Pool visit 1-2 3.9 (36)

Posted on June 30, 2024 by writertest

Part 1

I needed some time away. So I packed up my swim gear and took off.

I drove an hour and a half to my favorite swimming hole. It was an indoor swimming pool fed by a hot springs. The water was crystal clear. Thankfully, there weren’t many kids about to make me feel self-conscious.

The area around the large floating log was empty. It meant I would be left all alone to swim underwater and work on my breath-holding.

It had been months since I’d been in a pool. I suspected I’d gotten rather poor at holding my breath. I was looking forward to getting in and messing around while swimming and bubbling.

I changed in the locker room. I made sure to take along my face mask out of my bag of goodies. I was willing to risk getting water up my nose to make it more of a challenge, rather than using a full dive mask. At least my eyes would remain clear.

I walked along the side of the pool past the diving boards. Once I reached the far end, I waded down the concrete steps into lukewarm water. It felt perfect for bubbling and breath-holding.

I started by trying to swim from one side of the pool to the other, doing it all underwater on one breath. But I quickly discovered how long it had been since my last swim. I was out of practice, and it showed.

I tried a couple more laps underwater. Then I decided I wasn’t that anxious to be in the water just for the exercise. I wanted to enjoy myself.

I swam into the deep end where I tried a few dives downward, swimming head first. The first thing I noticed was the abrupt sting of my sinuses, followed by an uncomfortable pressure in my head. So I changed tactics.

I sculled myself down feet first, trying to reach the narrow slit that was cut into the bulging pipe below. The suction was enough to hold my feet in place once I made contact. Then I tried to stand still and hold my breath.

Right away I noticed I still wasn’t very good at it. I soon felt that need in my lungs again. So I surfaced and headed back over to the log.

I swam over and then took a deep breath before pushing myself underneath. I pressed up against the underside with my hands while remaining vertical, my butt dragging along the bottom. Then I slowly worked myself along from one end of the trunk to the other.

When I felt it start to burn in my chest, I hurried myself along. I pushed my way faster along the underside of the log. I finally reached the end, where I burst up gasping for breath.

After a couple of trips back and forth, I decided to start keeping track of my times. I was thankful I’d bought a water resistant watch a few days ago. At least I’d remembered to bring it with me. Now I would be able to tell if I was making any real progress.

I started to relax as I moved underneath the log. I deliberately took my time working my way from one end to the other. My butt brushed up against the bottom of the pool as I moved myself back and forth with my hands.

I released a few bubbles here and there, just to hear the sound of them leaving my mouth. Besides, I liked to watch them bubble up against the smooth underside of the floating trunk above me.

Country music was playing out over the loudspeakers. But I didn’t mind. Besides, once I got underneath that large tree trunk, I generally couldn’t hear anything other than my bubbles and the hum of the pumps.

It all soon came back to me. It wasn’t long until I was easily staying underwater for almost a minute at a time.

Every time I surfaced, I glanced around to see if I had any company. But the mothers with their young children were staying well over on the opposite side of the deep end of the large pool.

There were no singles anywhere in the water, at least not from what I could see. It looked as though I would be on my own for the duration of my time in the water. At least I wouldn’t be a bother to anyone.

I set my watch, took a deep breath, and then went back under the log again. I was determined to break 1:00, and to go even longer. So I slowly inched myself along underneath the log, my ass dragging along the bottom of the pool as I tried to stretch my time underwater.

To distract myself, I studied the underside of the smooth surface of the tree trunk as I moved myself along. I focused on the many notches and indentations where little bubbles of air could collect. I think it helped because I began stretching my times well past a minute.

I decided I wanted to go even longer. So I took a deep breath and went back down. I moved slowly underneath the log, increasing my time until I could feel the strain in my chest again.

I glanced at my watch and saw the time. I decided I could reach a longer time if I just pushed myself a little harder. So I released a few more bubbles until I reached 1:20.

I burst up panting heavily for breath, quite pleased with myself. That’s when I saw her. She was standing there in a black one-piece swimsuit, looking quizzically at me as the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corners of her mouth.

My face instantly flushed beet red with embarrassment. I was so focused on beating my time that I’d been caught totally by surprise; I hadn’t seen her coming at all.

Without even thinking I blurted out the very first thing that came to mind… “When did YOU get here??”

“I was swimming over in the deep end when I saw you under the log. I got curious to see what you were doing, so I came right over. I hope you don’t mind.” Her smile helped put me a little more at ease.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” I replied a little anxiously. “You just caught me off-guard is all. I didn’t see you come over, and you startled me.”

Her face clouded as though she’d done something wrong. I didn’t want to put her off. So I quickly added, “But it’s ok. I just didn’t know I had an audience. You can stay and watch if you want.”

“What were you doing under there?” she wanted to know. The smile was back on her face, helping put me even more at ease.

“I was just doing a little breath-holding while working my way under the log. I hope I didn’t embarrass myself or anything.” I winced inwardly, hoping I didn’t sound like a nerd or anything.

“Oh, not at all,” she reassured me. “So how did you do?”

“That last one I clocked at 1:22.” Then I proudly showed her the watch on my wrist.

“That’s awesome!” she admitted with a grin. “So your watch is waterproof?”

“Yes it is. Sometimes I like to time myself underwater, just for fun.”

“I’d never thought of that,” she responded thoughtfully. “…I mean, wearing a watch that’s waterproof and all. I’ve been swimming here once before. But it never occurred to me to actually try pushing myself down under this log. As you can see…” and she motioned at her body. “It’s not very easy for me to stay underwater. I usually just swim around.”

She looked to be in her late 20’s, or maybe her early 30’s. She wasn’t fat, at least not in my estimation. She was a little thicker, and I could see how she would probably be more buoyant in the water. But I had to keep from looking too long at her chest, especially at her cleavage and the way her large breasts accented her swimsuit.

“That’s a good idea,” she went on with that contagious smile. “…pushing yourself down with your hands like that. I’ll have to try that sometime.”

She paused as though she’d interrupted me long enough. “I suppose I should go and let you get back to it. After all, I can try using the log after you’re done with it.”

I liked talking to her. I didn’t want her to think she had to go just to wait for me to finish. Besides, the thought of getting to watch her underwater was rather exciting.

“You don’t have to go on my account,” I told her, chivalrously deciding to give up the log for the time being. “You can try it right now if you want. I don’t have to hog the log the whole time.”

“Oh, that’s ok,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Besides, I don’t have a watch to time myself while holding my breath.”

“You do now,” I offered, reaching to remove it from my wrist. “You can use mine… unless you’d like me to time you.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to impose.”

“You’re not imposing. I like being able to help someone out, you know… by helping out another breath-holder.”

“Awesome!” she said with that infectious smile of hers. “Maybe I’ll try going underneath the log like you did.”

“Would you like my face mask?” I offered, trying to be chivalrous again.

For a second I thought she was going to take me up on it. “Oh, that’s ok,” she told me pleasantly with a dismissive wave. “I’m going to try this without one. Besides, I kinda like going underwater without a dive mask. It feels better not having anything on my face, you know.”

She paused for a moment. Then she gave me that smile again. “If it doesn’t work out and your offer still holds, then I might try it later. How’s that sound?”

“Works for me,” I told her, smiling back at her. Then I held up my wrist. “Want my watch?”

“It might be better if you time me yourself,” she said carefully. “That way I can concentrate on holding my breath.”

She sounded hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure I would be willing to do that for her. I quickly tried to put her at ease. “Be happy to!” I said with a smile as I set the timer. “Anytime you’re ready… take all the time you need.”

She grinned at me as she moved into position. Then she took a couple of deep breaths before she submerged. I quickly activated the timer.

She went under and grabbed the log. But she ended up clinging to it, her arms and legs wrapped around it from underneath. It was fun to watch, but she rushed along and was out the other side of the floating trunk in no time at all.

“I think I kinda scurried under the log that time,” she confessed when she came up panting for breath. “And I think I got it all wrong.”

“That was 20 seconds,” I told her. “Not bad at all for a first time.”

“It was a little tricky being down there,” she admitted. “My body wants to float up, as you can see. So I just sort of crawled along the log. I hope that was all right.”

“You did fine,” I replied warmly. “It’s a challenge sometimes just trying to stay down, much less follow along underneath that silly log.”

“Now why don’t you take a turn?” she suggested. “Show me how to do it right; ok?”

“Want to time me?” I asked. “It’s easy!”

She said that might be fun. So I handed her the watch. I showed her the start/stop button. Then I took a deep breath and submerged.

Having her standing there watching me made my heart beat faster. So I had to calm down and focus on slowly working my way along the underside of the log. I tried to take my time, but I think I went a little fast in my excitement.

“45 seconds,” she told me when I came up panting. I liked the way her eyes were twinkling.

She kind of challenged me somewhat playfully. “That wasn’t no minute twenty though. But I saw how you pushed up with your hands to brace yourself underneath. I wonder if I can do that. Should I give it another try?”

“Of course!” I told her enthusiastically.

“Time me again?” and she handed my watch back to me.

“Certainly!”

I set the timer as she took a couple of deep breaths. Then she went under. This time, she pushed herself down underneath the log.

She was able to force herself down into a kneeling position. Then she pushed up against the bottom of the log. She managed, although I could tell she had to work at it.

She tried carefully moving herself underneath the tree trunk with her hands. But I could see it was something of a challenge for her. She lasted longer than her last time before she came up panting after moving along about two thirds of the way.

“38 seconds,” I told her. “You were under longer. But you didn’t quite make it all the way across.”

“Now you do it,” she instructed, reaching for my watch. “I want to watch how you do it.”

I smiled and then handed her the watch. Deep down, I began to wonder when it was all going to come to an end. But I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.

I told myself there was no need to wonder when she might leave. I was enjoying her presence. It was better just to appreciate the moment while it lasted.

I took a breath and went under. But this time, I slowly pushed myself backward underneath the log. I guess I was showing off a little.

I saw her underwater holding her breath. She was watching me as I pushed up against the log with my hands while moving along slowly, backing up under the log while dragging my feet along the pool floor. I released a few bubbles while making a point of studying certain sections of the underside of the log.

After a while, I felt it in my lungs again. But I deliberately pushed myself until my chest was heaving. I finally climbed out from underneath after having reached the end of the log.

“1:25!” she announced with admiration. “That was awesome!”

“Well you can do it too,” I told her encouragingly. “I can tell you look comfortable underwater.”

“I’ve always liked the water,” she told me. “I just can’t get down very easy. I’m naturally buoyant.”

“Maybe you’re a little buoyant,” I admitted carefully. “But I don’t think you’re THAT buoyant.”

She smiled at my attempt at a compliment. “Aww; you’re sweet!” Then she handed me the watch.

“Now it’s my turn again. I think I can hold my breath a long time if I can just get the hang of it.”

She took a deep breath. Then she pushed herself under the front of the log in a flurry of bubbles, virtually sitting on her ass.

She began working herself backwards, hand over hand just as I had done. She was able to control her body much better. I could see the determination in her features.

At one point, she actually slowed down as though she thought she was going too fast. When she reached the end of the log, she floated up to the surface in a flurry of bubbles. “I could have gone longer,” she muttered in disappointment after she’d come up and was panting quietly. “I reached the end of the log and I guess I sorta lost my grip.”

“Well, you still managed a good 47 seconds,” I told her. “You’re getting better.”

“It must be moving along the log that’s throwing me off,” she said thoughtfully.

“Then why bother moving at all?” I suggested. “Why not go underwater, brace yourself under the log and just hold your breath? In fact, I’ll go under with you and time us if you want. That way you won’t have to worry about trying to move anywhere.”

“That’s an awesome idea!” she responded with that big, contagious smile of hers. “Let’s do it!”

“Shall we go under on opposite ends of the log?” I suggested.

“Works for me,” she replied.

2012; 2022 (written for jqpublic Aug 6 ’12; ed. Oct 23 ‘22 by riwa)

Part 2

I reset the timer and then counted us down… “Three… two… one!” When we both inhaled, I activated the watch as we submerged.

