Our trip to Santamos Island 4 (4)

Posted on October 6, 2018 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.)

Our trip to Santamos Island

Inspired by a story and a set of renders by SusanConquin.

Part 1

I suppose if this were the 80’s you could call us yuppies as the term certainly fits. We’re in our twenties, upwardly mobile and making money in good professions. We’re also single by choice.

We met in various locations – the gym, the local watering hole, a business luncheon or simply jogging in the park. By the time it was all said and done we had quite the group. There were sixteen of us: eight guys and eight girls.

At first we kind of naturally paired off. But Amelia and Poppy had a rather unique suggestion. Rather than merging into couples, the girls suggested we all be open to dating each other so as not to become jealous. I guess they were talking about something on the order of a large swingers group.

I didn’t mind as I was busy playing the field anyway. To be honest I wanted to try half the girls in our group. Hell, I wouldn’t have minded going to bed with all of them. And since Amelia and Poppy were sluts anyway I understood exactly where they were coming from. Why be tied down to one individual when you could enjoy playing the field?

Some of the guys were hesitant at first, especially Oscar and Jack. Poppy suggested we give it a try for a month just to see how we liked it. We had permission to date or fuck anyone we wanted, so long as there were no official commitments.

By the end of the month everybody was in. We all met at Oliver’s expensive pad where we had a naked pool party to celebrate our swinging lifestyle. That afternoon we did our first blatant pairing off for sex. I kind of liked it because it meant everyone was on the menu.

That went well for a good nine months.  But it wasn’t long before a couple of the girls expressed how bored they were. After all, we pretty much had whatever we wanted, meaning we didn’t have to struggle for anything. At times it felt like an unsatisfying lifestyle.

I think Amelia and Poppy were the ones who needed a thrill the most. They were always looking for a new experience to push the envelope. So it came as no surprise when Amelia brought up Santamos Island while we were at Oliver’s place for a barbecue.

She told us it was an island in the Caribbean where executions were allowed to take place among consenting adults. People went there of their own free will to be hanged, drowned or beheaded. She seemed excited when she declared, “What could possibly be more thrilling than facing your own mortality?”

We thought she was nuts and we laughed it off as we all went outside to play naked volleyball. We worked up a good sweat before going skinny-dipping in the pool. That’s when we started talking about the crazy idea amongst ourselves.

After swapping partners for a late night fuck, we all gathered together at breakfast the next morning to discuss it further. Amazingly half of us were open to the idea while four more only needed a little nudge. That left Oscar, William, Sophia and Grace as more than a little resistant.

Amelia suggested we table discussion of the topic for a month. I knew what she was thinking. That would give her all the time she needed to privately work on the stragglers. She could be pretty damned persuasive when she wanted to be.

By the time of our next monthly meeting we were all in. Those last four were still a little hesitant. But they didn’t want to be left behind or risk falling out of favor with the rest of the group.

Amelia researched the place and found out they had a special yacht we could take out into open water. In back was what they used as a drowning pool. And there was a room inside with windows looking out at the sea, a room big enough to host a hanging event.

Charlie wanted to know what the hell she was thinking. Amelia looked all around at each one of us and smiled. Then she declared, “I propose a double drowning and a double hanging.”

I looked at her in shock. “You’re joking.”

“Isn’t that part of the thrill? We would have a one in four chance of not coming back. We can draw from a deck of cards and have the losers die in pairs: one guy and one girl.”

“Are you serious??” Sophia asked incredulously.

“Look who’s talking. Aren’t you the one who fucked in that park with George out in public? Don’t tell me you’re getting skittish on me now. Isn’t having a little risk a part of the thrill?”

“Yeah, but you’re talking about dying,” Thomas observed in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you’re willing to go all the way?”

“Hell yeah. If my card comes up then I’ll hang or I’ll drown. Hell, maybe one of you guys hanging with me can stick your cock in me as we go. Or how about a hot drowning-fuck? I’ve already fucked underwater in Oliver’s pool with half you guys.”

“I guess I’m in,” Jack announced. “Maybe this is the spark I need. Things have been getting a little monotonous around here.”

“I’m in,” Poppy declared enthusiastically.

I smiled at her as I told her, “I already figured that, honey. You’ll take a risk for just about anything.” She just grinned before sticking her tongue out at me.

“So who’s in?” Amelia wanted to know. “Eight guys and eight girls with a double hanging and a double drowning makes it a one in four chance. If all of us go then we’ll have the same odds.”

“But four of us won’t be coming back,” Grace observed quietly.

“Are you backing out?” Amelia retorted in challenge.

Of all of us, Grace most fit the characteristics of your typical girl next door: attractive and willing to try a few things if you nudged her a little. But when it came to this I knew she would be the weakest member.

She’d always taken a little while to warm up to some of Amelia’s crazier suggestions. But she’d come along quite a way from her early days in our group. Still, this was asking a lot of her.

She looked around at the lot of us as though looking for a sane face to bring some sensibility back to the group. But all she got in return was peer pressure from the more willing ones. I’m sure that same pressure had played a part in persuading several others to go along with Amelia’s crazy idea.

She finally asked, “What happens if we don’t come back? What happens to our jobs?”

“We don’t quit our jobs, silly. We just make preparations in case we draw the lucky card is all. It’s a risk we’ll all have to take. But it’s a piece of cake, really. We just make sure our affairs are in order in case we draw the joker.”

Grace sighed heavily. Amelia looked right at her and said, “Look, if you don’t want to go then don’t go. But I’m definitely going. So who’s going with me?”

Grace looked all around before sighing again. Then she held herself upright as she declared, “Ok, I’m in.”

“That’s my girl!” Amelia declared before going over and giving her a big hug. And with Grace willing to go, that meant none of the rest of us could chicken out. It would make us appear weaker than the one we already considered our weakest link. Amelia smiled in triumph as we all nodded our heads.

—

As it turned out, it was an easy decision to make. We were all replaceable at our jobs. The idea we were taking a trip we might not come back from did have a certain perverse appeal.

We pooled our resources and chartered a really nice flight early Friday morning. We wanted it to be just our group. That made the trip out to Santamos Island more intimate.

There was a lot of making out in the airplane. Hell, Thomas and Jessica and George and Lily paired off and fucked near the back of the cabin. The idea 4 of us were going to be dead soon had us all in an aroused state to the point where frenzied fucking was probably going to be the norm for the next few days.

We set down briefly in Jamaica before flying on to Santamos. We landed at the airport on the north side of the island. Transportation picked us up and hauled us to the western shore.

Amelia and Poppy had made arrangements to rent us two large villas with 4 bedrooms each. Naturally we paired up into sleeping arrangements. Amelia reminded us we would end up sleeping with a different partner on Saturday night after four of us had moved on to that great adventure in the beyond.

The yacht we were going to take out Saturday morning was already sitting at the dock to our villas. Naturally we all had to go down and check it out. We climbed aboard and gathered around to look at the pool in back.

There were ropes and shackles for the couple to be drowned. Amelia told us the long rope was to help hold us under so we wouldn’t try to back out at the last second. She eyed us all warily before saying, “Nobody’s going to chicken out, right? You’re not going to embarrass me, are you?” We all shook our heads.

We went aboard and looked in on that big room Amelia had mentioned. Two nooses were already in place close together, hanging above two chairs. That sobered us all right up.

“That is so fucking cool!” Amelia blurted out. “I can’t wait to watch somebody swing!”

“Maybe it’ll be you,” George told her with a smirk.

“And if you draw the joker, will you fuck me as we hang together, Georgie?” He just smiled. Everyone knew he was a little sweet on her.

Amelia looked around at our faces and laughed. “You guys all look so serious! Let’s all go to the nightclub at the LeGrand. We can watch the sun go down and then dance our lives away before a couple of us dance our lives away for real tomorrow morning.” I think we were all glad to get off that damned boat for the night.

We ate a nice supper and then watched the sun go down. Afterwards we all went dancing, changing partners several times. But we ended up going back to our villas with the one we’d chosen to spend our first night on the island.

I’d picked Jessica, so when we got back we went out to the beach and did a little skinny-dipping. She was a hot brunette who worked at an advertising firm. But she had already admitted if something happened to her she would be relatively easy to replace. It made me wonder if our lives had little meaning where we worked, making us more susceptible to Amelia’s crazy suggestions.

We played in the water and then stretched out naked on the shore. “What do you think?” she finally asked. “You got a one in four chance of dying tomorrow morning.”

“So do you.”

“Scared?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit anxious. But if Grace is willing to take the risk, I don’t see how I can back out. Hell, I don’t see how anyone can back out, not after she fully committed.”

“You think she’ll still be fully committed come morning? Do you think any of us will be?”

“I don’t know, Jess. So I guess we’d better make the most of tonight.” Then I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her passionately.

We fucked in the sand until we got tired of it getting everywhere. So we went back to our room and fucked some more. Everyone else must have had the same idea as we could hear moans and cries of ecstasy from all the fucking going on in the bedrooms around us.

2018 (written Jul 29 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by renders and the story Luxe Cruise by SusanCoquin. Render included for illustration purposes.)

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The Old Folks Home 3.7 (3)

Posted on September 30, 2018 by riwa

Dorothy Brown was preparing the medication in the care home for men in Dewsbury Road. She was the night nurse and came on duty at nine p m until six am next morning. She was distracted when she heard a patient calling out, “Nurse; nurse??

Leaving the medication supplies she went to find Alfred on the floor unable to get back up. She helped him back to bed and then went back to finish preparing the night medications. She had to hand it out individually, making sure the men all took it as they were in their late seventies to early nineties.

It was not an unpleasant task to perform. Once they were tucked up in bed she could settle down to what was usually a rather quiet night. And tonight she was looking forward to an uneventful evening in the care home.

She was making her rounds checking everything an hour later when she was suddenly grabbed in the corridor. It felt like there were hands all over her, bundling her off into one of the dark, empty bedrooms. She tried to cry out but hands covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

At first she thought intruders had burst in to molest her. It seemed a crazy notion, but it was one that seemed to be confirmed as all those hands swiftly undressed her until she was standing only in her bra and knickers. But then she heard grunts and voices, making her wonder if perhaps it might be some of the patients.

What the hell??

She cried out in horror as the evening lights came on. That’s when she saw ten rock hard cocks surrounding her, cocks that seemingly belonged to ten old men who should have been long past their sexual prime.

Oh shit! Had they found the Viagra she usually kept locked up in the medicine box? Those cocks were really hard, a couple were even dripping!

“No, Boys,” she tried to reason gently with them. “No; you could harm yourselves at your age.” But that didn’t seem to diminish their excitement in the slightest.

“Help!” she cried out as her bra was popped open. Her 34 C’s fell right out, an act that was swiftly followed by the loss of her knickers. This was rapidly getting out of hand!

She yelped as she was picked up and laid out all spread-eagled upon the empty double bed. A naked Frank came up to her and quickly tied her wrists to the head of the bed. He was 85 had served in the Navy. But strangely his strength did not seem to have diminished as he stretched her out. And his willie was disturbingly engorged.

He pulled legs wide and then tied them off to the corners of the bed frame. Unfortunately all the beds in the care home were metal framed and were now proving to be just right to spread-eagle a helpless nurse. Dorothy was well and truly secured; she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I tied her up so I get to go first,” Frank declared. He quickly climbed on top of Dorothy who by now simply could not comprehend what the hell was happening to her. It was obvious of course; but it was totally unexpected and bizarre beyond belief.

“Frank, no; not at your age!” She was concerned about him hurting himself, perhaps bringing on a heart attack? Another patient covered her mouth with his hand as she felt Frank’s cock at the entrance to her love tunnel.

Her eyes were wide as she anxiously shook her head. With one hard thrust he was in. Then he began fucking her with abandon, surprising for an 85 year old man.

Dorothy screamed into the hand covering her mouth… “Oh God; no!” But Frank was eagerly fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His weight was upon her, smelling of wintergreen and vics.

Dorothy was caught gasping for breath as his rock hard cock pounded away at her pussy. She frantically looked around for help from someone. But all she saw were the other elderly male patients standing around her. All were naked, cocks hard and saluting. Some were even stroking a little as they watched as though awaiting their turn.

It hit Dorothy like a thunderbolt from out of the blue. These men she’d taken care of since they’d come to the care home were all going to fuck her! Her eyes opened even wider in horror and she tried to cry out, only for the hand to clamp down hard over her mouth.

She felt Frank stiffen, instantly recognizing it for what it was. “Oh my God; No! A moment later she whimpered as Frank shot a huge load of sperm into her womb.

She cried out as she felt his warmth. He just groaned, excitedly gasping, “Oh fucking hell, Dorothy!” Obviously he was in no hurry to roll off.

When he did pull out a minute later his cock was just as hard as it had been going in. This was something Dorothy had never witnessed before, the wonders of Viagra. Then Bernard was next, climbing on top of her with his 93 year old body and a cock so big and hard it was unbelievable.

The horrified nurse caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared up her vagina. She gasped with shock and humiliating pleasure, a 31 year old woman being fucked by a 93 year old man. And amazingly it was happening to her!

“I have always wanted to fuck you, Dorothy,” Bernard gasped excitedly. “You have a stunning body!” But all Dorothy could cry out was “Oh please, Bernard; no!” The hand returned – it belonged to someone else this time – and she let out a muffled cry as Bernard shot a huge wad of sperm into her cunt.

When he was finished he stayed inside a few moments longer. Apparently he was in no hurry to climb off either. Dorothy could only gaze in wonderment as his cock came out just as hard as it had gone in.

An idle through crossed her mind… ‘I must get some Viagra for my husband.’ Then another one was on top of her. This time she was being fucked by 87 year old Arthur.

She struggled, she squirmed… she tried to get them to stop. A hand always covered her mouth to keep her voice down. There were ten elderly men in that care home, and it seemed like every one of them wanted to fuck her… and several wanted to shag her more than once!

