The chore 2.9 (20)

Posted on October 7, 2024 by riwa

Note: an older story re-edited and reposted.

Melissa finished up the dishes and vacuumed the floor before deciding it was time to go out and do the weekly spa maintenance. Normally her husband tested the water and added the chemicals. But she’d agreed to do it for him while he was away on business.

He was only going to be gone a couple of days. The spa could have waited until he got back. But there wasn’t anything to it. She’d cheerfully offered to take care of it for him just as soon as she dropped him off at the airport, drove back to the house and cleaned up their breakfast dishes.

What Melissa didn’t know was that her husband had made an agreement with the next door neighbor to take care of a little chore for him while he was gone. Pulling away from the curb, she never looked into her rearview mirror. Thus, she never saw him reach into his business jacket, pull out his cell phone and make a call.

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Humming a pleasant tune, Melissa stepped out the front door into the patio area. She walked over to the hot tub where she proceeded to open the cover. She lifted it up and folded it over with a loud “CLUMP!”

It was heavy and awkward. That was the main reason why she allowed her husband to do the spa maintenance most of the time. But she managed it without too much trouble.

She walked around to the front of it next to the wooden step ladder they used to step up into the spa. Bending over, she peered down into the spa. Melissa hoped she wouldn’t find anything floating around or sitting in the bottom that needed to be brought out.

There wasn’t anything in the water that needed her attention. She gave a little sniff before concluding the water was all right other than the weekly maintenance. It wasn’t due to be drained and refilled for another month or so.

Still humming her tune, she went back inside. Melissa retrieved the pitcher her husband used for mixing the chemicals. Then she went back outside to the spa and filled the pitcher with water.

Going back inside the house with the pitcher, she found the bottle of chemicals. Melissa added the proper mixture to the water. Then she stirred it with the plastic stir spoon her husband had “borrowed” from her kitchen.

She had to make sure the powder was properly diluted. Then she carried the pitcher back outside. Melissa removed the little cover to the filter area before draining the contents of her pitcher inside.

She reached down outside the edge of the hot tub. Melissa found the external spa controls. That’s when she pushed the button to the “clean” jets.

The hot tub rumbled quietly to life as the water bubbled and churned. The 10 minute clean cycle would give her just enough time to go back inside and check her emails before adding the liquid chemicals. So Melissa went back into the house.

She sat down at her desk and checked her messages. The hot tub rumbled outside the window. None of her emails required her immediate attention.

There were 8 or 9 minutes left before completing the weekly maintenance. Melissa spent some time playing computer solitaire. She would hear the spa shut off when it was done.

She was startled by a tap on the window. She looked out to see her next-door neighbor looking in at her. She broke into a smile as she shut down her computer.

“I’ll be right out, Sally. Just doing some spa maintenance.” Then she got up from her office chair and headed out.

Sally was divorced with no children. Melissa’s husband Robert went over to help out every now and then with the occasional repair request. The woman had a trim, athletic physique, with nice, firm breasts.

Her crimson hair seemed to glow whenever the sun caught it just right. She was 5 inches taller than Melissa. Sally was pleasant enough as a next-door neighbor.

Melissa stepped out the door before motioning over at a couple of patio chairs. “Hi Sally; have a seat. You out for a morning run or something?” Her neighbor was wearing a tightly clad tank top, shorts and sneakers,

“Yeah,” the redhead replied as she accepted the chair and sat down.

Sally looked her neighbor up and down before motioning toward the spa. “The jets are running. Is he making you do the weekly maintenance? I see you’re not in your swimsuit.”

“I said I’d do it after I dropped him off at the airport. He’s got that business meeting, you know.”

“Oh, yeah. I think you mentioned something about that the other day.”

“Would you like to use our spa after you finish your run? I can always get my suit and join you if you don’t want to be alone.”

“Sure – that’d be great!”

The two talked for several minutes about nothing in particular. The hot tub suddenly went quiet, completing its clean cycle. Melissa rose up, causing Sally to stand with her.

“I’ve got to add some liquid to it. I’ll only be a minute.”

Melissa excused herself. She opened the door and went into the house. That’s when Sally walked over to the hot tub.

She stood in the narrow space between it and the house. Idly brushing her hand through the warm water, she stared down into the spa as a mental picture entered her mind. It was one of her and Robert alone together.

‘Soon,’ she thought. ‘Soon fantasy will become reality, just as soon as I finish this one little chore for him.’

She heard the screen door and turned to see Melissa emerge from around the edge of the house. A bottle of liquid and a little measuring container were in her hands. Melissa cried out in surprise to see her neighbor standing next to the spa, hidden from view until she cleared the edge of the house…

“Oh, there you are, Sally. You startled me.”

“Sorry. I was just checking the temperature. It feels great.”

“You’re more than welcome to use it after your run, Sally. Just gotta add this stuff to it first.”

Melissa opened the bottle and poured a small amount into her container, measuring out about a couple of ounces. She poured it into the main body of the hot tub. Then she twisted the cap back onto the bottle.

She walked around the side of the spa to the exterior controls. Melissa hit the clean cycle once more, causing the jets to come back to life. “10 more minutes and it’ll be done and ready to use,” she said to her neighbor as she headed back into the house. “Don’t go away; I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere.” Sally smiled, her eyes flashing. Melissa smiled back before going back into the house to put the bottle of fluid and the measuring container away.

“10 minutes, eh?” Sally said to herself as she brushed her hand through the warm water again. “I can wait that long. Don’t want to use it until it’s ready.”

She grinned inwardly at the thoughts she was entertaining. ‘Ready in 10; dead in 15; Robert is mine in 20.’

She heard the screen door open, interrupting her thoughts. Once more Melissa emerged. “Come look at my tulips,” she suggested cheerfully, waving at the redhead. Sally dutifully followed her over to the flower bed in the corner

They spent the next several minutes talking about what vegetation would be suitable to add to Melissa’s current collection. There was mention of taking a trip to a greenhouse together. It was a discussion Sally found ironically amusing.

Here they were talking about Melissa’s flora and fauna as well as a future trip to the store together. Yet the unsuspecting woman’s life was now being measured in mere minutes. Sally had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, even as her heart quickened at the thought of what she was about to do.

The spa jets abruptly shut off. It sent an erotic shiver coursing through the redhead’s body.

It was time…

“Oh good; it’s done,” a naïve Melissa observed cheerfully as she looked over at the spa, acknowledging the silence in the patio.

“That’s all there is to it?” Sally asked as she slowly walked back toward the hot tub. Her heart beat so loudly in her chest that she was afraid her intended victim might hear it.

“That’s it,” Melissa responded cheerfully, instinctively following the redhead back toward the spa.

“You don’t have to, like… wait or anything?”

“Nope; it’s all ready to use. The jets mixed the chemicals around and diluted them real good. We could get in right now if you wanted.”

Melissa looked at her next door neighbor. Then she chuckled softly. “I suppose we should change into our suits first.”

Sally acted fascinated. “Really? It’s ready? I thought you had to wait a while!”

Melissa watched as her neighbor approached the spa. Sally moved into the little space between the hot tub and the house. Melissa instinctively went over to join her as she motioned at the water.

“Nope; we don’t have to wait at all. It’s ready to go. You can put your hand in it. Go right ahead! The chemicals won’t hurt or anything!”

Sally had already confirmed that. Still, she reached down and tentatively brushed the surface of the water before submerging her hand to the wrist. Her heart hammered in her chest as a lump developed in her throat. At the same time she found herself strangely aroused by the whole thing.

“See?” Melissa confirmed with a smile as she put her own hand in and swirled it around. “It’s all ready to go!”

She looked at her neighbor curiously. “You want to use it now? I can go in and get into my swimsuit while you go home and change.”

Sally stared at her for a long moment. The irony of Melissa’s words were not lost on her. Yeah, she wanted to ‘use’ it right now!

She almost laughed out loud despite the anxiety she was feeling. Could she really go through with it? Why was she so aroused all of the sudden??

“Actually, I probably need to go on my run right now,” she blurted out, speaking faster than she wanted. “But there’s this one little chore I’ve got to do first.”

“Oh?” the unsuspecting Melissa asked with a smile. “What chore is that?”

“THIS!”

Sally lashed out and grabbed Melissa’s shoulders. Then she forced her to bend over the side into the water.

Melissa cried out in surprise. A moment later her head was submerged in the warm water of the spa. Her neighbor’s hand adjusted its grip, grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her head under.

For a moment she hung over the edge in stunned surprise. It had come as a shock, a total surprise. Was Sally playing around?

“I’m sorry it has to end this way,” her neighbor’s voice said above the surface. “But it’s time for you to die, Melissa. This way Robert and I can be together.”

Had she heard right?? Melissa couldn’t believe it. But she couldn’t get her head up out of the water.

She screamed a froth of bubbles in horror. A moment later her legs started kicking wildly as her hands flailed for the surface. But she couldn’t get any leverage, bent over the side of the hot tub the way she was.

“Stop squirming around!” Sally demanded. “Will you just drown already? Robert and I have been planning this for weeks!

Melissa couldn’t believe it! This couldn’t be happening! A moment later Sally lost her grip as Melissa fully tumbled into the hot tub.

Melissa scrambled to get her arms underneath her. Somehow she managed to push herself up to the surface. She frantically gasped for breath, only to feel her neighbor’s hands on her head, forcing her back under the surface.

She screamed instinctively, sending another froth of bubbles to the surface. Melissa felt around with her hands, trying to pry herself free from Sally’s grip. She thrashed about in pure terror, utterly astonished this was happening to her.

Sally found herself becoming both eager and impatient. She hollered, “C’MON, BITCH – DROWN ALREADY!” She used all her strength to push down on her next door neighbor’s head as though she could somehow force her to inhale.

Melissa was unable to dislodge her killer’s hands. She flailed with her arms, splashing water as she kicked and thrashed about. She was disoriented and out of breath, her lungs screaming at her as they demanded to be refilled.

Sally became even more impatient. This was taking too long. What if somebody stopped by or pulled into the driveway?

“HURRY UP – I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY! DROWN, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!”

Melissa screamed away what was left of her breath. Then her lungs gave out. The reflex to breathe became too much to hold back.

Melissa inhaled sharply. Water went down her throat as she swallowed and gurgled. Instantly her struggles morphed from the panicked thrashings of a would-be victim to the spasms of a woman caught up in the painful throes of drowning.

Her breathing reflex involuntarily pulled more water into her lungs. Melissa spasmed and convulsed, her body violently trying to expel the liquid invasion taking place. But she was too far gone.

Her struggles lessened as her legs kicked haphazardly. Her arms waved feebly in the water as though getting mixed signals from the brain. She still could not raise her head above the surface.

Her mouth opened and closed as though the act of trying to breathe could somehow will much-needed air back down into her system. She tried to scream again. But her lungs were full of fluid. Nothing came out other than a few dribbles of air.

Sally sensed the end was nigh. She lessened her grip in her drowning neighbor’s hair, realizing she didn’t have to hold on so tightly. “That’s it, Melissa,” she murmured encouragingly. “Let go of that nasty air. Swallow all that water for Robert and I.”

As her neighbor spasmed and convulsed, tiny bursts of air bubbled up through Melissa’s flowing hair. Sally experienced a strange flush of warmth as an unexpected orgasm washed through her body. She was shocked over how erotic the whole damned thing had become.

Melissa went limp in her grasp. The few solitary blips of air that escaped the woman’s flooded lungs were barely noticeable as they dribbled up through her waving brown strands of hair. Sally finally let go of her next door neighbor.

She stood up straight as the shock of what she had just done sank in. She watched incredulously as Melissa’s lifeless body floated quietly, gently bobbing up and down. The surface of the spa was smoothing out from the previous violence of the struggle.

“That was amazing!” she gasped breathlessly while staring at the body of her drowned neighbor. Then she thought about the woman’s husband. A surge of excitement flowed through her body.

“Robert’s mine!” she breathed with growing excitement. “Thanks, Melissa. Your drowning was… it was… my GAWD; it was hot!”

Sally looked all around. It wouldn’t do to leave the cover open for anyone to see. So she reached over and lifted it up, allowing it to fold closed with a loud CLUMP.

Just to make sure, she latched it tight. She didn’t want any of the neighborhood kids to come sneaking in and nosing around. It wouldn’t do to have them peaking inside without at least making it a little more difficult for them.

She turned and made her way into the house. She found a phone and dialed Robert’s cell phone. She let it ring a couple of times before hanging up. That was the signal the “chore” had been completed.