I situated myself under my end of the log. Then I watched her get into position. She seemed to be more comfortable bracing up against the log without moving anywhere.

We were both pretty much in a sitting position. I smiled at her and nodded, releasing a couple of bubbles. She nodded and bubbled as well.

I sat there watching her as she sat there watching me. I smiled at her and then deliberately lowered my head as though concentrating. When I snuck a quick look at her, I noticed she had her head down as though she was focusing on the task at hand. So I took that opportunity to look her over real good.

It was a modest swimsuit. But I liked it, especially the way it accented her tan skin. The neck of her suit came down enough to grant me the view of a nice bit of cleavage. I thought I could actually detect her nipples protruding a little.

She had nice curves, and was rather attractive for her size. Her weight seemed to be distributed proportionally, and she had a kind, Hispanic-looking face. I felt lucky she was breath-holding with me.

As I checked the watch, she opened her eyes and looked curiously at me. I tried to motion at her… “Keep going – keep going; we’re almost there!” As she nodded her head, I thought I could see her chest heave a little.

I released a few bubbles as we passed the 1:00 mark. She did the same. But I could tell she was starting to push it.

I released a couple more bubbles. Then I motioned at her… “Keep going; you’re doing great!”

I saw the strain in her expression before she finally released an explosion of bubbles. Then she climbed up around her end of the log. I chivalrously followed her up.

“That was great!” I gushed proudly. “I wanted you to keep going the first time because you were almost at a minute!”

“I didn’t make a minute?” she asked, the disappointment evident in her voice.

“Actually, you almost reached 1:10,” I told her with pride. “You made a minute easy!” That’s when her eyes lit up.

“1:10?? Awesome!”

She suddenly looked at me as though she might be intruding on my time or something. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“Not at all,” I told her enthusiastically. “I’m really enjoying this.”

Then it was my turn to wonder. Was she asking because she needed to go? Was she only being polite?

“If you have to be somewhere, then don’t let me keep you. Sometimes when I’m having fun like this, I lose all track of time.” I tried not to sound disappointed that she might have to go.

“You’re having fun with me?” she asked, almost sounding incredulous. “Awesome! No, I don’t have to go just yet. Besides, the kids are with my mom. They’ll be fine.”

As soon as she mentioned she had kids, I sagged like a balloon deflating. If she was married or had a boyfriend, I certainly didn’t want to interfere or act too aggressive or anything. But I was a little curious why she’d come alone.

“You didn’t bring them along with you?” I queried, trying to make it sound like nothing more than a casual question.

“Oh, they don’t like the water all that much,” she told me, sounding a little disappointed in them. “Oh, they’re great kids and all. They just don’t like the pool as much as I do. So I leave them with mom. She has this big swing set, with a nice sandbox out in her back yard. They’d play out there all day long if I let them.”

“Well, at least you’re having a good time in the pool,” I said with a smile.

I didn’t push it anymore. I was determined to make the best of it and just enjoy the moment. Besides, breath-holding with a married woman or a woman with kids was still much better than breath-holding alone.

“Want to go again?” I asked carefully.

“Damn right, I do!” she told me, that infectious smile returning. “If you’ve got the time and you’re having fun, then I’m game if you are. Most guys come in here just to swim laps. You’re different.”

“I guess I’m not much of a ‘lap-guy’,” I said with a chuckle as I reset my watch.

I counted us down. We both took a deep breath and then slipped under the surface. That’s when we pushed ourselves under the log, getting into our positions.

I noticed she wasn’t situated at the very end of the log like last time. But truthfully, neither was I. That meant we were a little closer to each other. So I decided to enjoy myself, figuring this would probably be a one-shot swim with a very nice female.

We both settled in for a long one. I could tell right away she’d gotten really serious about it. I gave her a small smile, but she returned it with a look of determination in her eyes. I decided I’d better get down to business or she might actually beat me.

She got more comfortable under the log, pushing up against it while almost sitting on her ass. I couldn’t help staring at her cleavage, admiring her chest. Then I felt my cock start to stir a little. So I figured I’d better close my eyes before I embarrassed myself.

The seconds went by as I concentrated on holding my breath. When I opened my eyes I saw her looking at me. She made a motion at her wrist… “What’s our time?”

I checked the watch, and then signaled back to her… “45 seconds.” She smiled with a nod. Then she closed her eyes again.

We both shot right on by a minute like it wasn’t even there. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me questioningly. I lifted fingers to indicate “1:10”. She smiled and nodded.

Her chest soon began heaving, almost as much as mine was. I could see the strain in her face. That’s when I indicated “1:20” with my fingers.

She nodded, losing a few bubbles. She was really pushing it. I knew I had my work cut out for me.

As we approached 1:30, I felt my lungs heave in my chest. I heard her grunt as her chest heaved as well. Little bursts of air spewed out of her pursed lips.

It occurred to me the chivalrous thing to do would be to go up first. So I focused on my watch and picked my moment. At 1:30 I shot upward, bursting up and gasping loudly for breath.

She was a split-second behind me. “I BEAT you!” she gasped triumphantly. “What was our time?”

“I went up at 1:30,” I told her with a smile, gracefully accepting that she’d won.

“1:30?? AWESOME!” She beamed from ear to ear, and it gave me a good feeling seeing her so happy.

We swam over to the edge of the pool to catch our breath, taking a break from breath-holding. “That was so AWESOME!” she kept repeating. “My lungs were on fire and I was really getting dizzy.”

“Me too,” I admitted.

“You like breath-holding?” she asked with a smile

“Especially when there’s someone I’m doing it with,” I told her, trying not to sound like a love-struck puppy. She just smiled back at me.

I don’t know what made me think of it. But I suddenly thought about that pipe down in the deep end of the pool.

“You ever been to the bottom down there?” I asked, pointing downward. That’s when I got this mental image of her standing down there holding her breath with the suction holding her feet to the pipe.

“No,” she admitted, sadly shaking her head. “I’m too buoyant. I can’t get down there.”

“Well, it’s really cool,” I told her. “There’s a pipe with a slit down there that helps circulate the water. When you stand on it with your feet, the suction holds you right down. You can stand down there and look all around and hold your breath and blow bubbles and everything.”

“Sounds awesome,” she responded, her eyes lighting up. “I’d love to give it a try. I hope I’m not too buoyant though.”

“Only one way to find out,” I told her with a smile.

We both followed the edge of the pool until we were right above the slit in the pipe 12 feet below us. I took a deep breath and then dove downward first. Almost immediately I was reminded of the pressure in my head, especially the sting of my sinuses.

I turned right around and came right back up. “What’s the matter?” she asked curiously. “You can’t get down there either?”

“The pressure hurts my head, and my sinuses sting,” I replied. “Let me try something different.”

I took another deep breath. Then I submerged again. This time I went down feet first as bubbles trickled out of my nose.

I skulled myself downward, releasing a little more air to help me get down. Then I felt the suction from the pipe against the soles of my feet. That’s when I settled down onto it.

I stood flat-footed, the pressure not too bad in my head. Then it eased even more. I smiled as I waved up at her… “See? I made it! You can stand just like this.”

I kicked off for the surface, spewing bubbles along the way. But as I headed up, I saw her suddenly jackknife downward. She pulled hard with her arms, furiously kicking with her legs.

Buoyancy soon caught up to her. Her descent stalled out about halfway down. It forced her to turn around and come back up.

“See?” she told me with a wry smile, panting disappointedly. “I’m too buoyant.”

“At least you’ll never have to worry about drowning,” I told her with a grin.

Her eyes flashed with sudden inspiration. “I’ve got an idea,” she told me, sounding excited. Then she swam over to the ladder.

I watched her climb out. She walked over to the lower diving board. Then she confidently walked all the way out to the very end.

She jumped up into the air, bouncing once as the board rattled. I wanted to see her hit the water. So I took a deep breath and then quickly submerged.

She hit the water with a splash, her arms outstretched above her head. I skulled myself downward and watched her progress. She pulled hard with her arms, kicking furiously with her legs.

This time, she went much deeper. I could tell how determined she was to make it. In fact, she was almost there.

As she got closer, she reached out with her hand to grab on so that her buoyancy wouldn’t kick in and haul her back up. I felt an uneasy jolt of alarm when I saw her fingers slide right into the slit. I know I certainly wouldn’t have grabbed it like that. But she grabbed on with such determination that I could tell she wasn’t about to let go.

She gave me a triumphant wave as her hand slid along the slit. Then her expression changed in an instant. I saw her look down at her hand as she gave it a good hard yank.

A moment later she was grunting and bubbling. I watched as she anxiously pulled hard with her arm. Had she gotten her fingers stuck in that slit cut into the pipe?

My eyes flew open in horror as I frantically tried to skull myself deeper. I became anxious, trying to get to her quick in order to assist her. She was jerking against her arm as though her fingers were really stuck.

I honestly didn’t think the slit was that narrow. But I had never been brave enough to shove my fingers in like that to find out. She must have rammed them in to grab onto something before her buoyancy kicked in.

Her legs were almost straight up as though she was doing a handstand. Her buoyancy was trying to pull her body upward. But I think that made things that much worse.

She tried and tried. But apparently, she couldn’t get any leverage of any kind to pull her fingers out. Then she looked at me, terror-stricken.

She began frantically waving at me with her free hand to come and help her. She wanted me to do something to work her loose… anything! But that’s when I suddenly became aware of how out of breath I was.

She grunted and waved at me… “HELP ME; I’M STUCK!!” But I could really feel it in my lungs. I was almost out of breath.

I wanted to stay and help her. But I was suddenly afraid I might drown if I didn’t go get another breath. I was momentarily paralyzed with indecision.

She waved wildly at me, her body appearing tethered by her stuck fingers. That’s when I made my decision. I felt sick to my stomach as I turned and shot upward until I burst up gasping.

I inhaled once. Then I took a really big second breath. When I was ready, I quickly jackknifed downward.

I kicked furiously while pulling hard with my arms. I felt sick inside for having left her. But this time I was determined not to go back up again until she was free and coming up with me.

I saw it in her eyes as I came back down… “GAWD; YOU LEFT ME!!” Then the pressure hit my head as water went up my nose. It stung my sinuses something fierce. I just ignored it as I swam down to her, my heart hammering a mile a minute as panic swelled within me.

I got down with her and looked at her hand. I saw in an instant where her fingers had gotten wedged. They were stuck in a narrow section of the open slit.

I could feel the suction pulling for me as I grabbed onto her arm. Her anxious grunts scared the crap out of me. I thought for sure she was going to drown.

I don’t know what made me do it. But for some reason, I tried to slide her hand sideways. I guess I was thinking there was a bigger opening farther along the slit, if only I could slide her hand sideways along the opening.

She grunted, instinctively fighting against me. But I got her hand to slide along. Then it suddenly popped free.

She turned and shot upward like a rocket in a flurry of bubbles. I shot up after her, my chest heaving like gangbusters. By then, the pressure in my head was not as intense, although my sinuses still burned like crazy.

We both popped up gasping madly for breath. Then we swam over and grabbed onto the edge of the pool to compose ourselves.

For a moment there, I thought she was going to cry. So I quickly took responsibility. I told her it was all my fault for suggesting swimming down there in the first place.

She looked at me for a long moment. But I saw no accusatory look in her eyes. Instead, there was this expression of gratitude.

She came over to me. Then she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. We both accidentally slipped under the surface a little. But she was buoyant enough that we didn’t go too deep before she let me back up.

I came up coughing and sputtering. She panted, “Oh, thankyou – thankyou – thankyou! For a minute there I thought you were going to leave me to drown! Then I saw you’d gotten a breath and then came back down to save me!! Oh thankyou – thankyou – thankyou!”

“I’m sorry I left you,” I replied, feeling guilty as hell for having gone up for air. “It was all my fault; really! I was out of breath, and I had to go back up. I’m so, so sorry for leaving you for a moment; I really am.”

“It’s all right; you came back for me,” she gasped thankfully. Then she wrapped me up in a big bear hug again. This time we both kicked our legs and kept our heads above the surface as she showed her appreciation.

“I suppose I should be going now,” she said, suddenly appearing strangely uncomfortable.

