Two for the noose 4.4 (21)

Posted on August 24, 2018 by riwa

Two for the noose

PART 1

Lenore and Valentina quietly entered the room. They saw the two nooses hanging over the bed. The controls sat over on the far wall.

The lighter skinned brunette looked questioningly at her friend. Lenore nodded her approval. Valentina went over to the wall and activated the controls.

Twin nooses came down from the pulleys in the ceiling 12 feet above. Valentina stopped them when they reached the bed. Then she activated the controls before starting to take her clothes off.

Lenore was already starting to disrobe. She got down to a pair of thong panties and some lace up heels as Valentina stripped all the way down to her panties. Then they climbed into bed together.

They each took a noose and wrapped it around their necks. By then the ropes had slowly started to retract back up into their respective pulleys. There was still plenty of slack.

They began kissing and caressing each other all over, causing their nipples to harden. They gasped and moaned as their hands roamed all over each other. Soon they were both breathing hard.

The pulleys continued to withdraw both ropes upward. It wasn’t long before they would soon start to tighten. Valentina moaned at Lenore’s touch as she groped her in return.

The nooses tightened until they were forced onto their knees. They rasped for breath as their hands roamed with greater urgency. It got harder to breathe, forcing them to slowly rise into the air and stand on the bed.

They worked to remove the other’s underwear. Then they started fingering each other. They were both extremely wet as arousal slithered down two pairs of legs.

The slack continued to be taken out of the ropes as the pulleys continued to turn. They began fingering each other more aggressively, writhing and humping against each other. Time was growing short… and they were both so horny.

Lenore felt the noose start to tighten around her throat. As it did, Valentina fingered her until she shuddered in orgasm. She rasped and gurgled as she thrust her fingers up into her partner until Valentina also responded.

Their nooses tightened even more, pulling them up onto their toes. Lenore was shorter, so she felt the intense asphyxiation first. Valentina furiously fingered her until her friend shuddered again.

Both of them struggled to breathe as they furiously groped, pawed and fingered each other. Lenore left the bed first. Instinctively she wrapped Valentina up in her arms in an attempt to use her to get another breath.

They humped against each other as their nooses continued to pull them upward. Soon Valentina’s feet fluttered for a bed that was no longer in reach. They tightly embraced, trying to kiss each other. Then the instinct for survival kicked in.

Both women started kicking and struggling against the other, trying to use the other to pull herself up to ease the strain on her neck. It only hastened their demise. Lenore went first, her body going into spasms as she orgasmed herself all the way into oblivion. Valentina followed her a minute later, bucking and humping as she climaxed her life away.

Both bodies pressed up against each other, nipples erect from the severe asphyxiation. Lenore’s bladder went first, soaking the bed below her. Valentina soon followed until both twitched spasmodically as their naked bodies pressed up against each other while dangling from their nooses.

PART 2

“Did you hear what happened to Lenore and Valentina?”

“Yes I did. You have no idea how much it turned me on imagining their last moments together.”

“Me too. Have you seen the room where they did it?”

“I saw it yesterday. They repainted it, took out the bed, and put in a couple pieces of furniture.”

“Can you imagine anything hotter?”

“Hell, no.”

“Let’s go see!”

The two overly excited young women made their way to the room where their friends had hung themselves a few days ago. If anything, the colorful room looked incredible. “Can you imagine anything hotter than dying together in here?” Rosemary breathed in awe as she looked up at the two nooses.

Serena looked at her lustfully. “Wanna bring ‘em down and try ‘em out?”

“Fuck; could we?”

Serena went over and activated the controls on the wall. The nooses came down, both recently replaced. Both women put them around their own necks. Then they kissed as they slowly started to undress each other.

“You think they were doing what we’re doing now?” Rosemary asked as she exposed Serena’s breasts and started sucking on an erect nipple.

“They couldn’t keep their hands off each other,” Serena replied as she rubbed her companion’s exposed crotch. “I’m sure they were all over each other until the end. Hell, they were probably humping each other on the way up!”

“How do you think they did it, Serena?”

“The controls can be operated manually. But I didn’t hear if anyone was in here who might have hanged them. You can set the nooses to slowly rise until you end up hanging. Or you can set the program to randomly take you up.”

“Fuck! Can you imagine if they let the nooses slowly take them up? They would have known all along they were going to hang! Imagine all that time they waited before they were taken up into the air!”

“Probably making out with each other the whole time,” Serena observed. “That would be so hot trying to get each other off before the nooses took ‘em up into the air.”

“Would you like that, Serena?”

“I don’t know, Rosemary. The idea of the nooses randomly taking you up without warning sounds kind of hot. You’d be taking a risk; there’d be no way of knowing.”

“What’s the random program set for?”

“I think you can set it for any time you want.”

“Then we take the risk of hanging ourselves together?”

“Unless we decide when we want to quit.”

“What do you think, Serena?”

“What do YOU think, Rosemary?”

“Fuck, let’s do it! The idea of hanging to death in here where Lenore and Valentina died has got me all hot and bothered.”

“Then let’s do it.”

Serena removed her noose and went over to the controls. She smiled when she turned and saw Rosemary groping and pawing herself. “Hey, wait for me! Now what time shall we set it for?”

Rosemary didn’t know. She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. How about ninety minutes?”

“Ninety minutes it is.” Serena plugged the number into the program. Then she activated the controls.

The panel beeped in response. Serena quickly rushed over and put her noose back on. Then both woman immediately started making out with each other, kissing and groping and rubbing each other.

Rosemary was so hot, her pussy throbbing as they caressed each other. The idea of the noose suddenly taking her up into the air was a thrill she could never have imagined. Was it really worth the risk?

There was a quiet beep from the controls. Both women jerked with a start as they turned to look. The timer read 10:02 and counting.

“Ten minute mark,” Serena told her horny companion.

“Gawd, I love this!” Rosemary breathed back.

They were fingering themselves at the twenty minute mark when it beeped again. They both jerked before Serena went off in orgasm. Rosemary was right behind her.

They sat on the furniture, rubbing and kissing and licking all over. The program beeped at thirty minutes. That’s when Rosemary went off again as Serena fingered her hard.

Rosemary climbed into Serena’s lap. Her companion licked her nipples while fingering her. At the forty minute “beep” she shuddered hard again in orgasm.

Serena was panting heavily when she asked, “When do we take the nooses off and shut it down?”

“I don’t know. Gawd, honey; each time I’ve been cumming harder.”

“One more, Rosemary?”

“I don’t… I don’t know… fuck, I’m… oh gawd; kiss me hard!”

They were all over each other at the fifty minute mark, fingers in each other’s pussy. The panel beeped again, sending them both over the edge. The orgasms were even more intense.

They were panting for breath as they stood there trembling on wobbly legs. “What do you think, Rosemary? Maybe we should…”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe one more…?”

“Gawd, this is so fucking…”

“Maybe at sixty?”

“Fuck! What if we hang?”

“Oh gawd! That would be so…”

They kissed each other hard, furiously fingering each other as they stood near the furniture. They lost track of time as they kept making out. Then there was a sudden ding. Rosemary had just enough time to see the timer at 58:13 before her noose took her three feet off the floor, right along with her surprised companion.

They began kicking wildly as they bounced off each other. For a moment they grabbed each other, humping like crazy. Then lack of air made them change their tactics.

Two sets of hands reached up for two nooses as two naked bodies bounced off each other while legs wrapped around each other. Rasping, gurgling sounds and muffled grunts were all that could be heard as two woman bumped and bounced off each other. Hands finally fell away from constricting coils, unable to loosen the constricting ropes.

Rosemary subconsciously fingered herself as she shuddered hard in orgasm, feeling the warm naked body of her friend bounce off her. She cummed herself into oblivion until she was hitching and jerking from stray muscles. Serena twitched and spasmed until she spiraled into unconsciousness, her bladder releasing as she squirted her orgasm.

©2017 (written Sep 1 ’17 by riwa)

(Written for Sadie and inspired by a couple pics in her folder.)

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She-male Snuff Carnival chs 1-2 3.5 (6)

Posted on August 24, 2018 by riwa

1 Crucifixion entrance (Oct 17 ’10)

The Carnival is in a large clearing ringed by a fence of tree trunks and limbs, much like a fort might have been built in the mid 1800’s in the Western frontier. A single, large gate allows the inhabitants to enter from one location. High above the gate on a rainbow shaped wooden placard are the words She-male Snuff Carnival.

Standing guard angled toward each other on either side of the gate are two wooden crosses. Stretched out on the crosses are two naked, large breasted Asian she-males, their cocks fully erect. They are in great pain, and their bodies jerk spasmodically.

People stand around them, looking up at them with happy smiles. Some jeer at them derisively while calling them names. Others – females mostly – stand directly underneath, hoping those hard, quivering cocks will erupt and spray them. They will not have to wait long.

Both are in great agony as they were erected early in the morning, an hour before the first patrons began to arrive. It is now early afternoon. They have been hanging for several hours.

They are both suffering from severe dehydration as the sun beats down on them. Long, thick spikes have been hammered into the palm of each hand. Additionally, ropes have been secured to each wrist, helping to hold each one to the cross in case the spikes should rip through the flesh of each hand.

Their arm muscles cramp as they are stretched outward. Each suffering she-male is forced to pull herself up enough to be able to pull a breath of air into her lungs before she relaxes in indescribable pain. Sweat drenches both naked bodies.

Each set of feet are nailed one over the other to the bottom of each cross. It makes for a double agony as they try to push upon their feet while pulling with their nailed hands to lift their bodies up enough to breathe. As each she-male hangs downward, the weight of her body threatens to prevent her lungs from expanding enough for the next much-needed breath.

An additional cruelty has been added to both crosses. The two she-males have had their asses embedded with long, metallic probes. The probes are electrified, going off every half hour on the hour. It causes the she-males to spasm in great agony as their cocks stiffen. Apparently the proprietors of the carnival wish to give their patrons a real treat by allowing them to see spurting cocks as the two dangle in their crucifixion.

The one on the right suddenly goes off, shuddering painfully as her cock sprays the giddy females standing directly underneath. Some stick their tongues out, hoping to catch a drop or two. Then the one on the left goes off as well.

There is another cum shower, causing the females standing below her to scream with joy. The current finally shuts off. But the suffering she-males know it will soon return to enhance their agony. Meanwhile the folks happily wander into the carnival, talking about the experience while leaving the two she-males to hang for the ensuing batch of carnival-goers to come across.

Crucifixion is one of the most – if not the most – painful way to die. Spikes are driven into the hands and feet of each victim and then the cross is stood upright. As the bodies sag in pain, the lungs struggle to expand in order for each individual to breathe. But with spikes in their hands and feet it is exceedingly painful to try to push themselves upward enough to be able to pull a decent breath of air into the lungs.

The she-males will hang until midnight when the carnival closes for the day. At that point their legs will be broken so they cannot lift themselves up to breathe. The current to the probes in their asses will then run nonstop until both erupt in a final fountain of death cum. With their legs broken they will be unable to lift themselves up, denying their lungs the opportunity to expand for one more breath until they succumb by painful asphyxiation.

2 Dunking booth (Mar 9 ’11)

The dunking booth at the carnival is arranged a little differently. Instead of being dropped into the water, the she-male is secured to one end of a teeter-tottering plank. It is the end that when lowered will submerge her inside a glass tank, leaving her visible to one and all.

Baseballs are still thrown at the bull’s-eye, but there is a difference. Each time it is hit, the plank teeter-totters until the she-male is lowered face up into the bracingly cool water until all that sticks out of the water is her cock and legs. The water keeps her nipples painfully erect.

This isn’t just an ordinary dunk-tank. Each time she is dunked she is forced to hold her breath 10 seconds longer than the last time. She soon comes to the realization that she will not leave the plank alive.

The current she-male is a young redhead with fishnet stockings. She was chosen for this booth because of her ability to hold her breath. But she knows each time down she has to hold it longer. And she knows this is a snuff carnival.

She is not gagged and is thus free to plead for her life. But she has learned she has no friends in this place, and has been reduced to nothing more than grunts and whimpers. She shivers in the breeze, her body glistening with moisture from her last dunking.

The amount of time varies each time she is pulled back up for a breath as the plank she lies upon is reset. More paying customers means the sound of more baseballs being thrown at the target. Each time she hears one smack against the backboard to the bull’s-eye in a miss she gasps for breath, wincing as her chest heaves. It’s only a matter of time until she will be submerged again.

Her cock is involuntarily hard, and not just because of her plight. A large plug has been inserted into her ass. It makes her wriggle uncomfortably, causing her to moan in agony. But her discomfort is the customer’s pleasure as her booth is drawing a large crowd, especially now that she is forced to hold her breath longer and longer with each dunk.

She hears the familiar sound of a baseball hitting the bull’s-eye followed by a ding from the bell and a cheer from the gathered throng. She inhales instinctively; she wants to live. Then the plank teeter-totters until she’s submerged once more into the cold liquid in a flurry of bubbles, forced to hold her breath yet again.

“Let’s see if she can make 1:50, ladies and gentlemen!” the booth barker exclaims. “But not to worry if she doesn’t! There’s certainly more where this one came from!” There are excited cries as well as a few exclamations of “I hope she drowns, the fucking bitch!” and “I want to see her drown!”

She struggles instinctively to hold her breath, trying to contain the air in her lungs. Her cock twitches as it stands erect in a salute. The crowd cheers her humiliating arousal. Two dunks ago she couldn’t help herself, spurting a load up into the air and splattering the water. But she’s quickly gotten hard again. She knows she will soon spurt yet another load from her fearfully erotic peril.

