative career asphyxiating as many ladies as I wanted. She said I could charge any price and there would be those who would be willing to pay.

“I told you I’m willing to be your first, Dusa.”

“Zuza, you are talking foolishness.”

“But I can see in your eyes what it does to you when you strangle me. And I know what it does to you when you rip orgasms out of my suffering body.” She did have a point although I was a little ashamed to admit how much I enjoyed it.

“Dusa, I will help you. Let us go down to the magistrate and get your license. The State will happily give you one if it means giving them more money in taxes in the end. These days there are many people willing to live out their very last day at the hands of another. At least you can give them asphyxiation orgasms while they are passing on into the next life.”

I shook my head, although by then I was actually starting to give it some thought. I still told her, “Zuza, I say you are talking foolishness.”

“And I say you should go ahead and do it. I even have the title of your business in my head. You can call it ‘Erotic Endings’.”

“Zuzana, stop with all this nonsense!” But how was I to stop someone like Zuzana? When she sets her mind on something there is no stopping her.

She dragged me off to the magistrate. Two hours later I had my license. The crazy bitch actually paid for it.

We sat through a half hour presentation on how to fill out the necessary paperwork so that everything was legal. Then Zuzana made sure I went home with twenty forms. How the hell were we supposed to find twenty people who wanted to be erotically asphyxiated to death??

She was trembling with excitement when we got back to my house. I poured her some wine to calm her down. Then she started making calls from her iPhone.

I looked at her gravely. “Zuza, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting all my affairs in order. Then we’re going to check your video gear downstairs before calling Kamila to come over.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you!”

“Dusa, you have no idea! Hell, I orgasmed the moment the magistrate declared you now had the authority to take a life, especially knowing the first one is going to be mine!”

“Zuza, I tell you this is foolishness!”

“Is it?” she asked as she looked me right in the eye. She put her hands on my breasts through my clothes and discovered how hard my nipples had become. Then she reached her hand under my skirt and felt how wet my underthings were.

“I was right. You are excited at the thought of snuffing me. C’mon, Dusa.”

I sighed in resignation. “Where are we going now?”

“We’re going downstairs to check your video gear. Then we’re going to call Kamila to come over and help asphyxiate me for real. Everything is almost ready. I swear I’m going to explode if we don’t get on with it!”

—

Zuzana was not satisfied with all of my equipment. So we went out and bought another camera with a tripod. I told I appreciated all her help but that I was concerned this might be going much too far.

“Oh you’re going to go far in this business, Dusa. But I’ll be going no further than tonight after you and Kamila strangle me. Now help me close out my bank accounts so I can make the transfers to your new business venture.”

There was one final stop at the bank. The manager Hamil Zobrist didn’t even bat an eye. He admitted having seen to the transfer of funds to at least half a dozen clients in the last two weeks for death purposes.

From there we called Kamila before going back to my place. Zuzana gave me the keys to her property since she had signed it all over to me to dispose of and to use the funds as necessary. Her enthusiasm had not diminished, which was unfortunate because I now found myself becoming all caught up in her excitement that I was going to strangle her to certain death.

Kamila came over to the house and soon learned all that Zuza had done. She was astonished until she saw how excited the poor slut had become. Then she saw it in my eyes.

“You really want to do this; don’t you, Dusa!”

“I… I don’t know, Kamila.”

“I can see it in your eyes. Can’t you see it in her eyes, Zuza?”

“Yes! Fucking hell yes!! You’re really looking forward to snuffing me, aren’t you, Dusa!”

“I… I…”

I got no further as she embraced me while kissing me passionately. When she pulled away she told me how turned on she was at the thought I was really going to enjoy asphyxiating her to death. She said our combined enthusiasm would be evident in the pictures and video I was to use to announce myself to the community.

Kamila shook her head. “This is foolishness.”

“That is what I keep telling her, Kamila.”

Zuza looked at her and grinned. “Just enjoy yourself using the wand on me as she strangles me to death, you bitch!”

Kamila gave her an evil glare. “I fully intend to, you stupid slut. If you are offering yourself to us then I fully intend to enjoy myself.”

“Ohhh” and the crazy cunt orgasmed right then and there. I had to help hold her upright as she nearly toppled over while panting for breath. Then she gasped, “Now get me down to the basement, Dusa! Tonight the orgasms are going to cum thick and fast.”

“And you will be dying as you experience the last one,” I breathed into her ear. I’ll be damned if she didn’t cum all over again.

She stripped out of her clothes once we got downstairs. Then we set up the cameras so that I could record everything. Kamila promised she would help me edit a good promotional clip for the media.

There was so much I was tempted to do to crazy Zuza down in the basement. But I knew of her limits. She could only go so far with her orgasms before she burned out. And I wanted her last one to be magnificent.

