The breath-hold chamber 4.3 (20)

Posted on May 9, 2019 by riwa

Note: I’ve finished moving 650 miles closer to mom into a new apartment. I just got my Internet. Sorry this is so late.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in the underwater research facility. Janet had the afternoon off and was wandering about the halls in a frayed white t-shirt over her dark-blue one-piece. She was restless and bored, a combination that had often gotten her into trouble in the past.

She was walking down a hall when she looked over and spotted a familiar looking chamber with a flooding tube inside. Dr. Frederick Crocker called it his drowning chamber. Janet simply referred to it as the breath-hold chamber. After all, one had to hold one’s breath before succumbing to drowning, right?

She paused to look thoughtfully through the glass at the tube. There was a couple feet of water left inside. Apparently someone had forgotten to drain it completely. She’d never been inside, although she’d helped Dr. Crocker conduct a couple of experiments with the chamber using some of the other girls at the facility.

She folded her arms and stared longingly at it. She’d fantasized about going inside on many occasions. The idea of holding her breath while being brought to the brink of drowning was something that always appealed to her.

She stared at it as she remembered the last experiment she’d assisted with Dr. Crocker involving that one girl in the chamber. She’d held her breath for the longest time before her lungs had given out. But the good doctor hadn’t drained the chamber right away.

Watching her drown had been disturbingly erotic. But she’d maintained her professionalism long enough to help get the girl out of the chamber and down to the infirmary. The girl was treated and later released, apparently with no harm having been done to her.

Janet continued to stare, feeling a strong pull to step inside and try it out. She looked all around, but the place was deserted. There was no one in the vicinity to spot for her.

Her curiosity got the better of her. She stepped into the chamber and looked all around. The computer sat quietly on the table as though awaiting her input, quietly beckoning to her.

Janet went over to the valve and turned the wheel, draining the rest of the water out of the tube. Then she turned to look at the computer. That’s when a delicious idea began to germinate in the back of her mind.

She looked down at the water draining out of the tube. She thought about that girl who’d drowned inside. From all outward appearances she’d enjoyed an orgasm while she was drowning.

Janet sighed with longing as her pussy started to moisten. The more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. It would be easy to program it so she could slip inside and take it for a little erotic spin.

It wouldn’t be that hard. After all, she’s operated the computer before. It was only a matter of setting the controls. The computer would do all the work. All she would need to do was get naked, climb inside and then get off while holding her breath.

The more Janet thought about it, the more it appealed to her. It would be safe enough if she set the controls properly. What could possibly go wrong? Besides, Dr. Crocker wouldn’t mind. And if she got caught – which she wouldn’t – she could simply tell him she was testing the controls.

She went over to the computer and brought it to life. The operating instructions to the breath-hold tube came right up, causing Janet to study them intently. The more she thought about getting in and holding her breath, the more aroused she became.

She could set up her own little breath-hold session. It wouldn’t take much effort as she could easily plug the numbers in herself. Besides, a good breath-hold orgasm was just what the doctor ordered, especially on a quiet, boring Saturday afternoon.

Janet activated the tube by plugging in her breath-hold numbers. She was easily capable of 2 minutes. 2:30 might be pushing it, but it would make for a fun challenge.

She was sure she could manage it. It would be more than enough to make her cum. Didn’t she owe it to the good doctor to test the system to make sure it was in good working order?

Janet quickly shed her clothes before putting them in a pile on the table next to the computer. She activated the tube, giving her plenty of time to climb inside before it started to fill. Then she turned the wheel to open the valve. It would allow the water to flood the tube the moment the computer kicked in.

Inhaling with excitement, Janet stepped inside. She was careful to seal herself in. She wanted to make sure it didn’t flood the outer chamber by mistake. That would be a mess she would NOT want to spend the rest of her Saturday afternoon cleaning up.

Janet waited patiently, feeling an erotic shudder ripple through her. A voice in the back of her head told her what she was doing wasn’t wise. She really needed a spotter.

Maybe she should wait until the good doctor was around. He would probably allow her to try it out. And she wouldn’t mind him watching her do it naked. That would have turned her on seeing his expression while she held her breath. But Janet ultimately decided she wanted some orgasmic alone-time. Besides, she was being careful plugging the numbers in.

She heard a beep from the computer, activating the tube. There was a mechanical sound followed by the rush of water up into the glass cylinder. Janet felt an erotic shiver ripple through her.

She’d done it now; she was here for the duration. The computer would not drain the tube until it had completely run through the cycle she’d programmed into it. She was stuck in here, a feeling that increased her arousal.

The water rose quickly, and she gasped with delight. It was a little cool, but she actually wanted it that way. Cool water really made her skin tingle.

Her nipples hardened right up. Janet couldn’t help caressing her breasts. Then she fingered herself as the water level approached her crotch.

The water rapidly filled the tube, causing Janet to gasp with excitement. It was already up to her chest. It made her nipples harden even more.

Janet tipped her head back with growing excitement. If she remembered correctly, she would have to hold her breath for a full minute before the water drained enough for her to get air. That was what she’d programmed into the computer.

She inhaled sharply before the water level rose above her mouth. It kept on climbing as she held her breath. To help distract herself she continued touching her pussy, enjoying how good it felt.

This felt incredible! No wonder that girl had climaxed in here! It made her mind run wild with all sorts of ideas and scenarios.

For starters, she imagined being tortured for information. If she didn’t answer the questions correctly she would be forced to endure longer and longer periods of holding her breath. Perhaps they might even drown her! Wouldn’t that be exciting?

Janet fingered herself as the seconds ticked by. How long had it been? Had she figured it right?

It wasn’t long until a tendril of uncertainty tickled the back of her mind. Had she miscalculated! It had been a week since she’d last held her breath in a pool. Was she that out of practice?? She thought she’d made the first run not as long…

BEEP!

The sound from over by the computer startled her. It was followed by a mechanical sound. Janet became aware of the sensation of water draining out of the tube.

She’d programmed the first breath-hold to be shorter. She patently waited for the water level to reach her head until it eventually fell below her mouth. Janet inhaled quietly, panting for breath. Her pussy throbbed, eager for a release. Damn; that felt good!

Janet took long, deep breaths in preparation for the next one. She’d set the computer to increase her time at 30 second increments. That meant the next one was going to be a 90 second breath-hold.

She felt an erotic jolt over the possibility she might have miscalculated her abilities. Surely she could do 1:30 easily enough. The computer would keep her under longer with each additional cycle.

After 45 seconds the computer beeped again, the rest interval she’d given herself between cycles. The water, which had stopped just below her breasts, immediately began to rise. Janet felt another erotic jolt as she prepared to hold her breath a second time.

The water climbed rapidly. She inhaled deeply just before it reached her mouth. Then she was holding her breath once more as the level quickly rose up above her head.

She groped her tits as she fingered her pussy. She realized she was flirting with danger if she couldn’t hold it long enough. But that was part of the thrill.

She looked up and saw the water rise until it completely filled the tube. This was it; she was trapped until the computer finished its cycle. Janet trembled with excitement as she held her breath, solitary bubbles trickling out of her nose.

Several erotic thoughts raced through her mind as she continued touching herself. Someone was torturing her lungs; perhaps the good doctor, watching her struggle to hold her breath. Janet felt an erotic jolt at that scenario, almost wishing he was here right now.

What would happen if something went wrong? What if the power cut out? What if the computer crashed?

What if the tube refused to drain? What if someone came in, saw her inside, and deliberately smashed the equipment just to watch her drown? Those erotic thoughts contributed to her growing excitement, making her wriggle and squirm as her arousal intensified.

She looked up at the ceiling as her stomach began to ripple. Was it 90 seconds yet? What if something had gone wrong? What if she’d made a mistake entering the number? Janet felt another erotic jolt as…

BEEP!

There was a familiar mechanical sound. She could feel water draining out of the tube. She was going to make this one just as easily as the last.

Janet held her breath, her lungs not quite heaving as the water level dropped. She resisted the urge to leap up for a breath. It wouldn’t be much longer anyway.

The level dropped below her mouth, allowing Janet to gasp loudly for breath She could feel her heart thump loudly in her chest. Damn; that had been a good one!

The next cycle was scheduled for two minutes. It was going to be so damned erotic! Janet firmly expected to have a good cum before it was over.

She panted quietly, looking out through the glass. No one walked by in the hallway to look in on her. She was all alone in here where anything could happen…

BEEP!

The mechanical sound returned as well as the sound of water coming back into the tube. That’s when Janet’s heart leaped into her throat as she began having second thoughts. Was programming it for two minutes really such a good idea?

What if she couldn’t make it? But she’d made two minutes several times before. It was certainly too late to worry about it now. Besides, two minutes should be a piece of cake. Worrying would only…

She inhaled just in time as the water reached her lips. It continued to rise upward until she felt another erotic jolt. Janet tipped her head back and smiled as the water level reached her forehead and continued upward.

‘Two minutes,’ she thought. “I’ve got to hold it for two minutes or I’ll drown in here.’ The thought was so erotic that she almost orgasmed right then and there.

The water level climbed up until it topped out, leaving no air pocket of any kind above her. This was it; she would have to hold her breath until it drained. There were no two ways about it now. She was here until her two minutes were up.

Ominous thoughts began rushing through her mind. What if she’d miscalculated? What if today she couldn’t hold it for two minutes? What if she swallowed water or drowned and nobody came to let her out?? The thoughts were disturbing as well as being frightfully erotic.

Janet fingered herself harder, concentrating on bringing pleasure to her nether region. She thumbed her button while fingering her pussy, concentrating on the wonderful tingles she was receiving. But the ominous thoughts kept invading her mind, thoughts that only further aroused her.

Janet looked up at the ceiling of the tube, confirming there was no emergency pocket of air to be had. After all, the tube had been deliberately designed that way. Otherwise it would be so easy for a participant to panic and shoot upward to breathe when the goal was to focus on holding one’s breath… pushing one’s limits.

She looked upward in growing alarm. How long had it been? Was it two minutes yet??

Damn, she’d really done it this time, hadn’t she? Janet had faith in her abilities. But there was always that little niggle of doubt, a feeling that this time she might really have done it to herself.

Janet concentrated on her pussy; she was so damn close! She was almost there, especially with the thoughts going through her mind. Just a little bit more and she would…

Janet suddenly cried out, losing a burst of air as she was totally enveloped in a hot wave of pleasure. She winced and shuddered, her senses dimming. Then she heard the beep of the computer along with that mechanical noise and the reassuring sound of water draining out of the tank.

Her chest heaved as her lungs burned. But the tube was draining now. If she could only hold it a few seconds longer.

The water dropped below her mouth. She gasped loudly for breath. Damn; that was closer than she’d anticipated. But it had been a good one, giving her a wonderful release.

Janet believed it had all been worth it. Then she looked down. The water level wasn’t dropping any lower than her breasts. That’s because she’d set the timer to a challenging 2:30.

Janet swallowed hard. Why the hell had she done that?? Had she really wanted to push herself that much?? She knew she could do it; 2:30 was well within her range. Still… what the hell had she been thinking??

45 seconds later the computer beeped again. That made the water start to rise. This one was going to be an erotic challenge.

Janet wasn’t sure what had made her set the machine for 2:30. But she had no other options as this was definitely happening. She would just have to concentrate.

Did she really want to push herself? Was she tempted to risk drowning like that girl had done in that last test? Or had she concluded she was up to the task of going 2:30 without air?

There was no use agonizing over it now. The decision was made once she’d plugged the numbers into the computer. She must have locked in the 2:30 time as an afterthought.

Janet took long, deep breaths to get ready. She kept telling herself this was going to be a cinch. After all, she’d done 2:30 several times before. Hell, she could do it in her sleep. Today shouldn’t be a problem; right?

The computer suddenly beeped; her 45 seconds of rest were over. She heard that mechanical noise followed by the sound of water entering the tube. It wouldn’t be long before she was holding her breath again.

Janet felt an erotic shudder as the water level rose. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, her nipples incredibly hard. Either she was going to successfully hold her breath or she was going to drown in the attempt.

The water reached her chin, and she took a couple of deep breaths. Then she tipped her head back and inhaled deeply. A moment later the water rose up past her forehead on its way to the top of her tube.

For a moment she thought about kicking up to get an additional breath. But Janet decided not to. After all, this was designed to push her limits; right? There was no use cheating over a few seconds of air, was there?

Janet composed herself as she settled in for a long breath-hold. A couple of bubbles dribbled out of her nose before she told herself not to do that again. After all, she might need each and every molecule of air before this one was over.

Her pussy throbbed, causing her to reach down to finger herself as she groped her tits. She was going to cum big-time on this one. Wasn’t that why she was in here to begin with?

She closed her eyes and settled in, mentally wishing there was a clock somewhere to remind her of the time she had left. She realized to her chagrin she could have set something up to show on the monitor and then turn it facing the tube. But she hadn’t thought that far ahead. Besides, wasn’t it all the more erotic not knowing how much longer she had to hold her breath?

Janet felt a burn in her lungs, causing her to release a few bubbles out of her nose. It eased the strain a little, allowing her to concentrate on holding her breath while fingering herself. She could feel an orgasm coming on strong.

She tried not to trigger it right away. After all, cumming too soon would cause her to lose much of her breath. She would be forced to finish her time underwater on empty lungs.

She began to feel the strain as her lungs heaved. That’s when those erotic doubts began creeping in again, intensifying the eroticism of her situation. She could tell she was going to cum really, really hard.

Her lungs burned; how close was she to the end? There was a fire in her chest; how long did she have left? Had she somehow miscalculated? Was she about to drown without the benefit of Dr. Crocker’s presence, much less his ability to record the experience?

Her chest heaved again; oh gawd, how long had it been?? She looked up at the ceiling but the water level didn’t budge. What if she was going to drown in here??

Her lungs heaved once more as it suddenly swelled within her. Janet winced and shuddered, her breath exploding out of her mouth as she was hit by a devastating orgasm. It flowed hotly through her body, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

Janet moaned weakly, trying to regain her bearings. Then her lungs heaved insistently. She was still underwater…

BEEP!

Janet heard that mechanical noise along with the sensation of the tube draining. She began to fidget as her lungs screamed at her. She looked upward, anxiously watching the water level drop.

Her mind screamed, “HURRY – HURRY – HURRY!” Then it was at her lips. She tipped her head back and gulped down huge lungfuls of air.

Janet panted heavily, her pussy throbbing like crazy. That one had cut things a little too close. But that second orgasm had felt wonderful.

Janet felt weak in the knees. She reached out to brace herself inside the tube. She was still a bit wobbly, but at least it was over.

It had been both scary and arousing, making her orgasm that much more intense. Then she looked down at the water in the tube. Why wasn’t it draining?

Janet stared in confusion. Why the hell wasn’t it draining?? She thought she’d set the system for 2:30.

Janet went back in her mind to the moment she’d punched in the instructions. She’d given it 30 second intervals all right, anticipating it going all the way to 2:30. But had she given it a cutoff number? She couldn’t remember!

Janet went pale as she looked at the water level just below her breasts. Hadn’t she set a cutoff time? Hadn’t she programmed it to drain away? In her excitement to get inside the damned thing had she forgotten the most important instruction of all??

She reached for the opening but it was sealed tight, making it almost indistinguishable from the rest of the glass. She thought it wouldn’t open anyway unless the tube was drained of water. That meant the system was going to kick in soon, giving her a breath-hold cycle of three minutes. In her weakened condition from having just cum, could Janet hold her breath that long??

There was that familiar beep from the computer along with that corresponding mechanical noise. Then she felt the water filling the tube again. Janet began to fidget anxiously as she looked all around for some assistance… some way out… something to get her out of the mess she’d gotten herself into.

She began to hyperventilate as it swelled within her once more from her fearful excitement. Was she going to cum again? If she did she would never be able to hold her breath the entire 3:00.

Janet began pounding on the glass, calling out, “Doc? Doctor Crocker? SOMEBODY? IS ANYBODY OUT THERE??”

All too soon the water level reached her mouth. This time she rose up with it, allowing herself to drift upward as she panted heavily for breath. She knew there was no way in hell she could hold it for three long minutes. She was simply too out of breath… too weakened from her recent orgasms

The water level rushed relentlessly toward the ceiling of her tube, taking Janet right along with it. She was forced to tip her head back when she bumped into the ceiling. Then she gasped deeply…

…and that was it. It would now be three minutes before she could breathe again. But what good would it do if she made it? She would never able to make 3:30, much less 4:00.

Janet’s eyes got big as saucers as she began to pound upon the glass again. Surely someone would hear her, wouldn’t they? Surely someone would come running. Wasn’t there a security camera somewhere watching her every move??

She frantically looked all around. But she saw nothing. She scanned the chamber beyond the tube, but detected nothing out there either.

She was all alone. And this time she was going to drown for sure. Janet had never felt so scared… nor so unbelievably excited.

Almost immediately her lungs began to heave. But so soon?? She grunted and whimpered, losing air out of her nose and past her parted lips.

She tried to tell herself she could make three minutes. But who was she kidding? There was no way in hell she was going to make this one!

What the hell had she done, setting herself up to drown like this?? Had it been a dreadful mistake by not paying close attention to every little instruction, missing a very important detail? Or was it something deeper? Deep down, did she really want this for herself? Was that why she’d been so careless??

Her stomach rippled as her chest heaved. Her lungs were on fire; it was much too soon. She needed to hold her breath much longer. But it felt like she was already out of air. What’s more, she could feel another massive orgasm coming on strong.

Janet fought like hell to hold her breath. But deep down she knew it was a losing battle. At 3 minutes or whether she somehow lasted to 3:30… the results were still going to be the same. She’d gotten careless plugging in the numbers. Now she was going to pay for that mistake.

Her chest heaved again, her lungs becoming a raging inferno. She was going to inhale at any moment. Her pussy throbbed from a terrible ache, one that demanded to be quenched.

