Raft Ruckus 3.8 (4)

Posted on June 18, 2017 by riwa

 

A story based on preview pictures from MMP Studios RAFT RUCKUS 5.

 

She’d put in a lot of work cleaning house, and had decided she deserved a well-earned respite. So Bela took a break.

She thought floating on the mattress in her backyard pool would be a nice idea. The only downside was the forecast calling for the possibility of rain. But it was certainly warm enough, and a light shower wouldn’t bother her at all.

She stopped in the bedroom to slip into her black bikini, only to pause before putting her top on. A smile teased the corners of her mouth as she thought about going topless. Why not go out like that for a change?

She had privacy in her backyard. But she was shy about parading around with her breasts hanging out. The thought she might be seen – though highly unlikely – was erotic enough to convince her to dispense with her top.

She brought out a towel and tossed it onto a nearby patio chair. Then she walked around and gathered up the air mattress floating in the water near the edge of the pool. Lying on it sounded inviting, especially floating around with her tits hanging out.

She smiled inwardly as she walked to the shallow end and stepped into the pool, dragging the mattress with her. Clouds obstructed the sun; she could smell the coming rain. But a shower would feel good, washing away the heat and humidity of the day.

Bela worked herself up onto the mattress until she was flat on her back, her head propped up by the inflated headrest. She looked up at the sky, luxuriating in the sensation of having her breasts exposed as she floated on the surface. It gave her erotic tingles, and she sighed with contentment. All that work and hassle of putting in a pool had definitely been worth it!

She floated lazily as the warm air caressed her body. She yawned as her eyelids grew heavy. Working in the house had tired her out.

It wouldn’t hurt anything if she caught forty winks. The mattress had no leaks; she certainly wasn’t going to drown. And with the clouds overhead, she didn’t have to worry about sunburn either.

Bela yawned again as she settled into the comfort of the mattress. It was like lying on a waterbed, the gentle rocking seducing her into a feeling of wanting to take a nap. It wasn’t long until she nodded off, her right arm trailing in the water as a gentle rain began to fall…

—

His instructions had simply been to make it look like an accident. He was told she had a pool and that an unfortunate drowning would probably not raise any suspicion. So he arrived at the target’s home with a scuba tank and gear on the off-chance it would come in handy.

Making sure he wasn’t seen, he broke into her house and looked all around for her. He might have to knock her our first before getting her in the water. A struggle might leave incriminating marks on her body.

When he couldn’t find her in the house, he checked the backyard. She was actually sleeping on the mattress in the pool. What luck; she was already in position to be drowned!

He quickly analyzed the situation. If he was in his scuba gear – and if she didn’t awaken beforehand – he could pull her right in, making it look as though she’d rolled over. It was only a matter of keeping her submerged until her lungs flooded.

Lewd thoughts flickered through his mind as he stared at her chest. But there was no time to enjoy molesting her alive or dead. He had a job to do, and he considered himself a professional.

He went back to his vehicle and retrieved his scuba gear, once again looking around to make sure no one was watching. Then he slipped into the backyard and proceeded to gear up as quickly and as quietly as possible. She moaned once, making him freeze with concern. But she didn’t stir.

He finished gearing up, checking the air in his tank. He had to hurry or she might awaken and scream once she saw him. His heart pounded a mile a minute, fearful she might wake up and make this harder than it needed to be.

He carefully slipped into the water in a white t-shirt and shorts before swimming directly below her. He was concerned his exhalations might awaken her. She stirred again, and he froze as he instinctively held his breath.

For a frantic moment he was sure he’d been discovered. In a moment of panic he pulled on her arm, abruptly pulling her off the mattress. But when her arms and legs flailed every which way, he got kicked inadvertently, instinctively causing him to let her go…

—

Bela burst up to the surface coughing and sputtering as she clung to the raft. She was barely aware it was gently  raining as her heart pounded in her chest. Had she been dreaming and rolled off? Gawd; she could have drowned!

Something grabbed her ankle and pulled her under. She screamed and kicked, dislodging whatever had snagged her. She burst up to grab the mattress, only to be pulled back down as she tried to cling to the mattress for dear life.

This time she felt arms wrap around her as she got a good look at her attacker. This was no dream; this was really happening! Bela screamed as she flailed for the surface, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was pulled back down, arms wrapping around her waist as her attacker grunted. She had no time to question why he was trying to drown her. All she knew was that she had to get back to the surface.

She tried to push him away, tried to pull his arms off from around her body. But he refused to let go until she could feel the ominous burn in her lungs. She reached upward for the surface and the air she needed, wriggling and struggling in his grasp in pure terror.

Bela was in a panic, her lungs screaming at her. She instinctively held her breath, mentally trying to will herself to wake up from what surely had become an awful nightmare. Then he grabbed her arms, crossing them in front of her and rendering her unable to flail around anymore. That’s when she opened her mouth, instinctively gulping water into her lungs.

Bela began to buck and shudder, her breasts bobbing up and down as she grunted and gurgled. The arms held her fast until her struggles lessened as her hair swirled gently around her face. With one last spasm she went limp, her muscles twitching as air slipped out past her parted lips…

—

He turned her around to face him, wanting to make sure she had drowned. Her eyes were open wide in horror. But her terrified expression looked vacant, devoid of life. He gently pushed into her stomach a couple times, forcing a few solitary bubbles out of her flooded lungs.

He held her for a good five minutes, making sure the job had been done. He lusted after her breasts, enjoying the sight of her erect nipples. Had her body responded with fearful eroticism at the last moment? Most of them seemed to do just that, and he was grateful for the small gift.

He let her go, watching her drift upward. Her body rose up to the surface where she floated face down, her legs hanging as her arms hung lifeless. The air mattress conveniently floated nearby, ample evidence of a tragic accident in the pool.

He swam to the shallow end and climbed out of the water. He quickly shed his scuba gear and then hauled it out to his vehicle, making sure no one was around. Then he spread a towel on the front seat before sitting down and speeding away.

It was a damn shame. Accidents in the pool happened all the time. She should have known better than to fall asleep on that air mattress. She probably rolled over, got water down her windpipe and drowned herself…

© 2011; 2017 (Text written Jan 25 ’11; ed. Jun 17 ‘17 by riwa)

(Pictures are from MMP STUDIO’S Raft Ruckus 5 and are used with permission for illustration purposes only.)

(Raft Ruckus Clip © 2010)

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Photo shoot 4.4 (13)

Posted on June 12, 2017 by riwa

Note: I re-edited this older story with some minor modifications. I hope you like the changes.

My assistant serving as “executioner” loops the noose around her neck. Dorothy gives me an amused look as if to say, “Is this what you wanted to see, you pervert?” She is totally naked, her erect nipples betraying her arousal.

Her wrists are tied in front near her crotch. ½ inch rope running between her labia to attach in back to the coil around her waist. She smiles lustfully at me as she fingers her dripping slit while Boyle, the cameraman I hired for this assignment, snaps photo after photo for me.

“Is this what you want to see?” she says playfully as she fingers herself. “Or do you want me to do this?” and she jerks on the rope, digging it into her pussy. “Judging from the bulge I see, it doesn’t seem to matter what I do to myself.”

My cameraman pauses as he asks, “You want her standing up on the stool now, Mr. Wheeler?” I nod my head.

“Ohh; so you’re going to hang me after all,” Dorothy gasps with excitement.

Boyle motions for my assistant to help Dorothy step up onto the small stool waiting at her feet. With her hands tied in front, he has to be careful getting her up. She steps up carefully, and he has to steady her before she loses her balance.

I hear the sound of the camera as it whirrs, taking picture after picture. Thankfully Boyle is taking a ton of photos. I’ll enjoy going through them later.

She has this lustful excitement in her eyes. I’m sure she’s enjoying the effect this is having on me. Once more she reaches down to finger herself while I’m watching before she pulls on the rope again to grind it into her cunt.

She appears to be quite aroused by it all as she masturbates, fingering herself and then pulling on that rope between her labia. Is she doing it for me or is she doing it for herself? Perhaps it’s a combination of both. Maybe she’s simply determined to give me my money’s worth. After all, I’m paying her plenty for this photo shoot.

“Are you ready, Mr. Wheeler?” Boyle asks as he pauses to look at me. “Would you like the slack taken out of the noose right now?” He holds his camera at the ready.

I nod at our “executioner” who grabs the other end of the rope and gives it a pull, slowly taking the slack out. Dorothy gawks as she feels it tighten. For the first time I see a flicker of uncertainty in her expression.

Her hands seem to freeze as she chokes a little. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Just beautiful. Are you going to keep on masturbating for me, love?”

She smiles nervously at me as she goes back to fingering herself while pulling on the rope through her crotch. But there’s less certainty in her expression. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting her breath to be restricted.

I unzip my fly and pull my hard cock out. It’s too uncomfortable to leave bulging in my pants. She might as well see what kind of effect she’s having on me.

I begin stroking as Boyle starts taking pictures again. Dorothy’s eyes flash excitedly when she sees how turned on I am. Her hands return to their work as she masturbates while pulling on the rope running between her labia.

I see an expression of utter bliss fill her features. Her fingers swirl pleasure over her nub. She pulls on the rope, causing it to dig into her wet pussy.

Her knees bend as she deliberately puts a little weight upon the noose. She rasps and moans as the coil tightens around her throat. I stroke harder, noticing the intense arousal in her features. Boyle continues to snap pictures as though immune from the erotic sight before him.

“Can she handle any more?” I ask our “executioner”. “Can she pose standing upon her toes?” Dorothy gives me a look of alarm.

“Perhaps it’s a little too much for her. Better give her some slack.” She falls for it, just as I suspected she might.

“I can do it, Mr. Wheeler!” she rasps excitedly, nodding at the cameraman to keep taking photos. “I can take it!”

Boyle looks at me and I nod my head. He turns and nods at our assistant who pulls gently yet firmly on the rope. Then he starts snapping as many pictures as he can.

Dorothy gawks as she is lifted up until only her toes are in contact with the stool. Her eyes open wide as the rope constricts around her throat. But her hands become a blur as she furiously fingers herself while tugging on the rope through her crotch.