Kamila and I strapped her to the X-chair. It is cushioned so her muscles would not cramp. But it spread her arms and legs into such a deliciously lewd position. She was panting by the time we had her secured.

We activated the cameras before we spent several minutes touching her all over while trying to prevent her from cumming. Zuzana is one of those women who find it incredibly difficult to hold back her orgasms. But I knew how to deal with her.

We soon had her writhing and begging. I just covered her mouth and nose with my hand so she could not breathe. Her eyes widened in alarm and excitement as her chest heaved from lack of air.

I let go and she gasped for breath. I covered her mouth and nose again as Kamila continued touching her all over. Her body was trembling; she was on the verge of popping.

“You may have the honor of the first one, Kamila.” Then I choked Zuzana with my hands as Kamila began licking her.

Zuza rasped and gurgled as her body instinctively fought against me while wanting to breathe. “Does it feel good, slut?” I breathed into her ear. “Does it feel good knowing I’m going to kill you tonight?”

Her eyes rolled as she started to shudder. Kamila got a faceful of fluids. I experienced an orgasm as well, even while I was in the outfit Zuzana had suggested I wear as a professional.

Kamila and I touched her body all over again as she tried to compose herself. Then I used a bag over Zuza’s face as Kamila licked her again. Once more she got a faceful of fluids as I bagged her to near unconsciousness. She chuckled afterwards, telling me seeing video of Zuza orgasming violently should be a good sell to the clients I was attempting to reach.

We oiled her down, rubbing it deeply into her flesh before starting in earnest. Kamila used the wand on the sexy bitch until Zuzana shuddered over and over again in orgasm. Then I rigged the noose to come down from the ceiling, hooking it around her neck and cinching it up.

Kamila applied the vibrating wand while I applied the words in her ear. “Ready to die for me, Zuza?” She just kept bucking and shuddering from orgasm after orgasm.

I tightened the noose until she was really struggling to breathe. I knew she could not keep it up at this pace. Kamila applied the wand as I whispered, “Are you ready to die, my love?”

She rasped and winced as she tried to nod. “Can you feel the big one approaching, you sexy bitch?”

“Do it…. .pleeeese….. nooowwwww…” I was trembling like a leaf at her eagerness.

I nodded to Kamila. She smiled as she applied the vibrator full on. Then I tightened the noose even more until it looked like I was stretching Zuza’s neck.

She started bucking and shuddering, writhing like a wildcat against her bonds. I just giggled as I breathed into her ear, “Now I’m going to kill you, my darling. And I’m going to cum so hard while I’m doing it.”

Fluid started spraying out of her cunt. I barked at Kamila, “Keep the wand in position. This bitch is going to keep cumming as she strangles to death!” Then I winced as an orgasm overcame me.

Zuza’s body kept bucking and fighting as her back arched. Her face turned quite red before it started to take on a bluish hue. Her eyes rolled as though she was all caught up in a never ending orgasmic cycle. Then she went limp in the chair.

“Keep the wand in place just in case,” I told Kamila. A moment later Zuzana’s body seemed to go into little jerks and twitches. I found myself all out of breath as I climaxed again.

“Is she dead?” Kamila wanted to know.

“I’m not certain. Keep the wand in place.” Then I rubbed Zuza’s breasts as she started twitching a little.

I checked for a pulse, but I could not locate one. I did not think the wand was affecting my ability to find it. Then Zuza’s body seemed to orgasmically twitch again, although much less animatedly.

We kept at it for what felt like another 30 minutes until Zuzana’s body did not respond at all. I instructed Kamila to help me free her from the chair. Then I made the noose pull Kamila up into the air until the camera’s caught her hanging, her neck stretching as she pissed herself to fully indicate we had snuffed out the flame of her existence.

We left her dangling for an hour as we went upstairs for some much needed refreshments. Then we took her down and called for a disposal service. After her body was gone we looked at all the footage and spliced together some promotional material.

That was four months ago. Kamila and I have already used up those twenty forms. If anything, business seems to be picking up to the point where I’m forced to limit my services to about one client per week. And to think I owe it all to Zuzana and that one drunken night.

2018 (written Aug 3 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Sadie manip which I included for illustration purposes.)

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A gift to the shark-god 3.5 (4)

Posted on December 18, 2018 by riwa

 A gift to the shark-god

 (An alternate version/fanfiction to the scene in the movie She Gods of Shark Reef.)

When Queen Pua found me I was but an orphan being sold into slavery. She rescued me and brought me to the island of Raretu, an island of women. I owed her my life and vowed to faithfully serve her as well as the others on the island.

One might have expected life to be exceptionally difficult on an island such as Raretu. But it was not. Food was plentiful and the others looked after me with love and fondness. I made many new friends until I felt as though I had found a new home of peace and security.

I soon discovered there was one concern on the island: the pleasing of Tangoroa, the shark-god. He dwelled mostly along an area of the reef, a location that was forbidden to us. I learned that anyone who swam out too far and displeased Tangoroa never returned.