Her current breathhold feels like agony as she tries to hold it. The water is bracingly cold. The booth barker wants her erect nipples visible to the crowd. It makes it harder to hold her breath, and she strains for all she is worth. But the agony is getting to her. She’s becoming more exhausted with each dunking.

She’s under for what feels like an eternity when the plank finally teeter-totters, lifting her up out of the water to the disappointment of the crowd. She’s dripping wet; her lungs were on fire that time. She’s not getting enough time to get her breath back. She senses the next one might kill her.

“All right; who’s next?” the barker calls out. It isn’t long until she hears balls being thrown again. She winces again each time they hit the backboard, the crowd reacting to every near miss. She writhes and whimpers, helpless to do anything other than await a fate she knows is coming.

She hears an all-too-familiar sound, and as the bell rings out the crowd cheers. Then she’s back under the surface with a splash, air spewing out of her mouth and nose. The barker calls out, “She’ll be under for two minutes folks!” But she knows she’s in for it now as she didn’t get a good enough breath before she was dropped in.

The strain in her lungs strikes all too soon, and she fears she might not survive this one. She begins to panic, wriggling and squirming as she grunts her agony. Her eyes are open wide in horror as she looks up at the sky. Her legs wriggle as the crowd watches eagerly. Some of them excitedly gasp “She’s not going to make it!” and “Looks like we get to watch this one being snuffed!”

The burn in her lungs intensifies as her cock stiffens and swells. Air spurts out of her mouth in bubbles as her head twists from side to side. She’s only been under about a minute – her first of two. But there’s no way she can make it through the second one.

Her chest heaves as her breasts wobble, her lungs an inferno of breathless agony. She simply cannot hold it another second longer as air bursts out of her mouth. Then she inhales reflexively.

Her body responds violently as she starts to thrash about. It’s as though some malevolent being has possessed her and is trying to tear her apart from the inside. She coughs up bubbles as her lungs pull water down her windpipe. A moment later her cock explodes, cream arcing upward to the delighted shrieks of the many females in the crowd before splattering into the unsettled waters of the tank.

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as her violent thrashings lessen considerably. Her legs spasm as they shudder in their bindings, her arms wriggling as though she is trying to free herself. Then she suddenly relaxes as sporadic bubbles trickle out of her open mouth to the surface.

She stares upward with a shocked expression, her eyes vacant of life. Stray bubbles trickle out of her mouth to scurry to the surface. A barely noticeable tremor ripples through her body. Then she is gone.

“We have a lucky winner!” the booth barker exclaims, for the one whose throw succeeded in drowning the she-male gets to keep the corpse as an added prize.

There are “awww’s” and applause to the lucky couple. Then people begin to drift away as the duo comes forward to inspect and claim their prize.

The she-male will stay submerged another fifteen minutes by rule before she is brought out and the booth reloaded with its next lady-boy. But that doesn’t stop the female from climbing onto the teeter-totter and impaling her pussy with the still erect cock, riding it hard. She is determined to get an added benefit out of the snuffed she-male before getting to take her prize home with her lucky boyfriend who has proven to be so good with his throwing arm…

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Victor’s Guillotine 12 4.4 (11)

Posted on August 18, 2018 by riwa

12

I looked at Sybil’s severed skull hanging from her husband’s grasp by a handful of hair. Then I looked at the clock. It had barely passed 31:00. Bloody hell, the blade had really fallen early!

Ken smiled at Richard as the Yank pulled out of his wife’s pussy. “How was it?”

“It was incredible the way she spasmed around my dick. You’re not, uh…”

“…jealous? Maybe a little. But I don’t mind. It was so fucking hot. I hope it isn’t upsetting you seeing my hot wife beheaded like this.” Ken even hefted Sybil’s skull a little higher for emphasis, blood still dripping out of the severed neck.

“Uh, not like it did with Dorothy. I guess this time it was kind of a turn-on.”

“That’s just the way it’s supposed to be, Richard. Sybil would have wanted you to enjoy it. Dorothy too.”

Renard stepped up to Sybil’s naked body and started to unstrap her now that she wasn’t twitching and jerking so much. “I suppose we’d better get her upstairs for Victor. Help me out, Ken?”

Sybil’s husband nodded as he turned and handed her head over to me for safekeeping. It caught me by surprise the way he just gave it to me. But the way everyone looked at me made me feel as though I’d just been given a great honor being allowed to hold onto her skull for a few minutes.

Ken and Renard freed Sybil from the guillotine. Then they proceeded to haul her upstairs. Before they left, Ken smiled at me as he took her head from me, telling me it was turning out to be one hell of an afternoon.

They were barely a minute up the stairs when Victoria told Louisa, “Ok, you sexy bitch. You’re next.”

“We’re going to keep playing?” Richard asked in astonishment.

“Of course we are, love. Louisa hasn’t had her turn in the guillotine yet. Joyce, you can reset the blade and then the program to trip randomly from the time we have left, can’t you?”

“Of course, love,” she said as she came over and fiddled with the controls. Then the dripping blade was sent back up to the top of its track.

I was all turned on despite the fact I couldn’t believe what was happening. Were we actually going to keep playing, risking yet another roaster for Victor?? Hell, he was liable to have enough meat to last through the winter at this rate!

“Face up, love,” Victoria told her charge. Louisa dutifully laid out on the cushioned bench on her back. Her head slid into position before Victoria and Joyce began strapping her down.

“Ok, Richard,” Louisa called out, panting to catch her breath as the lunette was brought down, locking her in. “Time for you to get that cock over here.”

“Again??” This time he was smiling as we all laughed.

“I want to suck the cum off your cock from being in Sybil’s sexy cunt. So get it over here. I’m so hot for it right now.”

“Lucky bitch,” Joyce muttered. “She gets to suck all that juice and cream off his tasty dick.”

Richard looked at me and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders as he moved around in front. Louisa opened her mouth as he knelt in front of her while Joyce started the timer. I looked at the clock and trembled, wondering what the hell we were doing. Were we really going to risk sending up another roaster to Victor??

Louisa tipped her head back and took Richard’s cock all the way down her throat. She moaned as Victoria began rubbing her wet crotch, swirling fingers over her nub and then thrusting them into her wet cunt. I could hear little squishy sounds indicating how wet she was.

“Fuck that skull deep and hard, love,” Victoria told him. Then she knelt down, buried her face in Louisa’s muff and began to feed. That’s when Louisa began to writhe, whimper and groan, especially at the sight of the blade hovering directly above her.

You should have seen the affect it had on her when a couple drops of blood splattered her neck. She cried out with Richard’s cock deep down her throat as Victoria ate her out. Then she started cumming at around the 35:00 mark. Damn, that didn’t take long at all!

“I need my cunt licked!” Victoria declared. “Richard, get back here and fuck her for me; would you, love?”

Richard seemed to hesitate for a moment. I motioned for him to go right ahead. “We don’t want you to feel the least bit uncomfortable at being in the pussy during two beheadings, love. We want you to go back to America with some powerful memories. So we really want you to enjoy yourself this time around. Isn’t that right, everybody?”

Everyone nodded or agreed as I smiled at them. By now everyone was naked. Clark was stroking his dick, while Bettie was masturbating at the sight of what was being done to Louisa.

Richard smiled as he went around back between her legs. Then he asked, “Can I lick her out first?”

“By all means, love,” Victoria told him with a smile before she mashed her wet crotch against her lover’s lips.

Richard knelt down and began eating her out. That’s when Louisa really began to writhe and moan. Her cries were muffled as she had a pussy pressed against her mouth.

It was so sexy seeing her like that. Just about everyone was starting to masturbate. I figured I might look like the odd one out if I didn’t join them. So I started rubbing myself. Besides, it was so incredibly hot.

Victoria panted like crazy as she mashed her cunt against Louisa’s lips. Richard really went to town eating her out. A moment later the lucky bitch shuddered again.

“Damn, love!” Victoria gasped rapturously. “You just made this hot bitch cum. Now I want you to fuck the shit out of her.”

Richard got onto his knees and then thrust his dick into Louisa’s wet cunt. She stiffened and grunted, her face covered to the point where I wondered if Victoria was deliberately smothering her. Then she started rocking in the guillotine as Richard fucked her good and hard.

Damn, that was hot! I couldn’t believe we were all standing around watching. It was so incredibly sexy that my pussy was dripping and throbbing.

A couple drops of blood fell and splattered onto Louisa’s neck. I think that set her off again because she screamed into Victoria’s cunt. Then the two women were cumming together as Richard kept on fucking her.

“Time!” Victoria finally called out, panting tiredly as she moved away, giving Louisa a chance to catch her breath. Joyce Melwark stopped the clock at 46:27. In fact it looked like everyone needed a moment to catch their breath.

“Now it’s my turn,” Victoria gasped before leaning down to give Louisa a sexy kiss on the lips.

“You, love?” Joyce asked in surprise. “Really?”

“I have to go for a ride, love. I want to taste Richard’s cock between my lips before he fucks me too. I’ll be damned if I’m going to be left out of this afternoon’s sexy festivities.”

There were cheers and applause. As Joyce helped Victoria unstrap her lover, she told me this was the first time she knew of that Victoria was going to ride the bloody thing. She figured it was going to happen sooner or later. But maybe it was happening today because everyone wanted to make sure Richard didn’t feel so bad about Dorothy’s beheading, and for him to have an enjoyable time.

“Those were three hot cums, love,” Louisa panted as she sat upright. She was a little bit woozy, but she still seemed to be functional. Victoria eventually took her place by lying flat on her back on the bench. Then Louisa helped Joyce strap her down before locking her into the lunette.

“I need that cock, Richard,” Victoria called out to him. “I want to taste my lover’s cum on your dick.”

He blushed as he came around front. I just gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Are you enjoying yourself now? You know we don’t hold it against you the way Sybil and Dorothy lost their heads, right?”

“I think I’m feeling better about it now,” he admitted. I just chuckled as I pushed him over toward Victoria in the guillotine.

She tipped her head back and opened her mouth. He knelt before sliding his cock right in, thrusting nice and slow. She moaned as though savoring the flavors on his dick.

Joyce activated the timer as Louisa knelt between her legs and started licking her out. She sure seemed to be great at muff-diving. It wasn’t long before she had her lover writhing and moaning into Richard’s cock between her lips.

I couldn’t help it as I started touching myself again. Everyone was so turned on watching Victoria wriggle in the guillotine, swallowing dick while being eaten out. It was incredibly arousing.

I looked over to see Jeff and Kimberly masturbating each other. Ken had Joyce impaled on his cock from behind, holding her up by one lifted leg as they both watched. Bettie was on her knees sucking Clark, making sure she had a good view as they both watched.

A muffled cry from Victoria told me Louisa was making her cum. Richard slowly filled her mouth with his dick as she hungrily sucked and slurped. Then she pushed him away, begging him to fuck her.

He switched places with her lover as Louisa came around front and looked down at her. “Now I get to make you eat pussy for a change, you sexy bitch.” Then she mashed her crotch against Victoria’s lips.

Richard knelt and started eating her out first. He really had her writhing and moaning. And it sure looked like Louisa was enjoying smothering her with her cunt.

A few droplets of blood splattered her neck. It made her flinch and whimper a time or two, knowing the blade hung dangerously above her. Then I thought I heard muffled cries as she started begging Richard to fuck her.

“She wants your cock in her cunt, love,” Louisa told him with a grin. “So give it to her good and hard. She deserves it now that she’s on the receiving end for a change.”

She rose up to allow Victoria to catch her breath. “Now you’re going to eat cunt, bitch. And if Richard’s lucky, he might get to feel your pussy spasming around his dick when the blade falls.”

Victoria murmured, “Bloody hell” before Louisa mashed her pussy against her lover’s lips. “Fuck her, love!” she demanded. Then she really smothered her as Richard thrust good and hard.

Victoria grunted each time he thrust into her cunt. “Harder!” Louisa demanded gleefully, her cruelty shining through. “Maybe Victor will get another roaster today!” She almost seemed eager for her lover to lose her head.

Victoria cried out into Louisa’s muff. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm. Louisa just kept telling him “Harder; fuck the sexy bitch harder!” So Richard really gave it to her good.

Victoria let out another muffled scream of pleasure. Then she sort of went limp. Louisa stepped back to let her breathe as Richard pulled out. Joyce came over and stopped the clock at 1:02:58.

“Bloody hell, what a ride!” Victoria panted tiredly. “I should have done this months ago.” Then she looked up at a smug Louisa before telling her, “I’m going to make you pay for that, you sexy bitch.”

“All right; who’s next?” Joyce asked as she started to unstrap Victoria. She looked at me and smiled as she asked, “How about you, Julie?”

“Clark, I think I want to go again.” We all turned to see Bettie looking at the guillotine with a dazed look in her eyes.

“Are you sure, love?”

“I know it’s crazy. But I think I… oh bloody hell!”

Louisa removed the lunette from Victoria’s neck, allowing her to scoot out once all the straps had been removed. Then Joyce motioned grandly. “Have a seat if you want another go, love.”

“Oh Clark, I… oh bloody hell!” Then Bettie came over, sat down, and then slowly lowered herself until she was flat on her back, her head looking up at the hovering blade.

“Are you sure, darling?”

“Strap me down quick before I change my mind!” Joyce just laughed at her as she and Clark began securing her before latching the lunette into place.