I followed her as we swam over to the ladder. “I need to go get lunch,” she said by way of explanation. “Then I need to go pick up my kids.”

She paused for a moment, giving me a long look as though trying to read me or something. Then she carefully asked, “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“Why should I be mad at you?” I replied incredulously. “It was my idea going down there.”

“Because I stuck my stupid fingers inside that damned pipe; that’s why!”

“Well, I’m not mad about anything, especially that,” I told her. “I thought you might be mad at me for suggesting we go check out the pipe in the first place.”

“It’s not your fault I wanted to go down and check it out,” she replied. It sounded as though she was reprimanding me for assuming guilt that was not mine.

“You came down and saved me from my stupidity. I’ll never forget that. Thank you!!” Then she wrapped me up in her arms again.

This time she kissed my lips hard. I didn’t resist. I kissed her back until we ended up kissing rather passionately. But I did feel a little guilty when our lips finally parted. I figured there had to be another guy somewhere in her life.

She smiled gratefully. Then she climbed the ladder out of the pool. She walked over and gathered up her towel, wrapping it around her before heading for the women’s locker room.

I climbed out and started to dry myself off. That’s when it hit me how close we’d both come to drowning. I suddenly got the shakes something fierce. So I decided I’d better sit down and stick around awhile until I calmed down enough to drive home safely.

I was sitting in a lounge chair when she returned several minutes later, fully dressed. Her wet swimsuit was draped over a damp towel. And her smile was back.

“My name’s Roberta. I owe you one. So how can I make it up to you?”

I gave her my name before telling her she didn’t owe me a thing. I explained that I still felt a little guilty for suggesting going down there in the first place.

“Nonsense! I’m the one who stuck her damn fingers where they didn’t belong! It’s not your fault!” That made me feel better, and I thanked her.

She looked at me carefully as though sizing me up. Then she said, “I hope my stupidity didn’t spoil things.” I told her that it hadn’t.

“Do you usually come here on Wednesdays?”

My heart skipped a beat. Was she actually asking if I wanted to swim with her again?

I told her Wednesday would be a good day to come enjoy the pool. I said I would love swimming and breath-holding with her again if we saw each other. But I said I wouldn’t mind if we skipped the drowning part. She just laughed.

“Awesome!” she said with that contagious smile. “I’ll drop the kids off at mom’s again. Maybe I’ll see you next Wednesday?” Her eyes twinkled as she grinned at me.

“I hope I see you then,” I answered with a smile. “This was fun… well, except for that last part down in the deep end.”

“I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. “I still kinda feel like I owe you or something for saving me from my stupidity. I probably need to be punished for being such a ditz. Maybe I should let you dunk me or something, just to teach me a lesson. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t believe it! It sounded like she really wanted to come back and see me in the pool again. It also sounded as though she was more than willing to do more than just a little simple breath-holding.

I smiled as I told her, “If you think you need a little dunking, then I guess I’m your man.” That made her smile even more.

“See you next week then!” she said, beaming from ear to ear. Then she turned and strode purposefully toward the exit.

I watched her go and then sighed heavily. A part of me wasn’t sure how serious she was about coming back for a swim with me. But I decided it would be a lot of fun to find out, just to come and see if she showed up.

Was she serious with all that about allowing me to dunk her? It had certainly gotten my cock to stirring a little.

By then I wasn’t shaking nearly so bad. So I decided it was time to go change into my street clothes and then head for home.

2012; 2022 (written for jqpublic Aug 6 ’12; ed. Oct 29 ‘22 by riwa)

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Crucified by barbarians 3.1 (18)

Posted on June 26, 2024 by riwa

We were told barbarians might be coming to plunder us some day. We were told they always struck in the fall. But we did not believe them, nor did we prepare ourselves accordingly.

We foolishly assumed they would not find us. We believed we were too small to bother with. But we were wrong.

They struck our small village when our men were off fighting in the King’s wars. We were not expecting their raid. Thus, we were virtually defenseless.

They swooped in, killing and plundering. They took our grain, our livestock, our mead; all of our provisions. Anyone who resisted them was mercilessly cut down.

Those they did not kill, they took away to sell as slaves. As their captive, I resigned myself to becoming some man’s mistress or sex slave. But they had a far worse fate in store for me.

They stripped me down before nailing me to a wooden cross. Then they put me upright within the shadow of the assembly hall. The only thing that protected me from total humiliation was a sheer wrap they put around my waist, not that it covered all that much.

It was an agony unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was intense pain in my hands and feet. Worse, I had to endure that pain just to lift myself up enough to breathe. It was a cruel fate to be exposed virtually naked like that, struggling just to try to breathe.

I did not understand why they were leaving me in agony. One of them must have thought I needed explanation. As I suffered, it was told to me how they always crucified a young maiden if we were not ready with our tribute for them. It was to serve as a warning to all the other villages.

Lycia and Magdala broke away and came running over to me. But they could not figure out how to get me down. That’s when I saw the archers.

I tried to warn them, but it was too late. Arrows flew, cutting down my dear friends. They lay before me, dying upon the dirt outside the assembly hall.

Strangely, I was not afraid during the raid. I was not even afraid at the sounds of the carnage all around me. But I became greatly alarmed after they left, as an eerie silence settled in all around me.

Lycia and Magdala writhed and groaned as they lay upon the ground. But in my agony, there was nothing I could do for them. They had sacrificed themselves for me in vain. My punishment was to watch them until they stopped moving and lay silent.

I hung there all through the afternoon, praying for deliverance. I hoped someone would come along and find a way to get me down. But as day was replaced with night, I experienced a despairing chill from the night air.

I could not sleep. I had to keep lifting myself up enough to get another breath. This only added to the pain in my hands and feet.

Morning dawned, and a renewed hope swelled within me. But staring at Lycia and Magdala’s pierced, naked bodies brought me back down to despair. There was no sound, not even that of a bird flying nearby.

The sun enveloped me at noon, and I felt the full force of its rays. I was hungry, but I thirsted even more. I prayed for the return of those barbarians, if only they would somehow give me something to drink.

The hours dragged by without any respite. I began hallucinating. Lycia and Magdala would get up and leave me to suffer in silence. But when I blinked my eyes, they were back in their positions of death.

The pain in my hands and feet never went away, especially when I tried to lift myself up enough to get a decent breath. I could feel it starting to extend up my legs and along my arms. It was getting harder to lift myself up to get breath after breath.

Evening came, and with it came the cool night air. I was chilled, and I often shivered. The pain became so intense that I started crying out.

Was anyone out there? Could anyone hear my cries? I allowed my agony to make me vocal in my suffering on the chance it might attract salvation.

I do not know how many times I tried to sleep. Each time, I was awakened as I tried to rise up on my feet for another breath. That’s when I realized that hunger, thirst, and spreading pain in my arms and legs were taking their toll.

The sky began to lighten. But this time, it did not bring any hope with it. I hurt all over.

I finally reached the point where I tried to let myself die. But my body would not allow it. Instinctively, I pushed up on my feet and pulled with my arms, wanting that next breath. The pain was incredible.

I had long since cried myself out at the sight of Lycia and Magdala. They had suffered, but not nearly as long as I was suffering. I began envying them.

The sun rose higher, mercilessly beating down upon me. Thirst, hunger and agony were finally taking their toll on me. It was getting harder to lift myself up for a breath.

I could not keep my head lifted upward. I bowed forward, praying for deliverance. But I believed in no deity, and this was ultimately to be my punishment for my disbelief.

I cursed Lycia and Magdala, wishing I had died with them. Then I begged their forgiveness. In my delirium, I saw them rise up, only to be arrowed and collapse all over again.

The sun rose higher, baking me. I suffered from hunger, thirst, and an agony I wished would come to an end. But my body would not give me mercy. It always wanted one more breath… always one more breath.

And then it got harder. Each breath got more difficult. There was too much pain; I was too weakened.

I rested, the pain not quite as intense as when I tried to rise up to breathe. Each rest felt wonderful. How could moments of temporary peace be immediately accompanied by such periods of agony?

I tried to lift myself up yet again. But this time, the pain and my weakness would not let me. It was all the way down my arms into my chest; all the way up my legs into my stomach.

I needed to breathe; my body wanted to breathe. I wanted to taste the late morning air. But I could not rise up!

I tried to cry out, but I had no breath. Fear enveloped me. I fought to lift myself up despite the incredible pain in my arms and legs. But this time, it was not happening.

I tried to lift my head. But it was too heavy. Instinctively, I tried to fight, to wriggle, to move. But nothing would respond to my commands.

My chest began to heave in protest. It was a new agony, a frightening agony that told me the end was near. I should have embraced it, but my body wanted to live. But it no longer had the strength.

I went into painful spasms, my hands flexing as my toes curled. My stomach rippled as my chest heaved. But there was no breath forthcoming.

I experienced it all over again in my last few seconds: the pain of the nails, the arrowing of Lycia and Magdala, each breath I had to fight for during the long hours of agony. My heart slowed as my chest heaved and heaved. Then it finally stopped, and my suffering was at an end.

6-24-24 Inspired by Mike Hunt’s render and his story idea.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.4 (7)

Posted on June 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming July rewards

Take my breath away
Vacation 4
Relaxing in the water
Best laid plans 3
The drowning party
Terminated 3
Trusting Kurt
Just pull hard
An embarrassed mother
The hit on Revy Pt 5
Giving Tori what she wants
And a club story if I finish it in time

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

June took an interesting turn when my computer died on the morning of the 10th. I’ve been nursing it along for a year or two. I actually had it in the shop last year… or was it the year before. I like to drag my heels when I really should be updating my equipment.

I took it in and was told they might be able to retrieve my files. That way, they could transfer them to a refurbished system. If successful, it would mean I could save a lot of my files (and some money) as well as save my editing program.

I recently got a call indicating they have successfully gotten into my hard drive and will be able to do the transfer. But this means more time at the shop. It’s been two weeks thus far, and I still don’t have it back. I don’t anticipate getting it back until a few days after this update is due. So I’m going to do my best to post this using my laptop.

Meanwhile, I’ve been using an old computer I kept. The word processing system is old, and harder to edit with. I have files on it that date back to 2004. But amazingly, I’ve been able to do some writing with it. My editing is a bit iffy, so I hope to get the refurbished system back and run all these recently written stories through at least one last edit if I can.

Other than that, everything is ok. No nukes have landed yet in my neck of the woods. And mom is doing ok. So I’m going to do my best to keep trucking along. I hope all of you are doing better with your computers then I’ve been this month with mine. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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The rich man’s pool (male themes) 3.7 (26)

Posted on June 17, 2024 by riwa

Note: I wrote this last week using an old computer. So I thought I would try to post it here.

Clark promptly shed his speedos before jumping into the pool. He swam down and held his breath at the bottom of the deep end. It didn’t take long before he developed an erection.
It was still a little hard to believe. He had been working at a gas station when he had been “procured” by some guy he barely knew to service some gay rich man who’d seen him there a time or two.

Of course, there was money involved. All he had to do was either suck dick, or allow himself to be sucked. But those were two things that didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Clark surfaced to get a breath, noting that more guys had showed up. it always seemed like there were up to half a dozen males in the back yard at any one time. Many ended up just as naked in the pool as he was.

He looked around and saw his benefactor Bob Wenck sitting in the shallow end of the pool. Clearly, his host was enjoying sunning himself in the backyard with naked male flesh all around. When their eyes met, Clark was motioned over to come join him.

Wenck was sporting an erection when Clark swam up to him. He immediately knew what was expected of him. So he took a deep breath before going under to suck on the submerged cock.

His host liked receiving blowjobs. But he especially enjoyed getting them when someone was underwater holding their breath. Clark wondered if it was because of all the bubbles that he released during the sucking process.

He held his breath as he worked the cock over good. This time, it seemed to be taking a little longer. Did Wenck like him to hold his breath for a long time before he got his reward?

Clark was under nearly three minutes before he finally got his mouthful of cream. Then he surfaced and kissed Wenck. “You’re just too good to me,” his host said with a smile. “Next time, I hope to make you stay down even longer before you get my load. Enjoy your swim, and I might return the favor before you leave.”