She walked back outside. Sally paused to look at the closed spa one last time. “Well, Melissa? You’ve done your chores… and now I’ve done mine. Thanks for the use of your husband.” Then she headed out for her morning run, her chore completed…

2007; 2020 (written for “Melissa” Apr 7 ’07; ed. Oct 4 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures of the ex-Mrs. Riwa posing for the story many years ago are added for illustration purposes.)

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Trash Day 4.6 (47)

Posted on September 30, 2024 by riwa

It was Trash Day… well, that’s what we all called it. It was the day when management got rid of its poorest performing employees. It was termination day… literally.

I scrambled to get my work done while anxiously watching the clock on the wall. I didn’t dare leave early, much as I wanted to. That could get a person terminated just as fast as anything else. Nobody wanted to break company rules on Trash Day on the off-chance management might be looking for an excuse to get rid of someone.

You could cut the tension with a knife the moment Kirk walked onto the floor. He’s in charge of company security. We all knew why he was there.

Nobody made eye contact with him. Instead, we all studied our computer terminals, hoping he wasn’t coming for us. That’s when I began typing something on my keyboard, trying to appear busy in the hope he would pass me by.

A hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder, and I jumped with a start. I turned to look as my heart leapt into my chest. He calmly said to me, “C’mon, Katie; let’s go.”

I gulped as I stammered, “S-seriously, Kirk?” He just nodded at me. I gulped again as I numbly rose to my feet. It was no use protesting or resisting him.

He escorted me down the aisle to the elevator. No one made eye contact with me. They all knew where I was going. Maybe they were afraid Kirk might take one of them along with me if they even so much as looked in our direction.

We entered the elevator together. When the door closed, it felt as though I had just been cut off from the outside world. I had the sense of having just been enclosed inside my coffin.

We rode the elevator down without saying a word to each other. But I noticed he was already developing a bulge in his pants. Damn him; was he looking forward to this??

I knew what awaited me. The thought of it terrified me. And yet I found myself experiencing a growing, erotic thrill.

What would it feel like? Would I be dying alone? In a few moments, I would be receiving answers to those questions.

We reached the basement, and the elevator door whooshed open. Kirk escorted me down a long hall. I felt like a condemned woman taking the long walk to the gallows while being escorted by her executioner.

I knew exactly where we were going. The execution room was down on this floor at the end of the hall. I only had a few more moments to compose myself before facing my destiny.

I heard sobbing as we approached. My body stiffened as horrid realization set in. I would be dying soon, but it sounded as though I would not be dying alone. How many were in there?

Kirk took my trembling hand as he led me inside. That’s when I saw them. There would only be two others joining me on Trash Day.

I immediately recognized Libby. She was the company whore. I saw she was already down to her bra and panties as she stepped up onto her stool.

I was not surprised by her presence. Even I had partaken of her delights in the past. But management was always executing the company whore after a year or two. Unless they were extraordinarily talented, they usually didn’t last much longer than that.

She gave me a knowing look. Was she happy seeing I would be hanging with her? But I could not return the look because I was in shock at seeing who would be joining us.

My secret lesbian lover Darlina was sitting on the middle stool. She was naked except for a pair of nylons on her legs. Her head was in her hands, and she was sobbing in despair.

I gasped in shock. “Darlina? NO! Not you too??”

I had been wondering on the trip down in the elevator how she was going to be notified about my death and what her reaction would be. But that little issue had just become moot. She would simply be hanging to death right next to me.

Burt had his gun out. Had Darlina given him trouble? I could not fathom what she was doing down here, unless of course it was because of our relationship.

She tried to rise up and rush into my arms. Burt just pushed her back down, telling her to finish stripping and not to cause any trouble. She promptly went back to sobbing.

Did he know about us? Had the company found out? Was that the reason we were hanging together with the company whore??

Instinctively, I tried to save her. “Burt; no! Not Darlina!? I’ll do anything… anything you want!”

“It’s not up to me, Katie,” he replied coldly. “You know how it goes. We don’t pick ‘em. We just execute ‘em. Now get yourself over here and get undressed.”

He motioned at the empty stool next to Darlina, the lethal coil dangling above it. I gulped as I stared at it. I would be hanging to death right next to my lesbian lover.

I panted like crazy as I moved over to my stool. Meanwhile, Libby had just finished removing her underwear. That’s when she stoically climbed up onto hers.

Kirk made her grab the coil and loop it around her neck. Once she’d completed that task, he promptly cuffed her wrists behind her back. She panted heavily without saying a word, perhaps lost in her own thoughts over what were about to be her final moments of life.

Darlina finished removing her nylons as I blurted out, “Burt, aren’t you listening? I said I’d do anything you want!” He just pointed his gun at me before quietly telling me, “Katie, what I want is for you to strip out of all your damn clothes.”

Kirk retrieved a small trash can, setting it in the middle of the floor. He quickly scooped up the discarded garments and tossed them inside. Then he moved behind Darlina to help her up onto her stool.

I gulped as I slipped out of my heels. Then I winced as I tossed them into the trash. They were rather expensive. But I figured that’s where they were going to end up anyway.

My nylons came off next. I was in the middle of pulling down my panties when I heard Darlina whimper as her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Then Kirk started to help her up onto her stool.

We had made love to each other just the other night. We had even talked about Trash Day during our time together. But she hadn’t wanted to talk about it.

Last night, an erotic image of her hanging to death naked had briefly flashed through my mind. Now I felt guilty over having imagined it, especially since it was about to become reality. I felt as though it was my fault for somehow “wishing” it into existence.

I stammered, “Burt; no!” I was concerned for poor Darlina. He just aimed his gun right at me. I winced, trying to fight back the tears as I slowly pulled my panties down off my legs.

My heart was racing as I finished removing my clothes. By then, the company whore and my lover were standing upon their stools. Libby remained silent, while Darlina kept sniffling and sobbing.

Burt cuffed my wrists behind my back. That’s when it hit me just how serious things had become. I felt such terror that I almost lost control of my bladder.

I got so weak and dizzy that I almost fainted. But underneath it all, I felt a perverse excitement coursing through my veins. I was actually going to witness two other hangings besides my own, one of them being my secret lesbian lover.

“Katie’s a short one, Burt,” Kirk reminded him.

Burt nodded with understanding. “I know. That’s why I brought the phone books along.” Kirk just laughed.

Two thick phone books were placed upon my stool. Then Burt told me to step up. “But I’ll fall!” I whined.

“Only when we want you to fall,” he replied, a trace of amusement in his voice.

He worked to get me up onto those phone books upon my stool. I don’t know how he managed to loop the noose around my neck. But somehow he accomplished it.

Feeling it caress my skin almost made me lose my balance. It terrified me so badly that I wanted to scream. But underneath it all was a pervading sense of perverse excitement.

“Katie?” Darlina gasped as she looked over at me. It must have just hit her that I was truly about to hang right along with her. At that very moment, she actually seemed more concerned about my welfare than she did about her own.

I kept gasping for breath while trying to compose myself. I was feeling more and more excitement over the prospect of hanging to death. What made it even more shamefully erotic was the knowledge that Darlina was going to hang naked right next to me.

I was terrified; I was heartbroken; I was inconsolable. And yet deep down, I felt a growing sense of thrilling anticipation over watching her last moments as she fought for her life in the noose. What the hell was wrong with me??

I probably would have handled it much better if I would have been hanging on my own. But there were two other naked women hanging with me, including my lover. Seeing her noosed and nude was such that my arousal and shame were clear off the charts.

Burt did me no favors as he felt me up around my crotch once I was on my stool. I’d heard that executioners were permitted to amuse themselves during the procedure. And he was certainly amusing himself.

“Turned on that we’re about to hang; are we, Katie?” he chuckled with amusement. “Or is it because your lesbian lover is about to hang with you?” So the company knew about us after all, did they?

I winced and whimpered as he fingered my slit. Could he read my mind? Could he sense my innermost thoughts, shameful thoughts concerning watching Darlina hang to death?

My horrified lover cried out, “Katie??” Libby just gave us a smug look as though she’d known about us all along. But she said nothing as she looked away in contempt. She didn’t see Kirk standing behind her, about to kick her stool out from underneath her.

“You gonna cum for us, Katie, while you hang to death?” Burt asked. “You gonna show your lover how a noose-whore swings? We all know the company whore here is going to put on one hell of a performance. You should put on a good one for Darlina’s sake.”

“I’ll see you in hell, Burt!” Libby blurted out as he cupped my boobs.

“Not until after your final dance, bitch!” Then he kicked her stool out from underneath her.

Libby let out a cry as her stool clattered away. Then she hit the end of her rope and started to suffer, her boobs bouncing as she kicked it up. Darlina was shocked as she cried out, “OHMYGAWD!”

I turned to have a look, my heart racing as my pussy dripped my perverse arousal. Burt was busy cupping and hefting my boobs as he turned to look as well. “One down; two to go,” he observed with cruel amusement.

My breathing was heavy and labored as I watched Libby’s dance of death. It was horrific seeing her fight for her next breath. But my shameful arousal at watching her kick and suffer was such that I was afraid I was actually going to cum right then and there.

I was sure Kirk was going to hang my lover right away. But for some reason, he delayed. The guys had paused from their cruel amusements to enjoy Libby’s performance.

Darlina and I both watched in horror as Libby swung back and forth in the noose. She kicked up a storm as she instinctively fought to live. Her boobs bounced a lot as she wriggled and squirmed.

Burt cruelly fingered me as I watched Libby’s dance. When I winced and clenched, he gave me a smirk and a knowing look. I just prayed he wouldn’t blab it out to Kirk or my lover.

Libby’s rasps grew quieter as she lost her voice, the noose choking it off. Her chest heaved as she went into spasms and convulsions. Burt pulled his fingers out just in time or he would have felt me clenching in orgasm.

I watched as Libby’s bladder suddenly gave way. Drool spilled off her tongue onto her tits. She had entered the twilight of her dance, with very little life remaining in her.

Darlina was so horrified that she let out a sob as she started to cry. “We’ll have none of that,” Kirk declared. Then he kicked her stool away.

Darlina’s scream was heart-wrenching. It was immediately cut off as her rope snugged up tight around her neck. Then her legs began pedaling.

I was so perversely aroused at seeing my lover suffer that I could feel another orgasm coming on strong. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to stop it. But would it happen before or after I ultimately left my position on top of my stool?

Darlina kicked and swung with a violent passion. I was horrified at seeing her terror as she tried to breathe. But I was also incredibly aroused.

During one of our lovemaking sessions, I had choked her once. In response, she had violently climaxed. I have never forgotten that moment. But now she was suddenly cumming as though her very life depended on it. And it was such an incredible turn-on!

She fought so hard that her foot came in contact with the phone books upon my stool. That’s when I lost my balance, pitching forward off my solid footing as the phone books slid off my toppling stool.

I heard Kirk’s amused voice from behind us as I hit the end of my rope. “Did you see that, Burt? She can’t wait to have her lover swing right along with her. She actually kicked her stool over!” That’s when I heard Burt’s laughter coming from somewhere behind me.

I kicked for solid footing as the noose cinched up tight around my neck. I lost all control as I swung back and forth until I tried to take a breath. The orgasm that immediately swept through me was as intense and welcome as it was shameful.

Unfortunately, my Darlina put on a performance for the ages. There was no way in hell she was going to give up the fight so easily. She kicked and twisted until cum spewed out of her slit for a second time.

I felt it swell within me yet again upon seeing her climax. Then I saw little agonal spasms in Libby’s dangling, naked body. That’s when I climaxed all over again.

I was having great difficulty trying to breathe. I tried to regain control by struggling not to kick so much. And I tried to remain still, hoping the noose would not tighten any further. But it was a hopeless task.

I glanced over and saw Kirk examining Libby. I heard him say she was still alive. I could only imagine the suffering she was going through, not being able to get a decent breath of air down into her lungs.

My lover’s knees suddenly jerked upwards. Then her bladder emptied itself. Her face was red, her mouth gaping open. I don’t know why, but it made me shudder with such shameful pleasure.

I could feel myself preparing to fight my own noose. I tried to remain still. Then my knee came up, and I could feel myself starting to lose control.

Libby was gently swaying back and forth in her noose. The floor underneath her was wet from her piss. In a way, it seemed perversely fitting to me: the company whore ending her life at the end of a noose, pissing her last moments away.

I suddenly lost all control as I started kicking like crazy. Darlina had slowed down, and looked to be in her death throes. Then she started back up, kicking me as we danced a duet for our executioners, a lesbian-lover ballet.

