Drowning contest 4.2 (29)

Posted on February 25, 2024 by riwa

We had just stepped out into the back yard when I looked longingly at her pool. That’s when I told Lauren I had always wanted to drown her. Her response was a good-natured, “I’d like to see you try.” She knew she was good in the water.

I smiled as I asked her, “Would you really like to see me try? After all, I’d love to watch you blow plumes of nose bubbles as you drown for me.”

“I can give you all the nose bubbles you want. But you’ll never drown me.”

I gave her a sly look. “Do you really think I can’t? I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

She snorted, “That’s because you always think with your dick, asshole.”

“I do,” I laughed. “And right now I’m thinking about fucking the air out of your lungs as you drown.”

She smiled as she told me, “I’d love to fuck you underwater. But you’ll be the one who ends up drowning while I’m riding your cock. What do you think about that?”

I chuckled. “Care to put your money at the bottom of your pool? That’s where I’ll be drowning you, Lauren.”

She laughed as she told me she was looking forward to feeling my creamy load explode inside her as I drowned for her. She was sure I was the one who wouldn’t be able to hold my breath long enough.

I gave her a challenging look. “Are you serious?”

In response, she began to undress. I followed her cue by undressing right along with her. If she was up for the challenge of letting me drown her, who was I to say no?

I watched her intently as I removed my clothes. I noticed how hard her nipples had become. Clearly she was excited about having a “drown-off” at the bottom of her pool.

I was just as excited. She smiled as she observed my growing erection. “I see you’re getting hard imagining drowning for me as I’m riding your cock on the pool floor.”

She was partially right. I had a few fantasies about being drowned myself. But I was looking forward to drowning her even more.

I laughed as I shook my head. “I’m getting hard, Lauren, because I’m looking forward to seeing all those nose bubbles as I drown you while I’m fucking you.”

“Oh, I’ll blow nose bubbles for you, all right,” she chuckled. “Only you’ll be the one drowning when I release them for you.”

The thought of her getting the upper hand and drowning me was definitely arousing. This was going to be so much fun. That’s when I decided one of us wasn’t coming back up from the bottom of her pool.

Instinctively, we started wrestling right there by the side of her pool. Her breasts were full, her nipples amazingly erect. My cock was throbbing as I looked forward to drowning her. After all, she had challenged me to give it my best effort, believing she was going to drown me first.

I worked to pull her into the pool with me. We slipped under the surface, still wrestling with each other as nose bubbles came pouring out. Arms and legs flew everywhere.

Amazingly, we seemed pretty evenly matched as the battle raged back and forth. She was quite the fighter. I was beginning to think this was not going to be so easy. That just meant drowning her was going to be so satisfying… and even more erotic.

She blew plumes of nose bubbles for me as we grappled with each other. I released plumes of my own. It was incredibly exciting.

There was a part of me that began to wonder what would happen if she was truly successful. What if she really did drown me? Was it even possible??

Imagining her drowning me gave me an even bigger hard-on. I couldn’t help picturing her holding me down and riding my cock as I drowned for her. But I was motivated to come out on top because I really wanted to watch her drown.

I loved the way our warm, naked bodies pressed together as we grappled with each other. I think she loved it too. She deliberately pressed her boobs up against me several times. I think she was trying to distract me.

She grabbed my erection and tugged it a couple times. It was an incredible turn-on. But I finally got the upper hand.

Her expression changed as I dunked her good and hard. Now she really released plumes of nose bubbles for me. Naturally, I was trying to exhaust her so it would be easier to drown her.

I think that’s when she started to panic. She fought in desperation. That’s when I misjudged her.

She got her legs wrapped around me, keeping me submerged while suddenly going up for air. Now I was the one blowing plumes of nose bubbles. The thought she might succeed in drowning me almost made my cock go off.

For a minute there I thought for sure I was going to drown. Then Lauren grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up. “Had enough?” she panted enthusiastically. “Or shall I finish you off?”

I made my move before it was too late. I forced her head below the surface. She released another incredible plume of nose bubbles.

I kept her down until it looked like she was going to lose her breath. She finally waved in surrender. I let her up, only for her to wrap her thighs around my head, mashing my face into her crotch.

She laughed up at the surface as I spewed bubbles into her pussy. She humped my head as though she was trying to get off on my suffering. I was almost out of air when she pulled my head up.

We took a break as we both panted heavily for breath at the surface. She told me, “It’s obvious we’re pretty evenly matched in terms of ability. I think either one of us could drown the other if the moment presented itself.”

I had to nod in agreement. But I told her, “I still want to drown you.”

“Maybe so. But what if I want to drown you first? You’ve turned me on so much that I want to see you lose all your breath at the bottom of my pool.”

She paused for a moment. Then she looked right at me. “You think you can drown me, and I think I can drown you. So what are we going to do about this?”

I smiled as I thought back to some of our earlier comments. “You said you wanted to fuck me underwater, right? Let’s make it a breath-hold contest while we’re fucking underwater. The loser is the one who cannot hold their breath long enough and gets to drown for the winner. How does that sound?”

She thought about it for a moment. Then she gave me a devilish smile. “Piece of cake!” she replied with a laugh. “I know I can outlast you on the bottom of my pool.”

“Are you sure?” I asked warily. “I’m pretty good at holding my breath, especially when I want to stay at the bottom and watch someone like you drown while you’re impaled on my cock.”

Lauren didn’t say a word. Instead, she swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out. I jokingly called out, “Hey; are you quitting on me already?”

“Who said anything about quitting, asshole?”

I watched as she went over and retrieved a couple of weight belts that were lying around. She brought them back to the edge of the pool. So I swam over and dutifully grabbed onto the one she offered me.

I asked, “What are these for?” But I was fairly certain I already knew the answer.

“These are to make sure we stay down while we’re fucking. No cheating. You can’t fuck me with your head above water. We both have to be on the bottom of the pool.”

“I don’t need this to drown you, Lauren. But I’ll wear one anyway.”

She laughed as we strapped the belts around our waists. Then she got back into the water with me. She swam into the deep end where she invited me to join her with a wave of her hand while saying, “We need to test ‘em out; right?”

My cock really got hard as I told her, “No problem. I don’t mind waiting. I’ll probably cum buckets watching your plumes of drowning bubbles.”

“I’m the one who’s going to ‘cum buckets’ watching you drown, asshole!”

“This is going to be so much fun!” By now, my cock was stiff as a board.

“It sure is,” she agreed, reaching down to jerk my meaty pole.

I nodded as we both inhaled. Then we allowed the belts to take us all the way to the bottom of the pool. Trails of bubbles left our nostrils, turning me on even more.

We reached the bottom easily enough. Then we sat on our asses and looked at each other. She blew nose bubbles at me, and I blew them right back at her.

She began touching herself all over. It was incredibly erotic. Her naked body was sexy as hell. Watching her drown was going to be so incredibly hot.

I matched her movements by reaching down and jerking my meat. She really liked that, and she responded by fingering herself. It was such an incredible turn-on.

She finally launched herself up toward the surface, spewing air out of her mouth. I followed her up, releasing the last of my air. Then we swam over to the side of the pool to catch our breath.

She looked right at me, and she suddenly got serious. “No cheating; ok?”

I nodded my head as I repeated, “No cheating; I promise.”

“Now this is what we’re going to do. We tread water and take three deep breaths. Then I climb into your lap, and we start fucking as I ride you down. Last one up is the winner and gets to watch the other drown. Sound good to you?”

I grinned back at her, my cock stiff and throbbing. “Sounds good to me, Lauren. Now my cock is really hard! I’m looking forward to drowning you on my dick.”

“Hunh – unh, asshole. I’m going to cum on your cock as you drown for me.”

I was incredibly aroused. I was going to fuck Lauren in a drowning contest at the bottom of her pool! Either I was going to drown with my cock inside her, or she was going to drown fully impaled on my erection.

For me, both were recurring fantasies. I was going to enjoy myself either way. One thing was certain though: someone was going to end up blowing plumes of drowning bubbles.

We swam out to the middle of the deep end. Then we started hyperventilating. If anything, my cock felt even harder. I couldn’t believe Lauren had agreed (in essence) to drown for me!

We took one last, deep breath. But instead of crawling into my lap, I turned her around and entered her from behind. Then we slipped below the surface.

The weight belts took us straight to the bottom where we ended up on our knees. I didn’t give Lauren a chance to protest. Instead, I started pumping her good and hard from behind.

I think she liked it because she didn’t resist, at least at first. We both released bubbles as we started grunting and groaning. She even hooked me with her feet, making sure I couldn’t slip out of her.

She really must have wanted to drown with my cock inside her. I grabbed her hair and really gave it to her good. She groaned up even more bubbles. I was sure I was going to outlast her.

First, I planned on filling her with my cum as she ran out of breath. Then I was going to turn her around and watch her drown. I was so excited that my cock was hard as a rock.

She loved the way I fucked her while pulling on her hair. She grunted and bubbled like an underwater whore. It was absolutely incredible.

She was going strong; she could really hold her breath! So I pumped her a little harder. I wanted her to cum and lose her breath. But amazingly, she was staying right with me.

She suddenly climbed off and turned around. Then she climbed back on and impaled herself on my shaft while she was facing me. I savagely groped her boobs as she moaned and grunted.

She gave me a few sexy nose bubbles. I gave her a few in return. But I could tell we were both starting to run out of breath.

Was she about to start drowning? I was incredibly excited. My cock had never been so hard! It felt wonderful pumping her like that at the bottom of her pool.

She began losing even more nose bubbles. Then my chest started to heave. That’s when I began to wonder just who was going to outlast who.

She suddenly lost what looked like a serious plume of nose bubbles. I figured this was it, and I became even more excited. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me in a big bear hug.

She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me. Only it wasn’t a kiss. Instead, she tried to inhale, stealing my air.

It caught me totally by surprise as she sucked the rest of my breath out of my lungs. Then Lauren cried out as she shuddered hard in orgasm. She lost most of that stolen breath in a sexy plume of nose bubbles.

She savagely milked my thrusting shaft inside her to the point where I simply couldn’t hold back. I soon found myself pumping her full of my seed. That’s when she shuddered and gurgled as she finally swallowed water, her eyes flying open in surprise.

Aha; at last! I was getting to see her drown! Then I lost a plume of bubbles as my own breath gave out.

Lauren held on tightly to my naked body as she started to drown, still impaled on my dick. I struggled as I panicked. But I could not break out of her grasp. That’s when I hitched and gurgled as I started swallowing water.

Lauren orgasmed again, furiously clenching around my hard, throbbing shaft. It felt like she was trying to squeeze every last drop out of me. I just kept shooting load after load into her tight womanhood as I kept swallowing water.

Gawd; it was incredible! I could see her drowning painfully as she rode my cock to her ultimate demise. The way she kept convulsing against me was awe-inspiring.

Her lungs were flooding, just the way I had always wanted to watch them flood. She was cumming on my dick while she was drowning for me at the bottom of her pool. It was all I’d ever hoped for… and more.

But I was drowning too. I couldn’t stop swallowing water. And I couldn’t go anywhere. Our weight belts made damn sure of that!

Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around my naked body. I’m sure she could see me drowning. There was something in her expression that indicated she was so incredibly aroused watching my lungs flood despite the agony of her own drowning. For her, it must have been glorious.

I can’t believe how much it hurt. But it was also incredibly erotic. I had succeeded in drowning Lauren. But she had also succeeded in drowning me.

Her nipples were incredibly hard. I think on some level she was enjoying her drowning. Or maybe she was enjoying mine.

My cock felt incredibly hard inside her. Drowning had always been a fantasy of mine. Now I was drowning with my dick inside Lauren.

We hitched and gurgled, still locked in each other’s grasp. Neither one of us was about to let the other one go. Strangely, it felt as though it was the best option imaginable.

Neither of us had lost. Yet neither of us had won either. Still, it seemed as though we had both gotten what we wanted by watching the other drown.

Lauren finally went limp in my grasp, still fully impaled on my dick. I could tell it must have hurt like hell. And yet, there was something in her vacant expression that indicated she’d enjoyed it on some unseen level.

My lungs heaved gently as I finished drowning. I had also achieved my greatest fantasy. I had drowned Lauren, but she had also succeeded in drowning me. It was a fitting end to our drowning contest.

2-11-22

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (8)

Posted on February 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming March rewards

My last day Pt 2
Missed signals
Going through with it
Drowning for Master
The hit on Revy
Our encounter with the Badjao 2
My visit to St. Fellat
Potpourri 3
Aravanna 17
Deadly treasure
New Mexico hanging
In his intimate arms

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

Compared to last month, February has not been that bad. Mom is doing well. And her mouse problem appears to be easing somewhat. We had some cold, snowy days, so we did not get out to eat together as much last month. And I ended up doing some snow shoveling for the place where I live. The best way to find out just how old you are is to try shoveling snow for a while.

Not much else to tell you. So I won’t keep you long. I’ll just say thanks again for being my patrons. I hope you have a good March. I’m looking forward to spring.

