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Victor’s Guillotine 11 4.4 (18)

Posted on July 24, 2018 by riwa

All but one of us was excited to see the guillotine in action again. Everyone was eager to see one of us ladies getting fucked naked while risking her head. But I could tell by the look in Richard’s face that he was extremely uncomfortable about the whole thing. And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Sybil Wylie tried to put his mind at ease. She told him we were simply going to have a little erotic fun playing with the guillotine while waiting for Dorothy’s meat to cook upstairs. But her words did not reassure him.

Victoria tried as well, telling him she was planning on him fucking her Louisa while she was lying on the bench. He smiled appreciatively. But I’m not sure it helped very much.

Joyce Melwark started undressing as she smiled at us. “I know how to make him more comfortable. Renard, strap me down and let’s get this show on the road.”

Renard and Joyce’s husband Warren strapped her down to the bench before bringing the lunette down onto her neck. Then she looked up at Richard’s face and smiled. “I’m going to need your cock in my mouth while Warren preps me, love.”

“My cock in your mouth?” he asked incredulously.

“C’mon – c’mon. Time’s a-wastin’. Dorothy’s aroma is starting to drift down here. I’m going to need both you and my husband to help me out since I’m so bloody horny right now. Right, darling?”

“Better do as she says,” her husband replied with a smile as he started to pull down his pants. I could see his cock was already hardening up at the prospect of fucking his wife in the guillotine.

Richard hemmed and hawed until Sybil suggested I help him out. I started working him out of his pants, groping and fondling his crotch until a bulge started to develop. By the time I got his penis out he had gotten semi-hard.

“That’s more like it,” Joyce gasped with delight, her eyes flashing excitedly. “I love having cock in both ends when my neck is on the line. Now bring that bad boy over here, love.”

Renard started the timer as her husband knelt behind her and started feasting on her muff. She gasped and moaned as I grabbed Richard by his dick and forced him to kneel in front of her face, moving the basket out of his way so his cock would be at eye level. Before he could resist Joyce eagerly took him right down her throat.

Slutty Sybil started touching herself, gasping how lucky the bitch was to be getting it in both ends. Victoria assured us Louisa was going to be similarly poked when it was her turn. Joyce just moaned happily with a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her twat.

I glanced at the timer and then at Renard, the question evident on my face. Was it possible the blade could fall this soon? He just smiled as though he didn’t know, but that it sure was going to be fun to find out.

I think Richard tried to resist Joyce’s ministrations on his dick. Every time it looked like he was going to back away I just pushed him forward again. Once I shoved him so far forward that his cock buried itself deep down her throat. It was incredibly erotic.

“Now fuck her in both ends, guys! Spit-roast that lucky bitch! Let’s see if the guillotine gives us a second meal today.” Sybil was already so worked up that she was removing her garments.

I saw Warren smile at Richard as he told her, “Let’s spit my wife in both ends. Go ahead and give it to her good!” Richard looked at me questioningly, but I just smiled and nodded as I pushed him forward, eager to see him give it to the slut good and hard.

Joyce looked like she was in heaven getting fucked in both ends. A couple of times I pushed Richard so close his balls were right up against her lips. She was so enthusiastic that he seemed to loosen up and get a little more comfortable.

At the 3:50 mark Warren motioned at Richard by calling out, “Switch!” He pulled out of his wife and came around front, forcing Richard to pull out of her mouth. They switched places as Sybil gasped, “Damn, she’s so bloody lucky! I want that when it’s my turn!”

I smiled at Richard as he got on his knees and fucked Joyce from behind. Warren really rammed his cock hard down her throat. She groaned as her eyes rolled until her husband pulled out and coated her face with his spunk, much to the delight of everyone watching.

Richard didn’t seem to know what to do, so he pulled out. Renard stopped the timer at 7:48. Joyce had a look of bliss in her eyes, her face coated with her husband’s jizz.

“All right; who’s next?” Sybil gasped. I half expected her to volunteer. Then I got the impression she wanted to go a little later when the risk had increased.

I was a little surprised when Jeff Sampson’s new girl Kimberly Struthers blurted out, “Oh bloody hell; I’ll go for another ride.” Then she started to undress. Everyone got excited over the way this was progressing, especially that slut Sybil.

Richard came over to stand next to me, his cock lowering to half-staff. He started to put his pants back on, but I stopped him with a naughty smile. Victoria grinned at me, nodding her head as though it was a good idea to keep his cock out and available.

As Kimberly was being strapped down, I heard Sybil tell her, “You’ve got to fluff him, love. Keep Richard good and hard. We’ve got to keep him all turned on for Louisa.”

Kimberly asked, “What do you think, Jeff?” He just laughed as he strapped her down, saying it was her choice as Renard brought the lunette down on her neck. For a moment she seemed uncertain.

“I don’t know… I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who sucks every– oh, bloody hell, love! Get it over here.”

Richard’s eyes flew open in surprise as Sybil called out, “Damn right, love! That is so fucking hot!” I just pushed him forward and down onto his knees again until his cock got within range of her mouth.

He grunted as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, making him gasp with delight. Then Jeff got on his knees behind her and stabbed her with his dick. She let out a muffled cry before they started fucking her in both ends. All Sybil could do was mutter, “Lucky bitch!” as she began touching her glistening lady parts.

I was getting turned on watching all that action. The blade hovering above her neck made it doubly erotic. I just hoped Richard wouldn’t go home with the tip of his cock missing in case the blade came down prematurely.

Kimberly seemed to get into it much more than last time. Maybe she had come to the same conclusion as I had just how hot it was engaging in such risky sex. She really gulped Richard down as she rocked from Jeff’s thrusts.

The clock passed 12:10, but I don’t think Kimberly could see it very well with Richard kneeling right in front of her. I supposed that made it even more erotic not being able to know how much time had elapsed. Jeff took her all the way to 14:45 before he roared out his release.

Renard stopped the timer as Richard pulled out of her mouth. She smiled up at him as she murmured, “Damn. Maybe next time I’ll get your load.”

“You mean you’d actually consider riding it again?”

“Yes… no… oh bloody hell; probably.” Several of us laughed at that.

The guys released her from the guillotine as I grabbed Richard’s cock with my hand, making sure he didn’t soften too much. Sybil eagerly called out, “You’re next to get double-stuffed, Bettie!” Richard just looked at me in surprise as I told him, “You might as well enjoy yourself.” At least he didn’t seem uncomfortable anymore.

Bettie gasped, “Oh bloody hell!” as she started to take her clothes off. All us ladies gave her a lusty cheer as the guys whooped and hollered, causing her face to turn a deep crimson. Then she stretched out face down on the bench, sticking her neck through the path of the blade.

Clark and Renard were in the process of strapping her down when she looked up at Richard. Then she motioned with her head… “Ok, you might as well get over here so I can suck your cock.” When he looked at me I just eagerly pushed him forward, making him kneel yet again.

The lunette wasn’t even locked down before she had him deep down her throat. “That’s my girl,” Clark said with a chuckle. Then he knelt behind her, buried his face in her muff and started eating her out.

She groaned and wriggled as she got pleasured while sucking Richard’s cock. My mouth started to water as I thought about helping out. By now I guess everybody had decided to do whatever was necessary to make him feel comfortable and for him not to feel bad that Dorothy had lost her head.

Clark got onto his knees, thrust into her snatch, and started fucking her good and hard. I pushed Richard in the back to help him spit-roast the sexy woman. Sybil gasped and moaned as she watched, furiously rubbing herself all over as Bettie got dicked in both ends.

Bettie looked like she was just as blissed out as Kimberly and Joyce had been. I was surprised the way everyone seemed to be taking on Richard as some sort of group project to make him feel at ease. It was such a bloody turn-on that I was half-tempted to take my clothes off because I was getting so incredibly wet.

Sybil called out, “You guys should switch!” Without even thinking about it, Clark got up and came around front. He motioned for Richard to go fuck her from behind as he dropped to his knees and speared his wife’s mouth.

Richard dropped behind her onto his knees before he thrust good and hard into her cunt. She grunted and moaned, making the rest of us ladies wet as hell. I glanced up at the blade as though wondering if it was going to come down or not. But I’m not sure anyone was paying much attention.

That slut Sybil called out, “Now switch back!” Richard and Clark both pulled out and changed places. Bettie panted for breath, momentarily getting a view of the timer as it passed 21:18. Then she groaned as she was spitted in both ends again.

Clark fucked her hard until she let out a muffled cry of orgasm. I’m not sure, but I think Sybil came right along with her. I came bloody close, although somehow I managed to hold it back.

The timer was stopped at 25:39 so the guys could release her from the bench. “I’m next!” Sybil gasped deliriously. “I can’t fucking wait any longer!” Then she eagerly stretched herself out on the bench face down before sticking her head through the opening as the guys began strapping her down.

She looked up at Richard with a wild look in her eyes. “Now I want you to fuck me until you cum, ok? I want your cum, damnit! Fuck me now; don’t wait for Renard to start that bloody timer!”

He shrugged his shoulders before he got behind her, kneeling and then thrusting into her as Renard locked the lunette down. Then he started the timer as Ken moved around in front of his wife. He got down on his knees, grabbed her head, and then really gave her skull a good, hard fucking.

I couldn’t believe how horny I was. And I noticed Kimberly and Bettie hadn’t gotten back into their clothes just yet. Both of them were stroking Jeff and Clark with one hand while playing with themselves with the other.

Sybil let out a muffled “FUCK ME!” Ken looked at Richard and smiled as he told him, “The kinky bitch really wants it. So I suppose we’d better give it to her.” Then he really began thrusting into her mouth as Richard fucked her hard from behind.

I finally decided it was time to get out of my clothes since half the room seemed to be naked. Besides, my knickers were going to be soaked if I stayed in them much longer. But I wasn’t the only one as Victoria and Louisa were also undressing.

Sybil let out a cry as she had her first orgasm. Her eyes rolled as she groaned into her husband’s cock. Richard fucked her so hard she actually rocked in the guillotine now that he had gotten totally into it.

It happened without warning. One moment the guys were giving it to her good and hard. The next, the blade plummeted downward, slicing clean through her neck. It’s a miracle Ken had pulled out and was getting ready to thrust back in when it happened.

Everyone gasped and jumped as her body jerked and then started hitching. Richard had a look of surprise on his face. Ken just bellowed, “FUCK HER!” as he picked up her head off the floor and thrust his cock through her mouth.

At first Richard seemed stunned at the way her body jerked around. I don’t know when it dawned on him he was fucking a headless corpse because her head was hidden from view a few moments longer as Ken fucked it. At least he kept thrusting good and hard into her cunt. I’m just glad he didn’t stop.

As for me, her beheading caught me totally by surprise. A moment later my own orgasm washed over me. Kimberly and Bettie both gasped as they jerked in shock. I think Bettie had an orgasm as well.

Victoria and Louisa seemed to hang onto each other as they furiously masturbated. Some of the guys were stroking like crazy. Then I heard Ken tell Richard to cum inside her as his cock went off in her mouth.

I swear the crazy bitch actually winked at me as cum dripped out of her severed, bleeding neck. Then Richard cried out as he unloaded deep inside her. Ken gasped, “Is she clenching?” and Richard replied, “She’s milking my cock like crazy!” That’s when I got a good look at Sybil as her expression sagged tiredly, her husband’s cum dripping off her lips and out of her severed neck.

(Apr 30 ’18)

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Yaria’s escape act 4.5 (56)

Posted on July 18, 2018 by riwa

The audience consists of a couple dozen male and female spectators who have paid for the privilege of being there. They talk amongst themselves while holding glasses of champagne. Then their host Howard Hudgeons enters the room.

He’s in his 50s, wearing a Navy blue vest over his plain light blue shirt. His hair is greying, but he fully looks the part of a man with money. The murmuring spectators grow quiet as he stands before them.

“I want to welcome you to my Dungeon of Horrors. Today’s featured entertainment is what’s awaiting behind that curtain over there. I know this is what you’ve paid to see. So let’s have a look.”

The curtain parts to reveal a naked woman in a Houdini tank that looks damp from recent use. She wears heavy chains and padlocks. She stares emotionlessly at her voyeurs.

The guests murmur at what they see. Some of the ladies gasp with growing excitement. If they know Howard then they know what is to come.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Yaria Gianova. She has graciously consented to take part in today’s entertainment. She hopes you’ll enjoy her performance.”

Yaria continues to stare impassively at them, her hands up against the glass. Several of the guests wonder if she knows what is going to happen to her. Others wonder how their host is going to spin this one.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Yaria here will be showing you her underwater escape act. I’ve personally timed her ability to hold her breath at 3:18, although perhaps she can hold it longer. We shall soon see.”

“The tank will fill with water. Then Yaria will have to free herself from those padlocks to reach the top, flip open the lid and escape. If she is not successful then she will drown. It is as simple as that.”

The guests murmur with enthusiasm as the water is turned on. Some of the ladies buzz with excitement. Seeing the chesty woman in the tank and the peril she faces causes more than a few to quiver with arousal.

The water slowly fills, turning the interior of the Houdini tank into a bluish color. Yaria looks down emotionlessly as it fills. At moment later she stiffens and squirms a little.

Howard smiles as he tells his guests, “As an added distraction, the lovely Yaria has a vibrating egg inserted up her vagina. You may be able to tell from her body language it is now buzzing inside her. This should provide an erotic challenge to the task at hand.”

The guests can hear her gasps in the tank as the water continues to rise. She lets out a quiet moan, trying to catch her breath as the water swirls up to the base of her breasts. One of the women in attendance murmurs, “Gawd; I think I’m just as wet as she is right now.”

The chains shake as she tests her bonds. The water rises higher and higher. It’s not long before the guests can hear her loud gasps for breath as she prepares to be fully submerged.

Howard solemnly tells his guests, “The tank will not be drained until she has shed her chains and reached the top, ladies and gentlemen. Yaria is fully aware of this. Let us see if she is successful.”

She begins to hyperventilate as the water rises. It reaches her chin, forcing her to tip her head back. She is about to reach the point of no return.

The water continues to rise until they all hear a loud gasp for breath. Her head comes under as bubbles dribble out of her nose. Her dark hair swirls around her head until it begins to settle.

“I will now keep track of her time,” Howard intones quietly. The guests all stare as though captivated at the scene. More bubbles slip out of Yaria’s nose.

She begins feeling around as though testing her chains. Perhaps she is trying to decide which padlock to work first. It is obvious they must be removed if she is to shed her chains and escape.

There is a solid metal ball at her feet, also padlocked and looking quite heavy. The chain from there to her ankles is exceedingly short. She will have to unlock it if she is to get to the surface.

The guests watch as the water reaches the top of the tank. Then the sound of flowing water ceases. An exterior light shining on the tank helps bathe the escape artist in a bluish color.

Yaria pushes against the glass as though testing it. Her eyes are closed; she appears to be meditating. “Where’s the key?” one of the ladies asks. “Perhaps it’s in her mouth?” her male companion suggests.

Yaria opens her mouth and produces a key. Then she begins working on the lock around her neck. One of the ladies notices the way she writhes her hips. “Gawd, that egg buzzing inside her must really be turning her on.”

“One minute,” Howard tells his spectators as he checks his watch. Yaria appears not to have heard. Perhaps she is too busy trying to free herself.

The padlock drops from her neck along with the chains. Next she works on the one to her left wrist. She shows some difficulty with it as she tries to work the key into it. More bubbles slip out of her mouth.