Six months after I came to live upon the island we suffered through a terrible storm. Queen Pua said the shark-god was angry with us. The only way to please him was to offer one of us to him during the Ceremony. If he accepted the gift that was offered, peace and tranquility would return.

I was new to the island so I did not witness this first hand. But that morning I saw them take one of the girls out in three outriggers. Her name was Alohi and she went bravely and willingly. When they returned she was not among them. Queen Pua later told me that Tangoroa had accepted her as a gift and that peace would soon return to our island, which it did. It was something I never forgot.

Life was good and I soon got to know many of the girls that were there. But there were two that stood out – Maka and Hiwalani – and we became the closest of friends. They taught me to swim and dive for pearls and to fish and gather fruit. I grew to love them as sisters.

There were many happy years for me, although the fear of Tangoroa’s anger was never far away. Queen Pua worked hard to satisfy him. There were several Ceremonies in which we lost girls of age who I had come to know and love. But each one went bravely. I was determined to show that same bravery when my time came.

I was approaching my 19th birthday and was finally of age when a terrible storm battered our island. There were several boats of outsiders that wrecked along the reef with much loss of live. Thankfully we lost no one on Raretu. But Queen Pua was greatly distressed, and I sensed a disturbance among our people.

She took an outrigger to the reef along with Kanunu and Nohea. I asked Maka and Hiwalani if they thought Tangoroa might need a special Ceremony. If so, I sensed my opportunity to serve a greater purpose had finally come.

I was not afraid. I wanted to die bravely so that peace would once again return to our humble island and to the girls I had come to love so fiercely. So I told them of my feelings and that perhaps my time of sacrifice had finally arrived.

These were words they did not wish to hear from me as they grew silent and contemplative. I had talked of this many times in the past. They had always attempted to discourage me from offering myself to the shark-god. But my mind was already made up that one day I would go.

My memories of the sacrifice went all the way back to Alohi’s great gift to Tangoroa. I had not known her well, but she had gone bravely and willingly. If my death would subdue Tangoroa’s wrath upon our island then I was ready to offer myself to the shark-god.

Queen Pua soon returned from the reef where she called us all together. She explained how the shark-god was very angry. There was much solemn chanting and singing. Then she told us there would be a Ceremony that would take place the following morning.

Usually some volunteer would speak up to Queen Pua in private, offering to be sacrificed. I waited to learn whether one of my friends or loved ones had already asked for the honor of being given to the shark-god. I was fearful this opportunity might slip through my fingers.

Inwardly I chastised myself for not thinking to go to Queen Pua earlier.  But no one spoke up, and Queen Pua did not indicate a sacrifice had been arranged. I felt a sudden surge of excitement swell within me that perhaps it was indeed my time.

Immediately I stood up from my sitting position. Queen Pua recognized me and motioned for me to speak. I had to take a deep breath as my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“I will go to the reef!” I said in a determined voice as a strange excitement filled me. I saw looks of surprise and admiration from the others. There were many encouraging nods and murmurs of my bravery at my willingness to participate in the Ceremony.

Maka and Hiwalani looked at me in distress. Losing me was not what they desired. To my surprise they nodded at each other before they stood up as well. “We will go with Mahia,” they declared.

I did not want them to die with me as they had full lives ahead. But they insisted as they came over to stand next to me. I have never been so proud of my dear ones as I was at that moment. Their love and sacrifice brought tears to my eyes.

Queen Pua lowered her head. I saw tears in her eyes as well. “Such bravery,” she said quietly. “I see Tangoroa has spoken to all your hearts indicating the sacrifice that needs to be made.”

When she looked at me I saw the sorrow displayed in her eyes. She loved me greatly. It is said she had never turned away a volunteer before, no matter who it had been. But this time she could not help but speak.

“I do not wish you to go, Mahia,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“But I wish it, Queen Pua,” I replied solemnly, my voice resolute. “I know how important it is to our island and our people that Tangoroa accept my gift. I have waited for this moment since I first learned of Alohi’s great sacrifice.”

I had no illusions of what lay in store for me should I ride out to the reef in an outrigger. In order for the shark-god to be appeased one of us would have to be eaten. I considered it an honor as well as an offering of great importance to my people.

Maka and Hiwalani put their hands on me for encouragement as we stood together. Queen Pua had tears in her eyes. I heard many sobs and sniffles as well as kind words of our love for our island and our unmatched bravery. Then Queen Pua nodded her head.

“It is done,” she declared solemnly. “The Ceremony will take place in the morning.” Then she walked away as others stood up and gathered around us for a period of celebration and mourning.

—

My last evening was spent in the company of Maka and Hiwalani. I told them how proud I was to be called their friend when they had stood up and offered to join me. They responded by saying how they could not live knowing I had offered myself as a gift to the shark-god when they had not.