A pillow had been placed under her bum for better access was now soaked with spunk. Her womb was well and truly flooded. Some of the men wandered out but a few stayed to watch, to cover her mouth, or to have another go at her.

Around two in the morning Bernard came back into the room after another one got off her naked body. He climbed on, straddled her chest and then smacked her face with his hard cock. By now there were no hands over her face as Dorothy had stopped trying to cry out, concluding no one was going to check on this part of the home at this hour.

Bernard smacked her face with his hard cock. “Suck it, Dorothy, and suck it good.” She winced and shook her head.

The idea of sucking a 93 year old cock made her feel sick. She threw her head from side to side, refusing to take it into her mouth. But Bernard had help; there was always one or two other men in there with her.

A pillow was placed under her head as strong hands held her head steady. Dorothy stubbornly kept her mouth shut tight. But fingers squeezed her nose shut, pinching her nostrils and closing off her air.

Try as she might, it was impossible to keep her mouth shut as she needed to breathe. The moment it opened Bernard’s cock filled her mouth and rammed down her throat. Dorothy gagged and choked on it.

“Now suck it!” Bernard demanded, slapping her face hard. Dorothy decided it was better to suck and get it over with. When he pulled out and cruelly rammed it back home Dorothy sucked for all she was worth, hoping to get him off quick.

She suddenly became aware of a nearby buzzing sound. It drew closer as she licked and sucked, choking on Bernard’s cock as he rammed it home again and again. Then the buzzing settled upon her swollen clit.

Instantly Dorothy knew what they had in their possession… OH SHIT, THEY HAVE A VIBRATOR. Someone used it to tickle and torment her clit as Bernard thrust his cock into her mouth. She tried hard but her body simply gave in to it, writhing and humping against it despite her best efforts.

The man using it knew what he was doing – surely he was one of the elderly men having fucked her earlier. He pressed it onto her G spot and cruelly held it there. Her hips bucked instinctively in rhythm, her naked body writhing and sweating up a storm as she sucked furiously on Bernard’s cock.

“Better cover her mouth,” he warned one of the others. The hand came down just in time. Dorothy’s orgasmic scream was muffled as her body bucked and shuddered in extreme pleasure.

“Just look at her go!” a male voice gasped in awe. Then Bernard let out a grunt as he shot his load down her throat. Dorothy had no choice but to swallow the sperm of a 93 year old man; it almost made her nauseous.

Bernard pulled out and slapped her face with his cock. “Now clean it off1” he demanded. Dorothy spent the next several minutes licking it clean. Bernard even pulled his foreskin back so her tongue could clean the inside of that as well.

Dorothy sagged on the bed in defeat. She was now resigned to her fate. Besides, her body, boobs and vagina were covered in sperm.

It got quiet as the party petered out. But Dorothy was left tied to the bed. During the night one of the men would casually walk into the room, climb on top of her and then fuck her stunning body, filling her with even more sperm before pulling out and then walking out of the room.

Dorothy nodding off for a bit, only to awaken to Frank’s cock down her throat. She grunted and gurgled but she had no other choice. Almost immediately the vibrator returned; some other bastard had come back to torment her.

She swallowed cock as the vibe devastated her, her clit and labia swollen. It swelled within her until she screamed into the cock in her mouth in muffled orgasm. A moment later she got another load of cum down her throat before Frank climbed off and left the room.

She got a few minutes more of rest only to awaken to a cock slamming her relentlessly. Her eyes flew open; she was being shagged all over again. Hadn’t they had enough??

It swelled within her until she screamed again in orgasm. He quickly covered her mouth before emptying another load in a pussy flowing with spunk. Then he climbed off and left, leaving her to nod off again.

She got little sleep. There was always someone to suck or fuck. They couldn’t get enough of the fit body of a 31 year old woman.

A few times she was awakened by the vibrator. Apparently some of them loved to listen to her screams of orgasm. But whenever she threatened to get too loud a hand always covered her mouth.

Dorothy slept fitfully as things seemed to have quieted down. Occasionally she was awakened to find some patient on top of her using up the remnants of his Viagra. But at least she was not being fucked as often.

She awoke with a start when she heard the click of the front door. That’s when she realized it must be the day nurse. A clock on the wall said it was six am, so obviously that had to be Peggy.

She heard her calling out to her… “Dorothy? Dorothy, where the hell are you?” She stiffened upon the bed, not wanting to be found this way. But the guys hadn’t freed her from the bed just yet.

“Peggy?? Peggy, don`t come in here! Run, Peggy; run! Go get help!” But it was too late. Her frame was already filling the doorway, a look of shock in her eyes.

“Dorothy?? Bloody Hell, love, what happened to – HA– OHH AAHH WHAT THE HELL??? LET ME GO!”

Male hands grabbed Peggy and dragged her across the corridor into the empty room on the other side of the hall. Dorothy blurted out her fears as she looked across and saw them tying her down to a separate bed… “They found the Viagra, Peggy! They are high on it!” But the day nurse was too busy to respond, already having problems of her own… “No! Stop it, Arthur! Turn me loose, don’t do this to me!”

Dorothy knew the unmistakable sounds of a woman being undressed. These guys were old, but they were certainly not daft. They knew an attractive 35 year old when they saw one. And Peggy’s arrival meant fresh meat!

Had they topped off on Viagra again? It was six am, the day nurse had arrived, and their libidos seemed to be catching a second wind!

Peggy screamed and gasped as her clothes were ripped from her body. She was carried to the bed and stretched on top spread-eagled the way Dorothy had been tied. Frank was at it again, making made sure she was secured by his rope ties to the corners of the metal frame beneath the mattress.

“Me first!” he declared as Dorothy watched him climb on top of a horrified Peggy from across the way. She heard the unmistakable scream of a woman being entered against her will. Now poor Peggy was being fucked by an 85 year old the way Dorothy’s torment had started out the night before.

Ernest sauntered into Dorothy`s room again. He was 83 and had already had her three times previously. “Might as well have a go at you again, love, while the others go through Peggy.”

“Ernest, no; I’m a bloody mess!” He just climbed on top with a smile before shoving right in. Dorothy’s pussy was so wet and lubricated with spunk he had no problems whatsoever.

Peggy let out a cry as Frank fucked her hard. Dorothy could hear the bed across the hall squeaking with the action on top. The day nurse let out a wail as Frank grunted and then thrust good and hard.

In the middle of her fucking she turned to look across the hall at Dorothy being ravaged by Ernest. “How long have you been like that, love?” she called out as Frank pounded her pussy good and hard.

“Since half past ten last night, Peggy. I have been fucked stupid!”

Peggy looked up at Frank to see the lewd grin on his face as he pounded her hard. “Oh shit!” she gasped. She was just beginning to get an inkling of what Dorothy had gone through and what might lay in store for her if the guys were coming around for round two.

Frank unloaded in her until the pillow under her bum got its first soaking. Then Bernard climbed aboard for some fun. She hollered out, “Devlin; bloody hell; NO!” But there was no stopping them as the guys swarmed into both rooms, fresh for more fucking.

The next hour and a half found Dorothy and Peggy being fucked nonstop. One guy after the other climbed aboard for another round with a sexy nurse. Dorothy gave up again and just went with it.

At one point she heard Peggy cry out, “Bernard NO! Please don’t shove that nasty cock down my throat!” Then there was silence as Dorothy heard gagging and grunting from the other room.

It wasn’t long before she thought she heard that vibrator again. This time it was in Peggy’s room. She was gagging on cock while her clit was being buzzed. Dorothy knew right away what she was in for and it aroused her shamefully.

A few minutes later she heard Peggy scream. This time it was the unmistakable scream of joy a girl gives as she orgasms. A moment later Bernard’s cock was shoved back down her throat again. Dorothy heard his cry of release, telling her Peggy was swallowing a healthy load of spunk from the appendage of a 93 year old man. They were obviously using the vibrator on her to make her cum.

At one point Dorothy had a dick down her throat. Looking across she saw Peggy was being forced to swallow another one. When Peggy got her protein shake for a moment it looked like she was going to be sick. Dorothy just swallowed hers she had been given more than one cum-shake during the early morning hours.

The old boys finally started to fade out as it came up on eight thirty. Bernard took Dorothy one last time while Arthur had one last go at Peggy. After that things went quiet as the men went back to their rooms and fell asleep.

The two nurses looked across at each other, thoroughly exhausted while still secured to their beds. “God, Dorothy; I am so bloody fucked!”

“Not near as much as me,” Dorothy replied. “I`m covered inside and out, head to toe in sperm. I have never in my life been fucked by a bunch of old men like this before.

“Me neither, love; me neither.”

The front door opened and both nurses looked at each other in horror. They both knew in an instant who it was. It was the Matron coming in for the day shift…

“Peggy? Peggy? Bloody hell! There’s no sign of breakfast… no smell of bacon. Peggy, where the hell are you??”

“I`m back in here.” She was so exhausted it barely came out above a whisper.

The Matron came and stood open mouthed in the doorway, taking in both naked, spread-eagled nurses. They appeared to be totally covered in spunk.

“What the hell happened in here, Peggy? How long have you been like that?”

“Since I got here at six.”

“Where the hell is Dorothy?”

“Look across the hall.”

“WHAT?? BLOODY HELL!” Dorothy blushed a deep crimson, humiliated to be seen in her current condition.

“What the hell happened to you? How long have you been like that??”

“Since half ten last night.” Dorothy lowered her gaze, unable to look the Matron in the eyes.

The Matron untied the two of them starting with Dorothy. She was clearly happy to be freed from her bed. But she was a mess and felt like she needed a shower and a week’s worth of slumber.

“Go and get yourselves cleaned up,” the Matron instructed them. “Then report back to my office.” They nodded with embarrassment, their faces beet red.

Both girls walked gingerly toward the shower room, hardly able to walk after all that fucking. They scrubbed themselves in silence, unable to look each other in the eye the whole time. Neither one said a word.

It had been a deep humiliation being fucked by men old enough to be their grandfather. Both felt a deep shame. And yet despite their ordeal they both felt a secret elation, neither able to admit to the other how deep down they had thoroughly enjoyed it.

Back in the Matron’s office they were told the events of the previous night’s debauchery must never get out. If it did and the press got wind of it they would have a field day with the story.

Dorothy tried to lay out exactly what happened. But both girls were terminated immediately. Something inside the Matron made her think Dorothy`s story simply didn’t ring true.

Breakfast was cancelled because the old men were fast asleep. Around lunch time they began to wake up and wander into the dining room. But one of them did not show up for lunch.

“Has anyone seen Arthur?” There was no reply; apparently they had not. She went to his room but Arthur was cold in bed. He must have died in his sleep.  Peggy had been his last fuck, and it turned out to have been on fuck too many.

Nine months later Peggy and Dorothy were in beds opposite each other in the Dewsbury Maternity ward. Dorothy produced a girl and called her Wendy. Peggy produced a boy and named him Arthur. He was the last man to fuck her that night and she always wanted to remember him. But the home never recovered from the incident. It closed three years later and was demolished soon afterwards, taking its secrets with it.

2016 (Written for dorothy Aug 12 ’16 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3.3 (3)

Posted on September 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming October rewards
Will Maggie get into trouble for her outburst at the dolphin tank in the ongoing Island series?
What will happen to Sylvia at the club with Jaime and her husband? Or will it be Jaime who finds herself in a dangerous situation?
Sada gets strangled and hanged.
Melissa wants to be his bubbly little snuff-puppet
Zuzana volunteers to be the first one to participate when her friend opens a business for erotic asphyxiation.
I plan to upload more of the peace treaty.
And I’ll post anything else that inspires me going into Halloween.

August stories/rewards will fall off at the end of September to make room for October rewards. I’ve passed four kidney stones so far, thankfully with a minimal amount of pain. And I got to drive up to see mom for a couple of days. The trip involved 4 gas fill-ups. So I appreciate all of you being my patrons. I hope you have a great October while I upload fun stories for your reading enjoyment this month.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Island 3-4 (plus Club bonus) (9-5-18)

15703 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a pair of long, older series recently edited.

Island 3-4 – For causing so much trouble on the bus, Miranda finds herself on the receiving end of a wicked dunking inside the ship’s interior pool. Ch 4 finds herself receiving the bubbling punishment she deserves. Mike and Maggie make sure they get some pleasure out of it, including the use of a toy as well as Mike’s erect member. (18 pages)

Jaime 3-4 – Jaime’s husband John narrates how he visited the club and witnessed the demise of some of the females he saw there, including one who wanted him to watch during her noose-dance. It’s a secret he’s hiding from his wife, even as his Club visits begin to manifest in their sexual play. (11 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus “wet” short of 5 pages, 1221 words, and six picture illustrations.

Doing the MILF part 3 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

15060 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another addition to the MILF story with new JustPaul illustrations. Included are a couple of additional stories – one old, one new – inspired by JustPaul animations. My thanks for his great renders.

Doing the MILF part 3 – Stella is eager to hear more of Shaun’s sexual adventures with the MILF next door. So she comes over for a soak to learn more details. He decides to use the handcuffs on her while adding a sexual toy to their fun. Then Janice comes over late Sunday night wanting a soak and something more. Will he use the cuffs and the toy on his neighbor as well? Will he finally give her what she wants? (12 pics; 23 pages)

Freediving Academy: Clarissa and Marie – (aka Freediving Academy day two) Clarissa dives a wreck and gets herself into trouble. Marie shows up at an opportune time to help her. Clarissa tells her she would enjoy going back down while allowing Marie to teach her more of what she knows about erotically holding her breath. (17 pics; 14 pages)

Money – Two ladies are about to come into possession of a lot of money waiting for them in a sunken vessel. But one decides to get rid of the other and keep all the dough for herself. Will she succeed? (9 pics; 12 pages)

Goodbye Angels (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

17848 words – $6.00

 From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story originally written as a 4 part script. Included is an older story I went through and polished up for your reading enjoyment.