She tugs and pulls before it finally pops open. The chains fall away. “A minute thirty,” Howard informs his guests.

Yaria loses a couple bubbles out of her nose as she goes to work on her right wrist. Again she appears to have some difficulty. She frowns and winces as she struggles with the key.

She appears to stiffen as her thighs come together. One of the ladies notices. “Gawd, that egg must really be doing a number on her! I wonder if she’s going to cum in there.”

Yaria winces and squirms until she loses the key out of her hand. It plummets to the floor of the Houdini tank. “Gawd, did she just cum?” another lady asks.

“I think she did,” the female standing right next to her observes, breathlessly fanning herself.

Yaria pauses and closes her eyes as though composing herself. Then she reaches down for the dropped key. One of the males notices her stomach ripple from a contraction.

“Two minutes,” Howard says quietly as he checks his watch. “She’s been under two minutes.”

Yaria reaches down and searches for the key. She finds it and stands upright. Then she goes back to working on the padlock to her right wrist as her stomach ripples again.

“That egg must really be distracting her,” a lady murmurs aloud.

“That was so hot seeing her cum,” a second observes.

“Two thirty.”

Yaria works on the padlock to her right wrist. She bubbles as she appears to fight with it. Then it falls away along with the chains.

“Two locks left,” a male observes quietly, watching as her stomach ripples once more. “Gawd, she must be running out of breath.”

Yaria reaches down for the padlock to her crotch. Now she seems to be fully aware of the buzzing egg causing her to squirm uncomfortably as she winces and bubbles. Her stomach contractions have migrated up into her chest.

“Gawd, just look at her!” a female breathes. “How long can she hold it?” another asks. A third eagerly blurts out, “She’s not going to make it, is she? That’s why we’re down here, right… to watch her drown?”

Nobody looks at her over her remark. All eyes remain glued on the sexy, naked woman struggling with the padlock inside the Houdini tank. Her drowning appears imminent.

Yaria loses more bubbles out of her nose as she works the padlock to her crotch. Her chest heaves as her stomach ripples. It looks as though her thighs are clenching together.

“I think she’s gonna cum again!”

“You think so?”

“If she does, she’ll never get those padlocks off.”

“Gawd, I hope she drowns in there!”

“Three minutes.”

Yaria winces as she finally pops the padlock to her crotch. Those chains fall away. Now only the only ones left are the most critical ones, the ones holding her ankles to the heavy metal ball.

Her chest heaves and she loses another burst of air as she bends down. Her stomach ripples again and again as she winces in agony. She appears to be running out of breath.

“Gawd, just look at her!”

“She’s really struggling, isn’t she.”

“She’s not gonna make it.”

“Damn! I can’t wait to watch her drown!”

“Three fifteen.”

Yaria fumbles for the last padlock to her ankles. Her chest heaves again, forcing more air out of her pursed lips. She winces as she struggles with the lock, her thighs clenched tightly together.

“Wow, just look at her trying to fight it.”

“Her chest is really heaving.”

“Is she going to make that last lock?”

“Fuck, I hope not.”

“Damn, I think she’s going to cum again.”

A painful looking convulsion forces air out of her mouth. That’s when Yaria gulps water as she drops the key. She stands upright and starts clawing for the surface in a panic as she humps the water…

“Fuck, she’s cumming!”

“She just dropped the key!”

“Gawd, she’s really going to drown!”

“Three thirty.”

A few seconds later Yaria gurgles. Then she starts thrashing about, coughing up bubbles as her stomach and chest heave continuously. She bucks and shudders as the water around her crotch is stained with spurting fluids.

“Gawd, she just came hard!”

“She came and pissed herself! That’s urine in the water!”

“That is so fucking hot!”

Yaria waves helplessly at the surface as she continues to hitch and convulse. Then she stares at her audience in horror. One last shudder ripples through her. Then she gently sways back and forth as an occasional muscle fires.

“Three thirty-eight, ladies and gentlemen. I believe that may have been her best time underwater.”

“Gawd, I just wet myself.”

“That was incredible!”

“She was looking right at me when she drowned!”

“Honey, she was looking at all of us.”

Several down the rest of the champagne in their glasses. Then Howard motions at his guests. “Step forward if you wish to have a closer look. I hope her performance was entertaining.” That’s when they all move forward, some of the ladies pushing up against the glass to admire the naked woman who has just drowned for them in the tank.

2018 (Mar 19 ’18)

(Inspired by the preview pictures from Waterbondage.com that I used as illustrations.)

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The guillotine on Santamos Island (TS-male themes) 3.5 (4)

Posted on July 12, 2018 by riwa

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

I shove the toy hard up my lady-boy ass, cupping my balls and stroking my cock. My nipples are hard as I find myself fantasizing again. Then I lie back on my bed and close my eyes, picturing the blade hovering above me. It hangs there tantalizingly, toying with me with its message of instant death.

In my mind the blade suddenly releases, severing my head with one quick stroke. I thrust the toy hard up my ass as I furiously stroke my cock to the terribly erotic image. Cum spurts out of my throbbing dick and coats my tits as I shudder from a wonderful release.

If Jason were here he would be taking my ass himself. But he’s off to buy tickets for Santamos Island – the island of consensual executions. I slowly thrust the toy in and out of my ass in the afterglow of a wonderful release as I gently stroke my softening she-male cock.

I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember. But it’s only been a few weeks since I learned of the existence of Santamos Island. How I managed to convince Jason to go buy tickets for the two of us is still a mystery. Perhaps it’s because he’ll be getting all my worldly possessions and my bank accounts after I’m gone.

I met Jason by accident after going through a bad breakup. He was kind and thoughtful, and we hit it off right away. It didn’t take long before I wanted our relationship to become sexual. But I was afraid of his reaction to me.

One day he told me he wanted to go swimming with me. I told him I would love to but that I was afraid of his reaction because I had a little ‘something extra’. When I came out in my bikini I took his hand and placed it on the bulge in my crotch.

His eyes widened in surprise and he gave me this funny look. “Oh really?” he said to me. “Interesting.” Then I’ll be damned if he didn’t start rubbing me until I started getting hard!

Well you can imagine what happened after that. I was so relieved as the two of us started making out right there in the pool. We went underwater and started bubbling, kissing and caressing each other until I was boiling over.

From there we ended up in a hot tub where our suits quickly came off. I ended up giving him an underwater blowjob and he returned the favor. From there we rapidly became fuck-buddies. He even let me fuck his ass.

It took a couple months before I finally shared with him my guillotine fantasies. He thought it was weird at first. But I told him it made me so hot, especially now that I had begun imagining him as my executioner. It took him a couple weeks but he actually came around, especially because he liked pleasing me.

The hottest night of my life was the night he decided to try to come up with something similar for me to experience. He wasn’t the least bit interested in removing my head. But he did come up with something that added to the fantasy.

He blindfolded me and then started fucking me on the bed. Then he put some sort of thin rope around my neck. “This should simulate the blade coming in contact with your neck,” he told me. Then at the count of three he rammed his cock hard inside me while jerking the rope tight around my neck.

Gawd; that did it! It wasn’t a blade or anything, but it felt like something wanted to cut into my neck. I came so hard that my cock erupted until cum spewed all over the two of us. I felt him cum up my ass a few seconds later.

Fuck; what inspiration! I fucking loved it! We began playing like that for a while, being careful with what we used so that it didn’t strangle me too much.

Things changed when I discovered the existence of Santamos Island. I told Jason I wanted him to take me there and make me ride the guillotine while he was fucking me. He told me he wasn’t the least bit interested in watching me die.

I wore him down until I finally proclaimed that if he didn’t take me, I would find someone else who would. But I told him my greatest fantasy was for him to be there fucking me when it happened. I even told him I would find a way so that he wouldn’t have to actually be the one to execute me if that would make it easier on him.

Can you believe it? He reluctantly agreed. And today he’s buying the tickets to fly us out tomorrow.

When he comes home with the tickets I plant a big, juicy kiss on those sweet lips of his. Then we fuck like bunnies for the rest of the day. Later that night we collapse into bed totally exhausted. But I cannot sleep. My mind swirls with what it will feel like when my neck finally meets the blade.

The next morning I dress in my absolute sluttiest. Then we head for the airport. I take nothing else with me, for I plan on being dead by nightfall.

When we arrive, we check in right away to the Robespierre Hotel. It has a full-sized guillotine right out in front where everyone can watch. My lady-boy cock is hard and ends up dripping for the rest of the day… the rest of the day which also happens to coincide with the remainder of my lifespan.

We take a tour of the island and get to witness an execution over at the rifle range. Then we walk down to the beach and catch a man and woman tied to the tidal stakes. Every now and then the gallows claims another life. We even get to watch a beheading by axe.

I’m so turned on I can hardly stand myself. I can’t believe this place! This island actually exists! People are being executed all around us, and I’ll soon be joining them.

Jason is contemplative as we spend our last dinner together. I tell him how deeply I love him and how much all this means to me. Then I suggest he find some nice piece of ass to fuck after I’m executed. After all, I don’t want him to be alone for too long after my beheading.

I desperately want to fuck right after our last meal together. So does Jason. But I ask him if we can hold off. I tell him I think it will be so hot if we allow the excitement of my approaching execution to build so that our last fuck together turns out to be our best fuck ever. He reluctantly agrees.

After dinner we go for another walk. We witness another couple of beheadings by axe, both of whom are females. I can tell it is having an effect on Jason, and I find myself hoping he comes so very hard in my ass once the blade severs my head from my shoulders.

We deliberately avoid the guillotine until the sun goes down. Now it seems as though I don’t want to see where I’m going to die until it’s time. We make our way back to the Robespierre, going in through another entrance.

We sit in the lobby sipping brandies as the time grows short. Then I look over at him, my body trembling like crazy. I suddenly have reservations about the whole damned thing. But I’m not backing out. Arrangements have already been made for Jason to take possession of my things back home.

We walk up to the hotel concierge and sign the requisite forms. Then we head outside to the waiting guillotine. There is no one around; we have arrived during a lull in the executions.

The tension is palpable as we kiss while he slowly disrobes me. My breath catches in my throat, and I begin to tremble like mad. “Are you sure you don’t want to back out?” he asks softly.

In response I show him the paperwork. “The papers have already been signed, baby. I’m going through with this one way or the other. Now strap me down and make love to me. Just leave my arms free.”

He does as I ask, and we begin caressing each other until I lie down upon the bench. He straps me down before locking my head into the lunette, making sure I can caress him with my hands. Then he sucks my lady-boy cock, allowing me to feel it in his mouth one last time.

He kisses, suckles and caresses my heaving tits as I look up at the blade. Then he places his cock in between them, pressing them together with his hands and fucking my breasts. I whimper and moan, rock hard with excitement as I stare at the blade hovering above me.

I tell him to give me the rope to the blade and I will do it myself as he cums. But Jason says, “Not yet.” Then he enters my ass where he gives me the longest, best fuck of my life.

When he finally cums, I feel his hot seed deep inside me. He comes around and kisses my lips. Are those tears in his eyes? Then he hands me the rope as he tells me, “My dear, I will be the one to feel you cum inside me when the blade falls.”

He goes back around and straddles me, impaling his ass upon my hard, quivering she-male cock. Then he starts rocking as he gropes my tits. Suddenly I’m so damned scared – and yet so fucking excited – that I can hardly think straight.

I hold the rope in my hand… literally hold my life in my hand. I maintain my grip on it as I thrust up into his ass, his muscles clenching around my quivering shaft. His hands grope my boobs, and I’m filled with a terrible fire of arousal.

I suddenly notice quiet voices all around us. People have wandered over to have a look. My execution will not be private after all.

I’m turned on even more as I hear snippets of conversation… “She must be a she-male; he’s riding her cock…” “Gawd; they’re making love to each other! That is so fucking hot…” “Do you see that? She’s holding the rope in her hand! Gawd; she’s actually going to execute herself…” “I’ve never seen a beheading quite like this one! They must really love each other…” ”Look at the way he’s riding her! See how hard his cock is? Gawd; I’ll bet they both cum when the blade drops…”

We build up to an eager, anxious fuck, my lady-boy cock driving hard up inside him as he rides me. That’s when I feel it start to swell inside me. Gawd; I’ve really got to do this right now or I’ll go crazy…

THUNK!

I don’t know when I let go of the rope. All I know is that I actually hear the blade hit the bottom… hear the gasp from the crowd. Then I’m looking at wicker all around me as my head lands in the basket.

I hear Jason call out for someone to retrieve my head. I’m lifted up out of the basket and handed over to him. I’m given an extraordinary view of my body as it jerks and spasms underneath him. Gawd; that is such an incredible sight!

He cries out in orgasm, his cock spewing another load upon my quivering tits. I can feel nothing below my neck now. I can only hope I came inside his ass when the blade dropped as my last present to him. Then my vision starts to fade.

The last thing I see is his face… the last thing I taste is his lips upon mine as he kisses me tenderly. Then my vision fades completely. I happily settle into oblivion, my fantasy fulfilled at long last…

(Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)

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She needed the money 3.9 (12)

Posted on July 6, 2018 by riwa

Miriam needed the money. The ad on the Internet indicated she could earn enough cash in her city to pay her rent for three months. It would also cover food and utilities.

There were some negatives she would have to deal with, and they made her wince. She had to be comfortable having sex with multiple partners. She had to be open to some breath play. And she also had to be ok with a little humiliation.

She didn’t mind the sex so much. She was between boyfriends, but she was still on the pill just to be on the safe side. She was sexually active, and she enjoyed fucking. She just hadn’t done it with multiple partners before.

The breath play issue concerned her. She could hold her breath underwater, and she didn’t mind being choked during sex. Was that all there would be to it? Or would it require more from her?

The idea of being humiliated also bothered her. But deep down there was a part of her that found the idea of being degraded more than a little arousing. She was concerned it might make her cry a little. But in the end she figured she could tolerate it… perhaps even find it a bit of a turn-on.

Miriam put off making a decision for as long as she could. But the rent was due in a couple of days. She didn’t have enough in her bank account to cover the full amount.

Early in the morning she woke up and decided to place a call to the number on the ad. The voice of a nice woman on the other end asked how soon she could be available. They already had two girls, but they needed a third.

Miriam said she could be there as soon as they wanted her since the location was in her city. She was asked if she could show up right after lunch. Miriam said that would be ok with her as she’d recently been laid off from her job and was available anytime they needed her.

She was directed to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. She was told to dress in something slutty. And she was told to expect a lot of sex since a number of men would be paying for the privilege of enjoying her body.

She picked out something slutty: a blouse showing cleavage, a skirt that showed way too much when she bent over, and a pair of fuck-me high heels. Then she called for a taxi to come pick her up. When he pulled up, the driver looked at her and shook his head, assuming he was taking this woman to meet someone for sex.

She gave the man directions as he pulled away from the curb. Conversation was minimal. He didn’t want to ask any questions, figuring the less he knew the better.

They drove up to a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. Miriam paid the fare after she was dropped off at the entrance. The cab drove away as she went inside, only to encounter a secretary behind the desk of a sparsely furnished room.

The woman’s outfit was equally slutty. She rose and came out from around her desk, introducing herself as Eloise. Miriam told her why she was there, quickly recognizing the lady’s voice as the same one on the phone.

The secretary told her the guys were waiting in back and should be finishing up with lunch. She was asked if she was ready to perform. All she had to do was sign a release form and she would be good to go.