They knew how important this was. Tangoroa must eat one of us to be appeased. So we chanted and sang; we even cried together.

Then in a moment of quiet they began to tend to me in a special way.

They used their hands to apply fragrant oils to my body. It greatly heightened my senses. Then they started kissing and fondling me.

We had touched each other many times before, both on land and in the water. But never like this. It made me feel closer to them than I had ever felt before.

I was on fire with a strange excitement. They used their lips and tongues on me in places that made me tremble. Then I felt an incredible sensation within me, like a wave crashing onto the shore in a great wind.

Our bodies writhed together as we used our hands, lips and tongues on each other. The pleasures we experienced were unlike anything I had ever known before. It filled me with sadness knowing we would never experience those pleasures again. I vowed to take their great love with me once I stepped off the outrigger to meet the shark-god.

—

The next morning we bravely walked down to the beach to the outriggers as though it was just another day of pearl diving. The girls going out with us gathered around and bound our wrists together with leis of pretty flowers. Then they helped us into separate outriggers.

I was sad to have Queen Pua in my outrigger. I could see how she tried to hide the sorrow in her expression. I felt so powerless not to be able to take it away and thus to comfort her.

At the same time I felt a great sense of honor she wanted to deliver me personally to the shark-god. My heart soared with pride as I vowed not to disappoint her and the rest of our people. Then our outriggers left the beach as we made our way to the reef.

We were heading to a very special place out on the reef, the place where the shark-god could be found. Queen Pua had once told me there was a sacred marker submerged there identifying the location. She said that was where all the gifts were offered because that was where Tangoroa was most likely to appear. I found myself hoping I would get to see that marker for myself before the shark-god found me and bit into my soft, tender flesh.

When we arrived I saw them prepare Maka first. I was a bit jealous as I wanted to be the first one whose gift would be accepted by feeling those jaws bite into my flesh. But I knew it would be a great honor for her if Tangoroa found her first. I did not wish to deprive her of that.

Queen Pua solemnly grasped me as we stood up. I found myself trembling, whether from fear or excitement I did not know. There were no words between us now; she was all formality. We had already said our goodbyes; there were no more words to express to each other.

There was great anxiety among everyone in the outriggers. Would our gifts be accepted? Then Queen Pua looked down into the water, seeing what I saw as well. The shark-god was here; our gifts would be accepted!

“Tangoroa has arrived!” she said in a loud voice, causing the others in their outriggers to murmur with great excitement.

I prayed silently; would Tangoroa accept me? Or would the shark-god find Maka and claim her first? It would be a great honor for her if he did. I stood there watching her, proud to call her my beloved… proud to give her the honor of entering the water as the first offering.

I inhaled sharply as she was pushed into the water. My mind swirled with many thoughts: what was she feeling; what was she thinking?? Was she as excited as I was? I only hoped I would be just as brave when it was my turn to go.

I saw her in the water near the sacred marker. Now Tangoroa would be able to find her easily. But shamefully I hoped it would be my gift he would find first.

Then it was Hiwalani’s turn. She said not a word, did not cry out or make a sound when she was pushed in as well. I was so proud of her as she went straight down without a struggle.

Queen Pua stood behind me, her eyes set like flint. She knew what she had to do. She did it unflinchingly, regardless of who it was she was offering to the shark-god.

I found myself wondering what thoughts were passing through her mind. Was she thinking of that day she had first brought me to the island? I know I certainly was.

I steeled myself as I prepared to be offered to the shark-god. I was suddenly hit with a multitude of emotions. But chief among them was my great desire to be reunited with Maka and Hiwalani under the surface.

All too sudden Queen Pua pushed me into the water. I experienced a mixture of fear and excitement, my heart soaring as I went over the side and entered the cool sea with a splash. My fervent hope was that I would see the marker up close… and that Tangoroa would come for me.

Instinctively I held my breath as I went down. After all, I did not wish to drown before the shark-god had a chance to find me. With all the times I had been underwater I knew I could hold my breath for a long time, certainly long enough for Tangoroa to seek me out.

I saw the marker up close, and I hoped it would not be much longer. Instinctively I struggled with the leis tying my wrists together. It was a new sensation being in the water and not returning immediately to the surface. I had to remind myself of my purpose for being here and not to panic or struggle to swim back up.

I looked around and found Maka and Hiwalani close by. They were bubbling while holding their breath as they struggled to remain near the bottom. Then I saw them motion.

I turned to look. That’s when my excitement swelled in my chest. For there he was… Tangoroa the shark-god. And he appeared to have seen me.

I felt both fear and excitement as I purposely began swimming toward him, the excitement swelling within me. Perhaps if he saw my eagerness he would more readily accept my gift. It was terrifying and yet thrilling to see him come right at me.