Our boobs bounced as we jerked and spasmed. Then Darlina appeared to exhaust herself rather abruptly. Her chest hitched as stray muscles fired, indicating she was just about gone. I was the only one left to entertain Burt and Kirk.

I pedaled in place before wriggling like a worm. My knees jerked upward as I shamefully squirted yet another orgasm all over the floor. Those few shameful moments of pleasure were all that briefly separated me from never-ending agony.

I heard amusement in Burt’s voice… “Katie here sure seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, but her lover is just about gone,” Kirk replied, checking for a pulse. “She gave us a pretty good show though. How’s Katie doing? What’s she got left to show us?”

“Let’s find out,” Burt remarked, eyeing me with a cruel smile.

My head felt like it was going to explode. I could not keep my mouth closed. Drool spilled out onto my heaving boobs.

I was just settling down when Burt pulled out his baton. Then he rammed it hard up my cunt. I gawked as I shuddered before shamefully pissing myself. Then I began kicking anew, my body fighting like hell as I wriggled and twisted.

My body wanted to live; oh, how it wanted to live! My heart was racing as my face turned red. And I could feel another one swelling within me yet again.

I looked over to see the company whore dangling limp. Urine dripped out of her slit. There were a couple of agonal muscle spasms.

Next to me hung Darlina. She was gently swaying back and forth. Observing her nudity and her dripping slit sent shameful tingles of pleasure rippling through me.

I could feel internal organs dying from the damage done by Burt’s baton. My performance was finally shutting down. So he made sure to ram the damned thing all the way up to the handle.

I shuddered again from a small, sexual release. I jerked and spasmed a couple times. But my breath had been cut off. And I was starting to lose feeling in my legs.

Kirk began to examine my lover. He groped and fondled her all over. Normally, she hated the touch of another man. But there was nothing she could do about it now. Besides, she was too far gone to care.

Burt sucked on my nipples. Kirk asked if lesbian ones tasted any different than heterosexual ones. Burt replied, “How should I know? Ask her?”

He pointed at me. But I didn’t give an answer. I couldn’t get any air past my lips. Besides, I was too busy drooling and dying.

He rammed the baton hard and deep inside me. I hardly felt it. Then he bit down hard on a nipple. But I was so far gone that I barely flinched.

I finally lost my sense of vision. I couldn’t see anything anymore. And I couldn’t feel anything below my waist.

I heard the guys speaking to each other. But they sounded as though they were somewhere far away…

“Libby’s done. I can’t get a pulse now.”

“Katie’s almost gone too. When I ram my baton up inside her, she hardly flinches. How’s Darlina?”

“I think I got a… no, wait. It’s gone. No pulse.”

“Damn! Well, this sure was entertaining as hell. Which one do you think was the best?”

“Well, the company slut was good. And Darlina put on one hell of a show. But Katie was just as animated. Hell, I think she got off on it more than the others.”

“I think you’re right. Katie gets my vote too. I know she climaxed several times. Anyway, we’ll leave ‘em up for an hour before we take ‘em down. Then we’ll leave ‘em on the floor for the cleaning crew to deal with.”

I didn’t hear or feel anything else after that…

After the appointed hour, we all ended up in a pile on the floor. At least Burt was thoughtful enough to leave his baton rammed up my cunt.

2023 (written for Twiddle Oct 21 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by the images made for him by Gallows Girl Amy.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (10)

Posted on September 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming October rewards

Keri and Flora at the Club
The apartment hunk
Envious
Karyn-out with a bang
Dreams do come true
Best laid plans 6
I want to make it work
Slippery when wet
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 3
My sister’s Keeper
Vacation 7
The sorority gets Edward
And any bonus stories I might feel like including

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

September has certainly been an interesting month around the world. There have been wars and rumors of wars. And the UN has been meeting to find a way to globalize some things. It reminds me of the first two horses of the apocalypse mentioned in Revelation chapter six. Now it seems like we’re just waiting for some sort of massive global event to occur to throw everything into even more chaos. Could that event be the rapture? Who knows.

By the time you get to reading the story I will have posted for October 4th, mom will be in having her gallbladder removed. Her symptoms finally settled down, and she’s been doing much better. We finally got hold of a doctor and got it scheduled, although it will be happening later than she wanted it done. This upcoming day in October was the next available opening he had to do it, so she took it. She’s tired of the whole thing and wants that little object yanked out of her. I can’t blame her, especially since I had mine done 3 and a half years ago.

There’s certainly a lot of chaos going on lately. It’s been enough to distract me from writing. Thankfully, I’ve got some stories ready to go. And I try to spend my time working on projects I think you’d enjoy reading.

I hope you are all doing well and are preparing for whatever might be coming. With all this craziness, who knows what the future holds. All I know is that I appreciate each and every one of you. Please take care of yourselves and your families. And as always, thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Our encounter with the Badjao 2 3.9 (31)

Posted on September 23, 2024 by riwa

My wife was full of questions for the interpreter on our way back to the resort. He calmly answered each and every one. Occasionally, he would ask one of the Badjao who would answer in their own tongue, which he interpreted.

Sandy was quite impressed with how long the Badjao could hold their breath. The interpreter explained their times varied, although most were good for anywhere from four to five minutes. The better ones could go even longer.

My wife asked if there had ever been any drownings. The reply was that there had been a few. But the Badjao were generally quite good at monitoring each other. Their endangered comrades had usually been gotten to the surface quickly and had been revived with relative ease.

Sandy asked about all the sex that took place underwater. The interpreter repeated the question to one of the nearby Badjao females. Her interpreted reply indicated holding one’s breath at a depth in the sea contributed to feelings of great arousal. It was difficult, if not impossible, to dismiss the erotic sensations without eventually acting upon them.

Sandy asked her if she had ever drowned, or come dangerously close to drowning. The female replied she had gotten carried away on more than one occasion. Being close to the point of drowning had resulted in a more intense experience. She was always struggling with trying to be more careful at the bottom of the ocean.

I was not surprised at her next question. Sandy wanted to know if there was any way for us to improve our time underwater long enough so we could go to the bottom with the Badjao and spend some “quality” time with them without an air source. The interpreter simply gave her a knowing smile…
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The next day, we were taken out to a small cove a short distance from the resort. We went with another couple from California named Waylen and Casiane. They also wanted to experience what it was like to swim with the Badjao without an air supply.

We all wore goggles and swimsuits, as the experience was designed to promote productivity more than sexuality. Sandy was understandably disappointed. The California woman was even more unhappy about it.

We ended up on a floating platform anchored to the ocean floor. There were six Badjao waiting for us: four males and two females. Two of the males were to work the lines and would remain at the surface.

There was an interpreter onsite, but there was not much talking. We received pouches to bring up shells and pearls. Then the Badjao showed us how to use the knives we had received without accidentally cutting ourselves.

The water was not much deeper than fifteen or twenty feet down. Sandy and I were shown how to ride one of the lines down. The California couple was shown how to ride the other one.

When we were ready, the other two Badjao couples dove into the water ahead of us. They swam down to await our arrival. That’s when we rode the lines down, each of us standing together on metal pipes.

We were not at the bottom for long. The Badjao immediately instructed us to pull on our lines. We were promptly hauled right back up to the surface.

We were kept topside until we’d been given enough time to catch our breath. Then we headed back down. I guess the Badjao didn’t want any of us to drown our first time down.

We went down for a second time. This time, the Badjao motioned for us to stay with our lines. For the time being, we simply held our breath until we needed to be pulled back up. Then the Badjao swam up with us.

We all caught our breath up at the surface. Then the Badjao swam back down. They were waiting for us when we returned to the bottom.

On our third trip down, we were motioned to leave our lines. We separated, pairing up with a Badjao of the same sex. Then we were shown how to pry loose any clams we found and to put them into our pouches without cutting ourselves.

When we were about to run out of air, we were instructed to swim back to our line to indicate we needed to return to the surface. When we were ready, Sandy and I returned to our line together, bubbles trickling out of our mouths and noses. The California couple also returned to their line at about roughly the same time.

I gave ours a pull, and we were hauled up. The Badjao smiled at us as though we were doing it correctly. Waylen and Casiane came up right next to us.

We paused up at the surface long enough to catch our breath. Then we went down for a fourth trip. Once more, we separated to pair up with a Badjao.

This time, it was the female Bituin who watched me as I pried clams off the bottom. She was quite attractive. She was not nude, but I still found myself sexually attracted to her.

Most of the clams were loose, as though they had deliberately been left there for training purposes. But I found a couple that were attached and needed some effort. She smiled and nodded with approval at my efforts to dislodge them.

She motioned for me to keep track of my dive partner Sandy. As soon as I saw her heading for our line, I immediately stopped what I was doing and headed over as well. My wife smiled and bubbled at me as we climbed on, and together we rode the line up.

We popped up at the surface and gasped for breath. The California couple were already topside and getting ready for their next descent. They seemed happy with the experience thus far.

The Badjao came up shortly after that. There was some discussion between them and the interpreter. They talked and nodded as though things were progressing smoothly.

“What do you think?” I finally asked Sandy.

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.”

“We’re not as deep as we were the other day.”

“I know. But it’s still pretty exciting. I’m getting turned on the longer we stay down and hold our breath.”

We waited topside until the Badjao all swam down ahead of us. Then we rode our lines back down. This time, Sandy and I were instructed to remain paired up as we went to look for clams.

We stayed close to each other, looking for something to put in our pouches. Much of the time, we did not have to use our knives. But there were a couple times when they were required to get the clams loose from the formations.

We stayed down for quite a while as we hunted for clams. A couple of Badjao drifted nearby, keeping an eagle eye on us. We just tried to remain focused on the task at hand while staying down for as long as we could.

We finally headed for the line together. We stood upon our pipe, and I gave the signal. Sandy kissed me all the way up as she ground into my bulging suit.

We popped up and handed over our full pouches. We were promptly given empty ones. I smiled at Sandy as I told her we were becoming more and more like the Badjao.

She declared, “Not yet, we’re not. I’m getting horny!” Then she promptly removed her bikini pieces, a lustful glint in her eye. I smiled as I removed my suit as well.

About that time, the California couple came up. The woman promptly declared, “If they’re getting naked, I’m getting naked!” That’s when Casiane immediately shed her bikini, causing Waylen to remove his suit as well.

We rode our line back down, feeling like true Badjao now that we were naked. We looked around for more clams to collect. But we had to wander a little farther away from our line to do so.

The Badjao quickly returned to observe us. This time, they were both naked as well. Sandy’s nipples were incredibly hard. But then again, so was my dick.

We looked for more clams in the vicinity of our line. But it felt different while we were doing it buck-naked. Besides, it was hard to concentrate with the erection I had.

The male Badjao named Kagirim got a little too close to my wife. She promptly latched onto his dick with her mouth and started sucking. She had “lost the plot” as they say, opting for pleasure over the task at hand.

Bituin came over and smiled at me. She stroked my erection, causing me to “lose the plot” as well. A moment later, she was gobbling me down. The clams were promptly forgotten.

We stayed like that until Sandy broke away and swam for the line. I broke off the encounter and swam over as well until I caught up to her. But when I stood upon the pipe and yanked on the line, she slid down and took me into her mouth.

We went up that way, me clinging to the rope while my wife clung to my erection with her lips, her arms tightly wrapped around me. On the other line, Casiane was riding Waylen’s cock as they rode theirs up to the surface. The Badjao seemed to be greatly amused as they followed us up.

Some words were spoken to the interpreter up at the surface as we got our breath back. He then came over and put his hand out as he smiled at us. “They think you’re too preoccupied to continue fetching clams. So you might as well leave that stuff up here before you accidentally cut yourselves.”

Our knives and pouches ended up on the platform. The California couple (minus their knives and pouches) were already descending, their Badjao observers swimming ahead of them. Casiane was still impaled on Waylen’s dick.

We motioned we were ready for a return trip to the bottom. Bituin and Kagirim went down ahead of us. Then our line was lowered until we reached the bottom.

Sandy wasted no time latching onto my cock with her mouth. She had clearly developed an appetite. I just happened to be the cock nearest to her.

While she was sucking me, Bituin slid between her legs on her back and started to feast on her lady parts. I thought Sandy was going to lose it right then and there. But she somehow maintained her composure without losing her breath.

To my surprise, Kagirim came up behind Sandy. Bituin came off my wife’s quivering slit long enough to suck on his cock for a moment or two. Then she guided his erection into my wife’s winking opening.

Sandy went wild, totally swallowing me whole as she grunted and bubbled. Bituin went back to feasting on her swollen nub, her body wedged between both Sandy’s legs and Kagirim’s. Meanwhile, Kagirim thrust into my wife from behind.