Goodbye Angels – Charlie is about to be investigated by the Feds. This is bad because the type of business he’s been running lately is not one you would want to write home to mother about, not when it involves a lot of bubbly assassinations. And in this case he has three female liabilities in particular that will have to be dealt with. (5 chapters at 21 pages of bubbling, including two scenes using scuba gear in the springs.)

Britney’s Bubbly Bang – Jim finds an aquaphile in a lounge at the resort and takes her out to the pool after hours. But he doesn’t want to leave his friend and roommate out of all the fun. So he goes and gets him so the two of them can enjoy Britney together. After all, she’s tied up and waiting for them out in the pool. (12 pages)

Dear Diary 12 (plus bonus) (reactivated 9-15-18)

18587 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new chapter to the Dear Diary series. I have also included a recently edited Emma-in-an-underwater-predicament story for your reading enjoyment.

Dear Diary 12 – Kristen and her mom are planning on entertaining Tina and Marie in the backyard pool. But the car breaks down. Kristen catches a ride home with a mechanic to let them know what happened while her mom waits for the vehicle to be fixed.

When she gets home she discovers her dad is in the water enjoying a naked swim. She joins him for some dunking and bubbly fun. Then Tina and Marie show up at the moment Kristen is swallowing her daddy’s cum. But Marie is hesitant about getting into the water with Kristen’s father.

Kristen gets Tina to join her, and soon they are both naked. After a while, they get out and drag Marie into the pool. Then she lures her father closer until they are all naked in the water where Marie makes an incredible request of her dad involving keeping someone underwater until they bubble. (22 brand new pages)

A perilous situation – Emma finds herself in a pickle when she goes early to the Spa to play an erotic escape act down in the filtration tank. The girlfriend of the guy she’s been blowing shows up to interrupt her session, potentially making it much more lethal. (12 pages)

JP Combo V (reactivated 9-15-18)

5853 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older JustPaul poser illustrated stories recently edited. With this bundle you get a variety of underwater locations and situations including pool, hot tub and bathtub.

Sweet Dreams – While skinny-dipping in the resort pool Brooke has sexual thoughts about the guy who gave her and her friend Vera a ride out to the Keys earlier that day. (8 pages plus poser illustrations)

Jolene – Inspired by the Dolly Parton song and JustPaul’s renders comes a story of a wife determined to have it out with the woman who is seeing her husband. She catches them both in the hot tub and her anger pushes her over the edge. (8 pages plus poser illustrations)

The lure of the tub – Vanessa wants to manipulate her husband into making a purchase for her. The only way she knows how to do it is to use the lure of the bathtub to get her way. Will it work or will it backfire on her? (5 pages plus poser illustrations)

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 2 (plus bonus) (9-23-18)

7625 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of the erotic weekend between Paul and Brooke. Included is a new short story inspired by some of his older renders.

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 2 – Brooke decides she wants to try the stripper pole at the Mermaid Lounge before trying her hand at giving an underwater lap dance. Then she wants to work Paul up into a frenzy by doing a Deep Solo for him, even though she’ll draw the attention of others (including a lusty female admirer) before they head back to the bungalow for more fun in the glass tub. (20 pages; 19 renders)

Autumn’s wreck dive – Autumn is a mild mannered bank manager who likes to let her hair down by going on freedives in the Bahamas. She’s taken classes from the free diving academy, so she knows how to be safe and how to watch her limitations. But what kind of attention will she attract once she’s down on the wreck? (10 pages; 9 renders)

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Hanging Rusty 4.6 (16)

Posted on September 25, 2018 by riwa

I chased her down throughout the mesas and canyons of the southwest. She was a slippery little devil. But I finally caught up to her in New Mexico in Apache territory.

She was on her horse when she took a shot at me and missed. I took a shot at her mount and didn’t. From that moment on she was on foot.

“You bastard!” she yelled as she took cover. “You’re going to pay for that!” Then she emptied her revolver in my direction. It was a waste of bullets as I ducked behind a low mound, so it didn’t do her any good.

“What’ll it be, Rusty?” I called out to her. “Do I leave you out here for the Apaches to collect? Or do you give up? They might be interested in a feisty thing like you! The wanted poster says dead or alive, you know, so it makes no difference to me!”

“I give up – I give up!” Then she stood up in her blouse and jeans.

I foolishly stood up to collect her, only to hear the sound of a Winchester firing as she took several more shots at me. I fired in anger before I ducked back down. The bitch narrowly missed me.

I heard a cry followed by “All right – all right; you got me, asshole! Stop shooting!”

“Let me see it, Rusty!” A moment later the Winchester came flying out.

“Anything else you’re packing?”

“I’m wounded, ok? Come get me!”

“You try anything and I’ll blow your fucking head off!”

I circled around from a different direction. Then I tossed a boot at her. It landed off to her left.

Quick as a flash she threw a knife in that direction. That’s what I thought. So I rose up and put one in the ground at her feet.

She jerked with a start before an obscenity flew from her lips. Then I took aim at her head. “Are we done here, Rusty?”

“Yeah, we’re done. You got me in the shoulder, you bastard.” Then she showed me the wound.

“I didn’t know you were left-handed.”

“You weren’t supposed to know.”

I slowly walked up to her. But I still didn’t trust her. “Take it all off, Rusty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? Do it or this one will go right between the eyes.”

“Alright, asshole.”

She did as she was told, removing all but her footwear. I’d heard the stories but I couldn’t believe it. Didn’t she know this was no place for heels?

“Anything else?” she asked as I walked up to her. I could feel a bulge growing down below. “What’sa matter, bounty hunter? Does that mean you’re glad to see me or what?”

She took a sudden kick at me. I barely dodged her heel in time. Then I tackled her to the ground.

She snarled obscenities as I took the length of rope dangling from my gun belt and tied her wrists behind her back. Then I checked her shoulder. I could tell it hurt, but it was mostly a flesh wound.

I tore her shirt into strips and used it to tie her ankles together. “Don’t go away, Rusty.” She spit another obscenity my way as I went to get Flame who was now grazing on a tuft of grass.

I brought him over and tied him to a nearby tree. I removed the saddle and blanket, dumping the saddle while spreading the blanket out on the ground. That’s when Rusty charged me, somehow having shed the shirt around her ankles, the wily snake.

I tackled her to the ground again before slapping her face hard. Then I started to undress. I could tell she was outraged.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you’re going to be too much work taking back to Dodge City while you’re alive. So I’m going to fuck you before I kill you.”

“You bastard! You can’t do this to me!”

“Yes I can, Rusty.”

She tried to fight me. But I threw her flat on her back on my horse blanket. Then I climbed on top her.

“Rusty, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“Let’s do it the hard way, asshole!”

“Suit yourself.”

I rolled her over and pulled her up onto her knees. Then I forced myself into her cunt from behind. Strangely it was wet and dripping.

“Excited I’m going to fuck you, Rusty?”

“Fuck off!”

“No, I think I’ll just fuck away instead.” And with that I really started giving it to her good.

She let out a cry; she was nice and tight. I wondered how many cowpokes she had fucked and then killed, robbing them before riding off to find someone else to fuck and murder. Had she encountered me under different circumstances I might have fallen for her charms and been victim number 7… or was it number 8 by now?

She cursed me as I fucked her good and hard. I buried her face in the blanket to muffle her obscenities. Then she started grunting.

“Enjoying yourself, Rusty?” I cackled.

“I only enjoy fucking real men.” Her voice was muffled, but I could make out every word.

“Close enough for me,” I sneered as I fucked the shit out of her.

Before giving her my seed I pulled out and pushed my cock against her sphincter. She deserved my load in a more appropriate location. I felt it tighten up, but I just kept on pushing.

She cried out, “No – don’t!” But I paid her no mind as I pushed my way inside. Then she let out another cry as I fucked her ass.

This time her gasps turned to moans. What the hell was this? Was Rusty an anal whore?

She begged me to stop but I refused. She was nice and tight and she was clenching like a good saloon whore. She shook her head as she fell to pleading… “No… you can’t.” Then I rammed her good and hard as I unloaded deep inside her.

She let out a wail of misery before she stiffened. Then she shuddered hard. I slowly slid in and out until she came down from her high, panting like crazy.

“Damn you! You weren’t supposed to… do that!”

“Do what, Rusty?”

“Give me an orgasm, damn you! No one’s ever fucked my ass like that before. It’s the only way I can cum. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

“I guess that makes me a bad boy, Rusty. Now let’s get you all noosed up.”

“You’re not going to hang me, are you?”

“They’ll hang you back in Dodge, Rusty. But I don’t think you’re going to let me get you that far. So let’s do it now, shall we?”

I could have shot her right then and there. I was sorely tempted; she’d certainly given me ample reason to plug her. No one would have minded me bringing back a bullet-riddled body. But I wanted more out of her.

Still naked, I removed my lariat from Flame and formed one end into a noose. Then I tossed it over a branch to the tree. Rusty looked at me all wide-eyed and panting for breath.

“What do you think, Rusty?” I asked as I looped it over her head.

“You can’t! You wouldn’t!”

“I can and I will. You’ve been a pain in the ass this whole time, Rusty. I don’t think anyone is going to mind if I haul you in dead, even with a rope mark around your neck. Beats a hail of bullets, don’t you think?”

“You bastard!”

I hefted her up onto Flame’s bare back. She tried to kick me again before urging Flame to break free of the tree I’d tied him to. But he wasn’t going anywhere.

I quickly tied off the lariat to the trunk. Now if she got Flame to move it was going to cost her dearly. I finally had her attention.

She looked down to see my cock had gotten hard again. “You’re certainly enjoying this, aren’t you, asshole?”

“I certainly am, Rusty.”

“Eager to watch me swing naked?”

“Absolutely.”

For the first time since I’d been chasing her she seemed to soften a little. She began panting for breath as her nipples hardened right up. Then I untied my horse from the tree.

“Ok, Flame. There’s a nice tuft of grass a few feet ahead of you. Go right ahead and enjoy yourself. There’ll be a little extra something there waiting for you.”

I pulled a cube of sugar from my pocket as a reward. I knew he’d go right for it as soon as I tossed it. That’s when Rusty gasped, “Wait!”

“Why? You got some last words you want to say to me, Rusty?”

She panted thoughtfully for a moment. Then she asked, “What’s your name? I suppose I ought to know the name of the man who fucked me and who’s about to hang me.”

“Jack. Jack Ford, son of Sam Ford, the guy you shot and robbed back in Abilene.”

She actually lowered her head as though she was a little remorseful. “I’m sorry about that, Jack. To be honest I think you’re doing the right thing. If our roles were reversed I know I’d hang you like this sure as shootin’. Besides, I’ll probably fight you all the way back to Dodge City until one of us kills the other. I won’t be able to help myself. It’s just who I am.”

“That’s kinda what I figured, Rusty.”

“Tell you what I’ll do, Jack. I’ll give you a private show. This one is just for you and your dad, ok? I don’t feel like hangin’ in front of a large crowd anyway, not with all those women watching as well as those impressionable young’uns. Just a small request though.”

“What’s that, Rusty?”

“Make it worth my while?”

I thought about it for a moment as I gave her naked, trembling body a long look. Then I smiled at her. “I think I can do that, Rusty.” And with that I tossed the sugar cube into that tuft of grass.

Flame caught sight of it right away and began to walk forward. Rusty let out a cry as she tried to hold onto him with her legs. But she just slid off his backside and began to swing back and forth.

She rasped and gurgled as her face went red. It was satisfying as hell watching her swing naked. Her nipples were really hard, her pussy wet and winking as my cum leaked out of her ass.

She danced for a good three or four minutes until she exhausted herself, a foot occasionally lashing out in my direction. I wasn’t about to get close enough for her to kick at me with those heels. She wasn’t going to die with any boots on, but I guess this was as close as she was going to come.

When she settled down I moved in, parted her legs and started licking her cunt. She had such a sweet flavor for being such a bloodthirsty whore. She stopped resisting and kinda went with it.

In our last few moments together I began to find myself growing fond of her. She grunted as she wrapped a leg around me, trying to draw me closer. She wasn’t getting any leverage, so it wasn’t helping to ease the strain around her neck. But I got the impression she liked what I was doing to her.

She began humping my mouth as her pussy winked and clenched. My cock was hard and dripping as she shuddered in my grasp. Then she was cumming in the noose… and I was cumming too.

She was defiant to the end, going so far as to spray me with her fluids. She even peed on me before she hung limp. I just kept on licking as I chuckled, “Ok, Rusty. I’ll let you have that one. But I get what’s left.”

I untied the rope and lowered her just enough for my cock. Then I tied her back up. “Now it’s my turn, bitch” and I proceeded to fuck her cunt and ass while she dangled from the noose. After all, Flame was hungry and I’d missed giving him his daily dose of oats three days straight during the long, arduous chase.

I took my time and enjoyed her body now that she wasn’t fighting me anymore. Afterwards I took her down, spread her out on the blanket and fucked her again. When I was done I found a sandy spot not too far away and buried her possessions along with her corpse.

It was the only time I never took a criminal back to collect the bounty. She paid me in full that day on the tree and the ground. I kind of think she would have approved, bitch that she was…

(Jul 11 ’18)

(Inspired by the picture included for illustration purposes.)

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Victor’s Guillotine 13 4.4 (14)

Posted on September 20, 2018 by riwa

13

My dream turned out to be far more erotic than the real thing. We weren’t down in the guillotine room more than a minute before Richard whispered to me he wasn’t feeling well. So I took pity on him and took him back upstairs.

Joyce and Sybil came up a couple minutes later. They were thoughtfully concerned about our guest. Richard apologized, telling them he was having a reaction in his stomach. He didn’t know whether it was mental or physical and for them to go on ahead without him.

“You can go back down, Julie. I think I’ll be all right. I don’t want to spoil your fun. Maybe I can catch a cab back to my hotel.”

