Stanley and the girl in the yellow one-piece 3.3 (25)

Posted on July 31, 2024 by riwa

She sat on the dock in a yellow one-piece and sunglasses. She stared out over the water, wondering where Tom was. She said she’d be right here waiting for him.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She sent a text saying Jane would be out here waiting for him. But she’d sent Jane off on a wild goose-chase.

The truth of the matter was: she had a crush on Tom. She wanted to spend some quality time with him in order to get to know him better. But Tom was supposedly seeing Jane. That meant she’d had to improvise.

She acquired a yellow one-piece, the type that Jane wore. The sunglasses were to obscure her face until Tom got close. Thankfully, she and Jane were of a similar build and hairstyle.

She was hoping to get on board the boat he would be arriving in without him catching on to her deception. By the time they were far enough out in the lake, she would remove her sunglasses and reveal herself. Then she would apologize by making up some story about covering for Jane.

With any luck, she would be able to talk him into a date. Hell, even a swim out on the lake might be enough to attract his attention. If she played her cards right, she might even talk him into doing a little skinny-dipping with her.

After a while, she saw a boat out on the water. She couldn’t be sure, but it looked like a guy with binoculars. Was that Tom?

She waved in an attempt to get his attention. He sat down and powered up the boat. Then he came in toward her.

‘It’s Tom,’ she thought with growing excitement. Now she had to get him to take her out onto the lake before discovering her deception. With any luck, he wouldn’t be angry, and it would turn into a nice afternoon together. Maybe she could even get him to ditch Jane.

The boat came in closer. But the guy on board didn’t look right. Was that Tom?

The boat slowed until it came up alongside the dock. She could tell in an instant that it wasn’t Tom. Disappointment filled her features.

“I saw you wave at me,” he explained.

“I thought you were someone else.”

“Oh?”

“I’m waiting for someone. He was going to come out here to get me. We were going to go for a ride on his boat.”

“Does he scuba dive?”

She thought about it for a moment. Jane hadn’t said anything about that to her about her Tom. And she herself certainly didn’t know enough about Tom to know whether or not that was one of his hobbies. It was quite possible, being as how he had a boat.

“I’m not sure,” she said carefully.

“That’s funny. I came across a guy out on the lake in scuba gear. He said he was setting something up for some girl he liked. He said she’d be wearing a yellow one-piece. I offered to collect her so it wouldn’t spoil the surprise. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Was Tom setting something up for Jane? If so, she needed to get there ahead of her.

She hesitated a little too long. “Maybe he was referring to someone else,” the guy sighed heavily. “Pardon me for intruding…”

“No; wait!” she cried out as she rose up and walked over to his craft. “I’m sure he was talking about me!” She wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away, especially if Tom thought it was Jane coming out to meet him.

He opened a side panel in his boat. Then he helped her aboard. She took a seat as he backed away from the dock before heading back out into the lake.

She could feel the excitement building within her. Then she got to looking around his boat. She could not help frowning at the sight of a strange concrete block with a metal ring sticking out of the top.

He slowed down as he reached the middle of the lake. But no boats were in sight. She looked all around, wondering why he was coming to a stop.

“Where’s his boat?” she asked as he cut the engine.

“Around that bend,” he replied as he pointed. “I told you: he’s in scuba gear. I don’t suppose you’ve ever used scuba before.”

“Of course I have!” she replied. She wasn’t about to risk losing Tom now.

He pointed downward. “I think he’s waiting down below. He hollered something about having something special in mind for this girl in a yellow one-piece.”

Something special? Was he going to propose to Jane? She couldn’t take a chance on that!

“He’s always so thoughtful,” she told him as she stood up and walked over toward the rail that opened to the water.

He picked up the rope and walked over to her. Then he started tying her ankles together. “What’s this for?” she asked in alarm.

“Your man hollered something about the girl in the yellow one-piece being quite the catch. He told me if I found her to bring her out so he could do something heroic to show his love and admiration toward her.”

She was a little unnerved. But she certainly wanted to take Jane’s place, especially if that meant she might steal him away from her. For the moment, she allowed him to finish tying the rope to her ankles.

He swung the gate open. She looked all around again. Then she pulled off her sunglasses and looked down before asking, “Are you sure he’s out here?”

He pointed down at the water. “There; right there! Don’t you see the bubbles coming up?”

“Where? I don’t see any – auugghh!”

A push into her back sent her pitching forward into the water with a splash. She submerged before coming back up. She sputtered as she gasped, “What the hell was that all about?”

“Don’t you see him?”

She looked all around. “I don’t see anyone!” But she frowned as she saw him attaching the other end of the rope to the cement block.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“He said he wanted to do something heroic. I assume this is what he was talking about.” Then he activated some attachment to the side of the block that started beeping and flashing before sliding the block with the rope toward the side of the boat.

Her eyes flew open in horror. “NO; WAIT! DON’T DO THAT??!!”

She swam over and grabbed onto the edge of the boat as he pushed the block off. It slid into the water with a splash and went straight down.

She cried out, “NOOO!” as she tried to hang on. But her long, false fingernails could not maintain their grip. He smiled at her as she lost her grasp, her anguished cry swallowed up by the undulating surface.

“Say hello to your scuba guy when you see him,” he murmured down at the water. “I’ll be back later tonight to move you to my garden.” A flurry of bubbles bursting up to the surface was the only reply.

He stood there watching until the bubbles stopped popping up at the surface. Then he turned and noticed the sunglasses sitting on the deck. She must have lost them before he’d pushed her out. He smiled as he picked them up. He would make sure they ended up back on her face before it was all over.

6-13-23 written for Megax1x and inspired by his idea from the TV movie Cabin by the Lake.

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The lady cop and the skinny-dipper (A JustPaul pool story) 3.9 (44)

Posted on July 30, 2024 by riwa

Verona stepped outside into the familiar humidity of the Florida Keys. She made her way over to the pool of the seaside resort she was staying. She was young and tall, with short, blonde hair that came down to her shoulders.

She walked around to the deep end. A set of patio loungers stood guard. It was roughly four am.

She smiled as she unwrapped the towel from around her strikingly beautiful, naked body.
Verona was feeling particularly horny. The best way to satisfy her urges was to immerse herself in order to get herself off. And with no one around to interrupt her, the resort pool would be ideal.

She quietly entered the water so as not to alert anyone to her presence. It felt cool and refreshing. It was just the thing she need on a hot, humid evening.

After a brief dip to the bottom of the pool, Verona floated on the surface for several minutes. She spent her time luxuriating over how good it felt. One hand grasped onto the ladder while the other slowly teased her lady parts.

She filled her lungs and submerged. Once more, Verona grasped onto the ladder, this time to keep from drifting upward. Then she went back to working on her tingling slit.

She released bubbles out of her mouth and nose as her body adjusted to the coolness of the water. Now it felt perfect. It was just what she needed to cool off without becoming chilled.

She bubbled again as her lady parts tingled. She slowly rose to the surface, gasping quietly the moment her head popped up. She was certain she could achieve the release she craved with a lengthy, lung-stretching breath-hold.

Verona hyperventilated a little. Then she filled her lungs with air. A moment later, she quietly submerged.

She went back down and grabbed onto the bottom of the pool ladder. Then she began working her slit with her fingers. She tickled her nub until she could feel it starting to build inside her.

A long breath-hold was just what she needed. She stayed down as the seconds ticked by. Her head was pounding, her lungs were burning, and her pussy was on fire.

Every caress brought her closer. Every flick of her nub intensified her need for release. Verona had been submerged a good two minutes, drawing ever closer to orgasmic detonation.

Her cheeks bulged as she released a few more bubbles. Now she was negatively buoyant, easily keeping her on the bottom. It would not be much longer. But could she hold her breath long enough?

She glubbed and bubbled as it swelled within her. She lost a few more bubbles. Her chest heaved as she fought to remain on the bottom of the pool.

Verona kept telling herself to fight it… stretch it out… push it even further. The agony in her chest would make the ultimate decision. Would she cum? Or would she drown before she could achieve the release she craved?

She had just passed three minutes of lung-busting ecstasy when it slammed into her with all the power of a depth charge. Verona cried out her release at the top of her lungs. Air billowed to the surface as she hitched and shuddered at the bottom of the pool.

She was so intent on her climax that she was totally unaware she had company. A young woman in uniform was looking down on her. The officer had been watching almost the entire time, greatly impressed with her breath-holding abilities.

At first glance, the lady cop was appreciative she was not the only female into the pleasures of underwater masturbation. She really hated to spoil the woman’s fun down on the pool floor. But now she had a job to do.

Verona’s lungs were empty as the pleasure of her climax subsided. A moment later she was all but blinded by a light shining in her eyes. What the hell??

She shot up to the surface. For a moment she was concerned whether or not she was even going to make it. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath.

It suddenly registered she was not alone. Then she waved a hand at the offending beam… “Would you get that damned light out of my eyes?”

“Sorry” was the reply. The light was thoughtfully directed to the side of the pool, although it was still close to her head.

Verona struggled to catch her breath as she looked up at the lady cop. “You really had me freaked out down there. For a moment, I thought I’d drowned and was supposed to follow the light or something!”

The officer smiled, almost chuckling. Then she became serious. “I’m sorry, ma’am. But I’m afraid you’ll have to come out of there right this instant.”

Verona was indignant. “Come out? What for? I’m not hurting anything. And I’m being quiet out here.”

“That doesn’t matter, ma’am. You’re out here after hours, and you’re skinny-dipping. That means you’ll probably be charged for trespass as well as indecent exposure.”

“Indecent exposure?? You’re kidding!”

“Fraid not, ma’am. The resort’s had complaints of people out in the pool after hours in the buff. They’ve started prosecuting violators.”

“Prosecuting??”

The officer sighed sympathetically. “Here, ma’am. Let me help you out of the pool.”

Verona was indignant as the young woman reached down and grabbed her wrist. She didn’t want to get out. However, the officer seemed attractive enough that perhaps she could be coerced into joining her?

In a flash, she twisted her hand and grabbed the lady cop’s wrist. Then she squeezed the central nerve. It had the effect of momentarily paralyzing the officer from her shoulder down to her fingertips.

The officer blinked in surprise. Verona took the opportunity to pull hard on the wrist. The lady cop let out a cry as she tumbled into the pool.

A struggle immediately ensued. The officer could no longer feel her arm as she was pulled under. She grabbed a quick breath before it was too late. Then she was below the surface.

The lady cop’s efforts were hampered from the outset. For the moment, she only had the use of one arm. Thus, she was really no match for her strong, naked adversary.

She was in a headlock when the perpetrator reached for her handcuffs. She bubbled in alarm. If they were used against her, the evening might very well conclude with a rather extremely unhappy ending!

Verona had the upper hand, and she knew it. She dragged the lady cop up to the surface for a quick gulp of air. No use drowning her right away, she thought… not when there might be some erotic fun to be had.

She quickly dunked her again, forcing the officer to work on holding her breath. With her head still at the surface, Verona couldn’t resist speaking out what she was going to do to the poor woman. Her underwater pleasures had been interrupted. Now she wanted to humiliate the bitch.

“Now, my sweet piglette,” she chortled. “I’m going to cuff you to the bottom of the ladder. Then I’m going to have a little look-see under your cute little uniform.”

The officer was indignant… and more than a little concerned. Her arm was still inactive when her adversary worked her down and cuffed her other wrist to the bottom of the pool ladder. Now she was in big trouble, as she was much too deep to try to stretch her face up for any kind of breath.

Verona had the young woman right where she wanted her. She eagerly popped the buttons to the uniform, exposing the chest. The bitch was not wearing a bra. Delightful!

Curious, she unbuttoned the bottom of the outfit. To her surprise, the officer was wearing split-crotch panties. “My – my; aren’t we naughty tonight!” Verona thought with a lewd grin.

The officer tried to resist. But it was no use. She soon realized her time would be much better spent conserving her breath, just in case this bitch wanted to drown her.

Her right arm was still useless, although she could feel it tingling. It would be coming back soon. By then, would it be too late?

Her adversary fondled and caressed her. Then she began pulling on the belt. Was the bitch going to strip her before having her way with her??

After going up for a quick breath, Verona moved between the struggling woman’s legs. She parted them before diving in. The officer felt a tongue applied to her lady parts, causing her to groan and bubble.

It certainly felt good. But she was running out of breath! She hoped the bitch was paying attention. Otherwise, this might not turn out well… unless those were her intentions all along?

The lady cop’s chest heaved. She was growing concerned. Feeling was starting to return to her arm, not that it was going to be much use in her current situation. She had to be set free in order to go back up and catch her breath… and set free right now!

Her adversary suddenly stopped licking. She came right up to her face and pressed their lips together. Then she blew.

The officer tasted her juices on the bitch’s lips. But with an inflow of stale air, the need in her chest was momentarily satisfied. Was the woman going to set her free now? Or was she going back to feasting on her twat?

Verona shot up to the surface. She panted for breath before filling her lungs. Then she headed back down. This was so much fun!

Once more, she buried her face in the lady cop’s snatch. The officer writhed and bubbled. The young woman could not help experiencing pleasure despite the danger she was in.

The feeling in her arm returned. Now she could move it. But what could she do with it down here?

There was only one thing that came to mind. Her breasts were tingling like crazy. Might as well tend to them as best she could.

The lady cop groped and fondled herself as pleasure was licked between her legs. She could feel the burn in her lungs return. Maybe if she played along, the bitch might not leave her on the bottom to drown after all.

Her chest hitched in warning. But her adversary did not attempt to give her mouth-to-mouth again. She would have to make do with the breath remaining in her lungs.

She released a little bit of air, hoping that might ease the strain while buying her some time. Now her hips were thrusting into the face of her adversary. She was on the verge of cumming. But was she going to orgasm before or after she started to drown?

She hadn’t cum yet. What’s more, the young woman between her legs wasn’t making a move to attend to her aching lungs. Was the bitch really going to allow her to drown??