Clark smiled before submerging to swim back across the pool into the deep end. Now he had an erection of his own to deal with. At least there were a couple of naked, muscular swimmers enjoying each others’ company in the depths. This added to Clark’s arousal, and he was determined to hang around and watch them for a while.

They wrestled with each other, stiff cocks waving in the water. Clark went down and sat on the bottom of the pool floor, watching their activity while holding his breath and stroking his dick. They certainly seemed like they could stay under for quite a while.
They struggled with each other until they suddenly ended up locked in a 69 position. Clark watched them suck each others’ cocks before breaking off and wrestling again. There were lots of bubbles as arms and legs went flying every which way.

Clark stayed down for as long as he could. Then he surfaced to catch his breath. They came up a few moments later, both of them treading water nearby.

They looked over in his direction and smiled. Clark smiled back at them. Then he got a big breath and submerged again.

Clark went down to the bottom, just so he could hold his breath again. This time, the two burly males came down and joined him. They sat on the bottom with him until all three guys had become three points to a submerged triangle.

Clark stroked his erection, wondering what they would do next. They smiled and bubbled as they stroked right along with him. Clark decided he liked these two. Maybe it was because they were naked and were bigger than him.

The submerged trio released bubbles as they watched each other stroke. Clark was able to stay down a good three minutes while jerking his meat. For some reason, he really wanted to impress them.

Clark reached the point where he finally had to surface, leaving them on the bottom to continue without him. He came up panting quietly for breath. They followed him up a good thirty seconds later.

One of them panted, “You’re pretty good at holding your breath. We saw you sucking Wenck’s cock underwater. You never came up the entire time until you finished him off.”

“He likes it when I suck him underwater,” Clark told them. “On a good day, I can hold it for three to three and a half minutes underwater.”

“Let’s see if you can beat Dan and I,” the other one offered.

“Sounds like fun,” Clark told them, his erection still hard and noticeable.

They all inhaled deeply. Then they submerged together. They headed down until they reached the pool floor at about the same time.

Standing on his feet, Clark was pleasantly surprised when the one named Dan knelt in front of him, wrapped his lips around his erection and began to suck. Clark loved how it felt. But now he wanted to stay down for as long as possible and wait until the very last moment before he shot his load into the man’s mouth.

The other one came down right in front of him and promptly thrust his dick into Clark’s face. Without missing a beat, he took it into his mouth and started sucking. Clark never missed an opportunity to suck or be sucked in Bob Wenck’s pool, no matter whose cock it belonged to.

Dan turned out to be quite the talented cocksucker. Meanwhile, the other one acted as though he was thoroughly enjoying Clark’s mouth. There were grunts and bubbles as cocks thrust in and out between lips.

Clark finally felt his lungs begin to burn at what felt like close to three minutes underwater. He would need to go up fairly soon. These guys certainly seemed more than capable of outlasting him.

He grunted as he tried to disengage, thinking about his need for another breath. That’s when Dan grabbed him by his wrists, keeping him on the bottom while still sucking his cock. Meanwhile, the other one grabbed the back of his head and really started to thrust into his mouth.

Clark grunted and gurgled as he started to become alarmed. Why were they not letting him go? What was wrong with them? Couldn’t they see he was out of breath??

He lost more bubbles as his chest heaved, his lungs on fire. That’s when Clark looked up and caught a glimpse of Bob standing on the edge of the pool looking down on them. It looked like their host was enjoying the view while stroking himself. Was he actually going to let these two guys drown him??

Clark finally panicked. He needed to get to the surface in the worst way. Then his fear and excitement made his cock go off between Dan’s lips.

Despite his panic, it felt good releasing his load into a nice, warm mouth. Then he felt the other one shooting a load of cum down his throat. He did his best to swallow it all, even as his lungs screamed in warning. Then he accidentally inhaled.

Clark got water down his windpipe. He immediately went into convulsions. His spasms were such that his mouth reflexively sucked all the cum out of the other guy’s balls.

Why were they deliberately keeping him submerged? One was sucking as though draining his balls, while the other kept thrusting his dick between his lips. They were drowning him; why were they drowning him??

Up at the surface, Clark thought he saw Wenck stroking a load into the water. Was he cumming because they were drowning him? Had he arranged this with them the entire time??

Clark was still gurgling and convulsing when they hauled him up. He came up gasping and coughing like crazy. They helped him stay at the surface as he coughed all the moisture out of his lungs.

Dan kissed him first… and promptly shared the load Clark had just shot into the burly man’s mouth. He had no choice but to swallow. Then the other one came up to him and kissed him as well.

Clark heard someone clapping. He looked up to see their naked host applauding them. “Bravo, gentlemen! That was extremely erotic! Well done; well done!”

He looked down at Clark and noticed the young man’s shock and dismay. Bob’s face promptly took on an apologetic look. “I probably should have warned you about Dan and Don, Clark. But I was so turned on that i just didn’t want to interrupt them, especially when they were getting to the good part.”

Dan reached out to him and patted him on the shoulder before asking, “No hard feelings, Clark?”

Clark paused for a moment. What could he say? After all, they’d gotten him safely back to the surface.

He seemed none the worse for wear. What’s more, he’d shot a huge load into Dan’s mouth, even though it had been fed back to him. So he shook his head.

“No hard feelings, guys. You did catch me by surprise though. I guess you were just having a little bit of fun.”

Wenck smiled happily. “Good. It looks like we’re still all friends here. I know I certainly enjoyed it. See me before you go home, Clark. There’ll be a generous tip in your envelope.” Then he turned and headed off to greet some new guys who’d just entered the backyard pool area.

6-15-24 Inspired by the picture I included

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My PC is down 4.3 (11)

Posted on June 16, 2024 by riwa

It’s in a busy shop. Not sure when it will be ready. Uploads will be delayed until I get it back and can access my writing program and archives.

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Joia 14 4 (31)

Posted on June 10, 2024 by riwa

14

When Joia was brought into the last room beyond which lay the dreadful blade, she saw the others had already been gathered there, all of them equally naked. She scanned their faces to see who might have betrayed her. But she saw nothing that gave anyone away.

It did not matter. Mistress had obviously brought them all here to see her off. It set off a fresh stirring of shamefully disturbing feelings of fearful excitement inside her.

She felt embarrassed when she saw Marsona. Joia lowered her head in disgrace. But her friend rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her and weeping openly.

The guards should have pushed her away. But they chose not to. It was a surprising amount of compassion to be shown toward the two young women.

“What have they done to you??” Marsona cried out grief-stricken as she examined the welts that crisscrossed her friend’s body. “What did you tell them?”

“What does it matter?” Joia answered quietly. “It is done. I told her there were no others who were involved. The responsibility is mine alone to bear.”

“No!” Marsona wept, shaking her head and then crying into the shoulder of her dear friend. “You’ve done nothing wrong!”

Behind her, the other girls were sniffling. Joia could see tears in the eyes of many. It lifted her spirits to see their compassion for her, and it strengthened her resolve to face the blade with as much dignity as she could muster.

Clemencia soon burst in. She cruelly dragged her away from Marsona out the door. Behind her she thought she heard more weeping.

Joia gasped when she stepped outside and saw that everything was ready for her. The slab was in place, the leather straps at the ready. The blade was set at the top of its framework.

Her eyes widened in alarm despite her bravado, and she began to quiver anew. Several guards were standing nearby. The executioner was already at his position.

“The blade is sharp today,” Clemencia observed, looking at the glistening steel while conversing with her as though making small talk with a companion. “It is hungry for blood. I shall feed it all it can take and more.”

Mistress smiled cruelly at her, licking her lips. Then she gestured with a waving motion toward a truck. It roared to life before backing into position near the blade.

Joia gasped again, her heart pounding in her chest. She stared at what was to be the conveyance of her remains. She could see a bedding of straw lying upon the floor of the back of the truck.

She swallowed hard as the sensations swelled within her again. Once more she looked up at the blade. It set her to trembling uncontrollably.

She paused a moment to compose herself. “I am ready,” she finally said aloud.

At that moment Joia fully expected to be taken over and strapped down onto the wooden slab. But Mistress appeared to hesitate, keeping her at her side. A moment later the door opened.

Out through the door, flanked by guards, came… “Avelina?” Joia gasped in astonishment.

She frowned in confusion. What was this?? Then she watched in horror as the guards led the petite young woman over to the wooden slab.

“Mistress??” Joia gasped in alarm as her heart skipped a beat. Clemencia ignored her, her eyes glistening malevolently as she watched the proceedings.

Little Avelina was about Gemina’s size. Of her fellow sisters, she was one of two most likely to say anything to save their own skin. When Joia heard she had been betrayed, she was all but convinced little Avelina had been numbered among the betrayers. She would not have held it against her if it were true.

Now the young woman stood near the wooden slab. Her eyes were wide in horror as her naked chest rose and fell. Joia could not help noticing that Avelina’s little nipples were starting to harden.

“Mistress?” the little thing whimpered in a high pitched voice of immense fear.

“It is a simple matter, my dear,” Clemencia told her sympathetically. “I have decided to execute Joia’s conspirators first. Confess your innocence, admit to Joia’s guilt, and you will be returned to your sisters. Otherwise I will be forced to assume you are in league with her.”

This time it was Joia’s turn to gasp in horror. She anxiously blurted out, “Mistress; I already TOLD you! There are no others involved! I alone am guilty of-”

“The condemned will be silent!”

“Mistress, please send her back inside!”

“SILENCE!”

Joia gulped in alarm. Avelina looked uncertainly at her. Then the young woman turned to Clemencia. Her words surprised both Mistress and the condemned Joia…

“I know of no such plot. She is innocent, Mistress, and so am I. We are both faithful to Master.”

“You will confess to knowledge of her treachery or you will die with her!” Clemencia’s voice indicated she was angry the young woman was not giving up the condemned.

“Avelina – NO!” Joia gasped, her heart beating fast. This was NOT how it was supposed to go!

The young woman flanked by the two guards took a deep breath as though trying to compose herself. Then she spoke in a quivering voice. “We are both loyal to Master, Mistress. I know of no plot. Surely you must be mistaken. I will speak to Master on Joia’s behalf.”

Clemencia was enraged. “Strap her down!” she ordered.

Joia cried out “NOOO!” as little Avelina was forced onto her back onto the wooden slab. Her head was locked into position. Her legs dangled over the end of the slab, but her feet did not quite touch the ground.

Joia noticed how the young woman’s nipples had become even more noticeable. It affected her shamefully. This was not something she desired to witness, no matter how it might affect her.

Mistress growled at Avelina, “Choose your next words carefully, little one, or they may be your last!” Joia was horrified. Her body was now throbbing with dreadful sensations at the sight of the small, yet beautiful young woman lying naked on the slab, her little chest rising and falling as she gasped for breath.

“Avelina – PLEASE!” Joia begged, her heart pounding in her chest. “You must confess my guilt!”

The young woman, frightened though she was, was unyielding. “My sister is innocent, Mistress,” Avelina pronounced in a trembling voice. “Sh–she and I serve M–Master!”

“OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Clemencia bellowed.

Joia cried out “NOOOO!” as the executioner reached for the rope. Avelina looked up at the blade above her. In a loud voice she started to cry out, “JOIA IS INNO –“ Then the blade silenced her forever with a loud thunk, leaving her body to buck and jerk in the straps for several seconds.

Joia jerked as she watched the blade land… as though it had been her own neck. She choked back a sob as Alvelina’s head dropped and rolled once. It ended up face down in the red earth.

The hooded executioner picked up the skull by her brown locks. He showed her face to Joia and Clemencia. The poor thing’s eyes were wide in shock.

Joia shuddered involuntarily. She sobbed quietly as a shameful wave of warm pleasure washed through her body.

“Dispose of that… thing!” Mistress demanded, motioning at the body which had stopped spasming on the slab. “Toss her into the truck. She will soon be joined by her fellow conspirators!”

Joia was absolutely horrified. She stared in shock at Clemencia. Mistress gave her a smirk of sadistic cruelty.