My first thought was how Dorothy would want me to take care of him. So I offered to drive him back. I even told him I would explain everything to James so he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

He tried to encourage me to stay and enjoy myself. Lorraine even offered to drive him back for me. But I felt responsible for him and told her I would take him back to the hotel myself. She told me she would save some meat from Dorothy for me to take to James along with a couple of nice cuts for myself.

Richard was rather subdued the whole trip back. I told him I hoped he enjoyed himself and not to worry too much about what happened. He apologized again, telling me he first thought it was going to be ok until it started to boomerang back on him.

When I got him back to the hotel I offered to stay and spend some time with him. He thanked me, but said he was going to take something for his indigestion before taking a nap. Again he apologized for ruining my afternoon.

I told him he’d done no such thing. I said he gave Dorothy one hell of a send-off and not to feel bad about it at all. Then I kissed him goodbye.

By then it was getting late. The whole afternoon had kind of turned south on me. Besides, James needed to be told. So I drove over and gave him the bad news.

He turned out to be pretty understanding, more than I anticipated. He said he’d expected something like this was going to happen to his wife someday. When I explained how Richard had reacted he told me he wasn’t sure he would have taken it any better. But he held no ill will toward me, and he wasn’t the least bit upset Richard was shagging Dorothy the moment the blade took her head.

I drove on home as the day was getting late. I had just walked in the door when Renard called. He told me a bunch of the women rode the guillotine right after we left. But they had quit when Dorothy’s meat was ready for eating.

He said they probably stopped at just the right time. By then the timer had reached the hour mark. He admitted things were getting pretty harrowing, especially when Joyce and Sybil talked about riding the bloody thing again and again. He wasn’t sure if Victor wanted an extra body to deal with after cooking Dorothy and was glad they stopped when they did.

He apologized for not riding along with me when I took Richard back to his hotel. He asked how he was taking it and I told him about as well as could be expected. Then I told him James held no animosity toward any of us for Dorothy’s beheading and that he was looking forward to some of her meat.

I told him James told me there was no bloody way he was going to tell the kids where that meat came from. He was going to have to make something up to explain what had happened to their mother. He hoped one day he could tell them the truth and maybe they would be able to understand.

I told him I could come back and pick up the meat to take to James as well as the portion Lorraine said they would reserve for me. Renard told me that wasn’t necessary. He said he would swing by on his way home and drop it off.

True to his word, he came by late that evening with my portion as well as the portion for James. He stayed for a few minutes and we chatted about things. Then he asked if he could take me out sometime. I told him that would be great as I’d grown rather fond of him.

The next day I called James at work and told him I had some of Dorothy’s meat. He said he would swing by to pick it up. He also told me the kids were confused why their mum had not come home.

After work James came over and got his meat. That night Renard came over and I fixed him a plate of Dorothy along with some vegetables. We decided she tasted pretty damned good.

We went out three more times over the next couple of weeks. We even started talking about Victor’s next party. He told me he wasn’t sure he wanted to become intimately involved with another girl only to lose her to the guillotine. I chuckled as I told him that was the chance he was going to have to take since the thing could be so bloody addicting.

He told me he’d heard from Prudence and that she wanted to get back together with him. He wanted me to know that in case I ever heard from her. He said he told her that ship had sailed and that he was interested in seeing me now. He said she didn’t take it very well.

All this time I was having dreams about riding Victor’s guillotine. In many of them I dreamed Richard was there, having stayed to enjoy the show instead of me taking him back to his hotel. In fact the more I dreamed about it, the more Richard seemed to take an active part.

Whenever I dreamed of someone losing her head it was always Richard who was shagging her. He was even fucking me when I dreamed the blade fell and took my head. It was the same dream where Sybil lost hers while he was shagging her too. It made me wonder what Victor would do if he ever ended up with two extra bodies to roast.

I guess it was my subconscious desire Richard could have handled sticking around to enjoy watching us ride the guillotine again. I wish he would have not had indigestion when I took him back to his hotel. Maybe if he would have been feeling better I might have given him a goodbye shag.

Renard and I went out Friday night for drinks and dancing. When he brought me home we spent the evening shagging our asses off. Then he told me there was going to be another barbecue party in a couple of weeks. But Victor and Lorraine were going to be out of town tomorrow so we could have Saturday all to ourselves. I told him I was looking forward to spending it with him.

I awoke Saturday morning thinking of taking a ride in the guillotine again. Would I want to take a chance, especially after losing my friend Dorothy? The idea of Renard fucking me until I lost my head gave me such an erotic thrill.

I got ready to spend a nice Saturday with Renard. The knock on the door told me he was earlier than he said he was going to be. Imagine my surprise when I opened it, only to see it wasn’t Renard.

Prudence and her friend Wayne stood there smirking at me. I stiffened in alarm. “What do you want?”

“Is Renard here yet?”

I looked at her in confusion. How did she know Renard was coming over to see me? Had she talked to him again?

“It’s none of your business,” I replied. “I thought you two were finished.”

“Not quite. Wayne wants to help me give him a special present.” That’s when I saw she’d been hiding a white cloth behind her back in her other hand the entire time.

I let out a cry as I tried to run. But it was too late. They grabbed me and the bitch smothered my face with it until the noxious fumes put my lights out.

When I regained consciousness I found myself rolling around in the boot of a vehicle. My wrists and ankles were tied and my mouth was gagged. I grunted indignantly, but to no avail.

The car came to a stop and I heard a couple of car doors slam. Then the boot was opened. Prudence and Wayne looked down on me with gleeful menace in their eyes.

“Bring her in, Wayne. We’re going to set up Renard’s special present downstairs.” Then he pulled me out, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the door.

It only took a moment for me to identify where we were. We were back at Victor’s mansion. That’s when I felt a stab of fear along with a perverse arousal.

I grunted in growing alarm, a lump in my throat as Prudence let us in. Wayne carried me to the stairs with Prudence in the lead. “Daddy needs some meat for his next barbecue,” she proclaimed with a smile. “So you’re going to be nice bitch and help us out by volunteering.”

My eyes flew open in horror. I shook my head as they hauled me all the way downstairs and turned on the lights. Then we entered the guillotine room. I felt an erotic jolt of fear in the pit of my gut when I set eyes on it.

“Let’s get her strapped down, Wayne. Then you can enjoy what her pussy will feel like clenching like crazy when her head is cut off.” Her friend seemed enthusiastic about finding out.

I let out muffled grunts of horror as they stripped me out of my clothes. It was humiliating the way they strapped me down naked to the bascule. I felt a horrific jolt of fear and arousal when my head was locked down in the lunette, the stained wicker basket waiting below to catch my severed skull.

Prudence seemed to enjoy taunting me. “Let’s see; what’ll we set it for? I know. Let’s set it at zero and see how long it takes for you to lose your head, bitch.” Then she cackled as she started the program. On the monitor I saw the numbers start to count… 00:01… 00:02… 00:03… 00:04.

I whimpered into the gag in my mouth as Prudence came back and slapped my ass. Then she fingered me. It was humiliating as hell considering how wet I had become.

“Damn, Wayne. She’s nice and wet for you. Give her your cock, baby. Show her how nice and big it is. In fact, why don’t you come around front and fuck her mouth first so she can see what you’re going to stick inside her nice, juicy fuck-hole?”

He came around and showed me how big his dick was. Then Prudence leaned over and removed the gag from my mouth. “It’s such a tasty dick, bitch. I ought to know as I’ve felt it many times before. So I know you’re really going to enjoy it, especially when it’s inside you the moment the blade comes down.”

“Prudence, don’t you fucking dare!” That’s all I got out before he thrust his cock into my mouth. It filled me to the point of almost gagging me.

He thrust good and hard while she sadistically urged him on. “She’s going to cum so hard for you, Wayne. Let’s see how many orgasms she has before she loses her head.”

I was both frightened and aroused like you wouldn’t believe. Wayne thrust into my mouth until she told him he needed to fuck the best part of me. So he pulled out and walked around behind me.

I sputtered, “Prudence, why don’t you ride it if you love it so damned much?”

“Oh this isn’t for me, bitch. This is for Renard and daddy, remember? Daddy gets a roaster and Renard gets your head to put on his dining room table to enjoy while you’re digesting nicely in his stomach. He said he wanted to see you, right? This way he’ll get to see you every bloody day.”

I felt another erotic jolt at her words. Then Wayne found my pussy and pushed his way inside. His size made me gasp and whimper as he filled me.

“Doesn’t he feel wonderful? I promised him a clenching pussy. I also told him you would probably cum several times before the blade fell. Besides, I want to see how many times he can cum inside you.”

I couldn’t believe how much his bloody cock filled me. I felt a flush of incredible fear as well as an intense excitement. My arousal was off the charts considering how serious she sounded about making sure I lost my head.

I frantically gasped, “Prudence, you’ll never get away with this!”

“Oh yes I will. By the time Renard figures things out, you’ll be up in daddy’s freezer. Everybody’s going to enjoy eating you at the next barbecue.”

“Prudence, you don’t… you bloody well… unngghhhh!”

Wayne really gave it to me good. My pussy clenched greedily around his shaft as he slid in and out. It was hard to have a conversation with the bitch while he was fucking me the way he was. Besides, that timer on the monitor kept ticking my life away, giving me the shivers something fierce.

My first orgasm hit at 16:04. I shuddered hard as I cried out. By then Prudence had stripped out of her clothes and was touching herself while enjoying the sight of her boyfriend shagging me in the guillotine.

“Damn, Wayne! That looked like a good one! She’s going to have a ton of orgasms before the basket catches her head!”

I couldn’t believe his staying power. He finally thrust hard at 19:00. Then I felt his hot seed in my pussy, which set me off again.

I shouldn’t have been surprised the way Prudence got a little jealous. So she had Wayne come around front. Then she got on her knees and sucked him right in front of me as the timer kept right on going.

Wayne was a little concerned he might miss the moment the blade would fall. “Oh don’t worry,” Prudence reassured him with a sly wink. “I think we’re ok for a good thirty minutes or so… well maybe not.” Then she gave me a knowing grin.

She made him fuck my face again. I grunted as my mouth was filled with cock. The whole time I kept trying to follow the time on the monitor, gagging on his dick as my body trembled like crazy.

Wayne pulled out, went around back and pushed his cock back into my cunt. I whimpered as he really gave it to me good for a second time. Prudence laughed as she rubbed herself, telling me how hot I looked getting fucked with my head locked down ready to fall into the basket below.

The timer kept rolling along, blissfully ignorant of my plight as it passed 25:00… 30:00… 35:00. Just for fun Prudence took a couple of pictures of me on her iPhone. “Something for Renard to enjoy,” she said with a sadistic chuckle. Then she mashed her wet pussy up against my face. It was humiliating as hell.

Wayne let out a cry as he thrust good and hard. I cried out from my third orgasm as the timer hit 38:41. Was she really going to push this all the way to the end?

Wayne fucked me nice and slow, his cock staying semi hard. Prudence kept taunting me, further goading me in my helplessness and humiliation. Occasionally I tried to talk her out of what they were planning on doing to me. But she just laughed in my face.

“Imagine Renard’s surprise when he finds out you decided to meet him down here in the basement instead, locking yourself in the guillotine and setting the timer for his pleasure. I wonder what he’ll say when he finds you with your head cut off.”

“You bitch! Get m-me out of here!”

“Hunh – unh. You’ve got more orgasms to enjoy before your time is up.”

She went around behind me to her boyfriend until I felt someone slapping my ass. I was pretty sure it was her. Then I think she reached under and rubbed my nub. The whole thing was so humiliating that I came all over again at the 49:00 mark. She thought that was bloody erotic.

How long was it going to take before the blade fell? Did Renard even know where I was?? What did he think when he showed up to my place and discovered I wasn’t there? Did he wonder if I’d blown him off?

Would he come looking for me? What if he did and he was too late to save me?? My heart pounded in my chest, the fear and excitement giving me the shakes until I didn’t know whether the blade would get me or if I would suffer from a heart attack first.

While she was back there with Wayne I heard her iPhone go off. Then I heard her voice. “Hey, look at this! Renard’s on his way over! Maybe he liked the pictures I sent and wants to join in on the fun of shagging you until you lose your head! Too bad he’ll never get here in time.” Then she laughed again.

She came around front and smiled down at me. “I think Wayne should try that ass of yours, bitch. What do you say? Want to go out in a blaze of glory with his cock up your bum?”

“P-Prudence, stop it!”

“You hear that, Wayne? It sounds like she really wants you up her ass! I guess you’d better give it to her good!”

“Nooo!”

He pulled out of my pussy before I felt him pry my cheeks open to have a look. He spit into my hole until I winced with shame. Then I felt the tip of his cock push up against my sphincter.

I grimaced as he forced himself all the way in until it hurt. Prudence told me to hold on because I was in for quite a ride. She promised it was going to feel so much better in just a couple minutes. Then he started fucking my ass, giving it to me good and hard.

I gasped and moaned as the timer raced toward 1:00:00. How much time did I have left before the blade fell? Would it come down soon? Or would I have to suffer the agony of waiting a few more minutes, not knowing when my time would be up? How long would it be after I had been beheaded before Renard showed up to haul my headless corpse upstairs to the freezer?

Prudence lifted my head up and looked into my eyes as Wayne thrust in and out of my ass. I moaned and whimpered at the size of him inside me. “That must feel real good, am I right? Does it feel better than Renard’s cock up your bum? Has he shagged your ass yet?” Then she lifted up the wicker basket below me, laughing while telling me it was ready and waiting to catch my head.

Wayne had amazing staying power. The timer went past 1:05:00… and then approached 1:10:00. I whimpered anxiously, wondering how close I was to the big moment.

“Fuck her pussy and her ass, baby” Prudence declared sadistically. Wayne pulled out and fucked my pussy several times. Then he pulled back out and slid right back into my bum. I winced and moaned as it swelled within me until I cried out yet again in orgasm at 1:13:37.

I panted weakly for breath, but he just kept fucking me. Prudence looked down at me and grinned. “You looked like you bloody well enjoyed that last one, bitch.”