If there was ever a time to lose one’s breath and composure, I presume that would have been it. Amazingly, Sandy just kept sucking me. Well, mostly she kept me deep down her throat as she grunted up bubbles out of her mouth and nose from Kagirim’s thrusts.

I glanced over at our companions from California. Casiane was on her back on the bottom, getting pounded by the male Badjao Macario. Meanwhile, Waylen had the other female Badjao Diwata sitting in his lap, fully impaled on his dick.

Sandy lost a huge burst of bubbles, causing her to come off my dick. She broke away and went for the line. She was standing on the pipe, pulling on the line like mad, when Kagirim wrapped his arms around her, entering her from behind. They went up like that together.

Bituin helped me swim up with her. It was not that far away, and I figured I could hold my breath long enough to get topside. We all made it up, the four of us panting like crazy as we paused from our sexual gyrations.

“Now I feel like a Badjao!” Sandy proclaimed. “Fuck; that was intense!”

I smiled as I told her, “I thought you were gonna drown.”

“I thought I was too! I almost let myself go; it was that incredible.”

The California couple came up, along with their Badjao escorts. But Sandy was ready for a return trip to the bottom. “I wanna go back down right now!”

She made Kagirim climb onto the pipe so she could climb into his lap. She impaled herself on his erection. Then she pointed at the water as she hollered at the Badjao manning their line… “Down – down; I wanna go down!”

Bituin motioned at me if I could get down on my own. I nodded and pointed downward. Together, we headed down under our own power, pulling with our arms while scissoring with our legs.

Sandy and Kagirim bottomed out before promptly leaving their line. She immediately came off his cock and turned around. Then she bent over and practically begged him to thrust into her from behind again.

Bituin grinned at me before swimming over toward my wife. She rolled over onto her back and slid underneath. Then she grabbed my wife’s ass and began feasting again, this time in a 69 position.

She and Kagirim must have done this maneuver many times before. I watched him pull out of my wife and thrust his cock between Bituin’s lips. Then he pulled out of her mouth and thrust back into my wife.

Sandy went crazy. She anxiously motioned me over until I moved in between Bituin’s legs. Then she took me into her mouth, gobbling me down.

After about half a minute, she pulled me out of her mouth. Then she guided me into Bituin’s winking slit. I thrust into the sexy Badjao as my wife went to work on the woman’s swollen nub.

I glanced over to see what the California couple were doing. The women were on their backs, side by side on the ocean bottom as they turned and kissed each other. Macario was thrusting into Casiane while Waylen fucked Diwata.

About that time, Sandy pulled my cock out of Bituin and began gobbling me down again. I noticed Bituin had pulled Kagirim’s cock out of my wife and was eagerly sucking him down as well. The women sucked us before Sandy motioned she needed to surface again.

We all separated. This time, Sandy and Bituin went over to the line together. After they signaled to be brought up, they engaged in a passionate embrace, kissing each other deeply.

I looked at Kagirim who looked at me. There was a bit of a smile on his face as though we understood each other. Then we began the swim up to the surface.

We reached the platform where Sandy and Bituin were still kissing passionately. I don’t know how they expected to catch their breath that way. Then the California couple popped up with their Badjao escorts.

There was no thought given of continuing our training for clam-diving. We were all much too distracted. Our interpreter smiled, but politely kept silent.

Sandy and Bituin finally headed back down. So Kagirim and I followed them. I was curious to see what was going to happen next.

No sooner had they reached the ocean floor of the cove when Sandy and Bituin shifted into a 69 position, with Sandy horizontal upon her back. They drifted near the bottom, hungrily feasting on each other as they released the occasional bubble. For the moment, Kagirim and I simply stroked ourselves as we watched.

We were finally waved over to join them. Sandy frantically wanted my cock in her mouth. After a few hungry sucks, she inserted me into the sexy Badjao.

Meanwhile, Bituin gobbled down Kagirim, who had moved between Sandy’s legs. Then she inserted his erection into my horny wife. Together, we pounded the females as though we were in a sexual frenzy.

When my wife ran out of air, we all pulled apart. But she climbed into Kagirim’s lap, allowing him to work them both back to the surface under his own strength. Bituin and I took the line, with her in my lap impaled on my quivering manhood.

The California couple was at the surface when we came up. We all panted heavily for breath. The interpreter asked as to whether or not we had finished our session with the Badjao. Casiane blurted out, “Not on your life!” before she and Macario headed back down.

I casually leaned toward Sandy and said, “She’d better be careful down there.” Then I noticed how excited my wife had become.

I corrected myself by saying, “Actually, I think you’d better be careful down there.”

“Fuck that!” she blurted out enthusiastically. Then she and Kagirim filled their lungs and submerged.

“I guess that just leaves you and I,” I remarked as I smiled at Bituin. I don’t know if she understood me or not. But she certainly nodded her head as though she was looking forward to it.

She was still in my lap riding my cock as we went back down. Sandy and Kagirim were on the bottom and had already shifted positions until he was hammering her from behind, making her grunt up bubbles. I think that had just become her favorite position, at least when it came to being deep underwater.

When we got close enough, Bituin changed positions until I was entering her from behind with her legs wrapped around my waist. She and Sandy reached out and began kissing and pawing each other. They really seemed to be enjoying playing with each other.

We glanced over to check on that California couple. Casiane and Diwata were in a 69 position with the California woman underneath. They must have seen one of our positions and wanted to try it for themselves.

Waylen was fucking Diwata, while Macario fucked Casiane. It was unbelievably erotic. All those grunts and bubbles were such an incredible turn-on.

I was on the verge of cumming when something happened that was unexpected, yet not all that surprising. Casiane appeared to climax as she spewed up a whole mouthful of bubbles. A moment later, she began jerking and spasming as though she had inadvertently swallowed water.

Bituin suddenly clenched around my thrusting shaft, moaning and bubbling. She milked the cum right out of me as I thrust in hard and held my cock in place. Sandy went crazy, cumming and bubbling as Kagirim really pounded her.

Casiane was barely three seconds into drowning when their Badjao escorts scooped her up and hauled her to the surface. Waylen was right with them. Their line had been abandoned.

Our escorts promptly initiated our separation. Sandy and I swam over to the line and were quickly pulled up. Bituin and Kagirim swam up with us, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of trouble.

By the time we reached the surface, Casiane was already out of the water on the platform. She was coughing up phlegm, trying to wave off the Badjao… “I’m all right – I’m all right.” That’s when the interpreter came over and kindly told her, “We have to get you all in now.”

“Aww, so soon?”

“I’m afraid so. You had an incident that must be checked out.”

“Can’t we like…stay out a little longer? I promise I’m all right.” But the interpreter was adamant.

So that’s how our session ended. Sandy later told me how hard she’d cum seeing Casiane start to drown. And she confessed to Kagirim pumping quite a load inside her at roughly the same time.

For the time being, I decided not to share how Bituin and I had also endured quite a mutual climax watching poor Casiane swallow water…

2024 (written Feb 9 ’24 by riwa)

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Taylor’s followers part 3 4.5 (45)

Posted on September 16, 2024 by riwa

Carrie sat down on the cushioned bench. She leaned back as I helped her until she was lying flat on her back. Knowing my daughter was about to lose her head in just a few minutes began to fill me with a perverse thrill.

Her legs hung off the end as she shimmied forward until her head passed through the path of the blade. That’s when she seemed to catch sight of the basket below her. “Oh fuck!” she gasped.

“Getting real now, honey?”

“Gawd, mom; I…”

“First your lover Hilary. Then Debra. Next was Naomi. Now it’s your turn; right?”

“I… gawd, I…” Was she having second thoughts?

Chad brought the lunette over. I took it from him and went around front. Then I showed it to my naked daughter.

“This is for you, honey. Now you’re about to join the others. No take-backs; right?”

I slid it in place with a loud clatch. I made sure it was secure. Then I caressed my daughter’s neck.

“Right here, honey. The blade is going to slice through right here.”

“Gawd, mom! Maybe I ought to…”

“Ought to what, honey?”

“Maybe I ought to, like… wait a minute?”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I, uh…”

I walked around behind her where I swatted her ass. Then I said to Chad, “You told us the bodies get delivered to some processing plant?”

“That’s right, Mrs. Walker. We turn them into meat.”

“I see. I’m about to lose a daughter. But in her place I’m going to get a few nice, juicy pieces of meat. I do hope I get a nice helping of rump roast.” Then I swatted her ass again.

Chad fetched the handcuffs. Carrie reached forward with her arms and grabbed the rails as though testing the stability of the device. “Gawd, mom; I don’t know…”

Chad gave me the cuffs. I grabbed my daughter’s left wrist and roughly pulled it behind her back. Then I attached a cuff to it.

She let out a whimper as I grabbed the other one. Within seconds I had both wrists cuffed together behind her back. That’s when Carrie began to writhe around as though really having second thoughts about everything…

“Mom, I don’t know about this.”

“Oh, yes you do, honey.” Then I motioned at Chad and smiled. “I think her mouth needs something to settle her down.”

He was sporting another erection. I wanted to be nice to him for all the work he’d put into our time together. Besides, I knew my daughter would give him the best head, both literally and figuratively.

He went around front. Carrie started to put up a protest. Chad just thrust his dick between her lips.

She grunted as he filled her mouth. “That’s a good daughter,” I told her, my arousal starting to overwhelm me. “Suck the nice man’s cock, honey. He deserves it.”

She grunted as he thrust nice and slow between her lips. I went around behind her and began caressing her ass. Then I reached down and felt how wet she’d become.

She whimpered as I molested her. I was becoming more aroused by the moment. I fingered her dripping slit as Chad enjoyed another blowjob from a head that was soon to be separated from the rest of its body.

This was the last time I was going to spend quality time with my daughter. And I wanted it to be special. So I knelt down and worked my face into her crotch.

I began to lick and nibble. Carrie grunted and groaned with a mouthful of cock. I heard Chad gasp and sigh. My daughter always was a talented cocksucker.

I moaned as I feasted on her dripping cunt. I pulled away and gasped, “Damn, honey. You’re especially tasty today. Aren’t you incredibly excited? …about to lose your head and join the others?”

Carrie groaned again as Chad thrust harder. “All the way down her throat,” I instructed. “I’m sure she can take it that deep. I want to see if I can give her an orgasm while her mouth is stuffed with delicious man-meat.

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.” Chad smiled as he pushed it in deeper. Carrie gagged a little as I drove my tongue deep up her twat.

She writhed and groaned as Chad thrust in deeply while my tongue found her sweet spot. Carrie suddenly stiffened. Then she cried out into the cock in her mouth as she shuddered in orgasm.

I got a small mouthful of fluids for my efforts. Then I pulled away. “If only I’d brought my strap-on,” I murmured wistfully. “I’d love to fuck her while you’re beheading her.”

Chad smiled as he pointed over at a set of drawers. “In there, Mrs. Walker. You’d be surprised at the kind of requests I get in here. I’ll go get one if you want me too.”

“Never mind,” I waved dismissively as I stood up. “I’ll get it. You just make sure you get to leave a nice deposit for my darling daughter to swallow.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.”

I went over and checked a couple of drawers. I looked in one and found a black one that looked nice and big. Just the thing to fuck my daughter with during her beheading.

It had a little bump on the flange to work my clit while I was using it on her. Perfect. Now we could both cum while Carrie was losing her head.

I took my time attaching it to my naked waist. Chad continued thrusting as though he was taking his sweet time enjoying my daughter. Carrie just kept grunting with a mouthful of dick.

I walked up behind her and rubbed her ass. I found her dripping slit and pushed the tip of my toy against her opening. Then I slowly pushed my way inside.

Carrie cried out as the strap-on slowly filled her. I don’t know whether or not she had ever taken anything quite that large before. It filled me with such a perverse thrill knowing I’d be fucking my own daughter the moment she lost her head.

I was so horny that I didn’t waste much time. I began thrusting hard and deep. Carrie cried out into the cock down her throat as she rocked and grunted from my thrusts.

“That’s so hot watching you fuck your own daughter, Mrs. Walker. I think I’m going to cum.”

I laughed as I swatted her ass. “Here it comes, honey. Make sure you swallow it all.” Then I really began pounding her.

Chad tipped his head back and let out a roar. I rammed my daughter good and hard. Carrie grunted and shuddered as she climaxed while swallowing his seed. It was so hot that I orgasmed right along with her.

“Did she swallow it all?” I panted as I gave Chad a smile.

“Damn! That was great, Mrs. Walker.”