The executioner carelessly tossed the head into the back of the truck. It bounced twice in a collection of loose straw. Two other guards quickly unstrapped her body.

They hauled it over by the arms and legs to the back of the truck where they swung her up and in. Joia choked back another sob. Then Clemencia snapped her fingers.

The two guards who’d brought little Avelina out rushed back inside. This time they brought out Osanna. She was the other one whom Joia suspected might have betrayed her.

She was half a head taller than Joia. She had a beautiful head of reddish-brown hair and a fully formed chest. She had pushed for her own way during her stay in the compound until quickly learning that settling into an attitude of servitude would keep her alive much longer.

She looked into the back of the truck as she was brought forward toward the blade. Osanna could clearly see Avelina’s headless, naked body lying inside. Blood was still oozing out of the severed neck.

She stared for a long moment. That’s when she appeared to start shaking a little. Then she turned to face Joia and Clemencia.

Mistress wasted no time with her. “Do you have anything to say to me, Osanna?”

“Please…” Joia murmured quietly. “You must!”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she nodded at her former companion to speak up. If the young woman said nothing, she would suffer the same fate as Avelina. Joia was not sure she could tolerate a second beheading.

“You must condemn me!” she murmured at her as more tears welled up in her eyes.

Osanna looked kindly at her, giving her a warm smile. But when Joia nodded at her (You MUST!) Osanna calmly shook her head (No). Joia felt a lump in her throat… and then winced as those shameful feelings intensified again.

“Strap her down!” Clemencia barked in frustration. “Perhaps that will loosen her tongue!”

Osanna was forced down on her back onto the slab of wood. Her neck was fitted into the path of the blade. “This is your last chance to announce your innocence and Joia’s guilt,” Clemencia told her, barely able to control her fury.

Osanna turned toward Joia and smiled. Then she looked up at the blade, closed her eyes… and simply waited in silence. Joia had never felt so honored, nor so grief-stricken as she watched helplessly.

Mistress looked sternly at Osanna. But the girl’s eyes remained closed. She seemed unwilling to speak, although her fear was obvious as her chest rose and fell.

She appeared to be trembling. Joia watched in horror as her own heart thumped loudly in her chest. “You will not speak??” Clemencia observed in anger and frustration. “Then you can speak to Avelina when next you see her!”

She nodded at the executioner. With a pull of the rope, the blade fell. Joia jumped with a start… and then gasped in horrified disbelief as it came down.

Osanna’s naked body jerked and spasmed as her head dropped onto the bloody ground. The executioner picked it up by her hair to show them. Remarkably her eyes were still closed, although this time in a wince.

Joia choked back another sob. This time she had successfully held back her body’s shameful response to the scene before her.

With tears in her eyes, she turned and looked accusingly at Mistress. But Clemencia paid her no mind. The stubborn refusal of the first two girls to admit to Joia’s guilt had infuriated her.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, the guards proceeded to unstrap Osanna’s unmoving body for disposal. The executioner tossed the second head up into the back of the truck. Then he raised the blade in preparation for yet another execution.

He gave the work his full concentration. Mistress was clearly in a rage. He did not wish to attract her undue attention. Further angering her now might result in the compound needing a new executioner.

“This is an outrage!” Mistress yelled. She glared at the guards until they fidgeted nervously. “Who is responsible for this treachery??”

She turned and glowered at Joia who shrank back in terror. Then Clemencia smiled cruelly at her. Apparently a wicked thought had just come to her.

“Bring me Marsona,” she told the two guards. “Perhaps she can bear witness why the tongues of her sisters remain silent.”

They nodded obediently. Joia went pale with horror as they quickly went inside to fetch the young woman…

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 14 ’10; ed. Jun 21 ‘21 by riwa)

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Christina in the tank 4.5 (52)

Posted on June 5, 2024 by riwa

I went to a club that specialized in underwater erotica. For those with a darker fetish, one could even watch a model give her all. So I paid the extra to watch a drowning.

The woman I picked was named Christina. She had dark red hair that was almost a maroon color. But she had large, flaring nostrils which I figured would give me a lot of great drowning bubbles.

She led me to a private room. In it was a chamber walled on three sides, with a glass front. The glass was six feet wide, and went up to a height of about nine feet into the ceiling.

Christina asked if I was looking forward to drowning her. I told her I was rather excited about the whole thing. “Good,” she replied with a smile. “I always like to please my customers.”

She pointed at a set of ankle cuffs inside the dry tank. I saw a wire attached. Then she went over to a chair, picked up a remote and handed it to me.

She explained, “It’s simple, really. There’s a button for ‘up’ and a button for ‘down’. Push ‘up’ and I’ll get slack in the cable. Push ‘down’ and it’ll pull me down to the floor of the tank. Now wait right here. I’ll go around back and let myself in.”

“What about these other two buttons, red and green?”

“Green fills the tank with water. Red drains the tank. Simple.”

She pointed at a hatch in the back wall of the six foot by six foot chamber. “You see that door? It’s similar to the watertight doors they use in Navy vessels. We’d hate for all that water to spill all over the place. That’s the door I’ll use to enter the tank.”

Christina left through a side door. I sat on the chair with the remote in hand and waited. Pretty soon she came through the hatch at the back of the tank before making sure she turned around and sealed it shut.

She smiled as she walked up to the ankle cuffs and secured them to herself. When she was done she waved a toy at me she’d brought in with her. I saw it was some sort of dildo.

“I’m ready,” she called to me through the glass. “Start the water.”

I hit the green button on the remote. Water began shooting up from four different holes in the floor. In no time at all there was a foot of water in the chamber.

Christina touched herself all over as the water soaked her through and through. She smiled as she told me, “I’m really looking forward to drowning for you. I hope you’ll enjoy my performance.”

The water quickly reached her crotch. It was flowing rapidly into the tank through the four holes in the floor. It wouldn’t be long before it rose all the way to the top.

It slowly climbed her chest, soaking her white outfit and making it see-through. Her bra was a light yellow and immediately became transparent as well. Her nipples had obviously hardened.

The water soon lifted her up off the floor. She skulled with her hands to stay at the surface. I watched as the water level rose to seven feet and then eight.

She smiled as she told me, “You can use the remote anytime you want. You don’t have to wait for the water to reach the top.”

Curious, I hit the ‘down’ button. It let out a beep, causing her to gasp for breath. Then it pulled her under in a flurry of bubbles.

It pulled her right to the bottom. Her feet were probably no more than two to three inches above the floor. She grinned and bubbled at me as she waved with her arms while gyrating in the chamber like a fish.

I hit the ‘up’ button. She got slack in the wire. Christina pulled herself back to the surface with her arms where she burst up and gasped for breath.

The water automatically stopped filling the moment it reached the top of the glass. There was still an air pocket inside the tank. The sexy redhead panted for breath, still grasping onto the toy in her hand.

I smiled as I hit the ‘down’ button. The chamber beeped. Christina inhaled sharply before she was pulled under. Bubbles trailed out of her nose as she was pulled all the way to the bottom of the chamber.

Almost immediately she went into this sexy little strip-tease. Articles of clothing came off one by one. Her skirt had snaps in the back that meant it could come off without being hindered by the wire and her ankle cuffs.

I finally hit the ‘up’ button. She felt the slack and pulled with her arms for the air pocket above her. I heard her burst up and gasp for breath.

I hit the ‘down’ button and waited. She inhaled sharply at the sound of the beep. Once more she was pulled all the way to the bottom of the chamber.

She touched herself all over, often using the toy in her hand to rub her nipples or thrust through her crotch. Every now and then she would mouth the words “Do you want to drown me? I want you to drown me!” It was incredibly arousing.

I hit the ‘up’ button and let her return to the air pocket for another breath. I didn’t want to rush things. After all, I’d paid good money and wanted to prolong the experience.

I allowed her half a minute to catch her breath. Then I hit the ‘down’ button. Christina was promptly pulled back down to the bottom of the chamber.

She used her toy to rub her nipples, making them exceedingly hard. She bubbled as she mouthed, “I’m so turned on knowing you’re going to drown me.” Then she began to masturbate with her toy.

She thrust it in and out of her pussy until she started to writhe and bubble. She mouthed at me, “I want you to drown me so bad!” Then she sucked on the toy before thrusting it back inside her winking slit.

I hit the ‘up’ button and watched her pull for the surface. She popped up and gasped loudly for breath. I heard her say, “Fuck, you’re prolonging this for me! You have no idea how turned on I am right now!”

I hit the ‘down’ button again. She gasped at the sound of the beep. Then the wire pulled her to the bottom of the tank.

Once more she began fucking herself with the toy. I saw her mouth words like “I want to suck your cock!” and “Come in and fuck me!” She also mouthed things like “I want you to drown me” and “I want to drown right now!”

I pushed the button and let her back up. I was getting quite horny watching her. She surfaced inside the air pocket and gasped for breath before telling me, “I’m so hot to drown for you! Take off your pants! I want to see your cock!”

I pushed the ‘down’ button. Then I stripped so she could see my erection as she was pulled down. She motioned for me to stroke it as she sucked on her toy before fucking her cunt with it.

She bubbled as she mouthed the words, “I’M GOING TO CUM!” Then she lost a huge burst of bubbles out of her mouth and nose. It was so erotic that I nearly shot a load just watching her.

I kept her down until her chest was heaving. I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. But she just fucked herself harder with the toy while playing with her boobs. The whole time she kept bubbling, “DROWN ME NOW, LOVER!”

I hit the ‘up’ button. Slack appeared in the wire to her ankle cuffs. Christina dutifully pulled for the surface, wanting another breath. When she popped up for a breath I heard her gasp, “Gawd, you are making me so fucking horny by making me wait for it!”

I wasn’t sure I could hold off much longer. So I hit the ‘down’ button. Christina gasped the moment she heard the beep.

The wire pulled her straight down. Then she began touching herself all over again. I saw her fuck herself with the toy as she mouthed, “I WANT YOU TO DROWN ME! I NEED IT SO BAD! DROWN ME NOW!”

I watched as she really put on a show, wriggling and gyrating at the bottom of that chamber. She humped in my direction as though she was fucking me. Then she used the toy on her cunt again.

I stroked myself as I watched intently. She really used that toy on herself. Then she cried out a froth of bubbles before mouthing, “DROWN ME NOW!”

I watched as her chest began heaving. She kept mouthing the words, “DROWN ME – DROWN ME!” I toyed with the ‘up’ button, but I never pushed it.

Her stomach rippled. Then her chest began to heave. Her body was in need of more air.

She bubbled as she mouthed the words, “DROWN ME – DROWN ME!” Her chest convulsions became more intense. Then she began looking up at the surface as though she was thinking about changing her mind, wanting to return to that air pocket.

I grinned at her as I stroked my cock. The toy was in her slit as she motioned up at the surface. That’s when I shook my head as I told her, “Drown, you sexy bitch!”

Her eyes suddenly flew open as though she’d been kidding this whole time. She began pulling hard for the surface, losing air out of her mouth and nose. But she could only jerk around as her feet remained tethered to the floor.

Christina looked panicked as her chest hitched and spasmed. I was stroking when she anxiously shook her head. Christina lost a huge burst of bubbles. Then she appeared to glub as though she’d just swallowed water.

I shamelessly masturbated as she began humping in my direction. She began coughing up bubbles as she pulled hard for the surface, her arms churning the water. I did not give her the slack she needed.

She hitched and gurgled as she kept coughing up bubbles. She tried to cover her mouth, but it was much too late for that. Then she really started thrashing about as though fighting against the cuffs holding her ankles to the floor of the chamber.

I could tell she was drowning. I rose up, stepped forward and splattered my seed all over the glass to her tank. Her naked body swayed back and forth as she let out little hitches and spasms until she stopped struggling.

Christina gently swayed back and forth with a shocked look on her face. It looked as though it had been incredibly painful. But I’d certainly enjoyed it, judging by the shamefully huge load I’d spewed all over the glass.

The sexy redhead hung tethered to the bottom of the pool floor. Her arms floated about halfway up as though she was considering taking flight. She stared at me in shock and surprise as she gently swayed back and forth.