My cock is hard and dripping with pre-cum as I continue to stroke. Boyle asks, “What do you think, Mr. Wheeler? Isn’t she great? You’re really getting your money’s worth with this one.”

“Only one thing more,” I say to him calmly. “Would you be so kind as to kick the stool away and take more pictures?”

“Certainly, Mr. Wheeler.”

Dorothy’s eyes flash in alarm as she starts to open her mouth in protest. Boyle steps forward and gives the stool a healthy kick. It flies out from underneath her feet, leaving her dangling as our “executioner” hangs on tight, keeping her airborne.

Boyle steps back and starts snapping pictures just as fast as he can. Dorothy gives me a look of surprise as the noose takes her full weight. Her bare feet flutter in vain for the stool that is no longer there.

Her hands jerk upward, the rope grinding between her labia. Then her legs begin to kick and scissor instinctively as I really start stroking myself. Beside me I hear the camera going nonstop.

Dorothy gawks and gurgles as she dances on air, her body twisting and swaying. The look on her face is priceless as she pleads with her eyes for me to have her taken down. Her hands keep jerking upward until her cunt becomes all red, swollen and wet from the rope grinding through it.

“Take her down,” I calmly tell my assistant. He eases on the end of the rope until Dorothy is standing none too steadily on her feet. She rasps for breath as a sheen of perspiration glistens all over her chest. Boyle dutifully captures the moment with his camera.

“Doing ok, love?” I ask the poor dear with a smile as the assistant steps forward and loosens the noose from around her neck. She looks at me in shock, her eyes wide at what we’ve just done to her. Then she weakly nods her head that she’s ok. No doubt she’s still thinking about the money she will make from this little photo shoot.

“Good,” I tell her with a smile. Then I look at our “executioner”. “Please take her back up.”

He leans on the rope until her feet leave the floor. Once again she is airborne. Her eyes fly open in astonishment as her hands painfully jerk that rope up into her pussy.

“Can you take her higher?” I ask my assistant. “I’d like some pictures looking up at her from the ground.”

My “executioner” puts his weight on the rope until Dorothy is taken higher. Her legs begin to scissor again as she sways and twists. Her eyes show the agony of strangulation by noose.

The ceiling of the empty hall we’re filming in is nice and high, allowing our model to be pulled six… seven… eight feet up. Her swollen pussy flares as Boyle snaps the pictures I want of her dripping cunt. Her labia are red and swollen, and her head tips to the right from the placement of the knot as she gawks and gurgles.

“Down,” I calmly tell my assistant.

He carefully lets her down until once more she’s tottering on her feet. There’s a look of wide-eyed horror on her face as she raggedly rasps for breath. He steps forward and loosens the noose so she can get more air.

“Still doing ok, love?” I ask kindly. This time she shakes her head no.

“Had enough?”

She nods anxiously.

“Sorry, love, but we’re not finished,” I tell her sympathetically. “Just a few more pictures, ok? Besides, I’m… well… you know.”

I stroke my cock as I look over at our “executioner”. “Take her back up please.”

Dorothy gasps “NOO” as he leans into the rope. Her voice is cut off as she’s pulled upward, kicking and rasping for breath. “Higher,” I explain, and he pulls her higher into the air.

Her legs fly as she dances wildly. Boyle furiously snaps photo after photo. He reassures me by telling me these are going to turn out well.

“You see, love?” I tell Dorothy as she strangles in the noose. “We’re getting good photos here. You should be proud.”

A sudden mist comes spraying downward as I stroke my cock again. “Is that piss?” I ask my cameraman.

“Don’t think so, Mr. Wheeler,” Boyle observes. “There’s no smell and it’s not yellow. I think she just had an orgasm.”

“Delightful,” I murmur as I look up at her dancing in the air for us.

Her legs scissor and pedal, her cuffed hands jerking on the rope through her wet crotch. Is she trying to get herself off again? Or is she trying to pull them free so she can reach up for the rope around her neck? Either way, the erotic result is still the same.

She gawks and gurgles as her legs fly all around until I order our “executioner” to bring her back down. Once more Dorothy’s feet come in contact with the floor. But she sways drunkenly as she tries to regain her balance.

My assistant goes over to steady her and loosen the noose around her throat. There’s a look of growing terror in her eyes which I find absolutely intoxicating. She coughs and rasps for breath, unable to speak as she pleads with her eyes for me to stop all this.

“Again, Mr. Wheeler?” our “executioner” asks with a smile. Boyle nods yes; he wants more pictures. Dorothy shakes her head as she now wants to conclude our photo shoot.

“I think so,” I tell him with a smile. “Deep down I think the lass loves it.”

Her eyes fly open in horror. She shakes her head as though I’ve got it all wrong. Then she’s abruptly taken back up into the air with a loud “GAWK!”

“Not so high this time, my good man. Let her toes barely brush the floor.”

“Ok, Mr. Wheeler.”

He eases her back down until she sways all around, her feet fluttering. It must be maddening for her to barely feel the floor each time she swings back and forth. It’s arousing as hell, and I stroke my cock as she dangles in sheer agony.

Her legs kick and pedal before her knees jerk together. Her feet stretch down and point toward the floor, the tips of her toes barely brushing the wood surface. Her face turns a lovely shade of red as she rasps for breath.

Her hands continue to jerk upward, making her pussy extremely red, swollen and wet. It was pure inspiration tying her wrists in front like that. Either she’s desperate to loosen the constricting coil from around her neck or she’s desperate to enjoy one more orgasm before she passes out.

“Down,” I tell our “executioner”. He eases up on the rope until Dorothy’s bare feet come in contact with the floor yet again. She sways drunkenly as she rasps madly for breath.

“Better?” I ask Dorothy with concern in my voice. She nods her head as she coughs and gasps, swaying unsteadily on her feet.

Boyle looks and me and says Dorothy will probably feel better if we lift her back up and leave her hanging. “All this up and down business must be hard on her throat, Mr. Wheeler.”

“Good thinking, Boyle,” I reply. Then I smile at the panting woman, her chest heaving from her exertions.

“Don’t worry, love. This time it will be permanent. You’ll be able to cum to your heart’s content as you hang to death. How does that sound?”

Her eyes get big as saucers and she shakes her head. Then I nod at our “executioner”. “Take her back up into the air, my good man. Two feet off the ground should just about do it, if you please.”

Dorothy starts to let out a cry of alarm. Her voice is cut off as he leans on the rope. Dorothy is pulled up off her feet into the air for the very last time as he ties the rope off to a nearby cleat attached to the wall.

Her legs scissor and kick as she starts to swing wildly, her body pirouetting like a ballet dancer. Her hands jerk that rope up into her crotch like crazy until it looks really red and starts to bleed a little. Boyle snaps away with his camera as my assistant stands next to me.

“May I join you, Mr. Wheeler?”

“Certainly.” That’s when he unzips his fly, takes out his meat and starts stroking as well.

Dorothy grunts and gurgles as her face turns a nasty shade of red. Her neck appears to lengthen as her knees come together again, jerking upward as though she can somehow loosen the constricting coil from around her neck. However that action only serves to tighten it, strangling her more profoundly.

There is the distinct sound of a loud fart, a sound that blends with her ragged rasps. Her knees jerk upward as her hands furiously jerk that rope into her crotch. Her back arches, her eyes rolling as her neck stretches even more. Her chest sticks out as her nipples swell, drool from her mouth splattering down upon them.

There is the sound of another loud fart as her bowels release. A messy pile splats onto the floor below her swaying body. Then it is as though relieving herself has suddenly given her an extra burst of adrenaline as she kicks wildly again.

Her body twists and sways as she grunts and gurgles. Her knees jerk together again as her chest spasms from lack of air. Then she abruptly goes limp, her legs twitching as rasping sounds emanate from her lungs.

There is a sudden splatter of piss underneath her as her bladder gives way. Then her body shudders as her legs twitch and spasm. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth as a trickle of blood splatters upon her breasts. The hanged lass has bitten her tongue.

Boyle furiously snaps pictures as the executioner and I stroke like crazy. As her body softly sways, twisting gently in place, we both step forward. Her legs are the recipient of our spurting cocks as cum streaks down and drips off her feet onto the floor.

“Who do we make the money order out to, love?” Boyle asks the dangling wench… as though she could possibly hear him in her present condition. I lean closer as though listening for a reply that will not be forthcoming.

“She says we should keep it,” I tell him with a smile. “She says she’s grateful to have danced for our viewing pleasure, and that she hopes the photos keep us happy for many years to come.”

“Excellent,” Boyle proclaims with a grin. “She always was a thoughtful lass.”

All three of us walk up to her and caress her naked, twitching body. Boyle squeezes her tits as I finger her dripping slit. My assistant appreciatively runs his hands up and down her legs before turning to me with a smile on his face.

“You always find good ones for us, Mr. Wheeler. Her tits really bounced. This one put on an excellent performance.”

“She certainly did,” I reply with a smile. Then I look at the hanged lass one last time.

“Thanks for the effort, love. Sorry we can’t stay longer, but we must be going.” Then I give her a push. Her naked body sways back and forth as we gather up our gear and turn our backs on her, heading out of the empty hall with a camera full of pictures and minds filled with erotic memories…

© 2012; 2017 (written for Dorothy Jan 10 ’12; ed. May 1 ‘17 by riwa)

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Rescuing their mother 3 (1)

Posted on June 6, 2017 by riwa

The apartment pool where I live is not very big. It’s only 15 x 30 and not much for swimming laps. But it’s better than nothing, and it’s a good way to cool off on a really hot day.

I tend to go check it first to see if anyone is in it. If there are kids splashing around then it means I probably won’t be able to do laps very well. I don’t mind though because I usually just put it off until there are no kids in the pool.

The other day I found it was deserted so I went out for a swim. I was wearing my faded green swim trunks because I’m pretty self conscious about getting caught in my Speedos should a mother and her kids show up. And that’s exactly what happened.

I heard them come in as I swam to the deep end of the pool. I didn’t know who had come in until I turned and headed back. There were three young boys in the water – two brothers and a friend of the family. I noticed right away that one of them was already in the water obstructing my path as I swam for the shallow end because I heard the mother holler for him to get out of my way.