Miriam nodded as she trembled with uncertainty. “I have a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Certainly,” Eloise said with a smile as she went back behind the desk and retrieve the paperwork and a pen. “Ask your questions.”

“Your ad asked if I would be comfortable having sex with multiple partners. What does that mean?”

“Have you even participated in a gangbang, honey?”

“No. How many is that? Three of four?”

“More like ten or twelve. That’s why we charge so much and they pay so much. Does that bother you?”

“Ten or twelve?” Miriam couldn’t believe it. Was she expected to fuck ten or twelve men this afternoon??

“Can’t you handle that many? I’d hate to have to place another call. I do have a woman on standby, but I’d need to call her right away if you decide to turn down the…”

“No, I think I can handle ten or twelve,” Miriam replied hastily, although she wasn’t entirely certain. But she really needed the money.

“Anything else?”

“Your ad mentioned breath play?”

“Do you like having your breath cut off during sex?”

“Well, I had a boyfriend who used to choke me sometimes. I kind of liked it… I guess.”

“Well, this will be very similar to that. You’ll be having sex while your breath is cut off. Will that be a problem?”

“I, uh… I don’t think so.”

“Anything else? We really need to get started.” The secretary pushed the paperwork over for her to sign.

“Uh… I guess not.”

Miriam picked up the pen and sighed the top copy. “You don’t want to look at it?” the secretary asked.

“I’m sure it’ll be all right. And I assume there will be pictures and video of me going out?”

“I’m sure there will,” the secretary said with a nod as she flipped the page, making Miriam sign a second sheet.

“Is that it?” the nervous young woman asked as she scribbled her signature.

“That’s it,” the secretary told her with a smile, taking the papers and sliding them into a desk drawer. Then she stood up.

“I’ll take you back right now. You’ll be expected to get into character and agree to anything they want to do to you. That’s what you agreed to when you came here and signed the paperwork. So I assume that’s going to be ok with you. Am I right?”

“Uh… yes you are.”

Miriam got nervous again as the secretary led her through a door and down a hall. It seemed like the corridor needed a fresh coat of paint. This building wasn’t nearly as impressive as she’d hoped it would be.

They went through a series of corridors and down into the basement. The secretary knocked on an old metal door. It opened up to reveal a handsome man in a suit and tie. Miriam felt better at seeing someone looking so professional.

“Is this her?” he asked with a smile.

“This is Miriam,” the secretary replied. “She agreed to everything; the paperwork is all signed.”

“Fantastic. Come on in, Miriam. Let’s have some fun.”

“Goodbye, honey,” the secretary said as she coldly turned and walked away.

Miriam frowned at her as she walked away. Goodbye?? Did that mean she wouldn’t be going out past the secretary’s desk when she was finished with the gangbang? Did that mean she wouldn’t see her for the rest of the day?

The man in the suit took her through a short hall to another door. Then he opened it up and all but threw her inside, loudly declaring, “The slut has arrived, gentlemen!” Then he closed the door behind her.

Miriam bounced off the floor, letting out a yelp. Why the hell had he thrown her in here like that? That wasn’t professional at all!

She had barely gotten to her knees when she was surrounded by a group of men. Some of them were taking pictures of her with their cell phones. Some of them were already naked. And many of them had their cocks out.

One man with a smelly dick that looked like it was seven inches long shoved it in front of her face. “Get to sucking, slut!” he told her as he slapped her face hard. “A whore like you knows what to do!”

“Yeah!” the others chimed in. “Start sucking cock, you filthy slut.”

For a second she forgot about the humiliation she was to expect from them. “Hey, you don’t have to treat me – GULP!” That was all she got out as he forced his dick clear down her throat.

She gagged on it as a couple guys stepped up on either side of her. They grabbed her hands and made her wrap her fingers around their dicks. They certainly weren’t wasting any time.

She grunted as they started in on her. Cellphones and iPhones took pictures of her while she was sucking cock. They were already laughing at her, taunting her as they pushed their dicks in her direction.

More cocks appeared right in front of her. There was laughter as someone spit in her face. And there were degrading cries of “Suck it slut!” “Suck it like a good whore!” “The cunt’s got quite a mouth on her!”

It wasn’t long before they were all naked. Some of them really smelled. But they were all large men. She didn’t see a single cock less than seven inches in length.

Miriam realized she was going to be sore when this was all over. But she really needed the money. She decided she would try to enjoy herself since the cash would make it all worth it in the end. Besides, the fucking was bound to be enjoyable.

She got another slap in the face before she gagged down another cock. There was more laughter. Then they started pawing at her blouse and skirt.

She let out a muffled grunt of alarm as they ripped her clothes right off, exposing her tits and ass. She winced at seeing they’d been shredded. Even her underwear was ruined.

She stiffened unhappily; she didn’t like this one bit. She certainly hoped the secretary out front had a change of clothes she could wear when she went home. Surely they had planned for something like this to happen when a girl’s clothes were destroyed, right?

The men got more aggressive, some of them shoving two cocks into her mouth while they kept her hands busy. She got slapped in the face several more times, leaving stinging marks on her cheeks. They slapped her tits as they laughed at her while calling her a slut and a whore and other degrading names.

She’d anticipated some of this. But did they have to degrade her to this extent?? Then she remembered the secretary telling her she would have to “get into character” or something like that. She supposed that meant she had to act the part.

The names continued to rain down on her head… “Whore!” “Slut!” “Fucking bitch!” “Cumslut!” She did her best to smile at them as though she liked it. After all, they were certainly paying her well to be their fuck-toy. But it was more than a little degrading. What made it all the more humiliating was the way her body was becoming aroused, her pussy moistening and her nipples hardening.

“Hey, the whore likes it!” “Time for this slut to take some cock!” “C’mn, bitch! Let’s see how many cocks you can take at once!”

One of the men stretched out on his back on the floor. Miriam climbed on, allowing his eight inch dick to fill her pussy. Then she was bent forward, taking another cock in her mouth as she grabbed onto two more with her hands.

At that point she felt a cock pushing into her anus… “C’mon; let’s fill all this whore’s holes! She was born to take cock, the fucking slut!” It felt huge, and she screamed into the cock down her throat. Then she grunted as she got a good pounding in all her openings.

She felt cocks touching her face and in her hair. Once again she was forced to try and swallow two of them at once. Then she felt a second man trying to shove his dick up her butt.

She tried to cry out, “Damnit, guys; I only have room for one!” But that didn’t seem to stop them. She screamed into the cock in her mouth as she felt a second dick being forced up her ass.

Miriam choked on the cock jammed down her throat until it got hard to get a breath. Someone wrapped his hands around her throat as though trying to choke her out. She trembled from a mixture of arousal, humiliation and fear, especially since this was getting scary. It also felt like it was getting a little out of hand.

The voices continued their taunts and curses, embarrassing her even more. The guy in her pussy declared how much she seemed to be enjoying it based on how wet she was. The guys in her ass kept calling her a fucking whore. The guys ramming her mouth enjoyed the way she loved to suck cock.

Miriam eventually felt hot jizz up her cunt. Two more loads were spurted into her ass. A couple cocks emptied themselves into her open mouth as two more fired off, splattering her face and tits. It was embarrassing as hell.

She finally got a break as the cocks left her ass. Some bastard sat on a chair while the others lifted her up and impaled her ass on his dick. It felt like it was eight or nine inches long, and it hurt even more.

Her head was turned to the side as another cock forced its way down her throat. Her hands were put to good use giving handjobs as another cock came up and slid right into her wet pussy. The bastard was certainly enthusiastic about fucking her.

“Damn, this cunt is wet as hell! She must fucking love it! C’mon over, Walter! Stick your cock in here with mine! This cunt can take it!”

Miriam’s eyes flew open in alarm. Then she felt a second cock being pushed into her pussy. It stretched her almost as bad as what had been done to her ass.

She let out another muffled cry as they pounded every hole. “This slut fucking loves it!” “Give it to her good, boys! She’s a fucking whore!” Damn, this bitch loves cock! Choke on it, you fucking whore!”

She got slapped in her face and spit on as she was brutally skull-fucked. It was degrading as hell as she found herself fighting back tears. She assumed this was what was expected of her. But she decided she didn’t like it all that much.

Miriam concluded this was more than a simple gangbang. And she had willingly signed those damned papers so she couldn’t do a thing about it. At least she was going to be well paid for it.

Several cocks went off as she got more jizz up her ass and in her pussy. It was so degrading that she shuddered from a humiliating orgasm. One of the guys noticed, and he laughed as he declared, “Damn, this cunt really loves getting fucked! She just creamed herself! Give it to her good, boys; the slut fucking loves it!”

“Let’s see how much she loves not being able to breathe!” another called out with a cruel laugh. Miriam trembled in alarm. She didn’t like the sound of that.

Out came the ropes, binding her arms tightly being her back. Now she couldn’t give handjobs anymore. But they didn’t seem to care.

Once more some guy took the floor lying flat on his back. Her pussy was impaled as two more stepped up behind her to penetrate her ass. Miriam would have cried out had the bastard down below not reached up and choked off her ability to breathe.

Another cock was shoved hard down her throat, gagging her and making it doubly hard to get any air. “Choke the cunt; strangle the fucking whore!” “Yeah, make her gag on that fucking dick!” “What a fucking slut!”

The cock went off in her mouth, gagging her as she tried to swallow down all that spunk. Two more took its place, both fighting to push deep past her lips. The two cocks up her ass went off as one, filling her rectum with more jizz.

She was choked with bare hands before she was rolled off the guy on the bottom. Another took his place, and she was impaled yet again. It wasn’t long before cum was dripping out of every hole.

Someone grabbed a rope and looped it around her neck. They pulled so hard she thought she was going to pass out. A couple cocks went off and splattered her backside as several men stood around stroking while waiting they’re turn.

Someone laughed as he brought a bag down over her head. There were cries of “Snuff the fucking whore! “Bag the bitch!” “Let’s snuff this cunt!” Miriam jolted in horror at their words. This was far more than she ever expected.

The bag inflated and then deflated until she could hardly breathe. She tried to cry out, letting them know she couldn’t get any air. She became weak and disoriented, terrified they were going to kill her. Then she shuddered hard in orgasm before she passed out.

After that things were a bit of a blur. Miriam thought she’d been carried into an adjacent room. Was that some sort of tank on one the wall?

When her senses returned she discovered she had somehow been put inside the tank. It came down just below her breasts where it stopped, sealing her in. The front of it was glass, and there was some sort of hard rubber around her midsection as though sealing off her lower half from her upper half.

Her arms and legs were secured spread-eagled to the wall. The tank she was in left her very little room to move. Her breasts almost pressed up against the glass, leaving her head with only a little room to move around or twist from side to side.

Something had been stuffed between her lips. It felt like she was sucking on a rubber cock. Her eyes were wide as she grunted in alarm.

The guys all hovered around her, touching her and feeling her up. She felt fingers up her cunt and ass, and it made her wriggle and squirm. Then someone hollered, “Turn on the water; let’s drown the bitch!”

A hose opened up somewhere near the top of the tank. Miriam felt cold water pouring in with her. It made her cry out as her nipples hardened right up.

Some guy stepped up with a big, stupid grin on his face. He pawed the glass where her tits were as the cold water rose above them. Then she felt him enter her pussy, pushing out all that excess spunk she had dripping out of her slit.

He started thrusting as the water continued to rise. She let out a cry of alarm as it climbed her shoulders and rose up her neck. It made her tip her head back as it ominously reached her chin.

The bastard fucked her harder as the water continued to rise. The guys were all laughing while calling out, “Drown the whore!” “How does her cunt feel now?” I bet she clenches really hard while she’s drowning!” “Make that fucking slut bubble!”

She frantically filled her lungs as the water kept rising. It climbed up past her nose and eventually rose above her eyes. She was totally submerged, and she grunted and bubbled as the bastard fucked her even harder.

She lost bubbles out of her nose and around the penis-gag in her mouth. She struggled to hold her breath, grunting as she was brutally fucked. She lost more bubbles out of her nose as she listened to the water continue to fill the tank. Ohmygawd; were they actually going to drown her??

She cried out a froth of bubbles, clenching and squeezing around the cock in her cunt until she shuddered in orgasm. She felt a hot load of cum a few moments later. Then her rapist pulled out.

Miriam was dimly aware of the water level dropping. She lost more bubbles as her cum-stained chest heaved in agony while she tried to hold her breath. Then it dropped down below her nose.

She snorted fresh air into her lungs, trying to catch her breath. That’s when another bastard stepped up. She felt this one shove his large dick up her ass, and she let out a muffled grunt of agony.

The water level started to climb again as she was fucked up her ass. The comments returned… “How does that ass feel?” “Is that cunt giving you a good ride?” “Hell, I bet that whore’s enjoying it, isn’t she?” “She’s going to fucking cum her breath away again like the slut she is, right?”

Miriam tried to get a decent breath as the cold water rose up her chest… up her shoulders… up her neck. He was really giving it to her good. But she was terrified of drowning. If she remained submerged too long she might suck water and drown!

The level climbed above her nose, forcing her to hold her breath again. If anything it made him fuck her harder as the others looked on, some of them stroking in anticipation of their turn. Miriam shook her head, her eyes pleading for them to stop this. But there wasn’t a sympathetic eye in the place.

She lost a big burst of bubbles as the cock fucked her ass hard. Then she was clenching and cumming again. She felt a humiliating spurt of hot seed up her rectum before the bastard pulled out, allowing the water level to drop again.

She got a third cock… and then a fourth. Cunt or ass made no difference to them. She couldn’t keep from clenching in fear and humiliation, so she tried to do it manually in order to get them off quicker so the water level would drop sooner.

She almost drowned on the sixth cock. She shuddered hard as she orgasmed painfully. Her last conscious thoughts were wondering if she was going to cum herself to death. Then she blacked out.

When she regained consciousness the tank was almost empty. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to get her breath back. She kept sucking on the penis-gag in her mouth as though she was the greatest of sluts.

She was dripping wet when she was finally released. Cum still clung to her naked body in places, making her look filthy; a true cumslut. But they weren’t finished with her.

She was horrified as they half walked/half dragged her over to a noose dangling from the ceiling. She shook her head no as they all laughed at her. The voices picked up again… “Let’s hang the whore!” “She’ll make a good noose-slut!” Let’s hang the cunt and give her a flying fuck!”

She tried to indicate she didn’t want to go through with this anymore. The money just wasn’t worth suffering this kind of degradation. She’d barely survived drowning, but the way these bastards were treating her there was no way of knowing whether or not she would survive this next part of their breath play.

They noosed her up and then pulled on the rope, taking her up off the floor. She gasped and gurgled as her toes fluttered. But she couldn’t reach it no matter how much she kicked or pedaled.

A hard cock moved right in front of her. She heard a male voice declare, “Better fuck him, cunt, if you want to keep breathing!” Another laughingly said the slut was probably going to orgasm in the noose so she’d better get fucked good and hard to make it worth her while.

Miriam saw the body in front of her, and she tried to climb him with her legs. She pulled him close, only to feel the cock penetrate her dripping sex. She was already full of jizz, another painful humiliation.

To her horror she discovered she had to use her legs to try to climb him even more. It had the effect of making it feel like she was fucking him. He wasn’t standing tall enough for her to rest impaled on his dick.

She felt another cock push up into her cum-filled ass. She grunted with pain and humiliation as they started fucking her together. She tried to ride them, desperately trying to work herself high enough to ease the strain on her neck and to get a decent whisper of air down her throat.