She imagined Dr. Crocker standing there watching her. She could just see him smiling at the knowledge she was about to drown. Had he always wanted to watch her drown?

Janet’s lungs finally gave out as she gave in to the inevitable. Almost immediately she convulsed in reaction as she began coughing violently. She inhaled again… convulsed again. Then she was coughing and convulsing, almost doubling over in agony… and she was cumming so very, very hard.

Her vision dimmed as she was overtaken by a wave of pure bliss. She became weak and disoriented. Then awareness returned, the awareness of an agony in her lungs, a great pain in her chest. She was drowning for real.

There was pain like she couldn’t believe. Yet she had never cum so hard. Her only regret was that Dr. Crocker was not here to enjoy her suffering… to enjoy her drowning. She just knew he would have enjoyed watching her!

Janet shuddered once more as her bladder gave way. She experienced a final, smaller orgasm, one that rippled pleasurably throughout her quivering body. Then consciousness slowly faded away in a haze of pain and pleasure, leaving her staring with lifeless eyes as her mouth gaped.

She did not hear the computer beep and start to power down. Nor was she aware of the water suddenly draining out of the tube…

—

Janet awoke in a warm bed in the infirmary. She felt like she’d been beaten up by a hundred wonderful orgasms. She also felt like an elephant had recently sat on her chest.

Her vision was a little blurry; she could only see shapes. Then it slowly improved. One shape coalesced into the image of Dr. Frederick Crocker standing there staring down at her.

“Are you ok, Miss Wamsley? You gave us quite a scare.”

“What happened?” she asked, blushing at how she must have been discovered: completely nude in the tube inside the breath-hold chamber.

“Apparently you decided to do a little breath-holding without anyone keeping an eye on you. That wasn’t a very smart thing to do, Miss Wamsley. It’s a good thing the machine was set to shut down and send out a notification the moment the volunteer drowns. Next time feel free to ask someone for assistance. We’ll gladly oversee your time and progress.”

“I’m sorry, doctor; it won’t happen again.”

“Quite all right, Miss Wamsley. I should have understood who was working for me and the temptations you might have succumbed to. I’m just glad you’re ok.”

He turned and headed toward the door. But he paused when he reached it, turning around and smiling knowingly at his patient. “Oh by the way,” he added with a look of amusement. “Did you enjoy yourself, Miss Wamsley?”

Janet blushed deeply. “Uh yes, doctor. Yes I did.”

“At least you had a good time. So long as you enjoyed yourself and no harm was done.” Then he turned and strode out of the room, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

2014; 2019 (written for skip Apr 9 ’14; ed. Feb 20 ‘19 by riwa)

(Posers courtesy of skip and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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The perfect ending to a perfect day 4.3 (14)

Posted on April 30, 2019 by riwa

She awakens to the sight of the windows growing lighter. The sun is coming up. The day of their anniversary has arrived.

She feels a shiver at the present she is planning to give her dada at the end of the day. It is unlike anything she’s ever given him before. It’s a big undertaking, and she wonders if she’s going to be able to go through with it.

Her pussy is still filled with his cream from the night before. She never bothered to get up and shower or go to the bathroom after they fucked. She simply fell asleep in his arms, happily satisfied.

She can’t resist as she finds his morning wood and slowly takes it into her mouth. It’s amazing after all this time how much she still loves oral. She takes him nice and deep which ends up waking him up.

He moans and stirs, perhaps in the middle of a wet dream. She slowly takes him all the way down her throat. He moans as he stirs again until his eyes slowly open to discover what his kitten is doing to him is even better than the dream he was having.

When she sees he’s fully awake she kicks it up a notch, hungrily gulping him down as she bobs up and down on his cock. She loves the way he twitches in her mouth. It’s such a thrill the way she can get him so aroused.

She cups his balls as she gives him a smoldering look. He tries to speak but can only get out another gasp. She moans with lust as she bobs up and down on his quivering manhood.

She recognizes the symptoms of his impending release and eases off, teasing him on this special morning. He groans in frustration, having been brought close to a release and then eased back down. She giggles as she goes back to bobbing up and down on his shaft.

She spends a few minutes like that, building him up and then easing him back down. He gasps and moans, his cock swollen in her mouth. Then she giggles as she lustfully takes him deep, gulping him down as she caresses his balls. This time she wants what’s contained in those fleshy sacs.

She moans as she sucks hungrily. He feels it swell once more, concerned she’s going to back off again to frustrate him. But this time she sucks him even faster until he passes the point of no return.

The next thing he knows he is spurting hard into her warm, hungry mouth. She groans happily, excited to receive his load. For the moment her plans for the evening are forgotten as she tends to his immediate needs.

She swallows his salty cum, careful not to miss a single drop. Then she kisses him deeply as they cuddle in each other’s arms. When she finally pulls away, she smiles knowingly at him.

“I think I need to clean up, dada. After all, today is going to be a very special day.” The thought reminds her of the present she is planning to give him later in the evening. It makes her shiver from a mixture of arousal and anxiety.

She climbs out of bed and goes into the shower. She washes the sex off her body from the night before. Once more her mind drifts to the plans she is making for dada for their anniversary together.

In a few minutes he steps naked into the shower with her. She smiles at him as she soaps him down. He takes the soap and rubs it all over her body, giving special attention to her breasts and crotch.

“Starting off the day by teasing me, kitten?” he challenges good-naturedly.

“Who me?” she giggles innocently. In response he grabs a handful of hair and pushes her face into the spray from the shower nozzle.

She lets out a squeal as he reaches down and rubs her crotch. “Naughty little kitten,” he growls. She cries out while getting a faceful of water.

She can feel how hard he’s become again. This time he wants to punish her for teasing him with her blowjob. She feels an erotic jolt as her sexual desires are reawakened.

He turns her around and kisses her hard. She moans into his mouth. Then he turns her face into the spray as he fingers her pussy.

She squeals again as she gasps with delight at his control over her. He turns her around and once more kisses her hard. Then it’s another punishing faceful of spray.

The soap in his hand rubs the crack of her ass. She feels an erotic shudder. Her passions for him have once more become fully inflamed.

He turns her around and kisses her deeply. Then it’s another faceful of spray. This time she feels his hardness push against her sphincter.

He pushes his way inside her ass as she gasps and moans. Then he bends her face down as he starts fucking her. She gasps and whimpers, loving the way he fills her ass while he is being controlling.

He pulls her head up, giving her more spray in the face. She gasps and sputters before her head is forced down and she is bent over. Then she gets harder thrusts up her ass.

She moans and cries out as he gropes and fondles her tits. He forces her head around to kiss her hard again. Then it’s another faceful of spray.

Her ass clenches around his dick as he fucks her. She cries out at the pleasure of a hot anal fuck in the shower on their anniversary. Then she feels him cumming inside her, and she shudders hard at the pleasure of getting dada off with her ass.

They kiss and cuddle as they clean up and dry each other off. Then they get dressed. From there it is off to a favorite restaurant for a light breakfast.

When they return, they adjourn to the couch for more kissing and cuddling. The lull in their day gives her a chance to think about her evening present. She trembles from a growing arousal as well as an understandable anxiety.

After a while she gets up to prepare a picnic lunch. She wants to spend some time with him down by the river. It’s always beautiful down there, and she wants to enjoy it one last time on this special day.

She’s bent over the counter making sandwiches when he comes up behind her. He nuzzles her neck as he reaches around to grope her breasts. She giggles and then moans as he hinders her picnic preparations.

“Hey; I’m trying to fix something to eat for lunch here!”

“Something to eat; that’s not a bad idea.” Then he lifts up her dress and begins to lick her pussy and ass, noticing she didn’t bother to put on any underwear.

She moans as she murmurs, “I can’t reach the mustard.” She shuffles to the right as he shuffles with her, continuing to lick her out. “Gawd!” she pants as she grabs the jar and tries to go back to the sandwiches.

In no time at all he has his pants down and his cock out. She lets out a cry as he pushes right into her dripping pussy from behind. She gasps and whimpers as he fucks her right there over the counter.

She tries to work on the sandwiches; she really tries. She finally puts the knife down and blurts out, “Oh FUCK!” Hands reach around to grope her tits as she pants like crazy, her vision blurring from the pleasure.

One hard thrust and she feels him cumming again. “Yes!” she cries out as her pussy clenches around his spurting manhood. Then he cuddles her from behind with his cock still inside her.

“A special cream for your lunch meat, dada?” she asks with a giggle. He turns her head and kisses her on the lips. Then he pulls out and allows her to finish fixing their lunch.

A little cleanup in the bathroom is necessary before she packs everything into a picnic basket. Then they walk down to the river and go for a stroll. She’s always loved this view. Now she wonders if it might be her last or whether she’ll get to see it again tomorrow.

They unpack the lunch and sit in the grass. A family of ducks waddle over, hunting for a morsel or two. So they give the moochers a few bites of bread from their sandwiches.

When the ducks learn there is no more to be had, they wander off. The loving couple kiss and cuddle again. She’s not sure how she feels at that moment, considering what the evening may hold. So she decides to enjoy their time together for what it is and to let the rest take care of itself.

They return to the house and spend the afternoon kissing, cuddling and napping. Then she goes and prepares herself a bath. They are going out to a fancy restaurant and she wants to look her best.

When the tub is full she gets in and soaks in the hot water, her thoughts on the evening ahead. Once more she trembles as she wonders if he will really like the present she has planned. She’s pretty certain he will, and it gives her erotic chills when she contemplates what might happen.

He joins her in the tub, and they start making out again. She strokes him into hardness and then climbs into his lap, impaling herself on his glorious member as they sit facing each other. Then she gently rides him as they cuddle and kiss some more. This time he does not cum, but neither one minds.

They dress and then it is off to the restaurant. The meal is perfect. For dessert the waitress comes out with a covered plate and presents it to her. The cover is lifted to reveal a diamond necklace he snuck into the hands of the waitress when they arrived.

She tears up with joy as the waitress helps her put it on. Then she kisses her dada deeply. Once more she is reminded just how much she adores him and is utterly devoted to him.

She trembles as she considers her anniversary present to him. Will he really like it? She hopes he will love it and will treasure it always.

Back home they can’t keep their hands off each other. Kissing and cuddling and making out threaten to get out of hand as they slowly undress each other. “Wait!” she finally gasps when they come up for air. “Now it’s time for your present!”

He looks at her curiously for a long moment. She giggles, “What; did you think I’d forgotten? Give me a minute, dada.” Then she disappears.

He waits as his cock softens. She’ll have to get it hard again for him. He decides he might have to punish her if she takes too long. Thing is: she’ll probably enjoy the punishment.

“Almost ready” comes an excited declaration. He feels an erotic jolt at the direction of her voice. If she’s in the playroom, chances are she’s planning something deliciously sexual.

“I’m ready! You can come in now!”

He jumps up, his heart racing. His cock is hard; he wants to enjoy a hot fuck with his kitten. He throws open the door, ready to take her sexually. Then he stops and stares in utter astonishment.

She’s all dressed up in sexy black lingerie with her breasts out and her pussy exposed and glistening. She stands on a stool with her arms cuffed behind her back. Dangling down from the hook in the ceiling where their sexual swing used to hang is a thick rope noosed around her neck just above the beautiful diamond necklace she’s wearing. The free end of the rope hangs by her side.

“Well, dada? Are you going to give me my flying fuck or not?”

He slowly walks up to her in amazement. His cock feels like it’s never been harder. This was something they’d playfully discussed many times before. But he never actually thought she would take it this far.

He grabs the rope and tugs on it experimentally. She gasps as it pulls her up on her toes in those insanely high heels. He pulls a little harder, and she’s nearly lifted up off the stool before he lets her back down.

She gasps for breath, but never bats an eye. “Well?” she asks in a trembling voice. “What are you waiting for?”

He takes her in with his eyes – the sexy lingerie; the erect nipples; the heaving chest; the dripping, glistening pussy. He never thought in his wildest dreams he would see her like this. And she seems dead-dog serious about it.

He takes the rope and steps up to her, pulling her up onto her toes. She doesn’t even hesitate. She lifts her legs up off the supporting stool, wraps them around his bare waist and then pulls him to her until his erection slides into her wet, hungering pussy.

He pulls on the rope as she rides him, listening to her sexy gurgles for breath as her pussy clenches around his throbbing member. He can’t believe what he’s experiencing. It’s a dream come true.

She gasps and grunts as her pussy squeezes and clenches, using her legs to lift herself up for her next breath. He pulls on the rope to cut off her air, allowing her pussy to do all the work. It feels absolutely incredible.

He prides himself on being able to hold off. But this time he simply can’t, not the way she’s clenching and spasming around his throbbing member as she rasps for breath. His cock empties itself inside her, causing her eyes to roll as her pussy spasms around his member in orgasm.

Her legs fall away and she hangs for a moment before he lets her down. His cream leaks down the inside of her thighs. Then he removes the noose, picks her up and carries her into the bedroom.

He frees her from the cuffs before climbing on top of her in the missionary position. This time it’s a long, languid fuck. The two kiss and cuddle as they come together in passionate lovemaking.

She finally asks, “Did you like it, dada?” There’s a faint flicker of worry in her expression.

“Princess, I loved it.”

“Take me then! Fuck me hard! Take me, dada!” And with that they begin a frenzied fuck that ultimately explodes in mutual orgasm.

He collapses on top of her as they pant heavily for breath. He tells her, “Best. Anniversary. Present. Ever!”

She smiles as she kisses him on the lips. Then she says, “Oh, I’m not done yet, dada.”

“You’re not?”

She shakes her head coyly as she climbs out of bed. He hears her cleaning up in the bathroom. Then she goes down the hall to the playroom.

He calls after her, “What; there’s more?”

Her voice responds, “The best part is coming up, dada.” So he waits for her as his cock stirs yet again.

“Ok,” she calls to him. “You can come in now.”

He gets out of bed and goes into the playroom. This time she’s completely naked except for the diamond necklace around her throat. The noose has been strung back up to dangle above the stool.

“What’s this?” he asks curiously.

“My final present to you,” she breathes. Then she kisses him deeply.

“Final present?”

“Well, that’s up to you, dada. But I really hope you’ll take full advantage of my offer.”

“What offer is that, kitten?”

“To let me hang for you, of course. I want to hang while watching you masturbate.”

“Princess???” He’s absolutely stunned.

She smiles as she sees the look of astonishment on his face. Right away she notices his hardening cock twitching as it starts to drip precum. She suspected a growing erection might be his response to her declaration to hang for him. Now she’s fully committed, and it both scares and excites her.

“I saw how hard you became when you first came into the playroom and saw me all noosed up, dada. I know how much you enjoyed giving me that flying fuck. Now I want to hang for you.”

“Are you serious, Princess?” His heart hammers in his chest. For the first time since her entrance into his life, he truly does not know what he wants to have happen at this very moment.

“I want to dance for you, dada. I want to watch your cock spurt during my hanging. Then I want to feel your cock up my ass one last time… a loving fate for a kitten like me.”

“Princess, are you certain??”

“As certain as I’ll ever be, dada.” Then she steps forward and kneels before him.

“As the condemned, I’m entitled to a last request, am I not?”

“I s-suppose.”

“Then I want to taste you in my mouth one last time. As your loving kitten, it’s only fitting.” And with that she slowly takes him between her lips.

She moans hungrily as she worships his cock. She runs her tongue all around it, memorizing the feel of it in her mouth. Right now she’s a little anxious over the decision she’s made. She’s also incredibly horny.

She cups his balls as she deep-throats his cock. Then she stops before he can ejaculate. She stands up and kisses him tenderly one last time before telling him, “No, dada. Cum on my stomach as I hang for you. I want to wear your cream as I die for you.”

She goes over to a table and retrieves the cuffs lying there. She walks over to the stool and tentatively climbs on in her bare feet, hanging onto the noose for support. Then she smiles at him.

“I’ve wanted to do this for you from the first time I saw you masturbating to those hanging photos. I’ve chosen a nice, thick noose so I can kick a long time for you, dada. I really hope you like it.”

She reaches up and carefully loops the noose around her throat. She has to stretch upward as she set it high and a little tight. By the time she gets it snugged with the knot near her left ear her pussy is dripping like crazy.

She shows him the cuffs before deliberately cuffing one wrist. She draws her arms behind her back and clatches the other one, securing her arms together. Then she takes a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“This is for you, dada,” she pants with growing fear and excitement. “This is for both our fantasies. Remember to buttfuck me one last time while I’m dangling. It would be great if I’m still alive when you do it. I love you so much. Happy anniversary, dada.” Then she steps off the stool, kicking it away behind her.

She was worried she might have miscalculated as she drops. Her feet flutter as the noose takes her full weight. But she soon discovers she set the length of the rope just right. Her toes flutter a mere four inches above the hardwood floor.

Her feet curl as her legs start to kick. The noose begins to hurt as she struggles to breathe. Then panic sets in.

She wonders what the hell she was thinking about when she committed to this as her legs fly. Then she sees him grab onto his cock and start to stroke. She feels an erotic jolt watching him masturbate to her hanging.

Her legs scissor for the floor; it’s so damned close! She rasps and jerks as she thrusts her chest out, showing off her breasts. That’s when she sees him cup his balls as he strokes his cock harder.

It hurts like hell, yet it fills her with an incredible arousal. Her mind cries out, “YES – YES – YES! This is how your kitten dies for you!” Then she feels it swell inside her.

She thrusts her hips out as she rasps and gurgles. It’s almost as though she’s trying to reach out and fuck that cock he’s stroking. She can almost feel it inside her even now. Then she feels the heat of an intense orgasm that shakes her to her core as she bucks and jerks in the noose.

She sprays the floor with her cum. It astonishes her; she’s never been a squirter before. When she sees him stroking his cock even harder, she finds the strength to kick up her legs again.

He jerks his meat at the incredible sight before him. A part of him wants to take her down. Yet he fears this might offend her if he spoils the present she wants to give him. And he has to admit: it’s one hell of a present!

