Beheaded at a funeral 4.4 (56)

Beheaded at a funeral

A drunk driver took my future away. He swerved and ran my husband-to-be off the road into a tree. In that moment he turned my wedding into a funeral.

Jim and I were waiting until our wedding night to have sex. For one thing, it’s against the law to fornicate or to commit adultery. For us it was an easy enough law to follow, although we were sorely tempted.

The law is a little vague about oral, so we did that as often as possible. But penetration outside of marriage is a definite no-no. For a man it means probation and lots of community service. As a double standard, for a woman it means death.

My husband’s twin brother Tim did his best to comfort me after the accident. But I was devastated. Now there was a funeral to plan instead of a wedding.

I’m not sure where I got the idea. Maybe it was from reading about Annie hanging at her husband-to-be’s funeral. It was an article I’d once read in a Dolcettish magazine.

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If I wanted I could set up a guillotine at the funeral home. Then I could be buried in the same casket with Jim.

Tim tried to talk me out of it, of course. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. The thing is: I wasn’t guilty of a capital crime.

I asked Tim about it and whether he had any thoughts on the matter. He told me sex outside of marriage would certainly do the trick. I looked at him in shock when I realized that truly was the answer.

I could have sex the night before! That way I would get to experience penetrative sex before I died. Then I could be reunited with Jim.

His brother looked at me curiously. “Just how are you going to make this happen, Trudy?” I only had to think about it for a second.

“How about the groomsmen, Tim? All they’ll have to worry about is a little community service. They can have their way with me all night long. Then I can put on my wedding gown and go to the funeral. Jim will be buried in a tuxedo and I can wear my wedding dress of virginal white lying right next to him.”

“You won’t be a virgin anymore, Trudy.”

“Fuck that, Tim! After all, it’s my funeral as well as Jim’s.” Then I looked at him as a light bulb suddenly went off in my head.

“As best man, you should get to fuck me too! How about at the funeral while I’m on the bench with my head in the lunette? My legs can hang down so you’ll have easy access from behind. Besides, it was you and Jim who decided I couldn’t keep dating you both and had to choose between the two of you. This way you’ll get to feel my pussy around your cock as I die. It’ll sort of be like Jim is fucking me through you.”

He thought about it for a moment or two. Instantly I felt guilty. “Wait, there’s that probation and community service thing. I’m sorry, Tim. I wouldn’t want you to have to…”

“I’ll do it, Trudy,” he told me with a smile, cutting me off. “And I’ll get Sam, Jeff, Newell and Loren to go along with it as well. A couple of the guys have already expressed jealousy they aren’t going to have a crack at marrying you. Personally I think they would love to get in your pants.”

“You too, Tim?” I asked with a knowing smile, feeling better about things for the first time in days.

“Yeah, Trudy; me too. I’d love to have my cock inside you at the funeral while you’re being beheaded.”

“It should be a once in a lifetime experience, Tim. I think Jim would approve.”

“Yeah, Trudy… I think maybe he would.”

The night before the funeral the guys paid for a really nice motel suite. I showed up in the honeymoon dress I’d planned on wearing for our trip to Acapulco. It showed a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage.

After some wine, the guys all started kissing me to loosen me up. They groped and pawed me and got me out of my dress. I was nervous, but I was more than a little horny thinking about what was going to happen next.

I got on my knees and started freeing their cocks from their suits. They’d thoughtfully worn the outfits they would have worn to the wedding. I thought that was sweet of them.

I got them all naked before I started taking cocks into my mouth. I got to be pretty good with Jim since we couldn’t engage in penetrative sex. I was able to take his six inch member all the way down my throat without gagging, and I happily demonstrated my skills with his groomsmen.

It was finally time to get down to it. The guys picked me up and carried me naked to the bed, which turned out to be rather large since they’d rented a suite for me for the night. Then I ended up on my back with my legs spread.

Sam was first, telling me he’d always wanted to fuck me. It made me feel good knowing how much he’d lusted after me. Penetration hurt at first, and there was a little blood. But it felt good when he went deep, and he managed to fuck an orgasm right out of me. Who cared about condoms; I was going to be dead within the next 24 hours anyway.

Jeff was next while the others stood around stroking. I told them to join me on the bed so I could reach for their cocks with my hands. I took turns stroking and sucking Newell and Loren while Jeff fucked me on my back.

I went through all of them one at a time, taking each one in the missionary position. Then they prepared a nice, hot bubble bath in the Jacuzzi tub for me. It was big enough for two of them to join me, so we did a lot of kissing and groping and making out before Sam and Jeff swapped with Newell and Loren.

I got all excited thinking this was my big chance for a gangbang. So I got out of the tub, dried off, and then got on the floor naked on my knees again. Then once more I sucked all those cocks.

I got on my hands and knees where Sam fucked me from behind while I sucked Jeff. I got both hands on Newell and Loren’s cocks so I was working them all at once. Then it was time to really start banging in earnest.

Loren got on the bed on his back, and I climbed onto his cock. Newell climbed on and slowly penetrated my ass from behind. I felt so slutty that I became a wild woman with cocks up my ass and pussy.

For the next several hours I fucked them all several times and in several different positions, sometimes taking two cocks in my pussy and a cock up my ass. It felt absolutely wonderful, and I had orgasms galore. I was committing a capital crime, and I loved every minute of it.

I didn’t get any sleep, not that I needed any. In the morning the party wound down as I went into the shower to get cleaned up and get ready for the funeral. They came in two at a time so I could suck their cocks while getting fucked in the shower.

Afterwards they got dressed in their outfits while I got into my white wedding dress. Then we drove to the funeral home. I was feeling a little trepidation as well as a strange sexual excitement at my impending beheading.

There were a lot of mourners when we got there. Tim had already taken care of all the arrangements including my beheading. When we were ready I sat with him, my maid of honor Betsy, the bridesmaids, and all the groomsmen in a side alcove during the service where we could see the coffin and Reverend Jones.

Jim’s casket faced the guillotine head first. It was tall, metallic and foreboding. I felt this incredible surge of fear and eroticism. It wouldn’t be long before Tim would be fucking me right in front of everybody before the blade came down on my neck.

It was a wonderful service, with a lot of tears. I felt sorry for Jim’s mother that she wouldn’t get any grandchildren from her son. Tim quietly told me his mom favored his brother a little more than him, but that he didn’t mind too much. I also felt sorry I would not be able to provide grandchildren for my parents.

At the end of the service the mourners quietly went up to the casket and paid their respects, saying their last goodbyes. Then the bridesmaids and groomsmen got up from behind me and went up. They looked at Jim briefly before the guys took up positions around the guillotine to wait for me as the bridesmaids joined the mourners.

While the wedding party was up there seeing Jim’s body, Betsy leaned over and quietly asked me how it was banging all those groomsmen. She’d heard about it and had to admit she was a little jealous. I told her it was one hell of an evening and was totally worth it, although for me I had ulterior motives.

After I stood up, Tim and Betsy escorted me over to the coffin. He stopped first and said goodbye to his brother. I saw the tears in his eyes, reminding me how close they had been.

Betsy was next, and she cried too. I know she would have loved to have fucked Jim. But she value’s her life, and she wasn’t about to risk an execution. She called it “risky sex” and I totally agreed with her… until I found out for myself just how much fun I’d had and how powerful those orgasms had been.

I was the last one to say goodbye. I looked down at my beloved Jim. The mortician had done a great job fixing him up from the crash. He looked so handsome in that tuxedo.

The tears flowed as I lifted my bridal veil and kissed him goodbye. I was grateful to see there was plenty of room for me to lie there right next to him. I was looking forward to the two of us buried together for all eternity.

I calmly walked over to the guillotine. Tim tied my hands behind my back with a nice silk sash he must have bought special. Then he and the guys helped me lie down on the bench.

They slid me forward before strapping me down and bringing the lunette down onto my neck, careful not to wrinkle my dress. Then Reverend Jones spoke to the mourners. “Last night Trudy Williams deliberately violated section 10 of the penal code with four willing accomplices. After the service they will be sentenced to probation and community service. Trudy accepts her sentence of execution and wishes to express her thanks to all of you for being here with her and Jim on this solemn, yet special occasion.”

“Trudy’s last wish is to experience penetrative sex with Jim’s brother Tim. This is also a violation of section 10 of the penal code. Tim has already made arrangements for his community service.” Then he turned to Tim and solemnly told him, “You may now fuck the bride.”

I felt an erotic jolt knowing this was it. I was so wet down below it was embarrassing. I hadn’t worn any bra or panties, and I was so moist that my arousal had slithered down my inner thighs. I was certainly ready for him.

He unzipped his fly, pulled down his pants and then lifted the bottom of my dress. He thrust right in as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. I gasped and moaned as he pumped me hard, causing me to rock in the guillotine.

I glanced at the coffin of my beloved Jim through my veil, grateful Reverend Jones had recently lowered it so I could look in and see his face. He looked so serene and peaceful lying there. Then I looked down to see the basket that would catch my head. It gave me the shivers something fierce.

I turned to look at the mourners who were all watching me. Some wore expressions of disdain, no doubt from the law I was now breaking with Tim. Others watched with smiles on their faces.

I saw my bridesmaids with Betsy sitting together with looks of longing in their eyes. I wondered how many of them might be jealous I was getting a last fuck in public. Maybe Tim would eventually go out with one of them or with one of our other friends who had showed up. I hoped one day he would marry and have lots of kids.

I felt the excitement begin to rise within me. My fear ratcheted up a notch, knowing I was soon going to be beheaded. It turned me on even more, and I gasped and whimpered as I became fearfully aroused.

Reverend Jones came over and grabbed onto the lever. “Wait!” I gasped. “I want to cum first and to give Tim and Jim a last goodbye!” He nodded as he stood there patiently.

I looked out at their mother who was trying to smile through the tears. His father was watching like a lecherous old man. I hoped I was giving him a nice show. My mom was almost bawling as she hugged my dad.

It started to swell within me; I was going to cum really hard. That’s when I guess I got a little carried away. But since I was going to die anyway, what did it matter if I cried out…?

“Yes… fuck me… it feels so good… thank you, Tim… thank you for fucking me… thank you guys for last night; it was great! Thanks to Betsy and my bridesmaids… and thank you all for coming… I love you, mom and dad! I love you most of all, Jim! I’m coming to see you, honey… I’m coming… I’m coming… OHMYGAWD; I’M REALLY CUMMING!”

I stiffened before I started to cry out. Tim roared his release as I felt his hot seed inside me. Then there was a whoosh as the blade fell, bottoming out with a loud THUNK.

For a moment I lost sight of Jim and the coffin as my world tumbled. Then I could see everyone as my veil was removed. I guess my bare head had been lifted up into the air.

“Justice has been served,” Reverend Jones declared to one and all as he displayed my head. There was polite applause, although Jim’s mother and mine were both crying. I was turned to see my body bucking on the bench in my wedding dress as Tim slowly thrust in and out of me. I thought the dress daddy bought for me made me look so beautiful and was totally worth it.

The guys were all standing solemnly in a row, giving me smiles of appreciation as they clapped for me. The last thing I felt was my head being gently placed in the coffin right next to Jim’s head. I knew they would be putting my body in next. That’s when I felt an immense peace. After that I was aware of nothing at all…

© 2017 (written Oct 6 ’17 by riwa)

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A cheater’s revenge 3.5 (2)

A cheater’s revenge

Carrie swam the length of her parent’s pool, fuming inwardly. She had hoped not to be alone this night, especially with her folks out of town for the weekend. But that’s the way things had worked out.

Earlier she’d found her boyfriend at that bar with that floozy who worked at the Hooters just down the street. Right away she’d regretted going there with him for supper last week. That must have been where he’d gone back to set up his date with her as she recognized that crazy necklace she’d seen her wearing while serving them.

Right then it had become crystal clear to her what kind of guy he was. And she was pretty sure that waitress wasn’t the first. That’s when it had all clicked into place.

She’d gone to the bar hoping it wasn’t true. But as soon as she’d spotted them both, she’d gone into a rage. That’s when she’d taken it out on his prized 4-wheel drive.

She’d keyed the paint job, leaving several significant scratches. And he’d unwisely left it unlocked. That’s when she’d gotten inside and carved her name into the leather seats.