There was a sudden sound from up in the ceiling. I looked up and saw a speaker up there. Then I heard, “Thank you so much for coming. We hope you enjoyed her drowning performance. Christina hopes you’ll come back again and watch her suffer in the tank for your amusement.”

I pulled up my pants and got ready to go. By then I saw the water level coming down. I figured someone would soon be entering the tank to revive her for another performance. That’s when I told myself I would probably return someday and request her again.

2020 (written Aug 20 ’20 by riwa)

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Hanging for his aunt 4.4 (63)

Posted on May 31, 2024 by riwa


I don’t know when I first suspected him of stealing. All I know is that one day I couldn’t find my broach. It was very important to me.

My sister had recently visited with her son Darrin. She liked to remind me how he’d become a problem student during his senior year. He was always getting into trouble.

I remember how he looked bored the moment he walked through my door. The disrespect he showed was almost as bad as the way his mother treated me. Louise was not very good at socializing, much less raising an only child. It was only after they’d left that I noticed my broach was missing.

They came back for a visit a couple weeks later. Louise was hoping I would give her some money. Darrin got up to go to the bathroom. But after he left I discovered $100 was missing from my purse.

That did it. Now I was sure my nephew was stealing from me. I had to teach the little bastard a lesson as I was sure he’d done it. He certainly wasn’t being corrected back home.

One day I asked him to show up at my house. He was disrespectful the moment he walked through the door. I told him I knew what he’d done. He just told me to fuck off.

That did it. I launched myself at him with a coil of rope I had tucked next to the chair I’d been sitting in. He let fly with a string of profanity.

He protested as I tied his arms behind his back. He said I couldn’t do that to him. I told him his mother didn’t give a damn and that I could do to him whatever the hell I wanted.

I marched him out to the shed out back. I opened the door and pushed him inside. That’s when he gasped, “What the hell is this??”

A noose hung from a beam in the ceiling. On the floor was a stool directly under the dangling rope. I smiled as I told him, “Don’t you know, hun? This is all for you!”

“You crazy bitch!”

“Crazy enough to hang your sorry ass!” Then I muscled him up onto the stool.

He put up quite a struggle. But I’m stronger than he is. I try to keep myself in shape.

He let out a cry as I got him up onto the stool. Then I managed to noose him up. He kept calling me all sorts of names.

I snugged the noose up tight. Then he glared angrily at me. “You crazy bitch! You don’t have the fucking balls!”

“You stupid kid! Do you have any idea how many people I’ve hanged in here? You fucking deserve this!” Then I angrily kicked the stool out from underneath him.

The look on his face was priceless as the noose took his weight. He rasped and gurgled as he put up a fight. He kicked and swung as his arms jerked in vain behind his back. Since I was using a nice, thick rope, he was guaranteed a long, lengthy hanging.

After a while, he didn’t kick as much. I deliberately pulled his pants down, humiliating him by exposing his cock. It was erect, and didn’t look half bad.

He shimmied a little more in the noose as his dick dripped. I grabbed a nearby cane and gave his ass a good five swats. Then I let him down.

He struggled to get his breath back as I loosened the noose from around his neck. He looked up at me in utter shock. I smiled sweetly as I told him, “Just remember, Darrin. Your mother doesn’t give a shit about you. But I do. If I ever hear you’ve stolen from me or anyone again, I’ll hang your sorry ass and then bury you up in the hills where they’ll never find you. And don’t you think for one second I won’t do it! No one will ever miss you!”

I untied him and then let him pull his pants back up. He looked stunned. I could tell he wanted to say something, perhaps to curse me out. But I don’t think he ever expected the kind of stunt I’d just pulled on him.
—
I contacted a couple of spies I knew from school. They reported back how Darrin was getting into trouble again. It was believed he’d stolen from another student.

I paid a couple of girls to lure him out one Friday night. They doctored up the beer they’d given him. Then they deposited his unconscious form in my shed.

I showed up and removed all his clothes. I made sure his arms were bound behind his back. That’s about the time he began to stir.

I told him, “Hun, I see my last object lesson didn’t get your full attention. So let’s try this again, shall we?”

He looked at me in alarm as he asked, “Wait a minute! How the hell did I end up here?”

“I have my ways, hun. You’d be surprised. I used to teach at that school, remember?”

Once more I helped him up onto the stool. This time he wasn’t nearly as defiant as before. In fact, he actually started to whimper pathetically.

I told him this was what assholes like him deserved. His cock was nice and hard as I noosed him up. Then I snugged it good and tight around his neck.

I told him, “Darrin, maybe it would be better for everyone concerned if I just got rid of you. You don’t seem to be teachable. You’re determined to get yourself into trouble. You’re either going to end up in prison or worse. So let’s settle for the ‘worse’ part, shall we?”

His defiance returned. So I used the cane on his ass until he yelped in pain. Then I kicked the stool away.

I stood in front of him, smiling the whole time as he kicked and twisted. I touched myself through my clothes as I watched him dance. I told him, “You know something, hun? I like hanging troublemakers like you. For one thing, it really gets me off. It also helps get rid of some of society’s ills. I’m not out to clean up the entire world. Just my little corner of it.”

He really suffered as he kicked in the noose. His cock bounced as it oozed its cream. I couldn’t resist as I told him, “Very nice, hun. It looks like a part of you is enjoying yourself.”

I left him up for quite a while until he settled down. I even reached out and stroked his dripping erection. Then I sighed heavily.

“Maybe I’m a sucker for giving people a second chance. You really don’t deserve one. But I’m going to give one to you anyway.”

I let him down until he was lying on the floor panting weakly for breath. I freed him from the noose before untying his arms. Then I told him to get dressed.

“Don’t try my patience again,” I warned. “Otherwise, you’re liable to end up six feet under in some lonely woods just outside of town. Think it over.”

I walked right out, leaving him alone in the shed. I figured I didn’t have much for him to steal in there. Besides, he would end up paying for it with his life if he did. And thus, he had to walk home under his own power.
—
A couple weeks later, I caught sight of Darrin on my property. He was sneaking around my shed. What the hell was he going to do… burn it down?

I waited until he’d gone inside. Then I quietly snuck out to see what kind of mischief he was causing. It was obvious he was cruising for another hanging.

I peeked into a window to see what was going on. I half expected him to trash the place. Imagine my surprise when I caught him running the noose up over the beam.

He put the stool directly beneath it. Then he climbed up onto the stool. I actually saw him pull the noose down around his neck and snug it up tight.

The next thing he did was to pull his pants down, revealing quite the erection. He gasped for breath as he stroked himself. I couldn’t believe I was witnessing my very own nephew getting himself off in my shed while wearing my noose.

I suddenly burst in, catching him totally by surprise. He almost fell off the stool. I smiled with sadistic cruelty as I told him, “Eager for your aunt to string you up again, hun?”

He stammered uncertainly. Gone was the defiance I was used to seeing. In its place was a strange submissiveness.

I gave him a stern look. “Now see here, hun. If you want to hang for your aunt, you’re going to have to act like it. Now bring your arms behind your back so I can tie them together.”

He was breathing heavily. I saw his erection twitch a little. It looked like it was dripping some.

He looked at me for the longest moment. Then he quietly brought his arms behind his back and held them there. He stood upon the stool with his head lowered, his chest rising and falling at the enormity of what he was getting himself into.

I got the rope and tied his wrists behind his back. I made sure the noose was nice and snug around his throat before tying it off. Then I stood there admiring him.

“Damn, hun. You’ve got your aunt nice and horny seeing you all noosed up and ready to go. So let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

I reached out and hefted his erection, giving his balls a feel. I smiled as I looked up at him with murderous lust. Then I gave the stool a vicious kick.

He gawked as he dropped. His pants hung up at his ankles. It made him kick his feet together as he swung back and forth.

I moaned as I touched myself through my clothes. Watching my naked nephew dangle was the hottest thing ever. Seeing him kick and twist as he suffered was such an incredible turn-on.

He brought his legs up, rubbing his bouncing dick with his thighs. Then it went off. He spurted his seed onto the floor as I let out an orgasmic cry.

I waited until he had suffered the proper punishment. Then I let him down, freeing him from the noose and the rope around his wrists. He composed himself for a few minutes before he got dressed.

I smiled knowingly at him. Then I asked, “Is this the way you want it to be, hun?”

He looked at me for a long moment before he bowed his head in shame. Then he nodded. I told him, “Fair enough. But there’s going to be some rules around here. You got that?”
—
Darrin showed up on time. It was Friday afternoon, and school was out. I watched him walk onto my property.

He wasted no time heading straight for my shed. He opened the door and slipped inside. Then it was quiet.

I gave him five minutes. Then I went out to the shed. When I opened the door, he was already undressed.

Darrin stood facing the stool, the noose dangling overhead. He waited patiently for me, his arms submissively brought behind his back. His head was lowered; there was no trace of defiance in his demeanor.

“Let me see,” I said quietly.

I walked over to the piece of paper sitting on the small table. It listed his recent grades. Then I shook my head, tsking out loud.

I grabbed the rope and stepped behind him. Then I roughly tied his wrists behind his back. That’s when I told him, “Honey, this will never do.”

I helped him up onto the stool without a word. Then I noosed him up. I pulled it tight before securing it, making sure he was up on his toes.

He rasped for breath as he shuffled around on his feet. I told him, “I’m putting you on your toes because of the ‘C’, hun.” Then I fetched the cane and gave him several swats on his ass.

He rasped and whimpered as he shuffled around on his feet. I smiled as I told him, “I do have some good news for you thought. This is because of your ‘B’s’ and ‘A’s’.”

I reached out and stroked his erection, gently cupping his balls. He thrust into my hand. Then I knelt and gently took him into my mouth while he still shuffled around on his toes.

I heard a raspy groan as he thrust between my lips. I was unbelievably horny. It was terribly incestuous, yet I was crazed with lust.

He left a nice load in my mouth. Then I kicked the stool away. Darrin swung back and forth, rasping and kicking as his cock twitched and spurted.
—
These days Darrin comes over almost every week. He’s definitely improved his studies, and he’s a much better student. But he’s got one naughty habit.

You see, he loves to hang for his aunt. And I’m thrilled whenever I get the chance to string him up. Sometimes I suck his cock before kicking the stool away. Afterwards, I send him right home before rushing into the house and masturbating like crazy.

2021 (written Apr 1 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture found in Mike76’s folder on a website.)

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The Abelard and Dolcett Academy (guest author) 4.1 (36)

Posted on May 31, 2024 by riwa

– Me, the Abelard and Dolcett Academy, and the Bottom of each class.

I am, Annabelle Jones, 42 years old and a teacher of world history and culture to all of the classes in the Abelard and Dolcett Academy. Last year I also provided sex education to girls in the last semester of their senior year. As will be told, I still have that role although it is a bit different from my first year with that position.

I was born in England but could not find a good teaching job there and found a position overseas. In general, I like my job although, as you will learn from my description of my last year at the school, the job has special challenges. The last six months has been particularly challenging. Below is a recent picture of me with a student who was part of last year’s senior class but did not graduate.

The school is unusual and has some very unusual practices particularly given that the school is run by the fascist elite of the country. It is an expensive upper-class boarding school in an obscure part of South America. It is strictly divided into a building for female student, a building for male students and an administration building. Classrooms and housing are provided for male and female students in strictly separated buildings and intermingling is completely avoided with a tall fence between the girls building and the two buildings that are the administrative building and the boys building.

God forbid that male students, we generally call them “cadets” to remind them that they aren’t children anymore, have sex before the last semester of their senior year when they must be at least 18 under the school rules. Female students, who also are not allowed to begin the second semester of their senior year until they are 18, are strictly controlled as to their sexual activities even longer, until after graduation.

Only boys are allowed in the administrative building before the last semester of their senior year. Female students are given a tour of the administration building at the beginning of the last semester of their senior but true intermingling of students of different sexes is not allowed until the students graduate.