“If I’m going, then I’m taking her with me!” And with that, she wrapped her legs around her adversary. She also put a hand on the woman’s head, holding her in place as she dug her heels into the trespasser’s ass.

Verona grunted in alarm. Now she was effectively pinned to the pool floor. This was a move she hadn’t counted on! If she wasn’t careful, they were both going to drown!!

She tried to wriggle free. But the officer was not letting her go. Now her own lungs were on fire.

Verona figured she only had one chance to recover the situation. So she blew her remaining breath into the pussy of her captive. Perhaps that might push the lady cop over the edge enough to cause her to loosen her grip.

Verona gave up her air in a whoosh of bubbles directed at the officer’s throbbing kitty. The lady cop stiffened. Then her legs loosened as she began to hump and shudder, her own breath billowing out past her lips.

Verona got free of the legs. Immediately she went to work on the cuffs. She could see the lady cop hitching, her eyes glazing over in afterglow.

The catch – where was the damned catch?? Verona finally found it. She pressed hard until it popped, opening the cuffs.

She grabbed the officer and hauled her to the surface. Her own lungs were on fire. Worse, the lady cop appeared to be hitching and gurgling. Was she swallowing water??

They burst up together, coughing and gasping for breath. The lady cop took one side of the ladder while Veronica took the other. The danger… the thrill… had it all been worth it?

The officer gasped and sputtered before calling out, “You… cut that… a little close… didn’t you?”

“Oh, come on!” Verona gasped in reply. “You… you fucking… loved it!”

“I thought you… were going to… drown me… for real!”

“Would I… do that to you?”

“How the hell should I know?? Maybe you wanted to do it for real, just to enjoy watching me spasm and convulse while my lungs flooded!”

It took another minute or two before they were able to settle down. That’s when the officer spoke first. “Baby, that was incredible. But next time, I think you’re going to be the cop-girl and I’m going to be the naked trespasser.”

“You’re on,” Verona panted with a chuckle.

The girl paused for a moment. “By the way. That arm thing you did? That was a nice touch.”

Verona laughed. “I learned that in martial arts school last week.” Then she looked all around.

“I suppose we should get out of here before we get caught by a real cop. But I must say… cuffing you to the ladder? That really turned me on.”

“I could tell.”

“Tell you what. Let’s go back to our room. I want you to fuck me underwater with a strap-on in our Jacuzzi tub.”

“Baby, that’s not all I’m going to do to you! In fact, I think I’m going to tie you up and half-drown your ass like you did me!”

Verona’s eyes twinkled. “You promise?”

2022 (written Jan 14 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s story idea and renders.)

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Hook 13 3.7 (32)

Posted on July 25, 2024 by riwa

The goat’s body shakes as it bleeds out from the slash across its throat. Hung upside down from its ankles and dangling from a hook in the ceiling, the blood flows freely out of the wound in its neck. Another few seconds and its life will have ended. The only thing left for it now is to serve its purpose as meat upon someone’s table.

Aneeqa wipes her hands and sets the knife down upon the table, quite pleased with herself. Another animal has been efficiently halaled, slaughtered in such a way that it will bleed out quickly. A moment later she activates the remote.

The goat jerks forward from the conveyor of hooks in the ceiling. It passes through the plastic leaves covering the door into the next section of the slaughterhouse. There she knows skilled hands will go to work skinning and butchering it.

Hands come up behind her and grab her without warning. She starts to cry out but a hand covers her mouth. Then she turns to see Richard standing there. She smiles as he embraces her, and she melts in his arms.

They have a few minutes before the next goat comes in. So she kisses him deeply. It isn’t long until he is roughly working her out of her bloody apron and then totally out of her work clothes. Her pussy moistens in anticipation of how wonderful it will be to have his cock penetrating her.

He bends her over the table and wastes no time. He is already hard, knowing he is about to have her. He is not surprised to discover how wet she is, how lubricated she has quickly become knowing he is about to take her.

He slides right in from behind. She immediately begins to grunt and moan. It is a hard fuck, a glorious shag; one she desperately needs. She feels how full he fills her pussy, and she senses he needs it just as much as she does.

It is not long before the urgent need swells within her. She starts to cry out in ecstasy. But he covers her mouth.

Inwardly she thanks him for that. She does not want the butchers beyond the plastic leaves to hear them. Then she screams into his hand as her orgasm claims her. A shudder ripples throughout her body, giving her intense pleasure.

He pounds her again and again; he has not cum yet. She loves how much he hungers for her. Aneeqa feels another orgasm fast approaching.

Hearing his feverish grunts as he thrusts in good and hard fills her with an incredible arousal. With one hard thrust she feels his cock empty itself inside her. She swoons as she cums again.

Her body shudders with pleasure as though it will explode into a million pieces. She is weak as a kitten. But she’s happy as a child at Christmas seeing all those presents under the tree. It was a hot shag; in her mind one of the best ever.

Obediently she goes to her knees and takes him into her mouth, lovingly cleaning him off. Then she rises to her feet. Aneeqa gives her lover a deep, soulful kiss.

She is taken aback when he suddenly turns her around. That’s when he starts to tie her wrists behind her back with a length of rope. He produces it from seemingly out of nowhere.

“There’s no more time for bondage games,” she whispers. “I must get back to the slaughter. They will be expecting another goat within the next five minutes.”

He says nothing as he continues tying her wrists together. “Lover?” she murmurs in confusion. That’s when he lifts her up, stretching her out nude upon the table upon her back.

“What are you doing?!” she gasps. He does not speak. He simply ties her ankles together.

She looks at him in utter confusion. What the bloody hell is he doing? Doesn’t he understand her schedule??

She must get dressed and get back to work! They’ll be expecting another slaughtered goat within the next few minutes. Otherwise they may come through the plastic leaves seeking an answer for the delay.

He looks down at her with a sad little smile. Then he reaches for the remote to the meat hooks. With a flick of his thumb, hook 13 is quietly lowered.

“Richard?” Aneeqa gasps in alarm. “Bloody hell, love! What are you doing? Don’t send me into the slaughterhouse all naked like this! Those blokes in there will never let me live it down! Besides, it will shame my father!”

He hooks the rope to her ankles. Then he activates the remote. It dutifully starts pulling her up off the table.

Aneeqa finds herself hanging upside down, gently twisting and swaying well off the floor. She is more than a little frightened now. She also cannot help feeling terribly aroused at her vulnerable condition. Erect nipples and a dripping pussy betray a perverse excitement

“Richard?” Aneeqa gasps quietly as she starts to hyperventilate. “Bloody hell, love; what are you doing?? Don’t leave me dangling like this! I’ll be the laughingstock of the entire slaughterhouse! What if they come in here and find me like this? Who knows what those guys will do to me while I’m upside down?”

It occurs to her how the butchers might make her suck their cocks. Right now she’s dangling with her mouth at a rather convenient height. Just what is her lover doing to her??

Richard smiles at her once more. He still has not spoken a single word the entire time. Then he picks up the knife she has been using for slaughtering goats.

He hefts it in his hand as though studying it clinically. Aneeqa inhales sharply. Her body jolts from a terrible arousal.

“Oh bloody hell, love! Don’t joke about a thing like that; ok? You know what it does to me… the fantasies I sometimes think about while I’m in here!”

He eyes the knife carefully. Then he looks right into her eyes. Aneeqa shudders at what she sees in his expression.

It scares the hell out of her. At the same time she feels an incredible surge of wildly erotic tingles. She gasps for breath while thinking, ‘He wouldn’t, would he??’

Richard steps right up to her. He takes the tip of the knife and carefully runs it back and forth across the skin of her neck. It leaves the faintest trail of goat blood across her throat.

Aneeqa shivers and moans, utterly frozen with terror. She cannot fathom him using it on her; she just can’t! But that look in his eyes tells her he is seriously thinking about slaughtering her right here and now as she hangs from hook 13.

“Richard?” she stammers breathlessly. “Lover?? You WOULDN’T!!”

He suddenly grabs a handful of hair. Richard roughly pulls her head back, exposing her slender column to the blade. Time stands still for Aneeqa as she yelps, whimpers and gasps for breath.

She tries to cry out for the men beyond, knowing they should be right on the other side of the plastic leaves as they work their assigned tasks in the slaughterhouse. But no words will come. Her throat has gone dry.

Richard brings the blade to her neck. Aneeqa stiffens, her mind screaming, “THIS JUST CAN’T BE HAPPENING!” Then with one quick move he slashes.

The cut is straight and true. There’s a sharp pain in her neck as she hitches and jerks in response. A moment later her body instinctively starts to orgasm so very, very hard.

Aneeqa’s eyes flash in complete and utter surprise. She feels her warm, life’s blood flowing out of the wound in her neck and down her face. Her heart pounds in her chest, furiously pumping the blood out of her body.

Instinctively she starts to gyrate around in her death throes. She knows from experience it will only take a few more seconds before she is gone. Richard calmly steps back to quietly observe.

A part of her wonders with amazement. Did she teach him that well? How did he make the cut so precise as to make her blood pump out without accidentally severing her spinal column?

Instinctively she tries to scream. Her lips open and close. There is no sound save for the gurgling of her life bleeding out of her throat.

She knows she cannot cry out now. It is too late. She will never cry out again. After all, she has seen this in each and every animal whose throat she has cut in this very same manner.

Her body jerks and gyrates as she stares at Richard in shock. Hers is an expression of WHY. He just looks at her dispassionately.

A smile flickers at the corners of his mouth. Then her vision fades. She cannot see him anymore.

Now there is only the grunts and gurgles of her dying, gyrating body. Soon even those are silenced. Consciousness slowly fades away with the flow of her life’s blood.

Richard tenderly kisses her bloodied lips. Her body hangs limp, save for a few sporadic muscle twitches. Then he activates the remote.

Hook 13 jerks its cargo forward through the plastic leaves into the slaughterhouse. It will give the butchers beyond a unique carcass to cut up. Inside there are cries of shock and surprise as he gathers his belongings and quickly departs.

2014; 2020 (written for a friend Feb 10 ’14; ed. Oct 21 ‘20 by riwa)

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Taylor’s followers 4.3 (43)

Posted on July 25, 2024 by riwa

I don’t know what made her do it. Hell, I wasn’t even sure it was real! All I know is that one day my daughter Carrie showed me the Instagram photo of Taylor’s head.

She’d been beheaded, her skull held up by a handful of hair. Her hair looked good except for a few speckles of blood. Her eyes were closed. I don’t know if she died that way or if her killer/executioner had closed them out of respect.

What really got me were the number of likes at the bottom of the photo. They were in the millions. I don’t know whether or not they were followers or had just spotted the photo on Instagram and left a “like”.

I’ll admit to being aroused upon seeing the picture. But my daughter went nuts about it. She thought it was sexy as hell.

She told me she wanted to see that many likes on a photo of her death. I laughed as I told her she would be dead and thus would never get to see them. She figured she would be more popular with a photo like that than she’d ever be in real life. Besides, there were reports some of Taylor’s followers were going out arranging to be beheaded just for the popularity of the situation.

Now Carrie and I like to play kinky games now and then despite us being mother and daughter. But I never expected such enthusiasm out of her. She really wanted to be beheaded and to have her picture posted to Instagram.

I told her no, thinking this would only be a passing fad. But there were even more reports of young women being beheaded. Apparently Taylor had started quite the craze.

One day Carrie told me she’d found a guy in town with a guillotine. She, her friend Debra, her lesbian lover Hilary and some other girl were all going to see him. She told me she just wanted to say goodbye and to tell me how much she loved me.

I tried to talk her out of it. But she was adamant. Besides, Hilary wanted to be beheaded, and Debra was enthusiastic as hell. Their fourth, a shy girl named Naomi, had asked to tag along as she really missed Taylor and wanted to go out like her.

I told her nothing doing. She said I couldn’t stop her. They were all 19 and committed to being beheaded so they could have their pictures posted like so many of Taylor’s followers were doing.

I wasn’t going to be able to change her mind so easily. So I tried a different tact. I told her I would allow it so long as I was able to be there in person as a chaperone.

I thought that might embarrass her. Instead she told me how exciting it would be if I watched all four of them get beheaded and then make sure to post their pictures to Instagram. She said the girls would love to have me there and would probably find it hot to have me watch each one die while taking pictures.

Can you believe it? My daughter up and called my bluff! Hell, she was thrilled I was going to tag along to watch each individual beheading!

What else could I do? I couldn’t very well say no, could I? To be honest, I couldn’t help becoming aroused just thinking about someone beheading my very own daughter in a guillotine.

I finally told her I would go along, take pictures and make sure they were all posted. She squealed with glee as she kissed me passionately. I think deep down she’d been hoping all along I would come along just to witness the great event.

I drove her around to pick up the others. I expected some sort of resistance from each one. To my surprise they were all excited to know I was going to stay and watch. Maybe it was because Carrie had told them how turned on she knew I’d be while witnessing each one being beheaded.

Hilary was thrilled I was tagging along. She told me Carrie had talked to her previously about our kinky games. When Carrie told her I might cum while watching the blade take her head, Hilary swooned with excitement.

Debra was no better. Her mom had put her foot down, so she’d come up with an excuse and snuck away. She told me my being there watching her die would be as though I was standing in for her mother. She said it was an incredible turn-on knowing I’d be there to watch the blade take her head.

At first Naomi didn’t know what to say. Carrie had her sit up front with me. Then my kinky daughter told her I was probably going to get off watching her beheading as well.

“Will you really?” Naomi asked me nervously with a shy smile.

“Yes, honey; I probably will,” I admitted. “Your soft, dark hair, those sexy oriental features, and that nice body you have with those lovely breasts? Imagining the blade coming down on that neck of yours? Oh my.” I had to wave a hand across my face just to catch my breath.

“You see?” Carrie crowed from the backseat with Hilary draped all over her. “What did I tell you? I told you mom would enjoy watching our beheadings if I could talk her into it! She’s going to go nuts watching our heads roll today!”

I looked at her in the rear view mirror as she grinned back at me. I thought I was the one who’d pushed for tagging along as a chaperone. Had she been trying to manipulate me this entire time? Did it really matter?