She’d come prepared, using the Louisville slugger she’d brought to take out both headlights. For good measure she’d slashed a hole in all four tires. Then she’d angrily driven away. Maybe next time he’d think about it before he cheated, especially since it wasn’t going to be on her anymore.

She surfaced in the shallow end, panting quietly. She angrily turned around, pushed off the wall and angled down toward the bottom. She pulled hard with her arms, her shoulder length brunette hair flowing while air streamed out of her nose as she kicked with her athletic legs.

What the hell was wrong with him?? Didn’t they have a good thing going? Hell, her parents were loaded. You would have thought he would have taken advantage and not messed up a good thing.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he’d simply taken advantage of her. Maybe that was just the way he was.

She reached the wall in the deep end, turned around and headed back, angling downward. She wanted to hold her breath for the entire length. Otherwise she was liable to scream out in fury… and she couldn’t do that underwater without needing air.

Was he really that stupid? Was he really that willing to give up her great figure for that blonde bimbo? Or did he think she wouldn’t find out? Well, she’d certainly found out all right. And she’d let him know in no uncertain terms.

She reached the shallow end and surfaced, panting quietly. Nope; she was still furious. She needed more laps. And she needed to do them underwater as she could feel the scream of rage and frustration bubbling to the surface.

She took another deep breath and submerged to make the swim all the way back to the deep end. That’s when she started running through her mind all the times he hadn’t been able to keep a date or an appointment with her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She surfaced in the deep end, took another breath and submerged to make the return trip. Maybe she could exhaust herself… swim it right out of her for the night. She kept herself in shape, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t keep this up until the anger bled out of her.

She should have tagged along with her folks. But she’d planned a nice weekend with Bryce. And now he was off with that floozy from Hooters… well, unless she had gotten access to her car since his 4-wheel drive wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

She surfaced in the shallow end and paused. Nope… still furious. She was definitely going to get in a good workout tonight.

She submerged and began the swim back to the deep end, pulling smoothly with her arms. After this she was going to use the hot tub and then go in for the night. She could put on a good movie to watch. But she decided she wasn’t watching any chick flick or date night tear-jerker. She wasn’t in the mood for that.

She headed for the surface only to bump into the glass pool cover. What the hell?? She hadn’t seen or heard it closing!

What the hell happened? Had it shorted out? Daddy hadn’t left her any information about the pool cover having any problems!

She saw someone standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Her eyes flashed in horror when she saw it was Bryce. That floozy from Hooters was standing there on his arm.

“Thought you could get away with it, Carrie?” she heard him call down to her. “You thought I’d let you do that to my 4-wheeler without any consequences?”

“BRYCE, LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Carrie banged on the glass cover, suddenly wishing her father hadn’t bothered to install one. Ironically she’d been the one to suggest a glass cover for outdoor parties when they wanted the cover closed. Now she was about to pay for it.

“BRYCE, OPEN THIS DAMN COVER!” She was running out of breath as she pounded on the glass. Surely he wouldn’t leave her under here to drown, would he? That’s when fear gripped her soul.

Why wouldn’t he? After all, his vehicle was his pride and joy. She’d been too furious to think about the consequences of her actions. At the time, as far as she was concerned he deserved it. But now it had boomeranged back on her quite badly.

“BRYCE, I’M SORRY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Now she was out of breath from her screams as well as the underwater swim.

They just stood there looking down on her as her lungs began to heave. Was he really going to let her drown? Carrie beat on the glass again, hoping against hope she might get it to break. Fat chance of that happening.

She thrashed about as the last of her breath left her lungs. Her chest heaved painfully; she could feel panic setting in. She screamed his name in her mind as she beat upon the glass, wondering how much longer she could go without air. But he just stood there looking down on her with that blond bimbo on his arm.

She struggled to hold her breath as she tried pushing up against the glass. She tried pushing her mouth up, hoping to get any kind of breath she could find. But there was very little, and she swallowed a little water down her windpipe.

Carrie coughed as she inhaled deeply. Her windpipe instantly closed off in response. Then she started swallowing water like crazy, hitching and gulping as her eyes flew open in horror.

Her mind no longer functioned rationally as she thrashed about under the cover. She coughed up bubbles from what little air still remained in her lungs. She spasmed and convulsed as she stared up in horror. Then she slowly began to sink to the bottom of the deep end, a few stray bubbles slipping out past her parted lips.

She settled onto the bottom on her back, staring up at the sky with a look of frozen horror. She hitched and spasmed a couple times as though her stomach was still trying to force the last of her air out of her flooding lungs. Then she went still save for an occasional muscle twitch.

The murderous couple looked down on the drowned girl lying at the bottom of the pool. Bryce only felt the faintest twinge of regret seeing the attractive body with the sexy pink bikini. Carrie had been a hot bitch while he’d dated her. But she should have known better. There was no way in hell he could ever allow her to get away with what she’d done to his precious 4-wheel drive.

“I would NEVER cut a hole in all four of your tires,” the blonde on his arm said to him as she nuzzled close.

“Damn right, you wouldn’t!” Then he walked over to the pool shed and flipped the switch to the cover. It slowly slid back open.

“She had an accident and drowned,” he told his new flame. “Damn shame too. She was kind of a nice bitch.”

“Not as nice as I’m going to be when we get back to my place,” she said with a coy smile.

“No, not as nice as that.” And with that they left the backyard together…

© 2017 (written Nov 15 ’17 by riwa)

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Culling the Christians 4.4 (5)

They’re culling the Christians in our city this afternoon and my daughter wants to go watch. She’s responsible for turning in a bunch from City College. Now she wants to go watch them being hanged and beheaded.

I lost Cheryl years ago to the state… well, the state sponsored education system I should say. They really poisoned her mind against the Christians… said they were a bunch of racist, homophobic bigots. They told her they needed to be gotten rid of before they “poisoned the minds” of reasonable, progressive citizens everywhere.

It’s just the two of us in the house now. But she rules the roost. She’s threatened to turn me in on several occasions for going against her or the state. She’s even threatened to slit my throat in my sleep in the middle of the night… said she would be doing society a favor if she got rid of me. But I’m still around. I guess she needs me to keep bringing in an income.

She wants me to wear a slutty tank top and shorts when we go witness the mass executions. A sexy mom means she might attract a hot guy to come home and sleep with her tonight. She’s already seduced four of my dates to the point where I don’t even have a social life anymore.

She’s dressed in similar attire when her college friends show up. Tina and Louise are not quite as bad as she has become, although their attire is equally as casual and slutty. Cheryl told me she’s proud of them because they told her they reported several citizens to the city fathers. But supposedly she’s reported more than they have. That makes her the winner, at least for now. I guess all those who have been reported are going to be culled today.

The girls act quite excited about witnessing the mass executions this afternoon. Cheryl tells them she’s really looking forward to watching all the hangings and beheadings. “I hope I get to see them hang that bitch Rachel from City College! She’s always talking about Jesus!” Her friends smile and nod in agreement. Apparently they all hate this girl they know at school.

“What about you, mom?” she giggles as she hugs me mockingly. “Shall we hang you too? Maybe you’d like to lose that pretty little head of yours in a nice beheading. I could always put it on the dresser so I can look at it whenever I go to bed at night.”

Her friends giggle and play along, not bothering to come to my aid. They know better than to go against Cheryl anyway. Then my daughter tells me, “Just keep paying for my tuition and my stuff, mom, and we’ll get along just fine.” I’m already working two jobs to make ends meet. The stress is starting to get to me.

I drive them all over to the stadium. Their excitement grows the closer we get. But they’re unhappy when I have to park a long ways away because of the crowds.

Cheryl takes the keys from me after I park the car. “Just so you don’t get any ideas, mom.” She dangles them in front of me, her eyes gleaming dangerously. Then we all head for the stadium. If something happens to me I assume one of her friends can drive her home.

A lot of people are already here milling around and buzzing excitedly when we arrive. We can either sit in the stands or wander the field close to the action. “We’re gonna get close, mom! I wanna see them up close! I want to catch a head or get pissed on when they hang! So pay the man already for all of us, including my friends!” At $250 a head, my credit card balance goes up another $1,000. I wonder if I will ever get it paid off the way she keeps making me add to it.

People are already cheering loudly as we enter. “Damn, they’re already killing them! I hope we haven’t missed seeing Rachel swing!” If Cheryl had any conscience whatsoever, it was driven out of her long, long ago. Now she only cares about the State.

We work our way through the crowd until we see a couple of elevated stages. In the left field grass they are doing the beheadings on an elevated platform using a guillotine. People are naked with their arms crossed behind their back being herded through animal chutes before they are taken out one by one and beheaded.

A large dump truck sits next to the elevated platform. We watch as an older, naked gentleman is pushed against a vertical bench, strapped down and then lowered horizontally like he’s on a seesaw. He is slid forward until his head sticks through the opening.

There’s hardly any time before the blade falls with a whoosh, bottoming out with a thud as the crowd roars its approval. The head bounces off the platform and plummets to the crowd below. They fight for his head as the body is unstrapped and rolled to the side down a metal chute into a waiting dump truck. It makes me wonder how many bodies are already in there.

I see an older naked woman being led forward. That’s when there’s another roar. I turn in the direction of the right field grass and see they have a monstrous hanging contraption over there where a young woman has just been set to hanging.

I glance up at the older woman being strapped down to the bench to the guillotine. But Cheryl wants to view the hangings. She grabs my arm as she gasps, “C’mon, mom! Let’s go see! I hope they hang that bitch Rachel! I was given an estimate as to when she’s going to hang, and I want to watch!”

I glance up to see the woman on the bench seesaw flat onto her stomach. She’s shoved forward until her head is forced through the opening. The blade drops with a whoosh, instantly severing her head and setting her naked body to jerking around to the approving roar of the crowd.

I don’t see who catches her head as Cheryl drags me over to the hangings. When we get closer I see the ghastliness of their execution contraption. Ten naked bodies are already dangling, the ones close to the edge of the platform still kicking. A bound, naked female has been pulled out of the animal chute and is waiting her turn, her eyes wide with fright.

My daughter gasps, “Holy shit; that’s hot! They’re doing them one right after the other!” Then her voice joins many others as she hollers, “HANG THE BIGOT! HANG THE HOMOPHOBE! HANG THAT RACIST BITCH!”

I stare in stunned amazement as I analyze the contraption. The individuals are herded through those animal chutes until they come out one by one at the edge. There is a conveyor with hooks running the length of a series of poles for support. It all reminds me of some makeshift ski lift without the benches transporting dangling victims across an open area to another waiting dump truck.

A C hook slowly swings down around the edge of the conveyor near the very edge of the platform. A sexy woman in tight black latex attaches the upper loop to a premade noose onto the C hook. Then she loops the noose around that poor waiting blonde who has her arms crossed behind her back like all the others. I assume that’s to keep them compliant and to prevent them from considering escape.

The female gasps as she instinctively tries to step back. But the conveyor slowly moves the hook along, pulling on the rope to the noose. The victim is involuntarily pulled forward closer to the edge until she runs out of platform. The crowd roars the moment she’s pulled off and starts to kick as she swings back and forth.

When I take a closer look I see there are ten bodies in various stages of hanging being taken along the conveyor – four men and six women including this new blonde who is now kicking up a storm. They look like they are of various ages ranging from 18 to 45. They are predominantly good looking. I guess they’re hanging the more attractive ones while beheading the older ones.

“Nope, I don’t see Rachel yet,” Cheryl pouts as she observes those currently dangling. “I was told they’d hang her around 2 pm. I guess we still got time” She checks her watch and then goes back to looking.

Tina and Louise ooh and aah at the sight as the crowd continues to cheer each death. I hear a thump from the guillotine behind me, the corresponding cheer telling me yet another one has been beheaded. It gives me the shivers; I really don’t like this place.

“What do you think, mom?” Cheryl nudges me with a smirk. “Think we should hang you? Or are you still a productive member of the State?”

I swallow hard as I watch those various bodies swinging back and forth. She could easily report me and there’d be nothing I could do about it. These days the State doesn’t ask too many questions if a child reports their parent for any infraction real or imagined.