“Richard? I need something in my mouth before I chicken out. Get over here, please?”

“Go right ahead,” Clark motioned grandly at him. “Besides, it’s such a turn-on watching her suck another man’s cock while the blade hovers above her.” We chuckled as Richard blushed before moving around front, his semi-hard cock stiffening up again.

Bettie looked up at the blade. Then she gasped, “Give it to me quick!” Richard pushed it into her mouth and she eagerly started sucking as Joyce started the timer once again.

Clark moved between her legs, knelt down and started eating her out. Bettie began writhing and moaning as she swallowed dick. Richard looked like he had finally settled down and was fully enjoying himself.

Clark gave her a good dicking before pulling out and licking her again. I saw Richard’s cock go in and out of her mouth. She kept gasping and grunting, her eyes occasionally glancing up to see the blade.

When Richard gave her a moment to catch her breath she gasped, “Clark, I want him to fuck my ass! Can he fuck my ass?”

“I had no idea you were such a kinky bitch, love.”

“It’s the blade making me kinky, darling. Richard, get back there and fuck my ass!”

He looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged my shoulders as I told him, “Go right ahead; after all, it’s her ass.” So he hesitantly walked on back as Clark got up and came around front to fuck his wife’s mouth.

“Fuck my ass, love! Fuck my ass!”

“Might as well do what she says, Richard. She’s too far gone to think straight anymore.” Then he laughed as he shut her up by filling her mouth with his dick.

She grunted as Richard slowly pushed his way into her bum. Then he started thrusting. That’s when she began grunting and moaning with a mouthful of dick.

“She wants more,” Clark told him with a smile. “Give it to her good. You can even rub her button if you want.”

I was so turned on that I started furiously masturbating. Victoria had Louisa between her legs and was holding her head firmly in place as she humped her mouth. Everyone else was masturbating while Kimberly got on her knees and enthusiastically sucked Jeff.

There were erotic moans all around me. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Yet there Bettie was, getting a good shafting up her ass by a man who was not even her husband since Clark was busy fucking her mouth.

I didn’t even pay attention to the timer as Richard swirled a thumb over her button. A moment later Bettie went off with a muffled scream, shuddering hard in orgasm. It was so hot that I nearly wet myself.

Joyce went over and shut off the timer. The clock stopped at 1:18:17. For a moment Bettie looked like she was away with the faeries.

She finally found her voice to speak. “Bloody hell, Clark! That was even better than the last one!” He just leaned over and kissed her deeply before removing the lunette as Joyce went to work freeing her from the straps.

“All right, who’s next?” Victoria wanted to know. “How about you, Julie?”

“Me?”

“Love, you look like you’re going crazy wanting to go for a ride.”

“I do?”

I looked at the clock and then at everyone else as Bettie sat up on the bench trying to catch her breath. Joyce smiled at me as she asked, “You want me to go up and get Renard? Or would you like Richard to fuck you?” Then she turned to him and asked, “You haven’t cum again yet, have you?”

“No, but I was damned close with Bettie and her ass.”

Bettie was disappointed hearing that. “Damn! I wanted you to cum inside me!”

“Sorry. I guess I was being respectful.”

“Don’t be respectful, love. Down here, we want to give you a thrill!” Then she turned to me and asked, “How about it, love? Are you going to give Richard your cunt or your ass?”

“I… I, uh…” I was trembling like crazy, thinking how much I wanted to go for a ride, yet nervous of the time left on the random program.

“Oh, she wants to feel him unload deep up her cunt,” Victoria said as she came over and helped me sit upon the guillotine. Then she pushed me over until I was lying flat on my back. Louisa didn’t help matters when she came over and ran her hands all over my trembling, naked body.

“She’s wet as hell,” Joyce observed with a chuckle, feeling my crotch. “Richard, I think you’d better fuck her good and hard. She’s probably going to explode the minute you stick your dick in her. But first you need to go around front and let her taste Bettie’s ass on your dick.”

Clark and Bettie grinned at me as Richard came around front. Victoria locked the lunette down onto my neck as Joyce finished with the straps. Then Richard shoved his dick in my mouth as Joyce triggered the timer.

I trembled like crazy as I tasted the tang of Bettie’s ass on his dick. Then I heard Joyce tell her husband, “Maybe you’d better warm her up for Richard’s cock, love.” A moment later I felt Warren’s mouth in my crotch.

I whimpered and cried out, embarrassed and ashamed at how much I was turned on. I could see the blade hovering above me, and it really gave me the shivers. But I was so turned on I could hardly think straight.

The first orgasm hit the moment Warren stuck his cock inside me and started fucking me. I groaned and shuddered, my back arching as Richard’s cock filled my mouth. The orgasm nearly battered me senseless.

“That didn’t take long,” Joyce laughed. “Ok, guys; you’d better switch. I’m sure Richard’s cock needs some relief after all this time. You might as well fill her sexy cunt with your spunk, love.”

He pulled out of my mouth and disappeared from view as Warren came around. “I’ll keep her mouth busy, love,” he told his wife. Then I tipped my head back to take his dick as he shoved it right in.

By this time Richard was thoroughly enjoying himself. I nearly went off the moment I felt him push his dick inside my dripping slit. Then I really started crying out into the cock in my mouth as he gave it to me good and hard.

I grunted and shuddered as I looked up at the blade hovering above me. The guys were giving it to me good and hard. Then I heard Renard’s voice in the stairwell calling out, “What’s going on down there?”

“We’re giving you another roaster!” Joyce called up to him with a laugh. “Julie’s riding it now!”

“Julie? Is anybody fucking her?”

“Richard’s in her cunt while my husband is filling her mouth! Come on down and join the fun!” Then she laughed maniacally.

At that moment a drop of blood hit my neck. It made me shudder as another orgasm swelled within me. Then I thought I saw the blade give way and start to come down.

I tried to scream while Renard was in the process of calling out to me, “Damn, girl! I had no idea you were so addicted to the guillotine!” Then I felt a sharp pain shoot through my throat. I jerked for a moment before all feeling ceased below my neck.

There were several cries of “Bloody hell!” followed by a couple of cheers. My head slipped off Warren’s cock to plummet into the bloody wicker basket below. That’s when Warren pulled my head back out.

“Fuck her face, Richard! Fuck her face quick!”

I got a brief glimpse of my naked body hitching and jerking around still strapped down to the bench.  A moment later I got a close-up view of his crotch as his cock slid into my mouth. I could taste his cum mixed with mine on my lips. Then I was fading away into oblivion, although it felt like I was cumming and cumming and cumming………………

(May 23 ’18)

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Helga’s comeuppance 3.8 (4)

Posted on August 18, 2018 by riwa

Helga summoned Nikola to her residence. She knew the Polish swine dared not refuse her. She was slated to be executed, but Helga had pulled some strings to keep her around a bit longer.

She’d engaged in an impromptu wrestling match in her bathtub several days before, offering the women her life if she won. Of course the Polish subhuman had never stood a chance. Now she lived in a squalid shack, serving at the beck and call of her Nazi overlord.

Nikola was good for one thing and one thing only. She was adept at pleasing her Nazi host. It was a good thing as Helga virtually held her life in her hands.

She showed up and was promptly told to take all her clothes off. Helga was already naked, the bath drawn and filled with bubble bath. She wanted to feel pleasure. And this untermenschen would give her that pleasure or her life would be forfeit.

“Into the tub with me, schweine!” Nikola nodded as she carefully stepped into the tub. She knew full well what was expected of her.

The Polish woman reached down into the water and picked up some bubbles. Then she started rubbing them on Helga’s breasts as her Nazi captor returned the favor. Her host wasted no time, starting in with the taunts she reserved special for this… creature.

“You know I should have you shot,” she snorted. “You live at the pleasure of my whims.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the younger wonan replied with humility.

“I should turn you over to Garon and Paulos. You know they run the mortuary down the street.”

“I know, Mistress,” she replied submissively. She’d heard this so many times before.

“You live because you give me pleasure. Once I tire of you, Garon and Paulos will have their way with you on a table before you find yourself in an unmarked grave.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You still know your place. That is sehr gut.” Then she smiled wickedly.

“Soap my leg, you swine. Show me how much my legs entice you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nikola did as she asked, knowing the consequences of failing to obey.

“On your knees, bitch! Worship my body!” Nikola got on her knees, running her hands up Helga’s naked body. It was humiliating, especially since she felt sexual stirrings from her humiliation.

“My arsch, you schweine! Lick my arsch like an untermenschen who knows her place!” Nikola obeyed, kissing and licking the quivering opening. Helga felt jolts of pleasure from the Polish tongue.

Her execution was being delayed, but the Nazi bitch could not help herself. Where else was she going to find a woman who know how to please her the way this one did? Still, it was fun to toy with her.

“Pleasure me, bitch! Give me reason to prolong your life!” In response Nikola ran a finger over her pussy and arsch.

She owed her an unpleasant death. After all, there was a certain humiliation from allowing one such as this to bring her sexual pleasure. But Helga found the woman’s abilities hard to resist.

“Turn around. Show me those muscles which failed you in the task of extending your life.” Nikola turned around and flexed her arms as Helga rubbed her backside, enjoying the view.

“Now show me your arsch. Show me your pussy. Show me where you deserve to be raped!”

Nikola bent over the edge of the tub, allowing her mistress full access. Helga touched, poked and proded. “A fine arsch for such an untermenschen. Garon and Paulos will enjoy it at the mortuary when your time with me has come to an end.”

She turned the woman around and made her face her. “Now Worship my tits, bitch! Lick my titten!”

Again Nikola did as she was commanded. She was ashamed to admit she found it pleasurable. She knew this bitch held her life in her hands and that she was living on borrowed time. But it was better to serve than to lie in an unmarked grave.

“Does my untermenschen still cum? Let us find out!” That is when Helga produced her vibrator and held it against the Poles nub.

Nikola stiffened as the buzzing toy did its job. It was humiliating to be pleasured in this manner by a woman who was eventually going to have her killed. But pleasure was pleasure.

Helga cackled as she made her turn around. Then she vibrated her from behind. She pushed the toy in the Pole’s cunt, enjoying her moans. It was such a thrill humiliating her in this fashion.

“Now your arsch!” Helga declared triumphantly. “Let us make this piggy squeal!”

The toy was thrust none too gently up her ass. Nikola writhed and whimpered. It was embarrassing as hell. But there was nothing she could do about it.

The cruel Nazi vixen fucked her until she let out a humiliating cry of orgasm. Then Helga gave her the toy. “Now it’s my turn, schweine! Pleasure me or I’ll have you shot!”

Nikola took the toy and rubbed it back and forth over the Nazi’s breasts. The nipples hardened considerably and Helga gasped with pleasure. So this slut was still able to please her, eh? Perhaps she might let her live another day. Or perhaps she would force her down into the water to enjoy drowning her before giving her corpse to Garon and Paulos to play with.

Helga stood up, ordering the Polish bitch to pleasure her cunt. Nikola rubbed the buzzing toy over the exposed crotch. It left the Nazi gasping for breath.

“More… more… make me cum, you schweine!”

Nikola stuck her tongue out and began to lick. Helga responded breathlessly. “I see the untermenschen can still put her tongue to good use. That is sehr gut.”

Helga turned around and stood against the wall. “Pleasure me, you Polish schweine! Pleasure me or I will drown your arsch!”

Nikola brought the toy up against her slit. Helga loved what it was doing to her. But today she was in a particularly cruel mood. “Not good enough, untermenschen! You will drown for this! Now make me cum!”

“Schweine! Lick my arsch! Lick it or I’ll have you executed immediately!”

It was humiliating to lick the Nazi whore in such a manner. Nikola trembled from a sense of disgust and arousal as her tongue flicked out, causing her tormentor to moan with pleasure. But she knew her life depended on it. She was at the whim of this sadistic bitch and was forced to obey.

“Fuck me, damn you! Make me cum, you schweine!” Nikola pushed the bussing toy against the woman’s opening and slowly inserted it.

Helga gasped and moaned. It was fun tormenting the untermenschen. But the Pole certainly knew how to bring the orgasms out of her. She shuddered hard as it flushed warmly through her body.

She panted for breath. Then she told Nikola to lick her arsch while fucking her again. She wanted another one, and she wanted to degrade the bitch in the process.

Nikola used her tongue to lick the clenched opening as she used the toy on the women. Helga began to writhe and moan. That when the submissive Pole wondered if now was as good a time as any. She could not keep up this degradation much longer.

She left the toy buzzing in Helga’s cunt as she turned and reached over the edge of the tub for her clothes. If only this would work as she’d been told. She had her doubts. But she no longer wanted to be this bitch’s plaything any longer. And if all went well she’d brought one other item she would use in revenge.

“What are you doing? Get that tongue back in my arsch!”

“My apologies, Mistress. I slipped.” She was rummaging around in her clothes; had she left it behind?? No, there it was.

“Put your tongue in my arsch or I’ll drown you right here and now!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her hands were trembling as she brought it up. It had two prongs that looked like they were aligned almost perfectly. Then she heard Helga bellow, “MAKE ME CUM, YOU SCHWEINE!”

Nikola pressed it up against both holes. Helga let out a cry of “Was ist das?” Then it was all the way inside.

“SCHWEINE!” the Nazi bellowed. She was just reaching back when Nikola activated it. There was a loud buzz that seemed to crackle.

Helga gasped and jerked as though she’d been electrocuted. She slid down the wall until she twisted into the tub. She sat upright against the back, her eyes open in shock.