We got to the studio where an attractive brunette in a secretarial outfit showing ample cleavage sat behind a desk. She stood up and smiled at us the moment we walked in.

“My name is Jeanette. You must be the Walker party? Chad is in the other room getting things all set up.”

I reached out and shook her hand. “My name is Cassandra. This is my daughter Carrie, her friends Hilary and Debra, and our special guest Naomi. I certainly didn’t expect a place like this.”

Jeanette smiled. “We’ve actually had half a dozen ladies schedule appointments over the last couple of weeks. I had no idea so many people liked Taylor. It’s amazing how many wish to follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

“Is she really…?” I started to ask.

“No one’s seen or heard from her since that Instagram photo. Either she was serious as hell, or…”

“Or what?” I asked curiously, wondering if there was still some way of talking the girls out of it. The brunette just shrugged her shoulders.

I looked at Carrie and her friends and asked, “Are you sure you girls want to go through with this?”

“Taylor’s dead, mom!” Carrie stated. “So we’re all dead too! Right, girls?” They all nodded affirmatively.

Apparently Carrie spoke for them all. “Mom, we’re doing it for Taylor and for all the likes we’re going to get. Don’t worry about what happens to our bodies afterwards. They’re going to make sure we make it to Dolcett meats; right, Jeanette? Somebody out there probably wants to have a taste of some exotic girl meat; am I right, girls?”

They all nodded again. I looked curiously at Jeanette. “Is that right?”

“Yes it is, Mrs. Walker. I hope that doesn’t upset or offend you.”

“No, I guess something has to be done with their bodies after they’re beheaded.”

I looked at them all in disbelief, shaking my head with an amused smile. Lambs to the slaughter. So why the hell was I so damned aroused?

“We’re going to taste great, mom! And we’re going to get a ton of likes on Instagram. We’ve got a bet going as to who gets more.”

“Yeah, but none of you girls will be alive to find out who gets the most likes.” They just smiled as though they didn’t really care either way.

Chad came out and looked at our party. He was ruggedly handsome. I think that made it easier for the girls he met to willingly allow him to remove their heads.

He smiled as he told Jeanette, “I really hit the jackpot with this group! They’re hot as hell!” I thought I saw both Hilary and Naomi blush.

“Right this way, ladies,” he motioned grandly.

He led us down a hall and into a room. Cameras wired on tripods were set up from three different angles. The only thing that differentiated it from a normal studio was the metal framed guillotine standing in the center of the room.

It had a small, red-cushioned bench. A wicker basket with a lot of straw in the bottom was set to catch each head. There was a drain in the tiled floor close to the front of the guillotine. A hose hung attached to a wall.

Chad motioned all around him. “It’s going to get messy in here, ladies. You can wear your clothes if you wish. But if you want to donate them I’d suggest you remove them before they get all bloody. Besides, everyone I’ve beheaded thus far has chosen to ride the guillotine naked.”

My daughter was more than enthusiastic. “Yeah; let’s ride it naked! Someone else can wear my clothes. Maybe they’ll get excited knowing this was the last thing I wore before I was beheaded!” And with that she excitedly started to strip. Hilary quickly followed suit.

When Debra began to take off her clothes I saw Naomi hesitantly go about removing her garments as well. “What about you, mom?” Carrie asked the moment she was buck naked.

Hilary was in agreement. “Yeah, Mrs. Walker! You’ve got to strip too!”

I looked at Debra and Naomi. Debra nodded eagerly. Naomi shyly nodded as well.

I looked questioningly at Chad. He said it was ok with him. So I removed my clothes along with everyone else.

The girls paused to gaze at my nudity. Chad acted like he approved of what he saw. My daughter gasped, “You’re still hot, mom!” I could not help blushing a little at her remark.

Carrie looked at our photographer and smiled. “What about you? Shouldn’t you undress as well? You said there was going to be a lot of blood.”

“I don’t want to offend any of you ladies. But to tell you the truth, it would probably be better if I stripped too. I did mention all that blood we’re going to see.”

“Then you should get naked too!” Carrie replied enthusiastically. I think she just wanted to see his cock in the hopes she might get some sort of sexual reaction out of him.

None of the girls seemed to mind. I smiled as I told him it was all right with me. So he removed his clothes and set them off in a corner. I almost drooled at the semi-erect cock that sprang free.

I asked if I could take pictures. He said his cameras were all set up and programmed to snap photos automatically. I could use any of the shots they captured. I figured his equipment would create much better images than my iPhone. So I left it with my clothes.

He smiled as we all stared at his dangling package as it started to harden. It made me tingle with longing. It also made me wonder if I might be able to have some fun with him before his next scheduled beheading showed up.

He looked at all of us before solemnly asking, “All right; who’s first?”

For a moment the girls all looked at each other. Were they having second thoughts? It made me wonder who was going to back out at the last minute. After all, a beheading was rather final. It couldn’t be taken back once the blade had fallen.

“I’ll go first,” Hilary said as she tried to catch her breath.

“I knew it!” Carrie laughed. “She wants her picture to be the first one posted to Instagram.”

“Aww, I should have thought of that!”

“You can go next,” Carrie told Debra with a grin.

Chad retrieved a set of handcuffs. “I’ll put ‘em on!” Carrie declared as she took them from him. “Then I’m gonna eat her out before the blade comes down on her sexy neck!”

He told her, “Better wait until she’s on the bench before we cuff her wrists behind her back.”

“Oh yeah… right. Good idea.”

She and Chad helped Hilary lie flat on her back on the cushioned bench. There was only enough support for her back. Her legs hung spread off the end, leaving her cleanly shaved crotch fully exposed and moistened. Her brown, shoulder-length hair hung down toward the wicker basket below that was destined to catch her pretty head.

Chad and Carrie helped ease her into position. Carrie reached under and cuffed her wrists underneath the bench. Then Chad brought down the metallic lunette, latching it in place around her neck as she panted for breath.

I stepped over to a spot out of the way of the picture-taking. The other girls followed me. I couldn’t believe this was really going to happen and that Carrie’s lover was about to lose her lovely head.

Carrie immediately knelt between her legs and went to work. Hilary nervously looked up at the blade above her before panting, “Gawd, this is really going to happen, isn’t it?” Then she whimpered at the tongue action my daughter was giving her.

I smiled as I told her, “It certainly looks that way. Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind?”

“Oh no, Mrs. Walker. I… want a… I want a picture of my… of my head to be posted… to be posted to Instagram… to support Taylor and… ohgawd… to support Taylor and her… ohgawd, Carrie… her erotic choice to go out in style… oohhhhh!”

She writhed and moaned as my daughter worked her slit with her tongue while reaching out and groping her tits. Hilary looked up at the dangling blade and blurted out, “Gawd; what was I thinking?” She was really panting for breath.

Carrie seriously feasted on her crotch while rubbing and squeezing her heaving mounds. Hilary gasped and whimpered as she started to squirm. She began panting and moaning, indicating how talented my daughter was at muff-diving. I was already quite familiar with her oral skills.

I got so excited that I couldn’t help touching myself. Naomi panted as she watched in wide-eyed wonder. Debra gasped, “Oh fuck!” as she fingered herself.

Chad got out of the way and triggered the cameras. They began alternately snapping photos. “Drop the blade the moment she cums!” my daughter gasped enthusiastically. Then she really began eating her out.

Chad moved out of the way and over to what I assumed was the controls to the blade. Carrie and Hilary were the only ones left inside the trio of cameras snapping photos. My daughter feasted as though she was starving while Hilary writhed and moaned as she gasped for breath.

I couldn’t tell whether my daughter’s lover was frightened or excited. Her eyes were big and wide as she looked up at the blade hanging above her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she tried to catch.

Carrie mashed her face into that crotch and then really started slurping. Hilary began shaking her head. That’s when I think she finally grasped the enormity of her situation. Once Carrie made her cum, the blade was going to fall.

I could not resist doing a little masturbating. Naomi just kept panting as she watched in wide-eyed fascination. Debra worked her dripping slit with her fingers as she panted, “Fuck, yeah! Do it; drop the blade! Behead her now! Damn, that’s hot!”

Hilary really began shaking her head. “Wait; I’m not so sure…” Then her back arched. That’s when she started to cry out in orgasm.

The blade suddenly dropped. Hilary started to let out a cry. Then her head promptly disappeared into the basket. One moment it was there; the next it had simply vanished, dropping out of sight into the wicker to be replaced with jetting spurts of crimson.

I jumped with a start the moment the blade bottomed out with a loud thunk. I think we all did. Then I gasped as I climaxed right then and there at the sight of blood spurting.

“Fuck!” Debra yelped as she panted like crazy. Naomi just stared, panting and trembling. I think she had climaxed as well.

Hilary’s body tried to rise up as blood spurted out of her neck stump. But her cuffed wrists underneath the bench kept her down. She bucked and shuddered from erotic spasms galore as Carrie continued feasting and groping.

Chad stepped forward into the scene, his cock hard and dripping. He pulled the head up out of the basket and grasped onto a handful of hair. Then he showed it to the cameras, pausing until he heard each one snap off a photo or two.

He showed it to us standing there watching. Hilary had this incredible look of shock and surprise in her face. There was the faintest hint of orgasmic rapture reflected in her features. The blood in her hair and on her cheeks made it all too unbelievably real.

He finally showed the head to my daughter. Carrie came up out of Hilary’s crotch, her face covered with fluids. “Oh FUCK!” she gasped before rolling around on the floor in orgasm.

The cameras kept snapping pictures. Chad finally asked, “Any suggestions as to what I should do with this now?” Judging by her expression it looked like Hilary was barely conscious.

“Make her eat her cunt with it!” It was out of my mouth before I could consider how inappropriate the suggestion was.

My daughter gasped, “Fuck yeah!” So Chad brought the head around. He put it in Hilary’s soaked crotch so she could taste herself. By now there was all sorts of fluid back there, some of it smelling of urine.

After a few seconds Carrie stood up and took the head from Chad. She passionately kissed the lips. Then she held the bloody skull between her legs, deliberately humping Hilary’s face with her wet crotch.

It was highly inappropriate. But my daughter was never one to think clearly in the middle of something so incredibly kinky.

Carrie finally gave the head back to Chad. He took a rag and wiped it off. Then he allowed the cameras to take a few more pictures.

Carrie took it from him and kissed those dead lips one last time. The cameras just kept snapping photos. Then Chad took it over and put it on a shelf for display. The neck was still dripping a little blood, the facial features having sagged to indicate there were no further signs of life.

My daughter affectionately touched Hilary’s naked body all over. She finally looked at Chad and said, “I’ll post a couple pictures now if that’s all right with you.” He just smiled and nodded.

She retrieved her iPhone. The other two girls went over to help her pick something out. They looked over several pictures Chad showed from his cameras.

They finally settled on a couple they really liked. Even I went over to take a look. Carrie wanted me to see what they’d chosen.

There was one of Chad holding Hilary’s head up by a handful of that brown hair. It was a natural selection. But the girls had also selected one of Carrie kissing her dead lips. They all figured that one would get a ton of likes.

After posting the pictures to Instagram, my daughter helped Chad remove Hilary’s headless corpse from the bench after unlatching the cuffs from her wrists. They carried her body over where they laid it out along one wall feet first. The neck stump was pointed down toward the drain where the body could be allowed to finish bleeding out. Crimson rivulets headed for the drain.

Carrie finally looked at the other two girls before asking, “So who’s next? Who wants to go after Hilary? Whose picture are we posting to Instagram next?”

“I’ll go next,” Debra said quietly.

I looked at her and smiled. “Are you sure, honey?”

“Not really,” she confessed with some trepidation. “Mom’s not going to like this. But I’m going to do it anyway.”

“Atta girl!” Carrie blurted out enthusiastically.

Chad brought the handcuffs over. Debra looked at me and smiled, panting quietly as though she was trying to catch her breath. “Thanks for coming with us, Mrs. Walker. I’m glad you’re hear. Mom would never have agreed to this. At least now she won’t have to pay for my college education.”

She stood there as Chad cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then he led her over to the cushioned bench. A little bit of blood stained the front, causing her to stiffen and gasp in alarm.

Chad smiled as he asked, “Would you like to help me, Mrs. Walker?” It was a request that caught me by surprise.

I looked at him and then at Debra. She nodded as she breathed, “I’d like that.”

“Face up or face down?” Chad asked. “I forgot to ask before attaching the cuffs.”

“Face down, please. I don’t want to see that damned blade above me. I think that might really freak me out. I don’t know how Hilary managed it. Besides…” and she looked up to see it was back in position. “Her blood is dripping down off it.”

“That’ll make it even hotter!” Carrie gasped enthusiastically. A quick glance at Naomi made me wonder how she was doing, staring so wide-eyed like that.

I helped with Debra until she was flat on her stomach on the red bench. Chad and I slid her forward until her head was past the rail. Then he brought the lunette down upon her neck.

Her legs hung off the end, spread on either side of the bench. Her anal opening looked all puckered. Her pussy was wet and dripping.

A drop of blood fell, hitting the back of her neck. She looked down into the wicker and saw all those blood stains. Then she winced as she gasped, “Gawd, maybe you’d better do me right now!”

“Any last words?” Carrie asked with a laugh. She was all turned on, her nipples protruding out of her large breasts as she grinned lewdly.

Debra looked at Chad and his dangling cock as he stood right in front of her. She suddenly licked her lips as her panic subsided a little. “Could I, uh… at least have some dick before I lose my head?”

“I should have known!” Carrie retorted. “Mouth or cunt, cunt?”

“Both… if I can.”

“You’re such a slut!”

“So are you, Carrie. At least I’ll get some cock one last time before I go.” My daughter just laughed.

Chad had no problem with her request. It made me wonder if he’d serviced any of his other customers with his dick before their beheading.

He smiled as he stepped right up, straddling the bloody wicker basket. He helped get his cock into Debra’s mouth. She started sucking on it, acting as though she was enjoying it. I think it helped calm her down some from her impending beheading.