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The Sorority on Santamos Island 2 4.4 (66)

Posted on February 20, 2024 by riwa

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

Kumio’s body was still being used after her hanging when lunch was served. We all gathered round and got plates of barbecue and salad. Then we took our food and drinks and went off in twos and threes.

I ended up sitting with Stella and Callio. We talked a lot about Kumio’s hanging as we chowed down. We agreed the boys from the fraternity had taken advantage of the situation at poor Kumio’s expense.

“She was a good sorority girl though, wasn’t she?” Callio confessed between bites. “She didn’t put up a fuss or tried to resist or anything.”

Stella shook her head. “Of course, she consented! Loni and Nancy would have kicked her out of the sorority if she would have said no! Isn’t that right, Rubiana?”

“Probably,” I nodded after swallowing a mouthful of food. “They run the sorority with an iron hand. What they say is law, no matter where we are.”

“Yeah, but Kumio seemed excited about it,” Callio countered.

“Before or during her hanging?” I taunted.

“Well, she certainly seemed to enjoy it while she was dangling in midair.” She paused for a moment before adding, “I wonder what it felt like, hanging like that. It looked like it hurt. But she sure seemed to get into it toward the end.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been asphyxiated already… at least once?”

“Oh, I have,” she answered. “It’s just that I’ve never been hanged before.”

I told her, “Well, neither had Kumio, at least to my knowledge.”

“But she acted as though she was really enjoying herself!”

I looked at Callio and shook my head. “Surely, you’re not thinking about…”

“Of course not!” But I already had my doubts about what was going through her mind.

Callio loved orgasms. If she suspected for one second that Kumio had cum like gangbusters while she was hanging? Well, there was just no telling what she might agree to.

After lunch, we all went for a swim. There was a lot of playful splashing and dunking. Kumio’s hanging would have been forgotten were it not for the fact that her corpse kept being visited by the frat boys.

By mid-afternoon, Kumio was no longer getting any takers. I heard from one of the guys that rigor mortis was setting in and that she wasn’t as much fun to fuck anymore. I just shook my head.

We were out in the water when we saw some of the guys setting up the noose again. I could see they were talking to Loni and Nancy. So I nudged my companions and pointed.

“Uh-oh,” Stella remarked quietly. “Are they getting ready to do another hanging?”

“I think one of the guys should hang,” I snorted in disgust.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Callio mused thoughtfully. “It was really hot watching Kumio hang. I suppose it would be ok if one of the guys hanged. But I’m kind of hoping one of us goes again for round two.”

“Are you volunteering?” I asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Of course not! It’s just that… I’d just like to see one of us… you know.” I just rolled my eyes.

I was not surprised when Loni and Nancy waved us all in. I could feel my heart skip a beat. Was another one of us going to be sacrificed for the perverse pleasure of our frat brothers?

“The guys want to watch another hanging,” Loni explained. “But they don’t want to be responsible for picking someone. Instead, they’d rather have one of us volunteer.”

“How about you?” a female voice piped up. I wasn’t sure who said it.

Loni tried to identify who it was before Mark asked, “Yeah; why not you?”

“Because I’m the president of the sorority!” she retorted. “These girls would be lost without me.”

“I think life would go on without you,” Stella remarked. “Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Are you volunteering?” Loni challenged, indicating she might be “volunteered” if she wasn’t careful.

“No. I just think the guys would enjoy watching your titties bounce. Am I right, Mark?” He and several of the guys nodded.

That flustered Loni. “Now wait a minute…”

“You mean you’re not offering to volunteer for our deserving frat brothers?” another female voice called out.

“It’s not that,” Loni stammered anxiously. “I just… I just don’t want to deprive anyone else of the pleasure of hanging for our frat brothers.”

She turned toward Nancy for help. But Nancy was not saying a word. Maybe she wasn’t speaking up for fear she might get roped into hanging in Loni’s place.

Male and female voices started calling out for her to be a good sport and volunteer. I could feel the situation shifting against her. As far as I was concerned, she deserved to hang.

“I’ll do it!” Callio suddenly declared. “I’ll hang for you!”

The guys all looked at her in surprise. I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. Loni was so relieved that she acted as though she was willing to dedicate her firstborn to Callio’s memory if it meant she wouldn’t have to hang.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked. But now he suddenly seemed eager. So did the rest of the guys.

I went up to her and whispered into her ear, “Do you really want to do this?”

She just ignored me as she told the guys, “Of course! Where do I sign?”

She got a big cheer from the guys as they escorted her over to where the hotel concierge was sitting. He had not left out of consideration his services might still be needed.

I walked by Loni and gave her a nudge. “You owe Callio big time.” She looked like she was angry with me for reminding her of that. But she knew I was right.

Callio signed the proper forms. Then the guys fetched the cuffs that had been used on Kumio. “Oh wow!” she gushed as they secured her hands behind her back. “The same cuffs Kumio wore when she was hanged! This makes me feel so… so wet down below!”

The guys all cheered as they escorted her over to the noose. She was now the most popular girl on the beach. Loni was left to sulk by herself. Even Nancy abandoned her.

Mark noosed Callio. She was trembling as she whispered something into his ear. He looked at her in surprise as he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Sure; I’m sure. I want this to last longer than Kumio. After all, I can only do this once; right?”

“What if you change your mind right in the middle of everything?”

“I won’t. I mean I can’t. I signed the paperwork; remember? Just make it last longer; ok?”

“Have it your way.” Then he turned toward a couple of the guys who had eagerly grabbed onto the other end of the rope.

“Nice and slow, boys. She wants it to last. Start with bringing her up onto her toes.”

Our eyes locked, and I shook my head. She just smiled at me. Then the rope was pulled until her toes were trying to cling to the sand.

Her eyes widened as she suddenly gasped, “Down!” This caught the boys by surprise. They instinctively lowered her until she was flat-footed.

She panted for a couple of moments. Then she looked at them apologetically before telling them, “Sorry. It just kinda caught me by surprise is all. Ok. Now up!”

They slowly pulled on the rope until her toes brushed the sand again. She gawked as her legs went back and forth, her toes plowing little furrows. Then she rasped, “Down – down!”

The guys looked questioningly at Mark who nodded. They lowered her until she was flat-footed. She panted for a few moments to catch her breath.

Our eyes met, and I gave her a worried look. She just smiled at me before declaring, “All the way up now, guys!” That’s when the boys hoisted her up into the air.

Her eyes crossed as she started to kick and shimmy. Her boobs really bounced in that red-checkered string bikini of hers. She actually appeared to be enjoying herself!


It was shameful how disturbingly erotic I found it to be. Guys and girls actually started touching themselves. There were a lot of bulges in the guys’ swimsuits.

She suddenly rasped, “DOWN!” Was Mark going to honor her wishes? But he turned and nodded at the guys manning her noose to lower her back down.

Callio came down until she was flat-footed. She coughed as she rasped for breath. Then she cried out, “UP!”

Callio was pulled back up into the air, kicking and swinging like crazy. She thrust her chest out. Then she humped the air with her hips. It was incredibly erotic.

She was in the air for about a minute when she rasped, “DOWN!” The guys dutifully lowered her down until she wobbled upon the sand. It was only a few seconds before she rasped, “UP!”

Back up she went, kicking and dancing. It looked like her bottoms were soaked. Then I heard her gasp, “SO….. HORNY…”

Mark shed his trunks before walking up to her. He popped the strings to her bikini until it fell away. Then he told the guys, “Get her down here!”

They lowered her until she wrapped her legs around him, impaling herself on his erection. She rasped as she rode him. That’s when he gasped, “Fuck; she’s really clenching!”

The guys pulled up and down on the rope, just enough to make her ride his cock. She went all cross-eyed again as drool spilled out of her mouth. Mark cried out, “Fuck; she’s cumming!” Then he emptied himself into her.

He backed away until she swung free. Her legs kicked as she struggled in the noose. Then I thought I heard her rasp, “MORE…. COCK!”

Willard eagerly stepped up and dropped his suit. He helped her impale herself on his meat as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then she rode him too.

“Damn! This feels incredible! She’s really clenching!” Then he let out a grunt as he thrust hard.

He backed away, his seed dripping out of her pussy. Callio kicked and struggled as she rasped for breath. Then Dean stepped up to have a go at her.

He helped her wrap her legs around him as the guys manning her rope helped raise and lower her a little. By now, her face was turning red. But it still looked as though she was enjoying it somehow.

She got a load from Dean, adding to the cum leaking down her inner thighs. Mark called out, “You want down?” I thought I saw her try to shake her head no.

“Tie her off, boys!”

Callio was tied off. Then the rest of the frat boys took a turn with her. But she ran out of energy with the fourth one.

Her legs dangled limp as her chest heaved. It looked like she was hardly breathing. But her face had a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The guys kept enjoying her like that. I have no idea when she passed from this life into the next. It might have been the fifth or sixth guy giving her a flying fuck. But I couldn’t really tell.

For the next hour or so, she was the star attraction of the beach as she dangled lifelessly between flying fucks. Some of us girls went up to her and kissed her or gave her a hug. I noticed Loni stayed away from her though.

It was shamefully erotic. I did feel a little bad for her. But it sure as hell looked like she enjoyed it up until the very end.

As far as her popularity? I think she gave Kumio a run for her money as to being the best hanging on the beach.

5-4-23 Inspired by the binjbob drawing.

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Brooke’s Buck-fuck 4.4 (62)

Posted on February 15, 2024 by riwa

I saw it all go down in the club pool. Brooke deliberately drowned our Aqua-slut Eva. Then she threatened to make sure she stayed drowned if she ever fucked Paul again. Pretty strong language, if you ask me.

Of course I was all turned on watching the bitches go at it in the pool. Brooke held Eva upside down and worked on her cunt. Then she straddled her, humping her like crazy.

It looked like Eva orgasmed up a storm before she started hitching and convulsing. A couple of the other guys helped resuscitate the poor thing. She looked a little bedraggled, but she seemed none the worse for wear after the guys got her breathing again. I think she enjoyed the orgasms though.

We all heard the threat after they revived her. Then Brooke stalked off. She’s a bit of a bitch in the club, if you ask me.

She knows what the Club rules are. Everything’s pretty much fair game once you join. If you don’t want your guy fucking someone else underwater, neither of you should be members in the first place. Pretty simple, right?

I followed after her to see what kind of trouble she was going to cause next. She went right into the spa room containing the club’s deep soaking tub. She knows anyone who goes in there is fair game. But she seems to think the rules don’t apply to her.

I waited a minute or two before I followed her inside. The slut was lying on the bottom totally naked, touching herself all over. Was she thinking about what she’d just done to Eva? Probably.

I’ve seen Brooke in the water several times before. I’ve got to admit: she’s a pretty good breath-holder. And she loves getting off underwater just like Eva.

I don’t see why she had to pick a fight with our Aqua-slut. She and Paul shouldn’t be in here if neither one are interested in sharing. Maybe it was just an excuse to drown poor Eva, although I strongly suspect our Aqua-slut came up a storm as she was drowning.

I watched Brooke really go at it as she held her breath at the bottom of the soaking tub. She was doing what a lot of us do whenever we want to get off by ourselves. But when others come in and see what’s going on, the solo-adventure usually turns into a duet or a threesome.

I kept thinking about what she’d done to Eva and the threat she’d declared. So I decided I was going to do something about it. I went into the room while she was on the bottom holding her breath. Then I removed my swimsuit.

When she surfaced, she spotted me almost immediately. She promptly rose up out of the water while catching her breath. “Buck, what are you doing in here?”

“You know damn good and well what I’m doing in here, Brooke! You shouldn’t have threatened Eva like that. Now I’m going to defend her honor. What’s more, I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.” Then I climbed in with her.

“Buck, you wouldn’t dare!”

“Deep breath, Brooke!”

I don’t know what I expected from her. Screaming? Struggling? A poem of profanity? I didn’t care.

I pushed her head under before getting onto my knees and lifted her ass up. I grabbed her waist, centered my erection against her quivering hole and then started thrusting into her. She was nice and tight.

Her love-muscles clenched wonderfully. Was she trying to keep me out? Or was she trying to take me deeper? I didn’t bother asking.

She lost a few bubbles as she tried to rise up. I pushed her right back down before her head could clear the surface. Then I told her, “You’re in our ‘sharing tub’, Brooke. So you’d better hold onto your gawd-damn breath!”

I gave her a nice, steady fuck. Brooke’s legs slowly wrapped around my waist. I felt them tighten as though she was trying to take me deeper. So much for acting like she was pissed off with me.

She tried to rise up. I pushed her back down before she could get her head up. “You want it, Brooke, and you know it! Otherwise you wouldn’t have chosen to risk getting off in here all by yourself. You’re probably thinking about what it felt like to drown Eva, aren’t you!”

She looked at me all wide-eyed. That’s when I saw the resistance melt in her expression. Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought. She was probably reliving drowning poor Eva.

She went over backward, arching her back. Her legs tightened behind me as she grabbed onto my hands as though urging me on. Her mouth opened in an expression of great pleasure.

I told her, “You’re not pissed off at Eva. You’re just jealous! You want to be treated like an aqua-slut too, don’t you!”