Seeing her cum in the noose nearly sets him off. She dangles from exhaustion, and he pants for breath as he strokes even harder. When she starts to fight the noose again, he moves closer.

She had no idea anything could hurt so bad. Yet it’s nothing compared to the eroticism of seeing him approach. She tries to kick a little more, but her strength finally leaves her.

Her tongue protrudes out of her mouth as drool spills down onto her erect nipples. Then he steps forward, eagerly stroking. A moment later her tummy is splattered by his hot seed.

She quivers with excitement, thrilled she got to see his cock spurt. Then she feels him step behind her. She feels his hands reach around to grope her tits as he thrusts his cock hard up her butt. He always was one to stay hard when he was really aroused.

She jerks at the painful penetration. Then she shudders as her body quivers from yet another exquisite orgasm. This is truly the way a kitten like her should die – at the hands of her beloved dada with a noose around her throat and a cock up her ass.

The pain does not hurt so much now. She is dimly aware of his cock filling her ass. But soon she can’t feel anything below her chest. Then her senses spiral away until she no longer feels anything at all.

He pumps her ass, excitedly mauling her tits with his hands. He can feel her clenching involuntarily. Then he feels sometime warm trickling down his legs. Her bladder has loosened, releasing a little pee.

He thrusts hard up her butt, enjoying the sight of the noose around her neck. He gasps as he thrusts harder and faster. Then with a roar he pumps her full of his hot seed.

He pants as he slowly pulls out, some of his cream leaking out of her ass. Then he comes around front. Her eyes are glazed over, her tongue bleeding from having bitten into it as drool splatters off her breasts.

He steps up to her, tenderly kissing and cuddling her. He softly tells her how awesome her anniversary present was and that he’ll never forget it as tears well up in his eyes. Then he steps back to take a long look at her, admiring her naked, dangling corpse.

The necklace looks so lovely against her skin. She looks so beautiful hanging there… so unbelievably sexy. It’s so arousing that he decides he has to masturbate again.

Once more he begins to stroke, his eyes roaming every inch of her naked body. The noose cuts into her neck in stark contrast to the diamond necklace hanging around her throat. Her nipples are still hard on her full breasts, her pussy dripping from her many cums while she was hanging. It isn’t long until he’s spurting a second load onto her belly.

It’s the perfect ending to a perfect day…

© 2017 (written Sep 19 ’17 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on April 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming May rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Julie auditions for an underwater part in a movie.
A mother becomes angry her daughter hid an enemy soldier during the Civil War.
A Mata Hari story in first person.
An unpaid ransom brings an unexpected result.
Dorothy and her sister travel abroad for a very kinky, lethal reason.
A couple tries a unique form of marital therapy.

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

Rent is going up in May. So I’m moving back to be closer to mom. It will be a 650 mile move, so it will be a major adjustment. And with taxes this year I will have a lot of extra expenses. That is why I appreciate each and every one of you for being my patrons. Thank you so much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

At the party (reactivated 4-10-19)

19582 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes an “encounter story” originally written ten years ago, the type of story we sometimes like to fantasize about.

He’s still moping around after the loss of a girlfriend. So his friend invites him to a party. It turns into an orgy, complete with stripper.

It isn’t long before he discovers this party is not his type of scene. So he decides to go check out the pool before heading home for the night. A woman comes out to join him who he instantly recognizes as the stripper. She seems more “woman next door” than the persona she portrayed dancing naked around the pole.

It’s a hot, muggy night and she’s tempted to go for a swim. She’d like him to join her since she doesn’t want to swim alone in someone else’s pool. Then she loses her earrings in the water. He’s talked into stripping down to his underwear to help search the pool floor where things soon take an erotic turn. (5 chapters; 35 pages)

Shelly 20 (plus bonus) (4-10-19)

16623 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another older edited Shelly installment. Included is an older, recently edited Emma story.

Shelly 20 – Shelly and I agree to enjoy a swim in the pool one last night before she moves. But what will her reaction be when she learns of the action I plan on taking to definitely make it our “last” swim together? (20 pages)

Change of plans – Emma and Maureen are on their way down to Virginia when they take a little detour. They end up on the beach at an old abandoned pier where Maureen changes into a wetsuit. Then she explains to Emma there’s been a change in plans. Emma will get to watch the tide come in as she goes on to Virginia by herself. (15 pages)

A Cruel Mistress (plus bonus) (reactivated 4-10-19)

10118 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories recently edited for your reading enjoyment. Included is a guillotine fanfic.

A Cruel Mistress – Kendra signs on with Claudia to be her submissive. But she has a fear of water, and she lets slip that she had a traumatic experience when she was younger, resulting in her not learning how to swim. Claudia uses that information to erotically torment her sub, including a session in the deep pond out back where Kendra must hold her breath until she is bubbled several times. But has she been deceived? Is her Mistress going to leave her on the bottom of the pond? (21 pages)

The beheading of Pamela – Pamela is a well-known celebrity who owes a lot of money to a lot of people, including unpaid taxes. But in this day and age she has the alternative of several years in prison or a public execution in front of a huge crowd to pay off the debt and go out on top. So she chooses a public beheading by guillotine in a large stadium in front of a live audience, convinced this will make her famous for years to come. (6 pages)

The Terrible Twins (reactivated 4-10-19)

10960 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a JustPaul illustrated story inspired by one of his older clips about twin brothers taking revenge on Veronica’s slutty sister.

A promiscuous young woman named Nellie learns about the special habits these identical twins have of making out with their dates underwater. She enjoys pushing buttons and then being made to suck and fuck while holding her breath. Each one takes her out to the irrigation dam where they show off their special skills to her. Then she gets access to the college pool where Wayne cuffs her to the drain to get a blowjob out of her. The next night it is Dwayne’s turn to fuck her on the pool floor. But her sister helps set up a special revenge in the cement pond out back while vowing to watch it all unfold. (30 pages; 17 poser illustrations.)

Included is a minute long updated clip of the brothers having their way with Nellie while Veronica watches and gets off.

Shelly 5-7 (plus bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

15337 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a continuation of the edited Shelly series plus a bonus beheading story I have re-edited. 8.5 hours of editing plus an additional 2970 words and it is ready for your reading enjoyment.

Shelly 5-7 – (5) I try three times to bubble Shelly before she gets angry and decides to do it herself. (6) That night the guys at work follow me to the pool where they razz me as I display my Speedos to Shelly. (7) After the pool closes and we are alone I start to bubble Shelly as per her request, only to discover the night is becoming frighteningly similar to the dream I had earlier. When things settle down I discover she’s multi-orgasmic. (26 pages)

Amy’s birthday (beheading) – It is Amy’s 28th birthday and she is scheduled to face her Master (by being beheaded). She is willing (to go to the guillotine), only to awaken and face the same day over and over again! (5 pages)

Top Billing Files 4 (plus club bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

23785 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the next chapter in the Top Billing investigation by the Silver Cross Detective Agency. Included are four more edited chapters to the series My Visit to the Club.

Top Billing Files 4 – Stephanie rescues Keri from the catfight in Angel’s backyard pool. But the next day produces yet another victim as the Top Billing model is found in her pool. Stephanie and Lieutenant Powell go after the two lead suspects, only to encounter another twist in the case. (13 pages)

My visit to the Club (5-8) – Rick and Alison witness another event (hanging) on stage at the Club. Afterwards she tells him of her quest to find her mother and sisters, sharing her humiliating encounter with another couple in a sex room. (29 pages)

Escape Artist Nightmare 2 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 4-26-19)

11140 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a tale originally starting out as a script for an MMPTV.net production. The result of said production was so enjoyable that I took vidcaps with MMPTV’s permission and embellished the script, turning it into an illustrated story for your reading enjoyment. Included is a Club story I’m tossing in that I wrote a couple years ago.

Escape Artist: Nightmare 2 – Tara and Beth are two former lovers committed to putting on an escape artist show with not one but two models trying to escape together. A relationship fight at the beginning threatens to undermine all they’ve been working toward. And while one struggles to hold her breath, the other struggles to escape the situations they put themselves into during their practice session. Will their fight sabotage their efforts? Or will this all turn out to be nothing more than a horrible nightmare? (17 pages with vidcaps)

Club (Guillotine) volunteer – Amy works as an attendant at the Club. When she sees a notice for a (guillotine) volunteer she gives it some thought. Besides, she is already taking huge risks by the possibility of having her pregnancy sensor pop after having sex which would make her be taken up onstage (to be executed) in front of an adoring crowd. She agrees for the financial gain afforded to her mother. But it seems an attendant with a bad attitude will be (seeing the guillotine) up on the Entertainment stage ahead of her. (10 pages)

The underwater holodeck (reactivated 4-26-19)

2575 words – $3.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes an illustrated story inspired by one of JustPaul’s earlier animations. Commander Barnes has many skeletons in her closet, including her domination of an Ensign who programs her fantasies on the underwater holodeck. She wants Ensign Oguri to tweak her program to give her more of a challenge. But she has no idea the Ensign has rigged the underwater holodeck to give the Commander a program that will do far more than challenge her breath-holding abilities. (12 pages plus illustrations)

JQpublic Bundle 4 (reactivated 4-26-19)

7003 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of brand new JQpublic stories.

The Collector – Kate is staying at an Air B&B. She is on the phone with her friend Joanna telling her about the creepy guy who owns the house and how her sunglasses have turned up missing. That’s when she discovers a chest at the bottom of the backyard pool. The problem is: the cover is broken and is stretched across much of the surface. She tells her friend she is going to investigate, only to end up discovering far more than she could ever have bargained for. Kate may end up wishing she would have stayed at a motel chain. (6 pages)

Making it up to him – Taylor has wrecked her husband’s car and is deep in his doghouse. So she decides to try making it up to him in their backyard pool with a little playful bondage by handcuffing herself to the pool ladder. It means he’s going to have to come down and find the key she hid somewhere under her suit. That should be fun, right? What could possibly go wrong? (7 pages)

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Carl the scuba diver 3 3.7 (7)

Posted on April 24, 2019 by riwa

It had been another long, frustrating day. Carl had dealt with a couple of clients who had proved to be difficult to please. Now he just wanted to relax with a cold beer.

The doorbell rang, causing him to get up off the couch. When he opened the door a woman in a business jacket, skirt and heels smiled back at him. “My name is Leanne Nielson,” she told him as she handed him a card. “I run my own realty. Would you ever be interested in selling your home?”

“No,” he told her gruffly. Then he paused as he had to rethink the matter before telling her, “Well, I hadn’t planned on selling it.” The truth of the matter was he’d actually been forced to start considering the matter several weeks ago since his business had been struggling lately.

“Are you sure? I already know someone who might be interested.” It was a little lie she hoped might get him to consider her as his realtor. Besides, she’d already come to the conclusion selling a house like his would net her a tidy sum.

“I’ll have to think it over. Goodbye, Miss Nielson.” Then he closed the door on her.

Leanne was not dissuaded in the slightest. She’d sensed there might be an opening. Perhaps she should come back and try again while wearing something more alluring. Maybe that would help convince him to list it with her. And with that she got in her vehicle, started it up and drove away.

Carl went back to his chair and sat down. He grabbed his beer and took another long drink. The bitch had certainly been attractive enough.

He looked at the card in his hand. May he should try to sell it with her after all. If his business continued to suffer then it wouldn’t be too much longer before he started missing house payments. Then they would take it from him without him getting anything for it at all.

As the evening wore on he found himself thinking about Miss Nielson. That outfit hadn’t hid her large breasts very well. It made his cock harden as he thought about her. Maybe a night out on the town would do him good.

He went out to eat, followed by a visit to a strip club. There was a nice bitch with a good rack who came on to him. She gave him a lap dance, paying him extra attention when he kept giving her twenties. But Carl finally called it a night and headed home before he got too drunk.

—

The next morning Carl had regrets over his visit to that club. Even though he’d enjoyed that stripper, he’d spent money on her he really couldn’t afford. She’d made him cream his pants and that was all he’d gotten out of the deal. It had been a nice evening, but one that in hindsight he probably should have spent alone at home watching TV.

It was almost 11 am when he got a knock at the door. He opened it and was surprised to see that stripper at his door. “Hi, Carl. You did tell me to stop in if I was ever in the neighborhood, didn’t you?” Then she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.

“Well?” she asked as he stood there stunned. “Are you going to invite me in or not?” Carl appreciatively looked her up and down before apologizing as he let her inside.

“Nice house!” she observed admiringly. “You really do well for yourself.”

“I get by.”

She was in a light, white dress that did nothing to hide the black bra underneath her rack. He got a good look at her knockers and found himself starting to get hard. Damn!

“Mind if I use the little girl’s room?”

“Not at all,” he motioned with a smile. “It’s down the hall.”

“You’re so sweet.” Then she gave him a peck on the lips before she headed off.

She wasn’t gone more than a minute before Carl thought about his pool out back. Then he thought about drowning her in it. Before he knew it he had a raging boner, and he tried to put it out of his mind.

She came back about 5 minutes later. “Wonderful place you’ve got here.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do.”

“So why did you come here?”

“I really like you Carl. I thought we could get to know each other a little better.”

At that point he strongly suspected she was interested in getting a little more money out of him. Perhaps he’d been a little too generous with his twenties last night. And telling her his name and where he lived hadn’t been too smart either.

He thought about his pool again. It made his cock stiffen in his shorts. She glanced down and caught sight of the bulge. Then she grinned as she told him, “Looks like you want to get to know me a little better too.”

He thought about his pool again. It made his cock twitch. Was it possible; could he do another one?

“Would you like to see my backyard?”

“I’d love to!” So he led her through the house to the patio door where he took her out back.

She gasped with delight when she saw it. “You have a pool?”

“I clean pools for a living. So I thought it would be good to have one. Well, it was mostly my wife’s idea before she ran off.”

“I’m so sorry about that.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“Can I fix you a drink?”

“I’d love that.”

“Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.”

He went back inside and went straight for his little storage room where he usually kept his scuba gear to take out on jobs. He became greatly excited as he geared up. The thought of drowning this bitch had him hard as a rock.

When he was ready he walked back through the house to the patio door and out into the backyard. Her back was to him. When she heard the patio door slide open she turned to look.

“Why Carl!” she laughed. “What are you doing in your scuba gear? Do you want to give me a lesson?” Already she was envisioning a rich payday after her visit with him.

“I’m not going to give you a lesson,” he told her, his cock rock hard. “Instead I’m going to drown you.”

“Oh Carl,” she laughed with a dismissive wave. But as he approached her smile faded.

“Carl? What are you doing?”

“I told you I’m going to drown you. It really excites me when I drown big-titted bitches like you.” Then he pushed her into the deep end of his pool.

She let out a cry as she hit with a splash. He jumped in after her as she surfaced. Then he grabbed her and pulled her under.

She cried out as he pulled her dress down off her shoulders. Then he pulled her bra down as well, just so he could get to her mounds. She screamed and bubbled as she tried to kick free.

She managed to burst up to the surface. She barely had time to get a quick breath before he pulled her back down. He wrapped his arms around her and held on as she wriggled and squirmed in his grasp.

She shook her head at him, her eyes wide in horror. Her breasts wobbled as her chest heaved from trying to hold her breath. But she was too panicked and couldn’t hold her breath very long.

She spewed nose bubbles until she coughed and gurgled. Then adrenaline kicked in as she really thrashed about. He just held on tighter.

She suddenly gulped water. Then she began hitching and jerking as she inhaled, coughing up water and bubbles. Her breasts wiggled wonderfully as she spasmed and convulsed.

She coughed up little bursts of bubbles as she hitched and convulsed, all caught up in the throes of drowning. Then she went limp in his grasp as he creamed himself. Carl held her in his lap, admiring her form.

He completely removed her dress and bra. Then he let her go. She drifted up to the surface where she floated face down.

Carl pulled her back down and kissed her erect nipples. Then he pulled off her panties. He stuck a couple fingers into her slit and discovered she’d become lubricated in her horrific last moments.

He pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock. Then he thrust it into her cunt. She felt wonderful.

Carl spent the next half hour fucking her titties, pussy and mouth. When he was done he decided it was time to hide the body. The only thing he could think of was a trash can he used that was sealed and full of water. It would be a temporary solution until he figured out what to do with her later.

He stuffed her inside with a belt around her waist. She looked like she wouldn’t cause any problems in there for a while. Then he put the lid on her.

—

Leanne returned to Carl’s house that afternoon, hoping to work on him a little more. This time she was in her blue sun dress which showed plenty of cleavage. With her large “assets”, she figured she had a good chance of getting the listing.

She parked in the driveway and knocked on the door. Carl answered it, appearing not too happy to be intruded upon. But when he saw who it was and the outfit she was wearing his demeanor changed, just as she’d hoped it would.

“Miss Nielson. I didn’t expect you back today.”

“I’m sorry. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Is this a bad time?”

He looked her up and down. The outfit she was wearing was awakening certain body parts again. He briefly thought of the drowned stripper hiding in his trash can before telling her, “Not at all, Miss Nielson. Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you; I’d really like that.”

He opened the door and she stepped inside. She looked all around and instantly liked what she saw. The place needed a woman’s touch of course. But its size and location showed promise.

Carl thought about trying to send her away. But she was probably here to try to get the listing. Maybe he could show her the house and then get her out.

“Shall I give you the grand tour?”

“That would be great… so long as I’m not being a bother.”

“Oh, no bother at all.”

She gave him her best smile as he showed her around the interior. She took note of every little thing. She was already imagining the commission she might receive with a property such as this.

Carl looked her up and down again. She was definitely an attractive bitch in that outfit, especially with that chest of hers. Once more he found himself thinking of his pool out back.

“What do you think of the house, Miss Nielson?”

“I think it looks lovely. I’m betting you could get a really good price should you decide to sell.”

“And you’d like to have the listing?”