Mom stood on the top step with her feet in the water. She was wearing a lime green bikini that accentuated some nice cleavage. There was even a bit of an ass crack peeking out from her bottoms when she turned around. She certainly seemed nice enough though.

Anyway the boys wasted no time starting to play around, telling mom to “Watch me – watch me!” as they did their dives. They fetched rocks off the bottom of the pool they had somehow acquired from around the grounds of the apartment complex, rocks that were probably not supposed to be there. But I didn’t feel it necessary to say anything about it.

Since swimming back and forth was no longer practical, I sat on the steps in the shallow end.  I just sat there cooling myself off while watching the boys. Swimming laps was not an option anymore as I would have found it necessary to swim around them, although I’m sure their mom would have reprimanded them for getting in my way.

The boys kept saying, “Mom, watch this!” as they dove and chased after their rocks and such. Their mother saw me smiling at them and motioned out at them while wryly commenting, “It’s cheap entertainment.” I had to agree, telling her it was definitely cheaper than watching Cable TV.

I finally climbed out and took up a lounger to lie on and dry off. That gave me a better view of mom’s behind, although I tried not to stare. The boys kept telling her to “Watch this – watch this!” or they would tell each other, “Hey, watch this!” It was definitely cheap entertainment.

The youngest son went and fetched his plastic boat with a little army man that went with it. He began playing catch with his mom by pushing it toward her in the water and then her pushing it right back to him. She had finally gotten in water up to her waist.

For awhile there I wasn’t even certain she was going to get her hair wet. But she suddenly headed off toward the deep end by diving into the water and then pulling with her arms along the bottom. It was nice to see she wasn’t the least bit afraid of going underwater just like her boys were constantly doing.

I sat there for quite awhile, sometimes watching them and sometimes just staring up at the sky. The boys continued to fetch rocks off the bottom while mom came back and occasionally pushed the boat back and forth to her youngest son. Then she sort of looked around as though it was getting late.

“Ok, boys… out of the pool!” she declared. Her words were met with a disappointed cry of “Oh, mom!” But she was adamant; it was time to get out.

Boys will be boys, and naturally they delayed climbing out of the water. She told them more than once that it was time to go. But they kept finding loopholes to her instructions… reasons to delay getting out. She finally got a little angry and said “NOW!” That made them get out of the water.

She sighed heavily as the younger one began to protest, telling her he had lost his little army man from the boat somewhere in the deep end. The older one wanted to go down and get it himself since he was so proud of his ability to dive to the bottom of the 8 foot section. But by now I could tell mom was fed up because she just sighed, pointed at the gate and then told them, “HOME… NOW!”

“AWW, MOM!”

“But what about my man from my boat?” the younger one protested. It was obvious she wanted them out of the water. Maybe she was going to go to the deep end to fetch it herself.

“I’ll get it,” she told him. “You just get home now.” The two sons pouted, their friend not saying a word as they all left the pool area.

I wanted to watch her dive down to fetch the wayward toy. But I didn’t want to appear like some sort of pervert. So I gathered my belongings and got ready to leave.

She hadn’t gone down yet when I smiled at her. She saw me looking in her direction and shook her head with a wry smile. “Kids!” was all she said. I nodded in agreement.

I watched as she sort of jumped and then dove down toward the bottom of the deep end, pulling with her arms. The water was clear do I could see pretty much everything. She didn’t have any goggles or anything. She just went right down as though she didn’t need them.

I felt a little conspicuous standing there watching. I was all prepared to leave since I had my towel, goggles and keys in my hands. But since she was underwater I wanted to stick around for a bit just to watch.

She came back up a few seconds later. I assumed she had what she was looking for. I figured that was it and I turned to go. I didn’t want her to see me staring at her in case I might end up leaving her with a bad impression of me.

I went to the gate and was just about to unlock it to open it. Something made me turn back to look one last time. She wasn’t at the surface anymore, and I saw she had gone back down.

I figured she must have missed it the first time. Maybe she hadn’t seen it clearly… or by the time she had spotted it maybe she had needed to come up for air. I didn’t know what the deal was.

I felt like I should get going and not get caught standing there staring at her. But something made me stand there and watch a little longer. She didn’t come up, and I saw a lot of bubbles.

I began to wonder what was taking so long. But I didn’t want to be accused of being a pervert or anything for watching so long. Still, she seemed like she was staying down a long time.

I put my stuff down on a nearby chair and began walking along the side of the pool toward the deep end. I was curious as to what was taking so long. She still hadn’t come up.

At first I thought she was going to catch me watching her and get mad at me for sticking around to gawk. Then I got a really good view of her down on the bottom. I thought I saw her trying to jerk her hand out from under the drain cover as more bubbles came up.

Right away I got the impression something was wrong. I hadn’t figured it could be the drain or anything. But when she jerked her arm again and it didn’t come free, I knew then she was in some sort of trouble.

Now I’m a lousy diver… never was very good at going into the pool head first from the side or a diving board. But I remembered watching a little girl diving around into the pool from the other day while I had been here. So without thinking too much about it I sort of stuck my arms out and dove right in. It was more of a belly flop than anything else, but at least I was in the water.

I swam down and saw she was really yanking on her arm.  It looked like her fingers were caught under the drain cover. It was as though she’d tried to lift it up or something and had gotten them wedged in good and tight.

What I did next was kind of instinctive. Her fingers looked stuck and she was really thrashing about while losing air fast. So I grabbed her arm, braced myself, and then pulled really hard.

She came loose right away with a bubbly cry. I sort of hauled her up to the surface until we burst up together. She gasped and then flailed, pulling me back under with her.

I glubbed as I tried pushing her back up. Then we sort of flailed ourselves over to the side of the pool. I helped her grab onto the metal ladder.

When she grabbed on, only then did she stop resisting me. That’s when she really started coughing and choking. “You ok?” I asked, and she nodded and coughed some more.

She and I swam to the shallow end where she sort of flopped down onto those steps leading out of the water. I sat there with her until she managed to stop coughing. Then she looked at me as though it had just dawned on her.

She thanked me for coming down to help her. “You’re welcome,” I replied. And that was pretty much it… it was just that casual.

After a couple more minutes she composed herself enough to say, “I can’t believe I nearly drowned over some stupid toy!” I chuckled as I replied fetching toys in the deep end was not for the faint of heart. She laughed at that.

She said it looked like her son’s army guy was stuck under the cover. So she grabbed the drain cover and tried to pull it up. “I got him out, but then the cover pinched my fingers,” she explained. “Somehow I couldn’t get it up again.”

She went on to say all she could think about down there was how her sons wouldn’t have a mother anymore and how stupid it was to drown over some stupid toy army man. Then she added how she vaguely remembered seeing me over by the gate but that she thought I was on my way back to my apartment and that I would never know she had drowned until later.

I told her I had seen her go back down and had stuck around to watch. But I was concerned about staring too long as I didn’t want to come across as being a little too pervy sticking around watching a woman swim underwater. “But when I didn’t see you come back up I began to get concerned.”

“Well I’m glad you stuck around!” she told me appreciatively. “I’m glad you were watching when you did because I was sure you’d gone back to your apartment.”

She paused a moment as though trying to remember things. Then she said, “I remember telling myself to just hold my breath a few seconds longer and then a few seconds longer and that eventually I would free myself. That cover was pinching my fingers pretty good and I finally went into a panic.” Then she looked down at her hand, wincing when she saw her fingers looked rough and all scraped up.

“Sorry about that.”

“Oh don’t be!” she replied kindly. “I would have never gotten back up without you!”

She paused and looked at me for a moment as though trying to remember something. Then she added, “I vaguely remember you coming down… almost like a dream. I was struggling and struggling, and all I could think of was ‘NO – NO; I CAN’T DROWN!’ And then you were there and you pulled my fingers out… and I was suddenly at the surface getting air and I slipped back under and it was all so confusing. And then I was over at the ladder and then I was coughing like crazy and my head started to clear.”

I asked if she had gotten any water down her windpipe. She said maybe a little. I told her she had to be really careful about that, and that it might be better if she went to the ER because you can get serious complications from a near drowning. But she said she thought she would be ok. So I told her to be careful and to watch out for any dangerous symptoms from having inhaled a little water.

At that point I became self-conscious again. So I stood up as I told her I should probably be going. She thanked me again and I told her she was welcome.

I didn’t even bother to dry myself off. I just grabbed my stuff and headed for the gate. She was toweling off when I left the pool area. But there was something in her features as she looked at me one last time… as though she was super thankful, although a little embarrassed she had done that to herself and that I had to come save her and pull her up.

When I reached my apartment I think it finally hit home. I got the shakes something fierce… like something could have happened to me trying to save her or that she could have drowned. I had to sit down and rest for awhile before I finally calmed down. I never knew I would have a story to tell after going down to the pool just to swim some laps that day.

© 2014; 2017 (written for JQpublic Aug 17 ’14; ed. Jun r ‘17 by riwa)

Author’s note: Parts of this story are true. For instance, there WAS this mother in a lime green bikini, although that picture is one I found on the Internet and is not her. And there WERE three boys in the pool with her. And I DID get to see her swim underwater for a few very short seconds.

Anything beyond that? Let’s chalk it up to the vivid imagination of a guy who writes underwater stories, shall we? Besides, my friend loves tales of women being stuck in the drain. My swim was so boring that I felt I had to make up something exciting to tell him.

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The big oak tree 4.9 (7)

Posted on May 30, 2017 by riwa

I met him and his friends when they came into my strip club. They saw me and asked me for a private show. So I took them to a special room and gave them all a lap dance.

I got all their cocks good and hard as I ground into each bulge. I could tell how much they loved it. And I found myself thinking about which one of them I would like to fuck first if I ever got the chance.

That night when the club closed Jeffrey was right there wanting to take me out for coffee. So I went out with him. We hit it off right away.

He and his pals came back several more times for lap dances. They were always lavish with their tips. And I kept on seeing Jeffrey.

I soon learned he was rich. It explained why his tips were always so generous. He also told me he had fallen for me.