Something filled her eyes… indignation maybe? She tried to rise up again, only for me to push her right back down. “Hunh – unh, baby! Not until I’ve cum. So you’d better damn well get me off or I’m gonna make those lungs of yours scream!”

The indignation in her eyes melted. Her back arched again as her head almost hit the bottom of the tub. She really fucked me, her muscles furiously milking me as her mouth opened once more in a breathless grimace of pleasure.

“Slut! Whore! You want to be fucked underwater, don’t you! You want to be abused just like Eva! You want to be an aqua-slut too, don’t you!”

I waited to see what kind of reaction that would earn me. If anything her legs tightened even more around my waist. Her hands gripped mine harder as though she desperately wanted me to keep right on fucking her.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I growled. “You act all stuck up like the club owes you. But deep down you want to be treated just like Eva, don’t you! You like how the guys all lust after her and make her cum as she holds her breath. You want to orgasm just like she does, don’t you!”

She shook her head, but I didn’t believe her. Then she lost a few more bubbles. I told her, “You’re not getting any sympathy out of me, bitch! You’re holding your breath until I pump a load deep inside you. And if you can’t hold it long enough, I guess that’s just too damn bad!”

I thought maybe she was going to fight me. Instead, she reached down to finger her button as she groped her boobs. She moaned as I pumped her harder.

“Are your lungs straining yet, Brooke? What if I don’t cum in time? What are you going to do then? I can think of one thing that might happen; can you?”

For a moment her eyes flashed open in alarm. “You remember what it was like when you drowned Eva? How’d you like to suffer the same fate?”

I thought that would get a reaction out of her. But it wasn’t the one I was expecting. If anything, she fingered herself harder as she groped her tits. Maybe she was picturing Eva drowning in her mind.

I pumped her nice and steady. “Nowhere near ready to cum, Brooke. I can see the spasms shaking your tits. Are you going to cum before or after you start to drown?”

That must have done something to her because her eyes flashed in alarm. Then she really fingered herself. To my surprise she started to hump a little as she climaxed, spewing the last of her breath away. It must have been incredibly erotic for her as she closed her eyes, almost wincing with pleasure.

She was really spasming when I pulled her head up out of the water. She gasped loudly as she struggled to catch her breath. She coughed and then glared at me before declaring, “Buck Taylor, you’ve got some fucking nerve; you know that?”

“So do you, bitch!” I replied as I pulled out of her. Then I pushed her head down. She wisely gasped for breath before her head went under in a little burst of bubbles.

I pushed her up against the end of the tub as I straddled her. Then I pushed my cock in past her lips. That’s when I began fucking her mouth.

She glubbed up a few bubbles. Once more I warned her, “Better be careful, Brooke. You were lucky I didn’t drown you when I didn’t pump you full of my spunk. You might not be so lucky this time. Let’s see how long you can hold your breath with a mouthful of cock.”

Her head was pushed to the back of the tub, but she was still under the surface. I made it so she couldn’t get away. I just thrust in and out, enjoying her nice, warm mouth.

“Well, Brooke? What about it? Going to get me off this time before you drown?”

She gave me a dirty look. Then her cheeks went all concave. She began to suck like a good little whore.

“Very good, Brooke. Just like Eva. You might make a good Aqua-slut yet. Let’s just hope you can get me off in time.”

She looked up at me, but I don’t know if it was an expression of defiance or one of accepting the challenge. I felt her tongue work around my cock inside her mouth. She was talented; I’ll give her that much.

She must have been underwater a good two minutes. “Let’s see how much of me you can take; shall we, Brooke?” Then I began to push deeper inside her.

Her eyes opened as the tip of my cock reached the back of her throat. I just kept going. Her eyes opened wider as I pushed more and more of my girth inside her.

I thought I saw a bulge in the top of her throat. Her eyes were open really wide. I pushed even more until her lips finally touched my balls.

“Better get me off, slut. I’m not sure how much longer you can hold your fucking breath!”

Her tongue came out as she tried to lick my balls. I felt her throat try to swallow me as her chest began to spasm. It was erotic as hell.

I pulled my cock back until it cleared the back of her throat. Then I rammed it home. She gagged up sexy bubbles when I did that two or three times.

Her chest really began to heave. I rammed myself deep a couple more times. Then I pulled all the way out before pulling her head up by a handful of hair.

She gasped like crazy as she coughed a couple of times. “Damn you, Buck!”

“You’re quite the slut, Brooke.”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah?”

I turned her around in the soaking tub. I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Then I started to push my way into her pussy from behind.

“Asshole!”

I just leaned close. Then I whispered into her ear, “Tell me you need a good Buck-fucking.”

“Go to hell!”

“Have it your way.” Then I forced her head under.

A burst of bubbles came up as I thrust in and out of her. I could feel her clenching around my shaft as I went deep. Then I just stopped, holding myself deep inside her.

At first she bubbled in confusion. Then she tried pushing back against me. I could feel her love muscles trying to milk me. I just remained deep inside her without hardly moving.

She bubbled as she spasmed from lack of air. I waited until it seemed like she was really straining to hold her breath. Then I pulled her head up.

She came up gasping like crazy. Then she sputtered, “What the hell?”

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Tell me you need a good Buck-fucking.”

“You’re insane!”

I pushed her back down into the water, holding her arms behind her back while making sure she couldn’t get her head up. I just held her there as I held my cock deep inside her. I did not do any thrusting at all.

At first she did nothing. Then she tried to push back against me. I felt her clench as she bubbled a little.

I made her hold her breath like that. A minute went by… and then another minute. More bubbles came up.

I pulled her head back up, listening to her gasp up at the surface. Once more she panted, “What the fuck??!!”

“Tell me, Brooke. Say the words.”

“Fuck off, Buck! Damn you!”

“I guess you don’t want to cum. I might as well drown you then.” Then I pushed her head back down into the water.

She bubbled as she wriggled a little. I just held myself in place. She felt wonderful, and I was trying to see how long I could last before I couldn’t hold off any longer. It was becoming a battle of wills.

Once more she began pushing back against me. Her muscles started milking me again. There were more bubbles of frustration.

I waited, occasionally moving in and out just a little. That drove her wild. She really tried to squeeze me, but it didn’t have much effect.

She went into breathless spasms again. It was pretty damned sexy watching her struggle to hold her breath. I finally allowed her head back up.

She came up gasping like crazy. “Well, Brooke?”

“Damn you! Will you just get on with it?”

“Say it.”

“NEVER!”

“Have it your way. I’ll just cum after you’ve drowned.” Then I pushed her head back down under the surface.

I slid in and out a little, just enough to create some friction. She bubbled in frustration. Her hands tried to jerk out of my grasp, but I held on tightly.

She wriggled as she tried to push back against me. I felt her muscles clenching again. I thought I heard her scream in frustration as a froth of bubbles came up.

“Now you’re really going to drown,” I laughed. “You can’t lose a lot of air like that and expect to hold your breath.”

I slowly slid inside her, driving her insane. She bubbled again until I thought most of her air was gone. Her chest heaved ominously before I heard a bubbly cry.

“What was that, Brooke?”

She bubbled again as she tried to speak. I kept her down until it looked like she was starting to convulse. Then I pulled her head up.

She gasped several times. Then she finally caught her breath enough to cry out, “OK-OK! BUCK-FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! BUCK-FUCK ME!”

I brutally slammed her head back down into the water. I chuckled, “There; was that so hard?” Then I really started pounding the shit out of her.

Her cunt went into wonderful spasms as she began to shudder. Damn, she was already cumming up a storm! It was more than enough to send me over the edge.

I roared out my release as I rammed myself deep and hard. She cried out another froth of bubbles. Then she furiously milked me as I pumped and spurted deep inside her.

She stiffened and then shuddered violently. She finished milking every last drop out of me. Then I let her go as I stood up and climbed out of the soaking tub.

For a moment she stayed just like that, on her knees and bent over with her head in the water. She appeared to struggle getting herself up. Then she managed to rise up on her knees with her head out of the water.

She clung to the side of the tub, panting like crazy. Her eyes were closed, her nipples hard. It looked as though she was really struggling to catch her breath.

She looked right at me. I could tell by her expression she didn’t know how she was supposed to react. “That’s for threatening Eva,” I told her. “Oh, just one more thing.”

“What’s… that?”

“If I ever catch you alone in here again, I promise you’re going to get more of the same. Any questions?”

I think she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. So I dried off, put my swimming suit back on and walked out. I left her there, still panting heavily.

Update

It’s been three days since Brooke drowned Eva. I just saw her heading for the soaking tub again. She looked right at me before walking right on by. She even stared at me for a long moment from the doorway before going inside.

2020 (written Oct 19 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul vidcap/renders.)

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Joia 7-9 3.4 (24)

Posted on February 10, 2024 by riwa

7

Joia sobbed quietly in her darkened room as though she would never stop. Her sorrow at watching Gemina suffer and die was eclipsed only by the shame of her body’s response as she witnessed the event.

The thought that she might have to watch every one of her companions lose their head in a similar manner was almost more than she could bear. What made it all the worse was the way she could not seem to control her shameful reactions.

She quietly sobbed as her mind replayed Gemina’s suffering over and over again. Her body tensed in preparation for another humiliating, yet pleasurable, release. Then she heard a rustling in the darkness, followed by a soothing voice…

“Shhh…”

“Who’s there?” she whispered quietly, her heart leaping in her throat as she rubbed the tears out of her eyes.

“Hush, my child.”

It was Ysabella…

“You should not be here,” Joia told her anxiously, sniffling as her matron gently caressed her face.

“I must warn you, Joia. Clemencia is in a dangerous mood. She wishes to watch each one of you lose your head. She is an exceedingly cruel Mistress, desirous of more power within the compound. When Master is displeased, it brings her great joy to take one of you out and watch you lose your head.”

“I am in danger?” Joia murmured quietly in alarm. “What about the others? What about Marsona?”

“Yes – yes; all of you! Joia, you must be careful! If Master is not pleased, Clemencia will see to it that all of you are slaughtered!”

“Then Master must be pleased,” Joia responded. “It is the only way.” She could take no more humiliation by continuing to watch her sisters die one by one, only to feel perverse pleasure during their suffering.

“Tell me what I must do, Ysabella! You must tell me! I can bear this no longer. Surely Mistress will soon take Marsona’s head. I do not wish to be there when it happens. Please, Ysabella! Tell me what I can do to stop all this!”

8

Two days passed before anyone was summoned again. The girls were left in a state of heightened anxiety. None of them wanted to see Clemencia come for any of them.

A feeling of dread and despair settled upon them all. As for Joia, she learned all she could from her matron. She was determined to learn how to satisfy Master’s lusts.

She had made her decision. If it was within her control, the next girl fated to lose her head was going be her. She did not wish to see even one more of her sisters suffer, especially her friend Marsona.

Mistress finally stepped into the room on the third day. All conversations were effectively silenced. No one dared make eye contact with her.

They all looked away, fearful she might choose one of them. Joia saw the look in Clemencia’s eyes. To her it was as though the woman was looking to send someone to their death.

“Master has need of one of you,” Mistress said in a casual manner. From Joia’s perspective, they were words from a poisonous serpent.

“Whom shall I take to see Master? Who wishes to provide such an honorable duty?”

Joia stepped forward, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. “I shall go.” She tried to sound confident despite the fact her insides were quivering.

Clemencia scowled at her. A volunteer was not who she was looking for.

She tried to look beyond Joia at one of the others. “Perhaps I should take…” That’s when Joia stepped right in front of her.

“Am I not suitable, Mistress?” Then she bowed her head low.

She could tell Clemencia was annoyed at her. But it was better to risk losing her own head than to witness the death of another of her captive sisters.

Mistress paused, taken aback by having one of the girls offering herself so willingly. Then she sighed irritably before grabbing Joia by the wrist.

“Come with me, if you will. If Master likes you, perhaps he will allow you to keep your head.” There was cruel amusement in her smile.

Joia heard quiet gasps from all around. But she observed none looking directly at her save Marsona. Her friend was giving her an anxious glance.

She tried to return a smile of reassurance. It was a reassurance she did not feel in the slightest. Then Clemencia roughly pulled her out of the room.

Joia went willingly, resigned to her fate. She firmly believed the result would be the loss of her head. But it would all be worth it in the end, so long as she would not have to bear witness to another of the girls being slaughtered by the blade…

9

Ysabella’s words served her well. The experience was not altogether unpleasant. On the contrary, Master’s touch was gentle, and she willingly gave herself to him.

She adapted quickly. Despite the disgrace of such intimacy outside a proper betrothal, Joia felt a pleasure from his penis. The encounter succeeded in blotting out the horrors she had witnessed thus far.

Joia noticed the marks on Master’s face from the struggle with Alviva. She kissed them tenderly. Then she begged forgiveness for her sister’s violent reaction.

She wished to honor the slaughtered girl’s spirit. But inwardly her desires lay elsewhere. She truly wanted to spare the rest of the girls from the blade, if that was even within her reach.