Nikola looked at her in amazement. The damned thing had actually worked! She couldn’t believe it!

Helga tried to move, but her arms refused her commands. Her eyes fluttered as she blinked. She opened and closed her mouth, but no speech was forthcoming.

Nikola wasted no time turning around and fumbling around in her clothes. She found it and brought it up. Then she showed it to Helga before putting it on around her waist. Two large, thick dildos were attached.

“I am to be executed, Fraulein? I dare say it is you who are to be executed! I will put up with no more of this. But I will certainly give you the fucking you deserve!”

She knelt down and forced the attached object into Helga’s cunt and arsch. Then she began thrusting hard. Helga’s eyes blinked as her chest jerked.

She tried to lift her arms in a defensive gesture. But she could hardly get them to move. Nikola risked a little smile as she thrust hard in and out.

“A very special present from Geron and Paulos. They met with me and asked about you. They told me I was slated for their table. But they expressed a desire to fuck you instead. It seems you humiliated them once too often.”

“I may not get very far out of town. But I will take my chances. I know you will give me no chance at all. In fact, you said you would drown me. Let us explore if you know what that means!”

She slowly pulled on the large chested woman’s legs. Helga found herself slipping deeper into the tub. She was able to gasp for breath in horror as she found herself floating.

“Now we shall see who will live and who will drown.” Then Nikola slowly pushed the woman’s head under as she thrust harder.

Bubbles came up as Nikola eagerly fucked the air out of the Nazi’s lungs. Helga hitched and gurgled as her body spasmed and convulsed. She tried to move, but her muscles had not yet regained their full function.

Nikola thrust as hard and as sadistically as she could. Helga continued to  lose air in little spurts. Her eyes opened wide in shock and horror. Then only little bubbles came out as her expression sagged tiredly.

“Are you finished?” Nikola asked with a cruel sneer. “We’d better be certain!” And with that she turned the large woman over until she was face down on her knees with her arsch up.

The angry Pole thrust her two pronged device hard in and out of the Nazi. More bubbles came up to the surface. Nikola thrust long and hard for several minutes. But there was no further movement other than a stray bubble coming to the surface.

Nikola panted heavily for breath as she finally stopped thrusting. She freed the object from her waist, leaving it jammed in the dead Nazi’s two holes. Then she climbed out of the water.

She quickly dried herself off and put her clothes on. Then she went to the telephone and placed a call. When a male voice answered she simply said “It is finished” before hanging up. Then she exited the residence, feeling freed despite the knowledge she was truly a wanted woman now.

Epilogue

Garon and Paulos showed up within fifteen minutes. They found Helga arsch up and face down in her tub. A couple of familiar objects had been left behind.

The two mortuary attendants pulled the Nazi out of the water. Then they proceeded to fuck her mouth, pussy and arsch for the better part of an hour before taking her to the mortuary to be prepared. The report would indicate she’d passed away from an accidental drowning.

2018 (Apr 7 ’18)

(Inspired by the pictures found in Jimbo’s album)

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The Drownings at Aqua World 4.2 (10)

Posted on August 12, 2018 by riwa

There were not many cars when we pulled into the parking lot to a place called Aqua World. I mentioned this to James who sat behind the wheel as he told me they had only been open a few months. “You’re the writer,” he said with a laugh. “I told Sadie I was bringing you along so you could write up a story or an article for them.”

I looked at him skeptically. “You really think an article or a story from me is going to do any good?”

“You’re a great writer,” his wife Dorothy said as she turned from her place in the front seat next to her husband to smile at me. “We’ve enjoyed many of your stories.”

“And you still associate with me?” I chuckled nervously.

“Oh, you’re not that bad,” Aneeqa said from her seat next to me. “I find some of your stories rather kinky and intriguing.” Her smile was infectious, her cleavage sticking out the entire time to distract me. What’s more, she’d been blatantly flirting with me the entire trip.

We got out of the vehicle and made our way to the door. James led us right inside. He told me he’d been here a few times before. But from the sound of things this was Dorothy and Aneeqa’s first visit as well as mine.

Once inside, I detected the familiar smell of chlorine. There was a big, circular pool right in front of us, with waterfalls and lily pads. Dorothy grabbed her husband’s arm, telling him how excited she was becoming and why he hadn’t brought her here before.

Aneeqa took my arm as we made our way around the pool. There was a concrete ramp that took us underground into a lounge. That’s when an attractive woman came over to greet us.

She had red hair and green eyes. Her blouse struggled to contain her mammoth mammaries. And her skirt was so short I feared she was going to show us everything if she bent over. But she seemed to know Dorothy’s husband quite well.

“Nice to see you again, James. We got your message and your deposit. Is this the woman you’ve been talking about?”

“Hello, Sadie,” he replied with a smile. “This is my wife Dorothy and her friend Aneeqa. And this is Richard, that writer I was telling you about?”

“Nice to meet you all.” But she seemed to focus on me the most. “So you’re the writer, eh? Going to put us on the map with one of your stories?”

I gave James a look that said, “You blabbed to her too??” But she had already moved over and was looking at his wife.

“So James. This is the one you were telling me about?”

“She sure is.”

“She looks lovely. Is she going to perform for us?”

“Perhaps.”

James smile was enigmatic. Dorothy looked at him curiously as though she didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. Aneeqa nudged her in the ribs as she playfully asked, “Are you going to perform for us, love?”

“Beats the hell out of me. I’m just as much in the dark as you are.”

“Maybe you both will,” Sadie responded with amusement.

She led us over to a table that had a large window looking into the pool. I noticed there were a couple of naked women swimming around. They didn’t seem to care whether or not they were being watched.

I was a little shocked at such blatant nudity. Dorothy and Aneeqa were surprised, but not particularly upset. “Is this the performance I’m supposed to give you?” she asked as she playfully squeezed her husband’s arm. He just smiled back at her.

“What about you?” Aneeqa asked me seductively. “Would you like to see me naked in the water?”

I was unsure how to respond when Dorothy waved dismissively at me with a grin. “Oh, he wants to see us all right, love. They all do. Stick a naked woman in the water and watch their willies get hard.”

We were served drinks as we looked into the water through the window. The naked women were being quite playful with each other. And they seemed to be able to stay down for quite a while.

We had just finished what I assumed was our first of many drinks when a different lady in a skimpy outfit came over to our table. She smiled at Dorothy and Aneeqa as she told them, “Would you ladies like to come with me?” They looked to James in confusion. But he just shrugged his shoulders before motioning they might as well go with her to see what all the fuss was about.

They were out of sight less than a minute when Sadie returned to our table. “Everything’s all set, James,” she told him with a knowing smile. “I hope it’s up to your standards.”

“Sadie, you’ve never disappointed.” Then she turned to me and said she hoped I liked what I saw and that it would be worth writing a good story about them.

We stood up as she led us off in a different direction. We went through the building until we came to another observation window. But the water beyond looked like it belonged to a separate pool.

“I’ve asked Fiesta to join us,” she told James, giving me her most charming smile. “I hope your friend likes her.”

“I’m sure they’ll get along just fine.”

A half minute later another full-figured woman came in. She smiled as she came right over to me. Her skimpy outfit, blonde hair and bright red lipstick made me think she was here for something specific.

She grabbed my arm and smiled at me. “My name’s Fiesta. I hope I can make your visit more enjoyable.”

“I guess it’ll be fine,” I mumbled nervously. But when I looked over at James I was shocked to see he was already kissing Sadie deeply.

There was a splash in the pool from above. A moment later we saw a man in red speedos and a weight belt and a woman in a barely-there pink bikini swim down in full view. A moment later they started hugging and kissing each other right in front of us.

“So it’s Zenith, is it?” Fiesta said with a knowing smile to Sadie. “Does she know? Or are you springing it on her?”

“They don’t call me ‘Sadistic Sadie’ for nothing, love,” the redhead giggled as she reached down and groped James’ crotch.

“You’re going to love this,” the blonde purred into my ear as she rubbed mine as well. It wasn’t long before I was sporting a bulge. But I think that was the plan all along.

Zenith and the guy in the water made out with each other as they began removing their swim wear. Soon she was on her knees sucking his cock. His weight belt helped keep them down on the bottom of the pool, which looked to be a good fifteen feet deep.

When they shot up to the surface I got a passionate kiss from Fiesta. “Do we have you curious?” she asked with a sly smile before going back to kissing me again. James and Sadie were simply making out as though we weren’t even there.

The couple soon returned, although there was a difference. This time Zenith’s wrists were secured behind her back. And the male had an air hose with a regulator in his mouth.

He forced her to her knees to suck him again. But neither one bothered to return to the surface. Their air supply was right there, only it was fully in his control.

He seemed to delight in taking his time giving her a hit off the reg. I saw her chest heave a couple of times from a couple of rather lengthy breathholds. But when I glanced over at James I saw Sadie had his dick out and was stroking it.

Fiesta caught me looking over there. “Like what you see, love?” Then she undid my belt before pulling my cock out and stroking it.

In the pool Zenith was impaled by the guy’s cock as she sat in his lap. He bounced her up and down, forcing bubbles out of her mouth. It was incredibly erotic standing there witnessing such a brazenly sexual display.

Again and again he teased her with the regulator, not giving it to her until it looked like her lungs were starving. After giving her a breath from the hose, he turned her around to face us looking in on them. Then he entered her from behind, fucking her hard while breathing off the reg in his mouth.

“This is the best part,” Fiesta whispered to me as she stroked and fondled me. Sadie immediately knelt to take James into her mouth. They both kept glancing into the tank to watch the proceedings.

“Wanna fuck?” Fiesta asked pointblank.

“Uh… I’m not sure I can, uh…”

“Oh, a shy one, eh? No problem. I give the best blowjobs around.” And with that she knelt and took me into her mouth.

In the water Zenith’s lungs were straining again. Her chest heaved, her nipples incredibly erect. She kept looking back, but the air was not returned. Then she mouthed at us that she really needed the reg. But what the hell were we supposed to do about it!

To my shock she lost a big burst of bubbles. A moment later she started thrashing about. It looked like she was gulping water.

“Gawd; there she goes!” Sadie murmured. Then she hungrily gobbled James’ cock down her throat.

I was astonished they were just letting her drown in there. “Shouldn’t we, uh… do something?”

“What’s there to do, love?” Fiesta purred at me. “Just watch the show and enjoy my oral skills.” Then she went right back to sucking.

We all watched as Zenith hitched and convulsed several times. I could tell the guy was ramming her hard as though he was cumming inside her. Then she went limp as he continued fucking her, her eyes all glazed over as she looked at us in a state of shock.

The man pulled out and slowly turned her around. We were treated to the sight of his cum leaking out of her cunt. Then he swam to the surface, leaving her behind as her body slowly drifted to the bottom of the pool on her back.

As he went up, those ladies in the tank we’d seen earlier came down and retrieved her. They swam her back to the surface up out of sight. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking they were going to do CPR on her to bring her back around.

“Now for the main event, James,” Sadie purred at him. She turned around on her knees and impaled herself on his cock. Then they started fucking.

“Blowjob or fuck?” Fiesta asked, but I felt like I was out of my depth. “Blowjob,” I replied, figuring I could at least rationalize it away later if need be.

She had just taken me deep down her throat when there was a big splash. That’s when this beam plummeted down to the bottom of the pool. To my horror I saw Dorothy and Aneeqa attached to it from chains attached to collars around their necks. They were both naked and looked more than a little shocked at their situation.

“You said you were looking for a new wife, love,” Sadie purred at James. “How did I do?”

“Damn, Sadie; you’re the best.”

“Oh don’t I know it, lover.”

On the other side of the window I saw that Dorothy and Aneeqa has seen us through the glass. They twisted and bubbled, bumping into each other as they tried to break away from the beam they were attached to. But their arms were secured behind their backs. And with their necks attached to the beam, they weren’t going anywhere.

“Are they going to…?” I stared to ask.

“They sure are,” Fiesta cooed at me before she took me deep down her throat. I was both horrified and aroused.

James fucked Sadie harder and faster as though anxious to see if he could cum while his wife drowned. Fiesta kept moaning as she sucked me off. The naked women in the pool both jerked and bubbled as they struggled to break free.

Aneeqa looked right at me as though begging me to come to her rescue. But I was looking at Dorothy’s twat. It was flashing and winking at me as she kicked and struggled and bubbled.

Aneeqa went first, a huge explosion of bubbles followed by those familiar drowning convulsions. It was shamefully arousing. The horror in her eyes depicted the agony she was going through of not being able to breathe.

She was just settling to the bottom of the tank when Dorothy lost a huge explosion of bubbles. Then she started convulsing as well, drowning bubbles being forced out of her lungs. That’s when James thrust hard into Sadie. I think he was cumming.

Dorothy looked right at me as she hitched and spasmed. She coughed up a couple more bubbles as Fiesta cupped my balls and deep-throated me. Then I was shamefully cumming into her mouth.

Dorothy shuddered hard as a yellow fluid ejected out of her pussy. Then she settled on top of Aneeqa until they were lying face to face, their breasts pressed up against each other. There were stray hitches and muscles spasms, but they were both gone.

“Gawd, that was good!” Sadie breathed. Then she turned to face me as she asked, “Did you cum?”

“I got a mouthful of his cream to prove it!” Fiesta announced proudly, opening her mouth and showing my load. Then she swallowed it right down.

I looked in through the window to see a few stray bubbles drifting up from the nude bodies. James looked at me and smiled. “I want you to meet my new wife Sadie… well, we’ll be getting married next month.”