At the last possible moment I suddenly panicked, especially when he opened those powerful jaws and I saw those rows of teeth. I let out a bubbly scream as my body tried to swim away. Shamefully I could not seem to stop myself.

I was filled with reverent wonder as well as a great terror. Then he clamped down upon my soft flesh. In that moment I knew he’d accepted my gift. But it was a terror I had not anticipated.

I experienced a great agony I had not thought possible as I screamed my breath away. Then I gulped a mouthful of water. My body instantly reacted in protest.

I shuddered from that same pleasure Maka and Hiwalani had bestowed on me from the night before. A moment later I was drowning in the mouth of Tangoroa the shark-god. It was so strange how I was feeling both pleasure and agony.

The pain was indescribable, yet I suddenly experienced a great euphoria. Was this the true meaning of being the sacrifice to the shark-god, to be consumed as one drowned in the midst of great pain and pleasure? Despite my suffering I felt great pride and honor that my gift had been accepted.

Tangoroa violently shook me in his mouth, and I coughed up blood and water. Before my vision faded I saw Maka and Hiwalani. They were joining me by deliberately opening their mouths and lungs, drowning right along with me as their bodies painfully spasmed and convulsed.

It was with great joy that I closed my eyes and bubbled my last, giving myself fully to the shark-god in the hopes our island and the people I had grown to know and love would once again know peace and tranquility…

2014; 2018 (written for Hitomi Apr 13 ’14; ed. Oct 3 ‘18 by riwa)

(The idea was inspired by the movie She Gods of Shark Reef. The vidcaps are from that movie and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Wicked Wanda – Kim gives in 4.4 (11)

Posted on December 12, 2018 by riwa

A bonus doubleheader for your holidays. Enjoy!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Famous at the End is proud to introduce to you…

Wicked Wanda!

Four bare-chested men in jeans sit in a mostly bare white room, waiting patiently. Chet sits on a bed reading a book, clearly growing impatient. Allan sits on a stool while going through his iPhone. Manny is on the other side of the room looking at a porno mag. Derek watches porn on a laptop sitting on a desk.

They do not know each other. But they are here for one purpose. They have gathered together to gangbang a prostitute being provided to them.

The door slides open and Wanda appears. She’s a full figured, sultry blonde standing at about five feet five inches. She is shorter than the men in the room.

She wears a very short black dress, fishnet stockings, and high heels. Her outfit proudly proclaims she is a slut. But she is here only for herself.

She walks right up to Chet sitting on the bed, now having his full attention. She paws his chest as he smiles at her. She teasingly rubs his crotch where a bulge starts to grow. Then she haughtily pushes him backward onto the bed.

She walks over to Allan who is all but drooling. She examines him closely, taking in the heady aroma of his manliness. She moves close to kiss his lips. But she smiles as she puts a hand between them, giving him a “humpf” before moving on.

She walks across to Manny who has been watching the entire time. He gives her his most charming smile. She runs a hand over his bare chest, noticing the growing bulge in his jeans. Then she gives him a derisive “Hah” before giving him the cold shoulder.

She goes over to Derek and gives him a good looking over. He eyes her up and down, no doubt looking forward to sticking his dick in one of her holes. She just snorts with disgust.

Wanda moves to the middle of the room as the guys get up and come over to surround her. She examines them all a second time. Then she rolls her eyes and looks upward as though asking, “Really? This is all you’ve got for me?”

They reach out to touch her body. But she shows no enthusiasm. They feel her up and grope her mounds. But she acts bored.

A couple try to kiss her. But she coldly turns her head away. She’s not the least bit interested.

They start lifting the hem of her short dress to feel up the skimpy garment covering her holes. She does not respond. Seeing her lack of enthusiasm makes them become frustrated.

Chet angrily goes over to the bed and grabs a remote control. One button makes a small section of ceiling slide open. Another causes a thick, black noose to lower.

He gives Wanda an ominous, leering look. She looks up at the noose and snorts. Her expression says, “Really? That’s all you’ve got for me?”

Manny grabs the noose and rubs it all over her as though trying to intimidate her. She doesn’t act the slightest bit afraid. As a result, her “customers” become more irritated.

Hands grope and paw, working together to force her out of her dress. She’s left in a thin black top that partially covers her mounds. A small set of bottoms protect her crotch. Both pieces have little white, plastic clips holding each one together.

On her right Manny pulls the noose down and loops it around her throat. She doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. He snugs it up, tightening it up behind her right ear. She doesn’t resist.

The fishnet stockings and heels are roughly removed. She grunts once, but otherwise she makes no move to stop them. It’s as though she believes they are beneath her and are not a threat.

The men pull her top aside, exposing her mounds. Her nipples are erect, her breasts quivering. But she doesn’t seem to mind, even as she casually loops one hand over Chet’s shoulder while another goes over Derek’s. It’s as though she doesn’t care what they do to her.

