An old Indian tale 3 (1)

Posted on March 31, 2018 by riwa

Author’s note: This story was written for a writing contest with a motel theme, limited to 3,000 words. This story was inspired by the following picture.

An old Indian tale

Darby Corday wasn’t sure what it was that attracted her to the place. Maybe it was the huge sign with the large Indian head and the woman’s name. Most likely it was the sign indicating they had a swimming pool. After a long drive, a refreshing dip sounded great.

She pulled in and parked in a diagonal spot near the office. Then she went inside. A woman in her fifties wearing a faded motel vest got up from her chair and smiled at her.

“Do you need a room miss?”

“Is your pool working? I’ve been on the road for hours.”

“Yes, miss. Dan cleaned it out this morning.”

“Dan?”

“Our maintenance man.”

“I see. Is there a restaurant close by?”

“Take a right turn five blocks down the street, miss. There’ll be five places in a ten block stretch. Personally I’d try Gil’s café down on the right as their food is pretty good. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you.”

Darby paid for the room in cash, accepting the key from the kindly woman with a smile. As she went back outside she saw what looked like an old man opening the door to the last unit on the far end. He seemed to stare at her.

There was something about him that made her nervous. He had grey hair and a face that looked weather-beaten. He wore a grey plaid shirt and faded jeans. Around his waist was some sort of equipment belt. Was that the maintenance man the desk clerk had mentioned?

She got into her car and drove to her room. She pulled into the diagonal spot in front of her door. Then she gathered up her suitcase and toiletries.

She froze when she saw that old fart was still staring at her. What was his problem? It made her quickly lock her vehicle before hustling herself into her room.

At least she was in for the night. No more sitting behind the wheel getting stuck behind slow moving vehicles. Now she was going to use that pool.

She changed into a modest flower print, one-piece she was rather fond of. It still fit, although she needed to lose a few pounds around the middle, an ongoing battle between her and cookies. And her best feature – her breasts – needed a little support now that they were wanting to sag as she approached middle age.

She went into the bathroom and grabbed the extra towel hanging from the towel rack. She saw the weariness in her eyes from the many miles. Then she opened the door to the hallway, looking forward to a cool, relaxing swim.

She only had a short walk to the corner exit with the word POOL and an arrow pointing the way. It led out to the backside of the motel. When she stepped out she saw more parking spots, indicating this place used to be full in its heyday.

She discovered she was the only one out using the wire mesh fenced-in pool. The water was still, showing no evidence it had been used recently. Darby didn’t mind having it all to herself.

She dropped the towel and room key onto a patio chair before walking to the deep end. Thankfully she could enjoy her swim without any creeps ogling her. And she didn’t want that maintenance man watching her in the water as he had acted a little creepy.

She dove in head first, enjoying the sensation of cool water washing the miles off her back. She surfaced and then slowly swam to the shallow end. She reached the end of the pool, turned around and swam back.

She stopped her swim in the deep end when she heard a door to the end of the motel open. She saw him walk out in the direction of an old, beat-up Ford pickup sitting alone in the back parking lot. He turned in her direction, giving her a long, lingering look.

Darby shivered as she stared back at him. Instinctively she submerged, skulling to keep herself under. She held her breath as she slowly released bubbles, trying to stay under long enough for him to go back inside.

When she surfaced she saw him standing there over near the pickup looking right at her. He turned and opened the door, pulling out a piece of equipment she didn’t recognize. Then he walked back to the door to the motel he’d come out of, his eyes on her the entire time.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as he looked at her. That old dude really spooked her out. She felt strangely vulnerable alone in the water.

She watched him go back inside the building. But for some reason she didn’t feel like swimming anymore. She was hungry, so maybe now would be a good time to go eat.

She got out of the pool and quickly dried herself off. Then she wrapped the towel around her head to help dry her shoulder length brunette hair. She made her way back inside the motel, happy to be away from prying eyes while she was swimming… in case that creepy old man came back out to fetch another piece of equipment and stare at her again.

She was in the hallway approaching her door when she saw him down the hall looking right at her. There was something about the way he stared that made her skin crawl. She quickly unlocked her door, slipped inside, and then hastily locked it behind her, making sure to use the extra chain latch for double security.

She got dressed and then went out to her car. She looked all around to make sure that old man was nowhere in sight. Then she pulled out of the motel and drove down the street.

The instructions she’d been given proved accurate. She drove right to that café the desk clerk had suggested. She went in and sat down, feeling a sense of relief she was no longer in that motel.

She ordered a salad, but she picked at it as though she wasn’t very hungry. For some reason she wasn’t in a hurry to get back. Hopefully that old fart would be gone for the day when she returned.

She finished her meal and paid the check. Then she drove back. There were only three additional vehicles in the lot, indicating the motel wasn’t going to have many guests for the night.

She pulled into her spot and warily looked all around. Then she got out, hastily unlocked her room and then rushed inside. This time locking the door behind her did not seem to give her the sense of security she sought.

She turned on the TV, but nothing appealed to her. Darby felt restless. And now she was getting the munchies. That salad hadn’t fully satisfied her.

She went to the door to the hall and looked out the peephole, trying to look both ways. No one seemed to be out there. She unlatched and unlocked the door before carefully stepping outside.

The place was quiet except for the sound of a TV down the hall. Knowing others were staying here gave her a small sense of comfort. Then she followed the hall back to the main desk.

She found some vending machines, but she didn’t have any change. So she went to the front desk. A young man in his twenties in a similar motel vest stood up from his chair and smiled at her, wanting to assist an attractive woman any way he could.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“I need some change for the vending machines.” Then she pulled out a couple of ones.

He happily converted them into quarters for her. “Long drive, miss?”

“Yes, it was very long and hot. I’m very tired. At least I got to swim in your pool. That felt nice.”

“Oh yes, miss.” There was a faint flicker of disappointment in his eyes. Did he wish he’d been here earlier to witness her swim?

For some reason she felt reassured being around him. He seemed protective, if not a bit eager. Still, his presence was welcome.

She went to the vending machines and bought cookies and a coke. Then she returned to the foyer. He smiled to see she’d returned.

She wanted some excuse to engage him in conversation so she could remain in his presence a while longer. But she couldn’t think of anything. As she bit into her cookie she motioned toward the large sign in the grass outside.

“That Indian head on your sign… and that female name. Is there a story behind that?”

The young man smiled as though happy to keep her around a bit longer. “Old Dan told me there’s a story to it. But I don’t know if I believe him. It’s probably just an old Indian tale.”

“Old Dan? Your maintenance man?” She didn’t want to offend the lad by telling him the old goat gave her the creeps.

“His name is Dan Running Moon. He’s from the Omaha tribe that used to live in this area in the 1800’s before the white man pushed them out.”

“Oh?” She’d seen Native Americans before, which now explained why some of the old guy’s facial features seemed familiar.

Is that why he seemed so creepy to her… because he was Native American? She didn’t think so. There was something else about him… the way he looked at her… like he was sizing her up for something.

“It’s a crazy tale, so I’m not sure how much stock to place in it, miss. He says many years ago the Omaha tribe lived on this land until some guy bought it and wanted to put up houses and build a town. They tried to reason with him, although I don’t know what Dan meant by the word “reason”. Maybe their ‘discussion’ involved a lot of bows and arrows.”

“Maybe so,” Darby smiled wryly.

“Anyway the army came in and drove ‘em off their land. The Indians said the spirits had been angered and had to be satisfied. So they snuck into that guy’s home in the middle of the night and kidnapped his 19 year old daughter.”

The young man shook his head and chuckled. “Dan always comes up with a good yarn. So I don’t know how much of this is true and how much of this is exaggerated. Hell, the whole story sounds iffy to me.”

“Anyway, they took this girl out the very next morning. Dan says they staked her out right on these very grounds. But I don’t know how true that is.”

“They stripped her naked and staked her spread-eagled on the ground like you see in some of those westerns, you know? The Indians gathered and danced around her while chanting. Then the medicine man took this dagger out.”

The young man brought his hand up as though to emphasize the act, much to Darby’s growing discomfort. “Dan says the guy brought the dagger down…” and the desk clerk stabbed downward at this part of the story “…right into the poor girl’s stomach. He cut her open before reaching in to remove her heart. Dan says it was still beating in his hand as he held it up before her dying eyes. I guess that appeased the spirits. But Dan says sometimes they get restless and need to be appeased again. He says the woman’s name was Samantha. But I heard the motel was named after the first owner’s six year old daughter. Oh that Dan.” The young man shook his head with an amused smile.

Darby shuddered, uncomfortable he had told her the story. It made her think back to the way that maintenance man kept looking at her… sizing her up. Then she heard a familiar voice call out from the room beyond the front desk.

“Dooley? Are you telling another one of those crazy Dan stories to one of our guests again?”

“Mom, she was asking about it!”

“Well cut it out! We don’t need to be scaring off the guests!”

“Sorry, mom.” Then he shook his head as he turned to Darby.

“I’m sorry, miss. I hope I didn’t scare you. Like I said, it’s just an old Indian tale.” It was obvious he liked her and was hoping he hadn’t made her want to pack up and leave.

“No, of course not,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Thank you for the coins. I should get back to my room.” She winced inwardly that she hadn’t stopped herself from eating cookies again.

“Good night, miss. Sleep well.”

‘Yeah sure,’ she thought to herself as she got up from her chair and headed off. ‘I’ll sleep REAL well with that story running through my head!’

The hall was deserted, so she safely made it back to her room. She made sure both doors were locked and chained. Then she undressed before crawling into bed in her sheer nightgown.

She tried to watch some television. But it bored her. It had the effect of making her sleepy, and she dozed off……

Darby was naked, tied spread-eagled to the ground! They were all around her, chanting some sort of mournful song. Then that maintenance man came over to her with a dagger in his hand.

He knelt over her as she tried to scream. But she couldn’t make any sound come out of her throat. Then the dagger came down into her………………

Darby shot upright in bed, panting like crazy. On the TV there was some stupid western. The natives were chanting and doing some sort of dance.

“Damn movie!” she gasped as she turned it off. It plunged her into total darkness other than the outside light trying to penetrate the curtains. That’s when Darby thought she heard that same chanting.

Where was it coming from? Was someone else in the motel watching that same western?

She got up and crept to the front door. She pulled the curtain to the nearby window and prepared to peek out, ready to scream at anything. But there was nothing happening outside; no movement of any kind.

She went to the other door and looked out the peephole into the hallway. It was deserted. So where was that chanting coming from?? It didn’t sound like it was coming from another TV set.

Her heart beat fast as she looked all around. She turned the TV back on and changed the channel to drown it out. But somehow she could still hear the chanting.

She walked over to a vent and listened intently. Was the sound coming from the vent… from the room next door or farther down the hall? She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t be sure.

Her heart hammered in her chest. She sensed danger all around her. Then she thought she heard something out in the hallway.

She looked at the doorknob, her eyes widening with fright as it started to turn. The chanting got louder as someone on the other side tried to force it open. “No…. go away…. go away…. leave me alone…..” Then it burst open as three braves in loincloths and painted faces rushed in.

Darby screamed as they grabbed her. They threw her down onto the bed, stripped her of her nightie and underwear, and then tied her spread-eagled using lengths of rope they had brought with her. Then they began to chant.

Darby screamed and screamed, shaking her head as they moved and chanted around her. Then Dan walked in. He was in the same clothes she’d seen earlier… and he had a dagger in his hand.

Somehow her screams got even louder as he approached. Why the hell wasn’t someone inside the motel coming to help her?? Then he brought the dagger down into her stomach. Darby let out an “aaauuuuggghhhhhhhh” as her back arched from the penetration.

She felt him reach inside; she could actually feel him reaching around in her chest cavity! Her heart was hammering a mile a minute. Then she felt a sharp jolt of extreme pain and agony.

She stared in abject horror as he pulled her beating heart out of her chest and held it up before her terrified gaze. It beat less and less until it stopped. Darby stared in vacant horror as the life slowly faded from her eyes…

—

“So what’s the deal with this one, Sam?”

“Well, Pete. At first glance I’d have to say it was a heart attack. When her vehicle was still there the next morning, they sent their maintenance man to go down to check on her. He used the master key, but the door was chained from the inside. He had to break in… said her found her that way with her eyes open wide.

“Geezus, Sam! You didn’t close her eyes or anything?”

“I was going to, Pete, and maybe I should have. I didn’t want to disturb anything until after I made my finding.”

“And what did you find?”

“That’s why I called you in, Pete. The broad’s got no heart.” Then he motioned at the naked body lying on the slab, a line cut into her chest.

“Is that supposed to be a joke, Sam?”

“No, Pete. When I got to her there were no signs of forced trauma. No needle marks… no signs of pill bottles, liquor or a struggle. My first thought was a heart attack. But a woman like that so young? So I opened her up. And that’s when I found she had no heart.”

“Are you playing a practical joke on me, Sam?”

“I wish I was Pete. That’s why I called you. Craziest thing I’ve ever come across.”

“Who was she?”

The coroner picked up the driver’s license and read off it. “Name’s Darby Samantha Corday.”

2018 (Feb 17 ’18)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on March 29, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming April rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates, and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Faye and Nancy both want to be Famous at the End, one with a noose and the other in the water.
The Borensterns win a raffle at the Club and get to hang a girl, a prequel to “An eager slut dances for them”.
Brenda has a special breath-holding talent that could ultimately get her into trouble.
And anything else I can think of. I’m feeling like tripling up on each level this month, so we’ll see how it goes.

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Robyn and Holly (plus bonus) (3-7-18)

12881 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older, edited stories.

Robyn and Holly – Robyn cruelly tosses Holly’s bracelet into an aquarium tank, forcing her to go in after it. But there’s a bed of entangling seaweed and an amorous octopus awaiting her. (17 pages)

The capsized boat – Emma uses her scuba gear to investigate a capsized boat in the river from a recent storm. But she gets trapped inside. Will she get out before she runs out of air? (10 pages)

Jane Bond and the underwater sub base (reactivated 3-7-18)

5068 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another story inspired by one of JustPaul’s great animations.

Jane Bond is assigned to scope out an enemy sub base. She finds a back entrance near a waterfall and has to make a long swim to check it out. But she gets trapped underwater.

She is rescued by a woman she recognizes from an earlier encounter. But Marina is not interested in another swim. This time she wants to watch Jane bubble her last.

Miss Bond finds herself all tied up and holding her breath. Will her assignment end prematurely? Will she survive long enough to be given to their android? Will rescue arrive too late? (22 pics; 23 pages)

Dear Diary 14 (plus bonus) (3-16-18)

11615 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new addition to the Dear Diary series. Included is The Making of a Serial _____, retitled with an additional section illustrated by some old JustPaul renders

Dear Diary 14 – I found three of Kristen’s journal entries about Rudy, the boy who mows the lawn. In the first one she surprises him in the pool; in the second she and her friend Tina gang up on him; and in the third he gets her back with the help of her mother. (15 pages; 3 parts)

Kelly’s Passion – After the making of the piranha movie, Kelly and Riley get together for one last swim where things lethally get out of hand. In the second part, Kelly is swimming after hours at a private resort when she gets interrupted by a female officer who wants to take her in for trespassing. (16 pages; 22 picture/poser illustrations)

Team Discipline (plus bonus) (3-26-18)

11502 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix featuring your favorite club in action once more.