I told him I was flattered but that I enjoyed my job too much, especially the way I could get guys cocks good and hard. He said he understood that. And he didn’t have a problem with me continuing to work at the club.

He offered to marry me, telling me he could give me a better life if I wanted. I could wear nice clothes and go out to more expensive restaurants. I had to admit the idea certainly appealed to me.

That night we went to his penthouse in the city where he made love to me. It was wonderful. He told me I owed him nothing as a result of our sex together as he didn’t want me to feel obligated. But I was already starting to consider taking him up on his marriage proposal.

His pals were coming in getting lap dances every now and then. I was giving them blowjobs and had been considering fucking them as they had such wonderful cocks. But I figured I would have to give that up if I was going to marry Jeffrey.

I finally agreed; he was just too good to me to turn down. He even offered to allow me to strip at the club for the attention of men so long as it went no farther. How could I say no?

I did have to sign a prenup, but I didn’t mind. However it was the last paragraph in the prenup that got my attention. If I was caught committing adultery, it meant he could hang me to death.

I was stunned. So I asked if he was serious. He told me he was. He said I was free to divorce him and go my merry way if I didn’t like the life we had together. All he asked was that I didn’t commit adultery.

Naturally I told him I would have to think it over. He wouldn’t really hang me, would he? After all, the crazy bastard loved me!

I thought about the strip club and the job I loved and the cocks I enjoyed teasing. But I loved him enough that I figured it would all work out in the end. After all, he would grant me my divorce if I wasn’t happy and wanted to go back to being single.

At one point I asked a couple of girls I worked with what they thought about it. They told me they weren’t sure it would work out since I loved cock so much. They said if I screwed up – and they were sure I would – they fully planned on attending my hanging. In response I told them to go fuck themselves.

That evening a couple of his pals came in to see me. I couldn’t help giving them both lap dances. After all, they were more generous with their tips than the other customers who came to see me.

I asked them how serious Jeffrey was about hanging someone. They told me they’d witnessed a hanging and believed him to be quite serious. The girl had been a slut so he’d hanged her from the oak tree in the front yard of his home according to the terms of their prenup.

I was astonished; I just couldn’t believe it! Then they confessed they were concerned if I loved him enough to remain faithful. I could understand how they felt, especially since I ended up willingly blowing them both before they left.

I finally decided a change of pace would do me good. Jeffrey loved me and had offered to give me a better life. I hadn’t told him I was having sex with some of my other clients, although I imagine he’d already figured that out. I decided I could put the club life behind me and become a one-man woman.

We had a nice ceremony at his home in the country. All my friends from the club were there along with his friends and acquaintances from work. And of course all his pals were there, the ones I kept blowing at the club.

We held it in the front yard in front of that big oak tree. I was rather shaky standing there during the ceremony knowing the last woman he’d married had met her end under one of those giant limbs. If I screwed up I could find my life ending in that very location, perhaps with this very same group of people looking on.

For the first three months of our life together I committed myself to being the wife of Jeffrey Smith. But I missed teasing all those cocks back at the club. So I asked him about it and how it would affect the prenup.

He said there was nothing in the terms about me being a cock-tease. He said that was a part of me he found irresistible. Often I would tease him and get him all worked up before he would fuck the shit out of me. So I went back to work at the club, appreciative of his understanding about my needs.

The owners welcomed me back with open arms. I had big tits and was one of the more popular girls there. The other bitches were jealous as hell. But at the very least my presence meant more customers for everyone.

Some of the girls there questioned my ability to stay out of trouble and remain faithful. I told them I loved Jeffrey and would never do anything to hurt him. They just laughed at me, reminding me I loved cock too much. Perhaps they were right.

Jeffrey’s pals had continued to come in to get lap dances even after I’d left. But when I came back they still went to the other girls. I was hurt they didn’t want to see me, and I told them so.

They replied how they respected Jeffrey and didn’t want anything to come between us. I told them I loved teasing the hell out of them and was glad they cared about their pal. I said I’d be happy to give them lap dances if they wished. But the blowjobs would have to stop.

I don’t know what the hell happened to me. But when I gave them a lap dance it was as though I wanted their cocks more than ever. Now they had become forbidden fruit, meaning they were even more desirable.

A month after my return to the club I had Jeffrey’s friend Denny in a back room. He had a great cock, and I was horny as hell. And our penthouse in the city was beckoning for me to bring him home as I stayed in it during the week whenever I was in town.

I gave Denny the lap dance of his life. Then I invited him back to the penthouse for a drink. When he looked at me I could tell right away how much he wanted me. That was such a fucking turn-on!

“Don’t you know how dangerous it would be for us to be together in his penthouse, Mae? Don’t you know how much I want you?”

“Denny, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first night I laid eyes on you. Just one little drink, ok? We can have a drink together and then you can leave.” But when we got there I didn’t want him to leave. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. So we fucked like rabbits.

I’m ashamed to admit it was one of the most erotic nights of my life. I’d pursued him and had gotten exactly what I’d wanted. Imagining hanging for my crime had only made the sex that much hotter.

Denny reminded me I could hang for what we had just done. Maybe that was the allure – the danger I was putting myself in. It was so arousing that I’d willingly taken the chance.

Before he left I told him how hot it had been but that we shouldn’t do it again. I was feeling guilty once it was over. “You won’t tell on me, will you, Denny?”

“He’s my friend, Mae, although I like you a lot. No, I won’t tell on you.” Then he was gone.

I decided that was going to be the end of the matter. That weekend I went home to Jeffrey and was the ever attentive wife. We enjoyed our naked swim in his large backyard pool. Afterwards we fucked like rabbits.

I vowed my time with Denny would only be a one-time indiscretion. After all, I could hang for it if Jeffrey ever found out. But the temptation was just too great, especially when his friend Mark came in for a lap dance a few days later.

I gyrated in his lap like a woman gone mad. Then I invited him back to the penthouse. He was wary just like Denny had been, admitting he’d always wanted to fuck me and would have a hard time holding back because of his fondness for Jeffrey. I told him we were only having drinks before I sent him home.

It was a lie of course. Once we got to the penthouse I got him out of his clothes and began sucking on his cock like a back-alley whore. I just had to have it.

“Don’t you realize you could hang for this, Mae?”

“That’s what makes it so exciting, Mark! Now fuck me like the slut I am!”

He took me from behind and pounded me ruthlessly. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The whole time I was imagining that damned tree in our front yard and Jeffrey marching me to it like a condemned woman.

Once more I was contrite once I was back in Jeffrey’s presence. And once more I vowed it would only be that second time and no more. But I was becoming addicted to the rush of fucking all the while knowing I could be hanged for my indiscretions.

I ended up fucking all of Jeffrey’s pals in our penthouse in the city, plus a few other clients I had from the club. The rush was just too addictive. It was as though having that prenup had brought out the whore in me. Hell, I even took it up the ass from several clients, believing I totally deserved it. The orgasms were incredible.

On Saturday I was feeling a little guilty as I drove out to the house. But I wasn’t feeling nearly as bad as I thought I should have. Perhaps it was time to ask for a divorce before I found myself wearing a hemp necktie in the front yard.

Jeffrey wasn’t home so I went to work cleaning up the place and making his favorite meal for when he returned. I got a call midafternoon telling me he was at work and couldn’t get away until evening. I told him I would have his favorite meal ready when he got home and that I would be his all night long.

When he walked in that evening I kissed him deeply. But he didn’t return it as passionately. Besides, he had brought some work home. I was afraid we might not have much time to spend together.

I waved at the meal I’d fixed for him, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. It was hard saying it though. I even lowered my eyes because I was remembering my most recent fuck behind his back and how erotic it had been knowing he could haul me right out to that big oak tree and hang me.

I was happy to see him enjoy the meal I’d fixed. It was a little on the heavy side, so we probably weren’t going to be having sex right away. Then it was time to go fetch dessert from the kitchen.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told him as I brought out his favorite cheese cake.

“And I’ve something for you,” he told me, pointing at my chair. Sitting there was a large manila envelope he must have put there while I was in the kitchen.

Was it the title to another car? Was it a shopping spree? He was always springing those things on me. It made me feel even more guilty.

My heart leaped into my throat when I opened it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper with a montage of pictures of me fucking his friend Denny in the penthouse. Another sheet of paper contained another montage of pics of me fucking Mark. His other two friends were included along with pics of several of my other customers I’d taken there.

I gasped as I stared at all that incriminating evidence. Then my hands began to tremble. “Damn you, Jeffrey! You had me followed??” I tried to sound indignant even though I was shaking like a leaf.

“Didn’t have to,” he replied, taking another mouthful of cheesecake. “The hidden cameras in the penthouse recorded it all. The hanging is already set for tomorrow morning. I’ve been out today inviting company employees as well as all your friends and coworkers from the club to attend. They seem quite eager to see you hang.” He paused before adding, “The cheesecake is delicious.”

I stared at him in shock the way he’d said it so calmly. Then I stammered, “You can’t just… h-hang me like that, can you??”

“Afraid I can, Mae. The paperwork is all legit.” Then he finished his cheesecake and rose up from the table before telling me, “Now it’s time to get a slut like you ready.”

“Ready?” I gasped as I swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for your last night on earth. I’ve got just the thing for a cock-hungry whore like you.”

“Jeffrey?? Wait… you can’t…!”

He took me by the arm and led me off to our private sex room. It had some accessories we’d used from time to time. When we got there I looked in horror to see he’d set up a fucking machine for my cunt and ass.

He stripped me out of my clothes and tied me up until I was kneeling. One dildo went up my pussy while the other filled my ass. For good measure he fitted one into my mouth to thrust in and out. Then he turned them on, bidding me goodnight and then walking out the door. He even turned the light off, plunging me in total darkness.

I’d used his machines before. But it was the first time I’d ever been stuffed like that, especially on the night before my hanging. The darkness scared the crap out of me!

Those dildos pumped me nice and slow. Then they increased until I was really getting it good and hard. It was hard to breathe with the one in my mouth. Then I screamed from a horrific orgasm.

The machine powered down and I got a bit of a breather. Then it began to increase. The dildos fucked me harder and faster until I came again. I got it three times before the machine shut off.