“But… but what about Dorothy in there?”

“She’s told me about a couple of drowning fantasies inspired by your stories. So I don’t think she minded too much. It was a helluva show, don’t you think?”

“Uh… yeah, it sure was.”

“Think you can write up a little something?” Sadie asked with a smile. “We’d be oh-so-grateful. In fact the next drowning is on the house for you to come watch if you’ll write up something.”

“What do you want me to write?”

“Story… documentary… article… anything you want. Just mention what you’ve witnessed here today and we promise to make it worth your while.” Then she smiled at James and kissed him before giggling, “But I think we’ve already made it worth his while, eh, love?”

2018 (written May 10 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by Suzan Rose’s drawing)

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Coma 3.3 (3)

Posted on August 6, 2018 by riwa

For the first time in a long while Miriam felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Dr. Timmins felt confident the procedure would work. She wanted to believe him with her whole heart.

She followed him down the hospital corridor, his assistant bringing up the rear. Would it finally be over? That’s when the doubts started creeping back in.

She thought she heard a familiar voice call her name. It made her look all around. But no one was paying her any attention. She was just another patient in a hospital gown following her doctor down a hall.

She felt her heart leap into her throat. She didn’t know why, but she felt something wasn’t right. It made her anxiously look all around.

She didn’t see the bitch anywhere. But Kira always seemed to pop up when she least expected her to. Had the crazy woman hired a private dick to keep an eye on her just to follow her every move?

They passed through a door, only to leave the antiseptic walls of the hospital behind. Dr. Timmins was now in that familiar suit she always saw him in. She’d wondered once before just how many of that exact same color of outfit he had back home in his closet. Now she wondered how he had managed to change so fast.

She looked back to see they were no longer in the hospital. Now there were in some sort of structure that looked like it belonged in a medieval castle. The walls were drab grey, the columns weathered and looking unsteady.

She gasped when she caught sight of it. She felt Timmins’ assistant grab her arm. “It’ll be ok, Miriam,” she murmured reassuringly into her ear. But Miriam was not so certain.

“Doctor?” she stammered nervously. “What… what is this?”

“We found her, Miriam,” he replied without turning to look at her.

“You actually found her??”

“We found her. This is the only way I knew of to get rid of her.”

“But… but isn’t this murder?”

“You yourself said she tried to kill you on many occasions, right?”

“Well yes, but…”

“We discussed this, Miriam. We agreed it was the only way.”

“We did?” She racked her brain, trying to remember when they’d had that particular conversation.

She heard the voice again, and it made her look all around in growing alarm. Then she swallowed as she nodded, “You’re right, doctor. She’s here with us. Why does she keep following me?”

“She’s obsessed with you, Miriam.”

“She’s more than a little obsessed, doctor. I told you she wants to kill me.”

“And so you did. This way we’ll get to her first.”

“By hanging her? She’s much too clever for that, doctor. I told you so.”

They walked up to the gallows and paused. A rough hemp noose hung down. A three-legged stool awaited beneath it.

They all stood still before Dr. Timmins loudly called out, “We’re here, Kira. You might as well come on out. You can’t hide from us.” That’s when Miriam heard that familiar laughter that made her blood run cold.

She summoned all the indignation she could in her frightened state. “Come out and show yourself, you bitch!” The only response was more laughter.

She heard the assistant nervously ask, “How do we make her show herself, doctor?”

He turned to look at Miriam and smiled knowingly. “You know how, don’t you?”

She gulped and nodded. Then she shed her hospital gown, leaving her only in a pair of black heels. She whimpered as she climbed onto the stool where she carefully grabbed onto the noose and then slowly brought it down over her head.

There was more laughter. It sounded like it was coming from all around them. Miriam’s heart beat fast as she tried to peer through every pillar as though to see what or who might be hiding on the other side of each one.

“I know you’re here, you bitch! Come out right now and face us! Do you hear me? You fucking bitch!” She hoped the obscenity might make the evil woman show herself.

There was a sudden clatch of cold steel around her wrists behind her back. Then the assistant came around from behind her. Miriam’s eyes flew open in horror.

“You bitch!” Then she looked all around, only to see they were now alone.

“What did you do to Dr. Timmins? What did you do to his assistant Edna?”

The woman laughed coldly at her. “I haven’t done anything to them. Why should I? You’re the one I’m after. You’ve always been the one I’ve been after. Did you think this was really going to work? Did you think you could get rid of me so easily?”

Miriam went pale as she tugged on her secured wrists. Then she felt the stool wobble uncertainly beneath her. She gasped in horror, realizing her situation had now become desperate.

How could this have happened to her?? How had the bitch found out?? Had she broken into Timmins’ office yet again to discover the plan all along??

Kira shook her head and chuckled as she shed all of her clothing. Her breasts were full, her nipples erect. It was humiliating for Miriam to see her naked like that, especially since the bitch could see her own nudity, could see how aroused and frightened she was.

“Oh don’t look so shocked. You think I didn’t know? You think I couldn’t find out? You want it this way and you know it.”

“Kira, don’t do this to me! I never hurt you! What did I ever do to you?”

“Oh you’ve done plenty, bitch… starting with trying to get rid of me. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t learn the steps you took to get me out of your life?”

Miriam panted for breath as she tugged on her wrists. The cuffs were so tight they hurt. She tried pulling her wrists through, but they were just too tightly manacled.

“Don’t try to get away, missy. You want this just as much as I do. Hell, you said as much to Dr. Timmins.”

“You had no right to break in and look at my files.”

“I had every right!” and she slapped her face hard. Then she stepped back and smiled, looking her up and down. Miriam felt shamed the way the woman’s eyes lingered lustfully over her trembling, naked body.

“I can see why you find this appealing, missy. Your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet. Find this arousing, do you?”

“Kira, don’t do this! Get me down from here! Can’t we… can’t we work something out?”

“Work something out? I saw the way you were looking at the noose when Timmins first brought you out here. I saw the look in your eyes. You wanted me up on that stool in your place, right? You wanted me dead and you know it!”

“No! Kira, it’s not like that at all!”

“Instead, it’s the other way around, missy. I want you up on that stool. I’m the one who wants you dead. And you certainly seem to be looking forward to it.”

“No. That’s not true!”

“It is true, you stupid bitch!” Then Kira stepped forward and began fingering the noosed woman’s wet crotch.

Miriam writhed and moaned as tears of shame came to her eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. That’s what you told the doc. You told him you once thought you could be rid of me this way. But he figured out it’s just another of your fetishes.”

“I tried to get away from you! I had to do it!”

“You tried to kill me, bitch! I’m just returning the favor. And now Timmins has set everything up perfectly.”

Miriam looked at her in shock and horror. Then she started shaking her head. Was it possible Kira and the good doctor had conspired to set her up like this??

“You are so naive, bitch. You’re just a fucking cunt who likes to swing in the noose. Now I’m going to give you your heart’s desire. All you have to do is step off and kick your life away. Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

Miriam looked at the sadism in the bitch’s expression. Then she started to step off. Maybe it would be better this way. At least she would be rid of her once and for all.

At the last second she started to lose her balance. Then she pulled her foot back. She glared defiantly at the bitch as she gathered up her courage.

“No. You want me to. So I’m not going to do it!”

“Getting a backbone, are you? I don’t fucking care. If you won’t do it then I will.”

She reached down and started to pull the stool away. Miriam let out a frightened squawk as she tried to maintain her footing. “What’s the matter, missy? I though you wanted to hang!”

Miriam’s thoughts were all jumbled up; she was so confused. She couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. That’s when it occurred to her this might not be real, that it couldn’t be real.

Kira smirked at her as she read her mind. “Don’t think this is real, eh? You actually don’t think this is real? Allow me to introduce you to reality.” Then she grabbed the stool and pulled it away before stepping back.

Miriam gawked as she hit the end of the rope. Her heels fluttered for the stool that was well out of reach. Her head tipped away from the knot next to her left ear.

“Not real? Does that feel fake to you, bitch?” Then Kira laughed cruelly.

Miriam kicked her legs outward, swinging back and forth. It hurt like hell; it actually hurt like hell! She could feel a painful orgasm swelling within her.

“Kick, bitch!” Kira demanded as she stepped up and punched her in the stomach. Then she stepped back and laughed as Miriam exploded in a sea of pain. The woman swung back and forth as she fought to free her wrists behind her back, violently jerking on them as she swung in ever widening arcs.

“Dance, bitch; DANCE!” Then Kira began masturbating. Miriam kicked and swung, rasping and gurgling like crazy.

Her labia flared as her clit became red and swollen. Her thighs rubbed together until she felt the explosion of pain and pleasure from within. Her pussy squirted as she fought to breathe.

Kira laughed maniacally as she furiously fingered herself until she too experienced a climax that was just as deep and profound. She watched Miriam kick and struggle until she began to settle down. Then she hung limp and lifeless.

“Is that it, missy? Is that all you got in there? I don’t fucking think so. Now DANCE!” And with that she punched her in the stomach again.

Miriam gawked as her legs flew all over the place again. Then once more she was dancing and jerking and fighting against the cuffs to her wrists. She swung wildly as it flared up inside her, shaming her to think she was going to cum again in front of this sadistic bitch.

Kira laughed as she fingered herself all over again. Then they were both cumming together, Miriam thrusting her hips outward as Kira collapsed onto the floor in a delirium. The rope creaked from Miriam’s weight as her naked body dripped sweat and her fluids.

She settled back down in the noose until she could hardly breathe at all. Kira rose up and walked up to her. Then she cruelly fingered her.

“You like that, bitch? I can feel you clenching. You must love it don’t you. Well don’t let me stop you. We’ve got all fucking day. Hell, we’ve got all the time in the world!”

She thrust her fingers hard up Miriam’s cunt. Then she punched her in the stomach again. Miriam responded by kicking wildly, her body swinging back and forth as the noose strangled the life out of her all over again

Her mind screamed in agony as she swung back and forth. Kira’s laughter hung maniacally in the air. Then she was cumming again, cumming and squirting and pissing herself while thrusting shamefully with her hips as the bitch lay on the floor laughing like crazy while fingering her cunt in sadistic pleasure…………

—

“Doctor Timmins? What’s wrong? Why isn’t she coming out of it?”

“I don’t know, Edna. Damnit, I don’t know.” Then he frantically punched a few controls to the machine.

On the other side of the glass Miriam lay unconscious on a hospital bed, a sheet over her nude body with electrodes all over her head as well as a couple monitoring her heartrate. Every now and then she appeared to jerk at some sort of painful stimuli. Her left arm was under the sheet, her hand in or near her crotch as though she might be touching herself.

The doctor started at his controls in frustration. Then he looked at the monitor once more. Kira was getting up off the floor and punching Miriam in the stomach again, setting her to swinging and fighting the noose all over again.

“I can’t get her out of there. I can’t get either one of them out of there enough to wake her up. The brain activity is off the charts, so it should be working. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“Doctor, is she in trouble?”

“Her vitals are elevated, but she’s in no immediate danger of cardiac arrest. I just can’t seem to break her out of her coma. I don’t know if the Kira personality is determined to stay there with her until the Miriam personality is dead. But if she does that, it’ll kill the both of them.”

“Can’t we… stop it somehow?”

“I don’t know how we can, Edna. Miriam is so strong that she keeps going through the hanging phase again and again as though… as though she wants… hell, I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe Miriam wants to hang. Maybe Kira wants to torture her. Hell, maybe they both want this.”

“Doctor, you’ve been at this for hours. You need to take a break. Go get something to eat. Maybe a different approach will come to you by stepping away from it for a while. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on her.”

He nodded wearily. Then he got up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was the worst case he had ever seen… and putting her into the coma like that was not working at all.

Edna watched the monitor as Miriam went through another painful hanging cycle. She could actually tell when the woman was cumming in the noose. Her split personality Kira was cumming at almost the same moment.

Damn! She couldn’t help reaching under her lab coat and rubbing her crotch as she gasped for breath. One hand came up to grope a breast, only to confirm her nipples had gotten hard. If only she wasn’t so shamefully aroused at witnessing the kinky brain activity being vividly displayed on the monitor…

2018 (written May 11 ’18 by riwa)

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Lust has no pride 4.5 (17)

Posted on July 30, 2018 by riwa

Note: a bonus hot story to send out a hot month on a hot note, just to say “Thank you” for stopping by.

I had no idea I was going to be alone when I pulled into the motel. Maybe that’s because I had just broken up with my boyfriend less than 24 hours ago. Since it was a trip we had planned on taking anyway, I decided to go by myself in order to grieve over a broken relationship.

While I was on the road I spent a lot of time thinking about Tony and how much I was going to miss his cock. He was a great fuck, and we had a lot of fun together. Now I wasn’t going to have any dick to play with.

I was depressed and horny by the time I arrived at my destination. I didn’t want to go around feeling sorry for myself while I was on this trip. That’s when it occurred to me I could kill two birds with one stone.

After checking in I wasted no time changing into my bikini. Then it occurred to me I didn’t even plan on using it where I was going. But wearing it made me feel sexy… and at that moment I really needed to feel sexy after my breakup.

I went down to the pool and headed right for the private Jacuzzi room. The jets were on, indicating someone must have just gotten out of it. I smiled to myself, thinking it was too bad they weren’t still here as they were going to miss one hell of a show.

I took my bikini right off before wading into the water. I didn’t even get it wet. It just laid there unattended next to the edge of the spa.