Team Discipline 1 – Erin swims so poorly during synchro practice that her teammates decide she needs to be punished. That means there’s going to be a lot of time in the pool proving how well she can hold her breath while being all tied up. What’s worse, a guy she likes will be tied up next to her. (11 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 1 – Rick finishes telling his story to a customer who becomes interested in seeing the Entertainment stage in operation. So Rick sends an attendant to fetch a girl out in line so she can help demonstrate the use of the gallows. (9 pages)

(Plus a short unadvertised “wet” bonus story of 676 words)

Shelly 12-13 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-27-18)

19715 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to the Shelly series, recently edited with an addition of over 2500 words. Included is an older snorkel dive story, also recently edited.

Shelly 12-13 – The bikini babes blow me underwater while I’m blindfolded. Then I have to lick pussy at the same time each one takes a turn riding me. Shelly blows me underwater, finally allowing me to cum. Then in a sudden role-reversal I become Master of the pool, making the bikini babes lick each other underwater without allowing them to cum. (28 pages)

Spring Break snorkel dive – Stacy and Christy meet up with a couple guys during Spring Break who take them out to a reef for some snorkeling. But the two coeds are left behind inside the reef and must get out before the water rises too high. (11 pages)

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Paying off a Gambling Debt 4.2 (6)

Posted on March 25, 2018 by riwa

Paying off a Gambling Debt

by Riwa

Brenda took a deep breath. Then she submerged to the bottom rung of the pool ladder. She grabbed on and settled in for a nice, long breath-hold.

Her son was going to be home from work in a couple hours. And she wanted to be ready for him. She had her eye on an attractive cocktail dress as well as a new pair of shoes. And she was going to get Georgie to pay for them.

Lately he’d become easy to manipulate. All she had to do was hold her breath for a lengthy period of time underwater. And with the right outfit showing off her cleavage and athletically sculpted body, she always had him eating out of her hand.

Today she was wearing a skimpy black bikini top that simply could not contain her breasts. She was also wearing a thong bottom. She liked how sexy it felt on her. Besides, it served a useful purpose.

She knew how much her son stared at her whenever she was wearing it. To be honest, she loved the way it turned him on. It made him much easier to manipulate whenever she wanted money out of him.

She checked the watch on her wrist to see how long she’d been under. It was the one her son had given her for using to practice holding her breath. It was waterproof, and she used it whenever she wanted to check on her progress or improve her time.

She suspected Georgie was going to push her lungs again as soon as he got home. But she didn’t mind, not if he paid her for it. She would hold her breath for as long as necessary if it meant getting money for the clothes she wanted.

She felt the gentle heaves in her stomach at around 1:50. She had to smile at how well she’d learned to hold her breath. At first it had been a challenge just to reach 1:30. Now on a good day she was reaching nearly twice that.

She smiled as the watch showed she’d passed 2:10. This one felt like it was going to be a challenge. But she was determined to make it to 3:00.

At 2:25 the contractions in her stomach really started to show. She could feel them trying to push up into her chest. But she stubbornly pushed onward, as nothing was going to get in the way of her getting that money for the clothes she wanted.

At 2:37 her double Ds began to bounce gently as her chest heaved. It made her concerned she might not make this one after all. But Brenda told herself she was going to reach 3:00.

At 2:48 she really began to suffer. Her lungs were on fire, her stomach contracting noticeably as her boobs bounced. Surely she could hold it 12 more seconds, right?

She lost a burst of air at 2:53… another burst at 2:56. The last four seconds were agonizing. But the moment she made 3:00 she shot up to the surface, releasing the last of her breath along the way.

She burst up gasping loudly. That’s when she saw three pairs of black dress shoes looking back at her from the side of the pool. When she looked up she saw three men standing there in sharp looking, black business suits.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “My son doesn’t take kindly to strangers in his back yard.”

“We’re here for the money, Brenda.”

“What money?”

“The money you owe… your gambling debts, remember? You asked for another week and we gave you two. Did you think we had forgotten?”

“Look, I asked my son for the money, ok? But he won’t give it to me all at once. He’s parceling it out a little at a time. I told you it’s going to take a while.”

“We’ve given you more than enough time to pay up, Brenda. We want our money now. So where is it?”

“I told you I don’t have it. Georgie is paying me a little at a time for my breath-holding. That’s why I’m out here in the pool.”

She caught them staring at her body. It made her smile playfully. “Can I do something for you to help pay off my gambling debt?” She thought showing off with a little swim or striptease in the water might help her out of this situation, at least for now.

“Yes you can, Brenda,” the one in charge told her emotionlessly. “You can tell us where you’re keeping the money.”

“I told you I haven’t got it! My son’s parceling it out to me. You’ll get it when I get it; it’s as simple as that!”

“Not good enough.”

“It’s the best I can do.”

She saw a fourth man emerge out of her son’s house, the home he was letting her live in for the time being. He had a few bills in his hand. “I found these in the desk, Hans. But it’s not nearly enough.”

“Hey! You can’t take that! That belongs to Georgie!”

“Where’s the rest of it, Brenda?”

“I tell you I haven’t got it!”

Hans snapped his fingers at one of his goons. The henchman went over and picked up the pool skimmer. Brenda saw him bring it over, and it gave her a shiver of alarm.

“You say your son pays you to hold your breath?”

“Yes, he does,” she answered proudly. “I’m quite good at it.”

“Show me.” That’s when he motioned at his underling holding the pool skimmer.

The man promptly pushed it down on her, snaring her head in the netting. Brenda bubbled as she was forced underwater. She struggled to get back to the surface. But the skimmer on her head kept her submerged.

She finally settled down, deciding not to fight it anymore. Struggling would only use up her oxygen reserves, preventing her from holding her breath for very long. Maybe she could get these men to subtract part of what she owed them if she held her breath for them.

She tried to relax as the netting to the pool skimmer forced her toward the bottom. It occurred to her she could swim down out of the bothersome object and escape. But that might antagonize the man named Hans even more. So she decided against it for now.

The strain of holding her breath settled in her stomach, sending contractions up into her chest. She looked up and lost a burst of air. She tried clawing at the skimmer to pry it away. But the goon just kept forcing it down upon her head.

She lost another burst of bubbles as the urge to panic intensified. She couldn’t hold it much longer. What if the bastard was going to drown her??

She finally clawed the net off her head and shot up to the surface. She burst up gasping loudly for breath. It felt like she’d been down for a long time.

“There, I can do it, ok?”

“Maybe we should talk to your son,” Hans observed ominously. He sounded like he might be willing to cause harm to her child.

Brenda was unmoved. “If you hurt him, you won’t get any more money. He’s the one who pays me. He keeps it all in a bank somewhere.”

“It would be a shame if something were to happen to him.”

“So what. That just means I won’t get the money and neither will you. That would be stupid.”

“Something bad happening to your son would be stupid, Brenda?”

“I told you he only pays me a little at a time. I can’t get it out of him any faster, ok? Go ahead and kill him if you must. But it won’t get you any closer to the money I owe you.”

“You don’t care if we kill him, Brenda?” In response she shrugged her shoulders as though she couldn’t stop him.

“Your response surprises me.”

“So what. I’m just his mother. Big deal.”

“Perhaps we can get it out of you another way.” And with a nod, the goon with the net pushed down on her head again.

Brenda got a quick breath before she went down. This time she was annoyed with the net. She quickly got out from underneath and then swam to the middle of the deep end where the pool skimmer wasn’t long enough to reach her.

Hans reached into his pocket and pulled out a revolver. Brenda gasped with fright. “If you kill me, you won’t see a cent of that money!”

“Boss?” the man who’d emerged from the house told him, getting his attention. “I found the controls to the pool cover.” And with that he activated the switch.

There was a loud hum as the cover emerged from the shallow end and flowed the length of the pool. It was sectioned off in partitions, unfolding to lie flat upon the surface. It was of a transparent material, some sort of glass or plastic.

Brenda let out a cry alarm as the cover came toward her. She started to swim for the deep end, only for a shot to ring out. The water in front of her kicked up spray from the entry of a bullet.

“Stay right there, Brenda,” Hans warned.

“You can’t do this to me!”

“You said you could hold your breath. Let’s see how long you can do it.”

“I’ll hold it if you’ll let me work off my debt to you; ok?” In response he just aimed his gun right at her. “All right – all right; I’ll hold my breath!”

She waited until the closing cover approached her position. Then she took as big a breath as she could. She submerged as the next to last partition unfolded right over the top of her.

For a moment she started to swim toward the end of the pool. But it was already too late. The last partition of the cover unfolded before making contact with the edge of the pool, sealing her in.

There was no point trying to stay near the surface now. They weren’t going to let her out until they made her hold her breath. Brenda stopped treading water, allowing her muscle-bound form to slowly sink to the bottom.

She went all the way down and sat on her ass. She’d parked herself on the bottom on her butt for her son many times before. But now she had no choice. Maybe they would let her out after she’d held her breath for a really long time.

She tried to relax as she settled in for a nice, long lung-buster. She had no idea how long they were going to keep her submerged. Maybe Georgie would get off work early enough to come home and save her from these morons.

She listened to the quiet hum of the pool filter as she looked up at the surface. The three men were right there looking down on her. Maybe her sexy body and her skimpy bikini would incite them to spare her long enough to earn her a little more time to pay off her debts. After all, she was good at pleasing her son often enough to earn a little extra spending money by holding her breath while wearing a sexy outfit.

She had no idea how long they were going to keep her down. She released a few bubbles out of her nose as she tried to remain calm. But eventually she felt those familiar contractions start up in her stomach. It made her regret not keeping track with her watch.

She looked up at the glass cover and tried not to panic. Panic would only use up her breath faster, leading to her lungs giving out sooner. She was capable of holding her breath for a really long time if she just relaxed and didn’t freak out.

The contractions in her stomach grew worse. She could feel them moving up into her chest. She looked up at the surface again, letting the guys see her chest. Perhaps they would be turned on enough to open the cover back up.

The contractions got worse until she couldn’t stay down any longer. She swam up over to the end of the pool where she pushed up on the cover from underneath. But it was solid… and there wasn’t so much as a bubble of air she could get to!

Her lungs really started to hurt as she pushed up harder against the cover. How long were they going to keep her down here? Where the hell was Georgie??

She started losing bursts of air out of her mouth as she palmed the glass above her. Then she started pounding on it with her fists. Her chest heaved, her boobs bouncing as she beat on it.

Her lungs were on fire; it hurt like hell and she was getting dizzy. She screamed her breath away as a contraction nearly doubled her over. Then the cover started to retract from the edge of the pool.

Brenda shot up through the opening and gasped wildly for breath as the cover stopped a couple partitions away. Two of the business suits smiled appreciatively at her as though enjoying her body and her abilities. But Hans was stoic as ever.

“That’s not bad, Brenda. Gruber here timed you to 3:30. Quite impressive.”

Is that… enough to… lower… my debt?”

“Perhaps. I think one more breath-hold might convince me. Are you willing? Or should I just shoot you right now?”

“No – no; I’ll hold my breath for you… anything to lower my debt so Georgie can pay it off eventually.”

“Your son… you don’t seem to mind if I might have him murdered?”

“What is that to me?” she said with a dismissive wave. “I just live here. He pays me to hold my breath. That’s all he is to me… money and a place to live.”

“An interesting perspective. Very well. Shall we try again? Can you go longer?”

“Yes! I can go longer! Lower my debt and I’ll prove it to you!”

“Let’s see how long you can go, Brenda.” Then he started counting down from ten.

Brenda took a couple deep breaths to expand her lungs. If they were going to push her to 4:00, she would really need to concentrate. It was scary, but she believed she could push it another 30 seconds if she had to.

When he reached the end of his countdown, the cover was activated. It started to move toward the end of the pool. Brenda took a really big breath before she went under the surface, checking the watch on her wrist to mark the time.

She looked up and watched with dismay as the cover sealed her in. She tried to relax, allowing herself to sink to the bottom. Then she settled onto her ass again as she mentally prepared for a really long breath-hold.

This time Brenda closed her eyes. There was no point batting her lashes at the men above. They seemed impervious to a woman’s charms, especially her with her skimpy bathing suit. It was a shame too. She would have considered having sex with any or all of them if it would have meant paying down her gambling debt.

She didn’t bother looking at her watch. There was no point. It would only make her anxious to keep checking to see if she was getting closer to her appointed time before she was allowed back up to taste air again.

She focused on the sounds in the pool and the feel of the cool water on her skin. She got a mental image of the dress she wanted, picturing in her mind how good she would look in it. She imagined wearing the shoes Georgie would end up paying for from her breath-holds… imagined herself proudly strolling down the sidewalk in her new clothes.

Brenda felt a small contraction in her stomach, indicating the stressful part was about to begin. She tried to swallow it back down. Then she felt another. Now it was going to get harder. She would really have to focus.

Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she tried to swallow more contractions back down. She released a little more air out of her mouth to ease the strain. But the burn in her lungs was getting worse

How long had it been? She was afraid to look. She didn’t want to discover she still had a lot of time left to go, even though it felt like she’d been down for quite a while.

The contractions in her stomach moved up into her chest. Her breasts began to bounce as she experienced more convulsions. That was it; she had to find out how much longer she had left.

Brenda opened her eyes and looked at her watch. She was already at 3:08, an impressive feat. She still had almost a minute to go. But she was sure she could do it if she pushed herself.

She released more air out of her nose to ease the burn in her lungs. It only helped a little. Her stomach was rippling, her chest heaving.

She tried again to picture herself in that dress she wanted. But her lungs were really hurting. She checked her watch again.

3:27.

She pushed off the bottom, heading for the cover. She wanted to be right there when it opened. She felt so heavy with empty lungs; it was hard to stay up near the surface.

She risked another glance at her watch. It read 3:39. Gawd; her lungs ached!

She told herself to hold on as the contractions in her stomach got worse. She felt an incredible urge to inhale. Damn; this was hard!

She checked her watch again. It read 3:49. Eleven more seconds and it would all be over… eleven long, agonizing seconds.

She looked up at the men in the black suits. They were still there watching her as they stood along the side of the pool. Hans was emotionless, although the others seemed more appreciative of her efforts. Was it her skill they admired, or was it her body? She suspected it might be the latter, especially with her bikini showing off her sexy assets.

She risked another look at her watch. Five… four… three… Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving constantly as her stomach contracted. She was losing her breath in little bursts now.

At 4:00 she shot up, only to find the cover had not yet opened. Were they pushing her to go longer?? Her chest was really heaving now. The pain in her lungs was unbelievable.

She was getting dizzy and disoriented as she palmed the bottom of the cover with her hands. What if she blacked out down here? Would they get her out in time?

There was no movement on Hans’ part. She began slapping the cover, pushing up against it as more air slipped past her lips… “Open up, damn you!” He just watched impassively as another painful spasm almost doubled her over.

She began beating on the cover with her fists… “LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT!” She had just enough presence of mind to check her watch. It read 4:10. What the hell was taking so damned long??

She saw Hans shake his head at her. Gruber lifted up a hand with all the fingers displayed. Five minutes?? She was supposed to hold her breath five minutes??

Her eyes flew open in horror. There was no way she could stay down that long, was there?? The contractions in her stomach were insistent, her lungs demanding she inhale.

She shook her head and screamed her breath away. She really wanted to breathe. It hurt so bad!

At 4:22 she reflexively took a breath. She got water down her windpipe, causing it to close off completely. Now she could neither inhale nor exhale.

She coughed a burst of bubbles as she started thrashing about, gulping down water again and again. Her eyes widened in horror as she flailed for the cover. But now she was swallowing water as she began sinking downward toward the bottom.