The guys laughed and joked as they surrounded her. “Look at that slut go!” “Ride em, cowgirl!” “The slut sure loves cock, don’t she?” She’s a fucking noose-whore is what she is!” “Just look at her suck on that rubber cock in her mouth! The whore wants more, I tell you!”

Miriam could not help sucking on the phallus between her lips. It was instinctive as she kept trying to inhale. She clenched around the cocks up her cunt and ass, hoping if she got them off they would let her down.

It hurt so much; she could barely get air down her throat. She rasped and gurgled as she kept trying to climb the body in front of her. Then she shuddered in shameful orgasm, clenching so hard she milked them both into leaving deposits of jizz inside her.

They laughed as they both pulled out, leaving her to dangle. Her legs flew outward; she needed that support to come back. Then she felt a big cock ram hard up her ass.

She glurked and grunted as she got another hard ass-fuck. “Better fuck her cunt, or she’s not going to make it, Georg.” That’s when a man stepped in front of her with his rock hard cock.

Once more Miriam lifted her legs up, wrapping them around him to pull him closer. She impaled her pussy on his dick as the one in her ass thrust up and down. It was humiliating as hell.

She felt how red her face had become from lack of oxygen. Her head felt swollen as her heart pounded in her chest. She was getting dizzy and disoriented from lack of air.

They fucked her good and hard, her ass and cunt clenching instinctively. She milked them dry as she suffered through another shameful orgasm. Then her legs dropped and she hung limp again, unable to keep her legs up anymore.

They pulled out, letting her holes drip with cream as she dangled there. Two more moved forward to impale her holes, fucking her cunt and ass. “This whore’s just about had it, eh?” “Better fill those holes with spunk before we’re done with her.” “This slut is still clenching! Can you fucking believe it?”

Her legs hung down; she no longer had the strength to lift them. Miriam wondered if this was how it was going to end for her. Had she signed her life away to some sort of snuff group??

She was dimly aware of cumming again… dimly aware of cocks going off inside her. More jizz leaked out of her cunt and ass. Then she felt hands all over her body.

She was weak and disoriented. Wait; was she being taken down?? Was she still alive? Everything seemed all jumbled up in her mind.

Consciousness started to return. She could hear the guys laughing and taunting her. Then she was dimly aware of being set down upon a…

What the hell? What was this?? She felt cold, thick metal pushing deep into her cunt and ass.

She blinked in confusion as she panted for breath. At least the penis-gag had been removed. But she was vaguely aware of them tying her to some sort of chair, securing her arms while spreading her legs to reveal her swollen cunt.

She tried to shake her head. She was just too weary to go on any longer with this madness. To hell with the money; now she just wanted to go home. But she couldn’t find her voice as she kept coughing up cum and drool.

Something was fitted around her throat, some sort of metal band that tightened ominously. Her eyes opened in alarm as she gasped for breath. Then she felt it tighten even more.

She stiffened as she rasped and gurgled. Then she felt fire in her cunt and ass as electrical current jolted her from the long, thick metal probes. She jerked and shuddered as her cunt sprayed her arousal.

“Look at that! The whore just squirted!” “I told you she was a slut!” “They really picked a good one with her!” “I bet she squirts when she dies!” “What a fucking whore!”

Had she heard right? Were they really going to kill her?? Then someone stepped forward and pushed his cock into her mouth as another pissed into her face.

She jerked and gurgled as the band loosened around her throat. Then it tightened, causing her to stiffen and shudder. He fucked her mouth until he left a deposit on her tongue before pulling out.

She half swallowed/half spilled the creamy load. Then another guy came up to slap her face hard before fucking her mouth. Others laughed as they slapped her tits while she grunted and gurgled in agony.

Once more the band around her throat tightened until she could hardly breathe. Her body stiffened and shuddered as she sprayed her orgasm again. The guys all laughed, calling her a cunt and whore and a slut.

She took more cocks into her mouth, cum spilling off her lips to dribble onto her tits as she kept trying to breathe. The posts in her holes kept jolting her, making her shudder in orgasm. One last hard jolt sent her into oblivion as her throat closed off.

“What do we do with the slut?” “Do we want to hang her, drown her or garrote her?” I think we should hang her. That way we can give this whore a flying fuck after she’s dead.” “I agree. Let’s hang the slut!”

Was she awake? Was she dreaming? Miriam couldn’t tell. It all seemed so hazy.

She felt relief in her holes as she was lifted up out of the chair. She could no longer stand on her own two feet. She was sore all over, sore from her many cums and fucks.

She was carried back to the noose where it was looped around her throat. Then she gawked as she was taken up into the air. Her legs kicked a little as her hands fluttered at her sides.

She was too weak to struggle, too weak to put up a fight. And none of them came up to give her one last flying fuck. They punched her stomach and pushed her around, a couple of them even pissing on her.

Her legs kicked feebly as her hands tried to rise up to claw at the noose around her neck, only to fall uselessly to her sides. She shuddered as she pissed herself. Her toes wriggled as her legs tried to kick. Her arms hitched in vain as drool fell out of her mouth to splatter her cum-soaked tits. Then she quivered as her vision faded away until she wasn’t aware of anything anymore.

The guys all whooped and hollered, saying she had been the best snuff-whore of the three. Then they started coming up in pairs, wanting to give the corpse one last flying fuck. It was a memory they wanted to have, a story they wanted to share.

All twelve of them fucked her in pairs, giving her one last load of cream up her cunt and ass as many took pictures with their cell phones and iPhones. Jizz ran down her legs in rivulets. Her eyes were barely open, her tongue hanging out.

When they were done fucking her, they took her down from the noose. They forced her into a big, black trash bag before each one pissed into it. Then the secretary came back into the room.

She sucked each cock in turn, making them all hard one last time. When she got each one stiff enough, the man went over to the trash bag and spewed his load onto the corpse inside. Miriam got twelve last loads of jizz on her dead, naked body before they were done with her.

Several of the guys carried her toward the back where the kitchen was. They dumped the contents of their lunch into the sack with her, staining her with spaghetti and meatball sauce, sandwich fixings, and all sorts of vegetables. The rest of the trash was thrown in on top of her. Then the bag was sealed up.

Three of the men got dressed enough to haul her out back to the dumpster. They tossed her in, her bag landing on top of the other two women who’d been tossed inside from the past two days. Then they saw the garbage truck come around the corner.

They stood there and watched, smiling at the memories of the past three days. The truck thrust it’s “arms” into the dumpster it was facing. Then it lifted it up over the top before dumping the contents into the back.

The men smiled at the sight of three distinct, black trash bags tumbling into the back of the truck. Then they went back inside. It had been money well spent to come here and fuck three women before snuffing each one in turn.

2018 (written for Miriam from one of her ideas Apr 17 ’18 by riwa)

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Mother and daughter become meat 4 (14)

Posted on June 30, 2018 by riwa

“You sent for me, mother? Who was that on the phone?”

“Mina, that was Faysal,” her mother Hadya answered gravely. “He is on his way even as we speak. I’m afraid there isn’t much time.”

“Time for what, mother? Why is Faysal coming to our house? I don’t understand.” But deep down Mina did understand, and it made her heart beat fast with anxiety.

“I have unsettling news. We are to prepare for the public square.” Hadya was quite subdued, almost in shock. Mina feared her mother might collapse at any moment.

Hadya abruptly settled into a nearby chair, looking as though the weight of the entire world had come upon her. She looked at her daughter for a long moment. Mina saw a single tear roll down her cheek.

She suddenly arose as though the moment had passed. Then Hadya began to remove her garments, having gathered herself. “He will be here soon, Mina. We must prepare. Remove your clothes.”

“Mother??”

Mina swallowed hard. Then she dutifully started to undress. She had always known her mother to be strong. But Hadya was also dutiful and submissive as was her lot in life. If this was required, there was no point in further argument.

Mina removed her garments until she was fully unclothed. Seeing her mother’s breasts and hairy crotch made her realize this was the first time she could remember seeing her mother’s nudity. She winced at a couple of bruises she saw father had left upon her body as a result of his occasional roughness and anger with her.

“Head lowered, Mina,” Hadya reminded her in a firm tone. Mina gulped and nodded. She felt her nipples harden at her mother’s gaze as she became moist down below, moist from fear and anxiety.

There was a knock on the door. Mina kept her head lowered as her mother went to answer it. She heard the voices as her eyes remained on the floor…

“Are you ready, Hadya?”

“We are ready, Faysal.”

“Very well. First I will conduct my inspection.”

Mina dutifully kept her head down as he approached. She was trembling when he brought her wrists behind her back and secured them together with a cord. She glanced up just enough to see her mother being similarly bound. Then she quickly bowed her head submissively.

Male hands groped and pawed her body, squeezing her mounds, rubbing her ass and feeling her up. But it did not feel sexual. Mina felt like she was being inspected, and it was all she could do not to squirm uncomfortably.

“She will bring a good price, Hadya,” Faysal observed. “You and your daughter will both fetch a good price.” Then Mina felt a collar being placed around her neck. A quick glance over showed her naked mother had already been similarly collared.

Hadya gave her a stern look. Mina quickly lowered her head again in submission. Then a leash was attached to her collar.

She gasped as she and her mother were pulled forward to the door. Surely they were not going out in public like this, were they?? Then they were pulled outside.

Mina felt the flush of shame and embarrassment as they made their way to the street. Her nipples hardened again as she became moist down below. But this time it was easy to keep her head down. She did not want to acknowledge the looks that were sure to come their way.

She glanced over to see her mother walking beside her, her nipples also erect. There was some small comfort in knowing they were sharing a similar humiliation. She also noted her mother’s strides were unwavering. If she could be strong despite their humiliation, Mina decided she would do likewise so as not to dishonor her.

She heard voices from many observers as they walked down the street – no, more like they were being paraded. She had witnessed this a couple of times previously with others being led to the public square. So she understood the reason for the public display. It was to alert the neighborhood.

She could hear the footsteps of the followers. There were male voices as some approached. She tried not to react as hands reached out to carefully grab or squeeze at her nudity.

She was trembling and feeling faint, her nipples hard and her pussy dripping shamefully. Next to her Hadya was taking it with grace and submission. It gave Mina the strength to compose herself and to try to walk with that same composure.

There were more voices… more hands. A quick glance over revealed her mother was also being touched and groped. She swallowed hard, fully understanding what was going to happen next.

Her mind tried to fathom what had happened. Had father submitted them for the auction? Had their family given them up? She could think of no other reason or purpose for this. But was any justification really necessary for a family member to be sent to the public square?

It was not as hard as before to walk behind Faysal. Mina deliberately matched his pace. She could not fathom how her beloved mother could handle such a shameful presentation. But she was bearing it as though she had taken this same path naked every day. Thus, Mina was determined to do likewise.

It was a long three kilometers to the public square. Mina suspected they were being taken down a path that would attract the most attention. It would mean more people would be alerted to participate in the auction when they arrived.

Hands continued to grope and fondle her breasts, arms, and ass, keeping her in a constant state of arousal and humiliation. She overheard male voices discussing amongst themselves their value. Mina shivered again with growing apprehension.

She was sure of it now. There could be no other explanation. They were definitely being taken to the public square to be sold.

Would they be bought by someone who wished to use them for his pleasure and the pleasure of his guests? Would they be sold into slave labor? Mina had no idea. It was then all her hopes and dreams of a future with a husband and family withered away like the grass under the scorching midday sun.

Mina kept her eyes squarely on Faysal’s footwear. Where he was leading them, she and her mother would dutifully follow. There was no other option.

She wanted to glance over at her mother, wanted to look up to see her face and those soft brown eyes for reassurance. But she dared not. Any non-submissive gesture on her part might sour the business transaction to come. And that might risk dishonoring her mother.

She heard more voices as the path hardened into cobblestone. It hurt her bare feet, but she bore it without complaint. After all, her mother had not uttered a sound of protest the entire time. She refused to bring her shame as a result of any discomfort she might have to endure.

They slowed as they approached the square. There was an elevated stone platform ahead. She matched her steps with her mother, the two of them carefully stepping up onto stone that had witnessed many auctions before.

Faysal stopped, and she almost ran into him with her quiet determination to follow. She caught herself just in time. She saw her mother standing quietly right next to her, and she vowed to respond in kind as she kept her head lowered.

Faysal called out to the crowd. Now it was confirmed they were being sold, to be bid upon like merchandise. She tried to tune out the voices as her heart rate quickened, her breathing becoming heavy and labored.

Next to her she saw her mother silent and poised. Again she tried to match her strength. Somehow she would get through this in order to make her mother proud.

She saw the lower half of bodies as men came forward. There was more touching and squeezing and inspecting. There were fingers down below as though inspecting her sex, and it made her tremble with shameful arousal. Were they to be sold as sex slaves?

The auction commenced and the bids went up. She gasped involuntarily as she trembled again. Keeping her head down meant she did not have to lock eyes with those who now looked upon her as mere property.

Faysal encouraged the bidding, explaining how valuable they were. Then a male voice made a loud bid. The others lapsed into silence. Was this new voice a man of some importance? Mina had to struggle not to look up to see who had made such a high offering.

There were no other bids. Mina sensed some were now walking away. Then Faysal announced the auction was over.

She glanced over at her mother, desperately wishing to make eye contact. Would it matter now? She let out a hesitant gasp and a whimper, only to hear her mother quietly chastise her… “Mina, be still.”

A new male stepped up onto the platform. Their leashes were handed over. “I will take them to Rakhshan for Husayn.”

“They are in your charge, Rifat.”

Mina stiffened in alarm as she and her mother were led down off the stone platform into the street. Wasn’t Rakhshan the town butcher? Why were they being taken to the butcher??

Her mind churned as she tried to process the possibilities. Was he to hold them until this Husayn arrived to claim his property? Was there some sort of transfer in order? The other option was one she dared not consider. The mere thought of it threatened to send her spiraling into a panic.

Mina kept her head down the entire time. She sensed they were being silently observed by those along the path to the meat shop. She felt the renewed heat of humiliation, although thankfully the pawing and groping had stopped.

They reached Rakhshan’s shop and were taken inside. They stood silent as though waiting for something… or someone. Mina risked a glance over at her mother to see she still had her head bowed, causing her to quickly do the same. It was still embarrassing, and she wished she could somehow make her erect nipples retract.

She heard Rifat call out for the butcher. A voice from the back instructed him to wait a moment. Mina kept still with her head bowed, her heart racing with fright as her mother patiently stood right next to her.

She heard footsteps. Then she heard Rifat tell Rakhshan, “They were purchased special by Husayn.”

“I cannot have them ready until tomorrow. I have one in back who must be prepared. Tell Husayn I can have them ready by tomorrow night.”

Mina did not see Rifat bow deferentially. But she did see him hand their leashes over. Rakhshan ordered “Come” as he tugged on their leashes.

They followed submissively into the back of his shop. They were walked over to a set of small metal cages. Mina saw a naked girl in one with dull, lifeless eyes. She swallowed hard, wondering how long she had been there.

Her wrists were freed as well as the wrists of her mother. The collars and leashes were removed. For a moment she felt human again. Then Rakhshan opened a couple of cages and motioned… “Enter.”

She looked up in alarm as her mother began to dutifully enter her assigned cage by crawling in backward. It was very small. Then the woman caught sight of her daughter looking at her.

“Mina. Obey.”

She jumped as though awakened from a horrible dream. With her heart beating fast she attempted to crawl on her hands and knees backward into her cage. Inside on the floor secured to the corner were a couple of small metal bowls.