I thought maybe that was going to be the end of it. But the machine came back on. I got it three more times before it powered back down.

I think the machine was set for 15 minute intervals with a 15 minute rest. I was in for a long night. By the time he got ready to hang me in the morning I was going to be mush.

The machine powered down until I got a 15 minute fuck and a 15 minute rest. Then I got a 15 minute fuck and a 30 minute rest. I was going to be sore and all cummed out by morning.

I don’t know when the machine finally shut off or how much sleep I got in that uncomfortable position. In the morning the door opened and Jeffrey came in. He was wearing one of those terrycloth robes we used whenever we were in the back yard taking a break from using the swimming pool.

He tied my arms behind my back hand over elbow until my tits stuck out. Then he marched me outside. I stammered, “Naked… you’re going to hang me… n-naked??”

“That’s right, Mae.” I couldn’t believe he was so calm about it.

When we stepped outside I saw a small crowd of people had gathered over by that oak tree, many of whom were wearing those same robes. A lot of them were the same ones who’d attended our wedding. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. My eyes quickly focused on the noose dangling from one of the branches over a small set of steps.

It was embarrassing as hell being marched out there naked to his tree in the front yard. I started to hyperventilate as my nipples hardened considerably. My pussy and ass were already dripping from my many cums during the night.

I found Denny and Mark as well as Jeffrey’s other two pals I’d fucked. They didn’t act the least bit guilty. If anything, they looked eager to see me hang.

My heart leapt into my throat as Jeffrey marched me forward. I gasped, “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”

“Why not? You signed the prenup. You knew what was in it. Besides, you told my friends how hot it made you to think you might be caught and forced to hang for it.”

“But Jeffrey, I… I LOVE you!”

“No you don’t, Mae. You love cock. I just happen to be packing one, just like all the other men you’ve fucked.”

I recognized some of the girls I worked with at the club. Some of them were also wearing robes. The fucking bitches were smiling at the peril I was in.

“Jeffrey, what’s going on? Why all the… what’s going on??”

“We’re having a barbecue pool party right after your hanging, Mae. I’ve invited everyone to attend. You’ll be left to dangle out here for the duration while we go back and have ourselves a good time.”

“You’re not… not really going to do this, are you??”

“Denny?” he said to his friend. “Have I done this before? Mae wants to know.”

Denny looked at me and smiled knowingly as he told me, “You’ll be the fourth, Mae.”

“The F-FOURTH???” Now I was really terrified.

I frantically looked all around until I saw Judge Meyers standing there in a robe. He was one of my regulars I teased and sucked. Maybe he was my ticket out of this mess.

“Judge!” I gasped. “Please don’t let them hang me!”

When he looked at me I thought I saw a small glimmer of hope. Then he put out his hand and said, “Let me see the evidence one more time please.” Jeffrey’s attractive secretary Lilly handed a manila envelope over to him.

He looked through all the photos. Then he looked at a piece of paper that must have contained that last part of the document I’d signed. “The evidence is overwhelming, miss. And the prenup looks perfectly legal. Is that your signature?”

“Y-yes, sir. But I…”

“No matter. You may proceed with the hanging, Mr. Smith.”

I gasped as some of his friends started to clap. I could tell they were really looking forward to this. “Jeffrey; NO!” I gasped as he walked me up the steps.

There were six of them I had to navigate, taking me several feet up off the ground. The noose was hooked to a crossbeam at the top of the steps. Jeffrey freed the noose from its hook and looped it around my neck, cinching it up tight. One push and I’d fall backwards off the steps to lap dance my life away.

“J-J-Jeffrey?” I stammered, my heart racing as my pussy throbbed. By then I was wet as hell and leaking like a sieve. My nipples were so hard they hurt as my tits heaved every time I tried to take a breath.

“I loved you and was ready to take a chance on you, Mae. But I see now you can never leave the life of the club.”

“That’s because she’s a whore!” one of the club bitches called out. There was laughter as several others nodded their heads.

“D-don’t I g-get a last r-request?”

“No, Mae. That’s been reserved for my friends. They tried to warn me about you. Then they told me they’d love watching you hang once you committed adultery. Now they want to fuck your ass in the noose after you’re dead. Time for your last lap dance, Mae.” And with that he pushed me backward.

I let out a cry as I fell backward off the steps. Then the noose caught me up as I swung back and forth, twisting and turning less than three feet off the ground. I grunted and gurgled as the scratchy hemp dug into my throat.

I saw Jeffrey move to stand right next to his secretary. “He’s mine once you’re dead, bitch,” she called out to me unsympathetically. Then she opened his robe and began stroking his hard cock.

It hurt like hell as my legs struggled to find firm footing while I swung and twisted. The noose was thick and didn’t close off my throat right away. That’s when I realized I was going to experience this for several long minutes before I finally faded away.

I kicked and struggled, my tits thrusting outward. My fluids flew out of my wet crotch as my pussy winked at everyone. It was so horrific that my knees came together in a bunny hop as I actually orgasmed in the noose.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But I couldn’t fault Jeffrey for his actions no matter how hard I tried. I knew the consequences; it was my own damn fault. Hell, the idea he might actually hang me had made my forbidden fruit taste that much sweeter. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Some of the guys’ robes had parted, allowing me to see they were naked with raging hard-ons. I saw a couple of club bitches grab on and stroke them while reaching into their own robes to rub themselves. Were they actually getting off watching me hang to death??

My hips thrust outward as though I was somehow trying to fuck all those cocks. In my asphyxiated state maybe I was. It hurt like hell as I kicked and danced.

At one point it dawned on me I was giving the ultimate lap dance. And I had one hell of an appreciative audience. I noticed a couple of bitches glaring at me as though they were jealous as hell.

Something made me throw myself into my dying gyrations. Maybe it was a natural reaction. But maybe it was because I was a cock tease all the way to the end. I’d like to think that’s what it was.

I finally tired myself out until there was nothing left to give. I could barely get any air down my throat as I swung less and less, slowly twisting in one direction and then back in the other. I could actually feel internal organs dying inside.

The judge came forward and parted his robe. “That was one hell of a lap dance, Mae. This is my last request.” Then he grabbed my feet, using them to give himself a foot job.

I rasped and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. I shuddered from what must have been another orgasm, although I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. When I caught sight of Jeffrey I saw him getting his cock sucked by that bitch secretary of his. That’s when I knew I would easily be replaced.

The judge’s cock erupted all over my feet as I shuddered. A death rattle emanated from my throat. I jerked one last time and then pissed myself before I faded away. At least I’d given them all one hell of a lap dance to remember…

© 2017 (written May 20 ’17 by Riwa)

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The Twilight Zone: The haunted spa 3 (2)

Posted on May 30, 2017 by riwa

She slipped into her black one-piece for an enjoyable dip in her spa on the afternoon of Friday the 13th, unaware she would be taking a soak in… THE TWILIGHT ZONE!
At first, she turned on the jets for a pleasant soak.
Then she turned off the jets, deciding that she wanted to have a little fun.
She began playing around, sticking her head partway into the water.
Then she submerged, wondering if she could keep the water out of her nose.
Strangely, she found herself unable to get up right away. She finally managed to get up, gasping in confusion, her hair in her eyes.
She sat there in amazement, wondering why she hadn’t been able to get up right away. Had it really happened? Or had she imagined it?

Then she slipped and went down backwards, completely submerging herself!
For a panic-filled moment she couldn’t get back up… as though something was holding her down! Then she got up gasping and sputtering, snorting water out of her nose! It stung something fierce and she decided to play with her dive mask for a while.

She grabbed a small weight, held it behind her back, slid down into the well of the spa and held her breath.
She started to come up, only to be jerked back down by the weight! To her utter shock she couldn’t let go! She burbled in fear as her chest began to heave, her lungs growing desperate for air. For a moment she wondered if she was going to be able to hold her breath much longer.
The next thing she knew she was flat on her back in the well of the spa as a foot held her down. She was horrified, thinking that some serial killer had broken into her patio and was going to drown her!
…and then amazingly enough the foot was gone, her dive mask was not on her face anymore and the spa jets were on again! Had she imagined it all??

She smiled and laughed… a nervous laugh. She was under a lot of stress. Perhaps she’d nodded off, relaxing against the jets. Yeah… that must be it! That HAD to be it! She was just imagining things!
She leaned back and floated on her back, allowing the jets to bubble all around her, relaxing her.
A dream… or some sort of strange hallucination! Yes, surely that was it! It was the stress; she needed a vacation!
…and then she was pulled under again! She cried out in terror, air bursting out of her mouth until she burst up, gasping and sputtering, her hair covering her face!
Trembling in fear, her heart beating wildly, she started to rise, anxious to get the hell out of the spa… only to feel a malevolent force grab her, keeping her right where she was! She whimpered fearfully, only to realize to her horror that she was being pulled down into the water!

She felt herself being pulled down and her hands waved under the water, trying to figure out what… or WHO… had a hold on her! But there was nothing in the spa with her… nothing that she could feel or see!
She grabbed a quick breath just before her mouth and nose were submerged and she closed her eyes in pure terror. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME??!!” her mind screamed. “NO! I DON’T WANNA DROWN!”
She fought like hell, struggling to get back up. But it was no use. She was pulled down until all but the top of her head was submerged.
She screamed a flurry of bubbles that mixed with the froth of the spa jets, her mind crying out for someone to save her. She tried valiantly to hold her breath, hoping against hope that whatever was pulling her down would let her go before she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her lungs heaved in her chest and she lost burst after precious burst of air as she struggled to poke her head above the bubbly surface.

“NOOOOOOO…!”

…and then she couldn’t hold it anymore! Air burst out of her body and she gurgled as she inhaled a killing lungful of air. She began spasming painfully, her body trying to cough the liquid back out, unaware that she was now floating face down in the frothing water.
She screamed inwardly, her lungs filling rapidly as her body jerked and spasmed. She opened her mouth one last time in an effort to inhale air, only to pull more water down into her lungs. Then she spasmed one last time before her body went limp.
And then the spa jets abruptly shut off by some unseen hand, leaving her floating face down as the swirling water calmed.
Her body twitched involuntarily. Then she floated lifelessly, waiting for the next-door neighbor to accidentally stumble upon the grizzly scene simply because the elderly woman needed to borrow a cup of sugar.
(written Oct 14 ’06 by riwa)

(Pictures are for illustration purposes only.)