Carrie cruelly called out, “Hey, Debra! How’s the wicker basket look? Nice and bloody for your head to fall in there?” Debra just grunted with a mouthful of cock as her eyes flashed in alarm.

My daughter turned to me and grinned. “Happy to be here, mom?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, honey.”

“Looking forward to watching me lose my head?”

“Of course I am.” She just looked at me with lust in her eyes as she rubbed herself.

“What about you, Naomi?”

“Gawd, I… I don’t know. I…” She was trembling in wide-eyed fascination… or was it horror?

I was horny as hell watching Chad thrust into Debra’s mouth. She grunted and moaned as her cuffed wrists jerked around behind her back. It was incredible to watch.

He finally pulled out and moved behind her. He called out, “Mrs. Walker, if you’ll move next to that button over there you can trigger the blade whenever she’s ready. I’ve already got the cameras rolling.”

Carrie blurted out, “Drop it when she cums, mom!” My crazy daughter was already writhing while fingering herself.

Debra looked at me in shock. Carrie just laughed. “Just like Hilary, cunt! You’re going to cum so fucking hard!”

Debra seemed breathless, aroused and worried. I moved over to his panel, my pussy tingling like crazy. Then I found where the guillotine button seemed to be. This was going to be a first for me, beheading one of Carrie’s friends.

Debra looked over in my direction. She calmed herself down long enough to smile weakly at me as she panted, “I’m glad it’s you doing it, Mrs. Walker… oh gawd, his cock is really filling me!”

She began to writhe and groan as Chad thrust into her from behind. It made me squirm as though I could feel him inside me as well. I could only imagine the fear and arousal coursing through her body at that very moment.

She panted for breath as she writhed and winced. Carrie and Naomi had their eyes on her the entire time. Both appeared to be touching themselves. Naomi still didn’t know whether to be turned on or scared out of her wits.

My hand hovered above the button. Could I or couldn’t I? I wasn’t sure I had it in me… although maybe I did.

Naomi finally panted, “Gawd, I think she’s going to cum! This is… this is crazy!”

Carrie blurted out, “Do it, mom! Behead the slut!”

I looked at Debra and saw her panting for breath as she whimpered like crazy. Chad thrust harder in and out of her. He looked like he was really enjoying himself. It made me wonder how many other girls he’d fucked right before beheading them.

“She’s going to cum; she’s going to cum! Do it, mom; do it now!”

Chad thrust good and hard into Debra as she gasped for breath. The guillotine rocked a little. Then Debra looked right at me.

Was that fear or excitement in her features? I didn’t ask, so I’ll never know.

Her eyes rolled as she appeared to stiffen. That’s when I hit the button. One moment her head was there. The next it was gone as jets of crimson shot out from her severed neck. We all jumped again when the blade bottomed out.

Chad roared his release as Debra’s naked body bucked and shuddered on the bench. Then he motioned me forward… “If you don’t mind.”

I stepped out from my position and walked over to the wicker basket. I reached in and pulled out Debra’s severed head by her short brunette strands. Blood matted the left side of her face.

I pulled her out and tenderly kissed her lips. I felt them quiver as though she still had a little life left in them. I was trembling so bad from a perverse arousal that it’s a miracle I didn’t drop her skull. My daughter didn’t help matters any when she gasped, “That is so fucking hot the way you kissed her, mom! Do it again!”

I kissed her once more as cameras went off all around me. I tried to remember to hold her head up for one camera and then the other. Chad just kept thrusting in and out of her dying cunt as though allowing her spasming body to finish milking him dry.

“That is so hot!” Carrie panted.

Naomi breathlessly added, “Gawd; your mom really did it!”

I took Debra’s head back to Chad where I held it up in front of him. He pulled out of her pussy and took her head from me, holding it in his hands. Then he thrust his dick between her parted lips.

Her eyes appeared to flicker the moment he fucked her mouth. Then he pulled out and turned her head toward one of the cameras. Blood dripped off her severed neck as her eyes glazed over until her expression sagged tiredly.

My daughter popped off again. Naomi gasped and whimpered as she grabbed her crotch. I winced as a pleasant flush of warmth went right through me.

Carrie got her iPhone again so she could upload pictures to Instagram. Chad cleaned up Debra’s head as much as he could. He displayed it again for the cameras before placing it on the display next to Hilary’s. Then he and Carrie went through some of the pictures his cameras had taken.

Naomi went over to help out. They looked through several pictures as Chad asked me to help with Debra’s body. So I assisted him in taking off the cuffs, removing the corpse from the bench, and taking it over to lay out right next to Hilary.

I stood there for a long moment, staring at both headless corpses with their tits up. Blood still trickled out of both severed necks. Their pussies were wet from a combination of cum and urine.

I went back over to see what pictures my daughter and Naomi had chosen. Apparently they’d picked out one of me kissing Debra’s lips with blood on her face. That one was rather embarrassing to say the least.

I submitted my objections. But they were adamant, saying it was the best of the bunch. I had no doubt Debra’s mother was not going to be happy if she ever saw the picture of me kissing her daughter’s skull like that.

Carrie uploaded the photo to Debra’s Instagram page. Then she checked the action from her post of Hilary’s head. In just a few minutes time the likes were already well into the thousands. Apparently the girls were going to get their wish by having many followers and visitors view their severed skulls after their beheadings.

2020 (fictionally written for Carrie Sep 10 ’20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Posted on July 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming August rewards

Tanya the ballerina
Vacation 5
My very last day pt 1
Dorothy comes to the US
Take my breath away 2
The swamp chair
Helping her friend
Best laid plans 4
The hit on Revy Pt 6
Sadie Hawkins dance
Adult swim at the Y-40
Another temple dive story
Another Club story

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

Wow, it’s been a crazy month, hasn’t it? Things just keep getting crazier and crazier. Kind of makes you wonder if there’s another shoe and when it’s going to drop. So many things keep happening that it’s hard to keep track of them all. Who knows what August is going to bring. Some people are struggling with finances, health and loss, and that saddens me.

We’re now getting our fair share of all that hot weather. So I go out early in the morning and later in the evening as the sun is going down. I’m not a spring chicken anymore, and I’m certainly not in my prime. Surviving to this age has been an education. I have body parts I’ve never heard from before that creak and groan as though the whole thing is teetering on the edge. At least mom is doing well, although she does not go out in this heat. I bought us a sub sandwich the other day to split while I was visiting her and helping with little tasks to make things easy on her. She really enjoyed the sandwich, and us having lunch together.

I’m so appreciative of you. I know many of you have issues in your lives you are dealing with. So I’ve been shooting up prayers for all of you. It means a lot to me to have you as patrons, from the free side all the way up. So please take care out there. And thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Ducking Dottie 3.5 (30)

Posted on July 20, 2024 by riwa

Dottie knew how much I loved drownings. So she set up a ducking stool for me. She seemed extraordinarily excited about riding it for me.

I tied her to the chair using a particularly creative method. Her knees were bound together as rope went through her crotch. I think it hurt, but it also seemed to turn her on. Maybe she was turned on because I would be the one to submerge her.

“Now duck me, lover,” she said with a smile. “I really want you to enjoy yourself after all the orgasms you’ve given me.” So I lowered her into the pond until she completely submerged.

Huge bubbles came up before I lifted her right back up. She let out a shriek as she gasped, “That’s bloody cold!” I just smiled as I ducked her again.

More bubbles came back up as she submerged. I lifted her back up to see how hard her nipples had become. She really squirmed on her chair.

I gave her a series of quick ducks, making sure her head was completely submerged. Each time she came up she cried out as she gasped for breath. I was developing a serious bulge in my trousers.

Since she was naked, I decided I might as well join her. So I smiled as I removed my clothes so she could see my erection. She licked her lips despite how cold she looked.

I called out, “Ready, love?”

“No, lover! It’s bloody cold! So duck me anyway!”

My cock twitched as I dropped her into the pond. More sexy bubbles came up. Then I lifted her back up.

She let out a cry before I gave her a quick series of duckings. She bubbled like crazy when completely submerged. She cried out to the high heavens whenever she was at the surface and could get a breath.

I called out, “Are you going to cum for me underwater?”

“I just bloody did!” Then I grinned as I ducked her again.

There were not as many bubbles as she tried to hold her breath. She looked so damned sexy as I kept her submerged. She released more bubbles before I lifted her back up.

She came up gasping like crazy. “Bloody hell, love! I thought you were going to drown me that time!”

“Was it exciting?”

“I nearly had another orgasm, love.”

“Then why don’t you cum for me.” And with that I ducked her again.

She was totally submerged. Yet I could clearly see her bound, naked body. She wriggled until she cried out another froth of bubbles.

I lifted her back up, allowing her to gasp for breath. I smiled as I stroked myself. Then I called out, “Ready to drown for me now?”

She gasped for breath as her eyes went wide. She could tell how excited I’d become as I stroked myself. So she asked, “Are you going to cum if I drown for you, love?”

“Just as soon as I witness those drowning bubbles, darling.”

“Then do it, lover! Cum as you drown me!”

I dropped her back into the pond. She wriggled and squirmed like crazy as she tried to hold her breath. I could not resist stroking myself at such an erotic sight.

A huge eruption of bubbles burst up to the surface. I lifted her up until she gasped for breath. But I dropped her right back down.

I could tell she couldn’t hold her breath as long. She wriggled and bubbled like crazy. There was another eruption of bubbles, and I was pretty sure she’d popped off again.

I lifted her back up out of the water. She gasped as I called out, “Last breath, Dottie!” Then back down she went.

I let go of the ducking stool and stepped forward to watch her. I stroked my dick the entire time. She was looking right at me as though she knew this was it and that I was going to get off to her drowning.

She wriggled around on the chair as she tried to hold her breath. But I’d exhausted her. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

There was a sudden eruption of bubbles. Then she really started to panic and thrash about. Drowning bubbles started to pour up to the surface.

I stroked until I shot a load toward the water in her direction. My cream splattered the surface as more drowning bubbles came up. Her face contorted in agony as she hitched and convulsed.

She finally settled down until she was no longer struggling. Dottie sat there in the chair, her eyes wide and her lips parted. It was the most incredible death stare I had ever seen.

I thanked her for such an entertaining drowning. Then I simply left her there. I figured that would turn her on, being left in that chair underwater until someone stumbled onto our erotic little drowning scene. Maybe it would cause someone else to cum at the sight of her sexy corpse.

2021 (written for Dottie 2-24-21 by riwa. Inspired by her manip. I miss her.)

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Drowning in rainwater 4.1 (27)

Posted on July 20, 2024 by riwa

I love your story, which is just about word for word as I see it in my fantasy. It is a fantastic turn on for me. I have another one too, fantasizing that my brother-in-law takes me for a ride in his car. We come across a disused, deep water tank full of clear rain water. He looks at the tank, then longingly at me. I say, “Would you like to put me in there?” and in a whisper he says, “yes, Dorothy.” So he helps me undress, then ties my ankles just above my knees, and then ties my arms behind my back. I can see how aroused he is as he picks me up, gives me a gentle kiss, and drops me in. Two endings: first he just watches me kick and struggle. Then he pulls me out. Or, he watches me drown. It all depends on my mood which one I use. ~ Dorothy
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My brother-in-law picks me up and takes me out to lunch to pump me for information on what to get my sister for her upcoming birthday. He’s a very nice chap, and we share a good meal together. As far as I’m concerned, she married a good man.

After lunch, he asks me if I want to go for a ride with him out to the country. He tells me I can give him any more tips I may have on how to please my sister. I tell him it sounds like fun, and we head out of the city.

He’s a rather handsome fellow, and I feel a certain stirring down below. But I would never do anything to hurt or betray my sister. Still, I find myself wondering what I would do if he ever asked me to do something… unusual. I have no idea such an opportunity is about to present itself.

I feel a shiver of unease when we pull off the highway. We head down a dirt road toward what looks like an abandoned farmhouse. “Where are we going?” I ask with a nervous laugh. “You’re not going to take me somewhere and drown me, are you?” It’s been a running joke between us ever since I let it slip that I enjoy drowning stories.

He looks at me, but says nothing. However I see this look in his eyes. That’s when I feel another shiver of unease. Where the bloody hell could he possibly be taking me?

We pull into the yard and stop over by the barn. Then he shuts off the engine. “I’ve got something to show you, Dorothy,” he tells me quietly. For some reason it sends another shiver rippling through me.

We get out of the car. He leads me over to this old barn. The ground slopes up a couple of feet to a large, circular metal container with a cover on top of it.

I’m shocked when he lifts the cover off and shows me the interior. It’s a partially buried water tank, one that is designed to catch rainwater. The water looks crystal clear.

I can see all the way to the bottom. It looks about eight feet deep and around six feet in diameter. I gasp in alarm as my heart leaps into my throat.

I turn to look at my brother-in-law in shock. There’s a strange look on his face. It sets me to trembling like mad.

“You want to put me in there, don’t you!” I gasp in astonishment.

“If you please, Dorothy,” he says, his words barely above a whisper.

Glancing down, I detect a very noticeable bulge in his trousers. Then he steps out of sight around the corner of the barn. When he returns, he has several coils of rope in his hands.

Suddenly I can’t move. My feet remain rooted in place. My breath catches in my throat.

I’m astonished to find myself so very, very wet. Bloody hell; this is insane!

My brother-in-law looks at me expectantly. Is he waiting for permission to truss me up? I can’t move, can’t think… can’t even speak. All I can think about is being dropped into that bloody tank!

He comes forward and begins to disrobe me, moving slowly and deliberately. “I want to see you naked, Dorothy,” he murmurs, a tone of excitement in his voice.

I can’t stop him. I can’t even move a bloody muscle!

I’m embarrassed as hell when he strips me naked. My nipples are hard as pebbles. I find myself dripping from a terrible arousal.

He doesn’t even touch me. He just stands there for a moment admiring my naked body. If anything, that bulge of his looks even bigger.

“You’re really turned on by all this; aren’t you, hun!” he observes as he turns me around. Then he ties my arms behind my back. I can’t help myself as I moan softly.