She waved her arms at the surface as she tried to cry out. But she could no longer get any sound past her vocal cords. Then her windpipe opened back up.

Brenda began inhaling water, her chest convulsing painfully as she hitched and convulsed. She coughed up fewer and fewer bubbles as her lungs flooded. Then she slowly settled upon the floor of the pool on her back, looking up with a horrified expression.

She couldn’t see them anymore. What the hell happened?? She had pretty decent eyesight underwater. What was going on??

The pain lessened as consciousness started to fade. The last thing she thought was that Georgie would pay extra if she could reach four minutes. Then her senses collapsed all around her as her consciousness faded away into oblivion.

Hans looked down impassively, watching as stray bubbles slipped out of her opened mouth. He saw her arms twitch a little, saw one leg jerk as though a stray nerve ending had just fired. Then Gruber told him, “4:22, boss. She started to drown at 4:22.”

“She’s still down there, gentlemen,” he replied quietly, nodding at the body in the water. “You can see she managed to stay underwater for five full minutes. I’d say she’s successfully paid off her gambling debt.” Then he turned and walked away as though that was the end of the matter. The cover was left in place as he and his men left the back yard, leaving Brenda sprawled lifelessly at the bottom of her son’s pool.

© 2018 (written for Georgie and Brenda Jan 29 ’18 by riwa)

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The hanging of Dorothy Brown 3.7 (6)

Posted on March 24, 2018 by riwa

THE HANGING OF DOROTHY BROWN

“One minute, gentlemen,” an authoritative voice called out. “We need to take her out to the gallows.”

“Almost done, guv’ner,” the head guard responded. “Just filling up the bird’s holes is all. Almost done filling her bum.” Then he turned to his mates.

“Hurry up now, lads! Let’s finish up!”

Dorothy Brown shuddered from a shameful arousal as the trio abused her while rushing to conclude their business. The head guard on top roared his release. But there was already so much cum in her arse that she could not feel it. The one underneath squeezed her tits hard with an orgasmic cry until she was sure she felt him cum inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.

The worst was the one lifting her head up by her blonde locks while brutally fucking her face. His penis was rough and smelly, and it was disturbingly huge. It choked her as he slammed it down her throat until she could feel his seed flowing into her stomach from his eruption.

He abruptly pulled out, although his member was still spurting. She got a glob of goo splattered onto her face, adding to all the previous near-misses of her mouth. It was so humiliatingly erotic that she orgasmed hard, shamefully squeezing pleasure into the two cocks thrusting into her other end.

“‘ello?” the guard in her bum cried out in astonishment. “I think she just came, guv’ner!”

He shook his head as he sighed in exasperation. “Well get her on her feet and secure her arms, lads! We’ve got to execute her proper now. You’ve had your fun. The prisoners will get her next after she’s been duly hanged.” He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry.

Dorothy shivered with dread as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She took a look at herself and saw cum splattered on her chest and tits, her face and hair having born the worst of it. Then her arms were viciously jerked behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m going naked? Can’t I towel off? Don’t make me go to my death looking like THIS??”

“What’s it gonna matter, luv?” the guard who’d plowed her pussy cackled. “You’re only going to get messy all over again anyway… right, guv’ner?” Dorothy looked in horror at the warden. But he just smiled at her.

“The prisoners don’t get to have much fun out here in the outer territories,” he said to her in explanation. “Therefore we give them what pleasures they can get when they can get them.” She shuddered in horror, realizing they were going to abuse her body after she was dead.

Her arms were crossed painfully behind her back, overlapping wrists to elbows as they were strapped together. It made her breasts thrust out, making her wish she could somehow cover them. But there were no such chivalrous pleasantries. She found it utterly amazing that men in the employ of the crown could be so sadistically cruel… even out here.

One of the guards picked up the rest of the straps that had been discarded in a corner of her cell. Then she was led through the door and out into the hall. Cum dripped off her face and body, leaking out of her well-fucked holes.

She was verbally abused as she was escorted down the corridor. The lewd comments of her fellow inmates still indoors rained down on her… “Gave you the full treatment; did they, luv?”  “Neck’s goin’ to snap right quick on that bird…” “It’s a long way down, luv… it feels like you’re falling forever until the rope jerks your neck proper…”   “Mighty hot day for a hangin’ today; ain’t it, luv?”  “Yer gonna jerk like a fish on a line fer sure, I’ll wager…”

Dorothy tried to let the comments roll off her back like water off a duck. But with each remark thrown her way she felt like her knees were going to buckle on her. She could not believe this was happening to her.

She stepped through the final door into the blast of the heat of the morning sun. A well-worn dirt path led through the courtyard to the imposing wooden gallows standing before her. It looked old and well used.

She swallowed hard as she started to tremble. A large number of guards and inmates stood in front of the gallows. It looked like she was going to have quite the audience.

Every eye was upon her naked, cum-streaked body. Dorothy shuddered in abject humiliation. But what really disturbed her was the shameful arousal she was now experiencing.

“Just a few more steps; eh, guv’ner?” the head guard chuckled. “Then we’ll get to drop this bird proper.” When she hesitated, he nudged her forward, urging her toward the wooden structure.

Dorothy gasped as though struggling to breathe in the heat of the sun. Her eyes opened wider as she drew nearer to the gallows. Bloody hell; they were really going to hang her!

The enormity of what was about to happen to her finally set in as she reached the base of the wooden steps. She balked as she looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Up you go, lass,” the head guard admonished, pulling on her elbow. “No need to worry about splinters; it’s been smoothed out well enough from heavy use. Besides… splinters are the least of your worries now.”

That much was true: splinters were the least of her worries. Looking down she could tell how well worn each step had become. How many had made this march before her? How many had climbed these steps to face the end of their life at the end of a rope??

The head guard pulled her up onto the first step. She sagged as her knees nearly gave out. “Don’t worry, luv; I’ll take good care of you.”

He pulled her upright, half dragging her up the steps. “I haven’t lost a prisoner going up these steps yet, lass.” He was certainly taking all of this in good order.

With each step she hesitated even more, forcing him to pull harder on her arm. The warden followed them up from behind. The other two guards waited stiffly at the bottom of the steps, their presence no longer required.

Dorothy found herself climbing mostly with her head down in an effort to maintain her balance. As a result she found herself mentally counting each step she took as though they’d become precious to her… “eight… n-nine… t-ten…” Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

She wondered if anyone had died prematurely from a heart attack or stroke or something like that. It probably would have been a pity, especially for those eager to see a hangin’. She suspected she was not going to have that kind of luck to escape this.

Her silent count of the steps reached thirteen before the platform leveled off. Her head came up as she was turned toward the center of the gallows. Almost immediately her eyes centered on the hemp noose dangling there waiting for her.

She gasped, taking it in as she was walked over to it. It had a single coil that was standard practice for the British Commonwealth and its many colonies, especially here in the outer territories. Now this one was meant for her.

Dorothy almost fainted at the knowledge it was soon to caress her neck. The head guard had to grab her and hold her upright for a moment. She whimpered as she panted for breath until some of the dizziness passed.

The warden began formally reading the charges against her. But she heard not a word. She was too busy staring down in horror at all the eyes that were looking up at her.

She felt the head guard strap her legs together above her knees. Another one went around her upper thighs, causing her to gasp again. A final one was secured around her ankles as she stood centered upon the trap. She shuddered from a near orgasm, struggling to catch her breath again.

The head guard took the noose in front of her and brought it around her neck. The rough hemp scratched her skin, sending horrific shivers rippling through her body. He set it near the left side of her jaw so that her head would lift up and back when she fell, breaking her neck instantly.

She was terrified, especially when she found it becoming harder to control her bladder. The guard quietly stepped behind her, leaving her standing there as the center of attention. How much longer did she have before it was over? …moments maybe?

She looked out at the assembled throng as she continued to tremble. Every eye appeared to be lusting after her. There were many smiles as well as several eager faces.

The voice of the warden broke through her fog of terror. “Dorothy Brown: do you understand the charges that have been brought against you?” She blinked, unable to move her lips.

What did it matter? They were trumped up anyway. She numbly nodded her head as she looked forward, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You will now explain the procedure to the prisoner,” the warden instructed the guard.

“With pleasure, guv’ner,” he smiled at a trembling Dorothy. “You see, luv, we’ve already weighed you nice and proper yesterday. And at 59 kilograms you’re going to be falling nearly three meters. That should be enough to snap that lovely neck of yours good and proper.” Her chest rose and fell, her nipples painfully erect as he continued…

“I’ll pull the lever right over here, luv, and it’ll release the trap straight away. You’ll hear the sound of me pulling the lever an then the sound of the trap opening beneath your feet. Then you’ll fall right through, you will… that is, until you reach the end of your rope.” He paused with a smile as though enjoying her fear… savoring it perhaps?

“When you hit the end of the rope you’ll probably bounce a time or two. But it should snap your neck right quick on the very first bounce… just like THAT!” and he snapped his fingers. “Afterwards you won’t feel a thing, luv. We’ll just get to enjoy watching as your body jerks, twitches and spasms for about a minute or so.”

Dorothy’s eyes flew open wide in horror at his description of what was going to happen to her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized it was almost time. All those eyes down below were solely upon her, waiting for her to fall to her death.

She was painfully aware of the cum all over her, cum that was plainly visible to her audience. She was profoundly ashamed not to have been granted time to clean up. What made it worse was the knowledge she would soon be dead… and that she would become a greater mess at the end of the rope once all those animals down there had their way with her corpse.

“You’ll hang all nice and proper for an hour,” the guard concluded, “but that don’t mean the inmates won’t have their fun with you while you’re still in the rope. Then you’ll be taken down for everyone to enjoy. I expect your body will probably be used be nearly everyone here, luv.”

He smiled cruelly as he continued. “Afterwards, us guards will take you outside the prison to a lonely plot of ground. A grave has already been dug and we’ll throw you right in. All of us will enjoy one last jerk-off on your body, luv. Then we’ll cover you up with dirt and leave the grave unmarked where you’ll spend all eternity thinking about what you’ve done. Ain’t that right, guv’ner?”

“Quite correct,” she heard the warden’s voice observe. “Now Dorothy Brown…” he asked solemnly. “Do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”

Dorothy’s eyes were wide as her lungs heaved in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples protruding so hard that they hurt. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

She tried to move her lips and discovered she couldn’t as she trembled like mad. She finally shook her head, unable to form any coherent words. Down below the faces of the guards and inmates all looked up at her with sadistic glee.

“DROP HER!” a voice cried out from down below. “HANG THE BIRD ALREADY! I’M HUNGRY AND IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!”

Dorothy’s eyes got even bigger as she started panting like crazy. Her mind screamed, “WHAT? DON’T I GET A HOOD OR SOMETHING??” Then she felt herself start to go all weak in the knees. She didn’t want to watch this… didn’t want to see herself fall.

“Executioner?” she heard the warden’s voice behind her. “Do your duty!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she promptly wet herself. She was sure she heard a creak in the wood as though someone had moved. The guard must have stepped over to the lever; surely he was going to pull it any moment now!

For a moment her senses were quite clear. She could feel the heat of the noonday sun beating down on her cum-streaked body, could smell the galley cooking the noon-day meal. In her mouth she tasted the salty tang from the mixture of the many cums she’d been forced to swallow from the guards. Then she heard the sound of the lever being pulled.

Dorothy Brown climaxed hard as the trap fell away underneath her feet with a clunk. She was dimly aware that someone was screaming – that SHE was screaming. She was weightless, falling as though she was never going to sto –

She bounced as she hit the end of the rope, silencing her cry. There was a loud CRICK, an incredibly sharp pain in her neck. Then there was nothing.

Dorothy Brown never heard the cheer that went up from the assembly…

The guards and inmates released their enthusiasm with a lustful cry as Dorothy Brown’s naked body jerked at the end of the rope. Her feet fluttered together like some fish hanging from the end of a line. Her motions from the fall began to settle as she swung and twisted, her eyes wide yet vacant.

“LOOK AT THE BIRD KICK!” someone hollered.

“THEY ALWAYS DO THAT!” another one called out. “SHE’LL KICK FOR ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO ‘TIL HER BRAIN TELLS HER TO STOP!”

Sure enough… after about a minute or so her body stopped jerking and twitching. She softly swayed back and forth, her neck elongated and her eyes glazed over. A stream of urine flowed down her bound legs, telling one and all that her bladder had finally relaxed. The cruel flushing her bum had received the day before made sure nothing came out of her arse other than the leaking seed of the many guards who’d abused her while using that hole.

The inmates were turned loose to swarm forward to have a closer look. Only her legs were within reach. The head guard still up on the gallows platform had to lower her enough so they could get their grubby paws on her.

She dangled a foot off the ground as they groped and fondled her still warm body. Some grabbed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Others shoved fingers up her bum and pussy, noticing she was quite wet. Comments were raised as to whether she might have had a cum as she fell through the trap.

Cocks were pulled out as some inmates started stroking. Dorothy became the recipient of more cum as it splattered her legs and torso. This went on until her body was finally brought down an hour later.

Almost immediately the inmates became animals as they swarmed around her, untying her straps and fucking her many holes. She ended up face down, several inmates holding her up enough for her lifeless mouth to take one cock after another as she was fucked up her pussy and arse. Even as some headed in for lunch, a great many stayed outside to enjoy themselves before going in to eat.

More cum splattered until she was finally turned over so they could coat her face, tits and pussy. By the evening meal the inmates were all herded inside, leaving a guard detail to take care of her. That’s when four of them lifted her up onto a canvas stretcher.

She was walked outside the prison walls to a grave that had been cut out of the ground. Her cum-soaked body was dropped unceremoniously into the earth. Then the guards whipped out their cocks and gave her a “going-away salute”, their seed splattering her nudity one last time.

Dirt was shoveled onto her, landing on her chest and in her face and hair until she was totally covered. Then the guards gathered up the burial tools and went back inside the prison. There was no marker left to identify her final resting place…

© 2009; 2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 26 ‘09; ed. Jan 3 ’18 by riwa)

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Carl the scuba diver 3.8 (5)

Posted on March 18, 2018 by riwa

Carl the scuba diver

If Carl would have known how his life was going to change after the encounter, he might not have dropped into Bob’s Tavern for a drink that evening after work before going home.

Carl was a scuba diver. He enjoyed it so much that he took on odd jobs with his gear whenever he could. Frequently those jobs involved pool repairs.

He was having a drink at the bar when he overheard a couple of women at a table discussing a pool that needed repairs. He gathered the one woman wearing the bookish glasses was a realtor who flipped houses on the side. The other was her rapidly-losing-patience friend who seemed to be listening half-heartedly to her complaints.

The friend finally excused herself, becoming tired of the conversation. After she’d gone Carl smiled at the realtor, holding up his drink in a toast. She looked nice enough, with brown hair down past her shoulders and a tattoo on her right arm.

She smiled at him as she sighed heavily. He asked, “Trouble with a pool, ma’am?”

“You have no idea. I have a leak; there’s a problem with the drain; and it needs a good cleaning.”

“I work on pools in my spare time. Care to tell me about it? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction to get it fixed.”

She came over and sat beside him at the bar, introducing herself as Sondra Webberly. Then she proceeded to tell him all about the problems with the pool. It was going to prevent her from flipping the house and making a tidy profit until it was fixed.

He listed the issues he thought it had based on her descriptions. Then he gave her the potential remedies. Despite her impatience with the whole issue, he seemed to have impressed her.