I fingered myself as I groped and massaged my tits. I was here to give myself some pleasure in order to feel better. Orgasming always had a positive effect on me.

As I sat there touching myself I caught myself staring at one of the jets. That’s when I got this great idea. I turned and faced the nearest one, centering the flushing bubbles right up against my crotch.

I began humping the jetting water as the flow worked my swelling nub. It felt pretty good letting the water do all the work. Since I’d already arrived “preheated” I figured this was going to be a good way to set me off.

I felt a strong flush of arousal flow through me as I whimpered softly. I moaned as I started talking to myself… “Oh fuck… oh shit… gawd, that feels good!” The jets were hitting me just right.

I could feel it building within me; my orgasm was fast approaching. I grabbed my tits as I excitedly fingered myself. I gasped with pleasure as I moaned, “Yes… gawd yes… I wish you were here to fuck me, baby… fuck yeah!”

I felt it start to swell inside me, and I fingered myself harder. I was ready to release all my pent-up frustrations. I gave in to it as it swelled within me until I was shuddering with pleasure.

I knelt there panting for breath. Fuck, that felt good! Now the sting of my breakup with Tony didn’t feel quite so bad.

Something made me turn around. That’s when I saw him sitting there watching me. He must have been sitting there for a while.

He looked handsome as hell, and he had this huge smile on his face. The bulge in that tight black suit of his was a dead giveaway. Obviously he’d witnessed my getting off using the bubbling jets.

I was still horny. The jets had been a nice appetizer. But now the main course was sitting right there looking at me.

He never said a word as he sat there. Knowing he’d seen me cum was such an incredible turn-on. I gave him a coy smile as I lifted my hand, using my finger to entice him to join me in the water.

He didn’t need any further encouragement as he climbed into the spa with me. I leaned back against the metal ladder as he sat there looking at me. I was overcome with lust as I started groping my boobs right in front of him, causing him to smile at me.

I sank a little lower into the water. Then I wriggled my tits back and forth at him. He seemed to love that, and it made me giggle like a fucking schoolgirl. Gawd; I was hot for him!

I figured he needed just a little more encouragement. So I knelt in the water right in front of him. Then I reached around, grabbed his hands and pulled them onto my breasts.

He certainly was a quick study. It wasn’t long before I turned to kiss him as I kept his hand firmly pressed against my boob. I nearly melted right there in the water when our lips came together.

I was getting horny again; gawd, I wanted his cock! So I went right after it. I slowly submerged in the water, pulling his suit down until it sprang free from its confinement.

Gawd, what a lovely piece of meat! It was fucking gorgeous! I took him into my mouth underwater, eager to taste his meaty pole between my lips.

I stayed submerged as he sat back on the ledge. I felt his hand on my head, gently guiding me to keep sucking. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t think straight.

Now I’m a really good breath-holder. I loved doing this to Tony whenever we found ourselves in a pool or hot tub. But thoughts of my former boyfriend were far away as I enjoyed the fresh cock submerged right in front of me.

I stayed down for the longest time. I think I captivated him with my breath-holding skills. I just wanted to keep his cock between my lips underwater for as long as possible.

I finally came up gasping for breath. He gave me this huge smile, indicating just how much he liked it. I could tell he was impressed with my underwater oral skills.

I never said a word as I crawled into his lap. I slowly impaled myself on his erect shaft, pressing my boobs into his chest. I had to have him inside me, and I panted heavily as he smiled lustfully at me.

I wanted him to fuck me underwater the way Tony used to. So I slowly went over backwards. One deep breath later I was under the surface holding my breath.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my hips. Then he started thrusting in and out of me. It felt so fucking awesome!

I groaned as he fucked me while I held my breath underwater. It felt absolutely incredible! I held onto his hands as though afraid he might suddenly vanish into thin air from some damned dream.

I arched my back, showing off my breasts to him as he fucked me. He kept thrusting as I grunted up bubbles. Gawd, I loved the way he was giving it to me!

I finally had to come up for air, even though I didn’t want to. Holding my breath was really adding to how good it felt. I looked at him and took a really deep breath. Then I submerged again.

This time he grabbed onto my lower legs. He held them up out of the water as he fucked me harder. I groaned and bubbled, groping my boobs as I fingered myself. Gawd; it was just what I needed!

It was incredible the way he fucked me with those jets bubbling all around us. I was on fire with such an arousal like you wouldn’t believe! His cock really filled me, but I couldn’t get enough as I continued groping my boobs while fingering myself.

My cheeks began to bulge; I was starting to lose my breath. But I was so fucking close. I wanted to cum underwater as he was fucking me while making me hold my breath.

My lungs strained; I was so damned close. I pushed it just as hard as I could, wanting to stay down and experience it underwater. One hard thrust on his part sent me right over the edge.

I released my breath as I shuddered hard in orgasm. It felt even better than when I’d cum using the jets. It felt wonderful cumming underwater with his cock inside me.

He let me up, and I came up panting like crazy. I felt delicious aftershocks as he caressed my boobs. My nipples were so fucking hard. I was glad he got to see how turned on I was.

I got behind him, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him deeply. At the same time I wrapped my legs around him. I had a special “thank you” I wanted to give him.

I took him down underwater with me as I started using my feet to work his cock. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him deeply. He held onto my legs to hold me in place as I gave him an underwater foot-job.

He proved to be better at holding his breath than I first gave him credit for. And he sure as hell loved the way I was working his dick with my feet. We both released bubbles as we held our breath while I kept rubbing his cock with my tootsies.

He didn’t act like he needed up, so I kept kissing him as I held onto him. And I kept using my feet on his cock. Gawd; that was so fucking hot!

He couldn’t hold his breath as long as me, so I let him back up. I came up gasping before giving him another kiss. Then I filled my lungs again.

Once more I went down to hold my breath while using my feet to get him off. I heard him moan up at the surface. He grabbed my feet and used them to rub against his cock. It was erotic as hell.

As it turned out, I was lying flat on my stomach while he used my feet. I groped my boobs, moaning up bubbles as he fucked my toes. It felt so fucking wonderful holding my breath down there while getting him off!

I think he loved the way I could hold my breath. He wasn’t about to let me up, and I wasn’t interested in getting another breath just yet. I was so turned on knowing how much he was enjoying fucking my feet while I was being forced to breath-hold.

I groped my boobs as I stayed down for as long as I could. I think it was a turn-on for him, wondering how long I could hold my breath. I wondered if the idea of him drowning me while getting off was going through his mind. I know it certainly got me all hot and bothered.

I heard him gasp for breath as he submerged to join me. So he liked being underwater too, eh? I decided to see if I could make him cum while he was holding his breath.

I helped him lie flat on his back. Then I used my feet as I bent over and sucked him with my mouth. I’m really proud of how limber I am.

You should have seen the look in his eyes. He groaned as he thrust up into my mouth. It must have been heaven feeling my feet around his shaft as I took the tip of his cock between my lips.

We were both holding our breath. But this time I was determined not to cum up until I got him off. I was going to force him to stay down for as long as it took.

He started thrusting harder into my mouth, grunting up bubbles. I sucked him aggressively as I rubbed the base of his cock with my feet. A moment later he lost a big mouthful of bubbles. Then I got a big mouthful of cum which I couldn’t contain.

We both came up panting wildly for breath. Then I kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste some of his cream on my lips. It was then we finally spoke to each other by introducing ourselves.

My stomach suddenly growled. I smiled sheepishly as I realized how hungry I’d become. When he invited me out to dinner, I happily accepted.

Tony who…?

© 2017 (written Aug 5 ’17 by riwa. Vicaps are from a JustPaul clip and are used with his permission.)

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Training a noose-whore 4.4 (28)

Posted on July 30, 2018 by riwa

It all started quite by accident. I encountered her on a lonely road 20 miles from my home. She’d run into car trouble and the battery had died on her cell phone.

I didn’t have a cell phone on me. But I offered to take her back to my place so she could call for a tow. She thanked me and got into the passenger seat.

She was about 5’6” and 130 pounds with blue-green eyes, short brown hair and a slender figure. She was wearing a light grey skirt, a white blouse and black, low heeled shoes.

Her breasts were modest, yet attractive. She had rich, full lips that looked like they were made for sucking. Almost immediately I imagined what she would look like downstairs in my special room

I got her home and offered her some juice from my fridge. She was appreciative and said she would accept. So I added a few of my special drops before giving it to her.

She said her name was Miriam and she was traveling to meet some friends. She said she must have taken a wrong turn and gotten lost before her car broke down on her. She was about to ask for my phone to call for a tow when she got sleepy.

I told her she could nap right there on my couch if she was tired. Then she dozed off. She never did place that call for a tow truck.

I carried her to a back bedroom where I secured her ankles together with some rope. I tied her arms behind her to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere. Then I left her there to sleep it off as I went down to the basement to make my preparations.

An hour later she started hollering for help. I went up and saw she had fully awakened. She wanted to know why I had tied her up.

I told her I was a pervert and that I had plans for her. That really freaked her out, and she started screaming for help. We were miles from my nearest neighbors, but I didn’t want to listen to that shrieking all day long. So I gagged her with a scarf.

I told her I was making preparations and for her to get ready. She whimpered as I left her there to finish what I was working on downstairs. When I was done I removed my shirt, put on my black hood and then went back up to fetch her.

Her eyes went wide when she saw me bare chested while wearing a hood. She whimpered and shook her head as I picked her up. Then I carried her over my shoulder down the stairs as she grunted the whole time.

I took her into the room I had prepared. Inside was a small stage where I’d built a gallows. A thick, rough hemp noose dangled right there in plain sight.

Her eyes flew open in horror, and she started shaking her head, screaming her lungs out as I carried her over to it. I stood her up and forced the noose around her neck. Then I snugged it up.

Her eyes were wide in terror as I pulled the slack out of the rope. I gave her a little bit of tension, her body lifted up just enough so she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet in her shoes. Then I left her there for fifteen minutes as I went back upstairs to get myself a drink.

When I came back down I caught her sniffling and whimpering. I removed the noose from around her neck, carried her into the next room, removed her shoes, and then put her down on the mattress on the floor.

I went back upstairs, leaving her there for the next 45 minutes. When I came back down it looked like she’d been sobbing. I was still wearing my hood and jeans.

I just smiled as I picked her up and carried her back to the gallows. She started crying out again as I noosed her back up. This time I stood there and watched as she swayed in place on her feet with her ankles still tied off.

She jerked her bound arms behind her back as she whimpered pitifully, her breath rasping around that scarf in her mouth. My cock grew hard in my jeans as I watched her. At one point she looked down at my crotch where I’m certain she saw my bulge.

After fifteen minutes I freed her from the noose and took her back to the room with the mattress on the floor. I left her there for another 45 minutes. Then I returned.

I checked her arms and ankles to make sure I had not cut off the flow of blood. Then I carried her back to the gallows. Once more I noosed her up and took out all the slack so she was experiencing a certain tightness around her throat.

I got a pair of scissors as she whimpered through her gag. I carefully removed her blouse, cutting around her arms while leaving everything else intact. Then I stood there watching her for the remaining fifteen minutes before freeing her from the noose and carrying her back to her room.

I had left her on the mattress again and was about to leave when she said something through her gag. I asked her if she was going to scream anymore. She shook her head no. So I removed the gag before leaving her all alone. I was surprised she remained true to her word. But maybe she figured crying out wasn’t going to do her any good.

45 minutes later I came back down. I picked her up and carried her back to the gallows. “Wh-why are you doing this?” she stammered.

“Because I’m a pervert and I’m training you to become a noose-whore.”

“You mean you’re going to h-hang me??” I just nodded my head.

“NO! You CAN’T!”

In response I noosed her back up, snugging the rope tight around her throat. Then I pulled her up onto the balls of her feet again so she could not rock back onto her heels without some discomfort. Her eyes reflected the fear she was experiencing.

She stood there panting for breath as I admired her, my cock hardening in my jeans again. She tried to rasp for breath, and I thought I heard her gasp, “You PERVERT! You BASTARD!”

“Shall I go fetch the gag?” She winced as tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head, indicating she didn’t want the scarf back in her mouth.

This time I used the scissors to remove her skirt. That left her in a tan bra and panties. I smiled appreciatively before I freed her 15 minutes later and took her back to her mattress.

The next time I brought her out I removed her bra, revealing nipples that had hardened a little. She whimpered, but she did not cry out much, especially when I took a bit more slack out of the rope. Now she was stretching upward on her feet a little more, making her rasp as she tried to take breath after breath.

15 minutes later I returned her to her mattress. Again she asked why I was doing this. I told her I was training her to accept the rope and to become a noose-whore. She fought back a sob as she sniffled in reply.

The next time I took her out and noosed her up, she lost her panties courtesy of my scissors. She had a little bit of a landing strip that looked quite sexy. She whimpered as she clenched shamefully.

I gave her breasts a gentle caress. Her nipples hardened right up. Then I backed away, admiring her beauty as she wriggled while standing there on the balls of her feet.

I gave her the usual 15 minute session feeling the rope around her neck before I took her down and hauled her back to the mattress. She sniffled again as she looked at me. “You’re really going to hang me, aren’t you.”

“Yes I am.” And with that I left her again.

When I returned 45 minutes later I saw her lying on the mattress looking dispirited. I retied the ropes to her arms as they were leaving a mark. I also removed the ropes from around her ankles, this time securing her upper legs. It would allow her a little more movement, although her expression told me she probably wasn’t going to try to go anywhere.