At the end of the conveyor I see a naked male in his thirties. His cock is semi-hard and dripping. He must have gotten an erection and shot his load the moment the noose took his full weight.

The C hook starts to wind its way up around the very end of the conveyor to make the long trek back along the top. When the hook swings up high enough it loses its grasp of the rope to the noose. The dangling body drops away to disappear into the back of the dump truck waiting at the end of the line to catch the bodies.

As soon as he’s gone I see what looks like a college aged brunette being noosed on the platform. The hook on the conveyor slowly pulls her forward. She lets out a cry of horror before she’s pulled off. The crowd roars as I hear occasional obscenities thrown her way.

She wildly swings back and forth, bumping a couple times into the legs of the dangling blonde hanging right in front of her. Her legs kick wildly as she twists and turns. She’s quite the fighter.

“Wow; look at that one!” Tina gasps in awe. “She’s a real dancer!” Then she hollers, “DANCE, YOU FUCKING HOMOPHOBE! DANCE!”

“The fighters are the best kind,” Cheryl observes as she stands there looking up at the poor girl kicking her life away. The crowd cheers the demise of yet another Christian.

We’re not too far away as we stand there watching. Some are really close, almost standing directly underneath to look up. My breath catches in my throat as the poor girl really struggles. It produces an embarrassing reaction within me as I watch her kick and swing.

She’s starting to slow down when I see a short Asian female with black hair being noosed up. She twists helplessly in place as though not wanting the noose. But her arms are securely crossed behind her back. If she falls or jumps off it’s a good 12 to 15 feet down where she’s liable to break an arm or leg before they take her back and string her up anyway.

There’s something marked on her chest I can’t make out. I guess it earns her a thicker noose which the female executioner produces. She attaches one end onto the C hook slowly swinging down into position before she loops the noose around her neck.

The crowd roars, and I hear words of “Racist!”, “Homophobe!”, “Bigot!”, and “Traitor!” The noose starts to pull her forward. Clearly she is frightened. I can see her breasts and how erect her nipples are.

Just before she swings she bravely cries out, “Jesus is Lord!” She is booed loudly before she is pulled off the platform by the noose staying with her assigned hook. The crowd roars with delight as she swings back and forth, her legs pedaling as she rasps for breath.

As I check the others who are dangling from their hooks, I notice the thickness of noose varies. This one got a thicker one. Her dance is livelier and more animated as the hook slowly pulls her along the conveyor line with the others.

I gasp as I see a male with an erection being moved into position. He is panting heavily, the fear evident in his features. I look down the line to see the Asian still kicking it up. That’s when I wonder if the thickness of her noose is making her suffer longer.

Another thump behind me and the crowd roars to another beheading. I decide not to look. I feel a little dizzy and nauseous. But there’s a strange sexual arousal I’m experiencing that’s embarrassing the hell out of me.

The male is noosed before slowly being pulled off the platform to swing back and forth as the crowd cheers. He bumps into the legs of the Asian as they both kick and swing. His cock twitches and then explodes, cum arcing outward and down as several rush forward in the hopes of catching it with their mouths and tongues.

“Damn, that’s hot!” Cheryl gasps. Then she sees the look in my expression. When she sees how uncomfortable I am she declares, “It’s good riddance to another Christian, mom! Don’t you know anything these days??”

The Asian is still suffering as I look down the line. I see the college brunette, the blonde in front of her, and another male in his twenties. I see a woman in her forties, another male in his thirties, a young woman with long, brown hair, another male, and a female who is reaching the end of the conveyor.

“Pretty cool, eh mom?” Cheryl says as she checks her watch. “I just timed them. It looks like they’re hanging ‘em two minutes apart. They get a twenty minute ride from noose to truck! And it sounds like there’s a beheading, then a hanging, then a beheading, then another hanging. I say it serves ‘em all right for being such racist, homophobic Christian bigots; wouldn’t you agree?”

I want to look away, but I can’t. It’s so damned horrific that I’m having an embarrassing reaction. I’m getting sexually aroused, and it shames me.

“Look, there’s Regina!” Louise points at the one standing on the platform being noosed. “Wasn’t she the head cheerleader?”

Cheryl smirks as she watches the executioner noose the young woman. “Goes to show you can’t escape by joining the college cheerleader squad.” Then she joins the other voices as she hollers up, “Hang, you moralist Christian bitch!!”

The noose slowly pulls the dirty blonde forward and then off the platform. She swings wildly as the crowd cheers. Cheryl and her friends throw insults up at her as they join in the enthusiastic cries. I wince as I nearly cum from seeing her fight the rope, her naked body twisting and turning as she gyrates. It’s almost like she’s being fucked in midair.

One by one they make the journey along that conveyor. The thicker nooses seem to let them live for almost ten minutes. It must be punishment for being so blatantly obvious about their Christianity. Then they drop out of sight into that dump truck. I see a couple of heads as though there are workers in the back of the truck spreading the pile of bodies evenly. Occasionally I see boxes of nooses dropped over the side to be returned to the female executioner.

Seeing yet another girl swinging from a noose makes me stiffen with shame. I make myself step away in the direction of the beheadings. It’s too embarrassing to stand there and cum to the suffering of all those poor, dangling people.

“Going somewhere, mom?” Cheryl asks in warning. She dangles the keys as she reminds me I’m driving and that we’re not going anywhere until she’s ready to go. Then I hear the crowd cheer to another drop of the blade.

I look up to see an elderly woman with her grey hair in a familiar bun next in line as they roll another naked, headless body away. I’m shocked when I see it’s Mrs. Comstock. We had lunch with her just a few days ago.

Cheryl looks up in surprise. “Mom, is that Mrs. Comstock? Didn’t we eat lunch with her last week? I didn’t know she was a…!” Her voice trails off in astonishment.

It doesn’t really surprise me. She is such a nice lady. She doesn’t have a racist, bigoted, homophobic bone in her entire body. And now they’re beheading her as though she’s guilty of a capital crime.

We stand there watching as they march her up to the vertical bench. The crowd boos and catcalls, throwing horrible names her way while they strap her down. Then the bench seesaws downward before they push her forward.

Suddenly Cheryl tries to be the loudest with her obscenities. Having eaten in the poor woman’s home – knowing what she now knows – must have unnerved her. She calls her all sorts of names as they push her head right on through the opening. Then the blade drops without any fanfare, landing with a loud thump that jolts me.

The crowd cheers as her head bounces off the platform in the direction of the waiting arms below. Some young bitch catches it in midair and holds it up, loudly proclaiming, “I GOT A SOUVENIR! THIS BIGOT’S HEAD BELONGS TO ME!” She gets cheers from those around her as her friends pat her on the back.

Mrs. Comstock’s head drips blood everywhere as the bitch proudly swings it around. But no one seems to care they might get a little blood on them. My daughter eagerly cries out, “The bitch got what she fucking deserved!” as the crowd continues to cheer.

I shake my head a little as I watch them unstrap her corpse. Her naked body is still twitching from the moment the blade fell. Then they carelessly push it off the bench where it rolls down the metal chute and disappears into the waiting dump truck.

I look around for Cheryl’s friends to catch their reaction to all this. But Tina and Louise are no longer with us. Where did they go??

Did they get sick from all the death going on around us? Doubtful. Chances are they went back over to watch the hangings… unless they went off to get some refreshments. But if that’s the case, why did they leave Cheryl behind??

“Where’s Tina and Louise?” Cheryl asks, suddenly looking all around in confusion. She’s finally noticed it’s just the two of us. Then she eyes me accusingly.

“Mom, what did you do? Where did they go?”

“I didn’t do anything, Cheryl. I have no idea where they went.”

“What did you say to them? You must have said something to offend them! Damnit, mom; I’m going to report you if you don’t tell me what you said!”

“I didn’t say anything to them, Cheryl; honest.” Strangely her words don’t scare me as much as they used to. For some time I’ve been suspecting something’s eventually going to happen to me. When it does, chances are it’s going to be a relief.

About that time Tina and Louise return. But they have two officers with raised weapons in their hands. Louise points at my daughter and cries out, “That’s the one! She said she was in the home of that homophobic bitch they just beheaded!” The crowd cheers another hanging, but now I’m distracted as I find myself in the midst of a very serious drama.

Cheryl indignantly gasps, “I did not!”

“Yes you did! I heard you! We both heard you; right, Tina?”

Her friend nods as she frantically brushes her clothes. It’s as though she now thinks she got something very bad on her just from her association with Cheryl. Does she think it’s contagious? Does she think she’s been sullied by her former friend just for having visited Mrs. Comstock in her home??

“Come along, ladies,” one of the officer’s commands us. He motions toward the outfield and a small structure set up clear in the back. “We’d better take you two over to see the culling commissioner to get this all sorted out.”

Cheryl suddenly goes deathly pale. It’s the first time in ages I’ve seen my daughter appear to have lost all control. Then she starts to sputter from a mixture of fear and anger…

“What?? I’m not a Christian! Tell ‘em, mom! I hate all these racist homophobes! They can all die for all I care!”

The officer is unimpressed. He motions with his weapon for us to start walking. People have cleared away from us like we’re contagious or something. Even Tina and Louise have safely backed away to hide behind the two officers. That’s when I swallow hard as my heart leaps into my throat, wondering what is going to happen to us next.

© 2017 (Written Sep 18 ’17 by riwa)

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Not like in the movies 4.3 (3)

Life is not like in the movies. No matter how many times you think otherwise, it’s just not. The girl does NOT always get to kiss her hero at the end, and James Bond does NOT always save the damsel in distress. In fact, it sure seems like he loses a lot more women than he rescues; right?

My situation spiraled downhill when I thought I’d gone undetected. Imagine my dismay when the blow to the back of my head put my lights out. At least I finally got that sleep the Agency had been depriving me of for the past several days.

When I awakened I was in a grotty dungeon with a lone toilet and a big wooden tub of water. I was naked, my arms cuffed behind my back. I guess that was a logical precaution for my captors, although my size meant I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a fuss in any event.

There was a man in black pvc – black shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He seemed happy to discover I’d awakened. I probably would have been better off not coming to.

He took me over to the large tub of water. Then he groped my boobs. I gasped and trembled at my looming predicament.

He got right to the point…. “I need to know what you’re doing here, bitch.” I like that in a man… no beating around the bush.

I gave him some BS… “I was just out for a stroll. By the way, your basement could use a good interior decorator. I’d be happy to make a few recommendations if you like.” Humor was my way of dealing with the threat looming before me. Otherwise I probably would have panicked and started screaming my head off.

I don’t think he liked my answer because he forced my head down into the water… and I mean FORCED. I barely had time to catch my breath. I struggled to hold it, having no idea how long he was going to keep my head submerged.

He pulled my head back up, and I came up gasping and sputtering. Hell, I nearly waterboarded myself from my own red hair hanging down over my face. Water drained down my face as I gasped for breath before he brushed it out of the way.

“I see I’m dealing with a smartass. Got anything else you want to contribute?”

“Not really. My teachers didn’t take too kindly to my attitude in school either.” And with that I got shoved down into the wooden tub a second time for my sass.

He let my head come back up after a bit. I whipped my hair up over my head, causing a big plume of water. It would have been comical had my situation not been so dire.

“I really need answers honey,” he whispered into my ear as he choked me. “My superiors won’t take too kindly if I don’t get answers.”

“I wish I had something to offer,” I rasped, his fingers tightening ominously around my throat.

“Maybe another dunking will loosen your tongue.”

“Probably not, but you can sure try-burlubrlgurlg!” Down I went, his hand forcing my head deep into the tub.

That one scared me a little, especially since he kept me down longer. I enjoy a good swim in a pool as much as the next girl. But I’m not known for being able to hold my breath for any length of time. And I wasn’t certain just how long I might need to hold it to endure his questions.

He pulled me up and I came up gasping for breath. He groped and mauled my tits, letting me know in no uncertain terms just who was in charge. It did give me a perverse thrill as my pussy started throbbing.

“Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”

“I never saw myself as taking the easy way out,” I gasped.

“Have it your way then.”

Back down I went, struggling and bubbling. He had a good grip on me, making sure there was no way in hell I could get back up. I felt another erotic jolt, wondering if this was going to be it.