As I wrote, the school is very conservative. Only 40 students are admitted to each class of boys and girls, but despite the conservative nature of the school, there is a reason why the male cadets and not the female students are allowed into the administration building before their last semester. In the hall leading from the foyer of the administrative building to the male teachers’ offices and the school administrative offices is a bizarre display of 17 pictures of nude former female students with their hands tied behind their back and a van behind them waiting for them.

Much more bizarre, are the 17 silicon-filled, mounted sexual organs of former cadets. The penises and scrotum have been carefully prepared by skilled taxidermists to show them at full erection and size.

Below both the pictures of the handcuffed females and the mounted cocks and testicles are small signs giving the name of the former student and the date that she or he departed from the school or from this earth.

The display is thoroughly shocking but the practices and decisions that led to the display are even more so.

I can’t pretend that I accepted the job at the school not knowing what would happen. I was told of the school practices and traditions when I took the job and part of the reason that I was hired was that, before getting my teaching certificate, I worked as a London call girl.

The Immundica region, where the school is located, has one of the most unequal distributions of wealth in the world. The 100 families that own anything in the region own approximately 100% of the property. 96% of the region’s population is made up of peasants who own nothing and work at subsistence wages for the wealthy.

Abelard and Dolcett Academy, named after the medieval philosopher and the local meatpacker who has provided much of the resources for the school over the years, caters to those children of the wealthy who aspire to go to college in one of the big cities. The teachers in the school are the best available and brought in from around the world. Graduates of Abelard and Dolcett are generally admitted to the best colleges of the country even if their grades are sub-par.

It was found 18 years ago, however, that many of the children of the wealthy do not want to be serious about their education and simply want to graduate from a prestigious school and get out of Immundica. For this reason, the founders of the school adopted practices, suggested by Senor Dolcett, that it was thought would stop non-serious students from applying and make sure that those who went to the school worked hard. Further, the students about to graduate were taught about sex and given another important lesson before they might venture out of Immundica.

For three years, the students at A&D have classes much like other schools in the country but they are also introduced to calculus, French, computer science and other subjects that those in the other schools in Immundica never learn. (few children of the peasants go to school at all)

In the middle of the first term of their senior year, students at A&D are given tests on everything they have learned since entering A&D which determines 35% of their final grade. At the end of the first semester of their senior year, they take other tests that determine 65% of their grade and their class rank.

The testing scheme may seem mechanical and harsh, but it is not unlike testing in many other schools that rely on objective testing. What is novel is that the student who is scores at the bottom of the class, they call him and her for each side of the school “the Bottom,” (in Spanish of course) does not study further but is instead used to educate and to inspire future students to work hard.

After class rank is determined, the female Bottom is sent through the iron gate of the fence to serve as an educational tool for the male students for their last semester. She is kept in a special cage in the school and used to demonstrate every form of sexual activity and most every form of sexual perversity.

After receiving detailed instruction and demonstrations from my equivalent in the male part of the school (now Mr. Danton), the female is used for sex by every member of the senior class repeatedly. She is not, however, physically damaged at this time. Instead, at the end of the term she is sold to brothel owners who buy her with the reservation that if she ever stops being used as a whore, she is to be shipped to Dolcett Meats.

It was thought that the fact that the female Bottom would be used as a whore for years or decades before being butchered would cause the female students to work hard to avoid being the Bottom of their class.

The male student Bottom suffers a slightly different fate. Whether it is better or worse than what happens to the females is a matter of taste. But we will get to that.

Like the female Bottom, the male Bottom is sent across the fence to be used for sexual education and is kept in a large cage for four months. Of course, unlike the female Bottom, the male Bottom does not have vaginal intercourse with any of the students, only the teacher. The precious young women must save their virginity until marriage.

It was my job as the female teacher of the senior female class to teach my class everything that could be taught about sex, but with me alone engaging in any sexual act that involved penetration of the vagina or arse. All sex acts that are practiced by any sizable number of people are to be shown in order that the young women will not be shocked or misled when they leave the school.

In this conservative region, male students cannot be sent off as sex slaves to be used as male prostitutes. They can be hung by the neck until dead. That is what is done with the male class Bottom. He is slowly hung and, while still swinging, castrated completely with his penis, testicles and scrotum taken to the taxidermist. The rest of his body is sent to Dolcett Meats to be turned into profits, some of which go to support the school.

One would certainly think that the threat of what would happen if they were the Bottom would cause every student to do his or her best. Perhaps, the first few years it worked that way and faces in the pictures of the first two 18-year-old women and the sex organs of the first two young men on the wall may have belonged to cadets who tried hard but just couldn’t keep up.

It is, however, a sort of questionable strategy to use something that could be thought of as sexy to scare teenagers even if it is attached to awful punishments. Some of the faces of young women about to be taken off to a life of unforgiving sex slavery were morbid or insane young things that wanted a way out of life despite their privileges and good health. Ennui can be so fashionable. If A&D had offered a quick noose to some of the students I had, I am sure they would have taken it just to spite their conservative parents.

I can’t say as much about the young men whose erect young cocks and balls decorate the administration building hall, but I think many of the young men had a devil may care attitude and somehow believed that they would get through even if they did not study.

Even sadder, I think many of the pictures of women and mounted cocks and balls came from peasants. Things being what they are in the Immundica region, after the first few years, some wealthy students of the 100 families at the end of their junior year dropped out of A&D rather than risk being the Bottom. You can’t blame them for that. However, the other students in the class now saw their chances of a terrible fate had gone up. At the behest of the wealthy parents, vacant spots in the senior classes were filled by peasants who had a full scholarship and whose parents had been paid large amounts to send their daughter or and son to A&D. Although they had not received most of the training that they needed to do well on the tests, some of the peasant cadets managed to avoid becoming the Bottom of their class. This happened most often because more than one peasant had been admitted as a replacement to the class and those without a proper background were competing against each other.

– What happened last year

The class of last year was a class of the unexpected. The first semester of the final year, Antigone Castille, the daughter of one of the wealthier men in Immundica, failed to answer a single question correctly on her mid-term. I thought I would likely have hell to pay if Antigone became the Bottom and was subjected to months of sex and degradation before being shipped off to be a sex slave.

Fortunately, there was a young peasant woman in the class, Maria, who seemed sweet but that was uneducated, not terribly bright, and had only gotten a few questions correct. Antigone only had to try a bit to make up the difference in the final and send Maria to the fate that everyone expected.

As the teacher who was home room teacher for the senior class and who would teach the sex education class the final semester, it was thought to be my job to do something about Antigone’s scholastic suicide. Naturally, I confronted Antigone and asked her what she was trying to prove. I told her that she might think now that it was cool to get the low score on the tests, but she would not feel that way while being brought to Dolcett Meats after a decade of servicing whatever smelly ugly man wanted to plant his semen in her.

Antigone got all progressive, justice and equity on me and said that she was no better than Maria even if her father had more money. I said that Maria undoubtedly knew the score and had decided to make a sacrifice for her family and that Antigone throwing away her life was not reasonable. I asked her whether she even knew if Maria’s family would get paid and avoid starvation if Maria was not the female Bottom.

Antigone said she knew full well that Maria’s family was to be paid as soon as the female Bottom was led across the fence whoever the Bottom was.

I told her that she might be right, but she still should reconsider what she was doing. I told her that while we don’t know exactly what has happened to the female Bottoms, that we knew that at least two had been killed by brothel customers or owners, one had committed suicide and two had landed on someone’s dinner table. Further, we knew that about five of the female Bottoms had been turned into breeding livestock and were being kept in breeding cages like sows some of the time and were barefoot and pregnant the rest of the time.

Antigone’s smile in response to my last speech was all I had to see to know that it wasn’t worth talking to her anymore.

Pierre Danton, the homeroom teacher in of the male senior class who would be giving the male seniors their sex education had an even more bizarre situation. In the teacher’s lounge one day, he explained that the lowest score on the midterm exam was for one of the two peasants admitted to the senior class. That was expected. What wasn’t expected was that a son of the prominent Cortez family, a cadet who everyone called “Skutto,” had a score only one point higher than the low scoring peasant. Skutto had never been a serious student but coming in barely above the peasant who had not had many of the classes needed to do well was not expected.

Even more surprising, a student who had been outstanding up until then, Max, had a score only one point higher than Skutto’s. Five other students who had been expected to do well on the midterm also scored poorly.

Mr. Danton asked Max what was up. Max said he’d had a bad day. Danton was pretty sure that that was a lie.

When Mr. Danton told Skutto that he had better not risk being the Bottom on the final and asked how he done quite so poorly, Skutto initially said he just had not studied very much. Danton told Skutto that if he needed to be reminded what happened to male students who did not study, he could look up carefully as he walked out of Danton’s office through the hall in the administration building. It then came out that seven of the cadets had decided to spice up their senior year by each putting the equivalent of 1000 pounds sterling into a pot which would be won by whatever student came in second to last. Skutto said he was right on target to win the money.

Come the beginning of January, the final scores for each class were announced. In part for show but probably in part also to avoid problems, the announcement of the Bottom of each class was announced by having all of the students line up facing each other through the fence and handcuffs being placed on the loser of each class.

It came as no surprise to me but as a shock to some that Antigone got the handcuffs for the female Bottom. Antigone had successfully given the wrong answer to every question on the tests. She had a stupid smirk on her face as all of her clothing was removed and she was walked to the gate. Maria was beeming.

Skutto being the male Bottom was even more of a shock. While less clear cut than the female results, Skutto’s 48 was way below the 57 of the peasant who had been behind him after the midterm. It was said that Skutto looked a lot more like the family gardener than like Mr. Cortez but still it was hard to see how he had come in behind a fairly ignorant peasant who had not had most of the necessary training.

Max’s score of 55 raised many eyebrows except among the teachers who had heard what Mr. Danton had learned after the midterms. It was Max who was smirking as Skutto was led nude to the gate with a full erection. I couldn’t help myself from being happy about this turn of events. Skutto was a big hunk who would be fun to play with in the coming months. Also, he had a big, beautiful cock that would be a stunning addition to the administration building hallway.

Mr. Danton related later to the faculty that he got a straight answer out of Max by threatening to try to retroactively change the rules to make the bottom two male students be hung, castrated and go to Dolcett Meats. Max cooly told Danton that there was no way he could get away with that and that if he tried, his family would make sure Danton became a sex slave and some family’s dinner. But just to satisfy Danton’s curiosity, Max told the teacher that he had tutored the two peasant students the last two months and his main problem had been coming in second without scoring too low and being the Bottom himself. Fortunately, Skutto was such an idiot that there was a lot of space in which to maneuver.

Most of the faculty thought Max had acted brilliantly. There was nothing illegal about giving tutoring lessons for free or any reason why it was better for one of the peasants to die that Skutto. Others thought that Max had been a bit too clever and what goes around comes around.

– The Second Semester of Senior year

Their last semester at A&D Academy both the female and male students continued to take mainly courses on normal subjects like math, history and Spanish, but they also got classes in sex and sexuality.

I don’t know exactly what the males were taught. I’m sure that it had less about maintaining one’s virginity until marriage and proper conduct than what I was required to teach the female students, but I saw the syllabus for the males and it looked a lot like our syllabus.

Both classes started with kissing and simple petting but soon everything under the sun was introduced. The students were taught about gay sex as something terrible and forbidden. What wasn’t forbidden and that fully utilized the resource we had of a Bottom who had no choice but to put up was about everything else under the sun. I showed the students how to perform fellatio and Skutto was blown by me or some student at least once a day. Skutto was pegged repeatedly by me and by students that I showed how to do it. Skutto was forced to perform cunnilingus repeatedly, first on me and then on any student who requested. I showed the class both vaginal and straight sex. Skutto participated in much BDSM, always as the Bottom of course.

During the straight sex, one of the young women asked if I shouldn’t be using a condom on Skutto. I told her that they were forbidden in Immundica, but that she was quite right to ask the question. While forcing myself to say that all of the students should stay virgins until marriage, never have sex with anyone but their husbands, and never have sex with their husbands using any form of contraceptive other than the rhythm method, I said that being 42, there was only a small chance of me becoming pregnant.

The week on sadism was not easy. I whipped all of the girls once lightly to show what that was about and subjected all of them to nipple clamps.