She pushed her cunt to my lips and made me taste her again. It was humiliating the way she humped my face. She blocked my vision of the monitor so I didn’t know how much time I might have left.

Wayne suddenly cried out as he thrust good and hard up my ass. “Fuck the bitch!” Prudence called out with sadistic glee. Then she really mashed her cunt against my face.

I had no idea of the time as Wayne went off with a load up my bum. Then Prudence flooded my face with her fluids. I let out a muffled cry as I climaxed shamefully, panting for breath when she pulled away while wondering how much time I had left.

“Make her taste it!” Prudence declared with sadistic glee. He pulled his cock out and came around front as she went around back. He shoved his dick down my throat and I was forced to taste the tang of my ass on his cock with abject humiliation. Meanwhile the bitch fucked my pussy with her fingers until I was writhing and grunting shamefully.

Prudence urged Wayne to come back around. “Better stick your dick in her and keep it there, baby. The blade is liable to fall any minute now.” Then he came away until I saw the timer on the monitor at 1:22:18. Oh bloody hell!

My heart was beating so fast I could hardly catch my breath. Prudence came back around front to watch my expression as Wayne pushed his semi-hard dick back up my cunt. I couldn’t stop clenching, and I shamefully helped him harden right back up again.

Prudence looked at the time on the monitor and then smiled at me. “Feeling lucky, bitch? How much longer do you think you can go? When-oh-when is the blade going to fall, hmm?” And with that I found myself cumming all over again.

I heard Wayne commenting how I kept clenching as he shagged me, my terror intensifying. “Anything for you, baby!” the bitch called out cheerfully. I glanced at the timer again – 1:28:41. I whimpered as I shivered with erotic dread.

I gasped and moaned as I lay there trembling, wondering how much time I had left. Was it minutes… seconds maybe?  Surely the blade would come rushing down at any moment.

I was almost paralyzed with fear as I felt another orgasm swelling within me. Bloody hell; all these cums were going to kill me! Where the hell was Renard? Was my place too far away for him to get here in time??

At that moment I thought I heard a door slam somewhere upstairs. Then we all heard Renard’s voice call out, “Prudence? Are you downstairs? Julie, are you down there?”

I was breathless as I tried to call out, “Help me, Renard! The timer’s at 1:31:00!” But I was too weak to call out loud enough because I don’t think he heard me.

We heard his voice at the top of the stairs… “Prudence? You’d better be getting her out of that guillotine right now if you know what’s good for you!” She just laughed as she hollered back, “You’d better hurry!” Then she told Wayne to fuck me good and hard while he still had the chance.

I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. Then I saw the timer pass 1:32:00. I took a deep breath before loudly crying out, “Hurry, Renard!”

“Julie?? Is that you?”

“HURRY!”

Prudence furiously masturbated as she called to the stairwell, “You got here sooner than I thought, Renard. If you hurry you just might be able to – AUGH!”

She jumped with a start at about the same time I felt a sharp pain slice right through my neck. I tried to scream but nothing came out. The timer froze at 1:32:17 as my world tumbled.

I heard Renard’s voice as he came into the room… “Prudence, what did you – bloody hell!” Then my vision changed as my head was lifted up out of the wicker basket. The bitch actually kissed my quivering lips before turning my head around to face Renard.

“Look what I got for you! Do you like my present? I think she’ll look lovely on your dining room table, don’t you?”

I got a glimpse of my naked body spasming in its bindings. I heard Wayne gasp as he cried out, “Bloody hell; she’s really clenching!” Renard turned as though he was going to slug him a good one. Then Prudence laughingly called out, “Here; catch!”

My head flew through the air until Renard caught me. He turned me and held my head so he could look at my face. I could see a look of regret in his eyes as everything started to fade all around me. Then I was aware of nothing at all as the pain in my neck went away…

(Jul 12 ’18)

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She-male Snuff Carnival chs 3-4 4 (7)

Posted on September 15, 2018 by riwa

3 Ring the Bell – Behead the She-male (Apr 6 ’11)

At another location inside the carnival a group of people have gathered around the game ‘Ring the Bell’. It’s a simple game of strength where an individual swings a mallet in an attempt to send a piece of metal running vertically up a marked pole until it hits a bell at the very top. If the bell is rung the contestant wins a prize. But at the She-male Snuff Carnival the prize is a little more lethal.

Next to the game sits a guillotine with several happy patrons gathered around it. Strapped onto the bascule, her head locked into the lunette, is yet another frightened she-male. She is naked except for a pair of panty hose, an opening cut in her crotch to allow her cock to poke through. Right now it is saluting, especially since a couple of female patrons have paid for the pleasure of touching it for several minutes as they enjoy taking turns sucking her.

The black-haired lady-boy lies face up so she has an unobstructed view of the game. She watches each time that piece of metal shoots upward, hoping against hope it will not ring the bell. If it does, the blade will be released and she will lose her head into the bloody wicker basket waiting below.

She can turn her head to get a view of each participant. She trembles as she sizes each one up, gauging her chances. She is kept in a constant state of fear and arousal. Part of it is from the knowledge she could die at any moment. But a part of it is also due to the paying customers who enjoy touching her, sucking her or running a hand up and down her nyloned legs.

She has already spurted twice, compliments of the contents of the liquids she has been force-fed as well as the hands and mouths enjoying her “clitty”. After all, the goal of the carnival is to please its patrons, regardless how it humiliates the condemned. Others have already been killed before her, and others will take their place on the bascule long after she has lost her head. But for the moment it is her time. All she can do is watch fearfully as each new contestant pays to see if they can ring the bell and make her lose her head.

The current competitor appears to be a man of average strength, no doubt trying to impress the brunette on his arm. Two blondes playfully enjoy her cock as their men look on. She moans and trembles, sweat beading upon her naked body to trickle down her curves.

There is one last swing from the current competitor. She hears a loud thump as the mallet comes down, a sound that never ceases to rip a fearful cry out of her lungs. The metal in the channel rises upward only to fall short by at least a foot. The gathered crowd of onlookers lets out a chorus of “Awwww!” as the lady-boy breathes a sigh of relief.

The contestant is given a round of applause for his efforts. He walks away disappointed, the brunette on his arm a little less impressed with his manliness than before. The two blondes run out of time and are forced to stop enjoying the she-male’s twitching cock. For the briefest of moments the condemned in her flesh-colored nylons is given a reprieve.

Two minutes later the lady-boy hears someone new walk up, saying he’d like to give it a try. She turns her head to see a muscular man with two voluptuous women on his arms. Her eyes widen in alarm as the women pay for the privilege of playing with her quivering dick. Instinctively she senses her time may have come.

She finds herself hyperventilating as her chest rises and falls. As the two woman start pawing her, one of them tells the man, “Make it last; ok, Markus? We want to play with her a little!”

“Don’t worry, ladies,” he says gallantly. “I get three tries, right? Who wants her head when I’m done?”

“You use it,” the other one suggests with a wicked grin. “We want to watch her give you “head” with her head.”

The she-male gasps and whimpers, wriggling with a renewed sense of fright. But her struggles are in vain. She is thoroughly strapped down, unable to break free.

The women take turns sucking her impressive member while caressing her all over. Then she watches in alarm as the man takes a mighty swing. The mallet comes down with a loud thump, causing her to cry out as the metal in the channel goes rocketing upward.

It climbs halfway up and then loses steam, topping out well short before dropping back down. A chorus of “AWWWW!” fills the air now that others have wandered over to watch. Will they get to watch her lose her head this time? The lady-boy realizes she is going to have an audience when she goes to her humiliating death.

One of the ladies laughs. “C’mon, Markus; that was pitiful! You can do better than that!”

The gathered onlookers cheer him on as he lifts the mallet a second time. The she-male gasps anxiously, a low moan escaping her lips. Will this be the blow that sends her to oblivion?

The mallet comes down with a loud thump. The metal indicator rises up much further this time. Her breath catches in her throat as she follows it all the way up with her eyes.

Her cock stiffens, twitching in the mouth of one of the women who has taken her deep down her throat. But the indicator tops out less than a foot from the bell. The crowd once again moans its disappointment. They want to see blood as well as a severed head proudly lifted high.

“You’re not going to let us down; are you, Markus?” one of his lady friends taunts, stroking the large, throbbing phallus as her friend sucks and slurps. “Don’t tell me you haven’t got it in you?? We wanna see you fuck her severed skull!”

The she-male trembles at their bloodlust as the gathered spectators urge him on. He picks up the mallet and hefts it in his hands. Then he looks at the she-male with a grim look of determination, a look as if to say, “Say goodbye to your head, honey!” Then he gives it a mighty swing.

The lady-boy jerks at the loud thump. She watches that indicator in the channel shoot right up. She screams moments before she hears… “DING”.

The crowd lets out a cheer as the blade suddenly drops with alarming speed. In a split second her world tumbles. She blinks in surprise as she looks up at the sky, watching in horror as blood spurts out of her severed neck. She can no longer speak or scream.

She does not feel her cock explode, nor does she see the two kneeling women get their faces splattered. “Watch this, bitches!” she hears the male exclaim. Then her head is pulled up out of the wicker basket.

The next thing she feels is something thick coming up through her neck. The end emerges out of her mouth. It continues to spurt until she realizes to her horror she has been impaled on her own spurting cock to watch her cream arc out of her mouth.

She sees globs of her spunk upon the eager faces of the kneeling women. Both of them laugh gaily at her degradation. Then some bitch hollers, “MAKE HER SUCK YOU WHILE SHE’S STILL CONSCIOUS!”

She’s lifted up off her still throbbing dick. The next thing she sees is the hairy crotch of the man who is responsible for her beheading. His large, thick cock is pushed into her mouth.

She’s amazed she can feel him between her lips and can taste him. Then she becomes alarmed as her vision starts to fade. His cock is the last thing she feels in her mouth as consciousness ebbs away.

He must have been extremely aroused because his cum quickly spurts out of her neck stump. It splatters onto her nyloned legs. His two female associates shriek with pure joy as the crowd laughs and eggs him on.

When he’s finished, he pulls out of her mouth. He lifts up the head to observe the glazed look of horror in the lifeless eyes. The mouth is open in the form of an O from his cock having filled it as her expression sags in death.

The crowd cheers as he lifts up the head for one and all to admire. “Let her eat her own dick until we come back for her!” he announces. Then he impales her mouth with her own cock. Her long cock emerges out of her neck stump as the crowd roars its approval.

“We’ll be back in 30 minutes,” the man tells the barker of the carnival game. “Let everyone who walks by get a good look at her sucking her own cock.”

“But we need to set up another she-male,” the man protests. That’s when he is handed a hundred dollar bill.

“Will that buy us 30 minutes?”

“It certainly will, sir. I hope you’ll enjoy your visit to our carnival.”

“I may come back and play again. I think my friends would each like a head to take home. Maybe they can pick out the next one for me.” Then he gathers them up in his arms as they walk away.

4 She-male roasters (May 4 ’11)

An aroma hangs heavy over the carnival, an aroma of roasting meat and barbecued flesh. One may not be hungry when one first steps onto the premises. But that certainly changes with the passage of time as the smell entices one and all to come and check out what is on the menu.

There is a pavilion shaded with a large canopy where patrons gather to eat. Nearby are the roasting pits where she-males are impaled to cook over an open flame. Many of the curious gather along the edge of the pit to watch, especially since their meals are often still alive when they are slow-roasted.

On a small section of the roasting pit cooks the body parts of several she-males. Breasts and penises are basted with a fine glaze as they are cooked on a grill. These parts are usually pre-ordered and are priced higher than the other cuts.

The severed heads of some of the cooked she-males are impaled on pikes, representing their headless bodies as they twist on rotisseries. Some of these have been provided from the carnival game Ring the Bell where the victims lost their heads when the bell is rung. Others are in place courtesy of merciful requests for beheading rather than to be cooked alive.

The pits are doing a thriving business, and many more bodies are needed to satisfy the hungry patrons. For example, on a table near the pits lies a short-haired, redheaded Latina who is being prepared. She was brought in by a family who raised her to serve as meat, much to her distress.

Her arms are tied behind her back, and she is bent over and fucked from behind by her Master. When he’s finished he is followed by her Mistress who sports a large strap-on for the purpose of helping enlarge her anus. On the other end the two assistants responsible for getting her on to cook are permitted to fuck her mouth. It is believed these last cum deposits help flavor the meat, although that is mostly believed to be an old wives’ tale.

After the she-male receives her last fuck – a fucking many of them wish would go on indefinitely in order to prolong the inevitable – one of the assistants brings the six foot long metal pole around. He pushes it against her anal ring and penetrates her, usually resulting in her cries of pain as she begs for mercy. But there will be none as she was brought to the pit to serve as meat.

One assistant skewers her ass while the other holds her down. The roaster often jerks about during the impalement process, and it usually requires two people to get the job done. The spitting is done manually as the patrons frequently enjoy watching the process.

The preparations are skillfully done. The she-males’ internal organs are left intact as the pole is forced through. The process is slow and methodical, causing a great deal of wriggling and squirming on the part of the roaster. But it is believed the added pain and adrenaline rush is good for the meat.

There is usually a great deal of interest in watching the pole emerge from the mouth of the roaster. This generates a lot of excitement from the guests observing the proceedings. It is said that those who watch such an event usually enjoy a week’s worth of heavy fucking back home after having witnessed the spectacle of seeing a she-male spitted from ass to mouth.

Once she is fully spitted she is turned over onto her back where she is carefully gutted by hand, leaving intact the major organs. Often she is sporting a huge erection, generating some “oohs” and “aahs” from the spectators. This will later be cut off from her body after she has started to roast so that it can be prepared separately.

Stabilizers are attached to her legs and shoulders so she will not slip around on the pole. Then her stomach is sewn back up. As a final preparation, her head is wrapped in tinfoil to keep her hair from bursting into flame, leaving her face exposed to experience the heat before she is carried away.