“Well… as a matter of fact…”

Once more he thought of the pool out back. His clothes had barely dried in time from his last swim. But those breasts and that body of hers was making it hard for him not to want to drown her.

“Can I fix you a drink, Miss Nielson?”

“I’d really like that; thank you.”

He went into the kitchen, put some ice in a couple of glasses and then poured a couple of drinks. “Have you seen a lot of houses around here, Miss Nielson?”

“Not many people want to sell up here. I can’t blame them.”

“What made you knock on my door in the first place?”

“Your neighbors said you lived alone… at least they thought you did.”

“Wife ran off some time ago and left me with the payments. Business has not been good lately.”

“What business are you in if I may ask?”

“Pool service. I’ve even got one out back.”

“Really? Mind if I see it?” That made his heart skip a beat.

“Not at all.”

After putting the drink in her hand he took her through the house and out the patio door. She smiled when she stepped outside and looked the backyard over. The pool looked to be in great shape. Already she was mentally adding a few thousand more to her commission.

Carl was also doing some mental calculations. He was becoming aroused at the presence of this sexy bitch. He hadn’t planned on doing another drowning so soon. But this woman, her outfit and her large tits looked tailor-made for a fateful dip in his pool.

He felt the faintest twinge of guilt. Then he told himself it wasn’t his fault she’d come barging in wanting to sell his property. She should have known she was taking her life in her hands wearing something like that. Now he was going to enjoy drowning her.

“That’s a lovely pool,” she observed, putting her drink down on a patio table. “It looks like you’ve done a good job keeping it up.”

“It wouldn’t do if any of my pool customers came by and saw I had a pool that looked shabby. That’s why I keep my scuba gear up-to-date. I used it all the time.” Then he walked over to the gear he’d just used on that stripper.

“I see.”

She looked more closely at the bottom of the pool. She saw what looked like a dress and a bra. What the hell?

She turned to see him gearing up in one of his tanks. Then she laughed nervously. He just eyed her carefully.

“Something funny, Miss Nielson?”

“I’m sorry. Just seeing you gearing up like that, well… I’m sorry. It’s just so damned amusing.”

“I’m glad I amuse you, Miss Nielson.” Then he tested his regulator, purging it a couple times.

“Might I ask why you’ve put on your scuba gear all of the sudden?”

“Certainly, Miss Nielson. I intend to drown you in my backyard pool. Then I plan on having my way with your dead body.”

“You have a funny way with words, Carl.”

“I’m not joking, Miss Nielson. I fully intend to drown you. It’s the least I can do since you showed up in a sun dress like that. It’ll go transparent in the water while I’m drowning you so I’ll get to see your bra and panties before I take them off.

The smile froze on her face. For a moment she thought he couldn’t possibly be serious. Then he calmly walked up to her and pushed her into the water.

She let out a cry as she hit with a splash. Carl jumped right in after her. Then he wrapped her up in his arms from behind. She screamed a froth of bubbles, horrified at what was happening to her.

Carl held on tight, his hard cock pressing into her back. He was horny all over again. Even though he’d drowned that stripper this morning he was really looking forward to drowning this realtor as well.

She put up a sexy struggle, her legs kicking every which way. She simply couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Who the hell was this guy??

Carl got more turned on. She should start drowning any moment now. He couldn’t believe how hard his cock had become.

She spewed nose bubbles as she fought to break free. But Carl didn’t want her to get back to the surface where she might scream and alert the neighbors. So he held on tight.

He heard a gurgle as she suddenly hitched. Then she started coughing up bubbles. Her struggles instantly lessened as she started to drown.

Carl turned her around so he could look at her. He pulled her dress down and then pulled her bra off as well. She was still hitching, little bubbles leaking out past her parted lips as he reached up to squeeze and play with her boobs.

Leanne shuddered hard, her mind crying out in shock and horror. Then consciousness faded away. Her last thought was how wrong she’d been in choosing to see if she could get a listing from such a murderous man.

Carl creamed himself as he held onto her. Then he let her go. He watched her drift up to the surface where she floated face down. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

He pulled her back down to him before pulling down his shorts and briefs. He thrust his cock into her mouth and enjoyed fucking it. Then he fucked her titties. It made him harden right back up.

Carl turned her around and thrust his dick into her from behind. Then he gave it to her good and hard. It felt incredible fucking a drowned woman at the bottom of his pool.

He ended up leaving a deposit up her pussy. Then he let her go again. He watched as she drifted up to the surface and floated face down.

Now Carl had two bodies to dispose of. But there was always his buddy’s boat down at the marina. He would have to get rid of both vehicles as the stripper’s car was now in his garage. But he figured that might not be too difficult, not after the successful disposal of the last two women he’d drowned in his pool.

2018 (Dec 19 ’18)

(Inspired by preview pics from an H2O clip “Should have used a realtor” which I included for illustration purposes.)

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Executing Dorothy on Santamos Island 3.8 (9)

Posted on April 18, 2019 by riwa

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

Executing Dorothy on Santamos Island

I head up to room 407 and politely knock on the door. A rather attractive, curvaceous blonde in a light-colored silk blouse, short leopard print skirt and heels answers the door. She looks like she might be in her mid to upper thirties.

I wonder for a moment what it was that caused her to partake in the Island lottery. Was it the risk? The reward of surviving several nerve-wracking days of whether or not your number might be called? Or was it something more? No matter; her number has been drawn.

“Can I help you?” she asks politely, giving me the once over. She gets this look in her eyes as though she might like to get to know me better. Sadly there’s not much time for that now.

“Miss Curtis? Miss Dorothy Curtis?”

“Bloody hell, love; please don’t be so formal.”

“My apologies. You were entered in the Island lottery? You chose number 13?”

Her eyes suddenly flash excitedly. “Did I win? You mean I won? What did I win??” Her reaction is not what I expect.

“I’m not sure it’s what you’d call a ‘win’, miss. Since your number has been drawn, you must now be executed.”

“Executed?? Bloody hell! What kind of lottery did I enter??”

“This is the island of consensual executions, miss. Haven’t you noticed people being taken out to be executed?”

“Well of course I have!” she responds indignantly. “I’m ashamed to admit it’s been terribly erotic to witness those executions.” Then I see the shock flash in her eyes as a hand comes up to cover her mouth.

“I was down in the dining room and I overheard them talking about the lottery, so I signed up. You mean if your number is drawn you must be executed??”

“I’m afraid so, miss. Don’t you remember signing that waiver when you entered the lottery?”

“Yes, but… bloody hell!”

Her knees suddenly come together as her face flushes crimson. “I’ve got to go to the loo right now and… oh, never mind. Just come inside before somebody sees me like this, ok?”

I step inside and close the door behind me as she makes a beeline to the bathroom. “So what happens now?” she calls out through the open door.

“Excuse me, miss?”

“I said ‘what happens now’?? …to me I mean? What happens now?”

“Well miss. I guess you make arrangements for the ‘who’ and ‘how’ of your execution.”

“The ‘who’ and ‘how’? You mean who executes me and how they would do it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Bloody hell! Would you stop being so formal? Please call me ‘Dottie’. You make me feel like… like I’m going to be executed or something. Oh hell; that’s right. I really AM going to be executed!”

“That’s ok, miss… er, uh… I mean Dottie. You’ve got time to get your affairs in order.”

“But I don’t know anybody here!” she protests as she emerges from the bathroom in another skirt. “I haven’t had much chance to mingle. I’ve been down to the bar and all. But to pick out an executioner right out of the blue? Bloody hell, love!”

She looks at me closely and I find myself blushing. She’s quite attractive and I find myself thinking about how she might look while being executed. I’m getting a boner and I instinctively try to cover my crotch. But it’s much too late as she’s already noticed my growing bulge.

She looks at me and despite the news I’ve given her she actually gets this sly smile. “What about you, love? You look like the kind of guy who adores taking women out and executing them.” I blush again, the bulge in my trousers becoming more pronounced.

“Well miss, uh… I mean… yes, Dottie. I’ve executed women before.”

She looks at me as though seeing me in a whole new light. I swear her breath catches in her throat. Then in a trembling voice she asks, “How would you execute me, love?”

“Now I don’t know. You see I prefer using the axe. “It’s relatively quick but I, uh…” I pause, not wanting to tell her the rest.

“You what?” she asks curiously.

“You don’t want to know.”

“You might as well tell me. It seems I don’t have much time for niceties.”

“Well I, uh… I tend to keep the heads. I like to fix them all up. Then sometimes I, uh… I like to, well… I like to use them afterwards.”

I’m embarrassed as hell. But now she seems even more breathless. “Bloody hell, love! You mean you’d take my head off and then use it again for…”

“Yes, Dottie; that’s what I’ve done in the past. But I promise I won’t use your head like that… well, not if you ask me not to.” I feel I’ve shocked her enough today to at least give her some consideration in the matter.

“I guess I don’t have any choice in the matter now, do I?” she says carefully. “…not if I choose you as my executioner. I take it you can do anything you want with me after it’s all over. Is that right?”

“From a technical standpoint I suppose that is correct.” Now my cock is even harder in my trousers. It’s virtually impossible to hide it from her gaze.

“I suppose if it must be done,” she sighs reluctantly. Then she looks right at me.

“What am I supposed to wear to my, uh… my execution?” She stammers as she struggles to spit the word out.

“Anything you want, Dottie.” I figure I owe her that much.

She looks at me and smiles before turning and going over to her dresser. “Give me ten minutes to get ready, ok? Then you can come and get me.”

“Now? You mean you want to do this now??”

This is a bit unusual. After all, I half expected her to try to delay the proceedings for a while. But she responds, “I can’t sit around in my room all day just waiting to be executed, love. I’ll go stark raving mad. So let’s get this thing over with, ok?”

“If you say so, miss… er, uh… I mean, if you say so, Dottie. I’ll leave you to it then.” And with that I beat a hasty retreat, my cock straining in my trousers…

—

I return ten minutes later and quietly tap on the door. “Miss Curtis? Dottie?”

I hear a “Just a second” from the other side of the door. Thirty seconds later it opens. Dorothy Curtis stands there in heels and dark sheer nylons, a long beige colored wrap around her shoulders covering her from view.

She grabs her wrap and slowly opens it, letting it fall off her shoulders. She proudly shows herself to me. Then she asks “Is this presentable for my beheading?”

My cock hardens in my trousers as I gawk at her tight black corset. Her large breasts are supported by something sheer that fails to disguise how hard her nipples have become. Down below, her garter attaches to a set of sheer nylons, several clasps attaching to each leg. Her panties are also sheer as the decorations down there pull one’s eyes right to her crotch.

My mouth falls open and my tongue hangs out. It is totally unprofessional of me. But she smiles at me as though appreciative of my reaction.

“I thought this might be appropriate,” she tells me with a sly wink. “I’m ready for my beheading now.” Then she takes my arm so I can escort her down the hall to the elevator.

—

We walk up to the hotel concierge where we sign the requisite forms. Then I take her over to the nightclub. Everyone stares at us as we walk up to the bar.

As another courtesy I buy her a stiff drink. But I choose a club soda for myself. After all, I’ll be wielding an axe within the next few minutes and I want to be accurate with my swing.

In no time at all every male finds himself staring at her in her very eye-catching outfit. She seems to love the attention. Then she downs her drink in one gulp.

It’s obvious she’s nervous as hell. Then she loudly proclaims, “I’m ready for my beheading, love! Take me to my execution!!”

Every eye remains on her as we head for the exit. There are several murmurs as though folks are shocked she’s going to her death so casually. I get the distinct impression if she’s going to die she wants to be saluted by every cock around her.

We head out the other door to the ocean-view deck out back where the axe and block are waiting. The seriousness of her situation suddenly hits her hard as she catches sight of the objects of her demise. “Bloody hell, love!” she gasps, her breath catching in her throat.

I’m aware of the stampeding of feet behind us as the nightclub empties out in mid-afternoon. It seems that everyone wants to watch me execute Miss Curtis. She seems to enjoy the attention, but I can tell she’s starting to get nervous.

“I have to tie your arms behind your back now, Dottie.” She dutifully turns around, obediently bringing her arms up behind her back. She’s trembling as I tie her wrists together with rope.

I turn her around to face me. “Miss Dorothy Curtis?” I proclaim loudly for one and all to hear. “You have entered the Island lottery of your own free will and have signed the requisite forms! Your number – the number thirteen – was officially drawn today! Therefore, it is my duty to execute you as per the rules of the lottery! Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?”

She looks at me and blinks as though her mind has suddenly gone blank. Then she inhales sharply. A flash of real fear appears in her features as her knees start to buckle.

I catch her and then help guide her down to kneel in front of the block. She faces several witnesses who have gathered and are standing behind me as others encircle us. I stretch her neck out across the block, carefully forcing her head down.

“Now don’t move, Dottie,” I tell her authoritatively. “At this stage of the game you really don’t want me to miss, do you?” Then I reach for the axe.

My cock is extremely hard within my trousers. But there’s no time to deal with it now. I decide I’m going to need a release after this is all over.

I get a good grip on the axe and then start to lift it up. “WAIT!” Dottie blurts out anxiously. I can see her body shaking as she starts to hyperventilate.

“Miss Curtis?” I ask sternly, about to lecture her for taking the execution this far only to bring it to a halt. Then she quietly gasps, May I have a last request?”

“What is your request, Miss Curtis?” I want to get this over with so I can go back to my room and jerk off. Maybe I could use her head to get me off. Then I decide I shouldn’t do that, at least not in front of all these people. It would be too degrading to her.

Her request stuns me. “I want to suck your cock,” she says in a quivering voice. “I want a man’s cum on my lips when my head rolls.”

It seems a solution to my desire for sexual release has just presented itself. I’m not sure I want to have her blow me in front of all these spectators. But I don’t see how I can decline her request.

“Granted,” I tell her and I carefully put the axe down.

I step in front of her and unzip my fly to the cheers and catcalls of the spectators all around us. My cock emerges all stiff and throbbing. The tip is already beaded with pre-cum.

She rises up on her knees, leans forward and then laps up my pre-cum. Then she slowly sucks me into her mouth, moaning softly. She starts to apply suction, her cheeks going concave.

Obviously she’s done this before. I hear one man’s voice from the gathered witnesses jealously proclaim, “Lucky bastard!” My face flushes red with embarrassment.

I thrust nice and slow in an effort to be both polite and respectful. But the whole damned thing has made me harder than hell. Her sexy attire… me about to separate her head from her shoulders… the anticipation of the gyrations her dying body will make… all of it combines to make me stiff and quivering for a release.

I find myself grabbing her by the back of her head, losing myself in my eagerness to fuck her face. She does not resist, grunting and moaning as she ravenously sucks harder and faster. Her imminent death and my role as executioner have made us more lustful for each other than I could have possibly imagined. My only regret is there is no time to fuck her pussy before taking her head. Besides, that would be much too embarrassing out here in public.

My cock swells in her mouth; my explosion is imminent. I thrust hard and deep, gagging her as it reaches the back of her throat. Then she grunts as she gets a taste of my seed.

Her head suddenly jerks backward out of my hands. My next shot splatters her face. Instinctively I grab my cock, squeezing out my cum all over her cheeks.

She gasps and moans, her tongue coming out to lick my spunk off the tip of my shaft. Then she looks up at me, her eyes smoldering with lust. It’s almost as though she’s goading me into executing her by her expression. “Don’t you think I deserve to lose my head now over a slutty thing like that?”

Something suddenly overcomes me. I roughly force her head back down upon the block into position. She gasps and whimpers, her chest starting to heave as she hyperventilates.

I hear her moan softly as I pick up the axe and heft it above her. I hear an audible gasp from the spectators as I gently bring the blade down to judge my strike. I allow it to nick her exposed neck.

She gasps and whimpers, trembling like mad. I suspect she has just wet herself. I wonder if it’s all she can do to force her head to remain in place.

I heft the axe upward. Then I bring it down hard. It goes right through her neck, hitting the block with a loud THUNK!

 Her head virtually leaps away, bouncing off the deck and then rolling to a stop. The crowd gasps the moment the blade comes down. A few of them jump with a start, and I hear a couple of shrieks. Then they all start to cheer.

Blood spurts out of her severed neck as her body begins to jerk and spasm. Then it reluctantly topples over onto its side, convulsing in its death throes. That’s when I begin to distinguish some comments from the gathered witnesses…

“Gawd; did you see her wee herself right there at the very end?”  “I wonder if she was cumming when the blade fell! It sure looked like she was cumming!”  “Do you see what she’s wearing? And did you see how hungry she was for the executioner’s cock? Damn… now I’VE got a boner!”  “She was a cock-tease; that’s for sure! Did you see her come into the nightclub like she wanted every eye on her? She was a prick-teaser and she got what she deserved!!”  “Damn! That’s one beheading I ain’t NEVER gonna forget!”

I reach over, bend down and lift up her head to more applause. Dorothy has this shocked look on her face. Blood trickles out of her mouth and nose as it also drips out of her severed neck.

Her mouth is open as though she tried to scream at the last moment. Her face is stained with my cum. I get the erotic shivers something fierce as I detect a faint aroma of urine. Her sheer panties are thoroughly soaked.

I look deeply into her eyes. Can she see me looking at her? It’s almost as though I can hear her voice in my mind, telling me to take her head home and enjoy it. So I decide that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

As I walk away with my prize I hear the cart pulling up to the deck behind me, her coffin waiting inside…

2012; 2018 (written for Dottie Sep 11 ’12; ed. Nov 20 ’18 by riwa)

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Gambling your life away (Part 3) 4 (5)

Posted on April 18, 2019 by riwa

Part III

Dorothy tried to see to her sister on the floor as Monique came over to Emily. “Out of your clothes, Miss. Mr. Rick wants you in the chair.”

“I… but I…”

Emily didn’t know what to do. She looked at Zilpha’s corpse lying on its side, the executrix having placed the head right next to it. Zilpha had a shocked, vacant look in her expression as blood pooled out from where her neck sat on the floor.