When they were inside, Rakhshan closed the doors to both cages. There was no way to stick fingers through far enough to reach the latch to attempt an escape. Mina would not have tried in any event, still wanting to find a way to honor her mother through this incredibly difficult trial.

There was no need to keep her head lowered anymore. She watched as Rakhshan went over to a bucket. But when he brought it over, out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother bow her head. It made her do likewise.

Rakhshan poured water into their metal bowls. That’s when it dawned on her how thirsty she was. But there was no way to pick the bowl up in her hands.

She saw her mother bend forward and begin to lap like a dog. It was humiliating to watch. But she realized it would satisfy her thirst if she did likewise.

Mina stuck her face close and lapped the water. It was lukewarm, but it wet her parched throat. At least it tasted reasonably clean.

After slaking her thirst, there was nothing else to do. Mina carefully examined her surroundings. She saw a long table the butcher worked at as well as hooks in the ceiling of the shop from which a couple of pulleys with thick straps dangled. Clearly this was where he slaughtered and then prepared his meats.

She looked over at her mother, only to see her head lowered and her eyes closed. Was she praying? What could Allah do for them now?? Praying seemed pointless.

Rakhshan returned and began laying out his tools on the long table. He gathered a large bucket and placed it near the pulleys hanging from the ceiling. Then he came over to the cages.

Mina inhaled sharply, fearing the worst. Then she saw he was collecting the lone girl with the dull eyes. She looked to be about Mina’s age, with modest breasts and a head of black hair that stopped at her shoulders.

He opened the cage, reached in and forcefully grabbed for an arm. The girl allowed him to pull her out of the cage and stand her up. He had a small cord in his hands which he used to tie her arms behind her back. Then he led her over to the hooks.

He laid her out on the floor on her back with her legs under the pulleys. He lowered the straps until he could grab them and secure them around each ankle. Then he pulled on the ropes to both pulleys.

The girl gasped anxiously as she was slowly pulled upside down into the air by her ankles. Mina’s heart beat faster as she watched Rakhshan take her all the way up into the air. Her nipples hardened and she became moist again down below as she saw the young woman dangle a couple of feet off the ground, gently swaying back and forth. Then he set the bucket directly beneath her head.

Mina watched with growing anxiety and a perverse arousal as he went over to his table. He picked up what looked like a ceremonial knife and brought it over. That’s when he grabbed the young woman by her head.

At that moment the girl’s eyes flew open as though life had suddenly returned. Mina’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Then she watched as Rakhshan loudly declared “Bismillah!” before dragging the blade across the exposed throat.

The girl jerked at the pain of the cut. Then she started to gurgle, her naked body writhing around as blood pumped out of the wound in the severed neck. Mina shuddered from a flush of warmth inside her as she stared with eyes of horror. Rakhshan calmly walked the knife back to his table.

She watched in utter shock as the poor girl jerked and gurgled in the midst of her death throes. The flow of blood pumped out into the waiting bucket below. Eventually the body settled down until only an occasional muscle spasm indicated she had once been alive. The girl’s eyes were now dull and vacant.

Mina glanced over at her mother. The woman still had her head bowed and appeared to be praying. For all Mina knew, she hadn’t watched any of it… perhaps knowing in advance what was going to happen?

Mina wanted to scream… to cry out… to make some sort of sound to express the horror she felt. But she dared not, not if she wanted to risk dishonoring her mother. Somehow she managed to keep silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing.

Rakhshan walked over to the dangling corpse once the blood had mostly stopped flowing. He used the knife in his hand to remove the head, which by now exhibited an expression of lifeless pain and horror. He calmly took it over and set it on a display tray.

He came back and untied the wrists from behind the back, allowing the arms to dangle. Then he proceeded to sever the hands at the wrists. They joined the head on the tray.

The arms were severed at the shoulders. Mina was now witnessing a woman being butchered. And still her mother remained silent with her head bowed low.

Another bucket was brought over. Rakhshan took a knife and cut into the dead girl’s stomach. Out spilled her entrails as he dug inside to pull out all the organs.

Mina began to feel faint as she watched the entire process… faint and perversely aroused. The girl was gutted and then split in half, both parts dangling from their assigned pulleys. Then she was cut at the waist into quarters.

The quarters were separately taken over to the table where they were cut into smaller sizes. Mina felt another wave of dizziness mixed with a strange arousal. It made her dip her mouth into the bowl of water, hoping she could clear the bile that wanted to rise up in her throat.

All that afternoon Rakhshan quietly cut up the body of the girl he had butchered. When the legs came down, he severed the feet and put them on the tray with the hands and the head. He paid no attention whatsoever to his two remaining charges.

Mina looked over at her mother. She needed something from her now – a word, a glance… something! But her head was still bowed. She appeared to be praying the entire time.

Rakhshan brought the bucket of water over to make sure their bowls were filled. Then he brought over a partially filled sack. Something was poured through the wires into their empty bowls.

Mina assumed it was their evening meal. It reminded her of food one gave to a dog. But she was hungry, and she forced herself to stick her mouth into the bowl and eat.

The taste was not pleasant. But it eased her hunger. Then Rakhshan left the rear of the shop for the night, turning the lights out and plunging them into darkness.

All was quiet. Mina had a difficult time bearing the silence. In a trembling voice she finally called out, “Mother?”

“You must pray, Mina. There is nothing left for us now. You must pray.”

“Mother?”

“You must pray.”

“Allah does not hear us, mother! He cannot save us!”

“It is His will, child. You must be silent. You must pray.”

Mina lapsed into silence. This time it seemed her mother had no words of comfort. But after all, what could she say that might offer the least little reassurance? Their fate would still be the same.

She bowed her head and tried to pray. But the words would not come. She could not fathom a god who would allow them to be butchered in such a manner.

She looked over at her mother: so devout and so strong. Mina swallowed hard. There was nothing left to do now but strive not to dishonor her.

The cage was uncomfortable; it was not designed for sleep. But somehow Mina’s body found a way. Stress and exhaustion overcame her discomfort, allowing her to drift off.

Horrible nightmares awakened her, causing her to cry out. She turned to see her mother bowed low. Was she sleeping or praying? What did it matter? There was nothing else to do.

She drifted off to sleep again, only to awaken some time later to find the lights were on. It was morning, and Rakhshan was at his table preparing his instruments. The bucket had already been placed near the pulleys.

Mina inhaled sharply as she looked over at Hadya. She was still bowed low. Mina decided she would not challenge the faith of her mother at this moment in their lives.

And why should she; what would be the point? She did not want to shake her mother’s faith. Hadya’s faith was in Allah… and her faith was in her mother.

Rakhshan calmly walked over to the cages. Mina gasped in horror as a tear welled up in her eye. Then he opened her mother’s cage.

Hadya dutifully offered an arm which he accepted. She went willingly as he pulled her out and stood her up. Then he tied her arms behind her back with the cord he had brought along.

Mina’s heart beat fast as she watched in wide-eyed horror, her nipples hardening all over again in shameful arousal. Rakhshan led her naked mother over to the pulleys where he laid her out on her back. Then he lowered the straps attached to each pulley.

He wrapped each one around Hadya’s ankles. Then he pulled on the pulleys in unison. Mina’s mother was slowly taken upside down into the air and was left to gently swing back and forth.

Hadya’s brown hair hung down as her breasts sagged. There was a glisten of moisture in the hair of her crotch. Her nipples were exceedingly erect.

Mina stared in speechless horror as her arousal shamefully intensified. She wanted to cry out, to beg Rakhshan to spare her mother. But there was something in her mother’s eyes that prevented her from calling to her. Somehow she held her tongue.

Rakhshan placed a bucket directly underneath Hadya’s head. Then he went over to retrieve the ceremonial dagger. Mina’s breath caught in her throat as he calmly walked it over.

She saw her mother deliberately close her eyes as Rakhshan grabbed her head. She watched helplessly as he loudly declared “Bismillah!” Then he dragged the blade expertly across the exposed throat.

Her mother’s eyes flew open at the suddenly infliction of pain. Then her naked body started jerking about as blood flowed out of the wound into the bucket. It even looked like there might have been a little fluid expelled out of the hairy crotch.

Mina stared in shock, shuddering from a shameful warmth at the casual slaughter of her mother as her heart pound loudly in her chest. To this point it had all seemed so surreal. Now she was witnessing the death of her mother. Mina acknowledged she was now all alone in the world, alone to serve as witness as her mother’s life’s blood poured into the waiting bucket below.

Rakhshan returned the dagger to his table. He retrieved the other blade and brought it over. He waited until most of the blood had drained away. Then he began to calmly sever Hadya’s head from the rest of her body.

Mina went numb: numb with shock and numb with grief at the loss of her mother as the butcher cut into her so casually. Her eyes witnessed it all: the severing of the head, the freeing of the arms to dangle at the sides, the taking of the hands, the removal of the arms. Mina saw it all, but it was as though it did not register… could not register

She witnessed the gutting of her mother, the splitting of the body into halves, and then the quartering. Each section was taken over and sliced up into smaller parcels. Mina watched dully with a strange arousal until she no longer recognized her mother as anything but parcels of meat.

Rakhshan finished the process of butchering. Then the separate pieces were hauled away. The table was cleaned and the buckets taken out until no evidence of her mother remained. It was as though all traces of the woman had been wiped away.

Rakhshan returned to pour more water into her bowl. But Mina did not eat or drink. It was as though her ability to function had been taken from her.

She was left alone for a moment. But all Mina could do was stare at the location where her mother had died. Her mind simply could not process the information.

Rakhshan returned with a couple of nude women. They looked like they could have been sisters. Mina hardly registered their presence. But she did hear them gasp in alarm, each one crying softly.

She barely registered Rakhshan getting his table ready for the afternoon. The buckets were readied, the knives prepared. Then he came over to her cage.

She put up no resistance as he opened it up, reached inside and grabbed her arm. He pulled her out and secured her arms behind her back with a cord. Mina was too numb to react or resist.

He walked her over and laid her down on the ground on her back. The pulleys were lowered; the straps fitted around her ankles. Then she was slowly taken up into the air to gently swing back and forth.

At that moment something seemed to penetrate. Her nipples stiffened as her crotch once again grew moist. She felt a growing arousal that felt shameful yet welcome.

Her senses returned in time to see two frightened young woman in cages watching her with horrified expressions on their faces. She cracked the faintest hint of a smile of sadness that she could not help or comfort them. She wondered if they felt the same strange excitement she was now experiencing.

A hand grasped her head. She heard the word “Bismillah!” before she felt the blade cut across her throat. The pain registered as her eyes flew open in shock. Then her naked body flushed with a pleasurable warmth as she began to jerk around, her life bleeding out into the waiting bucket below.

The last thing she saw were the faces of those two horrified girls. But her last thought was the hope she had not dishonored her mother. Then the pain and humiliation mercifully faded away into nothingness…

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Beach Blanket Beheading 4.3 (18)

Posted on June 30, 2018 by riwa

My fate was sealed the day Mitch ordered that metal framed guillotine. I was dubious if the damned thing even worked. But he assembled it that evening, took the watermelon I was going to serve at our picnic the next day, and then chopped that sucker clean in half.

I jerked as the blade came down with a whoosh and bottomed out. I looked at him with a mixture of fear and desire. Then he reset the blade before grandly motioning for me to try it out.

“Is it safe?” I stammered.

“I locked it down,” he told me with a smile. “Or don’t you trust me.”

“I’m n-not sure.”

“Then don’t stick your head in there, Cheryl. Nobody’s making you do what you don’t want to do.”

I looked at the damned thing as a surge of incredibly erotic tingles hit me hard. I looked at Mitch and then I looked at it again. I was trembling as I finally got down on my hands and knees.

I removed the top of the lunette. Then I stuck my head through. You have no idea the terror that coursed through my body. Nor can I explain how utterly thrilling it was.

I pulled my head out gasping, “That’s more than enough.” Mitch just laughed at me. But I was so fucking horny that I took him right to bed and fucked him silly.

—

The next day I was in the guest room looking at the damned thing when he came in and startled me. “Want to put your head in it again, honey?” I told him I wasn’t sure.

He walked up to the frame and gave it a good shake. The blade remained locked in position. “It’s not coming down unless I set it to come down, Cheryl.”

I gave him a dubious look. Then I carefully stuck my arm through, only to jerk it back out. I still wasn’t sure I trusted him.

“Go ahead and give it a shake. The blade won’t come down.” But I was afraid of even touching the damned thing.

I hesitantly reached out and touched the cold, metal frame. The terror returned, along with a massive wetness down in my crotch. So I gave it a little shake before jerking my hand away.

Nothing. It was just as he’d said. “Let’s go on that picnic,” he laughed. “At least you won’t have to cut the watermelon in half now.” I just punched him in the shoulder.

After returning from our picnic, I wandered into that room again. I looked at the crazy contraption and felt a strange longing. It was as though the damned thing was calling to me.

Mitch came into the room and laughed at me. “Can’t resist, eh? Go ahead… stick your head through. It ain’t coming down unless I set it to come down.”

A little bolder now, I gave it a good shake. Then I removed the lunette and stuck my head through. I felt the return of that fear as well as an incredible surge of sexual arousal.

Everything inside me told me to get my head out of there. But my hands were glued to the floor as I knelt there on all fours. I couldn’t move as I stammered, “G-gawd; get me out of h-here!”

He laughed as he pulled me out. I was trembling like crazy. He just carried me to the bedroom where we fucked like rabbits.

—

I was distracted at work all next day, thinking about that damned guillotine. I was the first one home as Mitch must’ve still been in traffic. It gave me a chance to go into that room alone.

I gave the machine a shake, confirming the blade still seemed to be secured. Then I removed the lunette and stuck my head inside. The terror returned, but not nearly as strong.

My arousal was totally off the charts. I reached back, pulled my skirt away and rubbed my crotch through my panties. They were totally soaked. It was probably less than a minute before I had an orgasm while kneeling there.

I pulled my head out, gasping madly for breath. It had felt terrifying, yet incredible. What would it feel like if I was kneeling there nude??

I checked the clock and confirmed Mitch wouldn’t be home for a few more minutes. I had time to try it out by myself if I wanted. That’s when I stripped out of my clothes right then and there.

Once more I knelt with my head in the opening. This time I adjusted the lunette so it would come down on my neck. The moment I felt it touch my skin I had another incredible orgasm.

I lifted it up and pulled my head back out, gasping like crazy. I was totally soaked, making a mess on the floor. But those two orgasms in the midst of pure terror had felt unbelievable.

I composed myself before slowly putting my neck in the lunette once more. I brought it down on top of my neck, locking my head in place. Then I moaned as I reached back and fingered myself.

Hell, that cum didn’t take long either! Barely a minute passed before I was shuddering in orgasm. Then I felt a surge of panic as I came down off that high.

I lifted up the lunette and frantically pulled my head out before sitting on my ass. I looked up, half expecting the damned blade to plummet. But it didn’t move an inch.

At that moment I heard Mitch walk in the door. I gasped for breath, my heart racing. I didn’t want him to see me like this!

It was too late to get dressed. I heard him calling my name before he came back to look in the room. “Damn, Cheryl,” he laughed. “Did you stick your head in the lunette without your clothes on?”

“What do you think?” I shot back sarcastically while panting wildly for breath.

I watched incredulously as he started to undress. “What the hell are you doing, Mitch??” He just laughed as he removed all his clothes, revealing a cock that was starting to harden.