At this point many patrons move to get a better view of the roaster as she starts to cook over the open fire. The frightened she-male always puts on a good show as she is subjected to the heat, writhing and squirming in her bindings as she grunts through the pole emerging from her mouth. Generally her cock remains fully erect to the point where the observers are often treated to an eruption of cum as she rotates 360 degrees.

Sometimes carnival patrons place wagers as to how long a she-male will last on the spit. Other times bets are made as to whether or not she will spurt a load of cum as she cooks. But for the roaster it is a painful process. Some live as long as twenty to thirty minutes after they are impaled and start to cook.

The redhead will cook for several hours, an assistant basting her body with a special glaze for flavor and to keep her from burning. She will finally be removed from the spit as certain body parts – specifically the breasts and penis – will be removed to finish cooking separately. Then she will find her way over to the cutting table where several cuts of her finest steaks will be removed and served up.

Her head will also be removed and specially prepared as a trophy to be taken home by a lucky guest. It may find its way over to one of the many carnival games, or it might very well be auctioned off. Often her hands and feet will also end up in the possession of one of the many carnival-goers as a souvenir.

Usually there are many hungry patrons. But the barbecue pits have no trouble obtaining roasters. Some of these will be provided by the carnival-goers themselves, brought in from home to be served up as meals. Others will end up on the menu after being snuffed while participating in some of the many lethal carnival games. Thus, there is never a shortage of meat to serve to hungry customers.

Any left-over meat is sold at a discount to avoid unnecessary waste. Many patrons like to take home some choice cuts to serve at special dinners and banquets. Often, what’s left of the she-males they have brought in to be roasted will end up at some company picnic or family reunion. By the end of the day there is usually little to no meat left as anything that remains has usually been generously donated to the cooks and assistants to take home as a thank you for their help in preparing the meals for the visitors of the carnival…

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Drew – Famous at the End 3.8 (4)

Posted on September 10, 2018 by riwa

What brings a girl like me to sign up for “Famous at the end”? I suppose it was all the debts I’d racked up. I had a hard time keeping a job.

I tried a little prostitution, but that only helped me break even day to day without paying down my debts. Mom and dad had cosigned for a couple of loans. And they were going to be on the hook for a lot of money if something happened to me.

I called the special hotline to “Famous at the End” and told them what I was thinking about. I wanted to end it all with enough money to pay off my debts for my folks. I didn’t see any other way out.

When they asked what kind of an ending I wanted I told them I could masturbate in a bathtub until I drowned. I figured that was sure to get a lot of views. When they agreed I don’t know if I was more surprised or alarmed they’d accepted my proposal.

I told my folks I had a possible job offer out of town and wouldn’t be in contact for several days. Then I packed an overnight bag before catching a bus to Hollywood. It was all I could afford.

When I arrived I put in a call to a special number I’d been given. A half hour later a car came and picked me up. I was whisked off to the “Famous at the End” studio.

When I arrived I was taken directly to the people in charge. Robert and Cynthia Packmaster were co-directors. The first thing they did was ask me how serious I was. I just told them to give me the paperwork to sign and we could get on with it.

After signing, Cynthia asked more information about what I was proposing. I told her I would get naked in a bathtub and masturbate. I wanted to cum either right before I drowned or right at the moment I swallowed water.

“Can you do this on your own?” Robert asked carefully.

“I don’t know,” I replied, starting to feel the butterflies. “I suppose my body might fight it when I start to panic. So I might need a little help.”

Cynthia asked, “Would you prefer a male or female holding you down?”

“I’m not sure how much I’ll thrash about. Maybe you might want to get a male to help me.”

“How much money do you want?”

“Enough to pay off all my debts and leave my folks a little something extra.” Then I looked them both square in the eye.

“I’ll do anything you want to make it worth your while. The guy can even be naked while he’s holding me down. If he gets hard while he’s drowning me won’t that boost viewership?”

“I would certainly think so,” Robert said with a smile.

“I agree,” his wife added. “When can you get started?”

“As soon as you’re ready,” I told them both. “I want to do it now before I chicken out.”

“You realize we film these ahead of time and edit them to include the good parts, right? This won’t be live, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“That’s ok. I don’t want my folks to see it until it comes out.”

“I think we can time things to pay off your bills and get the money into a bank account for them on the date this airs.”

“Great.” Then I took a deep breath before asking, “So where’s the bathtub?”

—

Lawrence was put in charge of drowning me. He was rather handsome. I kind of wished we might have had time to fuck. But I was already starting to get the shakes.

Three cameras were strategically placed around the bathroom, including one up in the ceiling. Then everybody left except Lawrence, Robert and Cynthia.

“Put on a good show for us, Drew. The better it is, the more we’ll put into your parents fund.”

“I will, Mr. Packmaster. I want this to be great. I really need to pay off those debts.”

He looked me up and down, smiling at my body. “I think you’re going to do just fine, Drew.” His wife added, “Thanks for thinking of us, Drew. We’re going to make you “Famous at the End”.

“Gawd, I hope so!” Then they left me alone with Lawrence.

“Ok, let’s make this exciting,” I told him. “Let’s get started.”

“I’m going to do my best so you can enjoy as much of it as you can. Every now and then I want you to glance at one of the cameras. But try to make it natural, ok?”

I nodded as I caught my breath. Then he kissed me. It really gave me an erotic jolt.

He started to undress me, and man was that hot! Maybe he had orders to make it as erotic as possible. I just went with it as I wanted an orgasm or two before I went.

He kissed and undressed me until I was totally naked. I went to take his clothes off and he didn’t stop me. When his cock sprang free it was nice and hard.

I smiled at him as I knelt and took him into my mouth. I was able to look at one of the cameras as I sucked him. I really tried to give them a show, using some of the techniques I’d picked up during my prostitution days.

I got him nice and hard before he stood me up. We kissed again as we made out a little. Then he picked me up and carefully lowered me into the bathtub.

It had already been filled, and the water was warm and comfortable. He bent down and kissed me again. That’s when I was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration.

“Let’s make it like I’m holding my breath for you, ok? You can pinch my nose shut. That might help so I don’t come up sputtering all the time.”

He seemed to like that idea as he pushed my head under. He covered my mouth and nose so I wouldn’t get any water up my sinuses. It was really erotic, and it helped to distract me from the fact he was going to drown me later.

I came up the first time coughing a little as I tried to get used to holding my breath and him holding my nose. Water streamed out of my face. We just smiled at each other as I hoped they could use some of the footage of my first submerging.

The second time down I was able to last longer. I wanted to build up to it so I could give everyone who was going to pay to see this video a really good show. Then he let me back up.

“Hold me down a little roughly for this third attempt,” I whispered. “I think the folks might like that.” He smiled and nodded. His hard cock told me at least he was enjoying himself.

I went back down and he got a good grip on my head. He pushed my limits, and it was really erotic. I lost a few bubbles, but I came back up horny and ready to go.

“Let’s see how it goes,” I told him after he let me up for another breath. I smiled up at the camera with my best “come hither” look. Then I inhaled deeply as he pushed me back down.

He held my head as he pinched my nose shut. By then I was already turned on. So I reached down and started touching myself.

I made sure to give the audience a few well-placed groans as he held me down. The idea he was going to drown me was both frightening and arousing. But I realized my performance was important if my folks were going to get any extra cash. So I threw myself into masturbating while holding my breath.

Robert and Cynthia had given me some freedom as to how things progressed. They’d told me Lawrence was good at improvising. So I got the impression I was partly in control of my own demise.

I got myself going really good before my lungs started heaving. I gave Lawrence a look that said I wanted one more breath. He seemed to understand because he let me back up.

I came up gasping for air. “Gawd; that makes me hot!” I panted as I gave him a smoldering look. “I’m so horny right now.”

I looked right up at the camera in the ceiling with my sluttiest expression. I imagined I was talking to every male and female watching. Then I told them, “Now he’s going to drown me while I cum… and I’m so looking forward to it!”

I took a really deep breath before he pushed me under. Then I really started fingering myself. He added to my arousal by groping one of my tits while pinching my nose shut.

I swirled my finger over my nub before pushing a couple into my well lubricated slit. He groped and fondled me as he forced my head down. It wasn’t long before my lungs really started to heave as I lost little bursts of air out of my mouth.

I told myself this was it and there was no going back. I was really horny, and I wanted that orgasm. It was going to be my last, and I really wanted to enjoy it.

My lungs really started heaving; I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. I furiously fingered myself until it swelled within me. Then it exploded like a fireball.

My back arched as I screamed my breath away. That’s when Lawrence pushed down on my head and one boob to keep me down. Instinctively I knew this was it.

Before I knew it my lungs were empty. My chest was on fire; I really wanted another breath. Instinctively I tried to rise up, only to feel him pushing me down.

I started to panic, and I really thrashed about. Water sloshed everywhere, but he wouldn’t let me up. Then I was aware of his fingers in my cunt, thrusting hard in and out.

I swallowed water, but I couldn’t get my head up. Then I hitched as I got water down my throat. I exploded in a wild panic as water went everywhere.

Lawrence kept fingering me while I was drowning until I felt another surge of hot pleasure flow through me. My chest hurt like hell, but for some reason a part of me felt wonderful. I hitched and jerked and swallowed water until I finally settled down.

I stared upward with my eyes open wide. I don’t think I was looking right at the camera. I hope they got a good shot of me.

Lawrence continued to finger me while pushing down on me. Then he put a hand in my stomach and pushed hard. I coughed up most of the remaining air in my lungs before he pushed again, making sure they were completely flooded. Then he slowly rose up to look down on me.

I don’t know what happened after that. Maybe the camera zeroed in on my face; at least I hope so. I hoped he’d enjoyed himself and I hoped my drowning was good enough to pay off my debts and leave my folks lots of extra cash to cover them for a while.

© 2017 (written Nov 9 ’17 by riwa)

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Teri and the Pensioners 4.3 (6)

Posted on September 6, 2018 by riwa

Teri got a call from someone by the name of Albert. He said he was setting up a special birthday party for a friend of his. Could she come and perform?

Teri asked what he was looking for. Albert told her he wanted a woman who would come over and entertain for a couple of hours. “Entertain in what way?” she asked carefully as the caller sounded rather dubious to her.

“We’re pensioners” was the reply. “So there won’t be any fucking or anything like that. We might like to do a little groping and touching and poking and prodding. We’re a bunch of old men looking for one last thrill for Derek on his 90th birthday. Can you come over this evening? What do you charge?”

Teri had a soft spot in her heart for old codgers. She figured she could go over for a couple of hours and entertain them. She certainly doubted they could get it up at their age.

She had very few worries as she considered the matter. What was the worst they could they do: gum her to death? And since they were pensioners she doubted they could afford very much anyway. Why not go over and give them one last thrill.

“I’ll tell you what. I can come over tonight for $500. And I can bring some items with me so you gentleman can have one last fantasy. How does that sound?”

She turned out to be at the far edge of his price range. But he figured they could afford it. She agreed to the arrangement and they set a time for her to show up. Then the call ended.

Teri smiled as she made preparations. What would it hurt to turn on a few old guys? She could take some toys with her to play with just to give them a thrill. She just hoped they liked buxom redheads with soft, silky hair.

She gathered up a bunch of toys she thought she might allow them to use on her. She put them all in a bag, smiling inwardly to herself. She wondered if any of them had a heart condition. Wouldn’t that be a hoot putting on a show where one of them keeled over from all the excitement? She decided it wouldn’t be her fault since they were paying for her to come over.

With her bag ready and time drawing near she went to work on her makeup. It sounded like they wanted a stripper, so that’s what she intended to give them. She wanted her makeup and outfit to get them all wide-eyed and slobbering when she made her appearance.

She started by applying thick bronze eye shadow along with thick black eyeliner. She painted her lips a bright red, coating them in lip gloss so it would hold for a while in case there was a lot of kissing. Then she attached long, false finger nails painted a bright red.

She did her toenails in red as well, wondering if the birthday boy had a foot fetish. She sprayed herself heavily in her strongest, cheapest perfume. Now she looked and smelled like a whore.

A pair of sheer black stockings went up her legs. She used a sexy black garter to clip them up. She was wearing a pair of lacy black lingerie that had a hole cut in them to expose her pussy. Then she put on a tight, black corset that held up her boobs without covering them.

She put on a slutty red and black shirt that exposed her cleavage. A frilly black skirt down below did little to cover herself. A nice pair of fuck-me heels completed the ensemble.

Teri looked at herself in the mirror and decided she looked perfect. Then she checked her time. She’d planned it almost perfectly. If she left now she would get there with a couple minutes to spare.

As she drove over, Teri wondered if these guys had any extra money on them. Would she get a good tip if she put on a really slutty show? She was determined to find out. Hell, the old geezers could keel over any day now. Why not give them one last thrill while seeing if she could work a few extra bucks out of them?

She parked in the driveway and knocked on the door. Albert was the one who let her in. He was 92 and looked every bit of it. She decided this was going to be the easiest $500 she’d ever made.

He led her into a living room with three other males. She put her hand out and he placed five one hundred dollar bills in her palm. Then he motioned, “That’s Derek the birthday boy over on the couch.”

“How do you do, Derek?” Teri said, giving him her most lustful smile.

“Today’s his 90th birthday.”

“I hope you’re having a very happy birthday, Derek.”

“I am now that you’re here,” he said, his eyes flashing excitedly.

“Sitting in that corner chair is Jack. He’s 87.” Teri smiled at the balding, wrinkled old man. He may have been younger in age, but he actually looked older than Derek.

“And over here is Lew,” Albert said with a wave, gesturing at a man sitting in a chair with wooden arm rests. “Lew is 82, the youngest of the bunch.” Lew politely doffed his English golfer’s cap at her.

Teri licked her lips. This was going to be so easy. “So where do you want me to perform?” she asked, hefting her bag. “I brought some goodies along with me.” If she played her cards right she might get a generous tip out of the deal.