She looked down to see Dorothy trying to awaken her sister. Winifred was starting to come around. Then Monique helped stand her up and started to undress her.

A numbness set in as Emily didn’t resist. She couldn’t believe what had happened. They’d all wanted to come to the Club to check it out for themselves. Now Zilpha had been beheaded… and she was about to face the electric chair!

Dorothy helped Winifred sit up, only for them to see the executrix walk Emily naked over to the chair. Monique helped the sister down onto the two metal posts sticking up. Emily gasped and whimpered as she was forced to take both posts up her holes.

Winifred looked at her beheaded sister and almost fainted again. She got a little woozy and started to sway. Dorothy helped hold her upright, only to squawk in alarm when she saw Emily being strapped down into the chair.

What really alarmed her was the way the wires were being connect to her sister’s erect nipples and swollen clit. Emily appeared to be embarrassed her two sisters could see her naked and being humiliated. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Dorothy helped Winifred back up into a seat at the table. She turned to see Emily panting for breath as the executrix finished strapping her down. Then she gasped at the co-owner, “Wait! Can’t you do something to stop all this?”

“She knew the risks when she drew the card,” Mr. Rick told her sympathetically. “She had a better than 50-50 chance of drawing the right color. Sadly, luck is not always with you when you most need it to be.”

Dorothy looked around in desperation. Then she looked at the remaining cash on the table. “We’ll buy her back!” she gasped anxiously, clutching at straws.

“Not likely,” he told them with a sad shake of his head. “Maybe you should quit while you two still have your heads.”

“D-Dorothy??” Emily stammered, her face pale as she quivered in the chair. She appeared to be wincing and writhing from the posts up her holes.

Winifred looked at the cards left on the table. Mr. Rick saw her looking at them and calmly removed that option by sweeping them all up and discarding them into a bin beneath the table. “I’d say that deck is bad luck, ladies.”

“Can’t we… can’t we do something else?”

At that moment Emily seemed to come to herself. She composed herself and managed to take a deep breath before telling them, “Dorothy, you and Winnie have got to leave! You’ve got to go right now before something else happens to one of you!”

“But they’re going to FRY you!” Winifred protested.

“Wise words, ladies,” Mr. Rick said with a smile. “Unless of course one of you wishes to risk her life to save your sister. And we all know how well that turned out last time.”

“He’s right!” Emily told them. “Go home and tell everyone what happened! Go home while you still can!”

“What do we tell mum and dad?” Winifred protested.

Dorothy turned and told her, “We can’t tell father; it would kill him!”

“But we’ve got to win her back!” Then Winifred looked over at the strange, elongated table with the dice and numbers and places for betting. She pointed at it before asking, “How does that game work?”

Mr. Rick smiled as he got up and walked over to it. He picked up the two dice on the table and brought them over, setting them down right in front of her. Then he proceeded to explain the rules.

“It’s a simple game really. You try to throw a seven as it is the number most likely to come up. If you roll a seven, you win. But if you roll another number then you have to roll that same number again before you roll another seven or you lose.”

“Is that it?” Dorothy asked anxiously. She certainly didn’t want to leave without Emily, not if there was any way of saving her.

“That’s pretty much the gist of it, ladies. If there were more people gambling in here then there would be more to it than that. For the sake of what you are hoping to achieve, I suggest we keep it simple. How does that sound?”

“Then let’s do it!” Winifred gasped as she snatched the dice up off the edge of the table.

Dorothy grabbed her arm before she could throw them. Then she looked at the co-owner of the club with suspicion. “Wait. Is that all there is to it?”

Mr. Rick smiled at them. “We can’t make it all that simple, can we? After all, you’re gambling for your sister’s life. And the one who is throwing the dice will be risking her own life as well.”

“That’ll be me,” Winifred declared bravely, pulling her hand away as Dorothy tried to reach for the dice in her hand.

“But what happens if you lose, love?”

“I suppose it’ll be the drowning tank for her,” the co-owner mused thoughtfully. “I haven’t witnessed a good drowning in a few days; right, Monique?”

“Right, Mr. Rick,” the executrix replied with a knowing smile.

“D-Drowning?” Winifred whimpered as she looked over at the glass tank.

“Only if you lose, miss. In fact, I’ll sweeten the pot.”

He paused for a moment as he looked at Monique who smiled back without a word. Then he smiled at the two ladies now standing at the Craps table.

“I’ll make this easier, but not too easy. After all, there has to be some sort of risk involved, right? Every time you win, I’ll give you $500. But you must win three in a row in order to save your sister from the chair. Every time you lose I’ll take your winnings and you’ll have to start all over.”

“Three in a row?” Dorothy asked dubiously as she looked at him and then her sister holding the dice.

“What does that mean?” Winifred wanted to know.

“Three sevens in a row would do it. Even an eleven will be acceptable – seven or eleven.”

“A seven or eleven and we win?” Dorothy asked carefully.

“Yes,” he said with a nod to her. “It’s a win each time a seven or eleven is rolled on the first throw. You must throw the dice all the way to the end of the table and bounce them off that back wall.”

“What are all these other numbers and things on the table for?” Winifred asked, pointing them out.

“They’re for bets being made by people who would normally be watching the one throwing the dice. But since it’s just the three of us down here, we’ll dispense with all that.”

“What if she doesn’t roll a seven or eleven?” Dorothy asked, giving her sister a wary eye. She tried not to look over at Emily in the chair who was shaking her head for them not to risk themselves for her sake. Dorothy didn’t dare look at her beheaded sister’s corpse or it would give her the shakes something fierce. Strange how she was so wet down below.

“Then you’ve rolled a number you must match by rolling it again.” Mr. Rick explained. “For the sake of this game we will not include twos, threes or twelves as those numbers would affect the bets others would place. For our purposes, let’s say you throw a four, five, six, eight, nine or ten. You must roll that number again before you throw a seven. That also qualifies as a win. As I said before, three wins in a row will save your sister.”

“And that’s it?” Winifred asked, feeling somewhat better. She looked over at Emily who looked pale, yet somewhat hopeful.

“Not exactly,” Mr. Rick told them with a smile. “There are risks involved. Say you threw a six and are trying to roll a six again, but you throw a seven instead.”

“That means?” Winnie asked anxiously.

“It means Monique over there will give your sister a little more current and you’ll have to start all over trying to win three in a row. At some point she will get too much electricity and you will lose as well.”

Emily went pale at the news. “Bloody hell, don’t do it! Dottie, don’t let her risk it!”

“Would you shut it?” Winnie called over to her. “We’re trying to save your bloody arse over here!”

“Don’t risk it or he’ll drown you!” But Winifred ignored her as she turned back to look at the co-owner.

“A seven or eleven?” she repeated carefully.

“Only on your first throw. If you roll a seven or eleven you win. Then you start the second time around by throwing again to see if you can win again.”

“Winnie, are you sure about this?” Dorothy asked nervously. “He wants to drown you if you lose.” Her sister gulped and nodded, trying not to think about being trapped in a tank of rising water if she lost.

Emily didn’t know how to feel about all this. She was hopeful they might win back her life. On the other hand she was concerned she was going to die anyway and that Winnie might be gambling her life away. What would their folks say if three of them ended up dying here at the Snuff Club??

“I’ve got to do it!” Winifred declared. Then she swallowed hard as she tossed the dice. They came up just short of the wall at 4-3.

“I win!” she declared excitedly. Mr. Rick just shook his head as Monique did the same from her vantage point near the controls to the chair.

“They didn’t reach the wall at the end,” he explained as he used his stick to corral them and bring them back. Then he handed them back over to her before asking, “Do you want to try again?”

Winifred looked over at her naked sister secured in the chair. Then she gulped nervously as she threw the dice again. This time she threw them so hard that one leaped right off the table.

Mr. Rick chuckled as he pulled the one die off the table and discarded it. Then he reached under and retrieved a brand new pair. “It seems your first throw was a little too soft while your second was a little too hard. Let’s see if this time you can get it just right.” He couldn’t help smiling.

The sisters looked over at Emily who was now starting to want out of the chair. The posts up her holes were uncomfortable and were making her squirm. And she was dripping from a shameful arousal. It was humiliating as hell; plus she had no desire to get shocked.

She had no idea what an electrical jolt would feel like. And she certainly didn’t want to find out. In an anxious voice she called out, “Would you just roll those bloody dice already and get me out of this bloody thing?”

Winifred tossed them with her right hand, trying to bounce them off the wall. They ricocheted off and settled at 5-2. “That’s a win,” Mr. Rick said with a smile, retrieving the dice and handing them back to her before reaching under the table to retrieve five one hundred dollar bills which he placed before her.

Winifred lit up at the sight of the money sitting in front of her. Emily let out a sigh as well at hearing the news. Dorothy breathed a little easier as her sister picked up the dice and threw them again.

This time they came up 4-4. Mr. Rick retrieved them and smiled. “Now you have to throw another eight before you roll a seven. It doesn’t have to be two fours; it can be any combination that adds up to eight. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

Winifred threw the dice off the back wall. They came up 4-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them before telling her with a smile, “No harm done. You can keep throwing safe numbers all night long if you wish. So long as you don’t roll…” and she threw them again. This time they came up 6-1.

“…that number,” Mr. Rick finished with a sad little smile. Over in the chair Emily gasped in surprise.

“What?” Dorothy said in alarm.

“It’s buzzing,” she whimpered as she squirmed a little. “At least it’s not too bad.” She didn’t dare tell her sister the kind of sexual effect it was starting to have on her.

“What happens now?” Dorothy asked as Mr. Rick took the bills away from in front of Winifred before retrieving the dice.

“Now we start all over. Remember, you have to make three wins in a row. Throw three sevens back to back and your sister goes free. Or throw three safe numbers and match them before you roll a seven.”

He started to give the dice to Dorothy, telling her, “New shooter.” Winifred snatched them out of his hand before telling him, “No, I think I’d better do it.”

He paused for a moment. “Normally we change shooters when someone craps out throwing a seven like that.” Then he looked at Monique who smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“In this case I suppose we can make an exception. I’ll leave it up to you ladies to decide who throws the dice. Remember, the one who last threw is on the hook should something… unfortunate happen to your sister.” He smiled sympathetically at Emily who was still wriggling uncomfortably from a current that didn’t seem to be stopping.

Winifred nodded as she threw the dice again. They came up 4-3. Mr. Rick reached under and retrieved the same five bills and placed them in front of her before he retrieved the dice and handed them back.

Winifred threw the dice again. They came up 5-2. That’s when she blurted out an excited “Yes!”

Mr. Rick brought out five more bills and placed them in front of Winifred as he retrieved the dice and handed them back to her. Dorothy looked hopeful at the idea this might be over after only losing one sister.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked, appearing relieved to see the co-owner bringing out more hundred dollar bills.

“One more!” Winifred declared as she threw the dice. They came up 5-5.

“Now throw another ten and you’ll have $1,500 plus the $300 you won drawing for the joker, plus the $300 your sister here has, plus your sister’s life returned to you.”

She smiled confidently as she told him, “I can do that, love.”

Winifred threw the dice again. They came up 3-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them before handing them back over with a smile and a “No harm, no foul.” Then Winifred threw 6-1.

Emily let out a gasp as the current increased. The two sisters looked over at her in horror as Mr. Rick retrieved the ten bills he’d laid in front of Winifred. The original three from drawing for the joker were still intact. But would not be for long if she lost her life in this game.

“Starting over,” he told her as he retrieved the dice. “Bad luck trying to throw for a ten again.” Then he held the dice out as though seeing which sister would take them.

Winifred took them out of his hand and threw them across the table. They came up 3-1. She rolled a six and an eight before she came up with another seven. That’s when Emily let out another gasp as the power was increased yet again.

“Are you ok, love?” Dorothy asked anxiously, knowing full well her sister wasn’t the least bit ok.

“B-Bloody hell!” Emily sputtered. She was now wriggling against the probes up her holes. And it felt like her nipples were burning and wouldn’t stop.

“Maybe I should throw,” Dorothy offered. Winnie looked at her and nodded before asking, “Can we change shooters?”

“Certainly. Under normal circumstances we change shooters after every loss. In this case I’m allowing you to decide which sister throws the dice. After all, the one who last threw is the one on the hook in case your sister over in the chair succumbs.”

“I’m not doing very well,” Winifred nervously told her sister. “Maybe you’d better give it a go.”

Dorothy nodded as she accepted the dice. Then she tried to throw them the right distance. They bounced off the wall and came up 4-2.

“Well done,” Mr. Rick told her with a smile. “Now throw that six again. It can be any combination that adds up to a six.”

Dorothy nodded and threw the dice again. This time they came up 3-3. She let out a gasp of delight as Mr. Rick promptly put five one hundred dollar bills in front of her before retrieving the dice.

“That’s a win!” Winifred called over to her sister. “Two more and you’re home free!”

“W-would you h-hurry it up?” she gasped. Emily was on the verge of an embarrassing orgasm.

Dorothy threw the dice again, only for them to come up short. Mr. Rick retrieved them for her with a smile, telling her, “Off the wall, my dear.” Then she threw them again. This time they bounced off and came up 6-1.

“That’s a second win,” Mr. Rick said as he placed five more bills on top of the five already in front of the sister. Then he retrieved the dice and handed them to her, smiling as he told her, “The dice seem to like you.”

Dorothy threw them again. They bounced off the back wall and came up 3-2. Mr. Rick retrieved them and handed them over to her with a smile. “Now throw another five and I’ll have Monique remove your sister from the chair.”

Dorothy took careful aim and threw. They bounced off the wall. One dice teetered on its edge before toppling over. Together they read 5-2.

Emily let out a sharp gasp as the current was increased yet again. A moment later she cried out in shameful orgasm. She was simply unable to hold it back.

Her two sisters looked over at her in horror and astonishment. “Dreadful luck,” Mr. Rick told them as he retrieved all the bills from in front of Dorothy excepting the first three from their previous game. “Now you’ll have to start all over.” Monique just smiled encouragingly at them.

“Bloody hell; give them back!” Winifred gasped, becoming more then a little alarmed as she snatched them out of Dorothy’s hand. Over in the chair it looked like Emily was starting to get the shakes. She winced and moaned as she begged them to make it stop.

Winnie anxiously threw the dice and got a 6-1, which netted her back the same $500 as before. Then she threw a 4-2. She tried to throw another six, but the dice came up 5-3 and 2-2 before she hit the dreaded 5-2.

Emily screamed as she climaxed all over again from an increase in current. The posts were setting her holes on fire. Her nipples felt like they were going to burn right off.

Dorothy snatched the dice away from her sister and tried her luck again. She got a 5-2 on her first throw. But a 5-3 followed. She tried to match the eight, but ended up throwing a 4-1, 5-1, and then a 6-1.

Emily gasped and stiffened. She tried to form the words for them to do something. But she couldn’t get any air past her vocal chords.

“She’s doing quite well considering the circumstances,” Mr. Rick observed as he looked over at their shuddering sister. “It’s hard to predict just how much longer she can go. So I suppose you’d better choose wisely who’ll be throwing the dice.”

Dorothy tried again. Her first two throws were 6-1 and 5-2. For a moment there was renewed hope among the two sisters. But a 3-3 was followed by a 3-4.

Emily let out another cry as her pussy squirted. Now she was grimacing as though she was in agony. “At least she seems to be enjoying herself,” Mr. Rick observed with a smile. “But I’d be careful if I were you. You two might want to stop right now before we lose another one of you.”

Winifred bravely took the dice back. She told her sister, “Father would die if we lost you too, love.” But Dorothy was pretty sure he was already going to have a heart attack anyway.

They’d already lost Zilpha to a dreadful beheading. She had to keep looking over to confirm this wasn’t some ghastly nightmare and that her sister’s head was calmly sitting there separate from her body like that. What the hell would she do if she lost both Emily and Winnie??

Winifred threw a 6-1 for her first needed win of three. Then she threw a 4-4 and a 4-3. Emily gawked as the power was increased yet again.

Fluid was oozing out of her pussy. Her eyes were wide and she thrashed about as though she might tear herself apart in the chair. Mr. Rick acknowledged it with a sad little smile.

“Last one, ladies; win or lose. Let’s be merciful, shall we? Are you sure one of you wants to take a gamble with your life for your sister right now? I can always turn up the power and end this right now.”

Dorothy started to take the dice from her sister, feeling they’d come too far to stop now. “No,” Winifred stammered. “I’ll… uh… I’ll take the risk.”

“Winnie, no!”

“I’ve GOT to! Emily can’t take much more!”

She threw a 5-2 and earned $500. Next she threw a 6-2, needing another eight to match the point. She threw a 3-3, 5-4 and 2-2. Then she finally threw a 4-4, matching the eight she needed.

Mr. Rick smiled as he placed another five bills in front of her. “Maybe your luck is changing. Let’s hope so, both for you and your sister’s sake.”

Winifred just missed when she threw a 4-2. She was certain she could make that. But her last throw came up 4-3.

Emily’s cry was cut off as she really started to shudder in the chair. Her pussy sprayed as sparks arced off the electrodes attached to her nipples. Her head fell forward, violently jerked back, and then fell forward again.

Her eyes were wide, showing the agony she was in. She appeared to shake in the chair something fierce as sparks crackled off her nipples and clit. Then she slumped forward with her head bowed, her body appearing to twitch and jerk spasmodically as the current hummed loudly.

Monique mercifully turned off the machine. A tendril of smoke drifted out of Emily’s parted lips while another curled out of her steaming pussy. She did not show any signs of life.

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy panted, having just wet herself. Winifred was white as a sheet.

Mr. Rick calmly removed all the bills that were in front of Winnie. “Bad luck, ladies. I thought for sure you were going to do it that time.” Then he motioned for Monique to come get Winifred, instructing her to be disrobed before she was put naked into the drowning tank.