She wrote the address down on a card before giving it to him. Then she asked when he could come over and have a look at it. He told her he could see it late tomorrow afternoon. She thanked him, paid for her drink and then left as she said she needed to get going.

There was something about her that set off a couple red flags. But she seemed nice enough, and he was willing to help her out if he could. Besides, he figured the job might pay well.

The next afternoon he showed up at the address with his scuba gear. Sondra was already there waiting for him when he arrived. She was impatient again.

She rushed him through the gate and around to the back yard. There was water in the pool, but it didn’t seem to be at full level. She told him it had lost almost six inches since she’d had it filled a week ago.

He stripped down to his swim trunks before gearing up. Then he picked out a couple tools from his toolbox. “I’ll have a look at the drain, ma’am. That’s usually the first place to start.”

He went down in his scuba gear, pulled the cover and looked inside. Immediately he saw the crack. And the valve looked suspect as well. But it looked like there might be a possibility of fixing it without too much trouble.

He surfaced and told her about the crack in the pipe as well as the suspicious valve. Then he climbed out before asking her to show him the controls to the drain. She took him over to the pool shed and allowed him to have a look.

“That explains it,” he told her after a quick examination. “You have some outdated controls. I’m betting the valve down there has given way, leading to that crack in the drain. It’ll have to be replaced. I think I can do it without tearing the pool apart. I’ll just need to have it drained so I can get to it.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “How much?” Money seemed to be a big issue with her.

He quoted her a price. Then he told her, “That’s only if I don’t find anything else wrong down there. If we’re lucky, that’s all I’ll find. And that’s not including the other repairs you’ll need. That’s just the valve, the drain and the controls.”

She looked at him dubiously. Then she coldly asked if he knew of other shops she could ask to compare prices. It was obvious she wanted the work done for less.

It occurred to him this woman might not be worth the effort. So he mentioned the name of a couple pool companies he knew about. She wrote them down as though believing them to be her salvation.

“Tell them what I told you, ma’am. Ask what they’ll charge to come out and replace the parts. I could be wrong, but I’m betting they’ll charge at least $500 more.”

He reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a business card and gave it to her in case she needed to contact him again. She humpfed at him as though she didn’t want to deal with him any longer. But at the last second she accepted the card.

“I’m sure you can see your way out,” she huffed. “Close the gate behind you. I’ve got another appointment.” Then she was gone. Carl packed his gear and left, grateful she was no longer a part of his life.

Two days later he got a call from Sondra. Could he go out to that house, work on the drain and replace the parts in question? She already had it empty for him.

He didn’t bother asking if she’d checked around the other pool repair shops for a better price. She obviously had or she wouldn’t have come back to him. Once more he had that nagging feeling he should just turn her down. But she seemed anxious to get that pool repaired.

He told her the amount he would need just to buy the parts. She said she would pay it the day they were installed. Carl decided not to haggle with her. It was best just to get it done so she would be out of his hair.

The following day he drove out to the property. The pool was indeed drained. But it was obvious it would need more work than just fixing a leaky drain.

It took an hour for him to pull the faulty valve and broken pipe. He also removed the outdated controls in the pool shed. Then he drove to the cheapest place he could think of that would have the parts on hand.

He got what he needed and went back to the property. It took longer to reinstall the parts than he’d anticipated. He still had a little work left to do when he packed up for the day, unhappy the realtor had not showed up to pay him.

He called Sondra and told her the cost of the replacement parts. She seemed irritated at the price, even though he’d given her an accurate quote. Then he told her he had a little additional work that needed to be done with the drain before the pool could be refilled.

This angered her even more. She told him she had a client who was interested in the property the very next day who wanted to see a functioning pool. He told her it would be wise to keep it empty until he could finish the repairs. The earliest he could get out there wouldn’t be until later tomorrow afternoon to finish the job. Her response was to swear at him before the line went dead.

Carl sighed as he shook his head. He had a bad feeling about her. But he didn’t feel like he could abandon a job half finished. So he determined to go back the next day and do what he could to leave the pool in some sort of working order.

The next afternoon he showed up with his scuba gear. For some reason he’d had a bad feeling about Sondra’s call. His worst fears were confirmed when he got there and discovered the pool had been filled overnight.

He cursed the realtor under his breath. But the job still needed to be finished. So he geared up before stepping off the side into the water to see what he could do.

Sondra showed up a half hour later… and she was not a happy camper. Apparently the client had seen the issues with the pool and had immediately exhibited a lack of interest. As far as she was concerned, there was only one person to blame for the loss of the sale.

Carl was at the bottom working on the drain when he heard a banging up at the surface. He exhaled heavily as he shook his head. He could hear her hollering his name as he got closer.

He popped up and saw her standing there glaring at him, one of his tools in her hand. “I lost the deal with Mr. Sunders… and it’s all your fault!”

He pulled the regulator out of his mouth to speak to her. “I’m sorry, Miss Webberly. But I told you the job wasn’t finished. And you owe me for the parts I purchased yesterday to make the replacements.”

“I’m not paying you a damned thing! You cost me a sale!”

“Lady, just write me a check for the parts, ok? Let me finish with this valve. Then I can get out of your hair. If only you hadn’t filled it. Now it’s going to take longer to finish.”

Carl was fed up. He decided he wanted nothing more to do with her. Let someone else deal with the other issues. After the drain repairs, he was through with the inconsiderate bitch.

She did not take it well. “You bastard! I’m not paying you a dime! This is not my fault!” But he had already put the regulator back into his mouth and submerged.

“Hey! I’m not through with you!” His response was an exhalation of bubbles as he headed down toward the pool drain.

She swore at him again, but he was already well out of earshot as he went back to his work. Carl wanted to complete the job and go home. He could deal with the money she owed him later. At least his part of the job would be completed.

Sondra angrily went inside the house to check on another repair. She saw the man hadn’t been out to work on the kitchen yet. That infuriated her even more.

She went back outside and started hollering at Carl again. Now she simply wanted him off her property. She wasn’t going to pay him a damned thing, not after she’d told him the price wasn’t satisfactory.

She had to get his attention by beating against the side of the pool again with one of his tools. He exhaled angrily as he surfaced. “What is it now?” he asked after removing the reg from his mouth.

“Just get the hell out of there, ok? I want you out!”

“Miss Webberly, if I don’t finish with the drain, whoever you hire to come out is going to charge you for work I already did because they’re not going to know how far I got with it. Just let me go back down and finish it up, ok?”

“I told you to get out of my gawd damn pool!” But he responded by putting the reg back into his mouth before submerging again.

“Hey! Get out of there!” But he didn’t seem to hear her.

“Look! I’m going to go inside and take a shower! At least the bathroom still works! You’d better be gone by the time I come back out!”

She huffed angrily as she went inside. She went back to the bathroom, removed her clothes, and took a quick shower. But she was in an ugly mood and was unable to enjoy it, causing her to shorten the duration of her time under the shower head.

She dried herself off and then got back into her sundress. She went back outside, hoping to find him gone. She was enraged to see he was still in the water at the bottom of the pool.

She grabbed one of his tools and beat against the side of the pool with it. “Hey! Get your ass out of my pool! I warned you, asshole!” Then she angrily threw his tool into the water.

He heard the sound and turned just in time to see her toss it in. He exhaled angrily as he headed for the surface. She was right there kneeling at the edge of the pool, ranting and raving while giving him a piece of her mind.

At that moment something in Carl snapped. In anger he grabbed her by the arms. Then he yanked her into the water with a startled cry.

She came right back up spewing obscenities in his direction. “Fuck you, you bitch!” he hollered back. Then he grabbed her and pulled her under.

She screamed out a flurry of bubbles as she twisted out of his grasp. She popped up to the surface, only for him to grab her and pull her back under. She kicked and flailed, further enraging him.

He put the regulator back into his mouth. Then to humiliate her he started pulling her dress off. She screamed bloody murder, losing a flush of bubbles as she twisted and turned in his grasp.

The more she struggled against him, strangely the more aroused he became. As far as he was concerned she deserved what she was getting. But his anger was diminishing, giving way to a growing sexual excitement.

He finally succeeded in getting her dress off. She shot up to the surface and sputtered angrily, telling him she was going to sue him for every last dollar he had. Carl wrapped his arms around her and hauled her back down.

He was so disgusted with her that the next thing to come off was her bra, exposing her breasts so he could have a look. He saw how hard her nipples had become, and it excited him further. Something made him struggle to get her panties off as well, and a bulge developed in his trunks.

Sondra was indignant. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her! She kept lashing out, only to have him duck out of the way of her flailing arms.

She wriggled free one last time and made it back to the surface. She sputtered, “You fucking pervert!” That was all she got out as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down.

That was it; he’d had enough of this bitch’s lip. He was going to fix her once and for all! Carl held on tight, allowing the belt around his waist to pull them downward.

Sondra struggled in vain. But this time she couldn’t break free. And it seemed like he was not about to let her go.

She began to panic as she wriggled and struggled in his grasp. He held on tighter, refusing to let go. She let out a cry of horror, losing most of her breath. Then she accidently swallowed water from a contraction in her stomach.

Sondra gurgled as she suddenly began thrashing abut in a panic. Now he had to hold on tight so as not to lose her as she was really wriggling and twisting about. His cock stiffened until it was pulsing with excitement.

He gasped her firmly as she coughed and spasmed. That’s when he realized she was actually drowning. For a moment he came to his senses, instinctively letting her go.

Sondra rose to the surface, still convulsing from gentle heaves in her stomach and chest. She floated lifelessly, staring downward with unseeing eyes as her hitches lessened. Carl looked up at her in astonishment, amazed he was so turned on by her naked body while having drowned the bitch.

He went up and pulled her back down to him, holding her at arm’s length for inspection. Then he reached out to feel her boobs. He touched her all over, enjoying the warmth of her flesh and the softness of her curves.

He fingered her slit and discovered she was wet. He was horny, and he wanted to use her for some relief. Carl split her legs and humped her crotch from behind as he forced her to face downward.

Her body jerked around as he humped her from behind while standing on the pool floor. Her hair flowed as her arms and legs splayed outward He gasped into his regulator until his cock finally went off, spurting into his trunks as he ground against her crotch.

Carl turned her around, pulled her close and looked right into her face. He trembled from an unexpected excitement at seeing the shock in her eyes. Then he cruelly pushed into her stomach. It forced a few bubbles out of her flooded lungs.

He let her go, only to watch as her body slowly drifted to the floor of the pool onto her back. He shivered again from a perverse excitement. Then he decided he should probably get the hell out of there.

Carl collected his tools, climbed out of the pool and quickly shed his gear. Then he hauled everything out to his truck. He made sure he left nothing behind before he drove away. But the memory remained strong in his mind. By the time he pulled into his driveway he was hard again…

2018 (written Jan 29 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the preview pics from the H2Ogems clip “I need you out of here NOW!” that I used as illustrations.)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 8 4.3 (6)

Posted on March 12, 2018 by riwa

8

So I was right. I HAD seen mom standing there watching me while I was coming down the steps after hanging that sister. I had told myself that it couldn’t be, that I had seen somebody else who only looked like her. But here she was. It must have been her after all.

Seeing mom and Brad naked was not that much of a shock. But the glowing sensor in her belly button jolted me to my very core. How could this be??

Next to me Stew was equally shocked. He finally gasped, “Mom? What… what happened??”

“For gawd’s sake; close the door, you two!” I numbly closed the door behind us, still unable to believe what I was seeing.

I finally found my voice. “Mom? What… what are you DOING here?” As though that would explain her situation with the sensor.

Stew pointed at the glowing red in her belly and gasped, “Mom, your sensor! Does that mean…?”

I thought she would be freaking out, or at least crying a little. Instead she looked embarrassed. “I guess so, honey.”

“Mom, what happened?”

“We had sex before we came to the Club. When we got here we were so turned on with everything that we had sex again. I thought I’d taken every precaution. But you know those things aren’t always 100% effective.”

“You came to the Club??” Stew blurted out in disbelief. “Mom, what made you come to the Club??”

“Well, I came partly because of you two, honey. I found your noose out in the garage. And I must admit to a little voyeurism a couple of times while watching you fuck and then play in the noose.”

“You saw us?” That’s when Stew blushed a deep crimson at having been found out.

“Honey, I seriously thought about stopping you. But I was afraid that might only strengthen your resolve. I was hoping it was just a phase that might burn out after a few times, especially if you got a little close to hanging for real. I don’t know… maybe I should have tried stopping you.”

“Mom, you followed us?”

“No, honey. I told you we had sex right after you left. I told Brad I wondered if you might have come here tonight, especially in that outfit. He asked if I wanted him to bring me here and check it out for ourselves. I guess I was curious… and maybe a little concerned you might do something rash.” Then she shamefully lowered her head.

“Honey, the way you enjoyed hanging that girl… and then beheading those two up onstage? I guess it… well, I guess it turned me on more than it should have.”

“You brought her here??” I told Brad with anger creeping into my voice. I guess I was still focused on mom being here and now being condemned to face an execution.

“She wanted to come here just like you did, Janelle. What was I supposed to do: tell her no? Would it have been ok if she would have told you and Stewart you were not allowed to come to the Club?”

“Honey, it’s not Brad’s fault.”

“Yeah mom; maybe… but… but what about your sensor?”

“What about it, honey?”

“How are we going to get you out of here??”

“I don’t think you can. Once it pops, that’s it. It went off just as you were coming down off the stage from the hanging. I thought you’d seen me so Brad and I were going to head back to a room and keep out of sight.”

She looked at him and again told him it wasn’t his fault. Then she told me an attendant came up to them before they’d safely gotten to a room, asking when the execution was going to take place. So they both knew right then there was no way of sneaking out or anything like that.

“I told the attendant I wouldn’t be leaving this room alive, honey. I guess that satisfied her. And I wanted to see you two one last time before I died. But you were up onstage beheading those girls while we were watching on a monitor. So I sent an attendant to fetch you after you were done.”

“Honey, the reason I summoned you two here is that I wanted to tell you how much I love you. I wanted to say my goodbyes before Brad, well…” She paused as she smiled at him. “Well… let’s just say I hope he enjoys snuffing me.”

Stew blurted out, “Mom, what are we going to do about dad?? He’s here too, you know!”

“I know he is, honey. Why do you think I privatized the cams in our rooms? I knew his company occasionally held meetings here at the Club, and I was pretty sure he’d come here tonight. In fact I half expected him to find you and send you home. I didn’t want your father to know I was here. Hell, I didn’t want you to know I was here. But I guess…”

She patted the sensor and then sighed heavily. “I guess this changed everything. They’ll record what happens in here of course for their streaming site and their DVD sales. That way everyone will get to watch what happened to me after I’m gone. That way your father can find out like everyone else will… or you can tell him later after I’m gone. I’m just… I guess I’m just too ashamed for him to see me this way.”

“Well he definitely knows we’re here now,” I told her. “I saw him and his date watching us while we were onstage fucking those girls in the guillotine. In fact when the attendant came I was certain we were being summoned to his room just so he could send us home.”

“Wait a minute!” Stew said as he raised a hand. It was finally beginning to register. “You mean… you mean you’re not sending us home??”

“I’m not sure what would be the point, honey. You’re both adults now. Besides, you came here and you’ve seen everything and your sister took part in a terribly arousing hanging. Hell, you both took part in that incredibly erotic double beheading up onstage. I don’t think banning you from here is the answer, not when I came here and have now accidentally gotten myself snuffed.”