Albert went over to the dining room and retrieved a couple of chairs. Then he hollered at his friend, “Let her use the couch, Derek!” The birthday boy hastily stood up and took one of the chairs his friend offered, sitting down so they could all face her and watch her strut her stuff.

Teri started by slowly working herself out of the long coat she was wearing. Four sets of eyes bugged out… and she hadn’t even warmed up yet. Then she worked herself out of her blouse and skirt until the guys were really getting an eyeful. She couldn’t help smiling inwardly at their reaction.

She went around to each one, giving them all a sexy lap dance by grinding against them. A couple of bulges became noticeable. She smiled as she enjoyed the effect she was having on them.

She finally stretched herself out on the couch and started touching herself all over, making sure to stretch her legs and show off her painted toenails peeking out through her heels. Then she reached into her bag. It was time for the real show to begin.

She pulled out a flesh colored vibrator and started lewdly sucking on it. Then she turned it on and applied it to her clit. Soon she was gasping and moaning.

“Any one of you nice gentlemen want to help me? The birthday boy perhaps?” Then she held out the buzzing vibrator in his direction.

Derek jumped to his feet and rushed over. He took the vibrator and rubbed it back and forth over her clit. “Yeah, that’s the way. Fuck; that feels good. Sometimes a girl’s just got to cum, you know?”

She showed him where to hold it against her as the other three leaned forward and watched with great interest. Soon Derek had Teri writing and moaning. “Now stick it inside me, birthday boy,” she purred.

He thrust it in and out. Teri gasped and moaned as her juices started flowing. “I hope you boys don’t mind if I cum all over your couch.”

“Oh not at all!” Albert gasped eagerly.

After she climaxed she thanked him before Derek went back to his chair. Teri stood up and took a pair of red silk stockings out of her bag. She proceeded to run them back and forth all over her body. Then she laid out on the couch and invited someone to rub the stockings all over her.

Lew jumped up as he wanted to do that. He took the stockings from her and used them to caress her exposed tits and dripping crotch. She gasped and moaned the way he teased her with them.

She reached into her bag and brought out a dildo while Lew continued to drape the stockings back and forth over her body. She sucked on it before rubbing it across her swollen clit. Then she invited Albert to come over and fuck her with it while Derek and Jack watched.

Albert went over and took the dildo from her with trembling hands. He pushed it into her wet slit as Lew continued running the stockings back and forth over her body. Teri panted excitedly as she untied the laces to her corset until it folded open, fully exposing her chest and stomach.

After another orgasm and the pensioners returning to their chairs, she stood up in front of the foursome. She brought out another pair of stockings – this time in sheer white – and began dancing with them, sexily draping them all across her body. She even worked them back and forth through her crotch, gasping and moaning over how erotic it felt.

This time she went over to the chair with wooden arms where Lew was sitting. He got up for her so she could sit down before inviting the guys to come over and run the stockings all over her. Jack picked up the vibrator and used it on her as Derek and Albert rubbed her naked body with the stockings.

“Boys, you sure know how to make a slut feel horny. Why don’t you check my bag of tricks and see what else I have in there?”

Another dildo and vibrator were discovered. Now each of the guys had a toy to use. Jack and Lew used the vibrators on her nipples while Albert stuck a dildo into her mouth which she lustfully sucked on. Derek was given the privilege of fucking her slit with the other dildo.

Teri moaned her pleasure. This evening was turning out far better than she could have possibly imagined. As far as she was concerned the cums were an added bonus, something the guys were actually paying for.

After yet another orgasm, Albert was the one who went to the bag and found the metal and Velcro cuffs. He brought them over with a smile. Teri just grinned at him.

“You boys wouldn’t be thinking about tying up little ol’ me, would you?” The idea of being bound and pleasured gave her an erotic thrill. She was certainly glad she’d packed them when she’d agreed to come over.

Lew started in by slowly removing her heels and stockings, thoroughly enjoying her feet. Then he went to work soft-cuffing Teri’s ankles to the chair legs. She just smiled and giggled over how erotic it all was.

Albert took the two sets of metal cuffs and cuffed each of her wrists to a back chair leg, stretching her arms downward. Derek got the idea of tying her knees to the upper chair legs with her sheer white stockings, parting her legs so her dripping pussy was fully exposed. Teri wasn’t sure she liked that, but she figured she could always buy another pair.

With Teri sufficiently secured, the guys went to work. This time they started pawing and touching her all over. Teri felt hands on her boobs and fingers in her dripping snatch.

The toys came out again. This time Teri got a dildo and a vibrator both shoved up her cunt at the same time. It was a little uncomfortable but it still felt good, and for these guys she was willing to go with it.

The other dildo was shoved down her throat, almost gagging her. Then the other vibrator was brought out and used to vibrate her nipples. Teri writhed and squirmed, groaning into the phallus between her lips as they pawed her body.

Lew finally took a stocking and wrapped it around Teri’s neck. He pulled on one end and then the other, making the silk swirl back and forth around her throat. Teri moaned again, unable to speak since the toy had been left in her mouth for the time being.

As Derek fucked her pussy with the dildo and vibrator, Lew pulled harder on both ends of the stocking. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he observed. Teri’s eyes flashed uncomfortably. But she avoided shaking her head as it wasn’t too bad… at least not yet anyway. Then another orgasm swelled within her until she climaxed again.

“How do you like her?” Jack asked the birthday boy who was running his hands down her legs and touching her feet.

“Hell, she just had another orgasm. What did you do to her?”

“Nothing much,” Lew said with a smile, having let go of the stocking. “I was just strangling her is all.”

“Really? Let me have a go at that.” And with that Jack grabbed onto both ends of the stocking and pulled for himself.

Teri’s eyes widened a little more. This time being strangled was starting to hurt a little. She wriggled in the chair, grunting into the toy now uncomfortably protruding out of her mouth.

“Damn; she really likes it! She’s wriggling and fucking the toys in her cunt end everything!”

“She likes it??” Albert said in surprise. He couldn’t believe it.

“Find out for yourself. Go ahead and fuck her while Jack strangles her.”

Derek moved aside as Albert knelt and grabbed onto both toys. “Ok, Jack; strangle her good.” Then he began thrusting hard as his friend pulled on both ends of the stocking wrapped around her throat.

Teri’s eyes opened wide again in alarm. She grunted as the toys were thrust much harder up her cunt. Now she felt uncomfortable the way the stocking was constricting around her neck.

Her hips thrust out as she instinctively fucked the toys in her pussy. “Damn; she really likes it!” Albert observed.

“Help me out, Lew,” Jack exclaimed. “I don’t think I have enough strength!”

Lew went over and got a red stocking because he liked the color. He wrapped it around Teri’s neck. Then the two pensioners started to pull together on their separate stockings.

Teri’s eyes opened wider as she grunted in alarm. At the same time Albert thrust good and hard into her pussy. “Damn; this whore really likes it!”

“I thought all whores liked to be strangled,” Jack observed as he pulled harder.

Jack and Lew pulled on their red and black stockings as Albert fucked her pussy with the vibrator and dildo combination. Derek grabbed the other vibrator and rubbed it all over Teri’s erect nipples. She grunted and trembled before she shuddered hard, her eyes rolling.

“Damn, guys!” Albert gasped. “This whore just squirted down here!”

“She did?”

The strangling stopped as they released their grasp to take a look. Teri panted through her nose, grunting that she now wanted the toy out of her mouth and wanted to be set free. It was time to wind this down and go home before things got out of hand.

“What a mess,” Derek observed. Then he grinned as he asked, “Think we can make her squirt again? I was using the vibrator on her nipples while you two were strangling her and Albert was fucking her pussy with her toys. I think she really liked it!”

“I don’t see why not,” Albert replied with an enthusiastic smile. “Why don’t you fuck her while Jack vibrates her tits? Lew and I will strangle her really good to see if she cums again.”

Teri grunted as she shook her head no. They ignored her as Albert grabbed the ends to the red stocking while Lew grabbed the ends to the sheer black one. Then they pulled hard as the birthday boy really fucked her pussy with the dildo and vibrator while Jack concentrated on vibrating her nipples.

Teri grunted in growing alarm. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the way they were strangling her. But she couldn’t resist the affect her asphyxiation was having on her as her pussy clenched and throbbed from the toys fucking and vibrating her winking hole.

Albert and Lew pulled hard on the stockings around her neck. Teri gawked as she tried to breathe through her nose. This was becoming deadly serious! What the hell was wrong with these people??

She began to shudder in the chair, trying to twist and shake herself free. But she was too tightly secured. She grunted and moaned as her body responded until she suddenly sprayed her climax again.

Derek blurted out, “Damn; the bitch jut soaked me!”

“Happy birthday, Derek,” Albert laughed. “Grab another stocking and help us out up here!”

Derek grabbed the other sheer black one that had adorned her leg and pulled it tight around Teri’s throat. Then the three guys pulled together on their separate stockings as Jack took over the spot down between her legs. He grinned as he grabbed the toys and savagely fucked her with them.

Teri shook her head again, trying to indicate she wanted them to stop. She didn’t like the direction this was going and she could hardly breathe. But the guys were too excited, wanting to see if she would squirt again while she was being strangled.

Derek, Lew and Albert pulled on the ends of their stockings as Jack viciously fucked her pussy with the vibrator and dildo. He shoved them in just as hard and as far as they would go. Teri tried to scream, but she was being seriously strangled.

She began to buck as though she was trying to fuck the toys up her holes. Then she winced as she squirted again. “Damn, she just got me too!” Jack laughed. “This whore can really cum!”

“What do you want to do now?” Albert asked the birthday boy.

Derek just grinned. “Jack, get that other red stocking and get up here. Let’s see what happens when the four of us strangle her together. Leave the toys in her mouth and cunt.”

Teri blinked in horror as she tried to shake her head. Jack retrieved the other sheer red stocking she’d played with earlier. Then he wrapped it around her throat before the four of them began pulling on their individual stockings with all their might.

Teri’s eyes opened wide as she tried to cry out. But she couldn’t spit the dildo out of her mouth. Now she could feel herself getting dizzy as her air was cut off.

She could feel a tingling in her arms and legs as though they were going to sleep. But her pussy was clenching as her hips thrust outward. She violently fucked the toys in her cunt as she tried to breathe.

Lew wanted to know, “What do we do if we kill her, Albert?”

“We drive her car back down Black Canyon and run it off the road as though she had an accident. I say we let the birthday boy decide. What do you say, Derek?”

“I say we snuff her!” he decided with a happy cry. “I’ve never snuffed a whore before!”

“Then happy birthday, Derek! Let’s snuff the whore!” And with that all four pulled just as hard as they could.

Teri couldn’t believe it! She shook her head as she tried to breathe. But she couldn’t get any air through her nose down her throat. She felt her chest heaving, her lungs screaming in breathless agony.

She began to shudder as her body reacted. But she was too tightly secured. “Harder, boys!” Albert declared, and they all redoubled their efforts.

Teri began bucking in the chair as her eyes rolled, drool spilling off her bottom lip onto her tits. A moment later she sprayed her orgasm. It was immediately followed by a stream of urine leaking out as she sagged lifelessly in the chair.

“Damn!” Albert panted as they all released their stockings. “I didn’t think we were ever going to kill her!”

“She really squirted!” Jack observed. “Damn, just look at that mess!”

He knelt down, grabbed the soaked toys and began fucking the corpse with them. There were faint muscle spasms and squishing sounds. “Is she cumming again?” Lew asked.

“Can’t be; she’s dead.”

“Maybe it’s a reaction to the toys inside her,” Jack observed. “She’s still warm; might as well enjoy her.”

They set her free from the chair before carrying her over and laying her out on the couch. For the next hour they used the toys on her mouth, ass and cunt. When they were done they got her dressed and back into her vehicle.

Lew drove her car to Black Canyon road as Jack followed behind in theirs. They put her behind the wheel and then pushed her off into a deep ravine. Then they went home, patting themselves on the back for giving their friend one hell of a birthday.

(written for Teri Sep 4 ’18 by riwa)

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Dive pool drowning 4.6 (12)

Posted on August 30, 2018 by riwa

(A story inspired by this picture.)

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Shawna said as she looked all around.

“Relax,” her twin sister Shayla told her encouragingly. “We’re just going to do a little skinny-dipping is all.”

“But what about that guy down there in the fins and Speedos?”

“What about him?” their friend Jayne said with a naughty grin. “He’s not paying any attention. He’s just swimming around down there.”

“But what if he sees us?”

“Then we’ll give him a thrill,” her sister replied. “You’re not going to chicken out, are you?”

“Isn’t it kinda deep to be swimming around naked?”

“Spoilsport,” Jayne replied in frustration. “I thought you agreed to this.”

“I did… but now…”

“…you’ve changed your mind? Leave it to my twin sister to change her mind. You never like to get into trouble.”

“I can’t help it. Besides, it’s kind of deep down there. You two are much better at holding your breath than I am.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Jayne snorted. “Shayla says you can hold it for nearly two minutes. That’s more than enough to go down, swim around a little, give any observers in the windows an eyeful, and then beat it back to the surface.”

“I don’t know…”

“Told you she would chicken out at the last minute,” Shayla said as she started to remove her bikini top and bottoms.

“Yeah, I guess we’re swimming alone,” Jayne agreed as she started slipping out of hers as well.

“Are you bitches crazy?”

“You think we’re going to get in trouble or something? If anything we’ll get a little reprimand. But the guys will love it.”

“Let’s go, Shayla. Your sister is too much of a chicken-heart.”

“All right – all right; give me a minute to take my bikini off.” Then Shawna looked all around to make sure no one was watching.

“Do you really need a minute, sis? Or are you just looking for an excuse to bail on us? We’re not going to hold you to it if you’re going to be a coward.”

“Damn you,” she muttered as she looked all around once more.

For the moment they were alone with no one in sight. She looked down to see the freediver heading downward. He didn’t seem to be paying them any attention. Maybe he hadn’t seen them yet since they were still at the surface.