2018 (written Sep 7 ’18 by riwa)

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(AF’s) Water Torture 3.7 (6)

Posted on April 12, 2019 by riwa

(reposted)

Hope found herself in an uncomfortable situation. Her husband must have gotten himself into trouble again. Now this man was here and wanted to know where he was.

He’d tied her to a plastic chair in the garage, threatening her life if she didn’t tell him where he could find her husband. She suspected her husband would end up dead if she said anything. But she also thought he might kill her if she told him. Thus, it fueled a stubborn streak within her.

“Where’s your husband, bitch?”

“I ain’t telling you a damned thing!”

“I think you’d better tell me what I want to know.”

Her response was an obscenity-laced suggestion as to what he could go do with himself. She warned him her husband was going to kick his ass when he found him. But she didn’t tell him when that might be.

“Where’s your husband, you fucking bitch?” Then he grabbed her throat and choked her. Hope began to rasp for breath.

He brought her to the point where she nearly passed out. Then he let go. She gasped, “You’re going to be so fucking sorry you did that, asshole!”

He was growing angrier by the minute. She wasn’t being the least bit cooperative. He sighed as he considered what he could use as another form of persuasion.

From a previous visit he knew they had a pool down by the river. How long could she hold her breath? It might be interesting to find out.

“Come on, bitch,” he growled as he started to loosen her bonds. “Let’s try something else.”

He untied her from the chair. She tried to make a break for it but he knocked her down. Then he tied her arms behind her back before tying her ankles together.

He slung her over his shoulders and headed out the door. “Where are you taking me, asshole?”

“I thought you could use a little sunshine.”

“Very funny.”

He carried her down the slope of the backyard to the fenced-in pool. She rained a flurry of obscenities down on his head. Then she promised him there would be hell to pay once her husband got home.

“And when is that going to be, bitch?”

“How the hell should I know? All I know is you better not be here when he arrives!”

He sat her down on her ass. There was a length of PVC pipe lying nearby. He set up a nearby cinder block, asking himself how long she could hold her breath before finally telling him what he wanted to know.

Hope watched him at his task. “You think you’re going to scare me? I’m in this damned pool every fucking day, asshole.”

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem with this, should you,” he said as he tied her to the end of it.

She felt an erotic jolt of alarm. How far was this moron going to go? What the hell did he think he was doing??

He finished securing her to the pipe before coming around in front of her and looking down at her sternly. “I think you need to tell me what I need to know.”

“Fuck off and die!”

“No, I think you’re the one who’s going to die.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare!”

She snorted derisively, shaking her head. Was this asshole really going to drown her? She tried to retain her bravado. But his words sent a chill running down her spine.

He picked her up, causing her heart to leap into her chest. Then he dumped her into the pool as she cried out, “You’re making a big mis-TAAAKE!”

She hit the water with a splash. Then he angled the PVC pipe downward. Hope went down with it.

She began to wiggle and squirm in a frantic effort to free herself. She shook herself as she kicked with her legs. But she was securely attached to that damned pipe.

She released air out of her nose as she concentrated on holding her breath as best she could. This asshole wasn’t really that stupid to drown her, was he? If she drowned he would never learn the location of her husband.

She kicked and squirmed, but the rope and chain securing her kept her attached to the pipe. She lost another burst of bubbles. Then she worked herself around until she was riding the pipe.

Her lungs began to burn; she was running low on air. Then she felt the pole dig into her ass and lift her upward. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she was brought to the surface.

She gasped madly for breath. Then she angrily sputtered, “You won’t kill me! I’m the only one who knows where he’s at!”

Angrily he submerged her once more. She bubbled as she was angled toward the bottom of the pool. She wiggled and squirmed as she rode the pipe, fighting against the rope and chain that held her.

Hope twisted and struggled, angry she couldn’t free herself. What’s more, he kept banging that damned pipe up against her ass. It was really starting to piss her off.

Her dress rode up her body, giving the fucking pervert a good look. That’s what infuriated her the most. The situation angered her more than it alarmed her.

The burn in her chest intensified until she could feel her lungs start to heave. But he wasn’t bringing her up right away. It gave her a jolt of fear and arousal.

She was pretty certain he wasn’t going to kill her. After all, she had the information he needed. But he was certainly having way too much fun at her expense. It was infuriating.

Her lungs heaved insistently as she started losing little bursts of air. She was approaching the limits of her ability to hold her breath. And still the bastard wasn’t letting her up. Damn him!

He finally lifted her up for a breath. Hope gasped as he bellowed, “Talk, damn you!”

“Go to hell!” Then he lowered her back down.

This time it felt like he kept her down longer. She was furious at his treatment of her. She found herself hoping she might get a crack at him herself. Then she lost a big burst of air out of her nose as she mentally screamed at him.

She felt the pole come up against her ass again, raising her upward. It was about fucking time! Then her head came up out of the water.

She yelled an obscenity at him. Then she bellowed, “GAWDDAMNIT – I’M GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF!” That was all she got out before she was submerged again.

She was becoming exhausted. It was getting harder to hold her breath. Her heart hammered in her chest.

She wiggled and squirmed, kicking and crying out. She wished her husband was here to kick this guy’s ass and get her out of the water. But he wasn’t home yet. All she could do was bubble as she struggled against the rope and chain that secured her to the pole.

Up at the surface, her captor finally reached the limits of his endurance. She’d sassed him and cursed him. But she hadn’t shown the slightest inclination of telling him what he wanted to know.

“I’m tired of this bullshit,” he said in frustration as he let go of the pipe. “She’s never going to tell me!” And with that he jumped into the pool with her.

Hope heard the splash as she saw him enter the water. A moment later she felt him untying her wrists. It was about fucking time!

Once she was free she figured she might have a better chance of dealing with him in the water. But she was out of breath. A moment later he grabbed onto her before she could get back to the surface.

Hope wiggled and squirmed in his grasp, trying to break free. But he clung tightly to her. The situation had taken a very ominous turn.

He grappled with her, knowing she’d been holding her breath for a while. But he figured it shouldn’t be too much longer. It was only a matter of time before she couldn’t hold her breath anymore.

All he had to do was hold onto her and wait her out. She’d really pissed him off with her sass. Now she was going to pay. Besides, he wanted to drown her using the personal touch.

She wiggled and squirmed in a frantic effort to break free of his grasp. Her lungs heaved in her chest. She fought and struggled, but he was just too strong.

He straddled her body and pushed her down onto the slope of the pool bottom. He stepped on her back, easily holding her down with his foot. She burbled and flailed, unable to wriggle out from underneath. Exhaustion was stealing away her breath and energy.

He wrapped his hands around her throat and started to squeeze, adding to her growing panic. It was bad enough her lungs were on fire. Having a set of hands around her throat instinctively made her want to inhale. She released nose bubbles as she lost her breath, her mind acknowledging maybe he’d decided to just get rid of her and be done with it.

She winced as he throttled her, fighting like hell to hold her breath while everything inside her told her to inhale. A couple of buttons to her dress came loose, her nipples hardening from the terror of her predicament. The sole thought on her mind was the knowledge she couldn’t breathe and that he was eventually going to drown her.

‘Eat pool floor, bitch!’ he thought as he forced her head down toward the bottom again. She kicked and flailed weakly. But the way she was losing air indicated it wouldn’t take much longer. He was filled with a murderous rage that would only be quenched by watching her drown in her own pool.

She bubbled wildly as she struggled in vain, losing more of her precious oxygen reserves. She was becoming weak and disoriented from lack of air. Her lungs felt like they might explode out of her chest at any moment. The sensation of hands around her throat made it all the worse.

Her lungs heaved in agony; oh how she wanted another breath! But his grip was firm around her throat. It was all she could do to hold onto what little breath she had left.

Her lungs were an inferno, her stomach convulsing. She was dimly aware her dress had ridden up her body. She would have been indignant if she hadn’t been on the verge of panic and desperation.

Hope finally reached the limits of her endurance. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving like mad. She so wanted to inhale… to get another breath.

She tried to hold it a couple seconds longer. Then his fingers eased from around her throat. He was just holding her down, making sure she drowned.

Hope lost most of her breath in a huge flush of nose bubbles. A moment later she gurgled as the urge to breathe finally overrode everything else. Then she began coughing and hitching as she tried to cough out what she’d just inhaled.

He felt her start to drown in his grasp. It was so exciting that it made his hardened cock go off. He creamed himself as he held her down while she spasmed and convulsed.

She hitched and gurgled, all caught up in the throes of drowning. It hurt like hell. She lost control of her muscles as she spasmed and convulsed until she finally went limp in his grasp.

In her last few moments of consciousness she wondered what would become of her husband. She hoped he would kick this guy’s ass once he found him. Then she wasn’t aware of anything anymore.

The life flickered out of her eyes as she shuddered from a death rattle deep inside her. There was no more movement on her part. In disgust her killer shoved her body away into the deep end.

Hope floated lifelessly at the surface as her killer stood up in the shallow end and walked toward the steps. He got a brief glimpse of her panties under the dress that had momentarily billowed up.

Hope floated lifelessly in the deep end of the pool. She stared downward with unseeing eyes. At least she didn’t have to wonder how long she could hold her breath anymore.

Her killer watched her drift around in the pool. He was still pissed she hadn’t told him anything. But he felt a great deal of satisfaction giving the bitch her come-uppance.

He’d even enjoyed a sexual release at the moment of her drowning. That had been an added bonus. But now he was going to have to find another way to locate her husband. At least he could leave the drowned wife out here in the pool as a message when the man came down looking for her.

2007; 2019 (written Oct 11 ’07; ed. Jan 25 ‘19 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua fantasies “Mermaids in Peril Vol. 5” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Obsession 3.7 (11)

Posted on April 6, 2019 by riwa

(an older story I’m reposting)

“Beth?! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

Donna was blindfolded and was being led God-only-knew-where. It was hard maintaining her balance on her black high heels. Her heart beating wildly with anticipation as she wondered what her best friend Elizabeth was up to.

She’d made her remove her blouse before tying her arms behind her back at the wrists. It left her in a black skirt and red lingerie bra. She hadn’t anticipated she would end up feeling so exposed.

What the hell was this? Was this another one of Beth’s crazy stunts? What was she up to this time??

“Would you just relax!” her friend giggled. “You are so tense right now.”

“Shouldn’t I be?” But her friend giggled again.

Beth sounded like she was having fun over all this. It made her squirm even more. “Would you just calm down and enjoy yourself? Stop being so nervous. You’re going to get a real kick out of this; trust me! I know I’m sure going to!”

“Elizabeth? It’s hard for me to stand!”

“Shhh! We’re almost there.”

“Almost where? What are we doing in here? Someone’s going to catch us in here for sure!”

“It’s a Saturday, you spoilsport. No one’s around; I checked. No one’s going to catch us this time. Besides, I already came here earlier and checked the place out. Everything’s all set.”

“’Came here earlier? Checked the place out? All set for what? And why did you have to blindfold me??” Donna was aroused, but her unease was growing with every passing second.

“C’mon, Beth; I don’t wanna trip over something in here! You’re not going to get us in trouble again, are you?”

“We’re not going to get into trouble! And you’re not going to trip over anything, ok? I’ve got you, don’t I?”

As if to confirm the pronouncement of reassurance she felt Beth tighten her grip on her arm. She was being blindly escorted along. But escorted toward what?

Once more Donna found herself wondering why she always kept going along with her best friend during these crazy ideas she kept coming up with. Last time it was an impulsive skinny dip together in a public pool. That got them both kicked out of the establishment and had almost resulted in a fine. Now they’d broken into an empty warehouse simply because Elizabeth had promised her an extraordinary experience.

“Damn you, Beth! You’d better not get us both in trouble again or I’m going to KILL you!”

“Will you just relax already? It’s going to be fun!”

Her friend might have seemed nervous. But Elizabeth was terribly excited. She was on the verge of fulfilling an obsession, about to bring a long-held fantasy to life. And she was going to allow her best friend Donna to help her with it.

She couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather share this special moment with. Besides, Donna was the perfect candidate. She was naïve, innocent and sexy as hell. She was going to be great!

Elizabeth led her unsuspecting best friend into the section of the warehouse she’d prepared earlier that morning. She felt an erotic jolt hit her hard when she caught site of her setup once more. Everything was in its place, all ready to go.

She gave a sharp little intake of breath. This was really going to happen! She found herself trembling with growing anticipation.

Donna sensed something wasn’t right. “Beth? You sound like… is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Elizabeth breathed excitedly, her body quivering as she looked around reverently. “In fact everything is just right. You’re really going to love this!”

It really was too bad she’d had to do this behind her friend’s back. She’d wanted Donna to see this before it was time. In fact she’d had this little fantasy Donna might have appreciated the effort she’d put into her setup. But that wasn’t likely.

She was certain her best friend would have freaked has she known. That’s why she’d been forced to take precautions. They were necessary to keep her girlfriend in the dark until the very last moment.

Donna’s feet wobbled in the heels, causing her friend to grip her arm tighter. She couldn’t see a damned thing! “Elizabeth?? Where the hell are we? C’mon, Beth… take off the blindfold already; you’re scaring me!”

Elizabeth inhaled sharply. Hearing the anxiety in her friend’s voice made her heart skip a beat. Her girlfriend’s fear was palpable, delicious and intoxicating.

Thankfully the poor thing couldn’t see anything, especially what she’d set up for her. It made her tremble excitedly, giddy with anticipation. She had no idea Donna’s fear would only add to the whole situation.

“C’mere,” she breathed, pulling Donna over and situating her in a certain spot. “Right here, baby… just stand right here.”

“Elizabeth?? What’s going on?”

“Shhh! Just stand right here, baby. Everything will be revealed soon enough.” And with that she reached upward.

Donna was frightened, nervous and aroused. Her friend was being damned secretive about something. For some reason it was starting to worry her. What the hell was Beth getting her into this time??

She did her best to stand still. But she found herself trembling on her heels. The whole thing was making her quite unsteady.

Elizabeth had begged her to wear them. So what the hell was her best friend up to anyway?

“Here. Let me just get this around your neck, ok?”

“Around my neck? Elizabeth; what are you…?”

“Shhhh!”

Donna felt something settle around her throat. It felt like a coil of rope. What the hell was this??

“Elizabeth?? What the hell are you…?”

“Ok – ok; you can take a look now.”

The blindfold was lifted up and removed. Donna blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Then she looked at their surroundings.

They were in a corner of the warehouse, a place they’d snuck into a couple times before. This time her eyes was drawn to a digital camera on a tripod a few feet right in front of her. At her feet was a three-legged stool about a foot and a half tall. A small rope attached to one of the legs and led straight to the tripod.

Donna was reminded of the sensation of a rope around her neck. She looked up to see it run all the way up through an iron eye-bolt in the ceiling. It threaded back down toward a cleat on the nearby wall.

“Elizabeth??” Donna breathed anxiously, her voice quivering as her legs started to buckle. “What’s g-going on? What are you d-doing?”

“I’ve had this fantasy for a long time now… more of an obsession really. I finally worked up the nerve to carry it out. You’re going to be the star.”

“The star?? Star of what?”

“Your own hanging, Donna. I’m going to hang you. And I’m going to record it so I can watch it again and again long after you’re gone.”

Hang me?? But why??”

“I told you. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to hang another woman. And the more we hung out together, the more I thought about what it would be like to hang you. You remember how I talked about all those pictures I saw on the Internet, right?”

“Yeah, but… I never thought you were serious about it!”

“For a long while I wasn’t. But over the last couple of years it’s become something of an obsession with me. Every time I see you I keep picturing you swinging from the end of a rope. Sometimes it was almost more than I could bear, and I would have to take a hot bath and masturbate. Now I just have to do something about it while the opportunity here has presented itself.”

“Opportunity?? Beth, you can’t be serious!!

The moment was almost at hand. Elizabeth was so excited she had to pause and take a deep breath just to regain her composure. “Here, baby,” she cooed in a trembling voice as she adjusted the noose around her trembling friend’s neck. “Let me fix that for you, ok? After all, we don’t want your hair getting in the way now, do we?”

As she took the slack out of the rope she gently pulled the dark brown strands out of the way, strands that were hanging well past her friend’s shoulders. Moments later the noose had unobstructed access to her girlfriend’s slender throat. It caused the frightened woman to whimper with fear.

“There, that’s much better now, don’t you think?” Then she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“Elizabeth??” Donna gasped, trying to fight back tears. “Don’t D-DO this! If you w-wanna go s-streaking through a p-public park then I’m w-with you!” But her girlfriend was eyeing her with a strange, almost rapturous look.

“If only you could see what I see,” her friend panted. “You look so fucking hot with a noose around your neck. This is driving me crazy, baby! I gotta do it NOW!”

“ELIZABETH???”

“Relax, baby; you’re going to love this!”

Elizabeth moved over to the wall where the rope came down to the cleat. “Now I want you to step up on that stool for me. Can you do that for me? Here; let me help you.”

Elizabeth leaned into the rope, taking out the slack. Donna gawked in alarm as the rope around her neck pulled her upward. She tried to cry out as she struggled to maintain her balance on her heels while stammer, “B-B-BETH???”

“Now you know why I wanted you in those heels,” Elizabeth said cheerfully. “They’re going to look so fucking hot as you kick and dance for me. I thought about doing you naked, but this will work for now. C’mon… be a good girl and step up for me. I know it’s not easy in those heels. But you can do it.”

To further encourage her reluctant friend she leaned even more into the rope. Donna gawked and gurgled as the noose started to lift her upward. It hurt so much that she instinctively started to step up onto the stool… anything to relieve the tension around her neck.

Her bound hands jerked helplessly behind her back. She was terribly unstable on her heels, almost losing her footing. She managed one trembling step upward and then the other before shuffling her feet, just barely stabilizing herself.

“Beth, please!! I can hardly keep my balance!”

“You won’t need to for much longer, Donna. Gawd; I almost wet myself with excitement when you stepped up onto that stool. Now just hold still for a sec, ok? Let me get this rope tied off again.”