Her gesture was not entirely marked by a desire to spare the others. His gentle caresses had touched her deeply. She even found herself hoping he might call upon her to return for a future encounter.

Before she left Master’s private chamber, he allowed her to speak freely. She offered her head in the hopes it would spare the others. He declined, telling her she had found favor in his sight.

However, he did give her words of hope. Master told her he would spare the others if it would ultimately bring her peace. They only had to submit with a willing spirit.

Joia bowed low, thanking him for the precious gift of all their lives. She told him she was in his debt. She would humbly return to serve him any time he so desired.

Joia was forced to wait outside the chamber as Mistress was summoned inside to speak to Master. When she emerged a short time later, her face was twisted with rage. Clemencia’s eyes burned at her with an intense hatred.

Joia swallowed hard. Now it appeared her best efforts were all for naught. Instead of saving all their lives, she had just made a very powerful enemy.
—
Over the next several days Joia made a point of telling each girl how she had willingly given her body to quench Master’s lusts. It was humiliating to share such intimate things. She did her best to avoid specific details of their time together as much as possible. However, she assured them that if they were submissive, she had Master’s word there would be no further harm bestowed upon any of them.

All the girls took her words to heart. Over time, each one was called to serve in Master’s private chamber. Certain ones were summoned more than others.

Joia was summoned most of all. Thoughts of the falling blade had previously filled her nights with despair as well as shameful pleasure. But now they began to diminish.

Her position increased in the eyes of her female companions. They began to look to her for wisdom, almost as much as their individual matrons. In the meantime, she found herself being drawn more and more to Master’s gentle, loving touch.

Their increased attention and devotion toward Joia did not escape Clemencia’s notice. Neither did the young woman’s growing closeness to Master. Mistress grew increasingly harsh with her.

Joia kept her mistreatment hidden from Master. Clemencia still had great power. But so long as Master was pleased with her and her sisters, life would be more tolerable than the alternative.

 

What she did not count on was the day Master’s travel plans took him away from the compound…

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 15 ’10; ed. Jan 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 17 3.5 (22)

Posted on February 5, 2024 by riwa

Shelly in Cancun 17 – Revelations

Another man emerges from the shadows as though he just came from another part of the building. His sudden appearance makes me jerk with a start. I recognize him as the other man who helped kidnap me.

I shiver with dread. Now there are two of them. Our odds of survival have drastically diminished.

“I believe she’s in the building now,” the new one says to my captor in a similar Hispanic accent. “Now we will have our case.”

The first one nods. Then they both stand together and wait. I tremble like mad as I stand in the opening near the edge of the tank as far away from them as possible.

Somewhere on the floor below I hear a cry of alarm. I suspect Andria has just encountered Almonte’s body. It sounds like there’s a third Hispanic male trying to move her along.

I wonder who she might be with as tears fill my eyes. I firmly believe we’re both going to drown together. It makes my damn pussy throb again.

All of the sudden I hear a scream of horror. I know in an instant she’s seen Shiori and Emiko. A moment later we all hear “SHELLY? SHELLY??”

Feet race up the rest of the steps. I hear a Hispanic male voice telling her to wait for him. But I can tell she’s freaked out.

I’m certain all she can think about now is my safety. Gawd; I wish she wouldn’t have come.

“SHELLY??”

She bursts in from the other side of the room, case in hand. Then she sees me. “SHELLY!” she screams in fear and relief, happy to see me alive.

Another Hispanic male comes up behind her. I assume he’s the one who accompanied her in here. But he’s not nearly as threatening nor as intimidating.

I get the impression he’d much rather be anywhere else. I suspect he’s nothing more than an employee of the aquarium. Was he someone they used to get inside the building?

Andria takes me in with a long look. Then her eyes widen in horror at my appearance. She sees me naked, standing near the edge of the tank with my rope tied to a concrete block.

She gasps in horror. I whimper with fright, wishing she wouldn’t have come. Now I’m thinking we’re both going to drown.

“No!” she cries out, her eyes welling up with tears. “Not my Shelly?! I’ve got your damn case! You can have it; just give Shelly back to me!”

“Slide it to us,” my captor’s companion says evenly, holding his hand out. “Slide it to us and you can go to your friend.” Andria frantically slides it along the floor toward them.

As they bend down to open it up she runs over to me. I’m trembling like a leaf, feeling like my muscles might give out any second. The last thing we both need is for me to go tumbling off the edge into the tank.

“‘Shel’, are you all right?” she gasps anxiously, feeling me all over. I “mmmph” at her. Then she holds me tight, sobbing into my shoulder as my eyes fill with tears.

We’re both in grave danger. But I actually feel better now that she’s here with me. I also feel sick inside, suspecting we’re both about to join Shiori and Emiko.

“I was so worried about you!” she gasps as she looks at me. “When I came back, the bungalow was trashed! You were gone and there was this note!”

She sobs again, holding me tight. I’m comforted by the warmth of her body. I can tell she’s trembling with fear.

She goes to pull the tape off my mouth. But my captor raises a hand to stop her. “Not yet, senorita,” he warns her. “First we must know if it is all here.”

“Yes – yes; it’s all there!” Andria gasps anxiously. “I didn’t open it; I don’t want to know what’s inside! Now can I pull the tape off? I’m going to take my friend and go, ok? What did you do with her clothes?”

She looks around until she finds them in a pile on the floor. She goes to reach for them until she sees they’ve been cut off my body and are no longer suitable for wearing. “What did you do to Shelly’s clothes??”

Her eye is suddenly drawn toward a lone concrete block. There’s a length of rope lying by itself on the floor. No doubt it’s waiting to be secured to her ankles.

A look of horror instantly washes across her face. “NO! You said you wouldn’t HURT us… not as long as I brought the case back to you!”

She grabs onto me and holds me tight, trembling with fear. I wish I could communicate something to her… tell her to run. But I suspect it’s much too late for that.

“Let her go!” Andria cries out anxiously. “Untie her; take me instead!”

Tears of love fill my eyes as I start protesting into my gag while shaking my head. There’s no way in hell I want her drowning in my place!

“It’s out of our hands, senorita,” my captor says, shrugging his shoulders.

“DON’T HURT SHELLY!” Andria screams in panic.

“They’re not going to hurt Shelly,” a new voice announces from the shadows.

The voice is familiar. We both turn in shock. Jake emerges into the dim light of the area we’re standing in.

“Jake?? Ohmygawd; they said you were dead!!” Then she rushes into his arms, bawling like a baby into his shoulder.

I’m relieved as hell to see he’s alive and well. But a moment later my brow furrows. Things are not adding up.

I remember my captor telling me they had to dispose of him. I suddenly have a very bad feeling about all this. It’s a feeling that’s confirmed the moment I notice Jake grab Andria by her shoulders and hold her out at arm’s length.

There is no affection for Andria in his posture. Then he turns and smiles at the two men standing with the case. “Didn’t I tell you she would come through for her friend? I told you I would get your case back to you if you just captured the other one.”

Andria is shocked and confused. “Jake? What’s going on? I don’t understand.”

But I understand all too clearly. He sees I know by the look of horror in my eyes. He gives me a sympathetic smile before he pats Andria on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry it has to end this way,” he tells her quietly. “But I had to find a way to convince them I’d get their case back and that I really want to be a part of all this. I’m sorry, babe. It was either you two or me. If it hadn’t been for that damn storm everything would have worked out fine.”

“Jake?? Jake, you can’t mean…”

Andria gasps in horror. I think she’s finally starting to get it. Her eyes open wide in complete and utter shock.

She takes a frightened step back. Now she’s looking at him as though seeing who he truly is for the very first time. Inside, my heart is breaking for her.

“It was the only way, babe,” Jake says apologetically. “Once you hid the case, there was no other way to get you to bring it here… not unless Shelly was involved.”

“Jake?? You mean… you mean YOU set this up?!” That’s when Andria backs away from her boyfriend in disbelief and alarm.

“DAMN YOU!” I grunt into the tape over my mouth. I feel an erotic shudder of horrific arousal course through my body. This is not going well at all. Now I can really feel the tank looming ominously behind us.

Andria looks down at the rope around my ankles before turning and looking down into the tank, knowing who already inhabits it. Then she gets this horrific flash of revelation in her eyes. She turns and looks at him in utter disbelief.

“Jake, you didn’t… did you??”

He nods as though somewhat proud of his accomplishment. Maybe he’s posturing for the others. “Had to be done, babe. No loose ends; no witnesses. If you’re going to play with the big boys, you’ve got to get your hands dirty.”

Tears well up in Andria’s eyes. “But they were our FRIENDS!” she wails with grief. “How COULD you??”

She looks over at the man who accompanied her here, hoping he of all people might show us some compassion and intervene on our behalf. He merely stands there with a frightened look on his face. Once more I find myself wondering if he’s just an employee.

The poor guy probably has a wife and kids. He’s no doubt hoping he can just get out of this alive. I see a flash of sorrow and regret in his eyes that he has brought someone to her doom. I’m betting he feels in way over his head, and I wonder if he will also meet an untimely end before daybreak.

Without saying another word Jake turns and kneels into the shadows before producing a roll of duct tape, confirming my worst fears. Then he advances on Andria. She backs away from him until she’s in the opening with me, almost up against the end of the floor. There’s nothing but tank and water laying one more step behind her.

“Sorry to have to do this to you, babe,” he says as he tears off a piece of tape. “But a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do!”

“No!” she gasps, shaking her head. “Jake, DON’T… MMMMPH!”

Her eyes widen in disbelief and horror as he tapes her mouth shut. I’m so sorry for her. I’ve never felt so bad for someone – or so utterly helpless – in my entire life.

“BASTARD!” I scream into the tape covering my mouth. He has to grab her before she pitches over backwards into the tank. Then he pulls her back in and spins her body around before taping her wrists behind her back.

The two men watch impassively. The employee watches with an expression of fear and utter helplessness. My heart hammers in my chest as my pussy drips with horrific anticipation.

Andria screams Jake’s name into the tape covering her mouth as he finishes taping her wrists together behind her back. Then he motions toward my captor. The knife is pulled out and thrown in his direction.

He manages to catch the handle without cutting himself. Then he starts cutting away his former girlfriend’s clothes. Andria shakes her head as she cries out in despair and anguish, her world shattered into a million pieces.

I can’t cry anymore. I know what our immediate future holds now. Despite my fear of dying, I’m feeling a shameful arousal. All I can do is watch in sorrow and helplessness as he cuts Andria out of her street clothes, saving her shoes and socks for last.

We both watch him walk over and pick up the other concrete block with its length of rope. Jake shows no remorse whatsoever. Then he brings it back to where we are standing.

Andria tries to back away from him. He simply grabs her and steadies her before he starts tying the end of the rope to her ankles. “It’ll all be over soon,” the bastard says to us both in a soothing voice as though trying to reassure us.

I hear Andria whimper through the tape covering her mouth. I think she’s begging him to reconsider. But I can already tell it’s no use.

The Jake she knew and loved is long gone. In his place is a cold-hearted, drug-pushing, murdering bastard. After all, he’s the one who’s responsible for the deaths of Almonte and our two Japanese friends. Sadly, Andria and I will both be joining them in a matter of minutes.

My pussy throbs with a terrible ache at our impending fate. Jake finishes binding Andria’s ankles as she whimpers and sobs, her heart broken. My own heart breaks for her.

I feel a sudden calmness at my impending demise. Then I give him a disgusted look as he stands up and looks at us both. He now acts as though he doesn’t give a damn.

“Sorry I have to do this, girls,” he says coldly, “but you both have seen the case. I’m sure you know what’s inside. You’ve also seen my two comrades in arms. Obviously we can’t afford to let you go.”

Andria shakes her head in terror, her eyes wet with tears. I just give him a disgusted. He’s nothing more than a worthless insect that needs to be squashed underfoot.

I risk a glance at our other captors. The looks on their faces make me wonder how much longer they will tolerate his presence. The naïve fool probably doesn’t suspect a thing.

“Sorry to have to do this to you, ‘Shel’,” he says, patting me on the shoulder. “No hard feelings?”

I make a gesture of spitting at him. But it stays in my mouth behind the duct tape. He smirks at me, knowing I can’t hurt him.

Jake looks at the two men who are watching him carefully. I see a brief flash of concern in his face. That’s when I get the impression he’s nothing but a two-bit punk, trying to show the big boys he’s on their level.

I get the feeling that if it had not been for him they might actually have taken the case back and allowed us all to live. Now he’s doomed us all. Will the moron figure it out before it’s too late? Probably not.

The bastard turns back in my direction. I see a wicked smile cross his face. Then he reaches for his zipper and pulls it down.

In an instant I know what he wants. He just has to play one more card. It’s one more attempt on his part to prove his fucking manhood to the others.

Damn him!

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, Shelly.” I grunt as he turns me around and bends me over the nearest section of railing. Then the bastard sticks his hardening prick up my cunt and starts thrusting.

I’m humiliated at my penetration. It’s certainly not because of his sexual skills. It’s merely because my damn arousal at my impending fate has made me wet as hell, making it easy for him to slide right inside.