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Belted! 4 (5)

Posted on May 24, 2017 by riwa

“How about it, big boy?” she asked coyly, sitting provocatively on the bed.

When he didn’t move, she changed her position. “Well? Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna come join me?” She patted the bed for emphasis.

He still didn’t move, but she could tell he was interested. So she invited him over with a wiggle of her finger and a lustful gaze.

“You got something for me to suck on?” she asked innocently. To emphasize her point she stuck a finger into her mouth and started sucking on it thoughtfully.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “How about it, big boy? You wanna sit here next to me and whip it out?” She made slurping sounds as she sucked on her finger. Unable to resist, he moved to the bed and sat down next to her.

The slutty little whore was on him in a flash, working to remove the belt from around his shorts.

She couldn’t wait to get it off him! In seconds she had it unbuckled.

“Gimme that!” she breathed excitedly as she worked to pull it off.

A moment later it was in her hands. “I’ve got your belt!” she said triumphantly as she waved it at him. “Now let’s see what ELSE you’ve got hiding down there.” She moved to unbutton his shorts.

“I have a BETTER idea!” he said as he grabbed for his belt, pulling it out of her hands.

“Oh?” she asked with a smile as she relinquished her hold on it. “What are you gonna do with it?  You certainly don’t need it anymore!” He just looked at her as his eyes flashed menacingly.

“Let’s just wrap it around that slutty little neck of yours!” he announced dramatically. With a flash he had it wrapped around her throat. Her mouth instantly fell open in total shock.

A moment later she opened her mouth, only to discover to her horror that she couldn’t scream… couldn‘t even breathe!

Her hands instantly flew up to the belt around her throat in a desperate effort to pry it lose. She tried to scream again but nothing came out except a wheezing gurgle.

She couldn’t pull any air into her heaving lungs and she couldn’t pry the belt away from her neck!

She tried to scream, tried to breathe, tried to claw the belt off from around her neck as the room started to spin all around her.

He pulled her backward onto the bed as her vision started to blur. She tried to pull his arm away but her muscles felt all numb and tingly. There was a roaring in her ears as she tried one last time to scream. Instead there was a death rattle that emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Then she stopped moving altogether as everything went dark all around her.

He waited for another minute but there was no need. Her lifeless eyes gazed upward, her mouth frozen open from her last attempt to pull air into her tortured lungs. He got up and looked down at her, satisfied that she was gone.

“I’ll bet this wasn’t what you expected,” he said grimly, looking down at her death stare.

He glanced at the clock and discovered to his dismay that he needed to go. Instantly he began to think of how he was going to dispose of her body. Looking around, he found a large bag that he lifted up, measuring to see if she would fit inside.

It looked like it might work so he lifted her upright and pulled the bag over her body.

“You wanna give me a little help here?” he asked with a sadistic chuckle.

A moment later he let go of her body, allowing her to fall backward onto the bed.

Realizing she wouldn’t fit without cramming her in, he turned her over onto her side.

He stuffed her legs up inside until she was all curled up in the fetal position. At least it looked like she was going to fit in the bag now.

“C’mon, bitch!” he said with a sneer. “Monday’s trash day and I gotta have you out to the curb when the garbage truck comes by.”

Only her toes were left sticking out, which meant he just had to cram her inside a little more before sealing up the bag.

“You ready, bitch?” he said to her lifeless body. “I got places to go and people to see… and you got a date with the landfill!”

© 2007 (written May 20 ’07 by riwa)

(Pictures are for illustration purposes only.

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The Twilight Zone: Hypnotized 4 (2)

Posted on May 24, 2017 by riwa

Meet Elizabeth Newberry, age 35, never been married. She has the looks to attract a mate, but not the temperament. She doesn’t care much for male companionship. She prefers solitude, especially her books.

Elizabeth is spending one last night on the road before she returns home from a business meeting she was forced to attend… one last, relaxing night away from the daily routine she has grown accustomed to. In her possession is the latest book she’s been trying to finish for the last few weeks.

 Elizabeth has put on her favorite swimsuit and brought her book down to the motel’s indoor swimming pool on the chance that some family with children might come down to enjoy a swim. She enjoys the sounds of little kids at play… enjoys the sounds of splashing and the gleeful cries of delight, especially since she believes she will never have children of her own.

 Although Elizabeth likes to wear her swimsuit, she has this phobia:  she’s afraid of the water. She won’t even take baths; just uses her shower at home! It’s perfectly fine for anyone else to get in the water and for some reason seeing little kids splash about gives her great delight. Just don’t ask her to dangle her toe in it!

 She likes to come down to the pool in her swimsuit from time to time, bringing along her current piece of reading material, just so she can pat herself on the back for being so close to the water. It’s taken years for her to become comfortable sitting this close and she prides herself on her accomplishment.

 There’s no one around; she has the pool all to herself. Of course she has no intentions of getting in, but that’s going to change and her phobia is about to take center stage!

 Elizabeth Newberry is about to enter…

 THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

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Elizabeth sighed wistfully as she read her book. As interesting as it was, she longed to hear the cries of a youngster playing in the pool. She was becoming acutely aware of her age and the fact that she would probably never bear children. If only that family of four she’d seen earlier would come down and make an appearance. That three year old girl looked awful cute and would probably enjoy paddling around in the pool with her mother at her side.

She suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and glanced up hopefully…

Darn! Just some guy in dark blue swim trunks!

She quickly buried her face in her book, hoping he hadn’t noticed her looking at him. Unfortunately, she thought she heard the quiet whisper of bare feet on tile get louder… as though he might be approaching her. She cursed inwardly, hoping she wouldn’t have to engage in any small talk.

“Hi! Mind if I join you?”

CRAP! So much for that idea!

“Whatever,” she answered curtly, hoping her shortness would put him off. Unfortunately it didn’t.

“Gonna go for a swim later on?”

“No!” It virtually came out as a snarl.

“Why not?” he persisted.

CAN‘T THIS GUY SEE I DON‘T WANT TO TALK??!!

“’Cause I‘m afraid of the water!” she snapped. There! That should drive him off!

“Afraid of the water?!” he replied in astonishment. “I could cure that!”

“Yeah – right!”

“No, really!” he said brightly. “I know hypnotism! I could cure it with hypnotism!”

“Those things don‘t work!” she stated firmly, almost angrily. Now he was really starting to get on her nerves! Why the hell wasn‘t he getting the hint??!!

“Not true!” he kept on. “I cured one guy from smoking and I cured a woman from raiding her refrigerator late at night!”

“Sure,” Elizabeth answered acidly, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“No, really! I could cure your fear of the water! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!”

“I don’t think so!”

“Ah, c’mon; give it a try! What would it hurt? You won’t be afraid of the water after I get through with you! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!” The guy acted like he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer!

Elizabeth roughly closed her book and slammed it down on the table! “OK – WHATEVER!” She was surprised at her outburst, but this guy was really starting to piss her off! Maybe if she just let him do his little hypnotist act on her – just went along with it – he’d finally leave her alone.

She got a glimpse of the eagerness on his face but it only angered her further. She shook her head, propped it up against her hand and sighed heavily as he stammered over his words, obviously excited she was going to let him try…

“This’ll be easy! Now ju… just… uh… follow me, OK? Just… just…” She kept her head up against her hand, hoping for a migraine so she’d have some excuse to leave. She realized she was just too dog-gone nice to people sometimes! She needed to be more assertive!

“Watch the watch… and just relax!” …and he saw her expression. “No, this will work!” he insisted. “Trust me!” …and he pulled the watch off his wrist, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Just watch the watch… and just relax!” he kept repeating. She shook her head in frustration as he waved it back and forth in front of her face…

“Just focus on the watch… focus on the watch… you’re relaxing.”

Elizabeth gave in, figuring she’d never get back to her book unless she let him go through with it! She looked at the watch and allowed herself to calm down and relax. As he kept waving it back and forth in front of her face she followed it with her eyes…

“Focus on the watch…. you’re relaxing………. you’re relaxing………. you’re feeling tired…………”

And damned if she WASN’T feeling tired! Her eyelids got heavy and she found it nearly impossible to keep them open. His words buzzed in her ears…

“You’re feeling very relaxed… very relaxed…”

She felt like she’d been sleeping for hours when she suddenly heard him speak to her…

“You are a beautiful mermaid.”

She couldn’t help but repeat it back to him word for word…

“I am a beautiful mermaid.”

“You are comfortable in the water.”

“I am COMFORTABLE in the water.” …and she believed it!

“I am not afraid of the water.”

“I am not afraid of the water.” …and she suddenly realized she wasn’t!

“The water is my friend.”

“The water is my friend.” …and she found herself longing to be in it!

“The water is my home.”

“The water is my home.” …and her desire to be in the water increased dramatically!

“I can BREATHE in the water.”

“I can BREATHE in the water.” …and she was certain it was true! She found herself desperately wanting to get into the pool!

“Now GO, my beautiful mermaid. GO to the water!”

YES!

She rose up out of her chair and walked trance-like over to the steps that led into the pool, even as something inside her trembled with anticipation. She grabbed onto the rail and slowly descended the steps, stepping into a pool for the very first time and feeling the water wrap itself around her feet, ankles and thighs like a long-lost lover.

She waded away from the steps into deeper water, walking slowly in her hypnotically-induced state. The water felt cool and sensual on her legs and she tingled as goose bumps covered her flesh.

The water climbed her thighs and covered her stomach as she continued to move into deeper water. Her face betrayed no emotion, but somewhere deep within her, her insides churned excitedly, as though she was finally coming home… home to where she belonged! She WAS a beautiful mermaid and she was finally returning home!

But somewhere in a corner of her soul, a voice was crying out in terror, wondering what in the world she was doing wading around in a pool! She was horrified that she couldn’t control her body, couldn’t stop herself from moving into deeper water. She felt absolutely powerless to stop what she was doing. It was as though someone else had taken over, someone who believed herself to be a mermaid of some sort.