Elizabeth made sure the slack was all taken out. Donna rasped as the noose tightened ominously around her throat. Beth wrapped the free end several times around the cleat so it wouldn’t loosen.

When she finished she almost ran over to the camera and the tripod; she was so excited. “Gawd – you look great!” she breathed reverently, intently studying her best friend as the poor woman quivered in the noose.

Donna shuffled around on her heels, struggling to remain upright. The rope was so snug around her throat that she instinctively stretched upward to make it easier to get her next breath. She couldn’t believe her best friend was actually going to hang her!

The scene was so erotic it was all Beth could do to keep from orgasming right then and there. “Damn, baby! I should’ve brought a mirror so you could see yourself! I don’t even have a compact!”

Elizabeth curled her lip unhappily, wishing her friend could see herself. A moment later her excitement returned. “Gawd, baby! Are you as excited as I am? I can’t believe I’m about to live my fantasy! Aren’t you the least bit excited?? That would be so hot if you were looking forward to hanging every bit as much as I’m looking forward to hanging you!”

“P-p-please g-get me d-down! Elizabeth, I d-don’t wanna h-hang!”

“Maybe you’ll get into it once you’re dancing on air, Donna! You’re going to love this, baby – TRUST ME! I think you’re really going to get a kick out of it!” She couldn’t help giggling at her pun as she stepped behind the tripod.

She eagerly turned her camera on and checked the LCD display so she could properly center her best friend into the middle of the video. A moment later she snapped a couple of pictures. The flash startled her intended victim, making poor Donna cry out in alarm.

Elizabeth checked the pictures. They appeared to look just fine. “Donna, I’m telling you: these look great!”

“ELIZABETH??? P-P-PLEEEEZE…!”

“Hang on, baby; I’m almost ready!”

Beth made a few final adjustments. Then she reached down and grabbed onto the rope that led to the footstool her best friend was now violently trembling upon. Donna’s eyes flashed in horror.

Up ‘til now she was praying her friend was playing a horrid prank. How far was the crazy bitch going to carry this through?? She was really starting to scare her!!

Elizabeth had to catch her breath. Then she grinned at her noosed friend. “I was going to strip you naked, but I just can’t wait any longer. I’m so wet down below that I gotta do this right now or I’m going to cream my panties! I hope you understand!” Then she leaned forward conspiratorially.

“Are you ready, baby? Are you as excited as I am right now? Or are you scared?”

“Elizabeth???”

“Tell me you’re scared, baby. I want to know how frightened you are. Tell me… it’s such a fucking rush!”

“G-GAWD, B-BETH – I’m TERRIFIED! Don’t D-DO this to me! Beth… PLEASE! You’re S-SCARING me!”

“Gawd, that’s so hot! I’m so excited I think I’m going to cum the moment I take the stool away! Damn, Donna! I was kind of hoping you’d be terrified. That should really make you kick up a storm!”

She paused dramatically as though catching her breath. “Now give me a good dance, Donna! Then she started pulling slowly on the rope to the stool.

Donna’s eyes went wide in horror as she started shaking her head. She cried out as she felt her link to the floor of the warehouse start to slide out from underneath her. She shuffled her heels as she tried to maintain contact with the stool. But it slid easily on the smooth, cement floor.

She gawked as her heels slipped once. Beth gasped with delight as she continued pulling the rope attached to the leg of the stool. Then she gave it a cruel jerk.

The stool abruptly scuffled out from underneath her. Donna dropped, causing her to hit the end of the rope with a jerk and a “GAWK!” She couldn’t believe her bitch of a girlfriend had actually done it!

Her feet stretched downward, toes pointing at the floor as her heels fluttered for something to stand on. The stool was well out of reach as she kicked toward it. Then her body exploded in a flurry of activity.

She started to kick in a frantic effort to find something to stand on. Her body twisted and gyrated as she struggled in the noose. That’s when Elizabeth’s long awaited pent-up orgasm exploded inside her.

She let out a cry as her body was assaulted by wave after wave of intense pleasure. It was so damned hot watching Donna kick in the noose. She was so overwhelmed with arousal that she almost knocked the camera over.

Donna felt intense agony in her neck as she swung back and forth. The noose was fully supporting her weight as her feet splayed out and then kicked erratically. She was unaware her neck was starting to lengthen.

Her body started to rotate, her hands flexing helplessly behind her back as she gawked and gurgled. There was an intense burning in her chest from lack of oxygen. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before in her life.

She pleaded with her eyes for her best friend to cut her down. But her friend looked maniacal… like a woman possessed. There was a look of pure bliss in her expression as though she was drunk.

Donna couldn’t believe it. It was as though her best friend had become someone totally unrecognizable. Elizabeth had morphed into a complete stranger, touching herself all over as though she was gyrating in some form of hypnotic trance. Her eyes were open wide, glazed over in rapturous wonder. She even looked like she was having a small seizure.

Donna’s mind screamed, “Elizabeth… PLEASE! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” She opened and closed her mouth in an effort to cry out. But she couldn’t make the words come to the surface. They were hung up somewhere in her throat, just beyond the coil of rope slowly constricting her windpipe.

As full-blown terror overwhelmed her, the horrible realization of her impending death set in. Donna’s body erupted in an explosion of frantic movement. Her legs kicked wildly, setting her to swaying and swinging in the noose even more. Then she gawked and gurgled, twisting violently in a frantic effort to draw just one little breath of air into her tortured lungs.

Elizabeth could only watch in wide-eyed wonder. The young blonde struggled to remain standing as she watched her best friend perform a wonderful dance of death. The orgasmic sensations in her body didn’t seem to be subsiding at all! As soon as she felt one start to fade away Donna would either jerk, gurgle or kick wildly again, triggering yet another series of intense explosions of pleasure inside her.

She couldn’t believe it! It was far better than she’d ever thought possible, far more than she could have hoped for! She should have hanged Donna long ago!

“You look so fuckin’ hot!” she breathed appreciatively as poor Donna twirled and swayed in the noose. “Gawd – you’re giving me such a great dance!” Then her best friend jerked and spasmed again in the clutches of the rope.

It set off yet another intense orgasm within her. “Oh GAWD – oh FUCK – oh GAWD!” Elizabeth gasped as the erotic sensations once more coursed wildly through her body.

It was becoming increasingly harder to pull any kind of air into her body. Donna kicked with greater urgency in a frantic attempt to get another breath. Deep in her loins she felt a surge of something sexual swell within her.

Each gasp for air was painfully brief, incredibly short-lived. Each one left her starving for more. She discovered that with each kick there was a hint of slack in the rope, immediately followed by a greater constriction of the rope around her neck.

Her breath came out in short little rasps and gurgles. Each attempt to intake another breath was worse than before. The pain around her neck was unbelievable, the fire of breathless agony in her chest unbearable.

Donna’s thighs rubbed together until something exploded deep inside. She felt the heat of something warm and pleasurable. But it literally took the life out of her.

Elizabeth almost lost her ability to remain standing. “Fuck, baby; did you just cum??” Then she gasped as her eyes rolled in orgasm. Knowing her best friend has just climaxed in the noose made the whole thing ten times better than she could have possibly imagined.

Donna suddenly hung limp, having expended all of her energy. She swayed helplessly in the noose, her hands flexing uselessly behind her back. Her lungs heaved in her chest as they screamed for a decent breath of air.

Her head felt like it was going to explode. She was getting to the point where she could barely feel her legs anymore. Her nipples felt like they were going to pop right through her bra.

Donna tried to breathe but was unsuccessful. The noose had completely closed off her windpipe. With the sudden realization there was no more air forthcoming, her softly swaying body suddenly jerked and hitched in protest, erupting one last time in a series of desperate kicks as her lungs struggled to pull air into her body. One high heeled piece of footwear went flying through the air.

Elizabeth gasped wildly for breath, having finally come down from her series of continuous orgasms. Then Donna went off once again in a flurry of jerks, spasms and kicking legs, setting her body to swinging wildly once again as she lost a heel. Elizabeth barely managed to breathe out an “OHMYGAWD – THAT’S SO FUCKIN’ HOT!” Then another excruciating orgasm exploded inside her, ravaging her body.

Elizabeth collapsed into a heap on the floor. She somehow managed to maintain direct eye contact with the swinging body of her dying friend. The whole damned thing was so much more than she could have possibly bargained for.

Donna was dimly aware of the intense agony in her body as her systems began shutting down one by one. With a final shudder she stopped fighting altogether. She swayed softly as her vision began to cloud.

She was conscious enough to feel a flush of pleasure as an orgasm went off inside her. It sent warm waves flushing through her tortured body. A moment later her humiliation was complete as she lost control of her bladder. Urine completely soaked her thong before dribbling down her legs, dripping off her exposes foot and her remaining heel.

She hung limp in the noose, consciousness fading fast. Her body slowly turned in place until she caught sight of Elizabeth lying in a heap on the floor. Her best friend was looking at her, her eyes wide as she gasped heavily for breath.

For a moment she wondered if Beth had somehow fallen and hurt herself. Then her vision failed, even as she tried to open her eyes to see better. Donna hung limp, barely conscious as all feeling stopped below her waist.

Her lungs tried to scream one last time in her chest. Her body twitched and shuddered with small, involuntary spasms. A death rattle burbled up from somewhere inside her. Then her eyes glazed over as consciousness abandoned her. Drool fell off her tongue as it protruded out of her parted lips.

Elizabeth could only watch in awe as her best friend expired in the noose. She saw the bodily twitches, heard the guttural rattle. It elicited a low moan or rapturous pleasure out of her own throat as one final orgasm caused her to stiffen, then shudder.

Unable to prop herself up on the floor of the warehouse any longer, she went totally limp. Elizabeth sagged in a heap, never taking her eyes off her friend’s dangling corpse. Donna’s body slowly rotated while swaying back and forth like the motions of a dying pendulum.

She finally became still, her body slowly turning in place. Urine dripped off her remaining heel. A spasm rippled through one of her legs as her head hitched.

Beth was awestruck. “Gawd, baby; that was great!!” Then she struggled to get to her feet.

She felt dizzy, weak all over. She swayed like a drunken sailor as she slowly walked up to the body of her best friend as it hung in the noose. Then she reached out and gently touched the fabric-covered breasts of her best friend. Donna’s nipples appeared to be painfully hard.

“Was it good for you too, baby?” she purred as she lovingly caressed her dead friend’s tits through the material. “Gawd – I gotta see this!” And with that Beth began undressing her with trembling hands.

She started with Donna’s bra, unclasping it until it hung loose, exposing her dead friend’s sexy boobs. Then with a quiet reverence she began softly caressing those lifeless mounds. They were warm to the touch, both nipples fully swollen.

Once more it triggered an orgasm within her, albeit a small one. Elizabeth stiffened and then shuddering as a warm wave of pleasure washed through her. Then she caught her breath before moving further down Donna’s dangling body with her hands.

Beth slowly pulled Donna’s skirt down until her soaked thongs came into view. There was a distinct smell of urine and a whiff of bowel. But there was also a strong, feminine smell.

Allowing the skirt to fall to the floor, she reached out and lovingly touched her friend’s thong, discovering how wet and sticky it was. There was indeed a mixed smell of cum and urine. Elizabeth smiled at the thought.

“I thought you might cum, baby. I’m so glad. It was such a turn-on seeing you orgasm in the noose.” Then she lovingly stroked the dead woman’s soaked thong.

Elizabeth reached up and caressed Donna’s breasts once more. Then she sighed with great pleasure and satisfaction. “You were great, baby. But I gotta leave you now. You have no idea how much this has meant to me. I’ve got it on video, and I swear I’ll treasure it forever!”

Kissing a couple of fingers, she placed them gently upon Donna’s parted lips. Her friend just stared off into space with lifeless, unseeing eyes. Elizabeth sighed once more before walking over and gathering up her camera equipment.

Looking around, she decided that it would be a nice gesture to leave her precious Donna hanging just the way she was. It occurred to her someone else with an obsession such as hers might discover the body and derive great pleasure from seeing it dangling in midair. “Call it my gift to whomever finds you, baby,” she told the corpse with a contented sigh as she headed for the exit, her gear in tow…

2008; 2018 (written for Donna Jan 4 ’08; ed. Dec 8 ‘18 by riwa)

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Beheading the Countess 4.4 (12)

Posted on March 30, 2019 by riwa

Countess Dorothy Wellused from Cockshire, England travels across the channel on a nobleman’s frigate. She is worried about her sister Emma Grey who lives in Paris. She has not heard from her in quite some time.

She knows the peasants are in revolt and that the city is unsafe. Her attendants beg her not to go. But Dorothy is determined to find out what, if anything, has become of her dear Emma.

Once on French soil she is able to obtain a carriage as due her nobility. Again she is warned against traveling to the great city. There are hangings and beheadings taking place every day, victims from the aristocracy of which she is one. It means great danger if a woman of her nobility were to be captured. But Dorothy fears for her sister’s safety more than her own and cannot be dissuaded.

As she gets closer to Paris she begins to ponder what might happen if she were to be captured and sentenced to lose her head. Would there even be so much as a trial? Or would they simply have her beheaded right away?

Dorothy absentmindedly touches her neck as she gives the matter some thought. What would it feel like? Would it be quick? She’s heard the stories of the French Razor in use and how some of the bodies jerk and spasm in their death throes. She finds it strangely exciting to contemplate.

It takes a day and a half to travel from the coast, with a night stop in a small village. Countess Wellused is treated with respect, at least for now. But again she is warned to turn around and head back to England. Her safety cannot be guaranteed, certainly not within the city limits of Paris. If her sister has not written in some time, perhaps it is wiser to assume the worst and simply go back to England.

Dorothy will have none of that. She has to know for certain if Emma is alive or dead. So she gets up the next morning, pays handsomely for the hospitality of the Inn where she’s spent the night, and then continues on inside the carriage

As they near Paris they see smoke on the horizon from several fires. Her driver again pleads for her to turn back. But Countess Wellused will not be swayed.

She tells herself she wants to learn the fate of her sister. But is that the real reason for making such a dangerous trip? Once again she caresses her throat, wondering how it would feel being sliced by the French Razor. Is it ladylike to experience such wetness at the thought?

The driver pleads for a small concession. If she is determined to carry on, can they at least make an approach into the city on a less traveled road? What good will it do her to enter the city and be captured right away and executed before she learns of her sister’s fate? Countess Wellused agrees to the driver’s suggestion.

When they reach the outskirts of Paris they receive many ominous looks from the citizenry. Dorothy feels a shiver of dread mixed with a strange arousal. Is it true; would they seek her head if she falls into the wrong hands? Has her sister already suffered a similar fate? She writhes in her seat from shameful stirrings.

She gives the address to the driver, allowing him to use his discretion as to the best route to take to get there. But as they travel deeper into the city the looks from the peasantry grow more ominous. Dorothy begins to question the wisdom of learning of her sister’s fate only to face her own upon French soil. Why does this not frighten her as it should?

They are only a few blocks away from the address she seeks when several of the peasants get in their way, stopping the carriage. There are angry cries as a mob forms. The driver panics as he tries to make the horses run. But he’s violently pulled off his seat into the street.

The doors open and rough hands reach inside. Dorothy screams as she is pulled out of the carriage. Almost immediately there are cries of “NOBILITY – NOBILITY; OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Her heart races as they drag her through the streets. She has no idea where they are taking her. Her only thought is she has taken a great risk and is now about to pay the ultimate price for her foolishness.

She is actually dragged past her sister’s dwelling, a building she recognizes. She tries to crane her neck for a better look, hoping for some sort of indication whether Emma is alive or dead. But she sees nothing that confirms or denies her fears. Has she made the trip in vain?

She is roughly taken down the street to what appears to be a large barracks. Hope begins to build she might be spared by the militia. But when they arrive she discovers it has already been taken over by the citizenry.

She’s hauled inside before a makeshift tribunal. The cries of “BEHEAD HER!” sound all around her. A man with white hair and a white beard who looks like he belongs out scavenging the streets for food rather than in a position of authority immediately pronounces her guilt and sentences her to death at sundown. The peasants all cheer before they scatter to the winds to alert their friends and neighbors of her impending execution.

Dorothy is taken down a long corridor where she is locked in a small room with a window. A moment later she hears a thunk outside followed by a loud cheer. She goes to the window and looks out to see a French Razor on a platform surrounded by a multitude of peasants.

Have those people been out there this whole time? Has the entire city gone mad?? The Countess shivers with dread as well as a perverse arousal.

As she looks out the window her breath catches in her throat as the head of a man is pulled out of a rectangular wicker basket, the neck dripping of blood. A moment later she feels faint. She also feels a horrific arousal.

The nude body is unstrapped from the bench. The corpse is rolled off the platform into a waiting cart below. It quietly thumps against something, causing the Countess to jump with a start.

Dorothy cannot see the interior of the cart. But a distinctly feminine arm dangles over the side. It tells her it is not just males who have been losing their heads out there.

The executioner – a man in plain pleasant attire – carelessly tosses the head into the cart to the cheers of the crowd. There are more cries for bloodshed. In a loud voice he declares the cart must be emptied before it can be refilled.

Dorothy shivers again as she leaves the window. She goes to a corner and crouches on a bed of straw. Apparently the condemned are not to be granted any comforts.

A strange calmness settles upon her. Save for a miracle, she is about to experience what it will feel like for the blade to kiss her neck. Soon she will have the answers to her many disturbing questions about the French Razor.

She hears the cart being taken away. The crowd outside begins to disperse. But there are cries for more beheadings, including “that filthy aristocrat in the red velvet dress”. Dorothy shivers when she realizes they are referring to her.

She has no idea why she feels so calm. She cannot understand why she is experiencing a growing dampness in her crotch. Why does this arouse her so?