He kept me down for the longest time. I writhed and bubbled, my lungs screaming for air. I could feel the panic welling up inside me.

At the very last moment he pulled me up out of the water. I gasped like crazy as he wrapped his hand around my neck. He groped my tits again, enjoying molesting me. To be honest I kind of enjoyed it too as it kept my mind from bring up some rather unpleasant thoughts about the situation I found myself in.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” he asked as the water drained out of my hair.

“I could probably use some shampoo. I’ve been meaning to wash my hair lately, but I just haven’t found the time.”

“Then let me help wash it for you.” And with that I found myself shoved back down head first into the water.

I was more than a little scared as I bubbled like crazy. I suspected he was going to tire of the game and eventually do me in. I just didn’t know if he was going to drown me or use some other method.

To my surprise he began fingering me back there. I don’t know if he was trying to humiliate me or what. He certainly made me jerk and bubble. But it provided me with enough of a sexual distraction to settle down my growing panic.

He kept me down for the longest time before pulling me back up. Once more I waterboarded myself as my hair got in my eyes and covered my mouth. Water streamed down my face as I struggled to gasp for breath.

He hissed at me, “This isn’t going well. You know that, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, trying to maintain my sarcasm. “I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m not used to having my hair washed in this manner.”

“Then let me make it easy for you.” That’s when he shoved my head back down into the wooden bucket.

He kept me submerged as the water began to settle. I tried to hold my breath, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Once more I could feel that panic threatening to overwhelm me.

How long would he keep me down like this? How far was he willing to take me? I had no idea, but it was easy enough to imagine the dire consequences if I didn’t answer his questions.

I was sure he was going to drown me, and I tried to prepare myself as my lungs screamed for another breath. I started to wriggle and squirm in panic, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bodily functions. I could feel an orgasm coming on strong, and I hoped I’d get to enjoy one before my untimely demise.

I was a little surprised when he pulled me back up. The next dunk was probably going to trigger my orgasm. It was also liable to be my drowning swan song.

I gasped for breath as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. He groped and caressed me, playing with my nipples. “Does death excite you?” he asked ominously.

“Not really,” I replied in a quivering voice. “I guess we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on this thing, can we.”

“I guess not,” he sighed heavily. Then I got pushed back down into the water.

I tried to hold my breath despite the hammering of my heart. But it just wasn’t going to happen. My lungs were heaving, my heart was pounding, and I needed to be able to catch my breath. But this time he wasn’t letting me up.

I started to struggle in a futile attempt to rise up. But strong arms kept my head submerged. My lungs heaved and I began to panic.

I felt it swell within me; I was going to cum while he was holding me down. Was he going to drown me at the same time? I was beginning to think so.

I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, fully expecting him to let me up. But that wasn’t happening. Then panic really set in.

I started to thrash about as I lost all my breath. Then I was cumming really hard. A moment later I knew it was all over when my lungs opened up.

I started swallowing water; gawd, how I swallowed water! Then I was panicking and thrashing about as I drowned in that damned bucket.

I orgasmed again; I was actually cumming as I was drowning. It hurt like hell, but despite my best efforts I couldn’t get my head up. He was keeping me down to make sure the deed was done.

I don’t know what it’s like to die, so I didn’t know what to expect. All I know is my life flashed before my eyes. Then I got this strange image of one of those James Bond characters.

He looked down into the water and saw my body lying there all drowned at the bottom of the pool. Then he shook his head as though he’d missed yet another one. I thought, ‘Yeah, you are fucking late AGAIN, you bastard!’ Then all my senses shut down as consciousness blissfully faded away.

© 2017 (written Oct 26 by Riwa)

(Pictures are from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Victor’s Guillotine 6 4.5 (8)

6

“So what did you think of eating Rita?” Dorothy asked before putting another forkful of salad into her mouth.

“Surprising actually.”

“Oh? In what way?”

“I thought eating human flesh would really gross me out. But Victor cooked it so well that I had to remind myself I was eating what used to be another human being. And it helped settle me down the way Jeff joked about us eating his girlfriend, especially since he told us he might go find another girl to bring next month.”

“She certainly was good eating,” Dorothy agreed with a smile. “But my memories are of what happened down in the guillotine room… the way her body jerked the moment the blade fell.”

She paused to take another bite out of her salad. It was a week later, and we were eating at that very same café where she’d gotten me curious about Victor’s parties. Then she smiled at me.

“I felt the same way at first about eating meat that came from a human being… that is, until I found out how good they tasted. You remember how Victor sent some of her meat home with us? I fixed some of her the other day with some vegetables for supper… sort of our way to remember her and the erotic way she was beheaded, you know? Even James thought she was good eating.”

“Yes she was.” But as I paused to think about Rita, I found myself thinking about the way she had died.

“Did you know I had a running bet with James you would ride the guillotine again before the day was over? You won me five pounds, Julie.” She chuckled as she shook her head before taking another bite.

I gave her a dirty look. “If I would have known that, love, I might not have ridden it at all.” But she saw right through me.

“I doubt that, love. I saw how you were when you rode it the first time and the way Louisa made you cum. Once you have an orgasm knowing the blade can fall at any moment, you’re virtually hooked.”

“I am not.”

“Then why did you go back down and ride it again?”

“I wanted to put that bitch Prudence in her place.”

“You could have just insulted her. Riding the guillotine seems an awful big risk just to get back at someone. I think you wanted to ride it again with a cock up your pussy. He was really good, wasn’t he?”

My face flushed crimson at the remembrance of it all. She laughed as she told me, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh shut up and eat your salad.” She just laughed again as she took another bite.

The orgasms had definitely felt incredible. And to be honest, it hadn’t really mattered all that much about showing up Prudence, although that’s what I kept trying to tell myself. I was already thinking about what it might be like to ride it again.

“You know there’s another one in three weeks, right? Renard will be there in case Victor needs help putting another body on to roast. Wouldn’t you like to see him again? Wouldn’t you like him to fuck you while you’re going for another risky ride?”

“Of course not. You’re crazy!” But I was already starting to think about it.

“Aw c’mon, love. It would be the ride of your life and you know it. I bet you’re already imagining what the orgasms are going to feel like; am I right?”

“No I’m not! I don’t know where you get your silly ideas.”

“I get ‘em from the expression on your face, love. I knew something had happened when you came outside to eat with the rest of us. I’d wondered where you’d gotten off to. Then I saw how your face looked all flushed and the way you seemed breathless. There was a glow about you as though you’d just been fucked. That’s when I knew even before you told us.”

“Oh, shut up and eat your salad.”

“Three weeks, Julie. Shall James and I swing by around tenish? You won’t make the lunch buffet, but I’m sure Victor can have you ready for supper. I’ll see if James wants to keep your head on our dining room table when we’re eating you with peas and carrots.”

“Dottie, you’re hopeless. I tell you; I’m not going!”

“Ten am, love?”

“Better make it ten-thirty.”

“Hah!”

She laughed as I blushed again. Telling her I wasn’t going just wasn’t going to fly. Besides, I was getting aroused thinking about Renard fucking me in the guillotine again, the blade hovering dangerously over my head. I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge blunder.

Something was different when Dorothy came to pick me up. For one thing, I saw she was behind the wheel. For another, there was this strange man in the passenger seat I didn’t recognize.

He quickly got out and opened the door for me so I could sit in front with Dorothy. “This is Richard,” she told me with a smile. “He flew over from the States.”

“Where’s James?”

“Work called him away. He knew this was going to happen two weeks in advance. So I asked him if I could invite this friend over from America. Richard has never seen a working guillotine before.”

“Is that so?” I asked him with a smile.

“No, ma’am,” he answered politely. “It seems our country doesn’t have quite the history with guillotines that your country does. Dorothy’s description of what happened at your last party was rather vivid. I guess my curiosity got the better of me.”

Dorothy teasingly told him, “You just want to see a naked lady lose her head while she’s getting fucked, love. Am I right?” He blushed as he lowered his head.

He was very nice, with a warm smile and a good physique. I don’t know why I had this flickering thought of what it would feel like if he fucked me in the guillotine. Then I found myself wondering if Dorothy might ask him to fuck her in a risky gamble. What the hell would James say if he lost his wife to the blade while another bloke was fucking her??

I looked at him and smiled, telling myself this day might get interesting. “It’s nice to meet you, Richard. Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get to see a beheading today. Then we’ll find out if that American palate can handle the taste of us English wenches.”

“I, uh… that would be interesting.”

I got in and he politely closed the door behind me before he went around and got Dorothy’s door. She told me she’d known Richard a few years and had wanted to invite him over across the pond for some time. But there just hadn’t been a good excuse until now.

I gave her a questioning look. She just laughed, giving me a dismissive wave as he climbed into the back of her car. Then she told me, “Today I’m sitting this one out, love. James isn’t coming so I’m going to be a good wife.”

“Are you really?” I asked in challenge, briefly glancing into the back seat at our attractive guest before looking right at her. That’s when I saw something flicker in her eyes. She turned away, fumbled for the keys, and then mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out before starting up the motor. I decided not to push it.

We arrived and went right inside. Dorothy led us straight to the wetbar. Lorraine was already there in a very nice sundress.

She greeted us with a smile. “I expected you to return, love,” she told Dorothy with a twinkle in her eyes. “And it’s nice to see you again, Julie. But I didn’t know you were bringing someone new with you. Who is this charming gentleman? What happened to James?”

“James had to work, love. This is Richard. He flew all the way over from the States to see your guillotine in action. I told him James couldn’t make it, so I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Nice to meet you, Richard,” Lorraine said with her usual charm. “Can I get you something to drink?”

He nodded politely as he told her what he’d like. She went right off to fix it for him before bringing over the requests Dorothy and I put in. Then she leaned toward us against the bar top after we had our drinks.

“So you came back; eh, Julie?”

I blushed as I told her, “Well… Dorothy sort of talked me into it.”

“You didn’t need much arm-twisting, love.”

“Oh shut up and enjoy your drink.” She just laughed as she took another sip.

“Everyone’s out back enjoying the late morning air, love. Victor’s got some meat cooking. He has something planned for supper if the guillotine doesn’t send us any roasters.” She gave me a sly smile, and I felt an erotic quiver.

“How about you, Julie?” Dorothy suggested with a wink as she nudged me. “Want to go out in a blaze of glory so Victor can have someone to roast?”

“Ha-ha; very funny.” But her remark did not help matters any as I felt my pussy start to get moist.

Dorothy picked up her drink. “Let’s go outside and say hi.” Richard dutifully followed her out.

I lagged behind for a moment to talk to Lorraine alone. When they were gone I quietly asked, “Is Renard here?”

“He certainly is, love. And he came alone.”

Once more she gave me that charming smile of hers. I nervously smiled back. She had answered the important question I’d wanted to ask but had been hesitant to vocalize.

“Thanks, Lorraine. I think I’ll go out and mingle.”

“Have a nice time, love. Don’t let anyone force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded my thanks, appreciative of her concern before heading for the backyard.

I went out and saw there was quite a collection of couples. Dorothy and Richard were over talking to Ken and Sybil Wylie and a couple I didn’t recognize. She waved at me… “Oh, there you are” before she went back to her conversation.

I spotted Renard talking to Jeff and a new girl. I took the bull by the horns by going right over. He smiled as I approached.

“Nice to see you again, Julie. You remember Jeff, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I said as we hugged briefly. “I, uh… I’m sorry… I guess… about Rita I mean.”

He gave me a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it, Julie. She wanted to ride the guillotine.” Then he introduced me to the short haired, dark blonde in the light blue skirt and blouse standing by his side.

“This is Kimberly Struthers. She was a friend of Rita’s. I was just telling Renard how Kimberly wanted to come check out the guillotine after I told her Rita got beheaded and then eaten for supper.”

“How do you do?” I asked as I shook her hand. “Are you, uh… hoping to ride the guillotine?”

“I don’t know, Julie; I haven’t decided. The way Jeff described it makes it sound positively gruesome. Yet there’s something about it I find kind of exciting.”

“That was my initial reaction as well when Dorothy told me about it that day while we were having lunch. So I decided to come out with her and see what it was all about for myself. I was here last month when Rita lost her head. In fact I was down there watching the moment the blade fell.”