“You may head over and behead my daughter now,” I told him as I motioned with my head toward the controls. “I’ll tell you when I want the blade to fall.”

He pulled his dick out of her mouth. It had only partially softened. Carrie was left gasping and moaning as I kept fucking her.

I couldn’t resist taunting her. “See where your head’s going to go, honey? Gawd, you’ve got me all worked up knowing you’re about to lose your head. I just came a few moments ago when you swallowed Chad’s load. Now I’m going to cum even harder once the blade falls.”

She gasped as though trying to catch her breath. “Mom, it’s so… it’s so BIG!”

“Just the right size for a whore like you as she loses her head; eh, honey?”

“Mom?? Ohmygawd…!”

“Cum for me, honey. Cum for me like a fucking whore!”

“Ohfuck – ohgawd – ohfuck!”

“CUM FOR ME!”

“AAUUGGHHHHH!”

I pounded her hard as she shuddered in orgasm. I looked over to see Chad manning the controls. I shook my head… not yet.

Carrie came down from her orgasmic high, panting like crazy. “That one was for you, honey. This one’s for me. Now I’m going to cum as the blade takes your head.”

I fucked her with the toy just as hard as I could. I was trying to grind that little projection against my clit until it set me off again. The thought of watching my daughter lose her head was so overpoweringly erotic.

She panted and grunted as we developed a rhythm. She was trying to push back against me as she groaned and whimpered. I could feel it swelling within me…

“Get ready, honey! I’m so fucking horny I think I’m about to lose it!”

“Gawd, mom, I… I…”

“Get ready, baby! I’m gonna take your head any second now. I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”

“I’m gonna cum again, mom! I’m gonna cum again!”

“I’m gonna take your head Carrie! I wanna take it from my whore daughter!”

“Take it, mom; take it!”

“I’M GONNA CUM!”

“DO IT, MOM!” Carrie was lost in the moment.

I rammed her hard as it swelled within me. Carrie started to scream in orgasm. That’s when I cried out, “DO IT NOW!”

The blade whooshed down. Carrie’s screams were silenced the moment the blade bottomed out. Instantly her naked body stiffened on me in reaction. I just cried out in ecstasy as I shrieked my climax.

My daughter went into spasms and seizures as her body tried to process the fact it was no longer receiving signals from the brain. Blood pumped out of her severed neck. I tried to thrust in rhythm to each spurt as though helping her body pump out her life’s blood.

Chad came over and pulled her head out, holding her up by a handful of hair as he showed it to me. She was still dripping blood as crimson stained one side of her face. I cried out again as I rammed the toy deep inside her and held it there.

Her spasming body began to settle down until there was nothing more than stray nerve impulses firing. Chad brought the head back to me. He held it up to my mouth, and I kissed her lips before telling her to suck my “cock”.

I pulled out of her wet cunt. Then I took her head from Chad and thrust between her lips. The end of my toy came out of her neck stump.

Her eyes were wide as she tasted her pussy on the strap-on. Then her expression began to sag. I barely managed to gasp “Goodbye, honey” before I shuddered again from another orgasm.

I stopped to catch my breath as Chad took her head from me. I began working on removing the strap-on as he wiped her face down. I gave her one final kiss on the lips. Then he walked her over and placed her head next to the others.

I got Carrie’s iPhone as Chad scanned through several pictures. The one I liked best was the one where I was kissing her dead lips as blood dripped out of her severed neck. So that’s the one I posted to her Instagram account. I even marked it “courtesy of her mother”.

I scanned through the other pictures we’d uploaded. They were really tallying up the likes. Carrie and her group were going to be quite popular.

Our host smiled at me as he motioned at the guillotine and my beheaded daughter’s naked body. He was in the process of removing her handcuffs when he asked, “So what do you think, Mrs. Walker?”

“Incredible, Chad. Absolutely incredible. Should I be ashamed for cumming so hard during my daughter’s beheading?”

“I don’t know the answer to that. But I’d say it’s all right, all things considered.”

I stared at her body still laid out on the bench. Then I quietly murmured, “I wonder what it felt like.”

“Losing her head?”

“Just lying on the bench like that must have been incredibly thrilling.”

“Would you like to try it out, Mrs. Walker? Lying on the bench all locked in?”

“Do you think I could? Do you think I should?”

“I don’t see why not. All we have to do is move your daughter’s body out of the way. We can lay it next to the others if you want.”

He set the handcuffs aside. Then he took the lunette up off her severed neck. I watched as he retracted the blade back up into the top of the guillotine before locking it into place.

I helped him remove Carrie’s body from the bench. We carried it over and stretched it out next to Naomi’s headless corpse. Now there were four naked, headless young ladies bleeding out toward the drain, although by now Hilary and Debra’s drainage had been reduced to mere trickles.

I went back over and looked at the guillotine. Chad came over and smiled. “You can sit on the bench if you want, Mrs. Walker.”

“Do we have time? Don’t you have another appointment?”

“We have time. The bodies will have to be shipped off anyway. My secretary is probably on it right now. The guillotine has a digital system that lets her know the blade has fallen four times. I’ll bet she’s already made the call.”

I sat down upon the bench. It set me to trembling almost immediately. I had just watched four young women meet their ends while lying upon the very same surface. Sitting on the place where they’d been beheaded was an incredible experience.

I looked nervously at Chad. He smiled reassuringly as he nodded back at me. So I went over backward until I was lying down flat on my back on the bench.

I wriggled forward until I stuck my head through the opening. That’s when I found myself looking up at the blade. Knowing it was the same razor-sharp steel that had taken four lives mere minutes ago made me tremble like crazy.

About that time a few drops of blood came plummeting down. I was pretty sure that was Carrie’s blood dripping down on me. I gasped as I shuddered from a mini-orgasm.

Chad came around front to check on me. Right away I discovered he had developed yet another erection. “Don’t you ever get soft?” I chuckled nervously.

“I love the work I do, Mrs. Walker. Seeing all these hot, naked bodies keeps me in a never-ending state of arousal. Beheading them is a real turn-on. And I must admit… seeing you lying there, knowing we just beheaded your daughter, has me hard as a rock again.”

“Damn, honey. Now you’re getting me all horny again.”

His cock was stiff and saluting. The thought of his dick inside my dripping snatch with my head locked in the path of the blade gave me a perverse thrill. I was becoming sorely tempted.

“You want the handcuffs, Mrs. Walker?”

I considered it for a moment. After all, all the girls had worn them. If I truly wanted to know what it must have felt like for them while lying on the bench…

I finally made my decision. “Sure thing, Chad. Might as well put them on me.”

“Right away, Mrs. Walker.”

He brought them over as I worked my arms behind my back below the bench. Chad attached the cuffs to each wrist. “How’s that feel?” he asked when he stood back up.

“Incredible, honey. I’m wet as hell.”

“Shall I lock you into the lunette?”

I looked up as another drop of blood picked that moment to fall. It splattered onto my neck. I stiffened and shivered as I told him, “Go right ahead – no wait! No; go right ahead.”

He brought it over and showed it to me. Then he slid it down into place. I flinched a little once I heard him lock it down.

“You are so incredibly sexy, Mrs. Walker. Gawd; you make me so hard!”

I blushed as I trembled. I felt a hand on my boobs. Then he reached down into my crotch.

I felt him rub my wet slit. Then he slipped a couple fingers inside me. I gasped and moaned as I humped his hand.

“Sorry, Mrs. Walker. I couldn’t help myself. I’ll get you out of there right now if you wish.”

Another drop of blood came down. I inhaled sharply as I gasped for breath. My cunt was throbbing as I asked in a trembling voice, “Want to fuck an MILF in the guillotine, honey?”

I couldn’t see him back there. But I certainly felt him slide his dick inside me almost immediately. I gasped and moaned as he started thrusting in and out.

I looked up at the blade hanging above me. It filled me with fear and arousal. It was an incredible experience.

“My mouth, honey,” I finally panted. “Now I want to taste you in my mouth.”

“But I’ve just been inside your pussy, Mrs. Walker!”

“I don’t care. I want to know what my daughter experienced with her head locked in and a mouth full of cock.”

“Have it your way.” He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it.

He came around until I caught sight of him. But I had to tip my head back. It allowed him to slide his dick all the way inside me.

He thrust in and out. I grunted each time he filled my mouth. It was a little frightening, yet it was thrilling as hell.

He pushed in nice and deep. At the angle I had my head tipped back, he was able to push into my throat. I felt a bulge as he panted, “Gawd, that is so hot, Mrs. Walker! You are one hot MILF!”

He pulled out and I gasped for breath. He walked around out of sight. The next thing I felt was his cock pushing back into my dripping twat.

I gasped as he thrust nice and slow. Then he picked up the pace. Another drop of blood made me cry out as I looked up at the blade hovering above me.

“What do you think, Mrs. Walker?”

I gasped for breath before blurting out, “Oh fuck; I think I’m going to cum!”

He used that motivation to fuck me harder. I looked up at the blade, trembling at the thought it had just come down minutes ago and taken my daughter’s head. That thought, along with the mental images that came with it, was enough to set me off.

I cried out in orgasm, trying to milk another cum right out of his thrusting dick. Then he eased back until he thrust nice and slow. “What do you think now, Mrs. Walker?”

“This is incredible, honey! I almost wish… no… well, I almost wish…”

“I could add another element of danger if you wish, Mrs. Walker.”

I stiffened at his words. “What do you mean, Chad?”

“I have the guillotine rigged on a digital timer. I told you my secretary gets word whenever the blade falls. I even rigged it so it can fall at a certain time. I’ve beheaded three chicks that way. They wanted me to fuck ‘em, so I rigged the blade to go off on a timer.”

“So you can set it to go off at a certain time, honey?”

“I can set it for ten minutes, then fuck you for seven or eight.”

“That would be incredible!” I breathed as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

The thought of losing my head was both frightening and thrilling. I didn’t think I wanted to play with fire or anything like that. But at least I’d be able to experience more of what my daughter had felt just before her beheading.

“Let’s do it, honey.”

“Ok, Mrs. Walker. Anything you say.”

I blinked as I looked up at the blade above me. Was that my voice? Had I just told him to rig the timer? What the hell was I thinking??

I heard him walk over to the controls. I was strongly tempted to tell him to stop and just let me out. But I was so damned horny that I figured I could go for at least seven or eight minutes before him safely letting me out.

I heard him walk back to me. “It’s all set, Mrs. Walker. You’ve got ten minutes before I need to go shut it off or get your head out of there.” Then I felt him slide his dick back inside me.

I gasped as he utterly filled me. Another drop of blood splattered down upon my neck. It made me stiffen until I almost climaxed again.

I felt hands upon my boobs as he groped me while fucking me. “You’re so fucking hot, Mrs. Walker! Gawd; you’re so fucking hot!”

His words melted me as I moaned and whimpered. I looked up at the blade again. It chilled me to the bone while giving me such an indescribable thrill.

He suddenly picked up the pace, fucking me hard and fast. It swelled within me until he eased off. Then he fucked me nice and slow.

I couldn’t resist asking him in a trembling voice, “Do you want another meaty rump roast, honey?”

“I really love these boobs, Mrs. Walker!” He groped me again as he thrust in and out.

I began panting for breath as he picked up the pace. I gasped and whimpered as I looked up at the blade. The thought of losing my head thrilled me. At the same time, it scared the shit out of me.

“Time, honey?”

“Seven minutes, Mrs. Walker.” Then he eased off. I heard him panting for breath as he gasped, “Such a hot MILF! Damn! I really hit the jackpot with you, Mrs. Walker.”

He started to thrust a little harder. I clenched as I tried to milk him. Seeing the blade dangling above me almost made me scream for him to let me out. But I bit my tongue, mainly because this was the experience I wanted to endure for the sake of my daughter.

He really pounded me. Then he pulled out of me. I wondered what he was doing when he came around front.

He tipped my head back and thrust his cock down my throat. I tasted my arousal on his meaty member. It filled me with fear as well as an incredible arousal.

He fucked my mouth for a couple minutes at least. He thrust all the way into my throat until I wanted to gag. Then he pulled out and went around back.

He toyed with my pussy, rubbing the tip of his dick around my opening. I whimpered as I told him, “Put it in, damn you!” He just chuckled as he kept teasing me.

“Damnit, Chad; put your cock inside me!” He pushed it in a little deeper. I clenched, but it wasn’t all the way in yet.

“DAMNIT, CHAD; FUCK ME ALREADY!”

“Right away, Mrs. Walker!” And with that he really started to pound me.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me good and hard. It was incredible. I felt it swell within me until I screamed in orgasm.