She looked at me carefully before asking, “You’re not pregnant or anything; are you, honey?”

“No, mom; I’m not.”

“Show me.” So I dutifully parted my robe enough for her to see my sensor was green.

“Well, that’s a relief I guess.” Then she paused as she looked at me again.

I could see her running things over in her mind as though putting two and two together. Then she started to say, “Wait a minute. Janelle, surely you’re not thinking about…?”

“No, mom; I’m not.”

My stupid brother looked accusingly at me before telling her, “Yeah, mom; she is.” Then he turned to me and said, “You’re still thinking about it, right?”

“Stew??”

“Well, you are, aren’t you? Mom’s got a right to know now that she’s here and she’s going to be snuffed! She can’t do anything about it anyway because she’s going to be dead soon!” Then he got this pained expression in his eyes as he looked at her again.

“Oh honey; don’t feel bad for me. It’s my own fault. I’m more embarrassed about it than anything else.” Then she looked me right in the eye before asking, “Janelle, are you serious about this?”

“Tell her, Janelle! Or did that hanging up onstage put you off? Mom pretty much had it figured out anyway; right, mom? She saw the hanging stuff in the garage, sis, and she’s seen you a couple times playing in the noose!”

I lowered my head in embarrassment. I didn’t want anyone to find out until after the fact in case they might try to stop me. What’s more, I felt ashamed at my arousal over the idea Brad now had to snuff my mother.

“Young lady, are you crazy?? And you…” she said accusingly at my brother. “Did you encourage this?”

“Mom, I did everything I could to try to stop her! I was afraid she was going to come here and get someone else to do it to her without getting a chance to say goodbye!”

“That’s right, mom,” I told her. She was going to die anyway, so I guess I figured she might as well know the whole truth.

“I can’t stop thinking about it, mom. Hanging that sexy bitch onstage only convinced me how much I want to hang for Stew. I can’t help it, ok? I want Stew to get off on my hanging just like you want Brad to get off on your death. In fact…” Then my voice trailed off. Now I was really ashamed.

“In fact, I want to stay and watch you get snuffed, mom.” Now I was trembling, my voice barely above a whisper. I was also wet as hell.

“Janelle????” My brother was incredulous I’d admitted it so brazenly.

“Admit it, Stew!” I hissed at him. “You want to stay and watch too; right?” He looked at me for a second, looked at mom… and then also lowered his head in embarrassment.

“You both want to stay??” she asked us in amazement. “I didn’t think you’d want to… oh my!”

“What about you, Brad?” I asked. “We can stay, right? I’ll even make it worth your while.” I was already thinking about having sucked his cock earlier in the evening. In fact the idea of Brad watching with Stewart while I hanged up onstage was really starting to turn me on.

Mom stood up and came over to us. “You two really want to stick around and watch?”

“Yeah, mom… that is, if you’ll let us.” I felt so ashamed… and yet so fucking horny.

“Honey, that would mean a lot to me if you want to stay and watch and, uh…”

She suddenly embraced me and I kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back… and I mean really kissed me! That turned me on even more.

We parted, and she went over to kiss Stewart as well. It was a deep, soulful kiss that also turned me on. I looked at Brad who smiled back. I’ll be damned if his cock wasn’t starting to stir at seeing us kiss our mom.

I don’t know what it was that made me reach over and start caressing her. She was really kissing Stew like a lover! I groped and fondled her all over until she pulled us over to the bed.

It was mom who got the robe off Stew’s shoulders, causing it to crumple to the floor. His cock was already semi erect. She did the same to me, pushing the robe off my shoulders before pulling us down onto the bed with her.

She was still kissing Stew as I started kissing her body all over. We all started panting heavily for breath. That’s when Brad got closer and started feeling me up as he squeezed one of my boobs.

Things started getting hot and heavy right away. Mom turned and kissed me as Stew groped and fondled her. Brad was lying next to me touching me everywhere and getting me hot. Then mom turned and kissed Stew again.

The four of us started making out together. Stew and I kissed and licked mom’s nipples as she moaned between us. Brad rubbed between my legs, and I parted them so he could see how wet I’d become. Then mom reached down and grabbed Stew’s cock while she tried fingering my button.

I was still trying to process the fact that mom was going to die… in essence, that she HAD to die. So I worked extra hard at pleasuring her. I had mixed emotions – sadness at the thought of losing her and then a shameful arousal that I was going to watch her execution.

She pushed my brother off the bed so she could get to his cock. I felt an erotic jolt as she leaned over the edge of the bed and took it into her mouth while he stood there. Stew looked like he was enjoying himself, although I wondered if he was having conflicting emotions like I was.

I worked myself onto my back between mom’s legs underneath her crotch where I went to town on her pussy. She was dripping wet and smelled of sex. Was she as turned on at the thought of dying as I was?

I lapped up her fluids as I plowed my tongue between her labia. She moaned with a mouthful of Stew’s cock. It was erotic as hell.

I felt Brad slide me toward the edge of the bed. Then he got between my legs and started licking me out as well. We had a hot little daisy chain going in that room by doing oral on each other.

I could tell mom was enjoying Stew’s meat the way she groaned with his cock in her mouth. I licked and nibbled her sweet muff, making her wriggle and writhe on top of me. Brad made me groan into her pussy the way he was feasting on my dripping twat.

I grabbed mom’s butt and gave it a squeeze as I licked her quivering slit. Then I stuck a couple of fingers in her ass and gave her a sexy little fingering. She cried out into Stew’s cock in her mouth, turning me on like crazy knowing I was getting her all worked up.

It wasn’t long before Brad stopped licking my pussy. A moment later I felt his dick push its way inside me. That’s when I really started moaning as he gave me a good, hard fucking.

The room was filled with the sounds of sucking, slurping and shafting as we all groaned loudly. It sounded like mom was really working over Stew’s cock. It made me wonder if this had been a fantasy of hers that was finally coming true since she wasn’t going to live long enough to worry how it might affect her later.

I licked her good and hard until I made her cum. I got a little gush of fluid on my face for my efforts. But making her orgasm was one hell of a turn-on.

After that we shifted positions by turning the other way. I leaned my head over the edge of the bed upside down as Brad rammed his cock down my throat. Mom bent over me and knelt on the bed as she feasted on my pussy. Stew finally got to fuck her, shoving his dick into her cunt from behind.

She went nuts, crying out into my muff as she begged him to fuck her harder. I was so turned on from our naughty little orgy that she licked an orgasm right out of me. Mom cried out from a second climax, which was an added thrill.

Brad turned me over and put me on my knees on the bed so I was facing mother. Then he fucked me from behind. I got to watch the expression on mom’s face getting fucked by Stew, and she got to watch the expression on my face getting fucked by her boy-toy. I think we both orgasmed within a few moments of each other.

We finally collapsed on a heap on the bed, cuddling with each other as we got our breath back. The guys got into bed with us and groped us as we wound down from our orgasmic highs. Mom and I kissed each other tenderly until she finally pulled away.

“I suppose we should get on with this,” she told us with a hint of sadness in her voice. “I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. But I suspect the Club is waiting to hear about my demise.”

“So how do you want to go about this, Tamara?” Brad asked carefully.

She sighed again as she looked around the room. “I’m not sure I want to be beheaded,” she remarked thoughtfully. “It would probably be the quickest. But it just… it just gives me the willies.”

“What about the electric chair?” Stew asked.

“I don’t know, honey. I don’t know if I want to be jolted with thousands of volts of current shooting through me.”

“That only leaves…” I started to say as I looked up at the noose dangling from the ceiling. It had been there the whole time, although we’d all ignored it. Now we stared up at it in silence.

“I’m not sure,” mom finally answered carefully. “But I must admit I was really turned on watching you hang that girl up onstage, honey.”

“I’ve got an idea, mom,” Stew said. “Is it ok if I show you?”

“Go right ahead, honey.”

He got up and went over to the closet. He opened it up and rummaged around inside. “They have a lot of cool things in here, mom. But this is what I’m looking for.”

He pulled out another noose along with a small amount of rope. “C’mon, sis,” he motioned at me with a smile. I curiously sat up and allowed him to tie my wrists behind my back.

“How about this, mom?” he suggested as he stood upon the bed, reached up and threaded the end of the noose through the eye-bolt up there. He looped it around my neck with a smile. Then he made me kneel and suck his cock with my wrists tied behind my back and a noose around my neck.

I felt an erotic jolt as I got him into full hardness. Then he stretched out flat on the bed on his back. He made me straddle him, slowly impaling myself on his cock until I was all the way inside. Then he pulled on the rope, asphyxiating me as he made me ride his cock.

I felt an erotic jolt of fear and arousal as he strangled the shit out of me. My pussy clenched like crazy as I involuntarily milked him. He did that for several minutes until he forced an orgasm right out of me. Then he made me rise up so Brad could have a turn.

I could tell mom was turned on as this time I was forced to impale myself on Brad’s erection. He grabbed the rope and strangled me with it as mom kissed and sucked on my nipples. I rasped and gurgled until I went off in orgasm again, totally soaking his lap.

He grinned as he let go of the rope, allowing me to get air. It had been erotic as hell, especially the way mom had groped me while sucking on my tits. The noose was loosened from around my neck until I could breathe again.

“What do you think, Brad?” mom finally asked her boy-toy. “Would you like to see me hang?”

“Damn, Tamara! I think that would be so fucking hot!”

“How about you, son?”

“Mom, I think a hanging would be incredibly sexy.”

“Honey, do I even have to ask you?”

“No, mom,” I told her. “I think a hanging would be such a sexy way to go. And I think the DVD sales for the Club would go through the roof. After all, it’s the way I want to go for Stew up on the Entertainment stage.” There; I’d told her flat out why we were here in the first place.

“Then hanging it is,” she decided. I could tell she was trembling, and there was a tremor in her voice. But her nipples had become really hard.

“Ok, mom,” Stew said to her. “Anytime you’re ready.”

“I’ll try to make it a good hanging for you, son. I want this video to be something you’ll watch over and over again.”

“Oh, I will, mom; I will.”

“So, Tamara,” Brad said to her after giving her a kiss. “Do you have any last requests before we hang you?”

She paused as though she hadn’t thought that far ahead. Then she looked at me. That’s when she got this shit-eating grin on her face.

“Yes I do, Brad,” she told him with a knowing smile. “Before it’s my turn, I’d love for you and Stewart to noose up my daughter and make her dance so I can see what a good hanging should look like.” Then she looked right at me and licked her lips as I got the shakes something fierce.

(Nov 24 ’17)

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Victor’s Guillotine 8 4.2 (10)

Posted on March 6, 2018 by riwa

8

After being released from my latest ride in the guillotine, I leaned against a wall to catch my breath while watching the others hover around the guillotine. When Renard started to put his clothes back on, I got the same idea and started to dress.

Bettie Farrish was now having second thoughts after originally saying she wanted to go next. “I don’t know, Clark,” she said uncertainly to her husband. “I, uh… I’m not sure.”

“I thought you wanted to take a ride, darling,” he chided her good-naturedly.

“I did… I thought.”

“Someone else can always go ahead of you,” Sybil Wylie suggested with a knowing smile. “Of course that means if you ride it later, you’ll have a better chance of the blade coming down on your head. Putting it off means more time goes on the clock while narrowing that window of randomness.”

“What about you, Kimberly?” Jeff Sampson suggested to his new girl. “Now would be the perfect time to take it for a spin while the timer is still in the early stages.”

“But the blade could still fall, right?”

“Of course it could fall. But it’s still early. The more time passes, the less time is remaining on the counter and the greater the chances the blade could take a tumble. But in the early parts of the first hour a lot of girls think they have a better chance of getting through with their heads intact.”

“Hmm. I still don’t know.”

“I don’t mind going right now,” Sybil laughed as she started to undress. “That just means if I survive, the early stages we could see a different head roll later on when someone else wants to play.”

“Neither one of you ladies have to climb on board if you don’t want to,” Renard reassured them. “But if you do want to take the guillotine for a test spin, I suggest you do it sooner rather than later. On the other hand, the more anxiety you feel, the more likely you’ll get to enjoy a more intense orgasm from the experience.”

“And you’ll want to fuck me if I ride it?” Bettie asked her husband.

“It’s quite the experience,” I told her, “Especially if you’re being fucked. You can’t help wondering if the blade might fall, and it both scares and arouses you. Being fucked in the guillotine is, well… I’d recommend it… that is, if you even want to ride the bloody thing.”

She looked at her husband who smiled at her. “Of course I’ll fuck you… that is, if you don’t mind being fucked in public with your head locked in. We all just watched Renard fuck Julie in the guillotine, right? I’d hate to deprive you of the experience of enjoying a public fuck and a possible beheading.”

“Clark??”

I could tell her husband found the whole thing somewhat amusing. But I could also see he was sporting a bulge in his pants. “Relax, darling,” he told her. “I’m sure it won’t fall this early… probably.”

“Clark???” Everyone just laughed.

Renard smiled as he told her, “You don’t have to ride it if you don’t want to. You can wait until someone else goes ahead of you. Sybil is always eager… and Kimberly might like a turn. If you want you can wait a couple more rounds until the timer is closer to thirty—“

“All right – all right; I’ll go already!” And with that she glared at Clark as she started to undress, muttering to herself something about how some husbands can be a royal pain in the arse. Strangely Sybil kept right on taking her clothes off.

“Darling, you don’t have to ride it if you really don’t want to.”

She paused for a moment… started to put her clothes back on… paused again… and then resumed undressing. “Bloody hell!” she murmured under her breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

“I couldn’t believe I was doing it either the first time I tried it,” I told her reassuringly. “But now…”

“But now she’s addicted,” Renard finished for me with a laugh.

“I am not!”

“Wasn’t this your second time in the guillotine, Julie?”

“My third actually.” That made everyone look at me in surprise. Sybil laughed as she remarked, “Yep, she’s become addicted.”

Bettie paused to look at me for a long moment before she finished undressing. She got completely naked, exposing a neatly trimmed pussy and a modest, yet attractive set of breasts. She flushed a bright crimson as we all got a good look at her.

“Looking mighty fine, girl,” Sybil observed, showing off how she was also naked. “You’ll be good eating if the blade falls.”

Bettie gave her a dirty look. “Just kidding, love,” she chuckled with a dismissive wave. “Don’t mind me. We like to have a little fun with the newbies just to put an erotic scare into ‘em.”

“I’m scared enough as it is.”

She sat on the bench as Clark and Renard moved to assist her. She hesitantly stretched out onto her stomach and then carefully slid her neck through the path of the blade. She nervously murmured, “What the hell am I thinking?” as she brought her arms to her sides.

I think seeing the waiting wicker basket below didn’t help any, especially since it was blood-stained. Her eyes opened wide as she inhaled sharply. “Is that… R-Rita’s blood?”

“Hers and a couple others,” Renard said helpfully as he brought the lunette down.

She let out a whimper as he latched it in place. Sybil remarked how she was getting all turned on again just watching them fix her up. Bettie started to hyperventilate as she stared down into that wicker basket.

“Not to worry,” Renard reassured her as he and Clark strapped her down to the bench. “Five minutes goes by pretty fast.” Her legs were left to dangle as though she was kneeling, exposing a very nice ass.

“F-Five minutes? What??”

“That’s right,” I told her. “Once the timer starts it’s rigged to run a minimum of five minutes before it can be shut off. So you’re guaranteed a five minute ride if not longer.”