Her thoughts return to her sister. The barracks are not far from Emma’s home. Has she already been scooped up and executed? Have they left her alone to go on about her business? Or has she fled the city and simply been unable to get word across the channel to her? It is her lack of knowledge about her sibling that distresses Countess Wellused the most.

She dozes off in the corner, the stress of the last few hours finally catching up to her. A couple hours later she is awakened to a crowd gathering outside. There are sadistic cheers along with cries of “BEHEAD HER – BEHEAD HER!”

Dorothy rises to her feet and goes back to the window for a look. Outside a woman in her twenties is being marched up the steps to the platform. Her hair looks strangely shorn.

She wears a flowing dress of green. Clearly it is too expensive to be found on the back of a peasant woman. It appears another of the bourgeoisie is about to be beheaded.

The poor thing catches sight of the bloody lunette and basket awaiting her head and starts to faint. The two men on either side of her help her up the last of the steps. She lets out a plaintive cry that is swallowed up by the lustful cheers of the peasants demanding her head.

Dorothy is shocked when the woman’s outfit is pulled off her body, revealing an expensive undergarment. The dress is tossed into the crowd to lusty cheers. Three peasant women fight over it until one grasps it triumphantly.

The undergarment is next to come off. That too is tossed into a delighted crowd. The poor thing is horrified to be fully exposed.

The cart suddenly rolls up. The peasants are forced to make room until it sits next to the elevated platform. Dorothy realizes when her time is come her corpse will not be taken away in a carriage or expensive hearse for a proper burial as it may have been back in England. She doesn’t even know what they are doing with the bodies.

The woman is laid upon the bench and slid forward until her head goes through the opening. She catches sight of the bloody wicker basket below and starts to wail as the lunette is brought down upon her neck. A moment later she loses her voice as her larynx spasms from her terror.

Dorothy watches in horrified fascination as the woman is strapped down – upper back, fleshy buttocks, and lower legs… with arms pinned to her sides. The cheers grow louder. Then one of the men pulls the lever.

The blade falls swiftly as the poor girl tries to scream again. Then it bottoms out with a loud thunk, her cries abruptly silenced. The head falls and disappears inside the wicker basket.

Blood spurts from the severed neck into the basket as the peasants roar their approval. Countess Wellused sees the naked body jerk and spasm. A moment later she realizes she has just wet herself.

The male who pulled the lever reaches down and pulls the head out by a handful of bloody hair, displaying it to one and all. Blood stains part of the face, obscuring formerly graceful features. There are lusty cheers as well as eager cries for more blood.

Dorothy gets a look at the horrified expression frozen on the face of the beheaded woman. The second man unstraps the still twitching naked corpse from the bench. The body is unceremoniously rolled off the bench onto the floor of the platform… and then rolled over the side to disappear into the waiting cart below. A moment later the head is carelessly thrown in which Dorothy hears land with a soft thud.

The Countess is horrified. She is also perversely aroused. It is hard for her to process the knowledge it will soon be her turn to ride the French Razor.

The crowd cheers as a male is brought out and taken up the steps. He has already been stripped of his belongings. He sports an erection dripping of cream which Dorothy cannot help staring at.

She is unable to look away as he reaches the top and is forced onto his stomach upon the bench. Dorothy’s heart beats fast as the straps are thrown across his body. He is tightly secured until he is left writhing helplessly.

The crowd roars for more blood. There are so many gathered outside to serve as eager witnesses to the spectacle. Then the blade falls.

The man’s head abruptly drops into the wicker basket as his severed neck pumps out his life’s blood. The loud thunk of the blade hitting bottom causes the Countess to jerk with a start. It is so horrific… so perversely erotic.

His head is pulled out of the wicker basket and displayed for all to see and cheer as his corpse jerks and spasms. His body is freed from the straps and rolled off the bench onto the platform and then into the waiting cart below. When his cock swings into view Dorothy sees it has ejaculated as bits of cream fly. Then the head is carelessly tossed into the cart to join his body along with the beheaded woman’s corpse

The Countess is mesmerized. She cannot look away as they are brought out one by one. Two more men are brought out, one naked and the other dressed. But his clothes are forcibly removed and tossed into the eager crowd before he is secured and loses his head.

A middle aged woman is brought out next. It looks like her hair has recently been shorn. She looks distressed, perhaps more for the loss of her hair than the fate that now awaits her.

The countess notices the woman’s erect nipples on her sagging mounds. No doubt an expensive undergarment was used to heft her breasts to enhance her beauty. Now she is jeered as she is forced down unceremoniously onto the bench.

No time is given for final words or even a prayer. The stained blade falls again and her head drops into the wicker. When it is retrieved there is a look of frozen shock, no doubt from the moment the blade kissed her neck. Dorothy wets herself again.

The crowd roars once more as the body is unstrapped and then unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the cart. The Countess gets a brief view of breasts and naked flesh as the corpse hitches and spasms. Then the crowd cheers as another male is brought out, this one a nobleman with greying hair.

At that moment there is a sound over by the door. It swings open and a male steps inside. Dorothy scans his frame and likes what she sees. Under different circumstances they might have spent a pleasant afternoon in the English countryside with a picnic basket and a frolic in the grass.

“Come,” he demands as he approaches her. Instinctively she speaks out.

“I am Countess Dorothy Wellused of Cockshire England. I have come to Paris seeking my sister.”

“They will enjoy witnessing the beheading of a Countess,” he says as he grabs her arm and pulls her out of the room. “Maybe I’ll behead you myself.”

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

Her breath catches in her throat as he drags her down a hall where they enter another room with a chair and a table. Her captor throws her into the chair and then picks up a dagger from the table. Dorothy lets out a cry as her beautiful blonde locks are sliced off.

Her lovely yet expensive coiffure is crudely shorn from her head and tossed onto the table. With her hair shortened she feels the cool late afternoon air on her neck. It sets her to shivering when she realizes her neck will soon be experiencing more than just a late afternoon Paris breeze.

He demands she remove her garments. When she balks he roughly pulls the red velvet dress off her body as well as her undergarment, leaving her naked and trembling. “You have no rights here, Countess; don’t toy with me! I am the one with all the rights now!”

He lewdly gropes her full breasts, daring her to protest. Abruptly he bends her over the table. Dorothy hears movement behind her, the familiar sound of another garment coming loose. Then she feels fingers in her wet slit.

She whimpers in shame as he hisses into her ear, “I see the Countess is wet. You must be excited at your impending beheading. Or maybe’s it’s just that you’ve had so many men back in England. I guess one more won’t make a difference, will it?”

He brutally thrusts his cock into the folds of her wetness. Dorothy gasps at how rough he is. But she cannot help clenching. A release of pleasure is most needed after all she’s experienced thus far.

He grasps what’s left of her golden locks and forces her head down onto the table as he brutalizes her. She whimpers and cries out at a violation so shamefully wonderful. “You’re certainly an accommodating Countess; I’ll give you that. But you’ll get no mercy from me or the crowd outside.”

She lets out a cry of pleasure as he rapes her. She is almost there, but he cums too quickly. He fills her with his seed and then pulls out moments before she can experience pleasure for herself.

He loops her garments over his arm and grabs the bulk of her shorn golden locks. “These will fetch a handsome bounty for some poor peasant you aristocrats have abused.” Then he grabs her arm and marches her out the door, her slit dripping his seed.

They go down a different hall to a door. Then they are outside on the edge of the crowd. On the platform the blade drops, causing Countess Wellused to jerk when she sees a naked body start to hitch and spasm all secured to the bench. The crowd again roars its approval.

The head is pulled out of the basket, another woman of noble birth. Her naked corpse is released from the bench and then rolled off the platform down into the cart. Dorothy observes how the dead woman once had great beauty.

“Let us through!” her captor demands as they begin pushing through the crowd. “I’ve got another one!” Dorothy realizes the daylight has started to fade. It is sundown; she is right on schedule.

Members of the crowd around her catch sight of the red velvet dress. The man begins to holler, “I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE! LET US THROUGH; I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE!” Those around them begin to chant for her beheading, the rest of the crowd picking up the cry.

Dorothy feels humiliated at her nakedness. The seed of her recent coupling drips shamefully out of her slit and slithers down her legs. She is certain everyone in attendance knows what has recently transpired between her and her escort.

The peasants part, allowing them to reach the steps. A male descends to help escort her up to the platform. The crowd cheers her impending doom before they start to chant for the two men to behead the Countess.

When she sees the bloody wicker basket Dorothy’s legs nearly give out as they near the top of the platform. The men on either side grasp on tightly so as not to lose her. They don’t want this one to break her neck, not when it is destined to be kissed by the blade.

The Countess sees the blood-stained lunette. She looks up and catches sight of the dripping blade. She gasps and whimpers as she clenches her thighs together. At that moment she shamefully wets herself, much to the cheers and jeers of the peasantry.

The man who abused and disrobed her turns her around to face the gathered multitude. “I PRESENT TO YOU COUNTESS DOROTHY WELLUSED!” Then he tosses the red velvet dress, the undergarment, and the shorn hair into the crowd which are all fought over. The remaining spectators cheer before they cry out for her beheading.

The two men march her over to the bench. Before she is forced onto her stomach, her rapist enjoys one last grope. “Too bad, Countess. I would have enjoyed taking you again and again.” Then he laughs as she is forced face down onto the bench.

She whimpers as she is slid forward through the bottom of the lunette on the wooden structure. She is given a clear view of the bloody basket below where her head will soon land. She inhales sharply as the top half of the lunette comes down.

Instinctively she clenches her thighs together. She is unable to prevent another small flow of urine from her erotic terror. She is so very close to experiencing a shameful orgasm.

They are just strapping her down when she distinguishes a cry separate from the others. There is a commotion in the crowd; a woman is trying to push her way through. Despite the chants and cries she can just make out, “NOOO! THAT’S MY SISTER; THAT’S MY SISTER!”

She catches sight of Emma trying to push closer as though to save her. She is in a simple peasant dress, her former flowing strands cut short. It appears as though she is trying to blend in with the peasantry.

Dorothy blushes with shame the way her sister can see her like this. She grunts as the last of the straps are tightly secured. The loud chants of “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” drown out her sister’s horrified cries.

She shakes her head as she tries to warn her, mentally crying out, “No, Emma; go back – go back! Don’t associate yourself with me!” Then she hears her rapist declare, “BEHOLD THE COUNTESS!”

The crowd hollers back “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Dorothy winces with anticipation. Then it swells within her. She’s about to have the biggest orgasm of her life.

It is just starting to crest when the French Razor vibrates. A moment later the sensations below her neck abruptly cease as a sharp pain slices all the way through her quivering throat. Dorothy feels a sensation of falling… tumbling until her face is pushed up against something.

A flow of something warm hits the back of her head. Off in the distance it sounds like a crowd is roaring. Then she feels light as a feather as she is brought up into the fading light of day for all to behold.

The crowd cheers from its bloodlust. She catches sight of her sister with her head buried in her hands as though she is sobbing. A moment later she is horrified to see three male peasants grasp onto Emma’s arms and start to strong-arm her forward.

Dorothy’s head is swung around until she sees the other male releasing her hitching, jerking corpse from the straps. She is freed and her body is rolled off the bench. There’s a distinct stain in the wood where her bladder released, hers and many others.

She sees how wet her slit is and the seed of her rapist still slithering down her legs. She has a moment to admire her proud breasts and erect nipples. How many males have suckled on those nipples back in England? Then her naked corpse is unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the waiting cart below

She can see all the naked bodies now as hers lands on that last beheaded female. Then she feels airborne as her head is tossed. She lands near the semi-erect penis of a recently beheaded male. But her vision is failing and she cannot reach him with her mouth.

She suddenly finds herself looking down on the scene from above. But how can this be? Isn’t she supposed to be dead??

She’s horrified to see her sister being dragged up onto the platform, writhing and screaming as the crowd hollers for her head just because she’s the sister. Dorothy watches as Emma’s peasant dress is ripped off and thrown to the appreciative crowd. Underneath, the expensive undergarment betrays her status. It is ripped off as well as the crowd hollers for her head.

Emma is forced face down upon the bench where her sister perished mere moments ago. She is strapped down as the lunette is brought down onto her neck. The crowd lets out a lustful cry to behead her.

Dorothy’s rapist, still up on the platform, gleefully grabs the lever. He only pauses a moment. Then the blade whooshes down with a loud thunk, and Emma’s head falls away.

It must be Dorothy’s punishment. Somehow she’s been condemned to watch the beheading of her sister. Then the Countess feels herself fading away.

Mercifully she is not allowed to witness the executioner lift up her sister’s head for all to see as the crowd roars its approval. She does not observe the twitching, spasming body being unstrapped and then rolled off the platform into the cart below, landing askew on top of her own corpse. She does not see her sister’s lovely head fly through the air until it bounces unceremoniously into the cart.

It’s probably for the best…

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 25 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a langewapper idea.)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on March 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming April rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Emma gets caught snooping in the cellar and faces a little asphyxiation for her crime.
A daughter confronts her mom in the tub over dating a guy she’s already been seeing.
Nucea joins a gang. Jealousy from the other girls leads to her facing the noose.
The conclusion to Purge night.
Brinda gets a bad medical report and makes a fateful decision.
She gets Suzan to try the noose.

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards.

The lab results are back. They found no cancer in the lymph node or the tissue surrounding the original melanoma. That’s the good news. But I’ve been developing fluid so I’ve not been sitting at my computer as often as I want in order to keep my leg elevated. Thus I don’t have stories prepared the way I usually want to. So I hope to get maybe two-three more to you this month. Taxes and medical bills are coming in so I’ll be understandably distracted for the next month or so.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Breathless in the big city (3-6-19)

7077 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new illustrated story inspired by a comic created by JustPaul.

Brooke travels to New York and stays at a hotel with a deep pool on the top floor. She brings along some play-toys to enjoy while she’s in the water. She especially likes to cuff herself on the bottom while she gets off. But will the sexy MILF get carried away and get herself into trouble? Will that handsome desk clerk young enough to be her son come to her rescue? (33 pages; 45 renders)

As a bonus, the 23 page comic is also included.

Shelly 11 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-6-19)

18240 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to the Shelly series. Added is a bonus of ten shorts grouped into one document illustrated by miscellaneous pictures found around the Internet.

Shelly 11 – Those four attractive girls with their skimpy bikinis decide it’s time to train me to do some serious breath-holding. I’m sent to the bottom where I’m subjected to long breath-holds while they strip in front of me, teasing and taunting me in an attempt to get me to inhale. Shelly is right there egging them on until they suddenly turn against her. Now are we both in trouble? (20 pages)

Breathless shorts – A collection of ten short stories with illustrating pictures involving females in orgasmic, gasping situations (that could prove lethal). (20 pages)

Island 13-14 (plus club bonus) (3-20-19)

15158 words – $5.50

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

Island 13-14 – With Francis gone, Karla and Eva become the new power couple. The rest of the inmates must choose sides. And with another contest on the way, inmates must decide if they will resign themselves to the inevitable or commit themselves to practicing holding their breath. (17 pages)

Jaime 16-18 – Three chapters that conclude the Club fundraiser. Girls end up on the Entertainment stage and in two private rooms. (In the guillotine contest room two girls lose their heads. Another pageant contestant loses her head on the stage. In a private room two pageant girls are hanged by three doms. And the winner of the contest gets to hang a pageant girl chosen by the audience.) (19 pages)

Shelly 10 (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

17483 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older, recently edited stories including another tale from that infamous Club. Included is a bonus story.

Shelly 10 – It’s back to the pool where Shelly works. This time there are four attractive girls with skimpy bikinis in the deep end. I am eventually allowed to time them as they have a breath-hold challenge. The second challenge includes me being down there underwater with them. But things take an ominous turn when I become their target for fun with Shelly’s permission. (16 pages)

The whore’s last fuck – As requested by her husband, Eve Lickem is whored out. Then her cum-covered body is taken up onstage before an appreciative crowd. (She is impaled before she is taken downstairs where she is gutted and then roasted alive before being served to the patrons of the Club.) (9 pages)

Relieving the tension – A visit to the chiropractor includes a bonus session in the hot tub. There is a monitor that shows erotic recordings. Then the assistant goes under and holds her breath, helping me relieve my tension in a very special way. My thanks to JustPaul who was inspired to provide the additional poser render to give the readers a taste as to the contents of the story. (7 pages)

Dear Diary 9 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

21251 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of erotic stories, one involving the potential of a little bubbling while the other has some gasping situations.

Dear Diary 9 – After dinner Kristen goes to her room while her mom and dad go outside to use the pool. She is texting her best friend Tina who suggests she go down and see if anything erotic is happening in the water. But Kristen gets far more than she bargained for when she goes down and gets involved in some family fun in the pool. It will prove to be an evening of scary/erotic, breathless fun. (14 pages)

First night of a brand new life – Melissa and Robert are cheating on each other. But things come to a head when Robert takes the initiative by inviting his mistress over to enjoy his wife before they give her a proper send-off. But what will happen when his lover gets so turned on that she wants to experiment with the very same length of coiled rope they used on Melissa? (28 pages)

Catfight Interrupted (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 3-20-19)

46414 words – $8.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a previously posted story. Included is a complete Club tale, also previously posted. I decided to include all five chapters to the Sorority saga right here for those who are missing any chapters or who just want it all in one fell swoop.

Catfight Interrupted – Brandi comes back home after a few days with another lover and discovers the locks have all been changed. She also discovers her husband has taken on a new lover during her absence. A confrontation ensues in the backyard and moves into the pool. The husband comes home and decides to trap both wife and lover under the cover as a way to get rid of two problems in one shot. (7 pages)

Sorority night at the Club – For years all Paris has heard from her mother is Pi Omicron Rho Nu this and Pi Omicron Rho Nu that. Now she’s finally graduating high school and will be starting college and joining the sorority despite less than ideal grades. But pledge night takes place at the Club… and there’s a special display case for those who don’t quite “make the cut” as they say. Includes all five chapters. (73 pages)

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