“Well what do you know,” he tells me with a cruel smile. “You’re wet and raring to go, ‘Shel’.”

“FUCK YOU!” I scream into the tape covering my mouth.

Andria’s scream of horror is muffled. I try to give her a disgusted look. I want her to know this little prick who used to be the man she loved isn’t worth the effort anymore.

He cums in no time at all. I give him a look of utter disdain. The only thing I feel ashamed about is the fact my damn pussy enjoyed being filled one last time… and by HIM, no less!

The bastard zips back up, only to look over at the two men he is in league with. I can tell by the looks on their faces they are not impressed. Then he turns back toward the two of us, deciding he’d better get on with it.

“Time to go, girls,” he says, trying to sound all tough and business-like.

2009; 2021 (written May 26 ’09; ed. Aug 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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AF’s Payday (plus bonus chapter) 3.8 (22)

Posted on January 31, 2024 by riwa

Allison and Tammi relaxed in patio chairs by their pool, enjoying their newly-acquired wealth.

“We sure showed that fucker, didn’t we?” Tammi said, referring to their boss.

“We sure did,” Allison agreed. “Even though he didn’t give us that raise? It didn’t matter to us. We went and made our own raise!”

“We should have strung him up by his balls while we were there and let him swing for a while.”

Allison laughed, picturing her boss hanging in the wind by his privates. She was giddy because of the briefcase full of money sitting between them. She was also giddy from the champagne

“Shall we make a toast?”

“Sure,” Tammi agreed, reaching for the glass next to her patio chair.

“To the raise we got from our own initiative!”

Tammi couldn’t help chuckling. She was also feeling giddy, excited over their successful heist. Now she wanted to go for a swim, eager to shed her bikini from the excitement of the moment.

She got up and walked down the steps into the shallow end. Then she set out across the pool. It wasn’t long before her two bikini pieces were floating around in the water.

‘That’s a good idea,’ Allison thought as she watched her friend take her suit off. She stood up and removed her bikini as well. Then she changed her mind as she sat back down to enjoy a little more champagne.

She grabbed the bottle and drank right out of it, thinking about their recent heist. She was becoming a little tipsy from their successful venture. But there was no harm in that, right?

As she took another drink she began to consider how they’d acquired the cash in the briefcase. The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became. Something didn’t feel right.

“Why should I share with her?” she slurred tipsily. “I’m the one who did all the work.” And with that a rather dangerous idea sprang to mind.

Removing her sunglasses, she walked to the shallow end and stepped unsteadily into the pool. That was a nice haul they’d taken in. But splitting it only one way would be so much more profitable.

She walked over to Tammi and drunkenly asked, “So what are you going to do with your share?”

“I was going to open a hair salon. You can join me if you want. We could pool our resources and be the best hair salon on the West coast.”

That confirmed it. Tammi had already decided how she wanted her friend to use her share. There was no way she was investing her half of the loot in a hair-brained salon scheme. She wanted it all.

Allison pushed Tammi down into the water. Her partner in crime bubbled drunkenly. But when she tried to get up she discovered Allison wasn’t about to let her reach the surface.

She bubbled and struggled, indicating she wanted up. But her coworker would not relent. Something was terribly wrong.

This didn’t feel like a drunken game in the pool or anything like that. Her partner in crime seemed serious! What the hell??

Tammi finally scrambled out from underneath her. She got a much-needed breath as she stood up. Then she shoved Allison backward into the water.

Allison reached out and snagged Tammi’s leg. Once more she was able to force her back down. This time she straddled her for better leverage.

Tammi managed to burst up to the surface. Moments later they were both on their feet. But Allison couldn’t stop now that she’d committed herself.

She began grappling with her coworker. Tammi gasped, “What’s the matter with you?”

“I don’t wanna invest in your stupid hair salon!”

“Ok – ok; you don’t have to!”

“I don’t intend to. I have my own investments to make. That means I want it all!”

“You bitch!”

Tammi caught Allison off-guard. She shoved her into the water and then got on top of her. The bitch couldn’t drown her if she was the one pinned to the bottom of the pool; right?

It finally registered in her champagne-addled brain what was going on. Allison wanted it all for herself. But if the stupid bitch were to “accidentally drown” she would get to keep all the money!

It would be so easy. They’d both been drinking. That would make it look like an accident. All she had to do was keep Allison down long enough.

Tammi grabbed her friend’s arms and pinned them behind her back. Allison struggled as she cried out, her red hair flowing all around. The more Tammi thought about it, the more she liked the idea of keeping the loot all to herself.

Allison struggled to get out of the grip of her co-worker. She finally broke away. Then she swam all the way to the edge of the pool where a weight belt beckoned to her.

For a moment Tammi felt regret. She called out, “Let’s not fight, ok? There’s plenty for everybody.”

In reply Allison declared, “I want it all!”

As her coworker approached she jumped onto Tammi’s back and pushed her back under the surface. She struggled with her and the weight belt, wanting to attach it if possible. Arms and legs waved everywhere as the two drunken women struggled with each other.

Allison finally managed to wrap the belt around Tammi, making sure to secure it. Then she stretched her coworker out along the pool floor with a firm grasp around her waist. The belt would help, but she needed to make sure her partner in crime never got back up.

Tammi bubbled as she reached for Allison’s hands, desperate to pry them loose. The alcohol was affecting her ability to hold her breath as well as her ability to think clearly. She struggled to push herself up off the pool floor.

Allison sensed her coworker was about to break free again. She quickly wrapped a leg around her friend’s chest. She simply had to keep her from reaching the surface. A little more effort and she would successfully double her payday.

Tammi was becoming exhausted. It was getting harder to coordinate her efforts. This was crazy!

Allison sensed it wouldn’t be much longer. She stood up for a breath, gasping loudly. Then she placed a foot down on Tammi’s back, holding her down with relative ease.

Tammi grunted and bubbled as her chest heaved. She couldn’t rise up and she couldn’t get the foot off her back! She wriggled and squirmed, but she just couldn’t get back to the surface.

Allison laughed with wicked glee. Soon the money would all be hers. “I’m the one who did all the work, bitch! It should all go to me anyway!”

Tammi bubbled as she lost precious bursts of air. She was tired, and the alcohol was having an effect on her. What’s more, Allison was a better swimmer and breath-holder.

She coughed, sending air bursting out of her mouth. Tammi inhaled reflexively, sending her into painful spasms. She coughed, choked and gurgled as her lungs began to flood while her breasts bounced and wobbled.

Allison watched with intense satisfaction. She could see the air coming up in huge bursts. It wouldn’t be much longer until the money was all hers.

Tammi shuddered before she went limp. Stray bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. She stared lifelessly, a vacant look of shock and betrayal in her eyes.

Allison watched a last burst of air reach the surface. The woman under her foot grew still. It was all over.

Allison walked to the steps leading out of the pool. She looked over at the briefcase and smiled. Then she looked down into the water.

“Thanks, Tammi! I knew you’d see things my way.”

2004; 2020 (written Mar 14 ’04; ed. Jun 1 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua fantasies “Mermaids in Peril Vol. 6 and are for illustration purposes only.

Part 2

Allison dreamed Tammi had gotten the upper hand and was drowning her in the pool. She couldn’t break out of her grasp and she couldn’t reach the surface. She was going to drown because the bitch wanted all the loot for herself.

She tried to scream but nothing would come out. She tried to struggle but she felt as though she was submerged in molasses. Tammi’s grip was tight, her expression one of cruel vindictiveness.

Allison cried out as she sat upright in the patio chair. She panted heavily for breath over the dreadful nightmare. She was groggy from sleep and drink.

She looked down into the pool. Tammi was still there. The weight belt was still wrapped around her waist.

“I deserve it all!” she told the corpse. “I did all the work. Why should I share it with you?”

She reached down and found the nearly empty bottle of champagne. She took a long drink, almost finishing the bottle. The sun was warm and she was so tired.

She thought about going for a quick dip in the pool. But Tammi was still in the water. She hadn’t bothered to call anyone to get her out.

She looked down at the briefcase full of money. It was still there. It wouldn’t do to call anyone while the proceeds of their theft lay visible for the cops to observe. She would wait to call later.

She relaxed in the chair, thinking of what they’d done to steal from their boss. A smile crossed her face. No one would ever suspect it was them.

The sun was warm; she was still feeling tired. She thought about going inside and hiding their purloined cash. But she was getting sleepy again. Perhaps she would feel better after another little nap.

Once more Allison drifted off to sleep. And once more she dreamed of being drowned in the water. This time it was her boss who was holding her under, angry over her theft.

She struggled in his grasp. But once more the water felt like molasses. She could hardly move.

She tried to tell him it had all been Tammi’s idea. She tried to beg him not to drown her. Now he was tying her feet together in order to make her drowning more effective…….

Allison cried out again as she woke up. A figure blocked the sun coming down on her. She looked up to see Mickey standing over her. Lefty was kneeling while tying rope around her ankles.

With a fright she turned to look for the briefcase of cash. It was no longer there. “I moved it,” Mickey explained matter-of-factly as though guessing her next question.

Lefty was still tying her ankles together. On the cement next to her chair lay a circular, iron weight. Allison cried out in alarm.

“A present from Phil,” Mickey explained again. “He doesn’t like bitches like you and Tammi stealing from him.”

She inhaled sharply as her mind scrambled to recover the situation. Then she pointed at the water. “It was all Tammi’s idea! She’s the one who suggested we steal it! She was going to drown me, but I got her first!”

“Unlikely,” Mickey replied in that damnably calm voice. “She barely knows how to type, file and make coffee. Phil knows it was all your idea.”

“It was all Tammi, Mickey! I was going to bring it all back; I swear! You know me better than that!”

“Yes, I do,” he replied evenly.

At that point Lefty began attaching the rope from Allison’s ankles to the iron weight. She gasped again as she sat up. Then she tried to beat on him with her fists… “Lefty, stop it!”

Mickey calmly grabbed her arms. He forcibly pulled them behind her back. Then he turned her around to get a better view of her backside as he began securing her wrists together with more rope.

Allison began hyperventilating. She was completely sober now. Phil’s two henchmen were scaring the shit out of her.

“Mickey, I was going to pay it back; I swear!”

“I’m sure you were, Allison.”

“The whole thing was Tammi’s idea! Mickey, you’ve got to believe me!”

“Sure, Allison; sure.”

“Mickey; stop!!”

“In a minute, Allison.”

In her panic she hadn’t realized she was still naked until now. Allison saw only one way out of the jam she was in. In growing desperation she gasped, “Let me go and I’ll do anything you want!”

“I’m sure you mean that, Allison.” He was still so damned calm.

“You know I mean it, Mickey! I’ve seen you giving me the eye! I know you want me! I want you too! Let me go and I’ll prove it to you! I’ll prove it to you both!”

“In a minute, Allison.”

She let out a yelp as he tightened the rope around her wrists. She was wide-eyed and panicked to see Lefty finish up with her ankles and the weight. In desperation she told him, “You know you want to; don’t you, Lefty? Tell Mickey to let me go! You can take the money back and I’ll suck and fuck you both! We only bought the champagne; the rest is still there! I’ll pay the difference; I promise – OUCH!”

“You get the legs; I’ll get the other end.” Lefty nodded. Together they picked Allison up off her chair.

“No… no… don’t do this! Mickey, I’ll do anything! Mickey, I love you!”

“I’m sure you do, Allison.”

“I mean it; don’t do this!”

They walked her around the pool to the deep end. Allison got a good view of Tammi’s naked corpse in the water, the weight belt still in place. She began hyperventilating at the horrifying thought she was about to join her.

“Mickey, don’t do this! Lefty, I didn’t mean it! You guys are making a big mistake!”

“Ready?” Lefty nodded in reply. Without any fanfare they calmly hefted her into the pool.

Alison let out a cry before she hit the water with a splash. The iron weight sank straight to the bottom, pulling her down with it. It bottomed out, leaving her head less than a foot from the surface.

Allison could see Tammi lying in the shallow end. That vacant, betraying stare was still there. But there was no way her coworker could come to her aid now.

Allison twisted as she struggled with her wrists. But they’d been secured much too tightly. She jerked her arms behind her back as she grunted and bubbled.

She looked up at the surface. Mickey and Lefty were clearly standing there watching her. She could see them right there by the side of the pool.

Maybe they were only trying to scare her. Maybe they were going to set her free. If that was the case, why hadn’t either one of them gotten undressed to dive in after her??

Her lungs burned in her chest. She tried kicking, but her ankles remained secured to the iron weight. She could feel the panic rising within her as her stomach began to ripple, her chest heaving.

She shook her head, her crimson tresses flowing around her face. She cried out toward the surface, losing a burst of bubbles. Panic made her jerk around against her tether.

Her chest heaved ominously. Allison gulped a mouthful of water. An explosion of bubbles burst out of her mouth.

Instantly she started hitching and convulsing. She began swallowing water while inhaling it as well. She hitched as she went into seizures, her convulsions bending her over at the waist.

She could see Tammi watching her. She tried to scream, but nothing came out other than a few bubbles. Then the pain lessened as darkness closed in all around her.