“Oh? What was that like?”

“Horrifying… and yet… how can I say this without making it sound perverse? It was sort of… sexy?”

“That’s a good word for it,” Jeff said with a laugh. “Of course, for me it was more than a little sexy.” He looked at Kimberly before adding, “I hope I’m not over-romanticizing it for you or anything like that.”

She giggled at him as she shook her head. “No, you just make me curious is all.” I found myself wondering how long it would be before she tried riding it for herself… and whether or not she would let Jeff fuck her while she was riding it naked.”

The four of us stood there chatting for a while. I was tempted to go mingle, but I felt comfortable standing close to Renard. He seemed happy to see me, and I liked being in his company.

Jeff and Kimberly were called over to Ken and Sybil Wylie and that new couple. Dorothy and Richard had moved off to talk to the Warrens. When we were alone Renard stepped closer and smiled at me. “So you decided to make a return visit, eh?”

I nervously brushed aside a strand of red hair before telling him, “Dorothy has this way of talking a girl into something.”

“Are you sure that’s it? Or could it be something else?” He smiled knowingly at me.

“Not you too??”

“The ladies who show up often have more than a morbid curiosity. Nine times out of ten it doesn’t take much to get them to go for a ride. Look how easy it was to get you to ride it twice.”

I blushed again. “Just because I rode it last time doesn’t mean I’m going to ride it this time.” He just chuckled as he shook his head.

At that moment Lorraine came outside. She strode right over to Victor and started talking animatedly. Clearly she wasn’t happy about something.

Their voices got a little louder and I heard him ask her, “Did you try talking her out of it?”

“Victor, you know she doesn’t listen to me!”

“Darling, she doesn’t listen to me either.”

“Uh-oh,” Renard observed. “This doesn’t look good. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Julie?”

“Certainly.” Then he headed off in their direction.

I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there alone like an idiot while watching their discussion. Most of the other couples had gone silent, quietly observing the drama.

When Renard walked over to Victor and Lorraine, they lowered their voices when they realized they were being listened to. I watched and waited before taking a couple of tentative steps in their direction. I was curious as to what was going on. Then I heard Renard tell them, “I’ll go down and keep an eye on her.”

He walked away, only to catch sight of me standing there with a confused look on my face. Some of the couples went back to their conversations. Others watched as he came over to me and shook his head.

“Prudence is here with another boyfriend. She brought some friends with her. She headed right on down to the guillotine room despite Lorraine’s objections. So I told them I’d go down and see what’s going on.”

“Oh… ok.”

“Care to join me?”

“I’d like that, Renard… if it’s not any trouble.”

“No trouble at all, Julie. C’mon.”

We headed inside and went straight for the stairs down to the guillotine room. Renard seemed a little anxious… as though we’d be wise not to waste any time getting down there. Was Prudence riding the guillotine against her mother’s wishes?

We were partway down the stairs when we heard voices drifting up to us. Renard reached out an arm to stop us as we both stopped and listened. It sounded like the guillotine was in use…

“Prudence, I’m not sure I want to do this anymore!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, Vicki? You told me before you came with us that you wanted to go for a ride!”

“P-Prudence, I’m s-scared!”

“But aren’t you excited as well? Isn’t it the least bit of a turn-on knowing the blade could fall any second now?”

“P-Prudence, I don’t want to ride this anymore!”

“Fuck her hard, Wayne! Enjoy that last orgasm before the blade falls, Vicki! Dad’s going to love roasting your meaty ass!”

“PRUDENCE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Better enjoy that last orgasm while you can, love! It’s going to feel so good when the blade comes down and severs your head!”

At the scream Renard bolted down the remaining steps as I rushed down after him. I saw him leap into the room and rush toward the guillotine. The timer on the monitor on the wall read 54:18.

Prudence and a new guy I didn’t recognize were standing near the front of the guillotine where the new girl’s head was sticking out. Prudence had a maniacal look in her eyes. Her boyfriend looked like he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, although he seemed to be genuinely interested in the outcome.

A new girl sporting short, dirty blonde hair was strapped down naked, rocking from the thrusts while wailing for her life. A naked young man was fucking her hard as Prudence urged him on. My breath caught in my throat as a surge of wildly erotic tingles coursed through my body.

Renard rushed up to the machine just as Prudence noticed his arrival… “Renard, what are you doing down here? Wait, what are you doing?? Daddy needs a roaster so I can go for a ride afterwards, right?? Renard, STOP IT!”

He quickly plugged some numbers into the control pad as the poor girl let out another cry. “Renard, damnit; she’s cumming! Leave her alone!” A moment later the timer on the monitor on the wall froze at 54:49.

The naked girl noticed the timer had stopped ticking away. Her screams faded away as she gasped for breath before going into spasms. I think she fainted dead away, even though her companion was still fucking her. That’s when Prudence wailed, “DAMN YOU, RENARD! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”

© 2017(Sep 30 ’17)

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Chapter three of Water Babies
2-3 shorts including Consensual Drownings and Consensual Asphyxia.
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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 5 4.4 (10)

5

The girls whimpered through their ball-gags, anxiously looking at each other and then looking at us as though wondering what we were going to do to them. But we weren’t going to do anything to them! After all, they didn’t belong to us.

Stewart finally broke the silence by asking, “Uh, Janelle? Shouldn’t we be going now?”

“I want to stay, Stew. I want to watch the one on the bed get snuffed by whoever she belongs to.” She looked at me in alarm as the one in the electric chair grunted her distress.

“You think they’ll let us stay once they get back, sis?”

“I don’t see why not.” Then I gave him a hopeful look as I added, “Maybe they’ll let us help execute her.” That got them both to whimpering again as they squirmed uncomfortably.

“I wonder who they are, Janelle.”

“Why don’t you go check the door, Stew? Besides, I see a red light blinking over there.”

“Does that mean the door knows when a sensor has popped?”

“Maybe. I suppose you can go check and… hey, another one just came on… and it’s green!”

Stew turned to look in astonishment. “Damn. I wonder what that means, sis.” Then he got up and went over to take a closer look.

“The door says one of them is named Dorothy while the other is named Emma. Which is which?”

“They kinda look like sisters to me, Stew. Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

“Yeah, I guess they do look like sisters.” That’s when the one in the chair grunted as she nodded her head.

“You’re sisters?” I asked her. She grunted and nodded. “Are you Dorothy?” She nodded again. “Well, Stew, I guess that answers that.”

“I think something’s wrong, sis. This light is definitely flashing green. Do we owe more money?”

“Pay ‘em if you have to, Stew! I want to watch them execute Emma. I sure hope they hang her. I want to see a hanging for sure!” The one on the bed grunted anxiously at my words.

Stewart waved our pager over the door. I was happy to see the green light go out as I assumed that meant we owed more money. But the red light remained on.

“Did that do it, Stew? Did you give them more money to allow us to stay in here longer?”

“I just waved the pager over the panel, sis.” Then he looked at it for a second before blurting out, “Hey; this can’t be right! My pager says they now belong to us!”

“What?? That’s crazy!”

I went over to look at the pager in his hand. Sure enough, it indicated they were now under our control. But it showed there were no funds of any kind associated with them. I thought they were supposed to earn money getting fucked in these rooms!

“Are they broke, Stew?? How the hell are they broke? Are we responsible for ‘em now?”

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

“Have we got enough money to support the both of them?”

“I don’t know.”

The door suddenly opened, causing us to jump with a start. My heart leaped into my throat as an attendant walked into the room. “Damn, lady! You nearly scared the shit out of us bursting in like that!”

“I’m sorry, folks. I was a little occupied with Club matters, but I came as soon as I could. My name is Nicole.”

I motioned at the sisters before asking, “What’s going on? What do we do with these two? Our pager says they belong to us now.” I was aware we were all nude in the room except her. Amazingly she said nothing about our nakedness.

“I thought there might be some confusion, Miss, so I came right over. In a nutshell: yes, they belong to you now… that is if you want them.”

“If we want them??”

“The gentlemen who came in with them earlier were playing poker. They just lost everything on that last hand, including these two and all their earnings. I suppose in a certain respect that means they now belong to the Club. But since you two were in here and paid to spend time with them, you have the first option of keeping them or turning them back over to the Club.”

“But that one popped her sensor!” I told her with growing excitement. “That means…”

“…she has to be executed. That’s right; it certainly does.”

“You mean we get to snuff her ourselves??” I was stunned.

“That’s right.”

“You mean… we can hang her right in this very room if we want??” Now I was looking up at the noose as a surge of incredible excitement began to shudder through me. On the bed Emma grunted at my enthusiasm in growing horror, her eyes wide with fright.

“You’re entitled to execute both of them if you so desire. But yes, that one definitely has to die” and she pointed out a naked Emma lying tied spread-eagled on the bed who wriggled and whimpered with fright. Her sister let out a grunt of alarm as she watched, still helplessly strapped down to the electric chair.

Stew looked just as confused as I was. So I asked, “What about the guys they belong to… I mean… the guys who came in with them?”

“Oh they’ve already left the Club. So you don’t have to worry about them getting any money and returning to fetch them. They belong to you now. If you don’t want them or can’t afford them, they revert back to the Club. But since one of them must be executed, your funds on hand should be good enough for a while to cover you and the other one.”

“And we can hang both of them if we want??” Now my pussy was starting to moisten with anticipation as they grunted their distress at my words.

“Yes… if that’s your wish.”

“Wow!” Then I excitedly turned to my brother and told him, “Stew, I want to hang this one for sure!”

“It’s ok with me, Janelle. Her sensor popped so she has to die anyway.”

“That’s what I thought. So I want her to hang for us before I put on my own dance of death for you later.”

Emma grunted her fright from the bed as she shook her head no. Her sibling in the chair whimpered over the predicament her sister now found herself in. That’s when I got really excited as I told the attendant, “Ok. Let’s take ‘em to the Entertainment stage! We’ll hang the one on the bed first. That one is named Emma, right? Then we’ll see what we’re going to do about her sister.”

Stewart gave me a funny look. “Janelle? Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Forgetting what, Stew?”

“Dad’s in the Club.”

I stared at him for a moment as I deflated a little… “Oh yeah.” Then I asked the attendant, “Wait; we can hang her in here, right?”

“Of course. This is a snuff room, and you can use anything in here you want to snuff one or the both of them.”

“That might be better…” Stewart started to say. But I stopped him as I thought more about it.

“Wait a minute. I think she should hang up onstage in front of everybody, Stew. After all, we only got them because we were in the room kinda by accident. They sorta belong to the Club anyway. So I think the Club would love a public execution. Am I right, Nicole?”

“Yes, you’re right. The Club would certainly benefit from a public execution. But the choice is entirely up to you.”

“Janelle, maybe we’d better hang her in here where dad can’t see us.” Then he paused before giving the attendant a worried look.

“Oh yeah; I forgot. They can see into our room. Can we turn off the cameras? …I mean, so the other rooms can’t see the hanging until later… like ‘go private’ or something until after the hanging?” Poor Emma writhed and grunted each time we talked about her impending demise.

“Yes, sir; we’re set up for that. I could help arrange that for you if you want.”

“Wait a minute, Stew! She’s got to be executed anyway; right, Nicole? Daddy can’t stop us because she has to be executed! Stew, don’t you think we should hang her up on stage for everybody to see? I think that would be so hot hanging her up onstage in front of the whole Club.” Once more Emma grunted her distress at my words as her sister Dorothy writhed and whimpered in the chair.

“Janelle, what about dad?”

“He can’t stop a Club hanging; right, Nicole?”

“No, Miss; he can’t. Her sensor has popped so she has to be executed one way or the other.”

“Maybe it’ll be ok, Stew. I want to hang her live up onstage in front of everybody.” Then I asked Nicole, “Would it… I mean… would I be able to… to help with the hanging? Could I be up onstage when you hang her?”

The attendant smiled as she answered, “I think that can be arranged. We like to encourage our clients to enjoy themselves during an execution.” Then she paused before looking at the both of us.

“There seems to be some question as to where you want to carry out the hanging. I can tell you this. If you would like to hang her onstage, we’re prepared to offer you an additional $5,000 in credit to be used here at the Club anytime you want or to take home whatever’s left over when you leave.”