Even though she took little steps, I still had to help her walk to the gallows. I noosed her up and snugged the rope tight. That’s when she looked down and saw my erection had returned in my jeans, this time with a little stain from my precum.

I brushed my hand over her breasts, helping her nipples harden right up. Then I put my hand down in her crotch. I felt a dampness as she clenched instinctively around my hand.

“Someone is certainly getting excited at the prospect of dancing for me while naked and bound. Would you like a little taste of what it’s going to feel like to hang?”

“No! Please don’t hang me!” But she still clenched around my hand in her crotch as though she couldn’t help herself.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled. And with that I pulled on the rope.

Her feet fluttered as panic filled her features. She rasped as she tried to kick and struggle. Her face reflected the horror of feeling her weight in the noose.

After ten seconds I let her back down. She rasped for breath as I fingered her. She shook her head, her face red with shame as her cunt clenched around my wiggling digits. But I quickly removed them before she could cum.

I left her standing there on the balls of her feet for the remaining 15 minutes as my cock bulged in my jeans. She looked at my crotch several times. It made me wonder what she was thinking before I removed the noose and took her back to her room and left her there.

45 minutes later I returned to take her back to the gallows. Once more she panted for breath, her eyes wide with fright. This time I didn’t have to brush my hand over her breasts. Her nipples had already hardened right up with anticipation.

I reached down and fingered her. She moaned as she clenched around my wriggling digits. But I grabbed the rope and pulled her up off her feet before she could cum.

She rasped as she kicked and twisted a little. Amazingly she humped in my direction. I gave her a 15 second ride before taking her down, again leaving her partially strangled on the balls of her feet.

Tears filled her eyes as she whimpered again. I fingered her once more, causing her to writhe and clench. Then I stepped back to admire her, my cock hard and throbbing in my jeans. If anything, the stain had grown in size.

When her fifteen minutes were up I took her back to the mattress on the floor. I was turning to go when she called out, “Wait!” Then she nodded at my bulge before quietly murmuring, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Why? You don’t have to.”

She lowered hear head shamefully. Then she whispered, “I want to.”

Was this her way of trying to get out of her hanging? It made me wonder, although she never said she would suck me in exchange for her freedom. She just got onto her knees on the mattress as I walked up to her.

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. That’s when she moved forward and took me all the way into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her head as she suctioned my dick.

She surprised me with how into it she was. I gasped and moaned over how good it felt. That only seemed to inspire her to suck my cock even harder.

I badly needed a release, and I think she knew it. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls swell. So I murmured a warning… “Gawd, you’re going to make me cum.”

Instead of pulling back, she sucked harder. She moaned and groaned as though she was fully into it. “I’m cumming!” I cried out. But she just sucked harder until I shot a load into her mouth.

She swallowed most of it, although some dribbled out onto her lips. She finished cleaning me off before licking her lips. I thanked her, and to my surprise she nodded as she gave me the faintest hint of a smile. Maybe she hoped I wouldn’t hang her now that she’d given me a blowjob. Or maybe it was something else.

45 minutes later I came down for her again. She willingly got onto her knees before I helped her all the way up to her feet. Then I slowly walked her out to the gallows.

I noosed her up and then lifted her up onto her toes. Her nipples hardened immediately, and I saw her pussy glisten. But this time I had a surprise for her.

I had a vibrating wand in my pocket which I pulled out and activated. Then I held it against her swollen nub. She writhed and moaned as she humped against it.

I watched until it looked like she was getting close to cumming. Then I grabbed the rope and lifted her up into the air. Her eyes flew open and she gawked as her legs started to pedal a little.

She was up for ten… fifteen… twenty… twenty-five seconds. She was just starting to hump when I let her back down. That’s when she looked at me with an agonized expression.

“Please,” she rasped as I got her back down onto the balls of her feet.

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.”

“Only if you’re hanging in midair.”

She gave me another pained look. Then she shamefully lowered her head as she nodded. I looked at her skeptically.

“Are you sure?” She just nodded her head again.

“It means you’ll be hanging. Do you still want to cum?” She nodded once more. That’s when I felt a surge of erotic excitement ripple through me as my cock got hard again.

I pulled on the rope, hefting her back into the air. Then I held the vibrating wand up against her swollen clit. She kicked a little as she tried to hump the wand in my hand. Then her eyes rolled as she squirted.

I let her back down so she could catch her breath. I left her on the balls of her feet for the remaining 15 minutes. Then I took her back to her mattress.

She motioned at the bulge in my pants and licked her lips. I told her, “Next time.” She nodded in understanding.

After 45 minutes I came down for her next shift. This time I removed the ropes from around her upper thighs. She thanked me in a quiet voice.

I led her back to the gallows, her nipples already hardening. When I got her all noosed up she was dripping between her legs from her arousal. I fingered her pussy until I really had her writhing. Then I took her up into the air.

She gawked and gurgled, really kicking her legs now that they were free. She went about a minute before I came up to her and fingered her. That’s when she gawked as she shuddered hard in orgasm, her fluids coating my hand.

I let her back down and she rasped for breath, getting a little more air now that the noose wasn’t so tight. I caressed her all over, fondling her boobs and fingering her cunt. She moaned and whimpered as she writhed in place.

“Please,” she finally rasped. “Let me see it.”

“Let you see what?”

“Your cock. Let me see your cock. Take your jeans off.”

My dick twitched uncomfortably in its confinement as I slowly pulled my jeans down before freeing my erection from my briefs. She looked at it and licked her lips. Then she rasped, “May I… suck it?”

“It’ll cost you,” I warned her. “You’ll have to hang longer if you do. Are you sure you want to?”

She looked at me and lowered her head. Even though her face was red from her restricted breathing I could tell she was blushing. Then she nodded her head.

I gave her slack so she could lower herself down onto her knees. Then she started sucking me again. It was strange, because if anything she seemed even more eager to get me off than the last time.

I let her get me good and hard before I pulled out of her mouth. I told her, “Noose-whores wear the cum of their executioner on their face.” Then I let fly.

She blushed deeply as I splattered her face with my cream. When I was done I made her lick my cock clean. Then I hauled her up into the air.

She rasped and gurgled as her legs started to fly. I asked, “Does my noose-whore want another orgasm?” She nodded her head as she somehow found a way to stop kicking.

I brought the wand against her nub and turned it on full. Her eyes rolled as she started to hump. Then she was cumming and squirting in orgasm.

I waited until she settled down and hung limp. Then I took her down. My cock had started to stiffen again.

I took her back to her mattress and left her there. Then I headed upstairs. That last I heard she was sobbing quietly to herself.

45 minutes later I came back down to hang her once more. That last session in the noose had lasted longer than fifteen minutes. But I gave her the same amount of rest time to catch her breath.

We had just reached the gallows when she deliberately knelt right in front of me. Since I’d remained naked she immediately took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. She moaned and quivered the moment I looped the noose around her throat.

I pulled her to her feet and took out all the tension. She shuffled around on the balls of her feet. Then I applied the wand to her swollen nub.

“Don’t you dare cum!” I warned her. “Noose-whores only cum when they’re hanging. If you want another orgasm you’re going to have to beg me to hang you.”

She gave me a pained expression as she whimpered. She writhed against the wand, humping as I held it against her. Then I pulled it back a little, causing her to try humping for it.

“Hang me,” she finally rasped quietly.

“What did you say?” Had I succeeded in breaking her? Had I really created a noose-whore?

“Hang me!” And with that I pulled her up into the air. I heard her rasp “Wnnnnnna cmmmmm!” So I held the wand up against her crotch.

She humped it until she went crazy writhing and fucking the damned thing. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard in orgasm, drenching the wand with her fluids. Then I let her back down.

She rasped and panted for breath as I left her balanced on the balls of her feet again. I began fingering her until she clenched around my wriggling digits. She saw how hard my cock had become as she groaned and squirmed.

She started thrusting against my hand as I fingered her. Then I pulled my hand away. I taunted her by asking, “Does my noose-whore want to cum again?”

She nodded, her eyes almost pleading to be granted another one. I slapped her face hard. Then I snarled, “Fucking noose-whore! Do it yourself!” Then I hauled her up into the air.

She glurked as she became airborne. Her legs started to kick until I noticed she was trying to rub her inner thighs together. Then she shuddered hard as she squirted again.

I saw the results of her climax as she gently swung back and forth. I moved closer, groping and fondling her boobs. That’s when she used her legs to try to climb me.

She gurgled as her cunt found my cock. She deliberately impaled herself on my throbbing shaft. Then she started riding me while rasping for breath as though trying to get me off.

She wheezed and shuddered, her pussy clenching wonderfully around my manhood. It felt so good that I couldn’t hold back. I let out a cry as I thrust up into her cunt, filling her with my cream in blessed release.

She shuddered again as though she was experiencing another climax. Then I pulled out and stepped back to enjoy watching her gently swing back and forth. I finally took her all the way down from the noose before carrying her back to her room and gently laying her down on the mattress.

I gave her over an hour before I went back down. She looked at me and immediately got on her knees as though preparing to give me a blowjob. I just pulled her to her feet. She was still wearing my cream on her face from before.

I took her out to the noose and made her face it. “You’re a true noose-whore,” I told her. “Nothing more can I teach you. It’s time for you to hang.”

She went pale as she looked at me. I saw her start to tremble, and I wondered if I was going to have a problem with her. Instead she slowly lowered herself onto her knees.

She whimpered as she took my cock between her lips and started sucking. I could hear her moan and whimper with fright. But she did it as though she wanted to do a good job, especially if it meant it was going to be her last time sucking me.

I felt the excitement build, so I stopped her. I told her, “You have two choices. You can either take my last load in your mouth. Or I can butt-fuck you and fill your ass with my seed as you die. I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

She stopped sucking as she gasped in alarm. Then she slowly rose to her feet. She was trembling when I asked her, “So your choice is to feel my cum up your ass as you die?”

She bowed her head and nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. I groped and fondled her as I kissed her deeply. “You’re a great noose-whore,” I murmured into her ear. “Therefore I grant your last request to feel my cum up your ass as you die.”

She nodded again as I grabbed the noose and looped it around her neck. She inhaled sharply as I snugged it tight. “Remember,” I told her. “No cumming until you’re hanging. In fact…”

I took the wand and cruelly held it to her swollen nub. She was dripping like crazy, her nipples hard as pencil erasers. Then I told her she was going to have to tell me to hang her if she wanted to cum again.”

She opened her eyes in alarm, realizing I had just condemned her to request permission for me to hang her to death. She writhed and squirmed as though fighting the wand. But I held it right there on her swollen clit.

She rasped and grunted, writhing and wincing in agony. She bit her lower lip a couple of times as I cruelly vibed her. Then I finally heard her gasp, “Hang me.”

“What’s that, you say?”

“Hang me. Please.” She was really writhing now.

“I can’t understand you, noose-whore. Speak up!”

“Hang me, damn you!”

“Hang, you fucking whore!” And with that I hauled her up off her feet and tied off the rope.

Her eyes flew open at the agony she experienced. At the same time she began humping in my direction. I grabbed my cock and stroked it while pointing it at her.

She humped harder as though she was trying to fuck me in midair. She rasped and gurgled as she fought the noose. I saw her face turn an incredible shade of red.

She finally let out a loud “GAWK” as she thrust her hips forward. She sprayed her orgasm all over the floor as she jerked and humped. I stroked harder as I watched her lewd dance of death.

The pain in her chest got worst as she fought even harder. She went into her third minute, humping and fighting. It looked like she was going to cum again.

“Dance for me, whore! Dance like you mean it! Dance like the fucking slut you are!”

Her hips thrust forward again as she squirted once more. It seemed to take everything she had. Then she hung limp, her naked body gently swaying back and forth as cum dripped out of her twat.

“I’ll let you feel it before you die,” I told her as I walked behind her. Then I rammed my cock hard up her ass. She jerked and gurgled, so I know she must have felt it.

I reached around to grope and fondle her boobs as I butt-fucked her. Her legs fluttered as her arms tried to jerk behind her back. Then I reached down and fingered her dripping slit.

Her cunt and ass clenched wonderfully as I thrust hard up her butt. She became less animated until I could barely feel her clenching at all. Then she hung limp, her ass fully impaled on my dick.

I pulled down on her body to hasten her departure, strangling her even more. Her muscles twitched as she jerked a little until her bladder released. Then I was pumping my hot seed up her slutty ass.

I stayed inside her for as long as I could until I softened and plopped out. I came around front and looked at her. Her nipples were still hard, her pussy dripping. I thought I saw the faintest hint of a smile in her expression, but that was probably just my imagination. Incredibly, I had truly learned it was possible to train a woman to be a noose-whore…

2018 (written Apr 16 ’18 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on July 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming August rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates. There’s some sort of contest about to take place in the dolphin tank.
More of Jaime and her husband. What’s going to happen now that the fundraiser is over?
Wicked Wanda is going to put on a performance for the show Famous at the End
Farrah wants to do an unusual drowning for Famous at the End
Rusty gets chased down in New Mexico and gets hanged in private.
Sadie can’t orgasm without the blade
Several friends fly to Santamos Island to play a risky game that will result in a few deaths

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Shelly 17 (plus bonus) (7-6-18)

11965 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older stories recently edited.

Shelly 17 – Shelly is now on the receiving end of everything she dished out to me earlier that evening. Will I give in and give her the one thing she keeps insisting on? (13 pages)

Kelly’s passion 2 – Kelly thinks she’s put her past behind her. Then she meets Kaley who would love to replicate her erotic swim with Riley for that movie they were in. Can Kelly keep her passions in check? Or will another opportunity present itself? (11 pages)

Scuba Combo V (7-6-18) (reactivated 7-6-18)

10501 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older scuba stories reactivated.