I clenched like crazy, trying to hold him deep inside me. He slid all the way out, only to ram his way home again. I cried out as it swelled within me yet again.

I looked up at the blade, thinking about Hilary and Naomi. What had they felt looking up at the glistening steel like this? My daughter had made Hilary cum, while I had made sure Naomi had orgasmed. It must have felt incredible before the blade had dropped on them both.

Chad began thrusting hard in and out of me. I began to shudder; gawd, how I wanted his meaty pole! I screamed for him to fuck me hard. Then I was cumming again.

He eased back down for a moment. I was just coming down off that orgasmic high when he picked up the pace. Once more he began pounding me hard.

I felt it swell within me. It occurred to me we should probably be thinking about stopping before I pushed my luck. But I wanted to experience one more orgasm before he got me out of the guillotine.

I screamed, “FUCK ME, HONEY!” Chad pounded me good and hard until I cried out again. I’m pretty sure I squirted all over him.

I was barely coming down from the plateau of my sexual high when I felt another one coming on strong. I thought maybe we should be stopping. But it just felt too damned good.

At that moment, something went terribly wrong. The blade flashed down until I couldn’t see it anymore. Then I felt a sharp pain across my neck before I seemed to plummet.

I got all dizzy and disoriented. I wanted that last cum, but I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I could hear Chad roaring his release. Then I was aware of a liquid warmth falling upon the side of my face.

I tried to ask Chad what the hell happened. But the words wouldn’t cum. Then it felt like I was being lifted up.

I was pulled up until I saw his face. He smiled as though he was a little embarrassed. “Sorry, Mrs. Walker. I guess we lost all track of time. You wanted to know how Carrie felt, right?”

He kissed my lips before he lowered me. I ended up facing his crotch and his huge erection. That’s when his cock pushed between my lips.

It went in all the way until my lips were up against his balls. But I didn’t feel the gag reflex. I couldn’t feel anything past the back of my throat. In fact, I couldn’t feel anything at all.

Then consciousness ebbed away until I was aware of nothing at all…

EPILOGUE

Chad cleaned up my face before adding my head to the others. He picked out a picture and posted it to my daughter’s Instagram…. “Carrie’s mother follows her daughter’s example.”

The plant ended up with five bodies to process instead of four…

2020 (written for Thor Dec 2 ’20 by riwa)

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Drowning for him 3.9 (37)

Posted on September 9, 2024 by riwa

He’s down there waiting for me. I can see the bubbles coming up from his scuba gear.

What was I thinking when I agreed to this? I suppose it was because I let him drown me in the pool last month.

I could tell he wanted to. I was a little drunk, and I kept taunting him, telling him to drown me. I had no idea he would really go through with it!

He was wearing those sexy speedos, and his cock was really noticeable. I could tell how aroused he’d become. I suppose it’s my own fault for always wanting to arouse him.

The more I drunkenly teased him, the more noticeable the bulge in his speedos became. I was intoxicated by the power my words had over him. I told him I was drunk and that I probably wouldn’t be able to hold my breath for very long. So I told him to take his cock out and stroke it as he drowned me.

Can you believe it?? The bastard actually went and done it! He pulled me under and dragged me to the bottom of the pool.

I laughed and bubbled. Of course I didn’t believe he was actually going to do it! Then he pulled his speedos down.

His erection was thick and hard. I couldn’t ever remember seeing it that stiff! Was it all because I’d told him I wanted to drown for him?

He wedged me between his legs. Then he grasped onto my wrists so I couldn’t fight back. It was thrilling the way he held onto me like that.

I decided to play along. So I bulged my cheeks for him. Then I released a few bubbles out of my mouth and nose.

Would you believe it? His dick seemed to get even harder. It was right there in plain view as he pinned me between his legs.

I tried to struggle. But he held me in an iron grip. I tried to grab his dick and stroke him. But he was content to hold me in place and watch me without letting go of my wrists.

I was right, of course. I was so drunk that I really couldn’t hold my breath for very long. Soon, my lungs were screaming at me.

I panicked and changed my mind. I shook my head from side to side. But that didn’t make him let go.

Maybe he thought I was acting. Maybe he thought I was putting on a show. Or maybe he really wanted to drown me!

I felt a surge of panic as my lungs heaved. His cock was right there within view, hard and twitching. I experienced a flurry of mixed emotions, from excitement at seeing his arousal to the fear I was really going to drown.

I suddenly reached that point where I just couldn’t hold my breath anymore. I gulped a mouthful of water that made me convulse painfully. Then I really started thrashing around between his legs.

I began hitching and spasming as I swallowed more pool water. It hurt like hell, but I do remember experiencing an orgasm. Then I remember seeing his cock go off, shooting an unbelievable amount of cum.

It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. But I do remember feeling a strange thrill he was cumming to my drowning. I kept coughing up bubbles until there were hardly any left to cough up.

I went all limp and lifeless between his legs. I was still conscious when he grabbed my head. Then he pushed his cock between my lips. That was such a perverse thrill. It was also the last thing I remember.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself on the side of the pool. My chest and lungs hurt, but I was breathing. I remember being astonished he’d really drowned me. He just smiled as he told me I’d kept asking for it.

A week ago, we had a huge fight. I told him he had to make me cum with his mouth for seven days. If he did, I would let him have my ass once a day for seven days. But if I missed a day, he could drown me again.

I forgot how talented he is with his tongue. For seven days, he made me cum. And I kept up my end of the bargain… until yesterday. I didn’t let him have my ass. Now we’re out here… and he’s about to drown me again!

What the hell was I thinking?? Did I deny him deliberately? Did I want him to drown me again? Maybe I did.

I see bubbles again. Is he getting impatient? I suppose I’d better slide off the end of this boat and get my ass down to him.

I slide off and hit the water feet first. It makes me sink deeper. Gawd; here he comes!

I make a mad dash for the surface as fear and arousal course though my body. He just grabs an ankle and pulls me downward. Now the fear really envelopes me!

He spins me around and tries to cuff my wrists behind my back. I fight him instinctively. But I’m no match for him, and I’m quickly subdued.

He spins me around and shows me his erection. It looks hard and glorious. But a defiant streak comes over me, and I shake my head.

He motions at the regulator in his mouth before pointing at his dick. The message is crystal clear. Suck, or I won’t get any air.

He grabs my head and forces his cock between my lips. I know better than to bite. Then he hits the back of my throat. He wants bubbles, and the best way to get ‘em out of me is to make me gag them up.

My lungs heave, and I start hitching. I’m almost out of breath. Is he going to drown me with his cock between my lips?

At the last second, he pulls my head off his dick. Then he removes his reg and pushes it into my mouth. I think to clear it before breathing. I never knew compressed air could taste so good!

As I catch my breath, he pushes his dick against my anus. I grunt and cry out as I shake my head. He just smiles evilly as he pushes his way inside.

He starts to thrust, pushing in nice and deep. Then he rips the reg out of my mouth. Bubbles come out with it before he puts it back between his lips.

He savagely gropes my tits as he fucks my ass. I’ve never been so frightened… or so horny. I know I deserve this.

Question is: am I going to drown with his cock up my ass? Gawd; he wouldn’t! Still, the thought gives me perversely erotic tingles.

I grunt and moan as he fucks my ass. The surface looks a good twenty or twenty-five feet away. He’s clearly not about to let me go anytime soon.

He fucks the air out of my lungs until my chest starts to ache. Then he begins flicking my bean with his finger. Gawd no; not that??!!

My arousal intensifies as he pumps pleasure into my ass and into my swollen nub. Gawd; the bastard is going to make me cum as I drown! It’s both frightening and thrilling.

He removes the reg, giving me hope I’ll get another reprieve. Instead, he purges it into my crotch. He flicks my bean until it overwhelms me.

I tip my head back and scream my breath away as I violently clench around the cock in my ass. Then I gurgle as I swallow water. A moment later, I find myself cumming and drowning.

There’s fear and excitement as my lungs keep trying to pull water down my windpipe. I can feel how hard he is in my ass. Then I feel the sensation of him filling me with his seed.

I cum again as I drown painfully, my body instinctively trying to milk all his cream out of his balls. I feel so full down there as he keeps pumping me. I hitch and gurgle until my struggles lesson.

I’m gently hitching as he pulls me off his dick. Then he pushes his erection into my mouth. It easily hits the back of my throat.

I shudder from one last conscious orgasmic discharge. Then I’m aware of nothing at all. The bastard did it to me again…

When I awaken, we’re back on board the boat. The cuffs are no longer on my wrists. He just smiles as he shakes his head.

“Don’t you think you should quit while you’re ahead?”

“You bastard! That’s gonna cost you! Now I expect you to make me cum every day for two weeks straight.”

“And if I succeed?”

“You’ll never succeed.”

“And if I succeed?”

“I’ll let you drown me again.”

“Still trying to write checks with your mouth that your body will have a difficult time trying to cash?”

“This time it’ll be different!”

He just grins at me and shakes his head. That’s when I get an erotic thrill that ripples through me. I know for a fact he’s going to drown me again.

Gawd; what have I done?? I must be insane!

Or maybe… just maybe…

I totally get off drowning for him…

9-12-23 Inspired by the picture I found.

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Hanged on Santamos Island (male victims) 4.1 (45)

Posted on September 2, 2024 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. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

We were just visiting the island on a lark. We’d heard about the executions that often took place there. We just wanted to witness one for ourselves.

We got to watch a long-drop hanging the first night we were there. Some guy dropped his former girlfriend. She wanted to hang for him after their break-up, rather than seeing him happy with someone new.

She wore a light red blouse and short black skirt. He dropped her right at 10 pm. She fell through the trap and bounced, a loud crick indicating her neck had broken.

Afterwards, we talked about it in the lounge. The guys didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t know what to say about it either.

The next morning after breakfast, we watched some dude get his head chopped off by some guy whom we later learned was his lover. The guy was beheaded buck naked and sporting an erection. It only took one swing for the head to leap off and the cock to spurt.

The guys didn’t know what to make of that either. But they admitted it was kind of erotic watching his cock go off as the axe came down on his head. It made me wonder why his cock was so hard in the first place.

We quickly discovered the executions we were observing were purely voluntary. Those who were to be executed had to sign a consent form with the hotel concierge in order to make it all legal. It put a whole new spin on what we were observing.

It was amazing the way people around here were willing to allow someone to execute them. Apparently folks were flying in with the express purpose of not flying back out alive. Jamaree and Udoka still didn’t know what to make of it all. But I could tell they were thinking about it differently now.

That afternoon, we watched two women get shot by their office staff over at the firing range. Again, we learned they had volunteered and had signed consent forms. The staff seemed almost gleeful at being allowed to execute them.

Afterwards, we went down to the beach and checked the tidal stakes. A naked young couple were standing upright and tied to posts, waiting for the tide to come in. By now, the water was already up to their necks.

There was a redhead in a very skimpy outfit swimming out in the water. She would tread water before occasionally slipping under the surface. The couple didn’t seem to mind her being there.

The woman ended up drowning first, being as how she was the shorter of the two. It took the guy another twenty minutes. We noticed the redhead going underwater the moment his mouth and nose were staying submerged.

After his head was covered, the redhead swam back to shore. That’s when she saw us standing there in our shorts and tank tops. “I had to stay and watch his cock go off as he drowned,” she smiled by way of explanation. “I also wanted to suck his dick a few times after he’d drowned.”

She said her name was Rubiana. So we introduced ourselves. I quickly noticed Jamaree and Udoka paying her an inordinate amount of attention.

She told us she’d watched five male executions to date. The last one had just drowned, and she’d witnessed the beheading we’d seen earlier. Then she told us she’d slow-hanged three others earlier in the morning.

Udoka looked at Jamaree and I before asking her, “Did you hang them all at once?”

She proudly smiled as she replied, “I sure did.”

“Where?” I asked, curious to see the spot. Up ‘til now, we hadn’t seen any way for any multiple hangings to take place on the island.

“They put it up three weeks ago,” she replied. “Want to have a look at it?”

Jamaree and Udoka were agreeable. So we all followed her down the beach. I was curious to see this thing she’d used to hang three males.

We found it next to some rocks and trees a short distance from the water’s edge. It didn’t look very impressive as we walked up to it. So Rubiana explained it to us.

“You use that lever over there to raise and lower it. See those orange connections on that crossbeam. You get a noose from the hotel concierge, slip it into that slot up there, and then up you go. It’s simply a matter of tying them up and then operating the lever. Basically, it’s a simplified hydraulic system.”

Astonished, Udoka sputtered, “You actually hanged three guys from this very spot?”