Manny takes the remote and activates the controls. The noose tightens, tipping her head. Amazingly she continues with her haughty attitude.

Derek and Chet start sucking on her nipples. Wanda acts uninterested. That’s when Allan pops the little clips to her top, allowing it to fall into his hands.

He tugs on the noose while looking at the others. They all nod in agreement. That’s when he grabs Wanda’s arms and forcefully pulls them behind her back, securing her wrists with her top. Wanda forces a yawn to indicate her lack of interest.

Chet and Derek pop the little white clips holding her bottoms in place. The garment falls away. Then all four begin groping, fondling and molesting her.

Hands and mouths are all over her. Fingers slide in and out of her cunt, which has slickened from her juices. She may act disinterested. But her body cannot reject the sensations she is experiencing.

The guys all nod at each other. Then they step back, giving Wanda all the space she needs. Manny operates the controls to the remote, and the rope pulls Wanda to her toes.

She trembles as she shifts around on the balls of her feet. The guys watch her for any signs of contrition. But there are none.

They all remove their jeans and briefs, revealing four impressive erections. Wanda doesn’t acknowledge their lust and desire in the slightest. She tries to fake another yawn, even as the rope makes it a challenge to breathe.

The guys silently motion at Wanda as though trying to figure out what to do with her. Chet grabs an imaginary noose around his neck and pulls, tilting his head to one side and making a face while sticking his tongue out as though telling them, “Let’s hang the bitch.” The others nod in agreement.

They look at Wanda as she looks back at them with disinterest despite the rope around her neck. She looks as though she doesn’t care and that she’s daring them to hang her. Manny’s face clouds angrily as he pushes a button.

Wanda gawks as she’s lifted up into the air. It is evident she’s in pain. But even now she tries not to show it.

Her legs flutter for the floor below, her toes wriggling and curling. Then she begins to kick. She’s certainly feeling it now. But she looks at them as though sneering, “Really?”

Derek and Manny walk up to her and grab her legs, obscenely splitting them apart. Chet walks up and sticks his dick into her. She rasps and gurgles as Allan savagely gropes her mounds while she’s being fucked.

After a nice, long fuck, Chet pulls out to leave a white creamy substance leaking out of her hole.  Allan steps up to take his place as Derek and Manny continue to keep her legs spread. But this time Allan forces his dick up her ass.

Wanda jerks and gurgles as he fucks her hard. When he eventually pulls out, a second load trickles down her inner thighs. Then Derek and Manny let go, allowing her to dangle as her legs kick weakly.

This time Chet and Allan grab her legs and pull them apart again, revealing Wanda’s well fucked pussy with cream leaking out. Manny moves in to add his load, fucking her hard while Derek savagely mauls her tits. Wanda jerks and gurgles, her face red and her neck appearing to lengthen a little.

When Manny is done, a second deposit has been uploaded into her cunt. That’s when Derek steps up and cruelly shoves his dick up her previously fucked ass. He gives it to her nice and hard, enjoying the way she flinches and jerks.

When he is done, he pulls out, leaving a matching second load leaking out of her ass. Then Chet and Allan let go of her legs. The guys all step back and stroke themselves as Wanda tiredly sways back and forth.

She hitches and jerks as a stream of urine trickles down her legs and splatters the floor. Her tongue protrudes out of her mouth as her eyes glaze over. Then the guys start pushing her naked body back and forth, setting it to swinging as they stroke themselves.

When it looks like she is gone, they step up to her one by one, shooting one last load on her pussy and tummy. Wanda gets all four loads to cream her naked body. Then the guys grab their clothes and walk out of the room, leaving Wanda’s naked body gently swaying back and forth as her well-fucked corpse twists and turns…

2018 (written for Sadie May 24 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Sadie manip which I included.)

Kim gives in

Lawrence tried hard to get me to go out on a date with him. I dragged him along for weeks. In fact I found it so amusing the way he pursued me that I dragged it on for months. We kept flirting at the office, but every time he made a pass I politely turned him down. I didn’t want to give in, but I didn’t want to discourage him either as I was enjoying all the fun we were having.

His features were chiseled and rugged; he was handsome and dressed well. I don’t know what it was that made me drag things on like I did. Maybe I was just enjoying the game.

One night at an office party I had one drink too many. My inhibitions were lowered enough for Lawrence to make his move. When he invited me back to his place I was too horny and intoxicated to say no.

Once we got back to his place we wasted no time locking lips and making out. I was getting hornier by the moment. But I had enough presence of mind to know what I was doing and what I wanted.

I told him I wanted him bad, and he devoured me with his lips. But still he wouldn’t take me. Now I was getting frustrated.

“Please!” I begged as he kissed me all over. “Lawrence I want it so bad! This is your chance! You’ve been pursuing me for months!”