He grabbed me and forced me over to the guillotine. “Wait; what are you doing??” That’s when I really started hyperventilating.

He stuck my head through and then brought the lunette down. I tried to force it back up, but he must have latched it in place. I was stuck there on my hands and knees, trembling like crazy while unable to get my breath back.

A surge of erotic terror flushed warmly through my body. Then he pushed his cock into my pussy. “Does the condemned have a last request?” he asked as he started fucking me.

“Mitch… MITCH… OHMYFUCKINGGAWD!”

I was terrified. I was also aroused like you wouldn’t believe. He didn’t fuck me more than a couple minutes before I screamed his name in orgasm, shuddering hard while clenching like crazy.

He fucked me nice and slow as I panted for breath. I gasped, “Mitch, get me out of here!”

“Not yet,” he laughed as he pulled out.

I felt him push his cock against my sphincter. I cried out, “Fuck; NO; not my ass??” But I was used to taking it up my shithole, and my butt naturally unclenched for him.

“The condemned always get it up the ass before they lose their heads,” he said with a laugh. I started crying out, thinking this time I was going to lose my head for sure. Then he reached under to finger my button.

I screamed as I clenched from one hell of an O. A moment later I felt him empty himself deep in my rectum. I shuddered hard at the sensation of his hot seed until I went all dizzy and disoriented.

I was still in a daze when he released me from the lunette. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, panting like crazy. He just smiled, picked me up, and then carried me off to the bedroom where we fucked all over again.

—

After that, we started fucking with me in the guillotine more often. Sometimes he made me suck his cock before he fucked me from behind. A couple times he tied my wrists behind my back. I usually came so incredibly hard. Hell, one time I thought I was going to pass out.

A couple weeks later we packed up the guillotine and went for a drive. We drove out into the desert and took a side road to a set of ruts we followed. A couple miles later, we ended up at a small clearing with a set of trees.

We spread out a blanket for a picnic. Then he pulled out the guillotine and set it up. That’s when I got the shivers something fierce.

I was stripped naked, my hands cuffed behind my back. Then I was forced onto my knees. My head was shoved through the lunette and locked in.

“Any last words?” he asked as that familiar sensation of terror flooded through my body. Was he going to behead me and then bury me out here where no one would ever find me??

Before I could answer he shoved his cock down my throat. He fucked my mouth hard, pulling out and leaving me gasping for breath before he went around back. Then he poked my ass with his cock, fucking me until I howled my orgasm to the heavens as he left a deposit deep up my rectum.

I was limp as a rag doll when he pulled me out of the guillotine. He stuck a head of lettuce in the opening before dropping the blade, making me jump as it sliced it clean in half. “Justice is served!” he announced grandly. Then we fucked on the blanket until it was time to go home.

After that we began taking drives to different locations where he would set up the guillotine for me. Every time he put me in it, it scared the shit out of me thinking this was the time he was going to behead me. And every time I had one hell of an O before we continued our fucking on the ground or in the back of the car.

Once we drove up into the mountains. We followed a trail that dead-ended halfway up a particular ridge. It left us with quite a view of the valley.

He set up the guillotine before granting me a last meal of crackers and cheese. Then he stripped me naked. He cuffed my hands behind my back before marching me over to the guillotine.

I was so scared I had tears in my eyes. I was shaking like a leaf as he made me kneel, sticking my head through the opening. He brought the lunette down and secured it, leaving me trembling and whimpering like crazy.

I gave the executioner his usual tip, sucking his cock as he stood in front of me. Then he hooked a rope up to the blade. “Open your mouth!” he demanded.

I did it without even thinking. “Now bite down and don’t let go.” Again, I did as I was asked. It felt like I had the weight of the blade between my teeth.

“Don’t let go, Cheryl, or you’ll lose your head.” That’s when I cried out in terror as he disappeared. I was left there all alone, a breeze caressing me as I writhed and whimpered while biting down on that rope. My pussy was dripping like crazy.

I screamed his name through the rope in my mouth. Then I felt his fingers rubbing between my legs. He found my button and fingered me while I was filled with terror as well as an insane arousal.

He slowly pushed into my cunt and then started thrusting. It was nice and slow; he was taking his sweet, fucking time. I was filled with such terror mixed with an insane arousal like you wouldn’t believe.

He fucked me for a good five minutes like that. Somehow I managed to hold my orgasm back. I’d gotten better at lasting in the guillotine. Now my life depended on it as I usually opened my mouth and screamed his name whenever I came hard.

He slowly pulled out, leaving me panting for breath through my nose. I thought I was going to lose the rope for sure, and I clamped down even harder with my teeth. Then I felt him push his cock into my ass.

Gawd; no! I felt so slutty being fucked up my shithole that those orgasms were usually the most intense. I was never going to be able to hold onto the rope if I came.

He fucked me for another five minutes. I writhed and whimpered, wincing like hell to hold it back. I was on fire with fear as well as a terrible arousal.

He came around without cumming in my ass. I felt him take the rope from my teeth, although I had to force myself to open my jaws. Then he jammed his cock down my throat and gave me such a load that I almost choked on it.

When he let me out of the guillotine I was weak as water. He cuddled with me before stretching me out on the ground and making love to me. In no time at all I was orgasming up a storm.

—

The rope between my teeth became a part of our play. It seemed like I was just getting comfortable before he would add something else to renew the terror. And the rope in my mouth certainly accomplished that.

One night I fixed a meal I wasn’t particularly proud of. After doing the dishes, he came in and said he’d had enough of my “piss-poor meals”. He told me he was going to put my head in a jar and keep it in the bedroom to show his next conquest.

He tore the clothes off my body before cuffing my hands behind my back. Then he marched me into the guest room. I was forced to kneel until he locked my head in the lunette. Then the rope came down between my teeth.

He left me like that for what felt like hours, although it only turned out to be fifteen minutes. When he came in naked after a shower he acted surprised I was still alive. So I got his cock up my ass.

He fucked me good and hard until I felt his hot seed inside me. That’s when I lost the rope as I screamed. Then I passed out.

When I awakened I was lying on the floor out of the lunette. “What happened?” I stammered as I tried to compose myself. He tugged on the rope before letting go, revealing the blade had been locked in place the entire time.

“You bastard!”

“How hard did you cum, Cheryl?”

“I came so fucking hard that I… you BASTARD!” He just laughed as he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom where we fucked ourselves senseless.

—

Once more the terror began to ease for me as we played our wicked games. The rope would often get placed between my teeth. But now I always wondered if the blade was locked in place, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk finding out.

I guess I liked the idea of holding my life between my pearly whites. I even told him so after one particularly erotic session. “Well, maybe you’d better not risk it, Cheryl,” he told me with a smile. “Lately I’ve been experimenting with setting the blade free whenever the rope’s been in your mouth. You once said you liked that idea. A couple times there I thought I was going to lose you.”

I blanched as I felt an erotic tremor ripple through me. Was he kidding me?? Had he really been testing me?? Looking back, it sure seemed like a couple of times it felt like I truly had the weight of the blade straining in my teeth.

We’d run out of different places out in the countryside to play our game. I finally suggested we go to the beach. We could set it up in the surf. That would certainly add to the drama, especially if I had the rope between my teeth again.

We set up some vacation time together and drove to the coast for a couple of days. We searched around for a nice, quiet spot on a lonely stretch of beach. We finally found what we were looking for.

We drove down a rutted road to this spot where the waves came in pretty dramatically. It gave me a thrill thinking I could lose my head in the sand. I laughed as I told Mitch he could always let the tide carry my head and corpse away.

We set up out on the edge of the water. We decided we wouldn’t tie me up since we wanted me to be on all fours to make the guillotine more secure. Just fucking with the rope between my teeth would be more than enough of a thrill.

I felt that familiar fear and terror as the water started coming in. Mitch calmly asked, “Do you want the weight of the blade this time or not?”

“Give it to me!” I declared. I was so fucking horny that I couldn’t think straight.

He started out by fucking my mouth first. I thrilled at giving him head, wondering if this was going to be the time I was also going to “give him head”. Then a cold wave came in, making me cry out with his cock down my throat.

He pulled out before looking at me dubiously. “Are you sure you want the rope, Cheryl?”

“Just give it to me! You know what to do! If I lose my head, I want you to fuck my skull and body before you say goodbye.”

I laughed nervously as he situated the rope between my teeth. I felt another erotic thrill shiver through me. Then the terror began to rise up within me once more.

He started fucking my cunt as the waves came in. The water was cold and my teeth started to chatter. That’s when I realized I hadn’t thought it all the way through.

I clamped down tighter with my mouth as he thrust in and out of my pussy. The thrill and the terror intensified. That’s when I really started to get scared.

I began trying to get his attention, telling him the rope was getting hard to hold onto. Moisture was accumulating; I could feel it slipping a little.

I tried to scream out, “MITCH – MITCH; I’M LOSING IT!” But I think he just thought I was cumming. The waves were too loud; he couldn’t hear what I was trying to say through that rope in my mouth.

My hands slipped in the sand as the water washed all around us. I felt myself starting to lose my position as well as my grip on the rope. I let out one last scream of “MIIIIIIIIIITCH!” Then it was gone from my mouth as a sharp pain came down on my neck…

+++++

Epilogue: Mitch couldn’t hear his wife trying to get his attention. Her body reacted as though she was enjoying the fuck. It was only when he felt her cunt clench tightly around his cock that he looked up and saw blood spurting up from his wife’s severed neck as she reflexively rose up on her knees.

It shocked him as his cock went off up her pussy. Her head rolled in the tide from the waves as he crawled over to pick it up. She had a shocked look on her face.

He felt an intense sadness. But he figured she would want him to enjoy her body a few minutes longer. So he stuck his cock in her mouth.

For a moment he thought he saw her eyes twitch as though she could feel him between her lips. Then her expression sagged tiredly. That’s when he knew she was gone.

He fucked her skull in both ends before fucking her ass. The tide came in halfway up his knees as he propped her up and fucked her. He finally pumped a smaller load into her rectum. Then he pulled out.

He lifted up her head and kissed her dead lips. Then he grabbed an arm with one hand as he carried her head by a handful of hair in the other. He carried her out to sea, swimming in water that dropped away some 20 feet below before letting go.

He stuck his head underwater and saw the tide taking her corpse further and further out. He kissed her lips one last time before letting go of the head. It started to sink to the bottom, the tide carrying it out into deeper water.

He turned and swam back to shore, half-tempted to drown himself. But he knew she wouldn’t want that. She would want him to go on, perhaps finding another crazy bitch to play the game.

He looked at the guillotine for a long moment before dismantling it. He was half tempted to haul it out to sea as well. But he knew Cheryl would want him to get some more use out of it. So he carried it back to the car before packing up all their belongings and driving away.

2018 (written Apr 6 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on June 27, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming July rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Gianna wants to become a member of Pi Omicron Ro Nu and must submit to sexual asphyxiation.
Ophelia goes for a boat ride, suspecting she might have to “swim” back to shore.
Three women (including twins) go for a naked swim in a dive pool where it soon becomes two against one.
And who knows what else.

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

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The Glass Tub Chronicles (plus bonus) (6-5-18)

11516 – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new story illustrated with JustPaul renders plus a bonus story recently edited with the addition of nearly 700 words.

The Glass Tub Chronicles – Glass tubs have been recently installed in a handful of bungalows in Miami. If they could talk, these are a couple of erotic tales they might tell about a honeymooning couple and a marine biologist with his date. (18 pages; 15 illustrations)

Daydreaming – This was originally written as a story idea for an Aquatapes clip. She is in the pool daydreaming, getting off to erotic thoughts of what might happen if things went a little too far between her and her man at the bottom of the pool. (11 pages)

Robyn and Holly 2 (plus bonus) (6-16-18)

11879 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of stories for your reading enjoyment. Two of them are older stories recently edited. But I included a new story I recently finished.

Robyn and Holly 2 – Holly is taken away by ambulance and survives her ordeal. She begins to conspire with Emma to do something to Robyn to get back at her. But when Robyn becomes paranoid, will Emma find herself taking a swim in the filtration tank? (11 pages)

You do mine and I’ll do yours – Jack and Dave decide to get rid of their troublesome wives by taking them out on a boat and disposing of them while in scuba gear, each one doing the other’s wife. (7 pages)

The beach blowjob queen – Miriam has been sucking a lot of cocks that don’t belong to her. Karene decides to teach her a lesson by burying her in sand up to her neck and then making her suck the cock of every male there. But will she leave her behind when the tide starts to come in? (8 pages)

Team Discipline 4 (plus bonus) (6-25-18)

11480 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix that also features your favorite club in action.

Team Discipline 4 – The conclusion. Erin and Craig must hold their breath during a long synchro routine. But when they are on the verge of finally being released, they are dropped once more into the deep end. Will Erin take advantage of the situation with Craig when she gets the chance? (12 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 4 – The conclusion. Vanessa is put into the water tank onstage. Jim is given a remote that controls the flow, teasing her with it while insisting she put on an erotic show for everyone. But will he choose to fill the tank while she is still in it? (8 pages)

Plus a short, unadvertised bonus “dry” story involving rope around the neck. (4 pages)

Apartment Neighbors (6-25-18) (reactivated 6-25-18)

13666 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a repost of the Apartment Neighbors trilogy, complete with 32 illustrating renders courtesy of JustPaul.

In part 1 she uses her clawfoot bathtub to hold her breath and masturbate while using a playtoy. She also imagines what her apartment neighbor on the other side of the wall might be doing in his bathtub… and what he might do to her if he was with her in her bathroom. (14 pages)

In part 2, after sharing a meal together she invites him to join her in her bathroom for a little dunking, breath-holding fun. (16 pages)

In part 3 she wants to be pushed into some underwater breath-holding oral fun involving some bondage. (12 pages)

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Carl the scuba diver 2 4.3 (7)

Posted on June 24, 2018 by riwa

In the end Carl wasn’t sure why the hell he had drowned that stupid realtor. He wanted to blame it on her snotty attitude. But no one deserved to be drowned like that. What’s more, he’d enjoyed it so much that it had sexually turned him on.

How was that possible? How could he be so cruel enjoying drowning a woman like that? And what was it that had made him hump her after drowning her?

He suspected a part of the answer was obvious. His wife had run off with some rich executive, even though he’d been busting his ass to provide a good living. Hell, they had a nice house with a pool out back. But it hadn’t been enough to satisfy her.

Had she really loved him? At one point he’d thought so. But who knew what lurked in the heart of the average woman. Maybe the executive had offered her something he couldn’t, starting with a lifestyle she wanted that he couldn’t afford.

Carl tried not to think about that realtor he’d drowned. The news reports suggested she had taken her clothes off for a swim and had accidentally drowned herself. He hadn’t even been contacted by the authorities. And that was odd.

Had she not kept his name written down anywhere? Had she obliterated all evidence of her communication with him in the hopes of not having a record of their contact? Was she that desperate to wipe him off her books to avoid paying him? So many questions with so few answers.

Carl focused on getting more jobs, trying to keep up the payments on the house. But his scuba gear was starting to show its age. It was in desperate need of an upgrade, but he kept pushing it back due to the costs involved. Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and make the necessary changes before his tank and reg gave out in the middle of a job.

He placed calls to a couple of well publicized dive shops, but those didn’t pan out. Their equipment was expensive, and they wanted their money up front. He was low on funds and needed another job just to pay for the equipment he wanted to upgrade.