Rubiana smiled at him as she nodded. “This morning, right here at this very spot. I hanged them all together, and they were all naked. You should have seen their cocks go off. It was erotic as hell.”

She seemed more than a little excited about what she’d done to them. That’s when I developed a very uneasy feeling about her. She was giving us the eye, especially my friends. It was as though she was sizing us all up to wear the next noose.

Jamaree and Udoka seemed oddly enthralled by her. I thanked her for showing us the contraption. Then I grabbed my friends and forcefully steered them back to the hotel.

—

That evening, we watched some guy get hanged by his male and female friends. Supposedly, he had lost a bet with them. The loser had to hang, but apparently he seemed quite willing to go along with it.

He stood naked on the trap. Everyone noticed the erection he was sporting. Jamaree and Udoka seemed particularly affected by the whole thing.

When the trap opened, we all expected him to fall and break his neck. But to our surprise, he only fell a few inches. Then he put on quite a dance until his cock went off, spurting outward.

His friends all cheered his dance until his cock softened and he dangled quietly. But my buddies seemed quite affected by it. I was starting to become more than a little concerned over them.

That night, we ran into Rubiana in the lounge. She asked the guys if they wanted to dance. They both agreed.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be around her. So I left them to it while I went to get me a drink. Besides, I figured they were smart enough not to do anything rash.

We were all staying in separate rooms, so I didn’t see them for the rest of the night. But the next morning, I was awakened bright and early by one of the hotel staff. I was instructed to get myself down to the hanging machine on the beach, with instructions to wear nothing but a pair of briefs.

I asked what this was all about. I was told it involved my two friends. That’s when I felt a jolt of alarm in my gut before I ran out of the hotel in my underwear.

The sun was still coming up when I finally got there. Jamaree and Udoka were already noosed up in the machine. They were both naked, of course. I couldn’t believe it!

Jamaree had his wrists tied behind his back. And his ankles were secured together. His cock was hard, but he didn’t seem the least bit upset.

In the middle spot, Udoka had his arms crossed behind his back. His dick was also erect. He smiled when he saw me.

Rubiana was wearing this incredibly skimpy outfit as she waved me over. “They wanted to see you and say goodbye,” she explained. Then she stepped over near the lever.

I went over to stop her. “Now just a damn minute!” That’s when Jamaree stopped me.

“Leave her alone, David. We already signed the consent forms.”

“Signed, sealed and delivered,” Udoka added. “You can stay or you can leave. But we’d like it if you stayed.”

“You guys ready?” Rubiana gasped with apparent delight. “I can’t wait to get you boys up into the air!”

“We’re ready,” Jamaree called to her.

“Ready and willing,” Udoka added.

Rubiana had her hand on the lever as she turned toward me. “Staying or leaving?”

I looked at her and then over at my friends. They both looked at me as though wanting me to stay. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t move either.

“Gawd; I can’t wait!” Then Rubiana pulled the lever. The crossbar rose up with a hiss until their feet left the sand.

They dangled by at least a foot off the ground as they struggled in their nooses. Jamaree wriggled and dolphin kicked as his cock really stiffened. Udoka kicked and pedaled with his legs as his dick got hard as well.

Jamaree’s cock went off first, spurting onto the sand. Then Udoka’s popped, his cream arcing upward before splattering onto the beach.

Their heads tipped to one side as Rubiana left her position by the lever. She went over to them and gasped, “Gawd; that makes me so wet just watching them! Such fine specimens.” Then she turned toward me and smiled as she added, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Both cocks were still oozing as the guys settled down. Rubiana went right up to Udoka and took his oozing dick into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few moments until it looked like my friend was somehow trying to thrust into her.

She looked at me and smiled. “Death cum is delicious. He really danced divinely for me.” All I could do was shake my head.

She stepped over and reached out for Jamaree’s dick. She stroked and squeezed until she got more cum out of him. Afterwards, she panted, “Gawd; that’s so sexy!”

I put my hand on my hip as I shook my head in wonder. “Uh… if you don’t mind my asking… when did they agree to all this?”

“Last night in the lounge after you left.”

She was lustfully eyeing Jamaree’s dick as she grasped onto it. I saw a little bit of cum on the tip. Even Udoka’s dick kept oozing cream as he dangled all limp and lifeless.

I felt anger start to rise up within me as she reached over and stroked Udoka as well. “What did you tell them? How did you talk them into it?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she replied, although she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at them and their cocks as she added, “I didn’t talk them into anything.” Then she took a quick suck of Jamaree before stepping over to suck Udoka’s dick.

“You must have told them something.”

She shook her head in denial. “They’re the ones who suggested it. Believe it or not, I was the voice of reason. I told them you might not like it. But they were both adamant. They wanted to do it bright and early this morning before you could talk them out of it.” Now she was stroking both cocks, occasionally taking a suck from one or the other.

“And their consent forms?”

“They’re on file at the hotel. I can take you to them if you wish.”

“I wish.”

She stopped stroking them and looked right at me. “You’re upset. I’m sorry. They should have included you in this decision.”

She paused before finally saying, “Give me a moment?” I nodded my consent.

She kissed the tip of Jamaree’s penis which was finally starting to soften. “Very sexy. Thank you for your precious gift.”

She moved over and stroked Udoka a time or two before kissing the tip of his dick. “What a thrill. Boys, thank you so very much. I’ll never forget it.”

She turned to me and sighed. “I can’t help but enjoy what I’ve witnessed. So let’s go back to the hotel. Let me make it up to you.” But I had no idea how she was going to manage that.

4-26-24 Art by chinese artist ???????

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Making a mermaid 4.2 (58)

Posted on August 26, 2024 by riwa

Mark and Lucinda met while lifeguarding. At first, they didn’t like each other very much. But they learned to work together.

Over time, they began to grow on each other. They were constantly trying to one-up the other. That led to a breath-holding challenge one night after the pool had closed.

The first time down, Mark was the winner. But Lucinda demanded a rematch and won the second round. The tie-breaking round resulted in a virtual tie, both coming up at about the same time, panting like crazy.

Neither one had a watch at the time. So they vowed to hold another contest in the future. This time, they would time themselves.

A couple weeks later, they went at it again. Lucinda won the first one with a time of 2:28. But a rematch resulted in Mark winning with a time of 2:42. The last time down, Mark barely stayed down the longest with a time of 2:53.

They began swimming and snorkeling together during their free time. But they still remained competitive. Sometimes Lucinda outlasted Mark during their underwater contests.

This went on for a couple years. They grew fonder of each other to the point where they stopped seeing other people. And they were frequently found in pools, lakes and coves together.

One day, Mark popped the question. Lucinda excitedly said yes. They celebrated by renting a boat and taking it out into the cove.

During a swim to the bottom, they discovered a submerged four-wheel drive with a rack on top. They had no idea how it ended up there. They enjoyed climbing into the front seat and acting as though they were going for a drive.

After surfacing for another breath, they returned to the four-wheeled vehicle. This time, they climbed into the back seat and made out with each other. It reminded them of the first time they’d had sex in the back seat of Mark’s SUV.

They married after a year of engagement. Mark and Lucinda set up house in a small apartment. They had moved on from lifeguarding, getting jobs that payed better. But they always remembered how they had first met, and how competitive they had been… and still were.

They finally decided they were ready to start a family. So they went at it as often as time permitted. But Lucinda did not conceive.

They tried all sorts of different methods and positions. But nothing seemed to work. They tried to hide their disappointment, accepting it might never happen.

One day, Lucinda talked Mark into going out into the cove. She thought it would be fun to swim down to the ocean floor again. Hell, maybe sex underwater was just the thing they needed.

Mark was more than agreeable. So they picked a weekend, rented a boat, and headed out. Just for fun, they tracked down that sunken four-wheeler.

Lucinda jokingly asked if Mark was interested in going down and making a mermaid. The idea sounded like fun. So they made sure no one was around before shedding their suits and going “au naturale”.

They swam down to the vehicle and climbed into the front seat. Once more, that competitive nature rose up within them. They wanted to see who could hold their breath the longest.

They started by seeing who could stay down kissing each other the longest. This time, it was Mark who shot out of the vehicle and swam up first. Lucinda triumphantly followed him up.

The next time down, it was Lucinda who had to surface first after a lengthy session. Mark followed her up. Naturally, Lucinda suggested a tie-breaking contest.

“What happens if I win?” Mark asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Missionary position.”

“And if you win?”

“Cowgirl.” They both laughed.

They swam down and climbed into the front seat. They embraced before kissing for the longest time. They stubbornly fought to see who could stay down the longest before Lucinda frantically made for the door. But it had closed and gotten stuck, and she couldn’t get it open.

Mark anxiously pulled her out of his side of the submerged vehicle. Then they shot up together, spewing their breath along the way. The popped up panting loudly for breath.

“Damn!” Lucinda panted. “For a minute, I thought you were going to have to revive me!”

“Lifeguard practice,” he replied with a smile. “It’s always fun.”

“You won,” she confessed. “I had to go up first. You helped me, so you’re on top. Let’s go down and make a mermaid.”

They filled their lungs with air and swam back down. This time they ended up on the hood of the four-wheeler. Mark hung onto the rail to the roof as Lucinda lay underneath him, wrapping a leg around him while trying to pull him deep inside her.

They really went at it, although their competitiveness reared up again. They fought to stay down for as long as possible, just to see who could outlast the other. Both were grunting as they spewed bubbles like crazy.

Mark wasn’t going up until after he’d shot his load. And Lucinda was determined to stay down for as long as it took. Both lungs were straining as they grunted like crazy.

She finally felt her husband shoot his load deep inside her. Then her chest heaved in warning. But she climaxed so hard that it left her weak and disoriented. Mark had to help pull her up to the surface.

The popped up panting weakly for breath. Mark looked at his bride and asked, “Do you always have to be so competitive?”

“Do you?” she replied with a grin.

“What do you think?”

“Maybe we should re-enact the first time we had sex together.”

“Down there?” he asked with a sly smile. She grinned and nodded.

They worked at refilling their lungs. Then they headed back down. This time, they slid into the back seat and began making out.

At first, they got all handsy with each other. She got him nice and hard as they kissed. Then they surfaced with aching lungs.

The next time down, they returned to the backseat. Then she sucked his cock. Lucinda took her time, careful not to make him cum in her mouth before they had to surface.

When he was ready, they headed back down and got into the backseat one last time. Then she climbed into his lap. That’s when they went at it.

Once more, they developed a little competitive streak, trying to see who could hold their breath the longest. But the reward was worth it when she felt him pumping his seed deep inside her. Afterwards, they headed back to the surface with aching lungs before deciding to call it a day.
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Nine months later, Lucinda was in the hospital giving birth. Mark’s only concern was whether or not the child would have webbed hands and feet. If it was a boy, he was tempted to name him “Baxter”, as he might have been conceived in the back seat of the submerged four-wheeler. But he figured Lucinda wouldn’t appreciate his sense of humor.

If it was a girl, they could always name her Ariel…

2-14-23 Inspired by JustPaul’s render.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (7)

Posted on August 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming September rewards

The hit on Revy 7
Vacation 6
Best laid plans 5
The party decoration 4 (finally)
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 2
My very last day pt 2
I think your mom likes me
Rey’s demise
Janet and the quicksand bet
Miss Goodie Twoshoes
Wicked women shorts
Kira and Sandy

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

Mom is having gallbladder issues right now, and has been having them for the past week or so. The antibiotic she’s taking seems to be causing some unusual side effects. And if it’s not the antibiotic, then something else is amiss. So our routines have been greatly disrupted.

I’m going to make sure all these stories are pre-loaded so they will be up and will post on each scheduled day as I usually do. But things have become quite chaotic around here. So I’m doing what I can each day before I head over to spend time with mom.

I hope all of you and your family members are doing well. It can be quite stressful when things do not go according to plan and health issues arise. So please take very good care of yourselves. And as always: thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Taylor’s followers part 2 4.4 (67)

Posted on August 19, 2024 by riwa

Chad checked his guillotine, making sure it was still in working order. He made sure the blade was lifted up and locked into position. Debra’s blood mingled with Hilary’s to drip off the razor-sharp edge.

My daughter nudged Naomi. “You’re next, right?”

The pretty Asian girl suddenly seemed uncertain of herself. I caught her hesitation and asked, “What’s the matter? Would you prefer to go last?”

“I thought you wanted to do me last, mom.” Carrie was right of course.

Chad looked over at Naomi and my daughter. He smiled as he asked, “Is there a holdup here?”