“How bad to you want it, Kim?” he murmured.

“Gawd; Lawrence; I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes, damn you! I’m so fucking wet I can’t hardly stand it!”

He took me deeper into his home, making me hope we were heading to his bedroom. Instead we entered some sort of playroom. There was a wooden cross with straps, a bed with restraints on the corners, and a table with all sorts of sex toys. Off in a corner a thick noose dangled ominously.

I stiffened as I looked all around. “Who the hell are you, Lawrence?”

“I’m a man who wants to possess you tonight, Kim. Do you want to be possessed?”

“I… I don’t… damn, Lawrence!”

He removed his tie and slowly brought my arms behind my back. I stiffened, but for some reason I didn’t stop him as he tied my wrists together. Then he took me over and sat me underneath the noose on a raised stool.

“Lawrence, I don’t… I don’t want…” That’s when he pulled down a corner of my dress, deliberately exposing my left breast. I inhaled sharply, torn between desire and alarm.

He kissed and sucked on my nipple until I was writhing and moaning. “Fuck me, Lawrence; damn you!” In response he pulled down the noose, slipped it around my throat and then tightened it up.

“Lawrence?? What the fuck are you…?” Then he pulled down my panties. I was wet as hell.

He began licking my pussy as I sat there, arms behind my back and that damned noose around my neck. It scared the shit out of me. But it was also more arousing than anything I’d ever experienced before. Besides, the bastard seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

I gasped; I moaned; I trembled; I leaked from an insane arousal. He knew exactly where and how to apply his tongue. I was going crazy with desire, my intoxication hindering my common sense just enough.

“Oh Lawrence!” I moaned. “Damn you!” Then he licked a cum right out of me. It was better than any time I had ever masturbated.

He finally paused to look me right in the eye. “Do you want more, Kim?”

“Damn you, Lawrence!”

“Do you want more?” Two fingers wriggled in my slit, making me writhe as I whimpered, “Yes, damn you!”

He grabbed on the end of the rope and pulled me to my feet. I gawked as the noose tightened. I gasped his name in alarm, only for him to pull me up onto the balls of my feet. Then he tied off that damned rope.

I shuffled around on my toes, trying like hell not to strangle myself. I gasped, “Lawrence… you’ve got… too… tight…” Then he unzipped his fly. Gawd; his dick looked incredible!

He came right up to me and rubbed it against me. “Do you want it, Kim?”

“Gawd, Lawrence! Take *rasp* take me down!” *gawk*

“Kim, do you want it?”

FUCK!

In desperation I wrapped my legs around him, strangling myself even more during the attempt. I tried to climb him until I finally felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Somehow I wriggled around until I got him to impale me with it.

The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The asphyxiation was doing strangely arousing things to me. He just stood there smiling at me.

I glurked an obscenity as I started riding him. Up and down, up and down… my hungering womanhood trying to take him deep. I found myself clenching around his thick shaft. When the bastard stuck a finger up my ass it really made me clamp on tight!

I was torn between my desire for his cock and my desire for air. I worked myself up and down, trying to ride him while at the same time working to ease the strain around my throat. My lusts won out as I strangled myself while impaling myself on his gorgeous member.

The orgasm that hit was as massive as it was unexpected. I stiffened and then shuddered as my pussy furiously milked him. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

It was at that point he started fucking me. “I want you, Kim,” he breathed as he started to pump me. Gawd; it was such a fucking turn-on to be wanted by him like that – bound, noosed, strangled and fucked!

I felt him swell inside me. That’s when he stuck two fingers up my ass. I gawked as I clenched around his throbbing shaft until he emptied himself deep inside me. That’s when I came even harder than the last time.

We both panted for breath as I hung limp on his shaft, my legs dangling. Then he slowly pulled out, his cum running down my thighs. That’s when I realized I couldn’t find the floor!

My toes fluttered as he smiled at me. I tried to gasp my alarm, but I couldn’t force any words out. My windpipe had been all but closed off. When the hell had he tightened my noose??

He went over to his table and got a couple of toys as I kicked and twisted. “Let’s see how long you can keep these inside you, Kim.” Then he pushed a vibrating dildo up my cunt while shoving another up my ass.

I gawked as my legs started to kick. I furiously milked both toys inside me as I started to hump. I was fucking them while hanging from the noose! Gawd, I couldn’t stop fucking them!!

“I want you, Kim,” he breathed as he started to stroke himself. “I want you to hang so bad!” That’s when my eyes flew open in astonishment and horror.

I began to kick and jerk as I tried to shake the noose off from around my neck. My arms jerked behind my back as I tried to free myself. The whole time I clenched and fucked those two vibrating dildos up my holes. And he just stood there stroking himself the whole time as he watched me!!

Gawd; he was hanging me! He really wanted to hang me!! I couldn’t… I didn’t… this was insane! And yet… and yet I… and yet strangely it was as though I wanted to hang for him.