I have rubbery legs. I’m trembling so bad that it takes everything I have just to stand upright. Is this really happening??

“Can I tell you something?” he says as he bends down and ties my knees together. “I’ve got this image in my mind of you bubbling underwater, Dorothy. And it really turns me on. I hope you don’t mind my saying so.”

His words send a jolt of arousal running through me. I find myself trembling like a leaf.

I’m unable to utter a word as he moves further down and ties my ankles together. “I can tell how aroused you are, hun,” he murmurs softly. “Your nips are really hard, and your pussy is glistening. This must be making you wet. I didn’t fully understand until now. But I guess you really do have a drowning fetish, don’t you.”

He chuckles with amusement. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. Then he finishes with my feet.

He reaches out to steady me. I’m so unnerved – so terribly aroused – that I can hardly think straight. Then he steps around the corner of the barn one last time.

He returns almost immediately with a small block of cement in his hands. “Bloody hell!” I breathe, unable to stop trembling. He just smiles knowingly at me.

He leans down and ties the damned thing to my ankles. Then he rises to give me one last look. “You look sexy as hell. I really want to thank you for doing this.”

I swallow hard. My eyes are open in wide-eyed horror. I can’t believe how fearfully aroused I’ve become.

He gives me a peck on the forehead before looking deep into my eyes. “I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m going to, hun.” Then he picks me up and carries me over to the edge.

I try to find my voice to tell him to stop. But the words simply won’t come. Is this really going to happen?

He lets me go, and I fall backward, hitting the water with a splash. The next thing I know I’m cumming like gangbusters. My breath blows out of my body in massive bursts as I sink to the bottom, wildly thrashing and jerking about the entire time.

The cement block is not that heavy. But it’s certainly enough to take me straight to the bottom. I’m chilled by the cold water, and it almost steals my breath away.

When I look up, I see him standing there with his cock in his hand. He’s furiously stroking as he looks down at my predicament. In an instant I know I’m so fucking screwed.

I dolphin kick like mad for the surface, desperate to refill my aching lungs. Amazingly, I just barely make it. But I only have time to gasp quickly for breath before the block pulls me right back down. I wonder if it’s the only breath I’m ever going to get.

I sink to the bottom where I immediately start thrashing about, desperate to free myself. I kick hard, jerking against the cement block with my ankles. But this time I don’t have enough strength.

I used my one and only frantic burst of adrenaline to reach the surface. I’m too tired for another try. If he doesn’t reach down to pull me back up, I’m going to drown down here.

I look up at him in horror, watching him stroke himself as my lungs start to heave. The bloody bastard is so turned on watching me squirm and bubble down here. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before.

I can feel another orgasm welling up inside me. It’s one I know will steal my breath away. This one will claim my life if he doesn’t intervene.

I look up at him, anxiously waiting for him to reach down and grab for me. But he just keeps standing there, looking down at me while eagerly stroking his cock. Why isn’t he reaching down to help me??

What if he’s going to put the lid back on top of me and leave me here? It might be weeks or months before someone stumbles upon my body. Bloody hell, it might be even longer!

Instinctively I thrash about, certain I’m going to drown. That’s when it goes off inside me with a massive eruption. Air bursts out of my mouth as my back arches.

A hot wave of pleasure surges through my body. Then my lungs give out. I gurgle as I get my first lungful of killing rainwater.

Instantly I’m sent me into painful spasms. My body convulses as I cough air out of my lungs, my breasts bouncing wildly. That’s when I see his cock go off. His seed arcs through the air to splatter into the water above me.

I cough and convulse painfully, more water rushing down my throat. Oddly, I can feel it invading my pussy and my arse as though brutally raping every one of my holes. That sets off another devastating climax, an orgasm that nearly obliterates my senses.

With one last cough my body goes limp until I gently sway back and forth. Stray bubbles slip out past my parted lips. My brother-in-law looks down on me with this smile of sexual satisfaction.

He zips back up. I do not hear him murmur, “Thanks, love. That was incredible! Watching you drown was bloody fantastic!”

If only I could still see. Then I would realize my worst fears are being confirmed. He takes the lid and solemnly covers me with it, leaving me entombed within the large tank of rainwater.

2011; 2021 (written for and inspired by Dorothy Dec 29 ’11; ed. Jan 27 ‘21 by riwa)

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Joia 15-16 4.3 (19)

Posted on July 15, 2024 by riwa

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“No!” Joia gasped. “Mistress, I beg of you! Marsona is innocent of any wrongdoing!”

“I do not heed the word of one who conspires against Master!” she spat back at her. A moment later the door opened and Marsona came out flanked by the guards.

The first thing Marsona saw was the back of the truck in her direct line of vision. The naked bodies of Avelina and Osanna were sprawled carelessly, their severed heads strewn about haphazardly. As tears filled her eyes, she spotted her beloved friend and ran to her, breaking away from her escorts. They did not go after her.

Marsona hugged Joia as the two shed tears for each other. “Enough!” Mistress told them callously.

She tried to pry them apart, causing the two guards to come over and pull Marsona away. Clemencia angrily addressed Joia’s dear friend. “Perhaps you would care to enlighten me why the lips of your sisters remain silent.”

“Because Joia is innocent,” Marsona said bravely, trying to stand proud. “We will speak to Master.”

“You will confess to her guilt or you will die with her!”

Joia looked at her friend with pleading eyes to save herself. But Marsona remained resolute. “If I confess to anything, it will only be to Master. I know of your plan to destroy us all. You will live to regret this day.”

“STRAP HER DOWN!” Clemencia bellowed in a rage.

Joia shook her head, crying “No… no…” Her friend was strapped down onto the wooden slab. Parts of it were now stained with the blood of her slain sisters.

Marsona tried to catch her breath. It was obvious to Joia her friend was all too aware of her impending death. The young woman’s naked chest rose and fell.

Joia was surprised to notice how erect the poor girl’s nipples had become. It sent chills of dreadful excitement racing through her. It shamed her for experiencing such feelings, especially at the impending death of her dear Marsona.

“I think I shall enjoy this one,” Mistress observed with a lecherous sneer. Joia cried out in shock, her eyes wide as she shook her head in denial.

She heard Marsona’s last words…”I love you, Joia!” followed by Clemencia’s… “Slay the wretch!” The executioners hand went up for the rope. Then the blade fell.

There was a solid thunk. Marsona’s head lazily tumbled backward. Where her head bounced, little clumps of reddened earth stuck to her hair and cheek.

Joia cried out as it shuddered warmly through her body, a shameful response to the loss of her friend. Then she wept bitterly as though her heart had been rent in two.

She sobbed as the executioner lifted up Marsona’s head. There was a look of surprise on the young woman’s face. For a few seconds Joia was certain her friend could still see and hear all. Then the expression sagged tiredly, setting Joia to wailing anew.

“Weep not for her, you wretched girl,” Clemencia told her. “You will see her again quite soon, I can assure you.” Then she paused, looking at her with cruel amusement.

“I tire of this game. Besides, the new girls will be here soon.” Then she snapped her fingers.

Marsona’s naked, headless torso was unstrapped. Then it was casually tossed into the back of the truck. The blade was dutifully prepared as yet another of her sisters was brought out.

Pavia wasn’t even questioned. When Mistress pointed, the guards set about to strapping her down right away.

Pavia saw the contents of the back of the truck. She saw Joia and her tear-stained cheeks. Then she was upon her back almost immediately, whimpering with fright as her chest heaved.

There was no time permitted for her to speak, no time for her to even question why she was being killed. All she got out of her mouth was a questioning “Mistress???” before the blade fell.

Joia winced and shuddered from a mixture of excitement and revulsion. The young woman’s body was unstrapped. Then it was tossed unceremoniously into the back of the truck along with the others.

The executioner paused long enough to pick up her head. He showed it to Clemencia who acknowledged it with a nod. Then he tossed it into the truck as well before turning to prepare his machine for the next one.

It was the same with Susanna, Lora and Olive. Each one was brought out, strapped down and summarily beheaded. Not a single question was asked of them.

Joia became numb with grief. She no longer tried to hold back the disgusting sensations that kept coursing through her body. She knew now that part of her horrific punishment would be to watch all of her sisters die before her. It was almost more than she could bear.

Poor Mirabel was absolutely terrified when she was brought out. She stiffened upon viewing the growing pile of headless bodies in the truck. Then she offered to speak.

This one was willing to testify to anything that would spare her life. Joia bore her no ill will. But it did not matter.

Clemencia ignored her cries. A motion with her head at the executioner had the young woman slain immediately. Mirabel’s scream of terror was cut off as the blade swooped down with a loud thump.

Poor Sabelina suffered the least. She observed the naked, headless bodies of her sisters piled haphazardly in the back of the truck. Heads were scattered every which way. It was too much, and she simply fainted where she stood.

She was limp and unmoving when she was strapped down. She appeared to suffer the loss of her head unaware until the fatal moment. Joia was thankful for the one small mercy fate had decided to give to the poor girl.

Ediva was brought out last. She was similar in age and build as Joia. She immediately observed the pile of bodies in the truck.

She caught sight of Joia and the devastated look in the young woman’s haunted eyes. Then she was taken to the wooden slab and strapped down. Strangely, she did not speak, perhaps out of shock or because she simply knew it would serve no purpose.

Clemencia cruelly brought her bound captive over to her last living sister. “Do you have anything you wish to say to your fellow conspirator before I claim her head?”

Joia noticed how hard the poor girl’s nipples had become. Despite her sorrow, she was again filled with a sense of shameful excitement. “I will see you soon, Ediva,” she responded sadly. “I am so sorry. I love you all. Say hello to Ysabella for me.”

“We will all be waiting for you, Joia,” Ediva sniffled as tears welled up in her eyes.

Up close Joia could see how frightened the poor girl was. She quickly took in how the young body was trembling in the straps. She felt it swell disgracefully within her, the prelude to yet another internal eruption of warm pleasure as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

Clemencia allowed no more speech. With a nod of her head at the executioner, the blade fell abruptly. Joia winced and then shuddered as the head of her last sister tumbled onto the bloody ground. Ediva’s body bucked twice and then twitched within the straps.

“Let her see her face!” Mistress ordered.

The executioner bent down and lifted up the severed head by the hair. Tears filled Joia’s eyes as she looked into the wide-eyed expression of her slain sister.

She could see the trickle of blood out of the open mouth. She observed the faint twitching of the eyes and lips. Poor Ediva’s soul had not yet departed.

The expression sagged tiredly. Then the life left her eyes. Joia began to wail anew over the loss of her companions.

Clemencia pulled her away to allow the guards to remove the naked body. Despite the many waves of disgraceful pleasures she had felt, Joia’s body was wracked with sobs at the knowledge the last of her sisters had been executed. Her fears and Marsona’s observations had proven correct. Mistress had indeed wanted them all dead.

At that moment there was a rumble in the compound. Joia and Mistress both turned to look as a convoy of vehicles pulled in. For a moment she felt a faint hope that Master had returned and that perhaps she might get to gaze upon his face once more before she joined her sisters in eternal rest. But it was not Master’s convoy.

“What exceptional timing this is!” Mistress remarked as she saw the truckload of females start to back up. She beamed with pleasure. “Out with the old; in with the new!”

Joia saw the new girls were looking back at her. She locked eyes with one of them. The poor thing appeared to be shocked, no doubt wondering what Joia might have done to be displayed so shamefully.

It reminded the young woman of a day that now seemed so long ago when she and her captive sisters had entered the compound. On that day she herself had witnessed a young woman lose her head. Those girls were in for quite a shock. Joia felt bad for them.

“As you can see,” Clemencia told her with cruel amusement. “You are going to be replaced. Master will not miss you any more than he misses any of the previous girls he has taken pleasure from. And surely he will miss none of those girls over there when the next truck arrives one day to replace them.” Then with a smile of triumph, she turned her over to the two guards, telling them to free her arms and then strap her down.

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 15 ’10; ed. Jun 21 ‘21 by riwa)

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Much of the wooden slab was slickened with the blood of her companions. Joia gasped as she was placed upon it, sliding a little in the sticky substance. Then her head was pushed through the opening.

The top section of the lunette was brought down with a clack, locking her neck into place. Her arms were pinned to her sides. Leather straps cinched tightly across her quivering flesh.

She could not help staring upward at the blade above her. It was stained and dripping with the life blood of her slaughtered sisters. A couple of droplets splattered onto her neck, causing her to inhale sharply with dread.

Joia’s vision was quite limited. She could not see past her neck to the rest of her body. It made her feel extremely vulnerable.

She panted heavily as though unable to catch her breath. Her chest heaved as she tried in vain to calm herself. She was now fully enveloped by the terror – and perverse excitement – of her situation.

Instinctively she squirmed anxiously as though testing the straps that held her in place. “A rather interesting sensation, is it not?” she heard Clemencia tell her. Then she saw the leer in the sadistic woman’s face as Mistress bent over her.

“The anticipation… that feeling of terrified helplessness. Do you suppose your sisters felt the same way once they found themselves in this situation? Are you feeling it now? Tell me: do you feel the responsibility that now rests upon you, the judgment that will soon sever your head from your body?”

Joia did not respond. A part of her just wanted to get it over with. But she couldn’t help whimpering.

She felt a terrible excitement, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She was afraid, yet incredibly aroused. Her little nipples felt as though they might actually pop off.

“What is this?” she heard Mistress observe. A moment later she felt a hand caress her swollen mounds before fingers explored her swollen nipples.

Joia’s face went crimson. She was embarrassed upon realizing her disgracefully excited state had been discovered. She whimpered pitifully, wishing the blade would just fall and end her great shame.

“And this?” Mistress continued.

Joia felt a hand touch her crotch. It poked, prodded and explored. Her arousal had been fully discovered, further amplifying her humiliation.

“Do you find your situation exciting, little one? It’s a shame Master is not here to share this moment with you. However…”

Clemencia paused as though considering a further course of action. Joia trembled with fear and a perverse thrill. She was afraid she might erupt with internal pleasure at any moment from the shameful feelings she was experiencing. It would be the final humiliation, one Clemencia was sure to observe.