I looked at my brother in astonishment. $5,000?? That was a windfall neither one of us had anticipated! “Stew, let’s do it! We’ll deal with daddy if we see him; ok?”

He’d been hesitant throughout our discussion with the attendant. But her offer seemed to settle it for him. He finally nodded it was ok. If we were going to get a little extra spending cash, it was worth the risk of running into daddy during the execution.

“Great! Stew, let’s get them loose and headed out to the Entertainment stage. I really want to watch this one hang.” I pointed at the sister named Emma lying naked tied spread-eagled on the bed who whimpered again with fright as she looked helplessly in my direction.

Nicole offered to help us get them ready. I let her assist me in freeing Dorothy from the chair as Stewart got Emma untied from the bed. Dorothy looked pale while Emma was positively ashen.

I asked for suggestions from Nicole as to how we should get them out there. She asked if we wanted to parade them through the casino wearing robes or in the nude. “Oh, definitely naked!” I gasped excitedly. Both of them whimpered at that.

“Bound or free?” the attendant continued.

“Can we tie their arms behind their backs? I think a little bondage would make it look so sexy!” That idea sounded really hot.

Stew just smiled at me as Nicole responded by retrieving a couple lengths of rope to tie their wrists behind their backs. When we were done she asked, “Ball-gags in or out, Miss?”

“In!” I declared. “I just love ‘em in those ball-gags!” They whimpered again as their faces turned red with embarrassment.

“I’ll let Monique know we’re coming,” the attendant said as she went over to the door.

She did something to the panel as Stew and I put robes on. I was so amazed the way Nicole didn’t once react to our nudity. Then Stewart came over and quietly asked, “What about dad?”

“What about him, Stew? He can’t stop the hanging, can he? We get to do to them whatever we want, right? He’ll have to wait until we’re done with them. Besides, maybe everything will be ok.”

“I hope so.”

“Oh, don’t be such a worry-wart!”

Nicole came over to us from the door. She checked our captives to make sure they looked ready before smiling at us. “Monique has been alerted at the Entertainment stage. Now I take it you’d like something of a display when we take them out. Would that be an accurate assessment?”

“We sure would!” I replied. The idea of displaying them throughout the Club bound and naked seemed like just the way to add to their sexy humiliation.

“Then how about if I lead you there? I know just the route to give them the most exposure so everyone will know there’s going to be an execution up onstage.”

“That sounds great!”

Stewart looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head in resignation. He knew better than to resist my wishes. Besides, I usually got my way whenever I set my mind on something.

Nicole led us out of the room and down a hall. I got worried when she led us back toward the foyer. Then we entered the casino from the front part of the building. That’s when I realized we had an even longer walk to the Entertainment stage.

I got real excited as I marched Emma forward while Stew escorted Dorothy. I was already thinking about what they might let me do to Emma up onstage. Strangely all those eyes we saw looking at us as we paraded through the casino only turned me on even more.

There was a red glow up in the ceiling. That seemed to get us a few more looks. Those who were too absorbed in gambling at their machines couldn’t be bothered to give us a single glance.

I started worrying about daddy the closer we got. But I figured he had to let us stay and finish off the sisters… well, at least one of them. We’d become responsible for them now, and I was determined to make sure we snuffed the one whose sensor had popped. I figured we’d decide what to do with the other one later.

A crowd was starting to gather when we showed up. There were people over at the roulette wheel, but the gambling looked like it had stopped as they all watched us approach. One attendant manned the wheel while the other in sexy black domination garb came over to greet us as we approached.

“Good evening, folks. My name’s Monique. Nicole alerted me to the situation. The Club is thankful you chose a public execution.”

“We’re really excited about it; right, Stew?” But when I looked at him I saw I was more excited than he was, especially the way he was looking all around us. Maybe he still had daddy on his mind.

“So how do you folks wish to proceed?”

“Well, Monique; we’d like to hang this one.”

I pulled Emma forward by her arm as she let out a muffled cry of alarm. Monique smiled as she looked her up and down. “I think that’s a lovely choice, Miss. This one will put on a great hanging for our guests.”

“Can I ask a question, Monique?”

“Certainly.”

“Could I… I mean… could I help? Could I come up onstage and, uh… is that allowed?”

“Miss, I’d be honored if you’d like to assist me. Do you mind being nude up onstage? I believe the guests would enjoy seeing you naked while you’re interacting with the condemned.”

“Really? I can go up with you?”

All she had to do was smile and nod at me to get me to drop my robe right then and there. Immediately there were cheers, whistles and catcalls all around me. I blushed at all the attention, but I loved it. Stew shook his head with a smile at how excited and brazen I’d become.

Monique instructed me to follow her with Emma in tow as she headed for the steps to the stage. I felt an erotic jolt at the buzzing of the gathering spectators. A lot of people were going to be watching, and I got the shivers something fierce.

Emma let out a grunt and a whimper of alarm as Monique led us right over to the gallows. She went over to the control panel and lowered the noose until it was within reach. Then I glanced back at the crowd.

Stewart and Dorothy were in front with a great view of the stage. He looked like he was starting to get a little excited. I figured he might since he enjoyed hanging me back home.

Meanwhile Dorothy was becoming more and more horrified at what was about to happen to her sister. She stood there naked and ashamed with her arms tied behind her back and that ball-gag in her mouth. She couldn’t even cry out to her sister Emma, and it made her look sexy as hell, especially the way her nipples really stuck out.

Monique gave me the noose and instructed me to loop it around Emma’s neck. The poor girl trembled as I brought it down around her head. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she’d gone deathly pale.

“That’s the way,” Monique told me with a smile as I adjusted the noose. “Honey, you’re good at this.”

In a quiet voice I told her, “That’s because I’ve hanged for my brother back home.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m hoping to hang for him later tonight. Maybe we’ll come back to the stage and do it publicly in front of everyone.”

“Honey, I’d really enjoy that if you did.”

“Would you be the one to hang me?”

“Honey, it would be my honor and privilege.”

I felt another erotic jolt as my breath caught in my throat. Emma whimpered as Monique went over and used the controls to take most of the slack out. Then she came back over with what looked like a little remote control.

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss…?”

“My name’s Janelle?”

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss Janelle?”

I gasped with delight as I happily accepted the remote from her. She told me to wait a moment. Then she took a couple steps forward to address the crowd that had gathered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Janelle has graciously consented to serve tonight as our special guest executrix.”

She motioned at me during the applause, cheers and sexy whistles and catcalls that came my way. Then she turned back to me. “I’ll just stand over here if you need me. Go right ahead.”

“Thanks! Can I do anything I want?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

“Can I like… touch and caress her?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

Wow! That gave me another erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe. The idea of groping and fondling Emma before I hanged her was an added thrill.

I checked the remote, pointed it right at her and then started to make the noose pull her up. I stopped it right as it took her up onto her toes. I left her there as she let out a muffled gurgle, her eyes wide with fright.

She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t resist. I went over to her and started caressing her all over. Her nipples were hard, and I couldn’t resist rubbing and caressing her sexy boobs.

She shuffled around as she grunted and whimpered. She was so sexy standing there up on her toes. I was incredibly horny touching her and rubbing her all over.

I glanced over at Monique to see if what I was doing was ok. She smiled and nodded… “You’re doing just fine, honey.” I smiled back at her before I started kissing and sucking on Emma’s painfully erect nipples.

She grunted and moaned through her ball-gag. She looked so fucking sexy that I could hardly stand myself. She looked like she was scared and ashamed, pleading with her eyes for me to take her back down and let her go.

I squeezed her ass and groped her tits, enjoying the way she was trembling. That’s when I realized how wet I was. It made me wonder if her pussy was wet as well.

I reached down and fingered her just to see what she would do. I felt her pussy clench around my wriggling fingers. She was really wet, and she whimpered again as she shuffled around.

I was so horny that I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I pointed the remote right at Emma. Then I pushed the button as I gasped, “You’re making me so fucking hot, Emma! I’ve got to hang you right now!”

Her eyes flew open in horror as her feet left the floor. I stopped her when she was about four inches off the ground. That’s when the excitement swelled within me.

At first her feet fluttered for the floor. It was right there just out of reach. Then her legs began to kick as she started scissoring her legs back and forth.

Her struggles intensified as she fought against the noose. I felt the excitement swell inside me as she twisted and gyrated. She was putting on one hell of a show!

She stiffened as her feet fluttered for the floor again. Then once more her legs scissored as she swung back and forth. I could see drool leaking out around that ball-gag in her mouth to spill onto her tits.

I heard her rasp and gurgle as she tried to breathe. The more she kicked, the tighter the noose became. She was wearing a thick one around her throat, making me hopeful her dance would last several minutes.

All of the sudden she threw her chest out. Then she started fucking the air, humping and thrusting. I got the impression she was trying to fuck everyone in the room. Damn; what a thrill!

There was another gurgle for breath as she thrust outward with her crotch. Then I saw a spray of fluid. I let out a cry as I climaxed right then and there, so turned on that she’d orgasmed right there in the noose.

Instinctively I dropped between her legs onto my knees, helping to lift her legs up over my shoulders. I buried my face in her snatch and eagerly started feasting on her dripping fluids. I was totally oblivious to everything around but the sexy hangee strangling to death right in front of me.

She tried to clench with her thighs… tried to use me and my head to lift herself up to ease the strain around her neck. She humped my face as I thrust my tongue deep in her pussy. I could feel her clenching around it, and it drove me wild.

She thrust her chest out and started humping again. I fell over backward until I was lying flat on my back right in front of her. When Emma started fucking the air again I jammed my fingers in my throbbing cunt and fucked myself silly until we both orgasmed at just about the same time.

I heard cheers and excited cries behind me. I was dimly aware we were being watched the entire time. But I only had eyes for Emma’s sexy, dying body.

She settled down again until she gently swung back and forth. By this time I could see her neck was actually starting to stretch. She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t help myself.

Once more I went in between her legs on my knees. I rested them on my shoulders, but she didn’t have the strength to use me to lift herself up. Then I feasted on her dripping pussy again.

I tasted a mixture of cum and urine, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hole with my tongue and was able to detect a faint clenching of her twat. But that was about the only response I got from her, other than a few muscles twitches and spasms.

Her pussy quivered as I licked and probed. That’s when I fell over backward again and masturbated unashamedly while looking up at her. I noticed a few more muscle twitches from her sexy, naked body. Then I saw a trickle of urine running down her leg to dribble onto the floor.

That did it for me as I went off in orgasm again. I was dimly aware of the crowd cheering behind me. But the orgasm was so intense that I got all disoriented.

When I regained my senses and looked up I saw Monique bending over me with a huge smile on her face. “That was so sexy, Miss Janelle.” Then she reached down to give me a hand.

She helped pull me to my feet to wild applause. Emma gently swung back and forth, her naked body slowly twisting in one direction and then the other. That’s when I became aware of the guests clapping behind me.

“Better turn to acknowledge your admirers, honey.”

I turned and saw everyone cheering. Stewart had his hand under his robe as though he’d just been masturbating. Dorothy was pale as a ghost, utterly horrified as she stared in shocked disbelief.

I blushed as they all cheered me. Then Monique motioned in my direction as she proudly declared, “Ladies and gentlemen… Miss Janelle!” I blushed even more as the cheers got louder.

© 2017 (Oct 12 ’17)

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The asphyxia bet 4.5 (10)

(Inspired by the picture below)


My boyfriend knew what an asphyxia slut I was. He often told me one day I was going to strangle myself to death. I just responded with a smile by telling him, “Yeah, but what a way to go!”

We were out of town one weekend at a nice resort when I got into one of my “moods” again. Justin looked at me and shook his head. Then he surprised me.

He told me to fetch my special glass dildo and some rope I’d brought along to help get me off. Then we went out into the courtyard and around the corner to a private little area. It had a nice cushioned wicker couch with some privacy, but was open to where anyone could walk in on us.

He asked me, “If you could entertain me while getting yourself off right now, what would you do?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, baby!” I looked all around to make sure we were still alone. Then I went right to work.

I slung the rope up over a wooden brace above the wicker couch. I stripped down to just my black high heels before looping one end of the rope around my neck. Then I hooked the other end to my right heel.