It swelled within me until I couldn’t hold back. Then I was humping the air, fucking those toys in my holes. That damned orgasm was the strongest one yet, and it battered me senseless.

It took everything out of me until I hung limp and lifeless. I could hardly breathe, could hardly think. I hear something hit the floor, and I vaguely realized I’d lost the one up my cunt.

“You want me to fuck you one last time; don’t you, Kim.” And with that the bastard stepped forward. He lifted me up and guided me until I felt part of his cock inside me.

I jerked and gurgled as I tried to fuck him… well, as my body instinctively tried to fuck him. My mind was in another plane as I hung between life and death. I felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

My pussy clenched and spasmed until he started to swell inside me again. Then he was cumming… and I was cumming right along with him as I was fading away. I think I peed all over him. Then I spiraled away into oblivion, orgasming all the way down…

2017 (written Dec 3 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by a manip I found which I lncluded.)

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Under the influence 3.5 (6)

Posted on December 12, 2018 by riwa

They decided to spend the night at Katherine’s house. Samantha provided the liquor while Kate provided the food and a couple of joints. Soon the two friends were feeling no pain.

A beverage spill made Kate go into her bathroom to draw a bath. Sam followed her in where they started making out. The clothes quickly came off as they started kissing and fondling each other.

It wasn’t a very big bathtub. But it was certainly big enough for the two of them to crawl in together. Soon they were getting each other wet while laughing and making out some more.

They slipped until Kate found herself on top of Sam. Her friend let out a cry of surprise. Then they started laughing again.

Kate pushed her under and watched the bubbles come up. She let Sam back up, coughing and sputtering and laughing. She kissed her before pushing her back under.

More bubbles came up before Kate let her back up. Sam was still coughing and laughing. But now Kate was horny. And from the looks of her friend’s erect nipples, Sam was horny too.

She deliberately pushed her under. “Eat me!” she declared. Sam thrashed about, her legs kicking every which way as Kate sat on her face.

She let her back up, only to see Sam coughing and sputtering and laughing again. Eat me!” she repeated. Then she sat back down on Samantha’s face.

The woman underneath her settled down. Then Katherine felt a tongue start to poke and prod. She gasped, “That’s the spot!” as she tipped her head back and moaned.

She adjusted her position on top of her friend so the tongue could work its magic. Sam stopped struggling as she licked and tongued Kate’s labia and swollen nub. Katherine moaned as she rode the face in the water underneath her.

She let Samantha up for another breath. Sam sputtered, “Hey, bitch! I can only hold my breath so long, ok?”

“You can hold it long enough to get me off, right?” And with that Katherine pushed her back under before squatting on her face again.

The tongue returned, causing her to tip her head back and moan. Samantha wriggled a little, her hands flailing. But all Katherine cared about was the pleasure that mouth was working into her pussy.

She let Samantha back up for another breath. “What’s the matter, honey… can’t breathe down there?” Then she laughed as she squatted on her face again. Bubbles came up as Sam fumbled around with her hands.

Hands started to fondle and caress her breasts. Kate gasped with pleasure… “Gawd, baby; you’re going to make me cum!” Katherine must have heard her because she started groping and squeezing more aggressively.

She began to grind her cunt back and forth across Samantha’s face. Seeing the woman start to struggle beneath her was such a turn-on. Sam started to struggle again, but it only made Katherine even more aroused.

Sexy bubbles started coming up as Katherine felt it start to swell within her. She began humping Sam’s face as she gasped and moaned. In her drunken stupor, the only thing that concerned her was her approaching orgasm.

The more Sam struggled, the closer Katherine got. Then it swelled within her. She tipped her head back and screamed her orgasm as the water began to settle underneath her.

She winced and shuddered as it washed hotly through her body. It was amazing! She hadn’t cum like that in a long time. They would have to get together and make out in the tub more often if Sam’s tongue could do that to her along with all those tingly bubbles.

She shifted her position so her friend could rise up for another breath. “Damn, baby! You made me cum so fucking hard!” Samantha just stared up at her, eyes vacant and mouth gaping open.

“Ok, Sam. Damn, girl! You don’t have to show off how well you can hold your breath for me! Come up already; I had my orgasm!” But there was no movement from below.

“Sam? SAM?? WAKE UP!”

Kate pulled her friend’s head up out of the water. Samantha just stared with a vacant expression. There was no sharp intake of air from the need to catch her breath.

“Sam?? SAM?? OHMYGAWD; WAKE UP!” There was no response.

Katherine panicked as she let go of her friend’s head. Samantha’s head bounced until her face was fully submerged again as Kate climbed out of the tub. Then she started stumbling around, wondering what she should do. She finally stumbled out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet as she fumbled around trying to find a phone to call for an ambulance.

(Jul 24 ’18)

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

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