“Some girls definitely go longer,” Sybil chuckled, becoming more excited by the minute at getting to witness another guillotine rider. Her nipples were hard on those gently sagging tits of hers.

“Uh… wait a minute, Clark! Now I’m not so sure!”

“Do you really want out now that you’re already locked in, darling?” He chuckled as he began rubbing his wife’s ass, starting to get into the thrill of the moment. “Or do you want to wait until Kimberly or Sybil has had a turn? Maybe you’d like to wait until more time has expired on the clock?”

“Bloody hell, Clark! I don’t… I can’t… fuck!”

She gasped as he fingered her. “You’re wet, darling,” he murmured thoughtfully. “I’d say this is turning you on even more than you thought it would.”

“I don’t… I… oh bloody hell!”

With a nod from Clark I saw Renard start the timer. Bettie saw the numbers on the monitor start to move forward. That’s when she let out a cry of alarm. “Bloody hell, love! What did you do??”

“We can’t wait all day, darling,” he told her. “I think others want to go for a ride. So I allowed Renard to start the timer.”

“Bloody hell, Clark! I think I’ve… I’ve changed my… oh hell!”

I watched Clark pull his pants down and take out his impressive erection. He continued fingering his wife, causing her to writhe and moan as she kept on murmuring her reservations. I found myself getting aroused all over again, wondering what the odds were of the blade coming down this early and turning Clark into a widower. As for naked Sybil, she was blatantly masturbating, a blissful smile on her face.

“Darling, I… mmmm… I think I’ve changed my… ohhhhh… maybe we should… unnnggggghhh.” Then I saw him slide his dick into her.

She let out a gasp as she started to moan. The timer ticked past 12:00, but she still had three minutes to go minimum. Clark took his time thrusting in and out of her as we all watched appreciatively.

“Gawd, that’s hot!” Sybil gasped breathlessly.

“You sure you don’t want to have a go?” Jeff asked his new girlfriend.

“You’ll fuck me right here in front of everyone, Jeff??”

“That’s part of the thrill – getting fucked in public while wondering if the blade will fall.”

“I don’t… I don’t know… oh, bloody hell!”

Bettie really started to writhe and moan as her husband increased his thrusts. At 13:00 she gasped, “R-Renard, do I r-really have to ride past the f-fifteen minute mark??”

“Relax, Bettie. Nothing’s going to happen… probably.”

She gulped and winced again as her husband slapped her ass. She let out a yelp as he started fucking her harder. I could tell her eyes were glued on that timer on the monitor the entire time, watching it tick relentlessly. But I think all our eyes are on it while we’re riding the bloody thing, wondering when we’ll reach the point where we can be freed from the lunette.

“Gawd; just look at her!” Sybil gasped with delight as she touched herself. “She’s going to cum soon; I can tell!” A moment later Bettie whimpered as though confirming her friend’s words.

The timer passed 14:00, inciting Clark to start giving it to her good. He teased his frightened bride by loudly asking Jeff, “So what’s it feel like when they’re beheaded?”

“Their pussy instinctively clenches,” he told him, having experienced it firsthand with his last girlfriend Rita. “It clenches really hard as it spasms around your dick for a few moments like it will never let go.” Kimberly just looked up at him in shock as she quietly muttered, “Bloody hell!”

“Darling, you are really wet,” Clark observed as he thrust in and out. “This must be quite the turn-on.”

“I want… I think… I don’t… oh my… I can’t… the blade’s going to…”

At 14:47 she popped off like a firecracker, letting out an orgasmic cry. She stiffened before appearing to shudder as though she couldn’t catch her breath. She tightly closed her eyes until it began to pass. That’s when I saw Sybil stiffen as she fingered her cunt hard before relaxing with a smile on her face.

At around the 15:00 mark she seemed to come out of it. “Bloody hell!” she panted. “That was… ok, Clark… I think I want out.”

“You still have half a minute, Bettie,” Renard told her. “And I think Clark should get to cum too, don’t you? Julie always lets me cum before I shut it down. She wants me to enjoy it too; right, Julie?”

I blushed as he smiled at me. Then I nodded at Bettie that it was true. She just blurted out, “Fuck! Hurry it up, Clark!”

I watched as the clock passed the 15:30 mark. That meant she’d been riding it for five minutes. But her husband just kept fucking her.

“C-Clark?? D-Darling?? Bloody hell! Don’t let the damned thing take my head!” Then he roared his release as he thrust hard into her pussy.

She suddenly stiffened as she cried out again. It looked like her second orgasm was even more intense than her first. She closed her eyes and winced again as though in agony. Then Clark was slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy.

He smiled and nodded at Renard who went over and tripped the latch. The timer stopped at 16:17. Bettie let out a gasp of relief… and then promptly fainted dead away.

“I nearly came again when she passed out!” Sybil gasped as she panted heavily. Renard worked quickly to lift up the lunette before unstrapping her. Bettie wasn’t unconscious very long before Clark helped her sit upright on the bench as she started to come back around.

She looked all woozy before he gave her a big hug and a kiss. He sat on the bench with her, holding her in his arms as she shivered. “Well, darling? How was it?”

“It was… I can’t believe I…” She finally took a big breath before blurting out, “Bloody intense, darling. It was bloody intense!”

“And you’re ok now?” Renard asked her kindly.

“Yes I am… at least I think so.” Then she shook her head before holding up her hand to inspect it. “Bloody hell; I’m shaking like a leaf!”

Renard gave her all the time she needed. But she was only there a couple of minutes until she stood up on wobbly legs. Then he smiled at Kimberly.

“Would you like to give it a try? Would you like to go next? Or shall we watch Ken and Sybil go at it for a while? Sybil’s been known to take some time to enjoy the experience. So it might be several minutes later… that is, if you’re brave enough to want to have a go at it.”

Kimberly looked uncertain. “I’m not sure. It looks so… I don’t know… I think… oh bloody hell; I’ll have a turn I guess. Everyone else seems to be riding the bloody thing.” And with that she started to take her clothes off.

“That’s the spirit!” Sybil grinned with delight. “You only live once, right?”

Kimberly groaned as she rolled her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t have put it quite that way, love.” Sybil just laughed at her.

Kimberly looked amazing undressed, with large breasts and a nice little bush down below. I couldn’t help thinking there was enough meat on her bones to feed us all should something unfortunate happen to her. Then I shook that crazy thought out of my head.

I walked over to Bettie and helped her back into her clothes as she wanted to get dressed. Then I quietly asked, “So it was really intense, was it?”

“Yes, it was,” she panted, seeming to have calmed down somewhat from her experience. “I can’t believe I just did that!”

“Can you believe there are those who will ride it even after the timer has passed the one hour mark?”

She shook her head in disbelief. Then she looked at me for a long moment. She got this smile on her face as she admitted, “Yes… yes, I suppose they would, wouldn’t they… just for the orgasms.”

“That’s what I think… just for the orgasms.”

“Would you ride it past the one-hour mark for the orgasms, Julie?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” Then I blushed, unsure if I might be crazy enough to consider it.

“Ok, I think I’m ready,” Kimberly said as she sat down on the cushioned bench. Then she looked up at Jeff who had also undressed.

“You planned on this from the very beginning, didn’t you? This will be the first time we, uh…”

“The first time we actually fuck now that we’re dating? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I’ve already been giving you blowjobs,” she giggled, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it a little since it was right there handy. She was embarrassed at all the attention we were giving her, especially with everyone smiling. But she was certainly being game about it. And with Sybil being nude, I think it helped her relax a little.

She took him out of her mouth and then took a deep breath. “Ok; I’m ready.” And with that she turned and stretched out face down on the bench, sliding her head through the opening.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck as Jeff strapped her to the bench. In no time at all she was panting heavily for breath. She looked up at me and gasped, “What was your first time like?”

“I got fingered and licked by Louisa,” I told her, blushing deeply. “It was embarrassing and a little humiliating. But the orgasm I experienced was intense… maybe as strong as yours is going to be.”

“You came right in front of everyone like you did earlier… like Bettie just did?”

“Um – hmm.”

“Bloody hell!” Then she panted as though trying to get her breath back before saying, “Ok, Renard. I guess I’m ready.”

(Jan 20 ’18)

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(AF’s) The Convict 4 (1)

Posted on February 28, 2018 by riwa

Aquafantasies presents

The convict

(text by riwa)

The bounty hunters and their hound walked casually through the woods as though they were out for a morning stroll. They knew the convict they were after wasn’t going to get very far. After all, she was wearing shackles on her ankles and wrists.

Whatever possessed the woman to run in the first place? Did she really think she was going to get away? Those shackles on her feet had to be slowing her down.

Lisa panted heavily as she shuffled through the trees. Her chains clanked noisily, alerting everyone within earshot to her presence. Her situation was growing desperate.

She knew they had to be somewhere right behind her. But there was nowhere safe to hide. The area she was moving through was open and grassy with low hills and mounds. Obviously someone came in once a week and mowed the grass. It was too neatly cut, making it even easier to follow the trail she was leaving behind.

She stopped, bent over and gasped for breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She was probably going to be recaptured. But every second of freedom was precious to her…

She heard a dog bark somewhere behind her. It sounded close, like they were gaining on her. She gasped as she started off again, cringed inwardly as her shackles clanked loudly. She felt the metal bite into her ankles and wrists as she shuffled along.

She tiredly fell up against a tree and gasped for breath as the fear rose within her. What would they do when they caught up to her? Would they hurt her… maybe sexually assault her? She was going back to prison, that much was certain!

She looked ahead and felt hope swell within her. There were houses ahead, houses with backyards and fences. Maybe she could find a place to hide while working these damned shackles off her wrists and ankles.

Somewhere behind her she heard, “Hey, Lisa? Where do you think you’re going?”  It was the voice of one of the bounty hunters, drifting out over the breeze across the wooded park. It sounded like they were closer. It spurred her onward, and she took off toward the nearest home as fast as her shackles would allow.

She went past one residence… entered the yard of another. She found a wooden fence line and followed it. Maybe there would be a place to hide on the other side.

Tired… she was so tired. She couldn’t keep up this pace much longer. Her legs felt rubbery, as though they were going to quit on her any minute now.

She reached the end of the fence and looked around the corner. The gate was open to the backyard pool. At least she wouldn’t be out in the open any more.

She rounded the corner and looked all around. But there was nowhere to hide. It was all open.

Maybe she could pause here long enough to catch her breath. With any luck the bounty hunters might pass her by. She had to stop and rest; she just couldn’t run anymore.

She shuffled into the pool area and walked along the fence line. She tried to move carefully so the shackles would not give her away. Then she moved close to the fence, peering through the slats to spot her pursuers.

She saw they were right there on the other side of the fence. They were almost on top of her. What if they rounded the corner and spotted her? Maybe they hadn’t seen her duck in here.

What was she going to do? If they came around the fence and had a look, they would surely find her. But if the dog had her scent, she was already found.

She watched the bounty hunters split up. The one with the dog was heading off in a different direction. Maybe the dog had lost her scent. It was almost too much to hope for.

She heard his voice over by the corner of the fence. Lisa stiffened as her heart leapt into her chest. The chase was over.

He called out her name, and she stood up in resignation. There would be no more running. He was standing at the entrance to the pool area.

She refused to look at him as she felt a mixture of sadness and relief. It was all over… her dash from the prison bus as it sat stalled along the side of the road… the wasted effort going through the fence, tearing her pants and having them get hung up which had forced her to leave them behind, marking the direction she’d taken. She’d moved on with only her white thong underwear and a shredded white t-shirt. And it had all been for nothing!

He moved in front of her and shook his head. “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. What are we going to do with you?” A look of menace crossed his face as he took a step toward her.

She stepped back out of fright, not wanting him to get any closer. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her. Some of the prison guards could be so incredibly cruel.

“Time to go, Lisa!” he growled. She took another step back. But this time there was nothing solid behind her, causing her to tumble backward.

She shrieked as she pitched backward into the swimming pool with a loud splash. What a stupid thing to do. In her terror she had forgotten it was there.

The second bounty hunter came rushing through the gate with the dog. “What happened?”

“She fell in,” the first one pointed at the water. “Stupid bitch wasn’t paying attention and backed right into it.”

“”Figures. So what do we do now? Do we fish her out of there?”

The one who found her put a hand up. “Wait a minute. I don’t want to get wet. Do you feel like getting wet?”

“No… not really.”

Lisa landed on her knees on the slope of the pool, halfway down into the deep end. She raised her arms to steady herself as her torn shirt billowed. She tried to rise to her feet, causing her to slip down the incline.

She burbled as she instinctively fought against her chained wrists. She slipped again, causing her to frown with concern. She was already in well over her head here.

She grunted as she tried to climb the incline into shallow water. She lost air out of her nose as she fought the chains to her wrists, slipping a little more. She pulled hard, but she couldn’t get the chains off no matter how hard she tried.

She grunted bubbles as she looked upward. Now she wanted those bounty hunters to come after her. She needed some assistance or she might slide all the way down the incline. She sure as hell couldn’t swim anywhere all shackled the way she was.

She waited anxiously, holding her breath while waiting for one to jump in after her. But there was no response. Lisa felt a stab of fear.

She pulled on her chains again, trying to yank them apart. Bubbles streamed out of her nose as she tried not to inhale. This was starting to get serious.

Weren’t they coming for her? What was taking so long? She could feel the rising panic as she began to twist back and forth.

She struggled against the chains to free herself, feeling herself slip down the incline a little more. She had to ditch all this weight. If she could just get the chains off her arms, she could work herself up into the shallow end and stand upright.

Lisa looked up to the surface, wondering what the hell was taking so long for them to fish her out. She lost another burst of air as her cheeks began to bulge. The burn in her lungs was becoming painful.

Lisa lost air out of her nose as she slipped down the incline a little more. The shackles and chains were taking her toward the bottom! She was in too deep and couldn’t reach the surface!

Fighting back a surge of panic, Lisa tried to steady herself. She looked around, but she was the only one in the water. Where the hell were they? What was taking so long??

She looked down, twisting to have a look at her ankle shackles. But it did no good as she realized she couldn’t get them off. She needed the keys. Why the hell didn’t those bastards toss in the keys??

She raised her arms again, fighting against the chains. Couldn’t they see she wasn’t going to escape down here? She just wanted out of the water!

Her lungs heaved, causing her to lose a burst of air. She was out of breath, her chest on fire. What the hell were they doing up there?? She was on the verge of panic.

‘Aren’t they going to help me? What the hell are they doing up there?? Can’t they see these shackles are hindering my every movement?? Gawd, I’m gonna drown down here!’

That’s when it jolted her as she realized what was happening. They weren’t going to fish her out of here after all… at least not while she was still alive. That would be too much effort.

Lisa’s lungs heaved again as she looked all around. But there was nothing in the water to assist her… no rope, no pool skimmer, no life ring… nothing!

She swallowed down another convulsion, her panic almost at the surface. She lifted her arms again, struggling against the chains. If only she could work her way out of them somehow…

She fought and struggled, but it was useless. She shook the shackles on her wrists in frustration. Now her lungs were on fire.

She clamped her lips shut to avoid losing any more of her air. Lisa raised her arms and twisted back and forth in a fruitless effort to get them off. As she did so, she felt herself slip further down the incline into the deep end.

She was getting dizzy and she was out of breath. She tried to swallow another convulsion back down. But now they were so strong… so insistent as her body demanded more air.

Her shredded t-shirt billowed as she reached the bottom of the deep end on her knees. She looked up at the surface and saw two faces looking down on her. Still there was no response from above.