“N-no holdup,” Naomi said in a quivering voice. “I suppose I should go next; right?”

I smiled as I told her, “Only if you want to, honey. Only if you want to.”

“Are you going to back out now?”

“Carrie, that’s not very nice.”

“Mom; she agreed!”

“She can change her mind if she wishes, right? I can always take her back with me.”

Naomi looked at me and tried to smile. “Give me a minute; ok, Mrs. Walker?”

“Sure thing, honey.”

Naomi went over and got a closer look at the naked, headless bodies. They were still draining out. There was not as much blood as before. But it was still dribbling out of both severed necks.

Matching streams created rivulets to the drain. There was also a stream going from the wicker basket. So far it had caught two heads. That was a lot of blood that had been pumped out.

Naomi went over and looked at both heads on the shelf. Her breath caught in her throat. Then she quietly murmured, “Taylor went out the same way, didn’t she.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Carrie told her irritably.

“I want… to go out… I mean… to be like Taylor.” Then Naomi walked over to the guillotine. She gulped as she looked at the rails that would guide the blade down to slice through her throat.

My daughter changed tactics, wanting to be helpful. “Want me to lick you out? I will if you want me too. Hilary came so hard when I licked her out, you know.”

“No, I don’t…”

“Would you like my help, honey? Or would you like to back out?”

Naomi looked down into the wicker basket. It appeared to give her the shivers something fierce. Then she stammered, “Would you help me lie f-face up, Mrs. Walker? I just c-can’t look down to see where my head is going to land.”

“Cool! I knew she’d go through with it!”

I gave a disapproving look at my enthusiastic daughter. Then I went over to assist Naomi. Chad hovered nearby with the handcuffs at the ready.

“Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No; I really want to do it, Mrs. Walker. I’m just… a little nervous.”

“You want to lie face up on your back?”

“If you don’t mind.”

I nodded as I assisted her down onto the cushioned bench. Then I helped her lie backward. Chad helped me slide her forward until her head went through the opening, exposing her neck to the blade above.

She gasped as she looked up at the glistening steel. I tried to distract her by asking, “You want your hands cuffed, honey?”

“I think you’d better do it, Mrs. Walker. Right now I’m so… I’m so nervous.”

I smiled as I knelt and grabbed one wrist. I cuffed it before reaching underneath for the other one. I pulled her arm under the bench until I could cuff them both together.

Chad came over with the lunette. I stretched out a hand for it, telling him, “I think she’ll feel better if I do it.” He just smiled and nodded.

I showed it to her before asking, “Are you ready for this, honey?” She gulped and nodded. Then a drop of blood splattered onto her neck from the blade above.

She inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes. I slowly slid the lunette into place before locking it down. When I looked questioningly at Chad, he nodded I had done it right.

“Scared, honey?” She nodded her head.

“Want to change your mind?” A shake of the head.

“Want me to help you?” She nodded again.

I knelt close and began touching her all over. I caressed her gorgeous mounds, noting the way her chest rose and fell from each breath she took. She was trembling all over.

“Do you want to back out, honey?” She shook her head again.

“Do you want to be one of Taylor’s followers?” She nodded.

“Do you want to do this for me?” That’s when she looked at me in surprise.

“Honey, you look so sexy lying there like that. I’m ashamed to admit I was turned on watching the beheading of Hilary. And I was turned on watching the beheading of Debra. I’m really looking forward to watching the beheading of my daughter.”

Carrie looked at me and grinned. “That is so fucking hot, mom! You’re going to cum during my beheading, aren’t you?”

“I sure am, honey.” She practically swooned with excitement at my remark.

Naomi looked up at me as I leaned over her, still caressing her mounds. “Are you excited s-seeing me like this, Mrs. Walker?”

“Honey, you have no idea. Would you like to see?” She nodded.

I walked around front where I spread my legs and all but stood over her. She looked up to see my dripping pussy. It was tingling like crazy.

I stood there and masturbated for a few moments, groping my boobs while fingering my cunt. “Honey, I’m going to cum so hard when the blade takes you. I hope you don’t mind. But I just might have to pick up your severed head, mash your face into my crotch and cum all over you. Would that be all right?”

Her eyes opened wide. I thought I saw her nipples harden. I could tell she was panting for breath.

Another drop of blood hit her neck. She gasped and whimpered. “Oh, honey; you have no idea how much it excites me to see you facing the blade like that, the blood of Hilary and Debra splatting onto your neck where the blade is going to fall.”

I walked around and knelt beside her where I began playing with her breasts again. “Your body is going to jerk and buck once your head is gone, honey. Hell, I might even cum twice.”

I allowed my hands to roam until one reached down to her crotch. Her nub had swollen, her labia fully engorging. Despite her fear, she was obviously experiencing some sort of excitement.

I fingered her dripping slit. She inhaled sharply. So I fingered her harder until she began to writhe and moan.

“You like that, honey?” She moaned and whimpered in response. “Oh, honey; I bet you’re going to squirt for me when the blade falls. I bet you’re going to put on one hell of a show; am I right?”

She gasped and whimpered as she wriggled and squirmed. I adjusted my position until I got a good look at her face. Most of the fear had ebbed away.

“Taylor’s waiting for you, honey. She had the ride of her life. Now you’re going to take that very same ride. How does it feel?”

“I… I don’t… I…”

I fingered her harder as I groped and fondled her. She really began to writhe and hump against my hand. Then I looked over at the controls.

Carrie was right there, her hand at the ready. Chad was standing nearby, his cock erect again. It finally occurred to me the cameras were busy taking pictures.

I shook my head at my daughter… not yet. Then I really finger-fucked Naomi’s cunt. The sexy Asian rose up to hump against my hand.

I really wanted to set her mind at ease. I also wanted her to lose her head. It was shameful, yet my pussy was throbbing like crazy.

I waited until she was on the verge of cumming. I looked at Carrie and shook my head again. Then I pulled my fingers out.

I climbed on, straddling Naomi’s naked body. I ground my nub against hers. Then I began rubbing her boobs while riding her.

“So sexy, honey. I’m going to cum all over you when the blade falls. My gawd; you have no idea how wet I am right now! Can’t you feel how wet I am??”

Naomi panted and moaned as her chest rose and fell. I groped and massaged her boobs as I began fucking her crotch to crotch. Her body actually began rocking against mine as we developed a rhythm.

“You want me to cum all over you when the blade falls, honey? Is that what you want? You want me to cum all over you as you lose your head for Taylor?”

She panted and whimpered as she looked up at me. I think the fear was trying to re-establish itself. But I could also see her excitement beginning to build.

“Gawd, honey. You’re going to get so many fucking likes when I show off your sexy head on Instagram. Is that what you want? You want to give up your head for Taylor and I so you can get a ton of likes?”

She panted as I ground against her. Her eyes were open wide as she stared up at the blade. I think the fear was still there; I’m sure it was a natural reaction. But I think I was also helping her get into it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have. But I was so damned turned on. I think she wanted to go through with it. She just needed a little extra motivation.

I really ground against her swollen nub as I rode her. We both panted like crazy. “Honey, when the blade falls, we’re both going to cum like a couple of cheap whores.”

She gasped and whimpered. She was really writhing underneath me. Then I pinched her nipples hard.

She yipped and moaned. I panted, “Honey, I want your head so fucking bad. Can I have your head? Will you let me take it?”

Her reply surprised me. “Yes, Mrs. Walker. Take my head. Please take my head.”

I was astonished I’d helped her come around so enthusiastically. I looked over at Carrie and shook my head… still not yet. Then I repeated my words to Naomi.

“Can I take your head, honey? Gawd; I want your head! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!”

“Take it, Mrs. Walker. Take it!”

“Can I have it, honey?”

“Take it!”

“Gawd; I’m gonna cum!”

“TAKE IT – TAKE IT!”

I cried out as I ground against her crotch. Her back arched as she humped me back. We were both cumming when I furiously nodded my head.

The blade came whooshing down. Naomi’s orgasmic cries were silenced as the blade bottomed out with a loud thunk. Her head dropped into the wicker basket as a huge crimson flow began pouring out of her severed neck.

I leaped off as she continued bucking and humping, her secured arms jerking wildly underneath the bench. I rushed around front and pulled her head out. Then I mashed her face into my soaked crotch, not yet aware we’d just squirted against each other.

I humped her again and again as I spewed my discharge all over her face for a second time. I simply could not stop cumming. It was shameful as hell, but it was totally worth it.

I looked over to see Carrie furiously masturbating. Even Chad was stroking himself. It was erotic as hell.

I finally came down from my orgasmic high. I lifted Naomi’s head up for the cameras to see. Pictures were snapped of her face dripping from a mixture of blood and fluids.

Carrie collapsed onto the floor moaning “Oh fuck; oh gawd; oh fuck!” I thought Chad was going to jerk a load right then and there. But he calmed right back down as though he wanted to save it for later.

I took one last look at Naomi’s face before I kissed her lips. Her mouth was open from a mixture of bliss and surprise. Then her expression sagged tiredly.

Her body finally settled down until she stopped jerking around. I took her head around and set it on top of her stomach right close to her crotch. Then I had to pause to catch my breath.

Carrie finally stood up and got her iPhone. Chad came over and helped show us a lot of pictures. I noticed there weren’t any showing her head free from the mess that had been made.

I asked, “Shouldn’t we clean her up first?”

“No, mom; I like this one. It’s really hot.”

Carrie picked the one of my kissing Naomi’s soaked lips. “Not that one,” I said as my face flushed crimson.

“Mom; it’s fucking great!”

I just waved dismissively… “Whatever.”

“Everybody’s going to love this one, mom!” Then she sent it out.

We checked the other two posts of Hilary and Debra to see how well they were doing. They were already racking up a large number of likes. There were several comments indicating how hot the heads looked.

Carrie got a rag and wiped the blood and my cum off Naomi’s head. She walked it over and placed it next to the others. Then she stood there admiring them as blood continued to trickle out of their severed necks.

Chad helped me remove Naomi’s handcuffs. Then we carried her over and stretched her out next to Debra. Hilary, Debra and Naomi now lay on their backs together with their feet close to the wall.

Severed necks pointed in the direction of the drain. Now there were three sets of crimson rivulets. It should have been horrifying. But I found it disturbingly erotic knowing who had just been beheaded.

Carrie finally came over and kissed me deeply. “That was so hot!” she panted when we came up for air. “The way you talked her into it? I kind of think she did it for you more than she did it for Taylor!”

“As long as she enjoyed the ride, honey.”

“Hell, that’s the way I want to go out!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Hell yeah! You have no idea how hot that was. I came so hard I couldn’t stand up anymore!”

“So you have no qualms whatsoever about losing your head today?”

“It wouldn’t be right watching their beheading and then chickening out; would it, mom?”

“I suppose not. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of it?”

“Oh mom. You know you want to watch me lose my head. I saw how excited you were riding Naomi when the blade fell. You fucking loved it!”

“I just want to give you every opportunity to change your mind.”

“I’m not going to change my mind, mom. Besides, you want me to lose my head. Isn’t that right?”

I stared at her for a long moment, not wanting to answer the question. She just grinned and laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Honey, my sexual excitement is not what’s important here.”

“But that’s why you came along; right, mom?”

It seemed there was no way of talking her out of it. Deep down, I really did want her to go through with it. But that was selfish on my part. I didn’t want to influence her in any way.

“So is there going to be one more beheading or not?”

We both looked at Chad in surprise. He had the lunette in his hands. I’d forgotten he was standing there.

“Of course!” Carrie gasped excitedly.

“Face up or face down?”

Carrie thought about it for a long moment. Then she walked over to the guillotine. Chad had already lifted the blade back up into place before locking it down.

Blood dripped off the blade into the wicker below. It had recently claimed three young women, and was eager to take a fourth. There had been no thought whatsoever given to who they were or the type of lives they might have gone on to experience.

Carrie shivered before looking down into the wicker basket. The straw below was partly matted with blood. I grabbed her shoulder as I murmured, “Quite the choice, eh? Look up at the blade or down into the basket?”

“I think I’ll look down, mom. I want to see where I’m going. I’ll be falling into the same place as Debra, Naomi and my lover Hilary. Besides, I don’t think I want to look up at the blade. That might really freak me out.”

“Looks like my daughter’s going on her final ride lying face down,” I told Chad with a smile.

I felt a perverse thrill as an erotic shiver rippled through me. What kind of mother becomes excited at the thought of witnessing her daughter’s beheading? Was I the only one on the entire planet who would ever enjoy such a kinky spectacle??

2020 (written for Carrie Nov 11 ’20 by riwa)

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