He finally placed a call to a lower-end business he knew about. He hadn’t heard great things about them. But he really did need the upgrade. So he decided it wouldn’t hurt to check them out.

He got some woman on the phone who seemed eager for his business. He told her what he was looking for, but that he couldn’t pay her right away. She told him they could work something out and that she would be more than happy to bring the gear out to him.

There was something about her that sounded off to Carl. She really seemed anxious to make a sale. Were they that desperate to push something off on him? It made him leery.

“You don’t have to come out here,” he said warily. “Why don’t I come in and see what you’ve got?”

“No need” was the reply. “I’ll be happy to bring it out. Where do you live?”

He gave her the address, unsure where this was going to lead. “I’ll bring it out tomorrow afternoon,” she replied eagerly. “I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.” And with that she promptly hung up before he could change his mind.

Carl shook his head; the whole thing felt suspicious. The woman sounded a little too eager for his peace of mind. He just hoped she wouldn’t give him a hard-sell when she arrived.

—

The next day was spent trying to pick up a couple of pool repairs without success. After lunch Carl confined himself to the house until she arrived. He had no idea when she was going to get there. But he wanted to be present when she showed up since she was willing to come out with the equipment.

The afternoon dragged on, and still no representative. He was beginning to get concerned. Maybe he should have insisted on going to the dive shop himself. It was aggravating being forced to spend the entire afternoon waiting for her.

Evening came and she still hadn’t showed. Carl was becoming more frustrated at the loss of an entire afternoon that could have been better spent trying to pick up a pool repair for some extra income. He hoped this woman had something decent to show him to offset the wasted day.

At 7pm he finally heard a knock at the door. He opened it up to see a woman in a black skirt and white blouse. She had a scuba taken in one hand and the hoses draped over her shoulder. She looked like she’d had a long, trying day.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said in a rush as she brushed past him into the house. “I brought a tank and hose out with me. I hope you’re still interested. Would you like to try it out?”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied hesitantly, unsure he was comfortable with her coming in so aggressively like that. “I have a pool out back. Let’s see how it works.”

“Great!” she blurted out as she headed off toward the back of the house to find the door to the backyard. She even shrugged off his efforts to assist her.

“Don’t worry; I’ve got it, sir.” Then she muttered “You have no idea what kind of a day I’ve had” as though she was making an observation without really speaking to him.

She took it out back and set it down by the pool as he stayed inside to change into his trunks. She looked around but did not see his equipment lying around. She loudly called out, “Sir… where’s your scuba gear?”

“It’s out in my truck! I was hoping to pick up a job today! You realize I can’t afford to pay you tonight, right?”

“That’s ok! I think we can work something out!”

He came out in his trunks to see her standing there by the side of the pool. She certainly seemed attractive enough. A quick glance at the gear showed promise.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said as he started hooking up the hoses.

“I promise you’re going to like it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Anyway it seems to be all right so far.”

“Sir, we can make you a really good deal on it if you’re interested. I think you’re going to be happy you called us.”

“Don’t you have to talk to your manager first about making a deal?”

“No, sir,” she replied eagerly. “I’m authorized to give you a good price.”

He eyed her carefully before muttering, “You sure seem eager to make a sale, ma’am.”

“It’s a mixture of the competition and the economy, sir. We’re certainly glad you called us. We’d really like to accommodate your needs if we can.” Then she sighed as she shook her head.

“Something wrong, ma’am?”

“It’s just that I’ve had a long day and I’ve been running myself ragged. I got two cancelations, three pools I had to go check, a drive clear across town that didn’t pan out, and then back over here to see you. I wasn’t even sure I was going to make it. You were a last minute addition to my schedule so I barely remembered your address.”

“Taking the initiative to make a sale, eh?”

“I was running late; I didn’t even put you down on my route. Hell, I don’t think anyone knows I’m out here. I guess I just really wanted to make this sale.”

“Well, I’ll try not to keep you too long.” Then he went and picked up an extra dive mask from a nearby shelf.

He was irritated she’d arrived so late. But she seemed eager to sell him the gear. If it worked ok, he supposed he might be agreeable so long as he could pay her in a couple of days.

“So what do you think? It’s good, right?”

“Seems to be ok so far,” he observed as he finished attaching the hose. Then he hefted it up onto his back and strapped it on.

He tried a few experimental breaths, confirming the regulator was working. It was definitely an upgrade over what was out in his truck. But the biggest test would be getting it into the water. That’s where he would know for sure whether or not it would serve his needs.

“It’s good, isn’t it? You like it, right?” Her hands were on her hips as though she fully expected to convince him to buy the gear.

Carl looked at her for a long moment. That’s when he found himself thinking of that realtor he’d drowned. Amazingly his cock began to stiffen.

He shook the thought out of his head as he got into the water. He swam around, breathing easily from the regulator. She came right up to the edge of the pool, watching excitedly.

He saw her right there, and his cock got even harder as an unbelievable thought struck him. He surfaced, grabbed an arm without thinking, and then jerked her into the pool. She hit the water with a splash. Carl got a good look at her legs and thong underwear as her skirt rode up her body.

She let out a bubbly cry before shooting up to the surface. He didn’t dare let her cry out since he’d committed himself, even though he lived on the outskirts of the city. So Carl wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back under.

She bubbled as she struggled in his grasp. His cock got even harder as she let out a bubbly cry. It felt good pressing his dick up against her as she wriggled and squirmed.

She broke away and shot up to the surface. He cursed himself as he went up and grabbed an ankle. She didn’t get out much of a cry before he pulled her back down.

She bubbled as he held on tight. This time he was determined not to let her go. She kicked and flailed, struggling to break free.

There was a sudden surge of activity as she panicked, thrashing about in his grasp. He held on tight, making sure she couldn’t get free. That’s when her lungs gave out.

He heard the gulp of water. Then she went into spasms. He turned her around and saw the horror in her eyes as her body hitched and convulsed.

She spasmed as she coughed up bubbles. His cock was so hard; he was so turned on. Her convulsions lessened as she gulped one last time. Then she seemed to tire as she went limp in his grasp. That’s when his cock went off in his trunks.

He looked at her closely, examining the look of horror in her eyes. He saw the open mouth, the occasional bubble slipping away. Damn; it was more arousing than the last one he’d drowned!

He peeled the skirt down off her legs. Then he removed the blouse along with the black halter top underneath, revealing her tits. Her nipples were incredibly hard.

He thought about that realtor and the regrets he’d had about not doing more with her drowned body while he had the chance. Now he had another one right here in his grasp. He could do anything he wanted to her since no one even knew she was out here.

He removed the thong before feeling her up. He stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy and discovered she was wet and lubricated. Had her body become aroused in her final moments?

Her mouth was open in such an inviting manner that it gave him an idea. He pulled his trunks off and then pulled her face down to his dick. Then he thrust in and out of her lips as he exhaled heavily. It was an incredible sensation.

He looked at her pussy and considered the matter further. His friend had a boat down at the marina he was welcome to use any time he desired. He could always haul her out to sea and drop her into the depths when he was done with her. So why the hell not?

He pulled her down into his lap, impaling her on his erection. It felt absolutely incredible. She was nice and tight.

Carl bounced her up and down on his dick, enjoying how it felt. She just stared with unseeing eyes as he fucked a couple stray bubbles out of her. The fact he was fucking a drowned woman was even more of a turn-on.

He straightened up, turned her over, and then thrust into her from behind, pounding her while holding onto her hips. The occasional bubble was fucked out of her lungs. It was arousing as hell.

He fucked the yielding corpse in several different positions before ultimately lying her flat on her back at the bottom of the pool. Then he fucked her good and hard until he left a deposit deep inside her. She just stared with lifeless eyes, her hair billowing all around as her head jerked around from his thrusts.

He grasped her in his outstretched hands, admiring her naked body. He sucked on her erect nipples, feeling her up one last time. That’s when he decided it was probably time to dispose of her body, telling himself he’d get rid of her vehicle after he tossed her overboard.

He pulled her out of the water. Then he tossed her and her clothes into a trunk he had in a spare room. He hauled it out to his truck before driving down to the marina after dark.

He made sure no one saw him as he dragged the trunk to his buddy’s boat. Then he drove her out to sea. He weighed her down and then dumped her over the side, mentally thanking her for the fuck and the new gear. He was especially appreciative how much he’d saved by dealing with her personally…

2018 (Written Mar 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the preview pictures from the H2Ogems.com clip “Scuba Rep”. Pictures used for illustration purposes only.)

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Another hanging in the park 4.3 (7)

Posted on June 24, 2018 by riwa

Mabel paused to look at the tree again. She stood there for the longest time, trying to imagine what it must have felt like for Giulia Farnici. After all, the authorities had found her hanging naked from a noose from this very tree.

What had she experienced during those final moments as the rope closed off her throat? What had it felt like? She could only imagine.

Was it suicide as some had speculated? Or was it murder? Mabel suspected the latter. After all, how could the woman have managed to hang herself like that?

She saw a middle-aged man approach with his little black terrier on a leash. She knew him as this was his regular route. She smiled and nodded.

“Good morning, Cyril. Taking Curly out for his walk?”

“You seem to like this spot, Mabel. Didn’t I see you here last week… and the week before?” She lowered her head and blushed.

“What brings you here time after time?”

“I must confess I cannot help thinking about her… about what it must have felt like.”

“Would you like to share your thoughts with me… perhaps over coffee? There’s a peddler on the street I know who makes good coffee.”

“I am a woman of mystery, Cyril. Some secrets I prefer to keep to myself.”

“Then perhaps just the coffee?” he offered with a smile.

She knelt and petted the friendly terrier. As usual the dog seemed happy to see her. “Perhaps for Curly’s sake,” she chuckled pleasantly.

He chivalrously offered his arm. She took it with a smile. Together they walked through the park back to the entrance where they found the peddler offering liquid refreshments.

Over time one stop for coffee led to another… and then another. Then it became shared lunches. From there it was only natural for them to advance to romantic dinners.

–

They had met at the museum of criminal history. Now they occasionally shared breakfast together. “Did you read the paper this morning, Mabel? There was another hanging in the park.”

“Really, Maria? Another hanging?”

The mature woman’s ear’s excitedly perked up at the news. She still had this perverse interest in Giulia’s hanging. Now there had been a second??

“They found her naked, just like the last one. Her clothes have not been found and she is not yet identified. They are wondering if the same individual committed both murders.”

“Unless she committed suicide like the first as some have speculated,” Mabel mused thoughtfully. “But I find that highly unlikely. Were her hands cuffed behind her back like Giulia? Would it not be a challenge to set up a noose, cuff oneself and then hang in midair like that?”

“The paper did not say.” Then Maria eyed her friend carefully.

“How many times have you been to that park to view the scene, Mabel? I know how it fascinates you.” In response the mature woman shrugged her shoulders, blushing before lowering her head.

“That many, eh? What draws you there time after time? Is it an obsession?”

“I cannot say, Maria.”

“Cannot? Or will not?”

Mabel blushed again. Then she looked at her friend as she challenged, “What makes you attend all those horror movies?”

“Touché,” Maria replied with a flush of embarrassment. Then she changed the subject.

“Are you still seeing Cyril?”

“It makes Curly happy.”

“Yes, but does it make you happy?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Have you told him about your fascination with Giulia’s hanging in the park?”

“No I haven’t. But I think he already knows.”

“How soon before you go view the site of the second hanging? Tomorrow perhaps?”

“Why are you so interested in the perverse things that fascinate me?”

“Must I remind you yet again how I’m the town busybody?” They both laughed as they went back to their breakfast.

–

Several days later Mabel stopped by the location of the most recent hanging. The authorities had learned the identity of the second woman. Somehow it made the incident feel more personal knowing the name of the victim.

She found herself wondering what Sophia must have experienced in those final moments hanging naked like that. Had she hanged of her own accord? Or had she been murdered? Mabel strongly suspected the latter, and it filled her with a perverse sense of excitement.

What were her feelings at the moment of being hoisted up? Did she know she was going to die just like Giulia? What must it have felt like?

She saw Cyril approaching with Curly on the leash. The tether was released, the dog barking joyously as it ran up to her. Mabel knelt to pet the eager canine as the owner came up to her with a smile.

“You seem to have a fascination with the park these days, Mabel… especially with certain trees.”

“I cannot help myself. Something keeps drawing me here.”

“Is it the aspect of hanging to death naked for all to see?”

“Yes,” she admitted, blushing as she lowered her head. He chuckled with amusement. But she thought she saw something sinister flash in his eyes… if only for a moment.

–

Their sexual encounters started out innocent enough. But Cyril quickly learned how Mabel wanted more. Their fucking soon became passionate as well as more aggressive.

One night they went out parking. They fucked in the back of his car. For Mabel it was a thrill, being out where anyone might catch them in the act.

Four nights later they were out at night again. They parked at a well-known spot on the overlook. This time Cyril challenged her to go topless.

Some men were known to drive up looking for a suck or a fuck. Cyril dared Mabel to blow the first guy that walked past. The idea gave her such an erotic thrill that she walked up to the first male she saw; kneeling, unzipping his fly and then blowing him right there on the spot.

After swallowing his cum, she and Cyril both climbed into the back of his car where they fucked like rabbits. Mabel experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. She was becoming deeply infatuated with Cyril and the excitement he provided.

–

Several days later Mabel was in the park again. She was looking at the first tree where Giulia had been found. That’s when she heard the happy bark.

She turned to see Curly running up to her, dragging the leash behind. Cyril was only a few meters behind. He smiled as he approached.

“Curly and I thought you would be here,” he said with a smile. He looked all around, noticing they were alone. Then he deliberately unzipped his fly and took out his dick.

Mabel gasped in shock, her heart beating fast. She hesitated for a couple of moments while looking all around. Then she knelt on the grass and began sucking him enthusiastically in broad daylight.

Giving a blowjob out in the open where they could easily be seen – and in that very spot, no less – proved to be quite the thrill. She reached down to rub her crotch as he thrust into her mouth. Curly kept pushing up against her, wanting to be petted. It was so erotic that she had a small orgasm as Cyril filled her mouth with his spunk.

–

Mabel was getting more entangled in his dangerous, thrilling web. This time they went into the park well after dark. What’s more, she was only wearing black lingerie, at great risk of being seen by a passerby.

They paused at the tree where Giulia had hanged to death. Cyril forced her to her knees where he fucked her mouth. Mabel got a healthy load of cum, which she dutifully swallowed.

At first she thought that was all there would be for the night amidst the trees. But he took her deeper into the park to the second tree where Sophia had hanged. That’s where he fucked her from behind while she bent over and grasped the trunk.

For the mature, perverse woman it was such an incredible thrill. The idea of being fucked on the same ground where that woman had hanged to death was intoxicating, if not extremely arousing. The orgasm she experienced was deep and profound.

They safely made it back to his car and then drove all the way back to her place. The sex afterwards was rough and exhilarating. Mabel had never experienced anything like it. It was as though Cyril had invaded her private thoughts and was bringing out all those dark desires she’d never known she had.

–

A week later Cyril challenged her again. This time when he came to get her, she got into his car wearing stockings, heels and nothing else. Mabel’s arousal was off the charts now that she was naked.

They drove out to the park again, causing her mind to swirl from all the erotic possibilities. There was a chill in the night air from the fall weather. But she was all hot and bothered, her crotch damp with growing excitement.

They stopped at the edge of the park and got out. That’s when Cyril bent Mabel over the hood of his vehicle. Then he pulled down his pants and fucked her from behind, right there where they could be seen.