She cursed under her breath as she quickly removed her bikini top and bottoms. She looked around wondering where she could hide them. But Jayne’s and Shayla’s were lying right there in plain sight. Deciding they’d better do this quickly she tossed them next to her twin’s discarded garments.

“Let’s go!” Jayne declared as she and Shayla rushed for the water. They jumped in and hit feet first with a splash. Shawna wanted to be more discreet, settling for sitting down on the edge and then slipping into the water. It felt cool but not too bracing, although it made her nipples harden right up.

She saw the other two head down to the thirty foot level, pulling hard with their arms without a care in the world as bubbles trickled out of their noses. That’s when she decided there might be safety in numbers. She headed down after them, pulling hard to catch up as her brunette strands flowed behind her head.

They were really deep, she could feel the pressure the farther down she went. She could even feel it affecting her crotch. The freediver headed back for the surface as though he still hadn’t seen them.

The three of them swam along the floor of that section before angling back up. There were several observation windows, making her nervous they might be seen. But what was the worst someone could do to them other than chase them out?

They popped up to the surface panting quietly for breath. The male freediver looked like he was heading for a deeper section of the dive pool. For the moment they were alone in the water.

“See?” Shayla taunted her twin. “What’s the big deal? Sometimes you gotta live a little.”

“She always was a bit of a stuck-up, goody two-shoes if you ask me.”

Shawna gave Jayne a dirty look. “Oh yeah?” Then she took a deep breath before heading back down.”

The two young woman grinned at each other. Then they filled their lungs before heading down after her. Shawna watched as they caught up to her and then went right over the edge down into a deeper section.

She bubbled as she watched them swim halfway down. Then they turned around in a graceful arc and began the swim back. She winced when she saw them pass right in front of a window. What if someone was in there watching them??

She swam along her section of the pool floor before angling up to join them. They swam up together, popping up and gasping for breath. Then they looked downward.

“Damn, Shayla! That boy can sure hold his breath!”

“You think he’s seen us yet, Jayne?”

“He’s not acting like it. I wonder if he’d like to munch on a little clam.”

“Always thinking with your pussy,” Shawna retorted as she rolled her eyes.

“Race you down, Jayne.”

“You’re on, bitch!” And with that they jackknifed downward, leaving the reluctant twin at the surface.

“Damn them!” Shawna grumbled under her breath. Then she jackknifed downward. She was sure they were going to get caught if they stayed down much longer.

Jayne and Shayla reached the floor of the pool thirty feet down. To Shawna’s dismay they started masturbating down there, grinning as they bubbled at each other. She shook her head; she wanted no part of this.

She started back up, only for them to swim after her. Shayla grabbed an ankle, stopping her ascent as she continued to fondle her privates. Jayne grabbed onto her other knee, her blonde hair swirling around her head as she also masturbated.

Shawna lost a burst of bubbles as she was pulled up short. She flailed for the surface, her mind crying out, “Let me go, you bitches!” They just gave her a bubbly laugh before releasing her.

She shot up for a breath, popping up and gasping loudly. When she looked down she saw that freediver had crossed the bottom of that section of the dive pool. Had he seen them grab her and hold onto her body while touching themselves?

They popped up on either side of her, laughing playfully. “Not funny,” she snorted indignantly.

“Can’t hold your breath, sis?”

“You know that wasn’t it at all! You wouldn’t let me surface!”

“Shouldn’t be a problem if you can hold your breath,” Jayne smirked. Then they winked at each other before grabbing Shawna.

She had just enough presence of mind to fill her lungs before they jerked her under. Then she was hauled down by both ankles. What the hell was this??

They pulled her down until they stopped right in front of an observation window. Shawna was embarrassed until she saw there was no one watching them. But she was still uncomfortable as anyone could pass by and look in on them.

Jayne and Shayla were masturbating again. They always did like to get off in the water. She had to admit swimming in the nude was arousing. But they were embarrassing her.

At that moment Jayne began running a hand up her leg. Shawna shivered when the bitch reached her crotch and rubbed a hand back and forth over it. She saw her twin sister bubble with amusement, and it made her blush.

She tried to break free of their grasp. But they held on tighter. Now Shayla joined in, running a hand all over her naked body.

She bubbled in alarm as she shook her head, trying to get away. She was indignant, aroused, embarrassed and frightened. And in such a public place, that freediver was liable to swim by and pull up long enough to have a look.

Her lungs began to heave; she couldn’t hold her breath as long as they could. Shawna jerked in their grasp in growing panic. That’s when they let her go.

She shot up to the surface, her chest heaving. She gasped for breath, only to be pulled right back down. The crazy bitches bubbled as they caressed her all over while pulling her deeper.

She grunted and bubbled; she hadn’t gotten a very good breath. She needed to go back up. But they were touching her all over, running their hands along her trembling body as they molested her. It was both exciting and humiliating. She didn’t know whether to be frightened or upset.

They let her go and she shot up to the surface again to catch her breath. They popped up on either side of her, giggling like naughty schoolgirls. “I don’t want to play anymore!” she declared as she headed for the side of the pool.

She never got there as two hands grasped onto her ankles and pulled her down. She struggled in their grasp, not having gotten a decent breath. Then they started masturbating again as they pulled her deeper.

She tried to break out of their grasp. But they refused to let go. It seemed the more she struggled, the more turned on they became while holding onto her.

She screamed a froth of bubbles as she started to panic. Then she thought she broke free, although they had willingly released her ankles. Shawna shot up toward the surface, her lungs heaving.

She burst up and gasped loudly for breath. That was all the air she got as she was pulled right back down. Jayne and Shayla dragged her down until she found herself right in front of an observation window.

To her horror she saw a young couple looking through the glass at them. Her tormentors began masturbating openly while hanging onto her. Didn’t the crazy bitches know they were all being watched??

She tried to break free as they began fondling and molesting her again. She was shamefully aroused from being watched as well as from lack of breath. As far as she was concerned she was done skinny-dipping in the dive pool.

The couple in the window stared back. To her horror the woman began cupping her breasts through her tank top as though the sight of three naked woman was arousing to her. The guy appeared to develop a noticeable bulge.

Her chest heaved as her lungs screamed at her. Jayne and Shayla simply grinned at her as they held on tight to her ankles while masturbating. Didn’t they realize she was going to drown if they didn’t let her go??

In the window the couple watched without making a single move to come to her aid. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the freediver was now hovering nearby, watching intently. He appeared to have his hand in his Speedos.

Shawna’s lungs heaved painfully, causing her to bring a hand up to cover her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she lost bubbles through her fingers. But the bitches simply held on tight and wouldn’t let go.

She shook her head as she coughed up bubbles. Then she began thrashing about in their grasp. A moment later she started swallowing water.

Through the window she saw the young woman had reached up under her skirt, looking like her hand was really going at it. The young man suddenly developed a stain in his shorts. Jayne and Shayla moaned up bubbles as they furiously masturbated.

Shawna wasn’t sure how she got to the surface. The next thing she knew her head was above water and she was coughing up moisture. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was dimly aware she’d suffered through a humiliating orgasm.

“What do you think?” Jayne asked.

“Fucking hot!” Shayla responded. “I think that couple in the window loved it. Even our freediver friend got an eyeful.”

“Let’s do it again.”

“Fuck; yeah!”

“What the hell??” Then Shawna was dragged back down with only half a breath.

She was pulled down to that same observation window. The couple still happened to be there. That’s when Jayne and Shayla began rubbing her naked body all over.

Shawna shook her head out of fear and humiliation. She tried to kick herself free, but they had a good grasp of her body. Then she caught sight of that male freediver watching them again, his Speedos pulled down while he stroked himself.

Shawna let out a bubbly cry as Jayne mashed her face in her crotch and started licking. To her horror her sister latched onto one of her nipples with her mouth. She lost a huge burst of bubbles, trying to cover her mouth again as her cheeks bulged. Then her lungs gave out.

She started spasming and convulsing, her crotch instinctively humping Jayne’s mouth as she coughed up more bubbles. In the window it looked like the couple was masturbating to her drowning. The freediver looked like he was jerking furiously.

Once more Shawna found herself up at the surface coughing and sputtering, unsure how she’d gotten there. She’d cum again; she was certain of that. Then she saw Jayne and Shayla up at the surface grinning sadistically at her.

She shook her head… “No… please!” They cackled sadistically at her in return. Then she was jerked back under with a burble.

She was pulled down to that same window. The couple was still there, the woman on her knees sucking the guy’s dick which had been pulled out. She was also furiously masturbating.

Shawna shook her head at her two sadistic tormentors. Jane and Shayla grinned at each other as they masturbated while holding on to her. It looked like they were going to let her drown in front of the couple in the window.

She let out a cry of horror as she shook her head. She was too tired to hold her breath anymore, her heart pounding too hard in her chest for any kind of breath-hold. Her cheeks bulged as she frantically shook her head, bubbles slipping out through her fingers as she tried to cover her mouth.

She got a glimpse of the freediver who was shamelessly stroking. He didn’t look at all like he was going to come to her aid. Then Shawna cried out as her lungs gave out.

She began hitching and gurgling as she coughed up bubbles. Through the window the guy pulled his cock out of the young woman’s mouth before splattering a few drops onto her face. Jayne and Shayla moaned as they orgasmed while holding onto her ankles.

Shayla lost consciousness as she hitched and jerked. Jayne licked her crotch as Shayla sucked on her nipples. Her eyes glazed over as a few stray bubbles slipped out of her mouth. Then they hauled her to the surface where they got her out of the water and proceeded to do CPR on her.

The freediver pulled his Speedos back on before going back to swimming. The couple in the window headed for the stairs, deciding to get naked in the water. They wanted to go for an erotic swim in the dive pool, perhaps to have a little sexual fun for themselves.

(Jun 27 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the included render made by rhino666)

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Posted on August 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming September rewards
More of the Island of Death Row Inmates. How will the tunnel swim end?
More of Jaime and her husband. Will they go to the club and take a girl in from out in line? Will they encounter Jaime’s sister?
Farrah wants to be Famous at the End with a special drowning in her pool.
Tamanna is hanged for charity.
I’m working on the second chapter to that Santamos Island story, another chapter to Gambling your life Away, and a story about a unique beach drowning. I hope to have those ready for upload next month for you. And I’ll upload anything else that strikes my fancy for your reading enjoyment.

July stories/rewards will fall off at the end of August to make room for September rewards. It’s been a month of medical expenses due to a nasty little kidney stone. So I really do appreciate all of you being my patrons. Thank you so much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Bubbling in the New Year Part I (8-5-18)

20621 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories that were designed to help ring in the year. You get the first part a few months early with the next part coming soon.

Chs 1-5 – In the first 5 chapters Diane gets an invitation to put on a special underwater performance on New Year’s Eve in New York that will be “her last performance ever”. Will she go through with it? She decides to put on a private showing for some friends just to see if she still has what it might take. (15 pages)

Chs 6-10 – Diane’s life partner catches her at the private showing and punishes her in the water. But Diane agrees to go to New York anyway. Her life partner takes her back out to do what could be her last private show before she even gets to New York. (19 pages)

Amy’s story – After becoming a little too tipsy on New Year’s Eve, Amy walks home and decides to ring in the New Year with a brief swim in the cold water down at the dock, wanting to remain underwater while holding her breath until her wristwatch beeps in the New Year at midnight. Will it prove to be a big mistake? (7 pages)

A curious incident (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-5-18)

16060 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older stories (formerly part of the bundle JQpublic bundle 5).

A curious incident – A swim through a tunnel to leave a present for their co-star brings up curious feelings for Cariba and Phoebe, actresses from a TV mermaid show. But what happens when Phoebe gets her arm stuck? Will Cariba get to her in time? Or will she wait to see how long it takes for her to return until it is too late? (15 pages)

A restless night – Unable to rest, Mariah decides to go for a little swim to get herself off. She has an indoor pool that connects to the one outside. She goes out into the cooler water, only to get herself trapped under the pool cover while her little dog watches (yes, a fanfiction starring THAT singer). (14 pages)

Bubbling in the New Year Part II (8-16-18)

29530 words – $7.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories that were designed to help ring in the year. I’m giving you the second part right away so you will have all the chapters now.

Chs 11-15 – Diane puts on a mermaid tail and swims around to show herself off, working on building up her times for the big moment. Eventually she does a nice, long breath-hold to work the crowd up. (20 pages)

Chs 16-19 – Will Diane go through with it? Or will her life partner show up to try to put a stop to it? (18 pages)

Crystal’s story – Crystal meets Melissa over the Internet and arranges to help fulfill both of their bubbly fantasies on New Year’s Eve. (22 pages)

Take me underwater (plus bonus) (reactivated 8-16-18)

12901 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a recently reworked underwater story along with the erotic conclusion to Processing Day. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover illustration.

Take me underwater – She wants her hubby to be more aggressive with her underwater because it’s exciting and erotic while she has to hold her breath. But she’s been angry with him all week. So he takes her up on it on a day when she’s less than enthusiastic about it. Is she about to get what she truly wants? Or has she severely misjudged his intentions? (8 pages)

Processing Day 2 – It’s processing day for a couple of females. He’s just gotten done beheading her friend while she was watching and egging him on by thoroughly enjoying taunting the poor girl. But through a strange twist of fate she learns she’s on the same work order. There’s no need to take her home now since he can use the same location as a two-for-one. And since this second one is “driver’s preference” in honor of his first day on the job she’s about to find out his preference is to use the noose. (21 pages)

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway (8-22-18)

6578 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a brand new tale generously illustrated with JustPaul renders and vidcaps.

A biology major from Michigan flies down to intern with Paul as he goes out to the reefs and obtains samples for the biology lab. At the end of the week they are both impressed (and more than a little aroused) at each other’s breath-holding skills. When Brooke says she can stay through the weekend, Paul jumps at the chance. What follows is a wonderfully wild weekend of underwater breath-holds in various locations leading to sexual passion. (28 pages; 38 renders)

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