Up at the surface the guys watched the last of the bubbles come up. The surface of the pool became still. It looked like Allison was gently swaying back and forth as her red hair settled all around her head.

“Get the cash,” Mickey told Lefty matter-of-factly.

His accomplice nodded as the two men walked around the pool. Lefty picked up the briefcase that had been sealed up, the cash safely secured inside. Then they calmly walked out of the backyard, leaving Tammi and Allison to share the fruits of their ill-advised payday.

2020 (written Jun 2 ’20 by riwa)

(Pictures found and used for illustration purposes.)

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Melvie rides Victor’s guillotine (part 2) 4.4 (30)

Posted on January 30, 2024 by riwa

Part 2

I have no idea how long I was out. But I don’t think it was very long. When I regained consciousness, the lunette was up off my neck. And my hands were no longer cuffed behind my back.

Chad smiled as he helped me sit up. “That was incredible!” he blurted out. “You were so tight that I couldn’t pull out until you passed out. That was one hell of a ride!”

“I’m not surprised,” Frieda told him with a knowing smile. “The guys seem to love it when their date cums in the guillotine, especially while he’s fucking her.”

“I can see why,” Chad replied with an understanding smile.

“The bench is really wet now,” Mera observed as she looked down at it. “All that cum…”

“I can get a rag and clean it up if you wish.”

Mera looked at Frieda and shook her head. “No, you don’t have to just yet.” Then she looked at her male companion as she started to strip before asking, “Donahue, how’d you like a blowjob while your bitch is lying in cum?”

Donahue curiously looked around at all of us. But we had no objections. Frieda smiled as she told him it was all right with her.

The brunette laid out on the bench until her knees hung off the back. She wriggled around in the sticky substance as though she was getting off on it. Then Frieda cuffed her wrists behind her back.

The lunette was quickly brought down upon her neck. Mera gasped as though things had suddenly gotten real. “Changing your mind?” Donahue asked her with a nasty grin.

“Yes… er, uh… no… oh hell, just do it already!”

Donahue pulled down his pants and briefs. He had a growing erection that looked pretty tasty to me. Then he carefully knelt right in front of the guillotine, leaving room in case her head came off so it would drop into the wicker basket below.

Mera opened her mouth and took him between her lips. His dick stiffened even more. My own lips began to tingle with longing as I watched her.

Frieda suddenly latched the lunette. I think it caught them both by surprise. The timers on both displays immediately started counting forward again.

Mera paused for a moment. “Oh gawd!” she gasped in a muffled voice. Then she went back to sucking on his dick.

We all watched with fascination as she gave him a sloppy blowjob. He gasped as he thrust between her lips. “She’s the best,” he admitted to all of us as we looked on. I noticed the other guys were watching with lust and admiration.

“The best? I’ll be more than happy to prove her wrong,” I replied sourly.

Mera wriggled around upon the bench as though trying to absorb all that cream underneath her. I had to grudgingly admire her oral skills. But I vowed to go even one better the next time I rode Victor’s guillotine.

She looked as though she was trying to get him off as she approached the fifteen minute mark. But Donahue pulled out a couple of times as though preventing her from finishing him off. She gasped, “What are you doing??” before he slammed his cock back between her lips.

The timer passed 16 minutes. But Donahue kept thrusting deep into her mouth. Mera anxiously cried out with a mouthful of meat.

At 17:23 Donahue pulled out and spurted all over her face. Mera anxiously cried out, “Shut it down – shut it down!” Then she shuddered in orgasm before Frieda calmly stepped up and flipped the latch on the lunette, stopping the time at 17:37.

Mera panted for breath, her face laced with streams of spunk. Donahue had given her quite an erotic glaze. She final got out a breathless “Damn you!”

“How was it?” Frieda asked as she worked at lifting up the lunette.

“He scared me half to death!” Then she paused before adding, “…but it was so fucking intense that I came really hard.” Frieda just grinned as she removed the cuffs before helping her sit upright.

Mera glared at Donahue. “What were you trying to do… get me killed?”

In response, he turned toward Frieda before asking, “When did you say the blade usually falls?”

“Sometime during the second hour.”

“So you were fine,” Donahue told Mera as though that settled things. She just glared daggers at him as he helped her to her feet.

“I guess I’ll ride it next,” Tekoma offered nervously. We all looked at her as she hesitantly started to strip. By way of explanation, she added, “If everyone’s going to have a turn, I’d better go now before it gets into the second hour.”

“Are you sure?” her companion Kimo asked her.

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

She got undressed before stretching out face down upon the bench like we all had done thus far. Her knees also hung down. “You want me to fuck you?” Kimo asked as Frieda cuffed her wrists behind her back.

“No. I mean… I don’t want… uh, I’m not sure…”

Kimo looked around at all of us as though embarrassed his companion was not being sexual. “Ready?” Frieda finally asked them as she got ready to latch the lunette.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Tekoma sounded hesitant as hell. Then Frieda latched the lunette.

The timers started moving again. Tekoma gasped anxiously as though having just changed her mind. That’s when Kimo stepped up and began fingering her.

“What… what are you doing back there? Ohgawd; I think I’ve changed my mind!”

“Too late,” Frieda replied with a smile. Three other voices including mine chimed up in unison, saying the exact same words.

Tekoma started wriggling and whimpering. Kimo just fingered her even more. Then he pushed a thumb up her butt.

She let out a cry as she panted for breath. Then she began grunting as her companion thrust a little more aggressively into her pussy and ass with his fingers and thumb. I heard her mumbling, “Stop… don’t… no wait… keep going… stop… ohgawd, this was a horrible idea… stop… NO, KEEP GOING!”

She really whimpered; it was incredibly arousing. Then she appeared to go off, wincing hard as her body appeared to stiffen. Frieda was right there to mercifully stop the timers the moment they reached 22:39.

Tekoma panted like crazy as our hostess lifted the lunette up off her neck. Then the cuffs were removed. The poor thing seemed woozy as Kimo helped her sit up.

“Well?”

She looked at him before gasping, “Don’t ever let me do that again! Why would you let me do that??”

“Hey, you were the one that wanted to go for a ride!” She just smacked him in reply.

That left Petria. She and her companion were talking quietly to each other. When he asked, “Are you sure?” she just nodded her head. Then they both began to undress.

“Looks like the ladies are all going to ride it at least once,” Frieda observed with a smile.

“I’m going again after she’s through,” I declared, causing everyone to turn and look at me. Besides, I felt like I had to prove to everyone I was the sluttiest and most eager bitch of them all.

Petria lay face down upon the sticky bench. Her male companion was named Hernan and looked to be of Spanish descent. He knelt behind her and started fucking her before our hostess could even get her wrists cuffed behind her back.

“I see you two aren’t wasting any time,” Frieda remarked with amusement.

“Showoffs,” I muttered under my breath. That earned me a few curious looks from the others.

Frieda cuffed Petria’s wrists behind her back. Then she brought the lunette down upon her neck. She wasted no time latching it, causing the timers to start moving again.

Hernan gave it to her nice and steady. Petria moaned as she panted for breath. “Gawd; this is scarier… and more exciting… than I expected.” Frieda just looked down on her and grinned, telling her most girls usually felt that way about experiencing a ride in Victor’s guillotine.

She looked at the timer in front of her before panting, “Remember our agreement, Hernan!” He told her he hadn’t forgotten. We all wondered what that was all about.

At about 25:40, he pulled out of her pussy. Then he appeared to push his thick dick up her ass. She winced as she gasped, “Fuck, he’s huge!”

He got all the way inside before he began to thrust. Petria gasped and moaned. Then she anxiously asked Frieda, “Are you sure the blade won’t come down this early?”

“I said I hadn’t SEEN it come down this early,” our hostess corrected her. “I didn’t say it COULDN’T come down this early.”

“Oh, fuck! Hernan, maybe we’d better…”

“Oh, no!” he declared. “We’re going through with it!”

“Going through with what?” Frieda wanted to know.

“She privately agreed to ride it for me for six minutes: three with my cock up her cunt, and three with my cock up her ass. She wanted to prove she could do it.” Naturally that made me frown at her, knowing now that she really did want to show off for the rest of us.

“Gawd, Hernan; I’ve changed my mind!” That’s when Frieda prepared to step forward.
Donahue told her to wait. After all, he said they had agreed. She wasn’t supposed to stop the timer until after six minutes had gone by.

“HERNAN??”

Petria was panting like crazy. I think she was suddenly terrified the blade was going to come down before Frieda stopped the timers. I found myself hoping like hell she would lose her head just for trying to show off.

Petria cried out until it looked like she was cumming, even though his cock was up her butt. Frieda stepped forward and got ready to flip the latch to the guillotine. Petria begged her to do it early. But she glanced at Hernan and saw him shake his head… “Don’t.”

Six minutes passed, causing Frieda to flip the latch. The timer stopped at 28:41. There were oohs and aahs from everyone watching. I just snorted as I remarked we were barely thirty minutes in and that there had never been any real danger.

Petria was released from the cuffs and from the lunette. Hernan helped her sit upright on the bench. But she didn’t act the least bit upset with him. It made me wonder if her whole performance had been staged.

“Pretty erotic,” Frieda remarked. “Even though it’s only been thirty minutes, it’s still one hell of a thrill wondering if the blade might come down.”

“You’re right about that,” Petria agreed.

“I feel the same way,” Tekoma added. She appeared to be feeling better from her ordeal.

“I’m going again,” I declared as I moved toward the bench.

“Better clean it off for her,” Petria remarked sourly with a dismissive wave. “She went first, so she’s probably used to a clean bench.”

I gave her a dirty look. Then I climbed on, stickiness and all. I stretched out onto my stomach before I obediently lifted my wrists behind my back, crossing them for Frieda and her cuffs.

“You’re up, Buck!” I demanded. “You get my cunt. Oh, and Chad? I’m not forgetting about you. How’d you like a blowjob?”

“Sure!” he eagerly replied as he came around in front of me.

Buck got undressed and knelt behind me as Frieda put the cuffs on me. He wasted no time thrusting into me as our hostess brought the lunette down onto my neck. That’s when I told our hostess, “I want to be in here for seven minutes, and not a second less. Ok?” When she smiled and nodded, I added, “Chad, get that cock over here!”

Chad thrust his dick between my lips. Then I heard Frieda latch the lunette. The timer in front of me started moving yet again.

I was all turned on like never before. Oddly, it didn’t have much to do with the guillotine. I figured the blade wouldn’t come down for another thirty minutes at least.

No, I was turned on because everyone was watching me. I was the center of attention. And I wanted to prove I was better and riskier than that bitch Petria.

I never once thought of Florio. He was just a nice guy to take advantage of. But it was guys like Buck and Chad who got my motor running.

I loved being spit-roasted in the guillotine. Oddly, I’d never been fucked by two guys before. But I wasn’t about to miss out on a golden opportunity.

I heard Petria remark what a slut I was. But I didn’t care. Next time, I was going to see if I could get her companion to fuck me in the guillotine.

Buck and Chad had no problem double-teaming me. But Buck asked Chad what would happen if I lost my head. Chad just laughed, telling him he’d better make sure his cock didn’t go all the way down my throat.

Their words gave me the chills. Petria said she hoped the blade would fall and cut my head off. A part of me got concerned it might possibly happen. But I figured it was still too early. Besides I was showing up everyone by having a real good time with Buck and Chad.

Just like that, it was over. “Seven minutes!” Frieda declared as she stood right there within reach. That’s when she popped the latch to the lunette. The timer in front of me stopped at 35:42.

Chad pulled out of my mouth, not having cum yet. Buck was just getting a good rhythm when he had to stop too. Frieda pulled the lunette up off my neck before freeing my wrists from the cuffs.

I sat upright before I stood up and grinned at everyone. “Piece of cake!” I declared. “That was fucking hot!”

Frieda smiled as she looked around at all of us. “Anyone else?”

Petria wasn’t going to allow me to upstage her. But before she could say anything, Mera turned to her companion and hesitantly asked, “Donahue, would you like to fuck me in the guillotine?” She still had cum on her face.

“Would I? Hell yeah; I would!”

I think Frieda was going to clean the bench for her. But she quickly climbed on it onto her stomach before our hostess could react.

“You sure?” Frieda asked. In response, Mera obediently brought her arms behind her back. So our hostess promptly cuffed her wrists right then and there.

By now, everyone was naked except for Kimo. There was no point in anyone putting clothes back on if they were only going to come back off. Donahue promptly got onto his knees before thrusting into her.

“How long?” Frieda asked as she brought the lunette down onto her neck.

“Just five minutes, please.”

“Done. Enjoy the ride.” Then Frieda latched the lunette in place.

The timer began moving forward again as Donahue began fucking his companion. They hadn’t said whether they were dating, together as boyfriend/girlfriend, or engaged. There was no ring on any of their fingers, so I assumed they weren’t married. But I decided it really didn’t matter.

Mera seemed a little calmer about being locked into Victor’s guillotine the second time around. But she sure gasped and moaned as Donahue fucked her. I think she had a little climax at the end when Frieda stopped the timer at 40:44.