She held up her arms one last time, hoping the guys would see it as a sign she was giving up. Then she felt a convulsion in her chest as her panic began to swell. She lost a few bubbles out of her mouth as she strained with all her might.

Lisa’s lungs gave out, and she sucked in a breath. Instinctively she coughed it back out, wincing in pain. Then her body responded in sheer panic as she began thrashing about.

She was out of control, twisting and thrashing as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of water. She gurgled as her lungs kept trying to inhale. She coughed, swallowed water, coughed and then sucked water down her windpipe.

She shifted and struggled involuntarily, convulsing in agony as she kept trying to cough water out of her lungs. She only succeeded in swallowing more water. Her nipples became quite hard from the cruelty the pool was enacting upon her body.

She spasmed hard, coughing up air and water. She jerked and convulsed, her mind screaming out from the agony she was enduring. This was far worse than any cruelty inflicted by those prison guards.

Lisa twisted and turned, her arms instinctively reaching toward the side of the pool. But there was nothing to grab onto. And still those bounty hunters did not make an appearance.

Her eyes opened in shock as she swallowed more water. Then she began hitching as convulsions originated in her stomach, rose up her windpipe and burst out of her mouth. Lisa could not believe how painful it was.

She lost her ability to remain on her knees as she slowly pitched forward. Her shackled arms pulled her down to the floor of the pool. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs.

A last convulsion sent air mixed with water out of her nose. Then she began to settle upon her shackled arms. The pain began to ease substantially.

A look of shock filled her features. Somewhere in the back of her mind came the realization the bounty hunters had deliberately left her in the pool to drown. Should she have been all that surprised?

Her life flashed before her eyes, culminating in the battle with the fence and the loss of her pants, the run through the open fields, taking refuge in a back yard… and then falling into the pool with no way of getting out under her own power.

She lay sprawled along the incline to the shallow end of the pool.  Her eyes flickered as stray muscles fired. Her torn shirt slowly began to settle as what remained clung to her body.

There were stray spasms and muscle twitches. A minor tremor set free a small pocket of air held hostage. Bubbles slipped out of her mouth to scurry to the surface.

She had somehow fallen forward up the incline. She was so close to the shallow end. The stairs climbing out of the pool beckoned to her. But they were oh, so far away as a few strands of hair billowed and then began to settle.

Up at the surface they looked down in admiration. “Bitch had a fine ass,” the first one observed.

“I would have tapped it,” his companion remarked with a smile. “Damn shame.”

“What are we gonna do with her now?”

“What do you mean ‘what are we gonna do with her now’?”

“We’re not just going to leave her down there, are we?”

“I’m certainly not going in after her. That bitch caused enough trouble as it is.”

“You mean you’re going to make me go down there all by myself and fish her sorry, stupid ass out of there?”

“Don’t you remember? We lost her among the houses. The damned dog never picked up her trail. We never found her. At least that’s the way I’m reporting it.”

“So you’re sayin’…”

“I’m sayin some homeowner is going to find her down there in his pool and call the police. He’ll say she’s dead so they’ll call the morgue. She’s no longer any of our concern.

“We never saw her fall in, ok? We were never here. Let someone else fish her out.”

(written Dec 3 ’04; edited Jan 19 ‘18 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on February 26, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming March rewards
Scarlett (and a bag)
A chained slave holding her breath uw
A guillotine delivered to the home for assembly
Wendy and the pulley underwater
More Island and Jaime chapters
The second chapter to gambling your life away
And whatever else I may want to put up. (Because sometimes I write something and I’m just dying to post it somewhere. :D )

January stories/rewards will fall off at the end of February to make room for March rewards. Thanks for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Shelly 14-15 (plus bonus) (2-5-18)

24594 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older, bubbly stories.

Shelly 14-15 – I’m allowed to exact my bubbly revenge on Shelly’s friends after what they have put me through all night long in the pool. (25 pages)

Bathroom remodel – Melissa uses her husband’s shower and discovers he’s made major some modifications, including a shower that now completely fills with water. It seems he may have some dastardly plans for her. (3 chapters; 22 pages)

Underwater Sex at the College Pool (plus bonus) (reactivated 2-5-18)

16669 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of new stories for your reading enjoyment, one of which I’ve been holding onto for a while until now.

Underwater Sex at the College Pool – This sequel to Underwater Sex at the Dam finds Ken at college making use of the college pool. He meets an upperclassman named Terrie who likes to use a monofin in the water. They share with each other how being in the water arouses them. It results in a late night sex session in the pool while winning a sexual bet with his playboy roommate.

For a while it looks like that will be the only time they have sex underwater. But Terrie starts sending him stimulating notes, indicating a growing desire to experience another underwater sex session. Is she just teasing him? Or will they end up having sex again in the College pool? (23 pages)

The Consequences of a Dropped Ring – An unposted story I modified and edited. This is the original. It involves Kim getting into a fight with her husband. Her mom has her and her sisters doing PR for an aquarium. But she’s not in the mood.

She slips away, tempted to throw her ring into the water. But when she accidentally loses it, she must deal with the consequences of having a diver retrieve it (and the negative press that will generate) OR risk going in after it herself, hoping her mom or the press don’t find out she went for a naked swim to cover her carelessness. What will be the consequences of her dropped ring? (8 pages)

My scuba-slut lover (plus bonus) (reactivated 2-16-18)

14621 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older, recently edited scuba stories. My thanks to JustPaul for the cover.

My scuba-slut lover – An Internet role-playing couple dissatisfied with their separate lives decide to get together for a trip to the Bahamas to learn how to scuba dive. There she promises to become his scuba-slut lover for the week. That’s where he learns she has signed them up for a unique dive course that permits underwater sexuality. (16 pages)

The gem smugglers – Emma overhears a conversation at her secondary job about the possibility of smuggled gems in the river. The next day she is assigned the task of collecting data from the sensors on the river bottom in her scuba gear. She encounters the gems, only to discover the female owners want them back and will go to any lengths to get rid of witnesses. (8 pages)

Requiem for a Breathhold part 1 (plus bonus) (2-16-18)

10788 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a follow-up to the Teacher series of clips created by JustPaul. Included is a recently edited underwater scuba story.

Requiem for a Breathhold (part 1) – After finding a new lover and underwater companion, Ms. Lee begins having nightmares about a painful part of her past. Is it possible a ghost is trying to reconnect? And for what purpose? (24 pages w/ 25 poser illustrations)

Revenge in the Wreck – Her boyfriend won’t scuba dive with her, so she resorts to seeking out others who will. Will it backfire on her big-time? (7 pages)

The underwater whore (plus bonus) (2-25-18)

23314 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older, edited stories.

The underwater whore – Ron is invited over to his friend Todd’s home for the afternoon. But Todd has other guests coming over as well. Among them is a woman who loves being used underwater, her sadistic boyfriend, and her Mistress. (4 chs; 30 pages; somewhat graphic)

Dying to fit in – At a new school Heather tries to join a clique. Her initiation requires her to dive into a quarry in her underwear to retrieve a piece of debris from a submerged car. (12 pages)

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The Black Noose – Excerpts from a Fraulein’s Diary 4 (5)

Posted on February 24, 2018 by riwa

The Black Noose – Excerpts from a Fraulein’s Diary

Mar 27 ’32 I met Konrad Tobler for the first time. He is a very handsome man. All he talks about is Hitler, who I thought was a laughingstock since the failure of his beer hall putsch. But I guess Hitler is now gaining followers, and Konrad is one of them. Hitler just ran for president and failed. But so many people are still talking about him. Anyway Konrad is such a handsome man. I think he likes me and I hope to see him again.

Jul 17 ’32 Met with Konrad again. He says Hitler is the future of our country and I’m starting to believe him. He’s so excited about him. But I’m more excited about Konrad. Today he kissed me for the very first time.

I can’t put my finger on it yet. But there’s something dangerous about him… dangerous and yet exciting. It’s like he’s hiding this deep dark secret about himself from me. But I like him so much I’m not sure there’s anything he could reveal to me that would put me off.

Nov 21 ’32 Konrad and I have been on several dates now. We still haven’t made love yet, but I’m hoping it will be soon. He looks so handsome in his uniform. More and more I’m excited about him and about the direction our country is going. But there’s still that underlying sense of danger about him. I think it’s exciting. Sometimes the mysteriousness of the man makes me breathless with arousal. When are we going to have sex?

Feb 1 ’33 Hitler is chancellor! Konrad and I were so excited we went back to his home and had our first sex together. I think Konrad wants to be with me. I can’t wait to be his wife in the new Third Reich.

The sex with him was fine. I enjoyed finally being taken by him. But it felt as though he was holding something back. I still feel there is something he is not telling me. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

Mar 12 ’33 Communists are still being rounded up after the Reichstag fire of Feb 27. Konrad invited me to his home to witness something both unnerving and yet strangely compelling. I believe this was the final unmasking of who the real Konrad Tobler is.

In a private courtyard he and some men were interrogating this female communist. Supposedly she was guilty of spreading lies and inciting the people to riot. They stripped off her shirt until she was topless, whereupon they used a whip on her to gain a confession. Then they used a black noose to string her up.

I’ve never seen a hanging before until now. It was disturbing, especially with those whip marks on her body. But I could not take my eyes away. I’ve never seen anything like it.

I thought the victim died right away when they were in the noose, although maybe I’m thinking of a longer drop that breaks the neck. But that communist bitch looked like she kicked and suffered for several minutes before she died. Then she appeared to wet and soil herself. It served her right for trying to disrupt German society.

I’ll never forget how hard her nipples became when she was hanged topless. And I’ll never forget the expression in Konrad’s face while he was watching. He really seemed to enjoy her ordeal.

Konrad’s subordinates eventually took her down and sent her off to the mortuary. I found out later her cause of death was listed as dysentery. But she was a communist and she should have known better than to incite riots against our beloved country.

Afterwards Konrad wanted to make love to me. Strangely our sex was the best it has ever been. Did seeing her hang make him more of an animated lover? It makes me wonder because he was very forceful with me. To be honest it both scared and excited me.

Still no engagement ring yet. But I keep hoping. I’m very attracted to Konrad, and I think he likes me.

Jun 18 ’34 Konrad has been very busy lately. I don’t get to see him as often as I would like. But now he’s a 2nd Lieutenant, and it’s wonderful! He says the army is being built up. No longer is Germany a second class military in the eyes of the world. Someday the Third Reich is going to rule, and Germany will be at the head of the table. Still no engagement ring. But that’s ok. I know my Konrad is a busy and important man.

Sep 8 ’35. Konrad interrogated a Jew today, and I was allowed to bear witness. My gawd; she was pretty. He actually had her strip naked before she was whipped, the filthy bitch.

I must say, she looked incredible the moment Konrad had her hanged with that black noose. She kicked and fought the coil around her throat like she was born for it. It was only the second hanging I have ever witnessed… and yet it was such an incredible sight.

Afterwards Konrad and I fucked like rabbits. I think there is something about him witnessing the hanging of a female that brings it out in him. I guess I can understand as I too find it incredibly erotic. And yes, I also wanted to fuck afterwards. Watching that Jewish bitch dance her life away naked was such an incredible turn-on. Maybe it was the way her nipples were so hard and her hairy pussy so red and swollen.

Aug 23 ’37 Konrad has been busy fighting in the Spanish Civil war these last two years. But he sent for me, and I finally got to see him after a long absence. We stayed at very nice residence seized from the Republicans after they were driven off.

I was excited to see he’d captured a couple of female rebels. They were hanged together naked out back. Konrad and I were so aroused watching them kick their lives away that we could not wait to get back inside and fuck each other silly.

I still remember how much they suffered and how turned on it made me. Their nipples were very hard; their pussies red, swollen and dripping. I do not know why it aroused me so. I know it really aroused Konrad judging by the way we fucked afterwards.

Mar 17 ’38. Austria is a part of Germany now. How exciting it is to see our country growing and the Third Reich expanding. Hitler is doing well and we are so very proud of him.

Konrad was put in charge of interrogations. But he kept back one pretty female Jewish bitch to interrogate special while I was there to observe.

She was stripped naked and whipped mercilessly. Then she was strung up into the air. Konrad had such a bulge in his trousers as he watched her hang.

The way that sub-human kicked and danced was incredible. The way her tits bounced and her swollen pussy winked at me made me breathless and excited. And Konrad used that same black noose I’d seen him use before. It is certainly starting to rack up the tally. Oh the stories it could tell of the bitches it has embraced.

After the hanging we fucked like never before. Seeing bitches like that hang always seems to bring out the monster in my Konrad. Our sex was aggressive and violent, but I love submitting to him after a hanging, knowing it is me he wants to fuck.

Oct 24 ’38. Hitler has taken Czechoslovakia without a shot. Konrad invited me to Prague where I got to watch another interrogation, this time a female Czech conspirator. Konrad had her whipped right in front of me, perhaps because he knows I like to watch. Then he noosed her up with his black noose.

He kept her on her toes while demanding she answer his questions. I thought it was so funny since all she could do was gasp and gurgle. I don’t think he cared about her answers. He just wanted to enjoy her suffering.

Finally he pulled her up into the air. And what a dance she put on once she was airborne. She really kicked and jerked around.

Konrad loves to hang women; I’m guessing that was the dark secret I thought he was hiding from me all those years. But I’ve grown to like it too, especially when they are naked. I love seeing their pink pussies redden and pulse as they dance in the air.

Afterward the hanging it was time for more fucking. This time Konrad took me in the ass. At first it hurt, and I thought he was treating me like that bitch he’d just hanged. But I chalked it up to his love of women in the noose. I love him more and more each day and am so excited the way our glorious Third Reich is getting bigger.

Oct 12 ’39 Poland fell many days ago, and I got to watch Konrad hang his first Pole. Those pigs are worse than dogs, and she got what she deserved. The bitch really jerked as her udders bounced around. Once again it was that black noose strangling the very life out of her as her nipples protruded and her filthy pussy winked at me. Afterwards we fucked again. Our sex was phenomenal.

I am excited Konrad is going to let me stay a while. We have a place outside Warsaw that was not too badly damaged from the bombs. Konrad has asked me if I would like to watch more hangings with him. I told him I would be delighted, especially if it means I will get to fuck him afterwards. I would do anything for my beloved Konrad. But I’ve pretty much given up on getting a ring from him, at least until after the war.

Oct 23 ’39 Konrad told me he’d found another Pole worthy of hanging. When I got there she was in a small room waiting for justice to be served. So he took me and his black noose back to meet her.

She was already naked, full of shame and humiliation when we got there. She had nice tits which I knew were going to bounce so wonderfully in the noose. There was a hook in the ceiling indicating we were going to hang her right there.

I guess I got a little carried away with myself. I was so damned excited that I removed my clothes and started to masturbate with the coil of the noose as he looped the other end up through the hook in the ceiling. You should have seen the look on that disgusting bitch’s face knowing she was going to die. And you should have seen the look on Konrad’s face while I masturbated. I don’t know what excited him more – me nakedly masturbating with the noose or the fact that bitch was going to hang soon.

After a couple of orgasms, Konrad took the noose from me and looped it around her neck. It was still wet from my cum. She was horrified while I was so fucking turned on. Then Konrad hauled her up into the air before tying off the free end.

She kicked and danced divinely as her udders bounced around. Her swollen pussy squirted, which was a great delight to the both of us. I allowed Konrad to take me from behind as we watched. It was the first time I’d ever taken a cock while another naked bitch was right there hanging to death in front of us. I think it made my cums even more intense.