I smiled coyly at him as I started playing with myself while applying tension to the rope. I used my dildo to rub my clit. Then I pushed it in and out of my pussy.

I could tell I was making him hard, and it gave me a thrill. I fucked myself until I experienced a delicious, breathless orgasm. Then I smiled at him as I got my breath back.

“That’s my asphyxiation slut,” he said with a smile. Then he gave me a mischievous look as he asked, “Care to make things a little more interesting?”

I was intrigued. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll bet you that new car you’ve been wanting. You spend all afternoon out here playing with yourself. If anyone shows up, you have to fuck yourself for them. Then you have to do whatever they want with no questions asked. After a while I’ll come out to get you and we’ll go out to eat, that is if you haven’t strangled yourself first while showing off.”

I looked at him in surprise. I must admit, the idea intrigued me, especially the idea of playing in front of others as they watched. Then I asked, “But… but what if someone decides to, uh… to take me a little too far?”

“That’s the bet. It’s the chance you’ll have to take, Sadie. When I come back out, you’ll either be alive or dead. But I’m betting you’re going to chicken out and come in early before I come out to get you. If you do that, no car. So what do you think? Want to take a chance by putting on a show for anyone who comes along? Or will you get too excited and strangle yourself before I get back?”

The thought of someone coming up and strangling me while fucking me both frightened and exhilarated me. To make matters worse, my boyfriend pulled down on my leg, tightening the rope as he took my glass dildo and fucked me with it. In no time at all I was cumming hard again.

He left me breathless after pulling out the toy. I was soaked and buzzing. I don’t think I was in my right mind when I murmured, “You got yourself a bet, baby.”

“That’s what I thought. See you in a few hours, Sadie… that is, if you’re still breathing.” Then he walked away.

Gawd; what had I gotten myself into?? The smart thing would have been to get dressed, go back to our room and admit I wasn’t that crazy. I could’ve told him he was right and that I took way too many chances. But then I started thinking about it.

First: would anyone even come around the corner to see me out here? It was possible I might get a visitor or two. But what would they do if they saw me like this?

Would they fuck me after watching me masturbate right in front of them? Would they take my toy and use it on me while I was sitting here half strangled? The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became.

I took my toy and started fucking my pussy with it again. At the same time I pulled on the rope with my leg, restricting my breath. It gave me another delicious orgasm. The cushions on the wicker couch were going to be soaked before I was through. But it was certainly going to be an afternoon to remember; that is, if I survived the ordeal.

My first visitors were an older couple in their 60’s. I think they were frequent visitors and had wanted to use the furniture to sit outside for a while. I don’t know who was shocked more when they appeared: them or me. But I remembered my bet… and after all, a bet was a bet.

I took my toy and started fucking myself with it as I tightened the rope around my neck. At first I thought I was going to disgust them. But they ended up staying and watching until after I shuddered in orgasm.

When I was done she grabbed her husband. “C’mon, Willard. Let’s go to the room.”

“What for, Mildred? You just got done taking a nap!” She just dragged him away.

The last words I heard were, “I don’t want to take a nap. C’mon, you old fart. That slut made me horny!”

Hearing them talk like that was such a turn-on that I began to fuck myself again. I worked the dildo nice and slow so as not to rush things. After all, it was going to be a long afternoon and I had to pace myself.

I experienced another climax before pausing to take a break. 20 minutes later I heard voices. This couple in their 30’s rounded the corner. As soon as they saw me they blurted out, “What the hell?? What that old couple said was true!”

I blushed with embarrassment. But a bet is a bet. I started playing with myself with the dildo right in front of them, spreading my pussy lips wide for them to see.

They didn’t take off while I was masturbating. I thought I might drive more folks off. But so far I was 2 for 2 with couples sticking around.

The guy liked what he was seeing as he gushed, “Just look at her, Melissa!”

“Damn, Joe! I thought that old couple was crazy when they said they saw her out here!” I felt the flush of embarrassment as I kept on fucking myself, incredibly turned on at my new set of voyeurs.

The woman came over and pushed down on my leg to help restrict my breathing. I struggled to get a good breath, but a bet was a bet. I just kept fucking myself slowly, trying to make it last before I was overcome with another orgasm.

The woman knelt close and started touching me all over while keeping the strain on the rope. I shuddered with arousal as I kept fucking myself. “Damn, Joe! She just keeps right on masturbating no matter how much I strangle her!”

She took the toy right out of my hand. Then she started pushing it in and out for herself. When she kissed me before licking my dripping snatch, I nearly lost it right then and there.

She pushed down on my leg, strangling me even more as she licked me while fucking me with my own toy. The guy came in and started groping my boobs. I shuddered hard before I went off in orgasm.

She let up on the rope and backed away. She turned toward her man and saw how horny he’d become. So she gave him a warning glance.

“I bet you’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you!” Then she dropped my glass dildo in my lap as she grabbed his arm and forcefully dragged him away. I don’t think she liked the way I’d turned him on.

I took advantage of the lull by catching my breath. I wondered how long it would be before Justin came back. At the rate this was going, I was going to end up a mushy puddle of cum on the cushions before it was all over.

I got a half hour break before this single guy came around the corner. He stopped and stared… “What the hell?” But I had to do what I had to do.

I looked right at him as I started playing with myself. I added some tension to the rope around my neck as I rubbed my toy over my clit. Then I split my labia to show him my pussy before pushing the dildo inside.

I fucked myself with it as I gave him a smoldering look. He came over and put his hands on my leg to add to the tension on the rope. I just kept masturbating with that toy.

He slowly took it from me and masturbated me with it. I gasped as I moaned, “Yes… yes… fuck yes.” He looked right at me as he applied some more pressure to my leg, which only made things worse… “Yes… fuck yes… strangle me!”

I shuddered hard as he fucked an orgasm right out of me with my toy. I could tell he had a huge bulge. I was almost glad to see him unzip his fly and pull out his dick. I needed a fuck!

He smiled as he pushed it right into my soaking wet cunt. Then he started fucking me as he applied tension to the rope. It set me off like you wouldn’t believe… “Yes… fuck yes… OH FUCK… STRANGLE ME… OH FUCK!”

He almost cut my breath off as he came inside me. Then he blushed as he pulled out and quickly zipped up. He bid me a hasty “Thank you” before rushing off. But the intense orgasm had been well worth it.

I got a well-earned break for another 40 minutes or so before these two guys showed up. I think they’d been told about my presence out here because they seemed to be looking for me. They looked like they worked for a construction company.

I smiled at them as I wasted no time playing with myself again. I thrust my dildo in and out of my pussy, working myself up into a lather. I got really turned on when they both unzipped and pulled their dicks out.

One came over to fuck me while the other got close enough for me to reach over and give him a blowjob. They teased me by pushing down on my leg, partially strangling me. It was so hot that I came all over that first guy’s cock as he unloaded his spunk inside me.

They switched places, and I got fucked again while sucking on a different cock. Once more they partially strangled me. It was so hot that I came all over again, orgasming around that hot cock up my twat until I got another helping of baby batter.

They zipped up and left, giving me another break in the action. The cushion I was sitting on was soaked clear through. I took the opportunity to catch my breath, hoping there wouldn’t be too many more. Otherwise I was liable to cum myself to death.

I was amazed when that old couple returned. I didn’t know if Justin was watching or not. But a bet was a bet, and I wearily went back to masturbating right in front of them.

“Damn, Willard! She’s doing it again!”

“She sure is, Mildred!”

“She’s turning me on again, Willard. In fact, I think it would be so hot watching you fuck her.”

“You think so? Do you really want me to fuck her?”

“Gawd yes, Willard! Fuck that slut! I think she wants it! You fuck her and I’ll strangle her!”

My breath caught in my throat as he unzipped and pulled his cock out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let him fuck me! He had an average sized cock that went right in as she pushed down on my leg, tightening the rope around my throat.

He thrust like a patient man, and I got a long, glorious fuck. She kept strangling me with my rope until I couldn’t stand it any longer… “Fuck me – fuck me – STRANGLE ME!” Then I came all over his cock as he gasped in release.

The woman looked at me and smiled. “Damn, honey. That’s twice you’ve turned me on! I think my husband here is going to get lucky again!” Then she grabbed my toy and started fucking my wet pussy with it while tightening the rope around my neck.

I rasped and gurgled; fuck, what a rush! I couldn’t believe how hot it made me to turn those old coots on! I saw him get hard again as she fucked me with my toy until I soaked the furniture again with my fluids. They thanked me before leaving all happy as clams.

I didn’t get five minutes before Joe was back without Melissa. Once more I started fucking myself with my toy. I was getting exhausted, wishing Justin would hurry up and get out here so I could win my car.

He wasted no time unzipping. Then he plunged his cock right into me, pushing down on my leg and strangling me as he fucked me. Gawd; I was going to cum all over again!

He scared me a little when he strangled me extra hard. He groped my boobs as he really fucked me. My eyes rolled as I shuddered hard in orgasm. Then I think I passed out.

When I came back around he was pulling out of my cum-filled pussy as I got a fresh breath of air. He looked like he was worried he might have killed me. I was woozy from that last orgasm, and I moaned softly before he rushed off.

I was getting exhausted. Where the hell was Justin? I was in la-la land from my many orgasms. Perhaps this time I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

I groaned inwardly when Joe’s wife Melissa came out 10 minutes later. She looked none too happy. But I wanted that car, and I dutifully started masturbating with my glass dildo again.

“Fuck my husband, did you? Did he come out and stick his dick in you?” She sounded a little angry.

I decided to say nothing. I just kept fucking myself with the toy. But this time I don’t think it worked.

“Fucking whore!” she snarled. Then she grabbed my toy and really started fucking me hard with it. At the same time she put a lot of tension on the rope around my neck.

I really started to rasp and gurgle as she fucked me. My stupid pussy responded as it always did. But this time I became more than a little alarmed at how hard she was strangling me.

I tried to play along. But it was like she was raping me with my toy while she was trying to strangle me to death! She pushed down on my leg and tightened the rope until I could barely get a whisper of air down my windpipe!

I went off like a rocket, my eyes rolling. She kept snarling, “Fucking whore! You fucked him, didn’t you! You fucking loved it, didn’t you!”

I got to the point where I couldn’t breathe at all. But she refused to let up. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I went from one orgasm right into the next… and then the next.

“Whore! Fucking whore! You want to be strangled? Then you’re going to be strangled, bitch!”

I couldn’t stop cumming; I just couldn’t stop cumming! I tried to make my arms reach out to stop her, but they had no strength. My eyes rolled as my tongue slithered out in surrender.

My orgasms suddenly faded. It was as though all my senses had shut down. Then strangely I was looking at Melissa from behind her, watching in astonishment as she kept fucking a woman sitting on the wicker furniture while strangling her just as hard as she could. That’s when I realized that woman was me.

My body was spasming, but I couldn’t feel a thing. My nipples were so hard, my pussy clenching like crazy. But it was as though it was happening to somebody else.

My body on the wicker couch settled down until there were only a few stray muscle twitches. She kept fucking me while strangling me with my own rope set-up. She finally exhausted herself, and she paused to catch her breath, panting like crazy while leaving my toy in my cunt.

“Take that, you fucking whore! You’ll never fuck my Joe again, that’s for sure! You can stay out here and get fucked by everyone who loves necro sex for all I care!”

She walked off in a huff, leaving me there with my eyes glazed over and my tongue sticking out. There was a definite red mark around my neck. My nipples were hard, one of them dripping from the drool that had spilled off my lips.

My corpse sat like that until that one guy came back. I think he wanted seconds. He looked all around to make sure the coast was clear before unzipping his fly, pulling my toy out and then sticking his dick inside my corpse.

I watched him push down on my leg to strangle me as he fucked my body on the furniture. But I didn’t respond. Didn’t he know I was dead?? Maybe my body was warm enough that he wasn’t paying any attention.

He finally took a closer look at me. He blurted out a shocked, “Oh FUCK!” Then he hastily pulled out, zipped up, stuck my toy back into my cunt, and then left. I guess it finally dawned on him he was fucking a corpse.

It was another half hour before Justin came out. He saw my body on the furniture and walked up to it. Then he checked for a pulse.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh, telling my dead body, “I knew this was going to happen one day, Sadie. At least you went out with a bang.” Then he unzipped his fly and started fucking my corpse.