She had just finished uncuffing Mera when I heard Kimo ask Tekoma if she wanted to go again. She said she wasn’t sure… until Kimo reminded her the timer was only at forty minutes. When she saw us all looking at her, I think she felt pressured because she finally said, “Oh… alright.”

We all cheered and applauded her as she hesitantly lay naked face down upon the sticky bench. But Kimo had to talk her into letting him fuck her. When she finally agreed, he quickly got out of his clothes.

He knelt behind her and pushed his cock inside. “Are you sure?” Frieda asked as she brought the lunette down into position. Tekoma just nodded quietly.

Frieda quickly latched the lunette, triggering the timers. Tekoma began panting heavily for breath as Kimo thrust in and out of her. “Now that’s hot!” Mera observed encouragingly.

Tekoma’s eyes were wide as she watched the timer. She writhed and whimpered as though she was having second thoughts. But there was nothing she could do about it now.

Frieda soon stepped up and got ready. “You want me to shut it down after five minutes?” Tekoma vigorously nodded yes.

She panted heavily until she finally popped off. Frieda smiled knowingly as she shut the machine down. The timer read 45:45.

She got a cheer for her efforts as the lunette was pulled up off her neck. Then the cuffs were removed. Kimo helped her sit upright as she panted for breath.

“You ok?” Petria asked. “You look a little dazed.”

“I thought the blade was going to come down. It scared me… and then I came really hard.” Frieda just gave her an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Petria pulled Hernan away and spoke to him in private. He asked aloud if that’s what she really wanted. She said she was sure. So he told her to go right ahead.

She came back over to the bench and smiled at Frieda. Then she gave me a smirk before asking if my companions would like to fuck somebody else. Before I could reply, Buck and Chad immediately agreed, saying I was just a friend and fuck-buddy. I gave them dirty looks, but said nothing.

She stretched out face down upon the sticky bench before dutifully crossing her wrists behind her back. Chad quickly took up a position kneeling directly behind her. Buck was left with the other end. So he knelt in front of her face, the wicker basket between them.

Mera and Tekoma were astonished at the sudden change in fuck-partners. Frieda was amused as she cuffed Petria’s wrists behind her back. I could tell the bitch on the bench was still trying to show off.

I wanted to be pissed. But what could I do? The guys were right about my relationship with them. I was mostly using them for sex anyway. So what did it matter if they fucked another woman? I could always hope she would end up headless in the next few minutes.

Frieda brought the lunette down onto her neck. “Give us ten minutes,” Petria confidently told her. Then she said, “Buck? I want to be wearing your cream when my ride is done.”

“Done!” he declared. Then he gave me a look that indicated he was going to fully enjoy himself. I just stood there naked and fuming.

Petria gave me a snarky look. Then Chad started fucking her as Buck thrust between her lips. That’s when Frieda latched the lunette, activating the timers. I found myself mentally willing the blade to come down and cut her head off.

Chad really gave it to her good. And she slobbered all over Buck’s cock between her lips. Mera looked a little jealous. Even Tekoma seemed envious.

Frieda caught me looking over at her and smiled. “Sometimes Victor’s guillotine brings out the slut in all of us.”

I quietly growled, “I hope she loses her fucking head.”

“She just might. You never know.”

Everyone drew closer as though eager to get up close and personal. I wondered if maybe they wanted to get a little blood on themselves in case the blade fell. But I was jealous as hell over the attention Petria was getting.

The guys thrust a little harder the longer they fucked her. She began to wriggle like crazy. Maybe she wanted off??

Chad let out a cry as he thrust hard into her cunt. Buck pulled out, leaving cum on her lips. But he had enough left to splatter her face. Petria screamed in orgasm before Frieda calmly reached in and flipped the latch, stopping the timers. The time read 55:48.

“Fuck!” she panted as Frieda pulled the lunette up off her neck. “That was really intense!” Then the cuffs were removed.

She sat upright, panting heavily. She wiped some of Buck’s cum off her face with a finger. Then she stuck it in her mouth and moaned over how good it tasted. “Thanks, guys! That was incredible!”

I looked at the timers, my heart racing. It was getting damned close to one hour. I wanted to go again just to show the bitch up. But did I want to do it with that much time on the timers?

“Gonna go again?” Petria asked me with sickening sweetness. Then she turned toward Frieda and chuckled, “Better reset the timers to zero so the poor thing won’t freak out.”

“Fuck you!” I replied icily. Then I deliberately sat down on the bench. A moment later I went over on my back, lying face up.

“You want to ride it face up?” Frieda asked with an amused smile.

“Why not?” I replied confidently. “I want to show everyone what it’s like to go for a really erotic ride. But first, I want to know who’s fucking me and who will I be sucking. Hernan?” and I turned and faced him. “What to play with my boobs while you’re fucking me?”

He didn’t even give Petria a look to see if it was ok with her. He just came over and knelt at the end of the bench. Then he took my legs and put them up over his shoulder as he slowly slid into me.

Frieda cuffed my wrists under the bench so I couldn’t rise up. Then she brought the lunette down onto my neck. “How does it feel staring up at the blade?” Tekoma asked nervously.

“What a fucking thrill!” I gasped with forced bravado. Then I added, “Kimo, does your cock want my mouth?”

His date was not agreeable as she declared, “Kimo, don’t you dare!”

“Then Donahue,” I suggested. Mera just motioned for him to go right ahead. She looked pretty silly still wearing his cum on her face from her first ride.

I was glad I was going to get to suck his dick. It was a really nice one. I figured he was really going to enjoy gagging me with it.

I tipped my head back to take him into my mouth. I saw Frieda looking down on me with a smile. So I told her, “Eleven minutes for me, ok? I want to beat Petria’s time.”

“Anything you say,” she replied with a smile.

“Gawd; I’ll bet she’s gonna cum really, really hard!” Mera said quietly to Tekoma. But it was loud enough for me to grin inwardly.

“Gag me, baby!” I purred at Donahue. Then he thrust into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat as Frieda latched the lunette, starting the timers.

Hernan really gave it to me good as he thrust hard into my cunt. My legs were up his chest as he enjoyed my tightness. I was the center of attention again… and I fucking loved it!

Donahue pushed all the way down my throat. I gagged for him as he grasped onto my skull with both hands. My head was tipped back so I couldn’t see either the hovering blade or the timer in front of me.

What if the blade suddenly came down? The thought was terribly arousing. It both scared and thrilled me.

What happened next was a blur. I heard an audible gasp in the room. A split-second later, I felt something sharp, as though it had gone right through my throat.

I suddenly couldn’t feel anything below my neck anymore. I heard a scream, which sounded like it came from Tekoma. Then I heard Hernan cry out, “She’s clenching like crazy! Hold onto her head, Donahue!”

All I could see was Donahue’s groin and balls. I couldn’t seem breathe anymore. But I could still feel his hands on either side of my head.

I felt strangely weightless. Then Mera said, “Fuck! His cock is peeking out through her neck stump!”

“She’s really bucking back here!” Hernan called out. “And she’s so fucking tight!”

“Let her see herself!” Chad declared.

“Impale her through the other end!” Buck added.

I felt myself slide off Donahue’s cock. Then my vision did a one-eighty. It all felt so surreal.

I felt something come up through the back of my throat before protruding out of my mouth. The tip of Donahue’s cock emerged out past my lips. I blinked as I finally got to see everything.

My naked body was bucking upon the bench. My neck stump was furiously pumping out my life’s blood. Hernan groped my boobs while thrusting hard into my cunt.

“Mera, come on over!” Donahue demanded. So she came right over. Then he told her to kiss me.

She took the tip of his cock into her mouth until our lips met. I thought I tasted his cum spurting out of his dick into her mouth. Or maybe it was the cum still splattered onto her face. That’s when my vision failed me as my expression sagged tiredly.

For the next few minutes, I was the most popular bitch in that basement. The guys took turns fucking my cunt and neck stump while others used my head to fuck my mouth and neck. The girls licked my face and kissed my lips whenever a cock was poking out of my mouth. Hell, even Tekoma kissed my lips.

I got way more attention than I ever thought possible. But it was not the kind of attention I had been seeking. I certainly got noticed the most when I ended up roasting over Victor’s fire pit.

I would never learn that Florio gave up access to my head. Buck and Chad both wanted it. But Donahue wanted it too. And since he was the one in my mouth when the blade fell, he was the one who got to keep it.

2023 (written Sep 28 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by a manip created by Thor.)

This is the original short story that triggered the longer one. Call it an epilogue, if you will.

Melvie and I were not really an item; at least not yet. We’d been casually dating for a while now. But she was starting to grow on me.

One day, we drove up to this mansion. She said there was something there that she wanted to see. She’d been invited, and she wanted me to tag along.

When we got there, I discovered there were others on the premises. After introductions, several of us followed a young woman named Frieda down to the basement. There, we were introduced to a guillotine.

We were told it operated automatically. A timer could be set for the blade to fall randomly. Otherwise, if anyone wanted to try it out, it would be perfectly fine with her.

Several of the ladies laid out on it and tried it. However, the timer was not engaged. They just stretched out on the bench and stuck their heads through, just to see what it felt like.

Melvie took a turn along with the others. Then someone wanted to know if the timer could be engaged. Frieda set it up to randomly go off within five minutes.

We all watched and waited. At 3:23, the blade came whooshing down, causing all of us to jump with a start. There were screams and cries of laughter. Then we headed upstairs.

There was an outdoor barbecue. I saw Melvie talking with Frieda. Then we went home.

She acted like it was no big deal. But I wasn’t so sure. I could tell the event had made an impact on her.
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A few days later, Melvie contacted me. The guillotine was going to be put into operation if anyone wanted to ride it and take the risk. I asked her if she really wanted to risk riding it. She said she was thinking about it.

The event was going to take place on Saturday. I reminded Melvie I had to work that day. I’d switched shifts with a coworker and couldn’t get the day off.

She told me it was quite all right. She said she would meet me there and would wait for me to arrive. So I said ok.

I went to work on Saturday and put in my time. Shortly after lunch, I contacted Melvie and asked how she was doing. She said she was on her way to Victor’s mansion. She said she would see me there once I got off work.

I finished the rest of my shift. Then I tried to call Melvie. The call went straight to her voicemail. I sent a text, but it was not responded to.

I didn’t think anything of it. I just assumed she was in the middle of something and did not want her phone to go off at an inopportune time. So I went home and changed clothes.

I tried calling her again before I left. But once more, the call went straight to voicemail. I tried sending another text, but it, too, wasn’t answered.

I noticed she had not returned my call from earlier. Had she been off her phone this whole time? I thought that was a little unusual for Melvie.

I drove to Victor’s, wondering why she couldn’t get away long enough to check her messages. I checked my phone again while I was on the road. But there had still been no response to my calls or texts.

An idle thought went through my mind. What if she’d tried Victor’s guillotine and had not been so lucky. I didn’t think she would do anything so foolish. But the more I thought about it, the faster I drove.

I pulled into the mansion and found a spot next to some other vehicles. I anxiously pulled out my phone and tried again. When she didn’t answer my call, I sent her a text telling her I was on the premises and was looking for her. There was no response.

I was anxious as I walked to the door. I went inside and asked someone for Melvie’s whereabouts. They didn’t seem to know who I was talking about.

I asked some Asian chick where my girlfriend might be. She asked what her name was. When I told her, she looked at me in shock.

“You’re Melvie’s boyfriend??”

I told her I’d been at work all afternoon and had just gotten off. Then I anxiously asked, “Where is she?”

She got a rather bemused look on her face. “Um… that might be a little hard to explain. Maybe I should go get Victor. Wait right here.”

I frowned as I waited impatiently. Two minutes later, Victor came in from the backyard.

I told him who I was. He said he remembered me from the other day. Then I told him I was there to see Melvie. I said I was her boyfriend.

“Her boyfriend?” Victor seemed confused. “Ok. Uh… follow me. It’s right this way.”

He led me to a back room. “I’ll only be a moment.” Then he passed through a door.

I heard him ask, “Is she ready? Her boyfriend’s here to pick her up.”

I heard a female voice reply, “Boyfriend? But I thought…”

“Her boyfriend… is here!” Victor declared.

“Oh; ok. Well, I got her cleaned up as best I could.”

“Fine – fine” was Victor’s reply. “She looks lovely.”

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what they were talking about. Then Victor came through the door. To my shock, he was holding Melvie’s head in his outstretched hands.

“I think she wanted you to have this,” he explained. “The rest of her is, uh… well, she’s out cooking on our barbecue. You’re welcome to stay for supper if you’d like.”

I was stunned. Then he handed her head over to me. I was shocked as I held her in my hands.

Her lips were parted, her eyes glazed over. There was this strange look about her. “What happened?” I wanted to know.

“Several of our guests wanted to try the guillotine for real. So we set the random timer. Your girlfriend wanted to try it as well. I wasn’t there when it happened. I guess the guillotine choose that particular time to come down. It sliced her head clean off.”