As the water level climbed her body and reached her breasts, the mermaid Elizabeth quivered excitedly. Soon she would be underwater where she belonged. Soon she would be home. The water-phobic Elizabeth cried out helplessly, unable to stop what was happening to her as she continued to wade slowly toward deeper water, deep in her trance-induced state.

The water climbed over her breasts to her shoulders, indicating to her that it was time. She paused dramatically, the phobic part of her screaming helplessly. The mermaid part of her trembled with anticipation, not wanting to put it off any longer.

{NO – NO – NO – NO!} “Phobic” Elizabeth watched helplessly as “Mermaid” Elizabeth took a deep breath and submerged.

Air bubbled out of her mouth and nose and for a moment Elizabeth the phobic wondered if everything was going to turn out all right. She still had no control over her body or what was happening to her and she prayed that control would somehow be quickly restored.

Elizabeth the mermaid had no such thoughts. Completely surrounded by cool pool water, everything suddenly felt right with the world! Her body tingled excitedly as though she’d been plugged into a low voltage outlet. She drifted peacefully near the surface, too buoyant to stay near the bottom.

She suddenly became aware of her growing need to breathe as her lungs heaved gently in her chest. She needed air…

‘But I’m a mermaid!’ she realized happily. ‘I can breathe underwater!’ …and she opened her lungs to the chlorinated water…

{NOOOOOOOOO!}

Elizabeth convulsed sharply as her body tried to repel the liquid that entered her lungs. She began jerking and spasming as the pain increased dramatically and confusion washed through her…

‘But I’m a beautiful mermaid! I’m at home in the water! I can breathe in the water! I don’t understand!!’

{NOOOOO! OHMIGAWD – I’M GONNA DROWN!} Somewhere deep inside, Elizabeth wailed in helpless frustration.

Her body drifted to the surface as she convulsed and spasmed, her lungs desperately trying to pull air into her system. Elizabeth the mermaid cried out in confusion…

…and then the hypnotically induced trance was broken and the mermaid was gone, leaving Elizabeth the phobic all alone in control of her drowning body!

‘AAUUGGHH!! WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW’D I GET INTO THE WATER??!!’

She tried to move, only to discover she had no strength left. She tried to lift her head out of the water but it felt like a hundred pound weight above her neck and she was unable to raise it high enough to get a breath. She spasmed again, then went limp as most of her muscles shut down.

The pain in her chest was incredible! She stared down at the pool floor and opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, still trying to pull air into her lungs. She blinked in surprise…

…and then her eyes glazed over…

Elizabeth found herself floating in the air, looking down into the pool at a body that drifted lifelessly on the surface. It dawned on her that somebody needed to get the poor woman out or at least go tell the management that there was a dead woman in their pool. Then she realized to her horror that it was HER!

NOOO!

She looked over at the man who was standing by the rail, recognized him as the one who‘d hypnotized her. He was grinning wickedly and somehow he seemed more… EVIL! She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Then her whole world went dark…

—–

He watched with satisfaction as she floated face down over toward the deep end of the pool. “Wow – that hypnotism worked!” he said aloud in amazement. “I drowned the bitch!”

He stared at her for a few moments before he realized he needed to go. There was a woman on the East coast with a fear of heights and he needed to go see if he could hypnotize her into stepping off the roof of a skyscraper. He nodded at the body of the woman in the pool, then abruptly vanished with a shimmer…

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We all have our ways of dealing with our fears and phobias. Elizabeth Newberry blindly tried to face hers, unaware that she’d just entered…

 THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

 © 2006 (written Mar 29 ’06 by riwa)

(Pictures are added for illustration purposes only.)

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May 19, 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on May 19, 2017 by riwa

I’ve had a very difficult past few days. It started with a phone call telling me my ex-wife Mary was in the hospital in ICU. She’d been having fluid buildup around her lungs and she was starting to have issues of passing out.

I went over to visit on Friday and then back to visit on Saturday morning. That afternoon I got a call from a friend telling me they’d had to use the defibrillator on her 5 times. So I went back Saturday afternoon and watched them attach shock pads to her front and back for the next time her heart stopped.

When I went back on Sunday morning I discovered things had deteriorated even more. I learned Mary had told the doctors she no longer wished to have her heart shocked. She has always disliked pain, so I could understand her decision. I also learned she had been put on comfort care, meaning to give her pain meds and little else just to maintain her comfort levels as per her request.

I spent the next three days and nights staying with her. It gave me a deeper understanding of what my mom went through during my dad’s final stay in the hospital from cancer. I went home in the mornings to get cleaned up and then again in the afternoon for a couple of hours to decompress. But it was only a matter of time.

Wednesday afternoon I was with her when we got permission to remove her from the ventilator she was using. That was the last item keeping her alive. I was there by her side when she passed away a few minutes later. We started our marriage May 17, 1985 and ultimately severed our relationship with her passing May 17, 2017.

It was very hard and very stressful. But the staff at ICU was incredible. They were always seeing how they could help me while I stayed there on watch. Their kindness and professionalism still astounds me as I do not think I have what it takes to watch people suffer and die like that.

Plans are in the works for a service before her remains will be cremated. Afterwards comes the task of getting back to life as normal, if there is such a thing. It occurs to me I shall miss my weekly Saturday visits as she always wanted to hear about my friends and what I was doing and working on.

Some of you might wonder how you can be of help. I have been thinking about that. I have an idea that may sound a little clichéd. But it is the best I can come up with.

Go out to dinner with your parents, your spouse, your brothers and sisters, or your children. Or have a nice meal at home with them. Spend some time looking at them and appreciating them. After all, you just never know when a quirk of fate will separate you.

During our marriage Mary did some posing for me. It will always be a nice memory of her posing for picture stories or making a little video clip. She always did like to know how much people liked how she pretended and play-acted. So allow me to post a few pics of her for you to enjoy.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks for stopping by…

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Bloody revenge 3 (2)

Posted on May 12, 2017 by riwa

For a writing contest at another website, we were inspired to see what we could come up with off this picture. The following story is my creation.

Bloody revenge

“I say we kill her.”

“Not with those Berettas in her shoulder holsters you won’t.”

“Will you two pipe down before she hears us?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony!”

“And my Buster!”

“How do you think I feel? She killed Leon too, you know.”

“I say we go kill her right now.”

“Right here? In the bar? Are you insane? She’ll blow you away before you get halfway across the floor!”

“Just look at her laughing and drinking and smoking.”

“Did you hear that? She was just bragging to that other bitch how she put ‘em down so easily! It’s like they meant nothing to her!”

“Look, you two! I feel the same way. I just don’t think there’s anything we can do about it, ok? Besides, we’re all unarmed!”

“I want to kill her!”

“Me too!”

“You’re both drunk, ok? Maybe I’d better take you home.”

“Get your hands off me! I can drive… I think.”

“Stella, would you tell Carly she can’t drive? Hell, you shouldn’t be driving either!”

“I wanna kill her!”

“Ok – ok; so you want to kill her, Carly! I heard you the first time! Go home before you get your head blown off, ok? You too, Stella!”

“C’mon, Stella. Joyce doesn’t give a damn!”

“I do too. It’s just that we don’t have any weapons. Now go home and go to sleep, ok?”

—

“Hello?”

“It’s me – Carly. I’m here with Stella. We’re at her place and we’re gonna kill her.”

“Are you two nuts? What did you do… follow her home? I’m surprised you’re both still alive right now.”

“Are you coming or not? She’s in there right now and we’re going to go in and kill her.”

“With what – your breath? C’mon, Carly; quit fooling around.”

“We’re here at 5555 West Westchester. Get your ass down here or we’re killing her without you.”

“Carly, don’t you fucking – hello? Hello?? Damnit, they’re going to get themselves killed! I’d better get over there and try to stop them.”

—

“There you are! Are you two crazy? This is insane!”

“Here’s a knife, Joyce. I brought ‘em from home while Carly followed the murdering scum over here.”

“You followed her home? Carly, what’s the matter with you??”

“Look, she’s in there right now. I’m going in with you guys or without you! I ain’t letting no bitch put my Tony in the grave!”

“Carly, your Tony wasn’t exactly the most faithful of guys, you know?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony and I’m going in after her!”

“Carly would you… shit! Stella would you tell her to – what the hell are you doing??”

“I’m going in with her!”

“Stella?? Carly?? Shit!! Don’t go… oh, hell. I guess today is as good a day to die as any other and… you mean she left the front door unlocked??”

“No, Carly got it open.”

“Not so loud, you two! She’ll hear us!”

“Carly, this is a stupid idea!”

“I don’t care. I’m going in to kill that fucking bitch right now!”

“Carly, don’t you… fuck, she’s going inside! Stella, not you too??”

“I’m going in with her, Joyce. Are you coming or not?”

“I never did think I’d live to see my 32nd birthday anyway. I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Where is she going? All the way to the back? She’s waiting at that door, Joyce!”

“Carly, what are you…?”

“Shhh! She’s in here! I can hear her moaning!”

“Moaning? She’s moaning?? What the fuck is she doing in there – Carly, don’t open that door! She’ll see us!”

“I’m just going to take a peek.”

“What the fuck?”

“Stella, what do you see?”

“She’s masturbating, Joyce! The fucking bitch is masturbating!”

“Masturbating?? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“See for yourself!”

“Well I’ll be! What a fucking slut! She’s really rubbing! She’s naked and everything! Look at those tattoos on her arms!”

“Would you forget about those?”

“Carly, you’re still not serious about going in and… oh for gawd’s sake! Let’s get out of here while we still can!”

“I’m going in and slice up that masturbating scum! My Tony deserves better!”

“Carly, that’s suicide!”

“If she’s going in then I’m going in with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Look! I think she’s getting ready to orgasm! See how flushed she looks?”

“Carly, she’ll kill you before you get halfway across the floor!”

“I don’t see her guns anywhere! Besides, I don’t care!”

“Carly, damn you…!”

“I’m going in!”

“Carly, no!”

“I’m going with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Either we get her or she gets us! You coming or not?”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

“She’s cumming so I’m going in! YEEAAHHHHH!”