Adel’s last scuba dive – Adel heads out to get in a much-desired dive. Everything is going well until she cuts her leg while getting off inside a rock formation. That’s when she starts attracting the predators as she runs low on air. (7 pages)

Scuba in the deep pool – Kim’s sisters are practicing scuba in their deep pool for an upcoming trip to the Caribbean. Mom urges Kim to go down and show them a thing or two as another sister goes down to record the event. There’s regulator sharing, breath-holding and a competitive spirit between the sisters. But then things take an erotically sinister turn as the sisters turn on Kim. (15 pages)

Eulah (plus bonus) (7-16-18)

11423 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” comes a trio of new stories inspired by JustPaul renders.

Eulah – A trip to Bora Bora introduces me to a mysterious, exotic beauty named Eulah. What follows are a series of erotic underwater encounters. (22 pages; 13 renders)

Eliminating the poacher – Inspired by an older clip comes the short story of two roommates. Unfortunately one goes from sharing to poaching boyfriends, causing the other to exact her revenge in a dive pool. (6 pages; 9 vidcaps)

The mermaid – The story of a woman who encounters a statue in the depths. Her encounter with it leads to some physical changes as well as the discovery of another world that both excites and frightens her, resulting in a shocking conclusion. (5 pages)

Island 1-2 (plus Club bonus) (7-27-18)

13462 words – $6.00

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

Island 1-2 – This is a story about females in prison on death-row who are transferred to an island where they will undergo a series of competitions that will eliminate them one by one. In the first two chapters they are transferred by bus until one of them puts up a fuss. (14 pages)

Jaime 1-2 – This is a long Club story about a woman who learns her husband has interests in the Club and the events that take place there. What is he thinking? What does he want to do with her there? (12 pages)

Included is an unadvertised bonus “dry” short of 3 pages/1294 words.

Psycho Lifeguard 2 (7-27-18) (reactivated 7-27-18)

9839 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to a story inspired by a JustPaul idea. Cover by JustPaul.

Late one night Patricia and Jeremy decide to sneak in a swim at the pool where Patricia works. The problem is: they are both seeing Janice who is the head lifeguard at the pool and who is also using each one for her own sexual thrills. They both want to break up with her and be with each other instead. But Janice is one psycho bitch, an extremely difficult person to try to break up with.

Now she has caught them both, entrapping Patricia down against the drain while Jeremy is cuffed to the pool ladder. How far will her revenge take her… and will any of them survive the evening?

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The Mack Avenue Madame 4.2 (10)

Posted on July 24, 2018 by riwa

I’m not sure how I survived my visit to the Snuff club. I took so many cocks that it’s a wonder my pregnancy sensor didn’t go off. I left there a happy, cum-filled slut.

I don’t know why, but I chose to leave the pregnancy sensor in my navel. The Club said I could wear it home if I wanted. But they told me they would not come after me to execute me if it tripped anytime I was taking a cock.

My experience in America had left me mostly fulfilled. But there was still one thing missing for me. I had this desire to take some black cock before going back home.

Friends on the Internet had told me about a street in Detroit where I could find all the black cock I wanted. There were some derelict buildings where I could act out my fantasies if I was so inclined. The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. And since I was still in America I figured I should give it a go.

I went to the airport and caught a flight to Detroit, Michigan. When I arrived I flagged down a taxi. The first good looking black man I saw when I walked out of the terminal was the driver who appeared to be everything I wanted for my experience while I was in town.

He gave me a curious look as I climbed into the rear of his cab in my skirt, blouse and heels. My cleavage was hanging out for him to see as he looked back at me in the rear view mirror. The idea he might be lusting after me made me wet as hell.

“Where too, miss?”

“I’m looking for a derelict building on Mack Avenue.”

“Mack Avenue?? What the fuck did you lose in a derelict building on Mack Avenue?”

“This might sound crazy, love. But I’m hoping to give myself to some black cock while I’m in town. I like the idea of shagging in some derelict building on some ratty mattress with black cocks all around me. Call me crazy.”

“Oh you’re crazy all right, miss. Are you sure you don’t want to turn around and fly back to Britain?” My accent had clearly given away my home country.

“No, love. I’d like to try this just once before I fly back home. Mack Avenue, if you please.”

“Suit yourself, miss. It’s your funeral, especially in that outfit you’re wearing.” And with that we drove away from the airport. The way he phrased it like that made me quiver from an insane arousal.

“Got anyone in mind?” he asked as he took me through Detroit. “Is there someone here you’d like to call?”

“I don’t know anyone in town, love. I guess I was just hoping for some anonymous sex.” The sensor in my belly would be sure to let me know if this ultimately turned out to be a bad idea.

He shook his head in wonder as he muttered, “The Mack Avenue Madame’s in the back seat of my fuckin’ cab. Now I’ve seen it all.”

We finally got onto said street and began to drive along its impressive length. We passed several buildings that looked abandoned and run-down. But we didn’t stop.

“Where are you taking me, love? Several of those lots back there would have suited me just fine.”

“I think I have the perfect place for you if you’re feeling suicidal, miss.” The look on his face made me shiver with fear and arousal.

We finally pulled up to an old tenement building with most of the glass broken out. All the first floor windows were boarded up. My breath caught in my throat as I looked it over.

“That’s just lovely,” I told him, becoming both frightened and excited. Then I looked around before asking, “How do I get in?”

“There’s a boarded up window on the third unit around the side, miss. You can pull it open to get inside if you want. I hear they sometimes have wild parties in there late at night.”

“Lovely,” I told him as I got out on trembling legs.

I came around to the window and smiled as I opened my purse. “How much do I owe you, love?”

“How long do you plan on being here, miss?”

I thought I might spend the night, love… maybe an extra day or two, depending on how many cocks show up.”

“Would you like me to call and send some your way?”

“You’re a darling; that would be lovely.”

“Maybe I could drop by for a visit. My name’s Jerome.”

“I’d like that, Jerome. So how much do I owe you?”

“For the Mack Avenue Madame? Maybe you can repay me when I drop by later for a hot fuck.” He gave me a smile that made me melt at the thought of him shagging me later on in one of those filthy units.

After he drove away I walked around the building, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I found the third unit with the loose board over the window and worked my way inside. The unit I entered was empty and trashed.

I went around looking for a flat with a bed. When I opened the door to one unit I found two lovely lads in their late teens or early twenties on a ratty looking couch sharing a bottle. I caught them totally by surprise.

The light was dim as they both stood up with a start. When they saw me they smiled as they came over. I think they saw the purse in my hands and were determined to rob me.

I got the shivers as once more I began asking myself what the bloody hell I was doing here. Then I got up my courage. I smiled as I asked them, “Would you lovely lads mind if I sucked your cocks?”

That stopped them dead in their tracks as their jaws fell to the floor in astonishment. They didn’t seem to know what to do with a daft tart like me. So I set my purse down, walked up to them and began unzipping their flies.

I gasped with delight as I pulled out a couple of dark chocolate beauties. One was a lovely six and a half inches while the other looked to be seven. My pussy was wet as hell as I grabbed both dicks and started to stroke them.

They were shocked as hell when I got on my knees and began taking their cocks into my mouth. One of them reached down to paw my boobs. I moaned with a juicy black dick in my mouth.

They soon worked me out of my blouse. My bra came off next before they started groping and pawing my boobs. I was bloody wet and horny as a Liverpool tart.

My skirt came off next, allowing them to feel up my bum. One of them reached down and discovered how wet I was. The seven-incher declared, “Shit, Bobby, this fuckin’ whore is hot for us!”

“Then let’s fuck the shit out of her!”

I was roughly pushed down onto my hands and knees. The seven-incher went between my lips as Bobby pushed into my pussy from behind. Then I began rocking back and forth from their thrusts. What I was doing was so insane that I had my first orgasm five minutes later.

They took turns with me until they both left a deposit deep in my womb. They told me there was a bed in the next room. So I took them back there and got them hard with my mouth all over again.

We were in the middle of shagging on a ratty mattress when we heard voices out in the hallway asking, “Where’s that Mack Avenue Madame?”

“She’s in here!” Bobby declared. Then he gave it to me good and hard until I swooned from another orgasm.

Two more guys came in, and I had two more cocks to play with. This time I got an eight-incher and a nine-incher. It was bloody difficult getting those juicy organs down my throat, although I gave it the ol’ college try.

The eight-incher went first, lying me flat on my back on that ratty mattress as he gave it to me good and hard. I stroked the nine-incher as he fed it into my mouth. Within moments I was in heaven.

More cocks showed up until I was lying on the bed with a cock in each hand and one up my pussy. The guys all loved it. I was the life of the party.

One guy stretched out flat on the bed so I could climb on top of him. Then I got my first black cock up my bum as a lovely bloke climbed on top of me. Two cocks were shoved into my hands until the Mack Avenue Madame was going off again in orgasm pleasing four cocks at once. Another managed to shove his male meat into my mouth until I was grunting my pleasure.

More cocks showed up and I kept getting a lovely shafting. The room was grotty and smelled of sex, the mattress dirty and lumpy. But I was turned on like never before.

The liquor started flowing and I occasionally got a drink when my mouth wasn’t occupied. When my stomach started growling, a lovely lad went and fetched us some hotdogs. They were shoved in my mouth one at a time, usually with a cock not too far behind. My pussy and bum remained filled almost nonstop.

It went on like that throughout the day and well into the night. Jerome even came in and gave me a good shafting. I had so much cum leaking out of me that I couldn’t believe it. And yet I wanted more.

The cocks petered out and I fell asleep on the mattress. I awoke the next morning to a lad shoving his dick in my mouth while another pushed one into my pussy. It was day two of my shag-fest.

Throughout my fucking I got a few lads asking about the sensor in my navel. I told them where it came from and that if I got pregnant at the Snuff Club they were supposed to hang me. They told me that sounded fucking hot, and I got the shivers thinking they might do that to me if I managed to find myself with child before I could get out of the building.

Day three found me taking more cocks. I guess I was becoming rather popular. Guys were regularly coming and going, and I got a few returnees who wanted to experience the British tart for a second and third time.

It was midnight on the third day when this big hulk of a man came in. Everyone knew him as Leroy and said he was the baby-maker. It was said that any woman he fucked got pregnant. That bit of news really gave me the erotic chills.

His cock was the biggest I had seen thus far, and I had a little trouble getting it down my throat. Then he laid me flat on the bed as he began fucking me. He was so big inside me that I thought he was going to split me right open. I screamed his name when he came inside me until I was away with the faeries.

I’m not sure how late it was when I felt a pain in my stomach. I looked down to see my sensor glowing bright red. It meant I was pregnant with a black baby, perhaps from that lovely lad Leroy.

By now the guys who were there knew of the story of where I’d gotten the pregnancy sensor from and what was supposed to happen if it went off. I was so blitzed from my orgasms and the alcohol that  I could hardly think straight. That’s when several of them picked me up off the bed.

I was taken naked through the dark tenement down to the basement and into an old rec room. Some flashlights and candles were set up so there was enough light to see. When I looked around I saw a makeshift noose hanging from the ceiling. Who the hell had set that up??

Leroy looked at me and smiled as he asked, “Well, Dottie? Are you going to go through with it or not?”

I was so blitzed I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Would you lovely lads like to watch me hang?” A bunch of them cheered, causing the others to shush them so as not to draw attention to our presence down in the darkened basement of the rundown tenement.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I suppose I was too drunk to realize what I was doing. “Who wants a last blowjob?” I asked dreamily.

Several lads came forward, and I sucked as many cock as I could. Several exploded in my hands, in my mouth and all over my face. I had cum virtually leaking out of every orifice.

Leroy smiled at me before saying, “Ok, boys; let’s string her up.” I felt an erotic shudder as they stood me under the noose and tied my wrists behind my back. I proudly told them, “The Mack Avenue Madame will do her best to put on a good show for all you nice lads!” They all cheered me again.

A pull on the rope from Leroy and a couple others and I was airborne. I began to kick and pedal as I gasped for breath. Cum flew off my body and dripped out of my holes as I wriggled and jerked around like a fish on a line.

Several of the guys started stroking as I kicked up a nice jig for them. It hurt like bloody hell until I finally exhausted myself. That’s when one of the lads shouted, “Let’s give her a flying fuck!”

They came forward two at a time, filling my pussy and bum. I could hardly draw a breath down my constricted throat. But my pussy and arse kept clenching as they gave me a good shafting in the noose.

I was barely conscious when Leroy finally stepped up to have a turn. He rammed my bum good and hard, and I shuddered from one last orgasm as Jerome eagerly fucked my well-used pussy. I think I gave the cab driver a fleeting smile as he kissed my cummy lips, man-cream totally covering my naked body. Then I quivered for the last time, fully impaled on both cocks as my life slowly ebbed away.

Afterwards they enjoyed shagging my corpse, some of them masturbating to finally cream my legs and stomach. Then they began drifting away, deciding to call it a night. Jerome was the last one left behind, and he enjoyed my sloppy cunt one last time, giving me a lovely kiss before leaving me there. By the time my corpse was found due to the smell, I had decayed so badly that the odor permeated throughout the whole building. It forced them to condemn the bloody thing and tear it down.

(Jun 15 ’18 – for Dorothy; inspired by another of her kinky ideas)

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