“It is my understanding she has found favor with Master,” she heard Mistress tell someone. “You may find that out for yourselves, if you so desire. In fact, I fully authorize it.”

Joia was alarmed. What did that mean? What more did Clemencia have in store for her? Wasn’t losing her head enough??

She heard a disturbing rustling sound. Joia panted heavily as she stiffened with alarm. She was even more afraid now, afraid of what else they might do to her before the final moment.

Her fear and excitement intensified, the shame increasing as she awaited her fate. Then she yelped as hands spread her legs wide. A moment later she felt a violation.

It was a penetration similar to what she experienced whenever Master was using her…

Joia gasped in horror as she understood what was being done to her. She cried out in revulsion as she was filled by a male penis. Then it swelled within her.

Despite her best efforts, she could hold it back no longer. Memories of Master’s tenderness and the pleasures they shared fully enveloped her. She shuddered shamefully, embarrassed at the pleasure she experienced.

The executioner’s penis suddenly appeared above her, causing her to let out a cry. She felt him grab a handful of hair by the back of her head. Then her head was tipped back as he thrust into her mouth.

Joia felt her body start to rock back and forth as the guard between her legs thrust in and out of her. She gurgled with her mouth full. A wave of self-loathing swept through her.

Even though she was powerless to stop it, she felt that the violation had soiled her. They had desecrated her body in such a way that she was no longer worthy to serve for Master’s pleasure now. What’s more she could feel her body begin to respond.

Her eyes started to fill with tears of sorrow and humiliation. Then her mind reprocessed the event. It was no longer the executioners… it was Master. This she could rationalize, and her body responded even more.

She heard a grunt of satisfaction. Joia recognized the sensation of a man depositing his seed inside her. It was just as Master had done many times before.

It was too much for her. Joia was overcome by a warm wave of intense pleasure. The blade… the humiliation… Clemencia standing nearby to observe… she gave herself over to it all. After all; life had become short. What did it matter now?

The executioner began to fill her mouth with his seed. She choked and gurgled as it spilled out around the corners of her mouth. Still, she lowered her defenses and gave in to the inevitable as her body responded in kind.

Tears filled her eyes she felt herself being violated once again, tears of pleasure and humiliation. Then Clemencia came into her field of vision. “Is this why Master likes you so much?” she asked with a chuckle.

Joia got out a sob before the executioner stepped back. Another penis appeared and was thrust into her mouth. It was a degradation of the worst sort – being violated before she was to be executed, just like what had been done to poor Gemina.

Joia gave in to the pleasurable sensations as though she was with Master in his private chamber. She even felt a violation of her rectum. Yet she still responded the way she had when Master had penetrated her thus, experiencing warm waves of pleasure amidst the pain of the violation.

When it was finally over, Joia panted weakly as tears streaked down her cheeks. Then Mistress stepped forward into her line of sight. “It gives me great pleasure to do this myself,” Clemencia told her with a cruel smile.

She took up the rope as though eager to do the deed herself. Joia felt a sudden surge of terror mixed with incredible excitement. Her eyes widened as she trembled against the straps that held her in place.

“Just one duty left to perform before I go help the new girls settle in,” Mistress told her with a leer. “Perhaps now you have learned, little one. No one will ever take my place here in the compound.”

Joia gasped in horror, steeling herself as her chest rose and fell dramatically. She felt something massive begin to swell within her. But she made no effort to stop it as she tried to catch her breath. Besides, what would it matter now? She was about to lose her head.

“Make sure she is left next to Ysabella,” Mistress told the guards as she looked down at the trembling young woman. “That will be a fitting end for a common criminal. Together their bodies will nourish the wild animals.”

Mistress paused dramatically. Joia could not take her eyes off the blade. At that moment her senses felt sharper than at any other time in her life.

She tasted the remnants of the multiple discharges in her mouth. It reminded her one last time of Master. Oh, how she was going to miss him.

Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She was shamefully aware of the cream leaking out of her holes. She felt like she was teetering on the precipice, caught between great pleasure and unbridled terror.

The morning sky never seemed so blue, nor the air so clear. She thought she could hear the faint cries of alarm from the truckload of girls that surely must be watching in horror. Then she saw Mistress release the rope.

As the blade came down, Joia felt an incredible eruption of intense warmth inside her. It was stronger than any other similar sensation she had ever felt before. For a moment she thought she would be battered into oblivion before the blade even reached her.

There was a sharp pain in her neck moments before her world tumbled dizzily. She felt blood and earth upon her face. Then she tasted blood and ejaculate in her mouth.

For a moment she was suddenly looking up at the sky. Then she was lifted up into the air so that she could see the faces of the new girls in the truck watching her. Amazingly she could hear their screams of horror.

She was turned yet again until she saw her naked body, bucking instinctively against the straps. Her legs were spread disgracefully. A part of her understood, yet she still thought it odd she could not feel any part of her body below her neck.

She saw the guards looking at her. Then she was swung around until she found herself facing Clemencia’s grinning visage. “Say hello to your sisters for me, little one.”

The voice was cruel and compassionless. But it seemed to have come from far away. Then her vision failed her.

For a moment there was a grey darkness. Then it lifted like a fog. Joia was surprised to see her sisters coming toward her in flowing gowns.

They were smiling warmly at her as Marsona lead them. But as they approached, they parted to reveal Ysabella who came right up to her. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she and her matron hugged warmly…

…and then her vision failed her for the final time…

EPILOGUE

If Clemencia believed Master would simply move on from Joia, she was mistaken. It seems she had severely miscalculated just how much the young woman had stolen his heart. He was instantly suspicious of the plot Mistress laid out before him once he returned from his travels.

He immediately questioned the executioner, several of the guards and a couple of the matrons. The truth was fully exposed within a very short time. If there ever was a plot, it apparently had manifested only within the dark recesses of Clemencia’s jealous mind.

It was revealed to Master how cruelly Ysabella and Joia had been treated. It was also revealed how their bodies had been disposed of out in the deep woods. Master was infuriated.

Clemencia was taken down to the lower room where she was severely flogged. Afterwards, she was taken out where she was strapped down under the blade. All of the guards were allowed to have their way with her. Ironically she was forced to experience the very same indignities she had subjected Joia to.

As a final punishment, her holes were burned just as she had done to poor Alviva. Her agonized screams were silenced only by the falling blade. When her head was finally lifted up, she was allowed to gaze upon Master’s angry countenance. He had come out specifically to watch the loss of her head.

She was conscious long enough to hear him order her remains to be taken out to the deep woods and left for the wild animals. The scream of horror she heard was only in her mind. Then her consciousness faded away.

Master sent guards out to retrieve the remains of Joia and her matron, what little they could recover. They were tenderly buried side by side in a special place outside the compound.

He visited the grave often. It was a long time before his grief was exhausted. As a result, the truck was sent out less often.

There were fewer executions. His heart had been softened. But no matter how long he searched or who was brought in to his private chamber, no one could fill his heart like Joia had done.

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 15 ’10; ed. Jul 31 ‘21 by riwa)

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You’re next 4.4 (34)

Posted on July 10, 2024 by riwa

Dawn calmly made her way down the corridor. She tried to put on an air of indifference. But deep down, she was extremely nervous.

For all intents and purposes, this was going a little too far. All she wanted to do was achieve an orgasm. She’d been promised she would experience one here. But there was a pretty steep price to pay.

Light shown through an open doorway. She heard a cheerful female voice call out, “Are you ready in there?” There was no response.

“Ok; here goes!” Then she thought she heard the sound of jetting water.

Dawn reached the door and stepped inside. She’d been told what to expect. But what she saw still made her gasp.

A naked woman was strapped to a chair inside a glass tank that was now filling with water. Her legs were obscenely spread. Dawn saw something pink going in and out of her crotch.

Water rapidly rose up inside the tank. “Deep breath now!” the cheery, naked blonde at the control valve declared.

The woman in the tank appeared to inhale deeply. A moment later, the water flowed up over the top of her head. It kept rising as bubbles came up through the jetting water from the two pipes inside with her.

Dawn watched as the water filled the tank before the sound of piped water diminished. “Now hold your breath and enjoy the ride! This is just to get you used to holding your breath while being fully submerged! I’ll drown you on the next one!”

The female in the tank looked past the woman at the controls. The blonde turned to see what she was looking at. That’s when she spied the redhead in the doorway.

“Are you Dawn?” The newcomer nodded her head as she stared in awe at the woman in the tank.

“It’s ok; you can come in and watch if you want.” Then she was cheerily waved to come closer.

Dawn slowly approached the glass tank. The woman inside smiled at her. Then she appeared to stiffen and shudder as though she was cumming. Her nipples were extremely pointed.

“That’s Hope Marie,” the blonde explained. “We got her on loan from Aquafantasies. She’s done a lot of underwater work. When she heard Dr. Crocker was conducting drowning experiments with our oxygenated water, she wanted to try it for herself.”

Hope Marie’s chest began to hitch as her stomach rippled. “Just a few seconds more!” the blonde called out to her. Hope winced and nodded.

She began to writhe against the pink object thrusting in and out. She shuddered again, losing a lot of air as she writhed in the chair. “Hold on!” the blonde told her. “I’m draining it now!”

She twisted the valve. The water level dropped rapidly. Hope lost another huge burst of bubbles before the water dropped below her mouth.

“Fuck!” came an entombed gasp from inside the glass tank. “That was intense!”

“You think that was intense! Just wait until I drown you!” The blonde giggled as Hope Marie panted heavily for breath.

Dawn walked up to the glass and peered into the tank. Hope kept panting, although she gave the redhead a weak smile. “Did you just cum?” Dawn asked quietly.

“What did you say?”

Dawn spoke louder. “I said, ‘Did you just cum’!”

Hope Marie smiled before replying, “Yeah… twice.”

“You came twice??”

“Holding my breath often does that to me. This toy up my pussy doesn’t hurt either.”

“You ready in there, Hope? I’m gonna drown you now!”

The women in the tank smiled at the blonde as she replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Ok; here goes!”

She spun the wheel. Water came rushing back into the tank. Hope Marie began inhaling deeply.

Dawn slowly walked around to the other side of the woman at the controls. The blonde looked at her and apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Marilyn.”

The redhead incredulously looked her up and down. “You’re the… you’re the assistant??”

“Dr. Crocker lets me help out around here. Besides, it really turns me on when I get to watch him drown the subjects.”

“And you’re going to drown her now?”

“That’s right,” the woman replied with an eager smile. Then Marilyn turned to the girl in the tank and called out, “Deep breath, and then hold it until you can’t hold it anymore!”

Hope Marie took a big breath as the water rose up her neck. It quickly swirled up past her face and kept going. Air trickled out of her nose as bubbles streamed out through both pipes pumping water into the tank.

“She’s gonna love this,” Marilyn explained to Dawn as she pushed a button. The pink object immediately began thrusting in and out of Hope Marie, causing the submerged woman to wince as she stiffened.

“I love watching ‘em cum as they drown,” she explained to Dawn. “It really turns me on.” Then she called out to the woman in the tank, “Hold your breath for as long as you can!”

Hope nodded as she winced again. She lost a few bubbles out of her mouth. Then her crotch appeared to stiffen and shudder as though she was fucking the object inside her.

“Gawd; that’s hot!” Marilyn breathed as she looked at the subject in the tank. “She’s a cum-bunny when she’s underwater. This is her third experiment for Dr. Crocker.

“Her third??”

Dawn was shocked. But she was also having a hard time looking away. She was aroused by what she was witnessing. But for her, arousal was not the same as experiencing the big “O”.

“I read your profile,” Marilyn told a startled Dawn. “I can’t wait to make you cum as I drown you.”

“I can’t cum,” Dawn replied matter-of-factly. “That’s why I came here.”

Marilyn was skeptical. “Oh really? Well, we’ll just see about that.”

At that moment, Hope Marie lost a huge burst of bubbles as she writhed against the object in her pussy. She gurgled away more of her breath as her chest heaved. Then she started gulping water.

“Gawd; there she goes!” Marilyn breathed softly. “Just look at her go. My gawd; that’s hot!” Then she turned toward Dawn as she grinned, “You’re next, you know.”

Dawn looked at Marilyn in shock. Then she looked into the tank. Hope Marie was instinctively fighting against her bindings as she kept gulping water.

“Look at her cum as she drowns,” Marilyn breathed. “Gawd; I love this job!”

A few stray bubbles came out of Hope’s gaping mouth. She looked like she was still gyrating against the object thrusting inside her. Marilyn murmured, “She can’t stop cumming. I think that’s why she loves it so much.”

Dawn looked at the woman who was no longer struggling. Was her chest swelling a little?? It looked like she was breathing. But how was that possible?

Marilyn turned the valve. The water quickly drained away. Then she pushed another button.

The door behind Hope opened as two orderlies in lab coats rushed in. They freed her from the chair with surprising speed. Then they strapped her down to a gurney Dawn could just barely make out beyond the door.

Marilyn motioned. “Around that corner. There’ll be a couple of orderlies waiting to assist you.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m going to change my mind?”

Marilyn smiled knowingly. “I really don’t think I need to do that; do I?”

Dawn sighed as she shook her head. “No, I suppose not.”

She went around the chamber to another door. She went through, only to find a couple of different orderlies waiting for her. She didn’t say anything; what would be the point?

They barely acknowledged her nudity as they escorted her right through the bulkhead door into the tank. Then they assisted her in impaling herself upon the pink object. Afterwards, they strapped her down in the chair to the point where she could hardly move.

Marilyn smiled at her from the other side of the glass. The two orderlies finished securing her before they left. A moment later, she heard the door seal shut behind her.

“All comfy?” Marilyn loudly called out to her. Dawn just nodded. Would it do any good if she said otherwise?

The blonde wasted no time turning the water on. It rushed into the tank all around her feet. It was cool, but Dawn decided it wasn’t all that cold.