“CARLY, NO!”

“AAUUUGGGHHH!”

“DAMN, STELLA; NOT YOU TOO – OH FUCK IT!”

“What the hell?? What the hell are you bitches – PUT THOSE KNIVES DOWN – AIIIEEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER; STAB THE FUCKING WHORE!”

“AIIEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH! THAT’S FOR MY TONY!”

“YOU FUCKING…… SHITHEADS….. AAUUGGGHHHHH!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! CUT HER, JOYCE!”

“TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE IT RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!”

“I GOT HER TITS! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH!”

“I….ugh….. p-p-please…”

“UNGH – UNGH – UNGH… THAT’S FOR MY BUSTER, YOU MURDERING SCUM!”

“You can’t… fucking… AWWKK!”

“She’s really bleeding now, Stella! You cut her fucking throat!”

“Take it easy, Carly! We got her already! You don’t have to turn her crotch into mincemeat!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING – CARE – ‘CAUSE – THIS – IS – FOR – MY – TONY!”

“All right – all right, she’s dead; ok? Geez, Carly, you turned her crotch into hamburger!”

“I don’t fucking care! She killed my Tony! AWWWWWWW!”

“C’mon, Carly; don’t cry! Fuck; we’d better get out of here before any of her friends catch us in here! Carly, for gawd’s sake, stop stabbing her, ok?? We killed her five times already!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING…!”

“Stella, grab Carly, ok? We’ve got to get out of here before her friends show up!”

“C’mon, Carly! Joyce is right! Let’s go! You’ve already stabbed her enough times!”

“No – no; I want to keep…”

“Take the knife away from her, Stella! C’mon; let’s get out of here! Shit, we’ve got blood all over us! She’s dead, Carly! She’s dead, ok?? She’s dead, there’s blood everywhere, and the bed is a mess! Let’s go before we’re next!”

“She killed my Tony! AWWWWW!”

“We know – we know; stop blubbering already! C’mon, Stella! Help me get Carly out of here before we all end up dead!”

© 2017 (A Black Lagoon fanfic for “Revy”)

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Secret sacrifices for the tribe 4 (2)

Posted on May 12, 2017 by riwa

Dorothy and her sister Emma thought they were going on a double date with a couple of industrialists. They were dressed in their best when they were picked up outside their hotel in a limo. Their excitement grew at the possibility they were going to be wined and dined.

The champagne came out almost immediately and the two sisters helped themselves. By the time Dorothy realized the men had not joined in it was too late. Within minutes they were both unconscious.

They were taken to a private airport where they were stripped of all their possessions including their fine dresses. They were both gagged and hogtied naked. Then they were tossed unconscious into a wooden crate filled with straw.

While they slept the crate was loaded onto a private flight. Then the plane roared off, destination: the Congo. The two industrialists were paid handsomely for their kidnap victims before being sent on their way.

The two sisters awakened midflight. They itched from the straw and were alarmed to discover they were nude. They were gagged to prevent communication, but eventually they came to the same conclusion: they were airborne.

When they landed several hours later their crate was removed from the plane and loaded onto a truck. They both grunted in horror as they banged around in their confinement. Then it was another long ride over land and what appeared to be a very bumpy road.

A couple of hours passed as their hunger grew. They had no idea what was happening to them and they were terribly frightened. They both deduced they’d been kidnapped, making them wonder if anyone even knew they were gone or where they were.

The vehicle they were in finally stopped, much to their relief. They grunted as they felt the crate they were in being clumsily unloaded. Then they heard the truck roar off.

The air reeked of humidity and the cry of birds and animals they could not identify. They heard strange voices in a tongue they did not recognize. Then the crate was opened and they blinked in the sunlight.

The two women looked out to see what appeared to be African tribesmen looking in on them. Several chattered in an unknown language as they pointed excitedly, causing them both to shiver with fright. Just where the hell had they been taken??

They were pulled out of the crate, only to find themselves surrounded by men in loincloths. Dorothy looked all around in shock. There appeared to be nothing but dense jungle all around.

Dorothy grunted in horror as they were hung from a couple of thick bamboo poles by their arms and legs. Then they were hauled off deeper into the jungle in a hunter’s carry like a couple of carcasses. It was humiliating to be treated like dead animals but there was nothing to be done about it

It was another long trek before they arrived at the center of a village. It was some sort of common area she perceived as a major feeding station. There was a big black pot of boiling water with a lit fire underneath. It was an ominous sign.

Dorothy spotted a large, rough wooden cross nearby. It made her hopeful this tribe of people had been Christianized, and she grunted as she pointed it out with a nod to Emma. Her sister nodded back with a hopeful grunt. The two could only assume they were somewhere in deepest Africa.

Dorothy was taken off her pole and carried over to the cross. She was freed from her bondage and she grunted a thank you that was not understood. Then they began to tie her down to the rough wooden structure.

Almost immediately she discovered that much of it had been previously blackened from flames. She locked eyes with her naked sister who was being poked and prodded by several of the females. Emma’s muffled words to be left alone went unnoticed as her face flushed crimson.

Dorothy’s arms were stretched out and roped to the cross section by her wrists. Her legs were spread apart and attached at the ankles by coils of rope to stakes embedded into the ground. It exposed her glistening pussy for all to see and she whimpered with embarrassment.

As a final indignity a wooden stake with one end in the shape of a large phallus was shoved up her pussy. It was planted into the ground directly below to hold it in place. She wriggled and squirmed anew at this violation, wondering what these people intended for her and her sister. They acted as though they had never seen females with skin so white before.

Her sister was taken to a large rock a few feet away where she was tied down upon it spread-eagled. Then four large tribesmen approached without loincloths, all sporting enormous cocks. It soon became evident Emma was to be given over to them as her sister watched helplessly.

They immediately went to work on her, forcing their large appendages into her pussy while savagely groping her tits. Emma screamed into the gag in her mouth from the brutal violation, her womanhood horribly stretched to accommodate them. Dorothy could only watch in anguish, squirming in fear and humiliation as her sister was raped for the better part of an hour. But she was unable to stop herself from becoming shamefully aroused at the treatment poor Emma was receiving.

When they were finally done with her they simply stepped away, making room for another male who appeared to be some sort of tribal leader. He brandished a wicked looking dagger as Emma’s four rapists disappeared among the tribespeople, only to return with blood-stained machetes. Then he ripped the gag out of her mouth. Emma began to scream for her sister as Dorothy replied with muffled cries of horror.

The head of the tribe stood over her, chanting some sort of incantation as Dorothy watched helplessly. The rest of the tribe chanted with him, many swaying back and forth. Then their voices grew louder as he raised his dagger high.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as Dorothy let out a muffled cry. Emma screamed her sister’s name as he plunged it down into her stomach. Her back arched instinctively as she shrieked from the pain. The tribe let out a cry and raised their hands to the heavens.

Dorothy shuddered in horror, ashamed of the climax that suddenly ravaged her body. She could not believe he had just plunged the dagger into her sister in some sort of sacrificial ritual. But it did not stop there.

Emma screamed even louder as the dagger opened her from ribcage to pubic bone. Then her intestines were pulled out. They were tossed into a bucket a female had hastily provided for the head tribesman.

She lost her voice as her kidneys were removed. Then her liver was taken out and given to another woman who quickly rushed it away. Dorothy wondered if these savages were actually going to eat it.

The last thing to be taken out of Emma’s chest was her still beating heart. She appeared to be alive long enough to see it, her eyes open in horror as the tribal chief pulled it out to display before her. Then one of the four rapists brought his machete down hard, instantly biting into the flesh of her outstretched neck.

He brutally chopped again and again before lifting up her severed head for the rest of the tribe to witness. They raised their hands and chanted aloud as she quickly bled out. But with her heart torn out she had already faded away into oblivion.

Dorothy screamed in horror into the gag in her mouth as the men set to work chopping off Emma’s arms and legs. These were tossed into the boiling pot along with other parts of her body as they made quick work of butchering her. Then her head was placed on a tall stake where she stared with unseeing eyes at her shocked sister.

Dorothy sagged on the cross in despair. Then her eyes flew open as males of the tribe began approaching her with wood and kindling in their arms. They carefully laid it at the base of the cross. Then one of them ripped her gag off.

“YOU BLOODY BASTARDS!” she screamed. “YOU KILLED MY SISTER!” But they ignored her anguished cries. That’s when several of the woman dipped their hands into a nearby pot of grease before coming up to her.

They chattered amongst themselves as they rubbed some sort of goo all over her. Dorothy writhed and whimpered at the unwanted attention. This did not bode well.

Another one of the rapists lit a torch from the fire under the pot. Dorothy let out a cry of horror as he brought it over to her. Then he lowered it into the pile of wood around her feet, setting it ablaze.

Dorothy began to cry out, her pussy clenching around the phallus on the stake shoved into her pussy. The tribe watched her with morbid fascination as she writhed and screamed. A moment later the flames leaped onto her flesh as though attracted to the ooze she’d been coated with.

Dorothy writhed and screamed as fire climbed her naked body until every inch of her was burning. She instinctively ground her pussy against the phallus shoved inside as she shrieked to the heavens. Then there was a whoosh as her blonde hair caught fire.

She screamed up at the heavens, amazed something could hurt so terribly. Her sister’s lifeless eyes watched her death as the head remained impaled upon the stake. Dorothy’s cries finally faded away as smoke and fire invaded her lungs until her spirit fled as she sagged against the cross.

For several moments there was the figure of a human being in the midst of the flames. The tribe chanted quietly as her sister was cooked in the pot. It would be sundown when they would finally eat in front of a little pile on the ground of what was left of the smoldering corpse…

—

Back in London a male answered the phone… “Hello?”

“The tribe greatly appreciated the sacrifices you sent them. Will you be ready for next month’s shipment?”

“We’re already scoping out a couple of new bitches I think the tribe will appreciate.”

“We’ll be awaiting your call when you’re ready.” Then the line went dead…

© 2012; 2016 (written for Dorothy and Emma Mar 28 ’12; ed. Jun 10 ‘16 by riwa)

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