As to Skutto and BDSM, I just had to make sure he was tied up properly (there were always several male faculty members with me to make sure Skutto did not turn ugly). The whole class took turns whipping him and pinching his nipples. A couple times I subjected him to serious cbt, squeezing his balls until he had a very painful ejaculation. He was sounded and forced to eat his own semen.

The four months passed quickly for me and I think for Skutto.

– The execution and exile with extreme prejudice.

I think mainly to make sure that the cadet to hang is horny for his execution, the rule is that he is not to be allowed to have any sexual release the last two days before his execution. The last day that Skutto could have sex, I let him have me as many times as he wished. I know he came in me at least 12 times.

I must admit that I had numerous orgasms with Skutto’s cock in my pussy although the knowledge that the penis in my vagina would soon be on display in the administration building did bother me during moments between the sex.

Two days later, the big day arrived when Skutto would be hung, castrated and become meat and Antigone would be used for the final time by the senior class before being sent off to a cheap brothel.

Skutto’s execution was full of ceremony and some would say unnecessary pain and humiliation. The directors of the school, however, said that every element of the treatment of the Bottom student was necessary to provide an incentive for future students to work hard. One might well believe, though, that some of the directors took much sadistic pleasure in humiliating and torturing the male Bottom before he was killed.

At the 11:00 sharp, I and the female seniors walked over to the gym along with Skutto who was nude, handcuffed and had his legs chained close enough together that there was no chance of running. It did not surprise me that Skutto had a raging erection during most of the hike as I had been told that all of the male Bottoms did that.

When we reached the gym, we found the male seniors, the faculty and the school board of directors, including Mr. Dolcett who was in a fine mood. Antigone was bound to a X shaped structure and faced toward the gallows for her viewing pleasure or displeasure and the pleasure of the audience.

Skutto was marched up the platform and asked if he had any last words. He knew very well that mercy was out of the question and said only, “Let’s get this over with.”

The gallows was designed to be assembled and disassembled every year but looked pretty study but with only about ten steps up to the platform. Even that height was mainly for viewing purposes because one the cruel things was that the rope was short and Skutto would fall less than a foot when the trap door was opened. Unlike a halfway humane hanging which would kill the prisoner quickly by breaking his neck, Skutto, like all the other male Bottoms before him, would slowly asphyxiate.

There was only a brief speech by Headmaster Franco about how this event was one of the key strengths of the Abelard & Dolcett Academy and everyone there should be proud to participate. To heighten the festive mood, trays of champagne were available for anyone who want to partake.

Skutto was allowed to survey the crowd of those there to watch him die before a cloth bag was placed over his head. I think it was just to be mean that there was then a pause while people photographed Skutto and his incredibly erect cock and faculty members joked about how he had the biggest balls to go to the trophy room in years.

The latch was pulled and Skutto fell a foot. He let out gasp and other noises as he instinctively kicked in an effort to find a footing that wasn’t there. Minutes of agony passed before suddenly Skutto’s cock shot off a footlong streak of semen that seemed to travel eight feet before landing on the gym floor right in front of where Antigone was bound.

Many giggled and took a slip of champagne while Skutto’s cock remained hard and dripping. This did not last long before a man sent by Dolcett Meats pushed a cutting device over Skutto’s cock and balls and the cock and balls were sliced off to be placed in a jar full of some sort of liquid that I guess were to preserve them until they got to the taxidermist.

Whether Skutto was alive or dead was not clear. What was left of him was dropped in a wheel barrel and taken to a Dolcett Meats truck which immediately started for the processing plant.

A few of the women were in tears but most of them had clearly enjoyed the show. The male students were all busy showing how macho they were by pretending that they saw such sights every day. Some in the faculty were smiling but most were acting like this was just part of the job and that they wanted to get back to planning their summers.

Then it was time to pay last disrespects to Antigone. She was stretched out on the gym floor and made as accessible as a woman can be.

Mr. Danton did his job and immediately disrobed and inserted his cock into Antigone as he had probably done fifty or sixty times for educational purposes over the last four months. This sex, though, was more for ceremony than education. The female Bottom was always sent off with a gangbang.

Danton took more time having sex with Antigone than one might have expected. Probably he thought he was going to be the last person to shag Antigone who cared if she enjoyed it or not.

Antigone did enjoy it and the male and female seniors as well as the entire faculty and even Antigone’s parents, who were somehow in the audience, were treated to Antigone screaming out her passion and that she was just a cunt and meat and that was all she was ever going to be. Her orgasm was somewhere between a moan and a victory cry.

While Antigone panted, Danton invited whoever else wanted to have final intercourse or words with Antigone to do so. About half the male students went ahead and shagged her, generally after wiping her off between the legs the best they could. Somewhat to my surprise, Antigone had three or four more orgasms despite the fact that most of the men screwing her were not very experienced.

A few of the female students said goodbye. Maria made a point of saying thank you.

As Antigone was taken out of the frame and led to the car that would take her to a cheap brothel to spend the rest of her life, I could not help thinking that Antigone had probably made the right decision. Maria had potential as a human being and Antigone was so twisted, suicidal, and oversexed that her best life might well to be a sex slave in a cheap brothel and eventually meat. She smiled for the camera taking the picture for the administration building like she’d just won a beauty contest.

This story is not quite over because of an unexpected development. Weeks after the graduation ceremonies, I began to feel unwell. When I went to a doctor seven weeks after the ceremonies, I learned I was about 8 weeks pregnant.

I’d thought at 42 that I was very unlikely to get pregnant and had failed to take precautions. Or maybe some part of me wanted to get pregnant with Skutto’s child.

Abortion is not an option in the region of the school. I went to Headmaster Franco to tell him I would have to resign my position and go back to England.

After the headmaster said how disappointed he was at the thought of my leaving, he inquired why I wanted to quit after having had such a good year. He said that the students all loved you and even Antigone’s parents recognized that Antigone’s failure happened despite your best efforts.

I truthfully explained my predicament.

The headmaster replied that as long as I had the baby, there would be no trouble staying as a teacher. The local aristocracy impregnated girls all the time and no one cared as long as none of the daughters of the 100 families was involved. The bastard children of philandering men of the 100 families were always adopted by the families, perhaps in part to keep the 100 from becoming too interbred.

The headmaster added he thought it would be very educational for the girls next year to see me pregnant and give birth. Another woman could be brought in when it was necessary to show penetrative sex acts to the female seniors. He suggested that maybe in the future they should try to have a woman get pregnant by the male Bottom every year so that the senior women could get just the education that my example would be providing.

So, here I am, eight months pregnant with a dead man’s child in my womb, teaching another senior class about the joys and pains of sex. This year I have the assistance of a peasant woman who is being paid to have sex with this year’s Bottom. Next year, I will be 44 and not pregnant and won’t need help from anyone in demonstrating sex with the male Bottom.

by Anonymous

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The company’s ‘Termination Room’ 4.5 (39)

Posted on May 30, 2024 by riwa

It had been a stupid thing to do…

She’d gone into Mr. Benson’s office in search of something useful for her new job. As his secretary, it was not unusual for her to go in and out. Then he’d caught her rifling through his files.

She’d started to stammer how she was searching for a folder for the Patterson account. Mr. Benson had reacted rather calmly. He’d simply instructed her to take the rest of the day off. She had breathed a sigh of relief when he hadn’t fired her.

Things took an ominous turn down in the parking garage. She had her keys in her hand and was about to unlock her car when someone came up behind her. She was violently grabbed, a white cloth forced over her mouth and nose.

She breathed noxious fumes. That was the last thing she remembered. Now she moaned softly as consciousness returned.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped in alarm. She was in what appeared to be some sort of basement. There was no furniture whatsoever except for the wooden chair she was sitting on. Some sort of sawhorse sat in a corner, but otherwise that was it.

Her wrists were bound together behind her back with some sort of thick, metal cuffs. What’s more, there was an ominous cord wrapped around her neck. This wasn’t good at all, and she began to shiver with dread.

A man walked in through the door on the opposite wall. His appearance made things worse. He was dressed in black, a black ski mask covering his head. She could make out his eyes and mouth, but nothing more.

“Where am I?” she demanded, trying not to sound as frightened as she felt. “What are you doing to me?”

“What were you doing in Mr. Benson’s files?” It was a deep male voice.

“I told Mr. Benson I was searching for the Patterson account. You don’t have to do this to me.”

He calmly walked up to her. Then he squeezed her neck hard with a gloved hand. It caused her to cry out in terror.

“What were you doing in Mr. Benson’s files?” She gawked and gurgled as she rasped for breath. Her legs kicked in response to her asphyxiation.

“NOTHING!” she rasped when he eased his grip. “I TOLD YOU – GAWK!”

He squeezed hard until she rasped for breath. “Mr. Benson doesn’t believe you!” he growled menacingly. Then he released her throat.

She coughed a couple of times. Then she defiantly told him, “Well, it’s the truth! I wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

“That’s not the way he sees it,” the man said as he moved behind the post that stood behind her chair. “He seems to think there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

Maybe defiance would work with this idiot. “Let me go right this instant! You can’t do this to me! You’re going to be in so much trouble once Mr. Benson deals with you!”

“I think not,” he explained calmly. “You see, I’m operating on his instructions.”

The cord around her neck tightened dangerously. She gasped and gurgled as her breath was cut off. Then the tension on the cord around her throat eased up.

She found herself panting wildly for breath. Now she was extremely frightened. “What do you want from me?”

“I’m not a patient man. I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

Panic brought out a desperate defiance. “You can’t do this to me! You’re going to be in so much trouble when the cops find out. You’re going to pay for this!”

He calmly came around front. She was shocked when he forcefully popped the buttons to her blouse.

She’d chosen not to wear a bra today. Now she was terribly embarrassed. The man grabbed one of her tits and roughly squeezed it as she tried to protest.

“You don’t understand,” he told her, his voice filled with menace. “This is the company’s ‘termination room’. You’ve got just one minute to tell me what I want to know. Now I’m going to ask you again…”

“But I don’t know anything!” she cried out, interrupting him as she trembled like crazy. “I’m a loyal employee! You can’t treat me this way!”

“Then I guess we have nothing further to discuss.”

He calmly moved behind her. The cord tightened around her throat. She began to gawk as she rasped for breath.

Her hands flexed behind her back. Her face started to turn read. She managed to rasp the words, “ALL RIGHT – ALL RIGHT; I’LL TALK!”

He eased up on the tension to the cord. Her breath was still partly cut off. “Talk” was all he said.

“I got… an offer from a rival company! They said if I…brought them something, they’d… sweeten the pot! I didn’t mean anything by it… help! I can’t… breathe! Now let me go!”

“Mr. Benson wants you terminated. I’m here to see to that personally.” The way he said it scared the crap out of her.

“NOO! YOU CAN’T!! YOU WON’T… GAWK… GET AWAY WITH IT! PEOPLE KNOW I’M… GAWK… HERE!”

“No one knows where you are. As I said before, Mr. Benson wants you terminated. Once I dispose of your body, no one will ever find you. You’ll just disappear off the face of the earth. Now let’s get to it, shall we?”

He tightened the cord around her neck even tighter. Her eyes flew open as the cord cut into her throat. Her feet flew up and started kicking as she gasped and gurgled.

She coughed and rasped, kicking and shuddering as he held on tight. There was a roaring in her ears as her nipples protruded painfully. She tried to gasp for breath. But her throat had been closed off completely.

Her lungs screamed for air, her chest heaving as her brain was starved for oxygen. She was dimly aware of a shameful orgasm rippling through her ravaged body. Her lungs were on fire.

Her head felt like it had swollen and was about to explode. She shuddered hard before her legs suddenly lost the will to fight. Her heels clattered as they collapsed onto the floor.

She sagged in the chair, her head tipped back. Her mouth gaped open as she stared up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. A moment later her bladder released. A trickle of urine splattered off the seat of her chair onto the floor.


Her killer maintained his grip another two whole minutes to make sure she was gone. She would not be noticed. Besides, she’d already been replaced…

2012; 2021 (written Oct 22 ’12; ed. Jan 22 ’21 by riwa)

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

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