Dawn suddenly felt a buzzing inside her as the object began to thrust in and out. She had to admit it felt good. But she’d had objects inside her before, often with minimal results.

“Feel good?” Marilyn called out to her.

“It’s ok!” Dawn loudly called back in an effort to be heard.

“Just ok?”

Dawn tried to shrug her shoulders. But that was difficult, being as how she was tightly secured to the chair in the tank.

The blonde smiled wickedly at her. “So you’re going to be a challenge, eh? Fair enough!”

The water quickly rose up to her neck. Dawn panted heavily for breath, inhaling deeply as she expected it to keep right on going. But to her surprise, Marilyn turned the wheel, stopping the flow.

“Do you feel like you’re ready to cum now?”

Dawn called back, “Not yet!”

“Then hold your breath for as long as you can!”

Marilyn twisted the valve. Dawn took a deep breath. A moment later, water rose up her face and over her head.

She worked to keep the water out of her nose. The sound of pumping water finally stopped. Dawn held her breath while looking out at the eager assistant.

Marilyn grinned as she looked in on her. “Try this!” Then the object in her pussy really began buzzing and thrusting.

Dawn lost a couple bubbles as she adjusted to the object pumping into her. She had to admit that it felt pleasurable. But it didn’t feel like she was going to cum just yet. Was this all going to prove to be just another disappointment?

Marilyn grinned in at her. “How’s it feel now?” Dawn nodded her head that it felt enjoyable.

“Feel like you’re going to cum yet?” Dawn appeared to think it over before shaking her head.

Marilyn smiled knowingly at her. “Let’s see if you change your tune once your lungs start aching.”

The strain in her chest became telling. It was getting harder to hold her breath. And a part of her certainly felt like she wanted to cum.

She tried to urge things along. But she couldn’t seem to coax her body into allowing an orgasm to overtake her. It felt good, all right. But it just wasn’t happening.

She began losing bursts of bubbles as she struggled to hold her breath. A moment later, she heard the sound of water draining. She strained with all her might until the water dropped past her face, allowing her to inhale deeply to catch her breath.

She panted heavily as the water drained away. Marilyn smiled as she called out, “Feel good in there?”

“Feels nice!” Dawn called back.

“But…”

“Nothing yet!”

Marilyn’s face fell. “Ok. Let’s drown you and see what happens then.”

Dawn’s eyes opened wide in alarm. The blonde looked at her with amusement. “What’s wrong? You did volunteer for Dr. Crocker’s experiment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I… I guess I was…”

“Was what?” Marilyn wanted to know. Then she spun the valve.

Water began flowing into the chamber. That’s when Dawn began hyperventilating like crazy. Maybe the assistant would only make her hold her breath longer before letting her breathe again.

“Big breath!” the naked blonde warned. “Hold it until you can’t hold it any longer!”

“Ok, I’ll try!”

The water quickly rose up to her neck. The assistant made a show of taking a big breath. Dawn matched her just in time. A moment later, the water quickly rose up her face and then past her forehead.

She heard water pumping until the sound stopped. Then the object inside her started thrusting again. Dawn liked it… even appreciated it. But it was not doing that much for her, at least not at the moment.

She looked out at the blonde. Wait; what was she doing? Was she masturbating?? It sure looked like Marilyn was touching herself all over.

“I hope you don’t mind! You’re the last one of the day! I’ve been putting this off, and now I wanna cum too!”

Dawn didn’t know how to react. It was a bit of a shock. But it was kind of erotic having some woman get herself off while watching her.

She felt the strain return to her lungs. But she resolved to hold her breath for as long as she could. Strangely, a part of her was half-expecting Marilyn to drain the water before anything bad happened to her.

The object thrust in and out of her as though determined to force an orgasm out of her. But her body seemed to fight against it despite wanting the sexual release. Was she fighting it on purpose?

She looked at Marilyn in growing alarm. Was the blonde really going to drown her?? Maybe she didn’t want to risk that after all. If she could find some way of climaxing, maybe the water would be drained before she started to drown.

Her lungs ached as her stomach rippled. She was running out of breath. Now she really wanted the assistant to drain the tank!

Could she fake an orgasm? Maybe she could fake it. Then maybe the blonde would drain the tank for her.

She tried to wriggle and writhe around. Marilyn groped and fondled herself as she grinned in at her. “Don’t worry, Dawn! I’m gonna make sure you drown in there! I don’t know about you! But I’m gonna cum so hard watching your lungs flood!”

Dawn felt a surge of terror ripple through her. She frantically shook her head as more bubbles trickled out of her nose, other bubbles spurting through her clenched lips. Marilyn just grinned at her as she panted heavily before loudly gasping, “Here it comes, Dawn; whether you like it or not! Enjoy the ride, orgasm or not!”

Dawn cried out in panic as she lost the last of her breath. It swelled within her until it felt like it was about to overwhelm her. But she was too frightened of drowning to want to continue the experiment.

She kept shaking her head as though begging the assistant to drain the tank. Then she gulped a huge mouthful of water. Her next gulp pulled water down her windpipe.

Dawn coughed painfully, only for her body to suck down more water into her lungs. Then she began hitching and spasming. My gawd; the bitch was actually drowning her!

It went off like a volcano having been blocked all those years. Dawn felt it erupt inside her, washing warmly throughout her entire body. With each gulp of water, it felt like she was being sexually violated.

Outside the tank, Marilyn let out an orgasmic cry as she watched her. Her fingers were buried up her slit as she winced, writhed and humped. Then she began gasping, “Yes-yes-yes-drown-drown-drown-yes-yes-ohgawd, yes!”

Each gulp of water seemed to trigger another flush of warmth through her body. Dawn hitched and gurgled as her mind screamed. The object felt like it was raping her!

Marilyn was ecstatic. She had never seen somebody drown like this before. It was so incredibly erotic that she just kept cumming and cumming.

Dawn was gulping water less and less. But with each gulp, she seemed to hitch and hump anew. Another gulp, and she was cumming all over again.

Marilyn waited until Dawn made one last distinct gulping movement, triggering yet another erotic shudder that ran through her. The blonde let out a weak cry as she grabbed onto the valve to steady herself. This one had been the best one ever!

Dawn’s mouth gaped open in shock. A few stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. The object thrusting into her forced one last, minor orgasm out of her quivering, naked body. Then she lost all consciousness.
—
Dawn awakened in a bed in what looked like some sort of sickbay or medical room. She felt tired all over. But she was amazed how well she was breathing normally.

She thought about it for a long moment. That’s when her brain told her she had most definitely cum. And she had cum more than once.

The door opened and Marilyn came in. She was in some sort of white, medical smock. She smiled as she asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” Dawn admitted. “That was so scary. And yet… I think I… I think I came several times.”

Marilyn chuckled. “It sure looked like you did, at least to me. Any pain or discomfort?”

Dawn thought it over for a moment. “No. I just feel tired… and kind of… sexually exhausted, I guess.”

“Sounds normal,” the blonde replied with a knowing smile. “Your test results look good so far. You’ll probably be kept here for a couple days for observation. Then we’ll arrange for your return home.”

“My return home?”

“Of course. Thank you for participating in Dr. Crocker’s drowning experiment with his special water.”

“Wait a minute. You mean… you’re sending me home?”

“Of course. Why?”

Dawn hesitated before replying, “Well, I… I was kind of thinking about, uh… about…”

“…volunteering again? I’ll let Dr. Crocker know you’re interested.” Then Marilyn turned and left, chuckling quietly to herself.

2024 (written Mar 16 ’24 by riwa. Inspired by Oldojmo’s render.)

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The casting couch 4.5 (60)

Posted on July 5, 2024 by riwa

I want this part so bad I can taste it!

I’ve been pounding the pavement for months, applying for every little role that comes up. I feel like I’ve been in front of 50 different casting agencies, all of whom seem to think I don’t have the talent necessary. I’m beginning to think I might never make it!

A friend of mine called me and told me of a guy she knows who casts for very unusual roles. She told me if I’m willing to do anything, I just might get the part. She even suggested I use my feminine wiles on him.

At this point I figure I have nothing to lose. So I might as well go all out. I’ll fuck the bastard if that’s what it takes to get my big break.

Dorothy gives me the address with an appointment she was able to schedule for me. So I show up fifteen minutes early. A secretary in a shimmery black dress smiles at me from her desk.

She tells me the director likes a woman who cares enough about a part to arrive early. I tell her it’s because I’m willing to do anything to break into the business… and I do mean anything. She smiles knowingly at me and then tells me to have a seat.

The guy is running a little late. But I can’t remember a single one who was ever on time. I think it’s standard operating procedure to be late just to let the actors and actresses know who’s in charge.

This one’s not late by very much. I’m ushered into his office a mere ten minutes beyond my scheduled appointment. That’s not so bad.

He’s a nice looking man in a very sharp, navy blue business suit. He motions for me to take a seat. Then he gets right down to it.

He tells me he has a very special part he needs somebody to play. It’s a very unique part that requires someone special. By now I’m desperate enough to try anything, and I tell him I’m open to anything he has for me.

There’s a door open to the next room, allowing me to get a peek inside. It’s a room I think may be used for impromptu casting auditions. I see a bench with a mattress in there, giving me very obvious ideas.

I smile at the casting director while listening to a speech he’s giving me. It’s the same dumb, boring one they all give out. It’s about how hard it is to make it in this business, and how so few women stand out in an industry where hundreds of thousands simply have no talent.

I can’t help squirming uncomfortably. My mind starts to go down dark trails. I’m beginning to wonder if he’s giving me this same spiel because he’s about to tell me he’s reconsidered and that I don’t fit the role after all.

His secretary’s voice interrupts from the phone on his desk. He has an important call. He apologizes and excuses himself as he leaves the room to take it somewhere else.

In a flash, I make a rather bold move. I go into the other room where I strip until I’m nude. Then I recline seductively on the mattress. I’ve decided to make it my personal “casting couch”, figuring this is probably my last, best chance to get a role in the movie industry.

When he finally returns, he can’t find me. I hear him call out, “Miss? Miss; where did you go?”

“I’m in here!” I call out. Then I stretch out on my side, showing him my best assets while giving him a sultry smile.

He walks in, appearing stunned at my brazenness. His expression instantly softens. It’s as though his persona as casting director has now been shed like some costume he wears.

I give him a “come hither” look, wriggling a finger at him. When he gets close enough I reach out and unbuckle his pants. They fall to the floor.

I pull down his drawers and take out his hardening cock. I immediately proceed to suck him deep down my throat. I’m determined to throw myself into this, hoping to get the part.

I find myself wet as hell as I work over his erection. I’m also desperate beyond measure. I simply won’t let this chance at a role pass me by, not if I can help it.

I’m determined to do anything it takes. So I hungrily gulp him down until he’s filling my throat. He seems more than a little appreciative with my efforts.

Gawd, what a cock! It’s glorious beyond belief. I give it my utmost attention.

It swells in my mouth. I pull it out fast to take his first glob smack in my eyes. I want him to see I’ll do anything it takes, no matter how humiliating it may be.

Within moments his cum is dripping off my cheeks. I go right back to sucking his sock. I want to make it nice and clean and to keep him hard.

I help him out of his shirt before pulling him down on top of me. I kiss him deeply as I feel his cock enter me. I get a thrill like you wouldn’t believe. Maybe I should have been doing this a long time ago in order to get some part.

For the next couple of hours we fuck like rabbits. I’m astonished how well he’s able to come back so soon after cumming. He pumps me good and hard while I’m on my back.

I feel a second explosion of cream in my pussy, and I moan like a bitch in heat. It feels so incredible, and I’m so fucking wet! But I don’t give a damn, not if it earns me that role he was talking about.

When he starts to soften, I wrap my lips around him again until he hardens right back up. Then it’s his turn on his back as I climb on top and ride him like a stallion. He reaches up to grope my tits, squeezing and massaging them. It feels so fucking good that I can hardly believe I’m doing this!

There’s one last thing I give to him to show him my dedication to the part. I never once hesitate. So I kneel against the bench as he takes me from behind.

I guide him against my puckered anus, helping him push right in. I wince as it hurts a little. But I’m going to do whatever it takes, even if it means giving him a little back door action.

He rams me hard and deep until I cry out. But I want him to know I’m enjoying it. So I beg him to fuck me even harder. I’m finally rewarded with a sexual grunt as he goes off in my ass, depositing yet another load of his spunk.

He slowly pulls out. I degrade myself one final time by taking his cock into my mouth. I suck him clean despite the distinct taste of ass clinging to his shaft.

I can see by his expression that he’s impressed with my dedication. Hope swells within me as he smiles. I think I just might have the part!

He tells me he does have a role for me. But he wants to know how well I can portray my emotions. Then he asks if I can be nude on camera.

I smile as I tell him, “If I can be nude for you right here and now, I can certainly be nude for anybody.” After all, nude scenes can lead to much bigger roles; am I right?

He tells me, “I want to bring a camera in here, if that’s ok. I want you to do an impromptu screen test. Are you up for it?”

I tell him I’m up for anything. He smiles as he tells me, “I’ll be right back.” He quickly puts his clothes back on before he leaves.

A couple minutes later the secretary in her short, shimmering black dress walks in holding a video camera. It’s not very big or bulky. She certainly handles it like she’s been around it many times before.

She starts by taking a few shots of me on the mattress. I follow her lead as she gestures me into different positions. She snaps me in pose after pose.

She finally positions herself by the door. She tells me to act natural when the director returns. I’m to ignore her presence and to pay no attention to the camera in her hand.

A moment later he walks in. I gasp in surprise. He’s wearing one of those black monk’s robes you see in those old movies.

He hefts a noose in his hand, showing it to me as though it is meant for me. I let out a squawk of alarm. The secretary records my response with a nod, telling me, “That’s the reaction we want!”

My mind immediately springs into action. I start imagining all sorts of possibilities. What is the part I’m casting for?

Is it going to be a Western? Am I to be the whore who gets hung? Will I be some cattle rustler?