I stared at her head in disbelief. Now I understood why she hadn’t responded to my calls and messages. All I could do was stammer, “Melvie? What the hell did you do?? I was… I was starting to fall in love with you!”

“She signed a waiver,” Victor said hastily. People have to sign it because of the risks involved.” I think he didn’t want me to hold him accountable for her beheading.

“I see,” I murmured sadly. “Well, I guess it’s not your fault.” Then I paused before asking, “You people are really going to eat her?”

“It’s all a part of the waiver she signed. I know how to cook them. You’re welcome to come out back and stay for dinner.”

Thinking about eating my girlfriend gave me a weak stomach. “Thank you, but I think I’ll pass.”

“I understand,” he said sympathetically. “They did a good job on her head, don’t you think?”

“Yes they did,” I replied. She looked so lifelike.

“Her head belongs to you now, if you want it. But I know a couple of people who are willing to pay you top dollar for her head in case you’re not interested.”

Something told me there was so much more to the story. Did I really want to know about it? Maybe it was better to sever all ties with her once and for all.

I handed the head back over. “She’s all yours. Give her to whomever wants her.”

“Let me go get you some cash,” he said as he turned to go with the head in his hands.

“Don’t bother,” I replied with a dismissive wave. “It was nice meeting you. I, uh… I hope my girlfriend is good eating.” Then I turned and headed for the exit, leaving Melvie and her head out of my life forever.

2022; 2023 (Written Oct 11 ’22; ed. Jan 16 ’23 by riwa.)

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Hogtied 4.4 (27)

Posted on January 25, 2024 by riwa

I had just finished taking some underwater glamour shots with the guys. Several had even been submerged with me. They took pictures with their cameras while others helped spot for me.

“What shall we do next?” one asked the others.

I looked around as my eyes twinkled. “Time for me to drown again?” That got smiles from just about everybody.

Someone asked how I was going to do it. “How about a hogtie?” another suggested.

Being tied up sounded kind of exciting. Besides, I figured the guys would all love seeing me wriggle and squirm in some sort of bondage. So I replied, “Sounds lovely. Anybody got anything we can use?”

One of the lads had a nice long strap that went with his luggage. He quickly went and fetched it. I noticed everyone else talking amongst themselves over how exciting this was going to be.

He returned with the strap. It was so long that we had to improvise when we used it to secure me. I knew the lads would work something out.

I sat on my bum as my wrists were tied behind my back. When it came time to tie my ankles together, I rolled over face down on my stomach by the side of the pool. I felt my legs being bent back as they were tied together.

I felt a surge of excitement ripple through me, along with the usual apprehension. After all, there was always a chance they might miss the signal. What if they didn’t get me back to the surface right away?

It turned out I was rather loosely tied. I had some slack to wriggle my arms and legs as I tested my bonds. I figured that would make me look more attractive during the show I was about to put on.

Kevin smiled and asked if I was ready. He said I looked good all trussed up. I should have known my bondage would excite my husband.

When I told him I was ready Craig calmly rolled me into the pool. I let out a surprised cry as I hit the water with a splash. I wriggled around until I ended up floating face up in my pink, one-piece the guys all liked so much.

Somebody called out, “All right; who’s first?”

Albert from Northern England said, “I’ll go!” Then he jumped into the water as three other blokes jumped in with their cameras.

Albert is one of the tamer lads who attends my parties. Still, he rolled me over until I was face down in the shallow end. Then he gently pushed me deeper.

I gave him a good show of wriggling and squirming. I blew bursts of bubbles for him as though I was panicking. I could see other bodies in the shallow end, all of them using cameras to capture the action.

Albert let me up before he’d pushed my lungs too much. I came up with my head out of water, my knees pointed downward. I let out a cry, telling him I didn’t know where the package was.

He grinned as he pushed me back under, picking up on the play I had in mind. Up at the surface I heard a couple of voices demand I tell him where it was. Everyone was getting into the spirit of the thing.

I held my breath until he let me up again. This time he rolled me over onto my back. My arms and legs hung down as I jerked them a little.

Once more I told him I didn’t know where the package was. He grinned as he rolled me back over onto my tummy, submerging me again. I wriggled and squirmed as I bubbled for him.

I looked around during my struggles. Right away I noticed there were a lot of bulges. It gave me a thrill knowing I was the cause of all that arousal. So I struggled harder, losing more of my breath.

Once more Albert let me back up, rolling me over onto my back. I told him I didn’t know about any package. He just smiled as he rolled me onto my stomach once more, submerging me yet again.

I bubbled and struggled while screaming and crying out. That made a couple of bulges I detected really stand out! It was quite the turn-on.

He pulled me back up for a breath. I thought he was going to dunk me a couple more times. Instead, he passed me off to Mike.

I shook my head… “No… NO!” Mike just pushed me under face up. The water stung my sinuses a little, but by now I’d been under a lot and was pretty much used to it.

I wriggled and squirmed as I bubbled, “I don’t know anything about a package!” Mike didn’t act like he was the least bit interested. Instead he reached down to grope and fondle my chest. Mike’s the “touchy-feely” one of the bunch.

He caressed me until I was really turned on. But he pushed my limits longer than Albert. I was losing my breath, about to give him the signal when he let me up.

I came up gasping and sputtering. He just grinned at me. I cried out before he pushed me under again.

He kept me face up, about a foot below the surface. He’s the one who loves me to see just how close I am to the air he’s not going to give me. I kicked and bubbled as I begged him to let me back up.

Once more he pushed my limits. Mike has this sixth sense about me. About the time I’m going to shake my head, he usually brings me back to the surface.

Once more I came up gasping for breath. And once again I got into my role. “No – no; I don’t know anything about a package!” Then back down I went.

He pushed down on my boobs as he groped me. I could tell it was having quite an effect on him. I didn’t mind so much, especially because I love being such a tease. He always tries to be respectful while still pushing every advantage he can get.

I wriggled and squirmed until my lungs were hurting. This time I had to give the signal. He dutifully pulled me right up.

I gasped and sputtered, telling him he had the wrong girl. I didn’t know a bloody thing about any package. That’s when Brian came up and grabbed me.

He pushed me under right between his legs. I was looking up at the surface as he held me there. I wriggled and squirmed while blowing my breath away.

His willie was making quite the bulge in his Speedos. I like that type of swimsuit on the lads because it lets me know how aroused they’ve become. Brian’s pretty easy to excite, especially when it comes to my drowning plays.

He really pushed me until I gave him the signal. He pulled me out from between his legs and let me float face up to the surface. I gasped for breath, starting to become a little winded.

I told him I didn’t know a thing about any bloody package. That didn’t sit too well with him. Back down I went, right between his legs so I could look up at the surface as well as the bulge in his speedos.

I wriggled and squirmed, my legs kicking a little beneath me. I had some wriggle room, but it didn’t help me all that much. I had to give him the signal again.

He pulled me up to the surface where I panted for breath. I cried out they all had the wrong woman. By now I had the attention of every lad inside the pool room.

I looked up at my husband. He just smiled evilly at me. He was also sporting a noticeable bulge.

Back down I went, wriggling and bubbling. Once more I went between his legs. Brian always did enjoy holding me there while looking down at me so he could watch the bubbles come up.

He kept me down for a really long time. Again I had to give the signal I was running out of breath. By now I was starting to have a few doubts as to whether or not the guys might actually drown me. In my current situation it would be all too easy.

All of the sudden Craig stepped up the moment I surfaced. He grabbed me and snarled something I couldn’t understand. Then down I went, my face pressed toward the bottom of the pool.

He was much more aggressive with me. Normally he’s pretty careful whenever he’s keeping me down. But this time his attitude was such that I couldn’t help wondering if maybe he might take things a little too far.

He was rough on me, so naturally I reacted accordingly. I screamed and bubbled as I fought him the entire time. He kept a good grip on me as I wriggled and squirmed like crazy.

He pulled me up to the surface where I gasped mightily for breath. But I wasn’t up there long. Back down I went, crying out a froth of bubbles.

I fought like crazy, trying to break out of my restraints. By now it was less of a performance and more a desire to really free myself. The way Craig held me down made me want back up in the worst way, despite how many times we’d played these drowning games in the past.

He pulled me up and I came up gasping and sputtering. By now I was incredibly aroused. So were all the lads standing in the water and up on the edge of the pool. It was exciting, yet alarming, both at the same time.

Craig snarled if I couldn’t produce the package, we were going to have to do this the hard way. Then back down I went. I really bubbled as I put up a struggle.

At this point I began to question the wisdom of my being in the water all trussed up. These lads could easily drown me. What’s more, there wouldn’t be a bloody thing I could do about it.

My husband Kevin would not be able to overcome them either. There were too many lads attending my parties. Hell, for all I knew, he might even be in on it with them, drowning me for the insurance payout.

Things really took a turn when Foe joined in. Foe’s a bloke from the states. He’s one of the lads who really gets turned on when they’re “drowning” me.

He grabbed onto my legs and held on while Craig kept me under. By now my heart was hammering in my chest. My head told me I was going to be just fine. But my emotions in the moment questioned whether or not I could be certain of my safety.

They pulled me up and I cried out in growing terror. By now it was all too easy to add an element of realism to my performance. My mind kept questioning whether or not I was going to survive the ordeal.

Back down I went, wriggling and squirming like crazy. A few glimpses of the lads in the water confirmed they were all “saluting” my performance. But my mind was starting to cry out how I wanted them to come to my aid and put an end to this.

Craig and Foe pulled me back to the surface. I coughed and sputtered as I tried to get my breath back.

There’s a special word or phrase I use if and when I need it. But I hate to use it as I know the lads will all back off and be extra nice to me, ending some of our drowning plays for the rest of the day. I didn’t want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

“She doesn’t know anything,” Craig finally told Foe.

“No witnesses,” he replied. “Better drown her then.”

“Agreed.”

I gasped sharply as they pushed me back under. I felt an erotic jolt I may have bitten off more than I could chew on this one. But I felt I had to act it through all the way to the end.

I bubbled and struggled like crazy. Then I acted like I had swallowed water. My lungs were already starting to hurt as I went into my “spasms and convulsions”.

I was terribly aroused, yet understandably anxious. What if this drowning performance turned out to be the real thing? I could only trust the lads to look after me properly.

I went limp in their grasp, my eyes open wide. Then they let me go. I floated up to the surface facing downward, still pretending to hitch and lose bubbles.

I’d lost so much air that I wasn’t at the surface long. I slowly descended until my body reached the pool floor, resting on my tummy. My lungs strained as I tried to hold what little breath I had left. Then I began violently shaking my head.

At first no one came to my aid. Bloody hell; where were they?? Then I felt hands pull me up to the surface.

I came up gasping like crazy. I heard a voice ask, “You ok, love?”

My first urge was to yell at them for treating me so roughly. But I thought they might drown me for real if I did. Besides, it had been bloody erotic. And I really wasn’t all that much the worse for wear.

“Fine,” I panted. “How did it look on camera?”

“Got some great pics.” one voice called out. “Looked good from over here,” another added.

I nodded as I tried to catch my breath. Then a voice asked, “How about we tie her to the ladder? Or hook her up to the pulley in the deep end? She’s already hogtied.”

“Good idea,” Craig said with a grin as he looked at me. Then he chuckled as he pushed me under. I felt an erotic jolt as my mind cried out, “Bloody hell; here we go again!”

2020 (written for Wendy and her party lads Oct 27 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by her “Hogtied” clip)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.3 (3)

Posted on January 25, 2024 by riwa

Coming February rewards

Scarf work
Olai’s deadly hug
Underwater witch
Aravanna 16
Walking the plank
Zip-tie city
Emma shorts
A special request pt 2
Terrie’s fantasy stroke
Double challenge speedo gaggo
My last day
And I hope to have Cassidy 2 ready

December stories/rewards will fall off at the end of January to make room for February rewards.

We finally experienced some winter during the month of January. We got some snow, which is now melting away. And we had temperatures drop to -25. It’s one thing when you voluntarily stay indoors. It’s something entirely different when the weather strongly encourages you not to go out. It’s amazing how rapidly you develop cabin fever. I went out a couple times to walk to the post office to check my mail. But it was unwise to be outside for very long. The cold penetrated all my layers, and I tried to make sure my face didn’t freeze off.

Mom’s had her share of challenges. Her furnace went out, and she went several days using a space heater before the furnace was fixed. Then mice camped out in her car and chewed on all the wiring as well as the papers in the glove box. She had to replace a lot of engine wires. She’s been battling the mice for at least a year now. Last year, the mechanic found a mouse nest in the engine, and she had to replace all the wires back then as well

Many years ago, we had a similar mouse problem. Dad offered to acquire a bull snake. But mom did not want to open a drawer to find it looking up at her and flicking its tongue. So we got a ferret instead. But the ferret is long gone, and the mice have decided to come back and try again. She may have a solution, so we’ll see how it goes.

I hope you don’t have mice problems, or furnace issues, or frozen pipes to deal with. But February has the potential for all kinds of weather. I hope you will weather it out ok, if you’ll pardon the pun. Thank you for being my patrons.

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