Jul 16 ’40 France is now part of the Third Reich. And my brave Konrad is now a Captain. In celebration we hanged a Belgian beauty from our temporary home in Luxemberg. Again Konrad used that familiar black noose. And again we fucked while she was hanging naked.

It was amazing the way her knees came up. I’m sure she was cumming right along with us. Seeing that made me scream Konrad’s name as I had a most enjoyable climax. Then we fucked for another hour while her corpse dangled naked before us. It probably was the most erotic hanging I have ever witnessed to date.

Jan 1 ’41 I’m happy being closer to Konrad living here on the outskirts of Paris after the fall of France. We are all so proud of our beloved Fuhrer. He has accomplished so much in so short a time.

To ring in the New Year we hanged a French whore in our temporary residence, a woman accused of being a partisan. Once again I masturbated with the noose just to get Konrad aroused and to humiliate our victim. I got off a couple of times before it was time to hang her.

You should have seen her expression when he put that noose around her neck, the coil still dripping of my fluids. It must have been the greatest of humiliations. Then she was hauled into the air.

By now Konrad and I are used to being naked as we hang these wenches. We rabidly fucked while she violently kicked her life away. I swear I climaxed three times watching that partisan bitch hang in the noose, her tits bouncing, her nipples erect, and her swollen pussy winking at us for our enjoyment.

What made it all the more amazing was the way he allowed me to tie her arms behind her back before the hanging. I got to grope and fondle the prisoner as well. Maybe next time he will allow me to participate even more. I think I’d like to be the one to drop her myself.

Apr 4 ’41 For my birthday Konrad got me a beautiful French woman to hang. She had gorgeous tits I knew were going to bounce deliciously in the noose. She was a real beauty.

First I masturbated with the noose while sitting right in front of her. I even climaxed a couple of times. Then I took the noose and rubbed her pussy with it, mingling her fluids with mine.

She was frightened, but she did not resist. Perhaps she thought it was a game we were playing. After all, Konrad was used to using French whores from time to time. And since I was the jealous type, he used this one right in front of me as part of a threesome… and then permitted me to hang her right afterwards.

I noosed her while making sure our mingled fluids on the rope made her neck moist. Then I forced her up onto a stool. I was trembling with great excitement as I tied off the rope.

I looked at Konrad who nodded for me to go right ahead. Then I furiously kicked the stool out from under her. She dropped with a jerk as Konrad entered me from behind, the two of us standing there facing the dangling bitch.

She kicked up a storm, her face awash with horror. Her tits bounced as her pussy dripped from her fluids and my Konrad’s cum. Konrad groped my tits from behind, whispering “happy birthday” into my ear as we watched the French bitch kick her life away.

She was the second one I witnessed having an orgasm in the noose (although some of the others may have cum and I did not clearly notice). It was terribly exciting. I came really hard the moment I saw it.

May 24 ’41 For Konrad’s birthday we hanged another French whore. It was a sad day since he told me he would be leaving on a special military mission. I wanted the day to be special for him.

I let him fuck her as I watched while masturbating with the noose. Then I tied her arms behind her back. I noosed her from a hook over the bed while she was straddling Konrad, riding his cock. Then I pulled on the free end and strangled the shit out of her until she died right there with his cum leaking out of her. Afterwards he told me she clenched wonderfully as she was dying.

Konrad left the next morning, but he promised to write and to visit me whenever he was on leave. As a present he left me that black noose. He told me to go right ahead and hang any French woman I desired. All I had to do was have Ulrich, Heinz and Ernst help me as he was leaving them behind to tend to my needs.

Sep 28 ’41 To celebrate a great German victory in Russia, and in celebration of the letter I received from my Konrad, I had Ulrich go to one of the French brothels and pick out a girl for me. He brought her back and we had a wonderful time together.

She was half drunk with wine and orgasms when I brought out the noose. I masturbated with it, and she helped me cum. Then we masturbated her with it until the coil became quite damp.

Jokingly she asked if I wanted her to model it for me. I took her to the back room and tied her arms behind her back. Then I noosed her, helping her up onto the stool before I tied it off.

I cupped her breasts while feasting on her dripping pussy. She gasped with delight, no doubt enjoying the game we were playing. The moment she discovered it was no longer a game was the moment I gasped, “Hang, you French swine!” before kicking the stool away.

She was gorgeous, with those erect nipples, heaving tits, and swollen, winking pussy. I swear she must have been a dancer because she put on one hell of a performance. I masturbated furiously while she kicked her life away. She even brought her knees together and kicked herself into an orgasm as her life spiraled away.

I must admit to an indiscretion on my part. I was horny, and Ulrich was handy. So I took him into our guest room and gave him a thrill, fucking him until I was satisfied. I think he was too.

Mar 6 ’42 Konrad was here on leave. The war in the East was not going as well as had been expected. In fact he seemed somber Moscow had not yet been taken.

To cheer him up we picked up another French whore to entertain ourselves with. We both had our way with her in quite a kinky threesome. Then I noosed her up and hanged her for him.

She put on quite a show, kicking her life away. I rode Konrad’s cock as we watched her orgasm violently in the noose. I think her death and our simultaneous fucking greatly lifted Konrad’s spirits.

Aug 9 ’42 Konrad’s promotion to Major is cause for celebration. Since he is still on the Eastern front I had Ulrich, Heinz and Ernst pick out three known prostitutes who were suspected of helping the partisans. They enjoyed having sex with them before we hanged all three one at a time with Konrad’s black noose. It was quite the night.

Afterwards I had so much to drink that I offered myself to all three at once. It was my first orgy, but I think I performed admirably. The hangings had a profound effect on all of us, and we made rather merry, fucking well into the night.

Apr 29 ’43 I cannot get over how fortunate I am to still have Konrad. Had he not been transferred to France to look over coastal fortifications I might have lost him at the battle of Stalingrad.

When he was home on leave we hanged another whore for his amusement. It was terribly exciting watching her kick her life away. Her pussy flared from her strangulation as his cum dripped out of her fuck-hole.

I think he is seeing another French girl without telling me. I am jealous, but I will tolerate it with grace. He needs all the comfort and sex he can get. After all, the news from the East is not good. Neither is the news from Africa.

May 24 ’44 For Konrad’s birthday we had a threesome with another French whore before stringing her up. It was so erotic noosing her up and then touching her naked, trembling body all over. I stuck my fingers inside her and tasted his cream before kicking the stool away.

She wonderfully danced her demon dance of death. I was particularly satisfied in her hanging as Ulrich told me Konrad had visited her secretly a few times. I think my Colonel (he’s a Colonel now) suspected how angry I might be if I ever found out. So he brought her back with him and we took turns fucking her before her time was up. The look on her face as I hanged her made me think she felt betrayed by my Konrad. She should have known better. He’s MY Colonel, not hers!

Jun 2 ’44 Konrad could not stay long. He says there is talk the British are planning an invasion at Pas de Calais. I did not get to see him much as he seemed distracted.

In my heart I think there was another reason our time was so short. I think he was seeing another French whore behind my back. I worry she may be a partisan and is getting information out of him. I am also jealous as hell since I have not fucked him in a while, nor have I hanged anyone since his birthday. In any event I have sent out Ulrich, Heinz and Ernst to find out who she is and what she knows.

Jul 29 ’44 The invasion went badly; the British and Americans are now on the continent. There has been no word from Konrad. I fear he has been killed or captured. Ulrich heard his bunker took a direct hit from a shell lobbed by a ship out in the channel during the invasion.

Ulrich found out who his French mistress was. I instructed him to bring her to me so I could tell her the news. She was a pretty thing, and I learned her name was Suzette.

She was properly distressed when I told her what I knew of Konrad’s fate. Then I took her to that back room. I told her Konrad had written a letter I kept back there in a drawer just for her.

The look on her face was priceless when she saw the black noose and nothing else. I had Ulrich and Ernst strip her out of her clothes. Then I noosed her up.

I forced her to stand upon the stool where I tied the rope off. Then I proceeded to whip her, marring that beautiful flesh. It enraged me at the thought of Konrad’s hands all over her.

When the whipping was concluded I went and retrieved a couple of dildos I had purchased. The French are well known for their sex toys, and I had used them quite frequently. In this case I asked her if she missed Konrad’s penis. Then I told her I would give her something to feel in its place.

I shoved one up her pussy and the other up her ass. I think she was used to taking things in either hole as she did not scream or cry out. She was trembling with fear in her eyes, but she did not beg for mercy.

I told her, “Do you know how many times I have used that noose to masturbate with before I’ve hanged deserving bitches like you? Now you will hang like all the others!” And with that I kicked the stool out from underneath her feet.

She danced her devil’s dance well, thrusting her chest out as she fought the noose. I like the way that coil around their throat always breaks them of their will while seducing them at the same time. Her nipples were just as hard as all the others, her pussy red, swollen and dripping from the many blows I had landed there with the whip.

I finally broke down and begged Ulrich and Ernst to fuck me. I enjoyed their cocks as the bitch hung silent, no longer able to fuck my Konrad. Afterwards they got rid of her body like all the others. It did not make up for the loss of my Konrad. But I did derive some satisfaction watching her death. And I got a good double-fuck out of it as well.

Aug 19 ’44 The war is going badly on all fronts. Our soldiers are leaving the city as resistance fighters have taken to the streets. Hitler wants the city leveled and I don’t blame him. There has been much betrayal here.

I am being evacuated as well. A truck is coming to gather my things. I’ve packed up what I want to take with me, leaving the rest of it behind.

I miss Konrad. I must assume he is dead or captured. Oh well. I sure took care of that French mistress of his.

I must say I will miss this residence and the many hangings that took place here. Maybe I can find a new place back in Germany. Now there is a knock at the door and I must greet the truck that is here to take me away.

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The transport would be arriving soon. Then she could leave and be done with it. She had enjoyed living on the outskirts of Paris. But now she was looking forward to returning to her beloved Germany.

She had everything packed; she was ready to go. What was taking so long with that transport? She’d been informed they would arrive within the hour.

Perhaps it was the turn of the war. The allies were rapidly closing in on Paris. No doubt every transport was being commandeered to take troops and supplies either to the front of back in the direction of Germany.

She had just finished writing in her diary when she heard a knock at the front door. Finally! She went to go answer it, relieved the truck had finally arrived.

She let out a startled cry when she saw it wasn’t soldiers but partisans there to greet her. She started to scream, only to be manhandled back inside. Her heart rate skyrocketed.

She was slammed into her couch as a rifle was pointed right at her chest. She was sure they were going to shoot her right then and there. She closed her eyes, awaiting the bullets that would tear into her flesh.

She opened her eyes and saw two of them searching the facility. One of them came across her diary and opened it. Could they read German?

A couple of them began opening up her boxes. The one skimming the diary took it into the other room, no doubt to go through the boxes in there. She tensed, wondering what they would find and what they might do to her.

She started to speak, only for one to point the barrel of the rifle right at her face. She wisely kept her tongue. She did not want to feel the sensation of bullets tearing into her body.

The one reading the diary came back out from the other room. He’d been wearing a black hood the whole time and was a menacing figure. Now he roughly pulled her to her feet where he started tying her arms behind her back.

What was this? What were they going to do to her?? She started to speak up, only to feel the barrel of the rifle push against her back.

She was marched into the back of the building, her heart beating fast. Then she rounded a corner and let out a cry. The black noose she had used so many times before was now hanging from a hook in the ceiling.

Her stomach lurched as she cried out, “NEIN! NOT THE BLACK NOOSE!” That’s when images of past victims flashed before her eyes. She could not believe they were about to hang her with that very same noose!

The partisan holding onto her seemed particularly agitated as he noosed her up. Now she began begging and pleading. Anything but the noose, especially that one in particular. It would be much too degrading!

The noose was pulled tightly around her throat. A couple of them pulled on the end until she was pulled up onto the balls of her feet. Then the angry partisan halted the procedure.

His eyes blazed with hatred as he stared at her. He barked a command, and his men started opening boxes, unpacking her belongings. She trembled with fright, whimpering for them to just shoot her and be done with it… not to string her up.

There was a cry of triumph as one of them lifted up a couple of familiar objects discovered in his search. She gasped as her eyes flew open in horror. Had the partisan bastard been able to read her diary??

He angrily produced a knife. She let out a garbled scream, certain he was going to stab her in the gut before hanging her. Then he started ripping her clothes off, popping buttons and using the knife when necessary.

She gasped in horror as he stripped her naked, shredding her of her clothes and her dignity. She thought of the transport that should be arriving any moment. Perhaps she could stall.

“I’ll suck!” she gasped in desperation. “I will fuck you, yah? Sex… a whore! Use me as a whore!”

They seemed to want none of that. Then the bastard took one of the recently discovered dildos and shoved it hard up her pussy. She cried out from the violation.

“Nazi swine!” he growled. She certainly understood that! Then he took the other and forced it against her anus.

She screamed as she tried to clench. But he kept on forcing it until it was pushed all the way inside her. She cried out in agony, double-stuffed and humiliated beyond belief.

“This is for Suzette!” he declared. Her eyes flashed in horror. So that bastard had read her diary after all… well, at least the part where her Konrad had kept a French whore named Suzette whom she had recently hanged in a rage when news had arrived of the loss of her officer during the Normandy landings.

The men pulled on the end of the rope, jerking her up into the air. She kicked and struggled, utterly ashamed of the way they were hanging her the way she’d hanged that bitch. Her last words to her had been, “Do you miss Konrad’s cock, whore? Then enjoy these as you die!” And with that she’d hanged the French tart with two similar toys – if not these very same ones – up her cunt and ass.

She had furiously masturbated to the girl’s shameful hanging. Now she kicked and struggled, the noose slowly strangling her to death. It was the same noose she’d used to take the lives of so many bitches, the same noose she’s used to masturbate with after a particularly enjoyable hanging. Konrad’s men would take the body to the woods out back to be buried, and she would masturbate over and over to the delicious memory of the naked bitch strangling to death. Would these bastards also masturbate to the memory of her death after she was gone??

She kicked and struggled, the toys in her holes igniting a shameful fire within her. She did not want to die as a whore in the noose like the others. It was humiliating wearing the same noose that had formerly strangled to death the lives of communists, Jews, Poles, Belgians, and French maidens – whores and sub-humans all. And to hang naked in front of the eyes of these filthy beasts?? That was worst of all.

She gurgled as she tried to breath. Her chest was on fire, and she was becoming exhausted. But with the last of her strength she began shamefully humping in the noose.

Merciless eyes watched her dance her way into orgasmic death. She could not believe the Third Reich was coming to an end for her so shamefully. It was all so horrible… and it hurt so badly!

She felt her bladder release, another shameful moment. Urine trickled down her legs to drip off her toes. Her mind screamed over and over for her deceased Konrad, for the transport that had already been intercepted and blown up, for the soldiers who’d once stayed with her but who had been called away to the front at the last moment and were now dead, leaving her unprotected.

She shuddered hard in her death throes. It took her much too long to finally lose consciousness. Then she hung limp as a muscle occasionally twitched.

The partisans left her to hang there naked and alone. But the one took her diary. He thought one day he might add a postscript to it.

Her corpse hung quiet, urine dribbling off her toes. Off in the distance a rumble could be heard from an exploding bomb from the approaching allies. The reverberations reached her building, setting her to gently swaying back and forth.

© 2017 (written Dec 25 ’17 by riwa)

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