I couldn’t help smiling at what I was seeing. At least he was enjoying my dead body. Besides, I knew my pussy was still wet as hell from all those fucks and all that cum.

He finally emptied himself inside me. Then he pulled out and zipped up. “Guess I’ll have to get around to calling the cops in a few minutes. I’ll have to tell them what happened. I don’t know if you did it to yourself or if someone else did it to you. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.” Then he slowly walked away, shaking his head.

All of the sudden my vision started to get fuzzy. It was like the scene was zooming out. My body was getting farther and farther away. Then it was gone, and I was in some sort of a starfield moving really fast toward some unknown destination, never to experience a strangulation orgasm again…

© 2017 (written for Sadie Oct 17 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture maniped by Sadie and used for illustration purposes only.)

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November 17, 2017 Update 0 (0)

It was six months ago today that Mary passed away. I sat at her bedside and held her hand while they disconnected her breathing tube to see if she could breathe on her own. It didn’t take long, and I soon learned the tube she’d been using for several years was more important for lung function that I’d previously assumed.

She was back in ICU because her heart kept stopping on her. On the previous Saturday of that week after I left to go to lunch, a friend told me he stood outside the door listening while they kept shocking her heart to get it going again. I guess she finally got tired of the discomfort of them doing that to her.

When I went back to see her Sunday morning I learned she’d made the decision in the early morning hours for them not to shock her heart again should it quit on her. They were making her comfortable and were no longer feeding her. I was glad the decision was made to see if she could breathe on her own as I didn’t want her to slowly starve until her heart finally stopped again.

For all the years I’d known her she’d expressed a fear of death. Now she didn’t want the pain anymore. I guess at some point we all reach our limits.

Her passing ended my weekly visits to see her, and I got on with my life. I guess I had emotionally severed my connection with her some years before. But Saturdays became a little quieter than usual… perhaps a little bit emptier.

Upon reflection, it occurs to me why I may have handled these last six months in reasonably good order. After all, I’m a sensitive soul and I’m watching my blood pressure. So something like this can affect a person in unseen medical ways. But in my case I seem to be doing all right. For you see, a Saturday tradition has still continued.

I’ve been working on a major writing project for a friend overseas. His gratitude is such that he’s been sending me money to eat out in restaurants I wouldn’t normally visit in my quest to be wise with my spending habits. He would tell me to go eat at a nice place on him after my visit with Mary. And those meals have continued. If anything, those meals have become a regular thing, much to my embarrassment at his generosity.

As I sit here and think about it, it may very well be that Saturdays have not significantly changed all that much other than my loss of a visit with Mary. I still go out to enjoy a nice meal, and I get to chat with friendly waitresses who have gotten to know me through my frequent visits. So in essence I believe he has unknowingly helped me through this time by keeping up something of a tradition so my life didn’t drastically change on the weekends.

Sometimes it helps to pause and reflect. And right now I find myself reflecting on this tradition that may have had more of an impact on helping with my grieving that I thought. Sometimes you just never know what will get you through a trying time.

I suppose if I thought about it further I would have to say that all of you have also helped me through this period. I have had to focus on what I will post next, what variety should I include, and what stories to prepare. It is hard to feel bad about a life event when you are running stories through your head trying to decide what tale to post that your readers might enjoy reading next.

So I want to thank you as well for helping me through these last six months. I strongly suspect it has not been as difficult as it might have been had I not had this outlet to pour my creativity into. So thank you so much for stopping by and for being there. Take care, and I do hope the holidays are special to all of you this year…

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Hell to Pay 4 (5)

(By guest author CS Fisher)

Melissa closed the door from her carport, and turning inside, stood still for a moment. Too much, she thought. She simply had too much going on.

After a moment, she had gathered her will together and slipped off the jacket of her suit. Draping it over the end of her sofa, she went to look out the window, shoulders tense, a vague ache in her forehead over her eyes, and tension making her hug herself.

The view outside was beautiful, but that didn’t matter. Her attention was inward, not on the sun setting behind the hills to the west, beyond her little swimming pool. The job as director of corporate compliance had been enticing; it was a nine to five position, while friends who had graduated with her were putting in twelve hour days at their law firms. Reviewing policies and procedures, checking what was written with actual practice…it had seemed simple. How much stress could it entail to read dull files, attend daily meetings, and report on the changes that should be made in the policies? How often would a manufacturer of office products deal with the threat of lawsuits?

As it turned out, pretty often. She had reckoned without the internal personnel issues that left bright, competitive managers enraged at capricious firings, indiscreet words from division chiefs drawing civil rights investigations, or mercenary bean counters who would only fund a high school dropout as her administrative assistant. A tearful session with Mike Schiffer, who knew he was about to be fired, had made her stomach churn. Then a confrontation with serial provocateur Ed Lawson, who thought he could bully his way through any situation, had left her trembling with what she recognized was fear after the fact. It had been almost as bad as the confrontation with Jeff Summerall the previous week. They couldn’t prove he was cheating clients. This deprived Melissa of any power in the face of his taunts and veiled threats. He had left, but intimated that he would exact revenge in some unspecified fashion.

Extending one hand out in front of her, Melissa watched it tremble. “God,” she breathed. Abruptly, she moved to the refrigerator where a black cardboard box labelled Pinot Noir dispensed a glass of deep burgundy wine into her coffee mug.

Five minutes later, the cup was empty; and ten minutes later, the refill was also drained. Melissa stared guiltily at the few drops remaining in the bottom. The alcohol was starting to have its effect, though, and by the time the third mug was done, so to was the shaking in her hands and the sense of panic Melissa realized that she had been feeling. The sensation had been like she couldn’t quite get her breath. Taking a book off the shelf next to the sliding glass door to the patio, she kicked off her shoes and seated herself on the sofa to try and read. Five minutes later the sound of her soft snoring could be heard. And was heard by Jeff Summerall, who had been watching and listening in on a nanny-cam he had hidden in Melissa’s home three days previously.

Soon thereafter, he silently let himself in the same way he had entered previously; a master key from a collection he had purchased from a retiring Spanish cat burglar. Inside, he stood and watched Melissa for several minutes. Her snoring deepened, and he smiled as he set his canvas duffel bag down. It was already unzipped, in anticipation of opening it noiselessly.

Carefully withdrawing a set of handcuffs wrapped in paper towels to minimize clinking, he set them on the back of the sofa near where Melissa’s head was slumping on her breast. A clean handkerchief followed, as did a big piece of pre-cut microfoam tape. Lifting the cuffs carefully, Jeff mentally rehearsed the exact moves he would make, and how he would neutralize the reactions his attack would provoke. Standing still over Melissa, he ran through in his head the actions one last time. And he pounced.

When Melissa’s eyes and mouth flew open, Jeff was already straddling her and waiting with the handkerchief folded tightly. When it went into her mouth and she grabbed for it, he was ready; seizing her wrist, he flipped her onto her face with a wristlock any aikido player would have recognized. The cuffs ratcheted shut on her wrists behind her back, the handkerchief was deftly repositioned, and the tape quickly locked it in place while Melissa bucked between his legs.

That done, Jeff paused, resting, his weight holding Melissa down. Thus far, everything had gone according to plan. Pushing himself up, Jeff wiped the sweat off his brow, and realized he had left the duffel out of reach. Oh well, perfection wasn’t possible, he reflected. Grabbing Melissa by an ankle, he dragged her to where the rest of his equipment lay.

Once there, he wrestled with her for a minute to get her onto her face. Then remounting her, he fished into his bag for the cotton sash cord stowed there.

Getting her ankles secured was harder, and he took a bony heel in the face in the process. She had kicked off her pumps before he ever arrived, but he knew he would still have a bruise the next day. Suppressing the urge to pound her face with the side of his fist, he continued working with the cord. At last, soaked with sweat but satisfied, he stood over Melissa while she looked up at him, silent, eyes wide.

”Bitch. I told you there would be hell to pay.” His voice was calm, but the struggle had dried his mouth out, and he had to stop and restate it. She just stared at him.

Leaning over his duffel, he pulled out a hunting knife in its sheath. Unsnapping it and dropping the leather shroud back in his supply bag, he held the knife up to where she could see it. Now Melissa stiffened and whimpered a little.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not going to cut you. If you cooperate.” He bent down to start cutting away her clothes.

A wail escaped from somewhere inside her, loud despite the gag. “I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jeff grabbed her throat with his left hand, and held the knife in front of her face, too close for Melissa to focus her eyes. She fell silent, though.

A few minutes later Melissa’s clothing formed a pile of rags on the floor. Melissa lay on her side, blinking away tears and catching shuddering breaths. Jeff smiled. “Hell to pay,” he said, as much to himself as Melissa.

Moving to the sliding glass doors, Jeff slid them wide open to the darkening desert vista outside. The desert air had started to cool, but the concrete radiated dry heat. The odor of chlorine from the pool wafted in. Jeff looked outside, and then moving back in, searched out the light switch panel he knew would be somewhere close at hand. A few experimental flips of a switch, and he found the underwater pool lights, leaving the patio floods off.

Moving to Melissa, he asked, “Are you going to help, or will I have to drag you?” She didn’t understand at first, but soon found herself hopping while Jeff stabilized her and steered her outside. Still half-panicked, Melissa looked around, wondering what was going on. Jeff extended a leg and casually shoved Melissa over it, sending her thudding painfully down onto the concrete. He went back inside while Melissa lay on the warm patio, weeping.

When Jeff returned, he was holding a disk Melissa couldn’t make out in the light cast by the pool lights. The house was on an unlit street with no neighbors in half a mile. All Melissa could tell was that the object was plate-sized. He set it down next to her on the concrete, where it settled with a clank. Jeff knelt by her feet, and Melissa watched as he began securing the object to the cords encircling her ankles. Finished, he looked into her face, his grin was just visible. “Ready for a swim?”

Melissa’s eyes darted to the disk. Recognizing the metal barbell plate now, she started to scream. Jeff lifted the plate with one hand, and grabbing the cordage between her ankles, dragged her to the edge of the deep end of the pool. Dropping the plate in the water first, he said only, “Good bye.” A shove, and Melissa followed the plate to the bottom.

Melissa got only part of a breath before the warm pool water slapped her in the face, and then began pressing in on her eardrums. Melissa landed on the pool bottom on her already-bruised ass, but just made a fleeting contact before her buoyancy started to make her drift upwards. She thrashed, trying to get her hands free, but the cuffs were inescapable, and tight wraps of cordage around her upper arms made it impossible to reach the ropes holding her ankles.
Keeping her eyes open against the sting of the chlorinated water, Melissa looked around desperately for any means of escape. Looking upwards, she could just make out the form of Jeff, standing at poolside, looking down at her.

Terror made her redouble her efforts to tear loose from her restraints, and she began to grow numb as her efforts quickly depleted her oxygen. The urge to breathe in grew stronger, as did the loud pounding of her pulse in her ears. Exhausted and focused on fighting not to inhale, Melissa went still. With the easing of her struggles, the water surface settled a bit, and she could make out Jeff’s smug expression, demonic, lit from beneath by the pool lights in an accurate parody of theatrical ghoul lighting. One more whimper escaped her, and like a slow leak in a car tire, a thin stream of bubbles began to trail upwards from between her lips. The trickle became a flood that roiled the water surface. It cleared just in time for Jeff to watch Melissa open her mouth and gasp a lungful of treated pool water.

Her face changed somehow, the transition from terror to painful agony, guessed. Melissa began thrashing again. It subsided in perhaps ten seconds, and buoyancy gone, Melissa settled down to rest, face up, on the bottom. Her eyes were still open, but her expression had eased. Jeff watched for long minutes to see if he could spot the point at which Melissa’s heart stopped, but disappointingly, nothing seemed to change.

With a bit of a rueful chuckle, he started to turn away, and then stopped to look back one last time. Maybe…

…but no, he could detect no difference in the onetime lawyer’s face. Jeff chuckled, and headed inside to clean up. Just before going, he paused to flip off the pool lights, and wondered if Melissa would have been able to see the stars from where she lay. Probably, he decided, before he left to hike to his car and head home.

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