Maybe it’s a prison picture. Am I one of the condemned females who must take the long walk to the gallows? I hope I’m portraying the right amount of concern.

I gasp in alarm at I stare up at it. It’s easy to react to the sight of a noose. It was quite a shock the way he walked in all dressed up like that while holding a nylon noose.

“She’s got a good sense of the dramatic,” the secretary observes while holding the camera. “Good facial expressions… and she responds naturally. If you’re ready, we can proceed to the next phase of her audition.”

“It’s up to you, miss,” the director says, looking at me expectantly.

“I’m in!” I reply enthusiastically.

Seeing the noose has made me fearful, while at the same time strangely wet. I just hope I’m not projecting a sense of the erotic. That might not be what he wants to see from my reaction. Or maybe it is?

I’m a little relieved when he drops the noose and removes his robe. Then we all pass through another door into another room. That’s when I see another noose hanging from the ceiling.

I gasp in surprise. Another camera operator – this one a male – is already pointing his equipment right at me. I assume it’s to record my initial reaction.

He’s shirtless, and a rather handsome looking fellow. But it’s the noose in the middle of the room with the stool directly underneath that captures my gaze. There’s no Western backdrop, nor is there anything showing any kind of prison bars.

How am I supposed to react? Am I adequately projecting the emotions they want from me? Is this a continuation of my audition?

I hesitate as the breath catches in my throat. It occurs to me I’m naked in front of three people. I try to ignore my discomfort as I continue to focus on the noose hanging from the ceiling.

“Good – good,” the male camera operator murmurs. “Look right at it. I want to capture the look on your face.”

It’s easy for me to portray this part, because it’s a natural response. This wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Maybe I’ll be asked to pretend I’m in some Western setting… or in a prison execution chamber.

He stops recording me. Then he and the secretary proceed to attach their video equipment to tripods already positioned in the room. The director says nothing.

When they’re finished, they both step out of the room. The director walks to one of the cameras. I see him fiddle with the settings.

“Just act natural,” he tells me, turning the camera right at me. But what’s natural? I assume it involves fear and anxiety.

At that moment the other two return. Once more I gasp in alarm. Both are wearing black hoods, holes cut into their eyes.

Are they to serve as my executioners? What the hell kind of picture is this? I look to the director for guidance.

“Just go with it,” he tells me. That’s when his cameraman now in a hood approaches me with a ziptie. He uses it to bind my arms behind my back.

“Ow!” I stiffen as I squirm. The director smiles at me. Was that the right reaction?

I don’t know what to say. Gawd, this is so realistic! I turn toward the director but he’s still filming.

He motions at me with his hand to just go with it. The hooded cameraman and the secretary guide me over to the stool directly below the dangling coil. The director keeps the camera on me the entire time.

The stool looks rather small. Do they really want me to stand on that little thing? I look at the director, but he impatiently waves for me to keep going… keep acting.

I can’t help staring at the noose they grasp my arms. It doesn’t look like one of those hemp Western nooses. I find myself questioning the type of role I’m auditioning for.

How big of a part will I be playing? Will I have any lines? Is it really going to involve a real noose?

I tremble like mad as they help me up. It’s an incredibly small stool. The two of them silently brace me up by my arms to keep me steady.

My wrists are tied behind me. I can hardly steady myself. This is some audition!

I’m becoming frightened. At the same time, my pussy is wet and getting wetter by the minute. Then I feel something slithering down the inside of my thighs.

I wince in shame. I’d totally forgotten about his cum now dripping out of my two holes. My nipples are so hard they feel like they might pop off at any moment.

“That’s it – that’s it; just act naturally.” The director zeros the camera in on my trembling body as they help me step up.

Act naturally?? He has no idea how easy it is for me to act naturally! This is so damned realistic that I’ve become frightened out of my wits!

I’m more than a little alarmed here. Then I’m reminded that I’m trying out for a role. I struggle to compose myself while at the same time continuing to act scared.

Is this is the audition for the part I’m supposed to play? I suppose this is one way to find out if I can even handle the part. Besides, I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

They finally get me up onto the stool. I almost lose my balance and fall over backward. They have to work to help me stay upright.

I look right at the director and his camera. There’s growing horror on my face. Am I portraying what he wants to see? Damn; this is nerve-wracking!

I’m torn between hoping I’m portraying the right emotions versus wishing they would take me back down. Then the noose brushes against my breasts. I whimper as I shiver with fright while the cameraman and secretary in their hoods hold me upright.

“Now the noose,” the casting director instructs with a wave of his hand.

The cameraman calmly takes the coil. He carefully drapes it around my neck. The secretary continues to steady me.

I cannot help shivering with dread. By now my reactions are all-too-natural. I inhale sharply as the nylon settles around my vulnerable throat.

Gawd, this is all so damned real! How much further before he decides I’m getting the part? How long must this go on??

I’m embarrassed because I’m so fucking wet down below. His cum trickles out of my holes and slithers down my legs, which only humiliates me even further. This part better be damn well worth it!

I try to act fearful while accepting this is still an audition. I don’t want to do something stupid that might spoil the shot! This will be over any second now; right?

The cameraman in the hood snugs the noose securely around my neck. He really cinched it down good and tight. Then the secretary takes all the slack out of the rope.

I watch as she walks the end over and ties it off to a cleat on the wall Uh, wait a minute! What if I slip off the stool??

I’m left naked and shivering with fright. I can feel my legs threatening to go all rubbery on me. When the hell is this audition supposed to end??

“Well done,” the director says with a nod at his hooded underlings. Then he steps away from the camera. The cameraman and the secretary take up places behind both sets of video gear.

They both tend meticulously to their equipment. I thought he had every shot he wanted! Are they going to take a few more pictures and video?

The director smiles appreciatively at me and nods. “Good – good. I think you just might get the part! Now let me see some fear, miss.”

I relax when he slips back into directing me… but only a little. The little stool makes it hard to keep my balance. The noose around my neck and ziptie around my wrists clearly have me at a disadvantage.

By now I’m all but frightened out of my wits. I don’t really have to act all that much. I’m damn near terrified!

What if I lose my balance? I saw her tie off the noose! If they’re not careful here, I could end up hanging for real!!

I don’t think my nipples have ever been so hard. And I can’t stop my pink and swollen pussy from leaking my fearful arousal. It mixes with the director’s cum as it slithers down my legs.

I take a deep breath to try composing myself. Then I look right at the director. I stammer as I ask him, “I’m not going to f-fall, am I?”

He smiles as he tells me, “No, miss. You’re not going to fall.” Then he steps forward.

To my utter horror, he kicks the damned stool right out from under me. It goes skittering across the floor, banging up against the wall. The director didn’t give me the chance to fall; he did it himself!

The noose catches my weight, leaving me less than a foot off the floor. My feet flutter for an object that’s no longer below me. Then my legs begin to scissor.

The noose has cinched up tighter. I can barely pull a breath of air into my lungs. I have absolutely no control over my legs as they go flying every which way.

I look at the director in horror. He smiles as he tells me the audition won’t last much longer. Why doesn’t he take me down now; it hurts so fucking bad!

I’m really hanging; the noose is actually supporting my weight. I can’t believe they’re doing this to me! A moment later I’m shocked as the director drops his trousers and drawers.

He pulls his cock out and starts to masturbate. I look at the cameraman and secretary, pleading with my eyes. They’re too busy capturing my suffering on film.

The only sounds I hear are my gasps and gurgles along with the creaking of the rope as I twist and swing. My legs continue to fly around. I pedal furiously in the hopes something solid will return beneath my feet.

Exhaustion sets in. I hang tired and limp. My toes wriggle in vain for the floor directly beneath me.

“Take her down!” the director orders. Inwardly I’m relieved. But I’m barely conscious! Will they even get to me in time??

His underlings rush over to the cleat and untie my rope. I drop until my feet hit the floor. I stumble around on wobbly legs.

His cameraman holds the end of my rope. His secretary comes over and grabs me, helping to hold me upright. Somehow she manages to loosen the noose around my neck. It’s enough to allow me to wheeze for breath.

“Not enough footage,” he tells them calmly as though totally unconcerned for my welfare. “We need more. Do it again.”

I gasp in horror, my eyes flying open in shock. The cameraman releases the rope and fetches the stool. He centers it directly in front of me.

He and the secretary help me back up onto it. By now I’m trembling like crazy. My mind screams in horror as I stare at the director in shock.

I watch him move behind a camera where he focuses it upon me again. He tells me, “More expression, miss.” But I’m not sure how I can make myself any more terrified

The cameraman tightens the noose as the secretary steadies me. “Feel her up!” the director orders. That’s when the bitch begins to run her hands all over me.

She squeezes my tits and pats my ass. Then she reaches down between my legs. I writhe and moan as she rubs my dripping pussy until I’m humiliated beyond belief.

“Positions!” the director orders. His secretary immediately goes and ties off the rope. Then he comes out from behind the equipment as his underlings take up their places behind their cameras.

He looks at me without emotion as I stand there quivering upon the stool. Then his eyes flash with what I can only describe as murderous lust. He’s still naked, his cock hard.

“Again!” he demands. Then he steps forward. Once more he kicks the stool out from underneath me.

My cry of terror is cut off in a heartbeat. I drop and hit the end of the rope. I gawk as the noose jerks me to a halt.

I start rasping and gurgling as my feet flutter for solid footing somewhere beneath me. But there is none to be found. That’s when my legs begin to kick from my panic.

I’ve experienced this once before. But the second time seems much worse. I know what’s coming, yet I’m powerless to prevent it.

It isn’t long before my naked body starts swinging wildly. I twist in the noose, fighting for my life. Once more the director grabs his cock, stroking it as though he’s wildly turned on.

This time I hear a sound of satisfaction from the man behind the camera. I even hear the secretary moan. Is she enjoying my suffering as well??

My vision diminishes as I kick and sway. I’m dimly aware of cumming so very hard. It’s a powerful orgasm that sweeps through my quivering body.

I choke and gurgle as the noose strangles me. Exhaustion sets in again. Once more I end up softly swinging back and forth.

“Down!” the director demands. “It’s not quite enough; we need more footage!”

His two lackeys spring forward to release me before the noose can finish its deadly work. Once more I’m left standing on the floor upon wobbly legs as I gasp for breath. And once more the stool is returned.

I’m helped back up onto it. By now I’m not sure what I’m auditioning for. Am I trying out for the part of this bastard’s personal snuff toy?

He’d better pay me well for this private footage he’s getting. Otherwise, I’m going to sue the pants off him. That’s when it suddenly occurs to me…

What if this IS the part? What if he’s getting as much footage of my hanging as possible? What if he has no intentions of allowing me to survive??

The director smiles as he tells me, “We’re getting great footage, miss!” By now my chest is heaving. I find myself hyperventilating like crazy.

Little droplets of perspiration have broken out all over my body. That’s when I finally find my voice. I’m able to stammer, “W-when are you going to let me d-down?”

“Right now, miss,” he tells me with a sadistic look.

He steps forward and kicks the stool out from underneath me again. The noose catches me as I drop. My feet search for solid footing that has once more been removed.

The third time’s the charm. My body has now figured out what is required of it. I dance and kick like a ballerina, twisting and swinging as I gawk and gurgle.

Perspiration flicks off my naked body. I fight like hell as I search for the stool which is no longer beneath me. My arms jerk frantically behind my back. But the ziptie remains painfully secure.

My pussy feels wetter than it has ever felt in my life. My muscles squeeze and clench as though I have a cock deep inside me. My womanhood is pink and winking at them all.

I’m helpless to in the noose as my genitals put on quite a display. It’s out of my hands, and it’s utterly humiliating. All I succeed in doing is squeezing more of the casting director’s cum out of my recently fucked holes.

My face is red, my eyes wanting to explode out of my skull. My chest heaves from lack of air. My tits bounce, my nipples painfully erect.

I come to the conclusion that strangling is the most horrible thing that can ever happen to a woman. Right then and there, I decide I no longer want the part. He can give it to someone else. I just want down so I can go home.

“Excellent!” the director murmurs as he continues to stroke himself. The two behind the cameras don’t even bother to hide their enthusiasm for my suffering. I can detect murmurs and gasps of sexual excitement.

I struggle for breath, fighting to pull just a sliver of air into my lungs. It really hurts like hell! I can’t believe they’re doing this to me!

I suddenly feel my bladder give way. I hear the pitter-patter of my piss as it dribbles down my legs and splatters onto the floor. It’s humiliating beyond belief.

The director’s cock suddenly goes off. He’s standing so close that his cum arcs forward until it splatters my legs. “That’s the shot I’m looking for!” he declares.

I become exhausted until I can no longer fight the noose anymore. I softly swing back and forth, my naked body twisting this way and that. My tongue protrudes out of my mouth as I start to drool.

My vision diminishes. Then I realize I can’t feel my legs anymore. Ohmygawd!

My arms are becoming numb. That’s when I really start to panic. My vision suddenly fails me.

I feel hands upon my quivering naked body. They caress my tits as I hear the voice of the director. He’s standing right next to me, feeling me up.

“You were good, miss,” he tells me softly as he caresses my body. “You were really good! I think you even enjoyed yourself! That’s what I was looking for during your audition: your enthusiasm for the role!”

I want to tell him I don’t want it anymore. But I cannot get any air past my larynx. I can’t even see him!

I feel his fingers probing my slit. I shudder from one last little orgasm. Then I hear his fading voice for the very last time…

“I think that’s a wrap. That should be her last cum. Keep the camera’s rolling. I want to film her body long after she’s gone. Besides, I want to see how long her neck stretches. And if her bowels should give way? It would be a nice touch to record that too.”

I hear a long scream of terror. But it’s only in my mind. Then consciousness starts to fade away.

Apparently I got the part. But it was not a role I wanted, nor did I ever expect to play. My last thought involves wondering what Dorothy was thinking when she got me this audition.

I fade away into merciful oblivion before I can fully consider the possibility she may have been in on the whole damn thing…

2013; 2021 (written May 14 ’13; ed. Mar 26 ‘21 by riwa)

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