It was a hell of a thrill, especially when a vehicle drove by. It momentarily caught them in the glare of the headlights. A few moments later Cyril pumped her full of his cream as she cried out in orgasm.

He pulled his pants up before leading her deeper into the park. She shivered from the chill. Yet she was aroused beyond belief, wondering what else he had planned for her.

They stopped by the tree where Giulia had hanged. But nothing happened. Then a couple in their 30’s approached.

Mabel gasped in alarm as Cyril called out, “Free suck and fuck from a whore? Free suck and fuck from a whore?” What surprised her was when the couple actually stopped.

“What do you think, Stella?” the man asked.

“That crazy whore. Go ahead and fuck her if you wish, Renaldo.”

Mabel was embarrassed yet terribly aroused as he unzipped his fly. She dutifully knelt and sucked him into full hardness. Then he turned her around and fucked her from behind as she braced herself against the very tree used to take Giulia’s life. The thrill of being fucked by another man in that very spot triggered a massive climax.

Mabel thought that would be the end of their night in the park after he had zipped up and left with his wife. But Cyril walked her deeper into the park to the second tree, the one where Sophia had hanged. Another couple was standing there as though patiently waiting for them.

The mature woman felt an erotic jolt of alarm as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. She was trembling as she dutifully sucked another cock. Then she was fucked from behind for a second time, this time while she also sucked Cyril’s dick. It was quite a thrill being double-penetrated like that, although it was embarrassing as hell.

They started back to the car after the sex was over and she’d received a creamy deposit in both ends. Mabel couldn’t believe the night she’d had. It was definitely one for the books. And she was eager for more once they got back to her place.

They had not yet reached the tree where Giulia had been found when they rounded a corner. Mabel gasped when she saw a different tree with a white noose dangling from it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Stella and Renaldo standing there waiting.

“Cyril?” she gasped with fright as she clung tighter to him. He just walked her right up to them. She squawked like a frightened bird as the woman calmly noosed her up.

“C-Cyril? Wh-what’s happening??”

“Your fascination with the noose is about to become a reality, darling.” Then he reached out to grope and fondle her breasts, noting how hard her nipples had become.

Mabel inhaled sharply. He was joking, right? Surely he had to be joking! This was just some crazy game, right… merely an erotic yet scary part of exploring her dark fantasies?

She turned at the sound of someone approaching. She saw that second couple coming toward them from out of the dark, the man whom she had recently blown and fucked while his wife had watched. What were they doing here??

Another sound made her turn to look. To her horror she saw Maria approaching from a different direction. Her so-called friend was carrying a set of handcuffs in her gloved hands.

Mabel felt another erotic jolt, her senses telling her something was very wrong. But she was too shocked to react. She felt a flush of embarrassment at her nudity in front of all these people, despite them having watched her fuck right in front of them.

“M-M-Maria?? Wh-wh-what’s going on?”

“We’re hanging you, darling,” she said as though it was plain as day. Then she cuffed Mabel’s hands behind her back. The frightened woman shivered as she promptly wet herself.

Surely this couldn’t be happening, could it? Her mind screamed for her to do something. But the shock was too great for her to react rationally.

Mabel let out a loud “GAWK” as Renaldo and the other man hauled on the loose end of the rope. It pulled her up into the air until her feet fluttered nearly a meter off the ground. That’s when her senses told her this was all too real.

The rope tightened ominously around her throat, severely restricting her ability to breathe. Her legs stretched downward, searching in vain for solid ground. The pain of the constricting noose was not at all what she’d expected.

They were going to take her down, right? Surely they were going to take her down! This had to be Cyril’s idea. Damn her for sharing with him her dark, perverse thoughts about what it must have felt like for those poor women to hang to death.

Mabel’s legs started to kick as they tied their end of the rope to a lower branch. She was shocked to see Maria cozy up to Cyril. The other two couples simply stood there watching as she swung back and forth, twisting and jerking in the noose.

She could feel cum leaking out of her cunt and slithering down her legs. Was this how it had been for Giulia and Sophia? Had they been fucked and hanged just like this?? The papers had not said, and the authorities were being tight-lipped about any additional details.

She heard Renaldo ask the others, “Last one for the year?”

“It’s getting colder,” Cyril observed as he watched Mabel’s lewd dance. “We’ll have to schedule the next one for the following spring.”

“I’ve already met a girl at the museum,” Maria offered. “She’s told me how she’s fascinated by the hangings in the park. I’m sure we’ll be having breakfast together within the next few weeks.”

Mabel was horrified. She was also mortified at the way she could not control herself anymore. She kicked and twisted maniacally, her hands jerking uselessly behind her back.

She felt great shame at the way her body was being displayed naked. She could feel her pussy clenching and flaring as her toes wriggled for the ground below. And the noose was ever-tightening.

It soon got to where she couldn’t get any air down her throat. Her chest heaved as her cunt leaked the cream from her recent sexual activity. She humped involuntarily as the noose strangled an orgasm right out of her dying body. Then she hung limp, too exhausted to fight anymore as she gently swayed back and forth. Her bladder releasing was the final indignity.

The group hung around a few minutes longer to enjoy the spectacle. Then they broke up, each couple heading off in separate directions. Maria went with Cyril back to his car where he took her home and fucked the shit out of her before the lovers made plans for the spring for their next victim…

2018 (Written for LadyML Feb 26 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the illustrating picture I used which I found in her album.)

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My summer with Stan 2 (male themes) 4.2 (5)

Posted on June 18, 2018 by riwa

I still hung out with Stan. We did a lot of things together. But when it got late at night I found myself sneaking outside and using their hot tub.

I couldn’t get Glenn out of my mind. And I still had mental images of him dunking his older sister. There were times I would wake up in the middle of the night and go take a look to see if they were out in the tub breath-holding or dunking each other.

A couple nights later I found myself unable to sleep after Stan had gone to bed. My mind kept wandering back to that time I’d pushed Glenn down in the bathtub while he was holding his breath. It finally got so bad I had to do something about it.

I snuck outside to the hot tub and dropped my trunks. Then I got into the water. There was a dive mask handy, so I put it on before I sank to the bottom and held my breath, keeping the jets turned off so the sound wouldn’t wake anyone up.

I stroked myself as my mind went back to that night I was holding Glenn down. It was such a turn-on that my cock got nice and hard. But I was interrupted when a set of legs stepped down into the tub with me.

I shot up, flipped the mask off and gasped for breath, only to see Glenn getting into the water with me. He was totally nude, so my eyes were immediately draw to his crotch. It looked like he was starting to get hard.

“So you like holding your breath too; eh, Jeff?” I nodded as my heart beat fast. Instinctively I tried to cover my erection.

He just laughed as he waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about that. You’ve seen mine and now I’ve seen yours. What’s the big deal?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Now it was out in the open. Maybe I wouldn’t have to skulk around so much just to get in a soak and a stroke.

He smiled as he asked, “Want me to hold you down? Go ahead and put the mask back on if you want. Hell, you can even stroke for me if you feel like it.”

I was a little embarrassed when he told me that. Yet I felt a surge of excitement upon learning he didn’t mind my masturbating. Still, I wasn’t quite sure I could do it right in front of him.

I pulled the mask back down over my face. Then I took a deep breath before submerging. I laid out on the bottom on my back, looking up and releasing a few bubbles.

Glenn put a foot in my chest and one on my upper thigh to hold me down as I laid there and held my breath. I looked up questioningly at him. That’s when he looked down and smiled while stroking his cock. So I hesitantly began stroking my own meat.

He leaned over and held his face just above the water as though he wanted to watch. I saw how hard his cock had become while he was stroking. It made me more confident to stroke myself a little more.

I cupped my balls as I tugged on my shaft. Glenn just smiled at me as he masturbated unashamedly. He didn’t seem to care I was watching him while he was watching me.

I pushed my limits until my chest started to heave. I decided I wanted to wait and cum on my second breath hold. But when I tried to rise up, he kept his feet down on me, pinning me to the bottom.

I bubbled as my chest started to heave. Then he let me up a few seconds later. He laughed as I burst up gasping for breath.

“I owed you that for the times you forced me in the bathtub, Jeff.” Then he grinned at me.

“Are you going back down? Or is it my turn now? Do you want to cum first? Or shall I?”

Was he serious? Was he willing to stroke his cock in front of me while holding his breath? For a minute there I didn’t know what to do.

“I don’t know,” I replied nervously. I wanted to cum. But this was a little new to me having him watch me get myself off.

He seemed to understand my dilemma as he smiled at me. “I know. Let’s do it together, ok?” Then he situated himself so he was sitting across from me.

“We’ll see who stays down the longest and who cums first. On three; ok, Jeff? One… two… three!”

We both inhaled before submerging. We sat on the bottom and stretched our legs out, bracing ourselves on the bottom so we wouldn’t drift back up. Then we started stroking ourselves, me with the dive mask and him without one.

It was such a turn-on watching him tug on his dick. I don’t know why, but it really made me horny. So I tried to pace myself, not wanting to cum until I’d seen him do it first.

We were probably down for a good minute and a half before I felt those warning heaves in my stomach. They moved up into my chest as I lost a few bubbles of air. A few more bubbles and I was no longer buoyant, able to stay down without bracing myself.

Glenn smiled at me as he stroked himself, occasionally releasing a few bubbles. I didn’t know whether to watch his expression, the heaves in his chest and tummy, or the way he was jerking his meat. But I think I was able to stay down longer since we were both breath-holding together.

My chest really started heaving, and I eagerly stroked myself. He matched me rhythm for rhythm until the two of us were grunting and pulling. One mighty convulsion triggered my climax, and I shot ropes of cream into the water before I shot up to the surface.

I was panting like crazy when I saw Glenn shooting his own ropy strands into the water. He was able to stay down longer than I was. Then he came up gasping and smiling.

“Damn; that was hot! Did you enjoy that, Jeff?” I nodded my head, telling him I was embarrassed to admit that I did.

“Hey; no worries, ok? We’re just out here getting ourselves off before we go to sleep, right?” I just nodded my agreement, feeling more and more at ease in his presence.

We did a little idle chit-chat for a few minutes, talking about how I was enjoying staying with them over the summer and all. Then he smiled at me. “I’m guessing you’ve probably seen Frieda and I out here breath-holding; am I right?”

I wanted to tell him I hadn’t, but I don’t think he would have believed me. “It’s ok if you have, Jeff. Sis likes holding her breath too. Hell, we’ve both gotten each other off a few times.”

I looked at him in astonishment. I wanted to ask, but I felt like I didn’t dare. I think he could tell I wanted to know more.

“She caught me out here stroking once while I was holding my breath. She said it turned her on. So we started helping each other by holding the other down.” He leaned closer as he conspiratorially added, “Sometimes we even help each other in other ways.”

“Really?” My mind began to imagine what those other ways might look like. That’s when my cock started to get hard again.

It got silent for a little bit. He finally asked, “You want to go again?” It should have been obvious as I was getting hard trying to imagine what they did to each other while holding their breath.

I wanted to, but I was suddenly nervous again. He saw right through me and laughed. “I’ll go first,” he said with a reassuring smile. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I nodded as he got ready. I offered him the dive mask, but he told me he didn’t need it. He said he wanted me to be able to clearly see his face.

I nodded excitedly, my heart thumping in my chest. He told me to push him down and hold him under the surface until he came no matter what. I felt an erotic jolt wondering if that meant I was supposed to keep him down even if he started to drown.

I watched him breathe deeply before he got a really big breath. Then I pushed him under. I put my feet flat on his chest, shoving him all the way to the bottom.

He looked up at me and bubbled as he started to stroke. I don’t know why, but it was so damned erotic. I couldn’t help moving to the edge of the seat to look down at him while stroking myself.

It wasn’t long before his cock saluted me. He cupped his balls as he jerked his meat. I got more and more excited, my own cock hard and throbbing.

I saw him approach his limits as his stomach started rippling. He stroked himself harder as his chest began to heave. It was incredible watching him hold his breath while masturbating like that.

It got to where he started losing his breath in bursts. I kept him down with my feet, watching as he really jerked himself. There was one huge eruption of bubbles before I saw his cock go off, little spurts of cream floating around in the water.

I kept him down a few seconds longer, my own cock hard and throbbing. Once more I pushed him longer than I probably should have. Then I let him go.

He shot up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. He gave me such a look that for a moment I thought I was in big trouble. Then he smiled at me as he told me, “Now it’s your turn, Jeff. This time you can’t use the dive mask. I want to watch your face like you watched mine.”

I nodded as my heart thumped loudly in my chest again. What was he going to do to me? Was he going to drown me? The thought was both scary and thrilling.

He had me stretch flat on my back. “I’ll give you a couple three dunks just to get used to water up your nose, Jeff. Then you’re mine; you got that?” I nodded again, my cock stiffening up with fear and arousal.

He submerged me and I jerked around as the water stung my sinuses. He deliberately held me down before let me back up. Then he submerged me again.

He kept me down a little longer before letting me back up. Then he smiled as he told me, “Big breath, Jeff.” I inhaled deeply before he pushed me back down.

He started running his hand all over my body, giving me wild tingles. Then he started touching my cock. My eyes flew open as he brushed it with his fingers, gauging my reaction.

When I showed no resistance he wrapped his fingers around it. I bubbled as he started stroking me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

He kept me just below the surface as he groped and fondled me. I felt him cup my balls, making my cock quiver. Then he gave me a good stroking. It felt so good that I couldn’t help thrusting upward into his grasp.

He smiled as he let me bob back up to the surface. I gasped for breath before he pushed me back down. Then he went back to stroking me.

I floated midway between the surface and the bottom as he ran his hands all over me. The way he grabbed my cock and jerked it left me writhing and moaning as I released bubbles out of my mouth. It made me wonder if he played a similar game like this with his sister.

I reached the point where I felt those gentle heaves in my stomach, telling me I couldn’t stay down much longer. To my shock, Glenn leaned his face into the water and began licking the tip of my dick with his tongue. I couldn’t believe it!

I trembled with his hand cupping my balls as he slowly took me into his warm mouth. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. It even helped ease the strain in my chest.

He took my cock deeper until I was groaning as he began sucking me good and hard. My chest started to heave again as he suctioned my dick. The burn in my lungs got worse as I tried to hold my breath.

How long was he going to keep me down? Didn’t he know I was going to cum if he kept it up? I was almost out of breath.

I strained for all I was worth until I started losing bursts of air. I thrust up into his mouth, but he just groaned and bubbled with his face below the surface. Then he let me up.

I came up and gasped for breath, only for him to push me right back down. He sucked good and hard until I was squirming like crazy. Then he let me back up again.

I let out a cry before he forced me right back down. Then he took me deep down his throat. One hard thrust between his lips and my cock went off.

I tried to pull out of his mouth. But he took me deep and vacuumed me until he sucked me dry. My lungs were on fire before he allowed me back up. This time he allowed me to get into a seat, gasping loudly for breath.

I coughed and sputtered, water up my nose as I looked at him. He gave me a grin. Then he asked how I liked it.

I told him it felt incredible. But at that moment I suddenly became all self-conscious again. I thanked him for helping me hold my breath but that I had to go in and use the bathroom, which was partly true.

I got out of the water, got my towel and dried myself off. Then I headed for the door. I took one last look at him as he sat in the hot tub, but he just smiled at me before submerging as I went inside to use the restroom and to ponder what had just happened out there.

(Apr 24 ’18)

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