Hanging an out-of-towner 4 (4)

Posted on January 18, 2017 by riwa

(What was I thinking? I must have been drinking to

Come up with something like this.

So I gave it a shot. You will like it or not.

Sometimes my stuff”s so hit and miss.)

 

Dear Dorothy Brown was from well out of town,

An English lass here in the states.

Her car just broke down, which had caused her to frown.

Now she was due to be late.

 

Out of the city, it was such a pity none

Came by to give her a lift.

A mile down the road she observed an abode

It looked like she’d gotten a gift.

 

About half past four she did knock on the door and

A kind gentleman let her in.

He gave her a seat which was pretty damned neat

Before plying the lass with his gin.

 

He gave her a tour; it was over an hour

When he showed her a rug on the floor.

“It’s just a rug,” she observed with a shrug,

When he moved it to show the trap door.

 

“Now would you care to see just what’s down there?”

He asked as she started to frown.

“I think you’ll agree it’s a strange sight to see

Which I’ll show if you wish, Mrs. Brown.”

 

Down steps of stone she felt so all alone,

Was this someone she knew she could trust?

He’d let her right in and had offered her gin.

For now he seemed so generous.

 

The basement was grotty, no signs of a potty

Inside that dark, dank storage room.

Above was a beam, a quite large one. It seemed

The whole place stood out more like a tomb.

 

She spoke of the rafter. “Just what are you after

To have such a room much too shoddy?”

“The rafter I need to accomplish the deed

Of uplifting a dangling body.”

 

With a dubious eye the lass said, “You must lie,

For that beam is not sturdy enough.”

He told her it was and he said it because

He had studied and knew all this stuff.

 

She gave him a smirk and said it wouldn’t work.

“Why I doubt it has ever seen use!

This room is a mess! I can hardly guess you’ve

Hanged someone down here with a noose!”

 

“You think not, my sweet lass? You have only to ask.”

And he brought out a rickety stool.

She gave out a grin, a result of the gin, as she said,

“Oh I must be a fool.”

 

She took a step up as she turned her head up

And stood shakily under the joist.

“I hate to be rude but I should be quite nude.”

She was already feeling quite moist.

 

“I agree, Mrs. Brown. So your arms should come down

As we get you right out of that dress.”

So he slipped it right off and then said with a cough,

“I would say you are one of my best.”

 

She stood there aquiver with gin in her liver

While he went and fetched her a rope.

He built her a coil while she watched the man toil,

Feeling anxious, excitement and hope.

 

“Do you want it?” he asked. And thus nodded the lass

As she took it right out of his hand.

It went round her neck. The poor gal was a wreck

While maintaining her pose on that stand.

 

Then over the beam she done tossed the damn thing

Til it dangled to be all secured.

He found a wall clamp in that room dark and damp.

Twas so easy for her to be lured.

 

“To do this thing rightly, I should be bound tightly.”

She said with a smile on her face.

A zip tie worked quick and it did just the trick.

She was ready to hang in this place.

 

“Wow, what a feeling; I’m gasping and reeling.”

Her pussy was dripping away.

“This is so great; I am feeling quite faint.

Too bad we can’t go all the way.”

 

“But we can, my dear girl. Take that noose for a whirl.”

And his kick sent the stool all a-flying.

She let out a glurk as she dropped with a jerk.

Now she was hanging and dying.

 

Her legs went a flyin’ as he began sighin’

She was such an arousing sight.

Her boobs bounced divinely, her pussy so finely engorged.

He knew he’d chosen right.

 

15 minutes long her legs kicked nice and strong as

Her face went a deep shade of red.

When her bladder released he was much more than pleased to

Observe she was thoroughly dead.

 

He stepped up to her form; she was still a bit warm as

He groped her and fondled her breasts.

He fingered her pussy, all dripping and gushy.

She’d proved to be one of his best.

 

He left her to dangle all thoroughly strangled as

He went upstairs for the night.

He had wonderful dreams of such perverted things before

Waking to dawn’s early light.

 

Back down to the room with its cold, lethal gloom hung

Miss Brown’s naked body to see.

She looked so fair that he had not a care as he stroked

And then splattered her knee.

 

He hauled her away on this much busy day with

Her body in back of his van.

He’d done this before, it was not a hard chore as he

Followed his usual plan.

 

Down to the plant that was owned by an aunt, with

Fine chemicals coming in handy.

Into acid she went, he was fully well spent, now he needed

A full glass of brandy.

 

As her body dissolved, he then further resolved to keep

Hanging hot chicks day by day.

With the lid clamped down tight, she just vanished from sight

Until all traces melted away.

 

© 2016 (Inspired by a Dorothy idea and written for her Sep 29 ’16 by Riwa)

 

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Drowning Revy 4.1 (9)

Posted on January 12, 2017 by riwa

(A Black Lagoon fanfiction)

“Let me go, you fucking bitch! I don’t deserve this!”

Diane just laughed at her, having finally caught the mercenary she was hired to kill. The idea had come to her upon seeing Revy with her boyfriend Rock on the beach earlier. It had just been too tempting an idea to pass up. So she’d chloroformed the woman when the murderous couple had finally gone their separate ways before hauling her all the way to this secluded part of the coast. There wasn’t a soul for miles.

Revy was furious at having been caught so easily, especially with this bitch-in-a-bikini. She thrashed about against the stakes pinning her arms and legs spread-eagled to the sand. Being stripped out of her red bikini only proved to be a further indignity.

“I’ll kill you, you fucking shithead! Do you hear me?? I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Is that all you can do… talk-talk-talk?”

“When Rock catches up to you, he’s gonna fucking KILL you, you stupid bitch!”

“I don’t think so.”

Revy roared indignantly, her arms stretched upward and outward as the bitch in the skimpy pink bikini smiled down on her. Her legs were split apart and pointed down toward the incoming tide, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy embarrassingly exposed. Her kidnapper seemed to enjoy looking at it, and it infuriated her.

“Get enough of a look, shithead? Take a fucking picture; it’ll last longer!”

“He, don’t look at me! I’m just curious to know what’s so special about that part down between your legs you play with every damned day! I’ve been watching you in your apartment over the past couple of weeks, you know.”

“You’ve been watching me? You fucking pervert! I hope you enjoyed yourself!”

“Frankly, I found it rather boring after a while, slut. But I did notice how you can’t seem to stop touching it. I’ll bet you want to touch it right now, am I right? Maybe I should have a look for myself.”

Diane knelt closer and began to poke and prod. It enraged Revy even more. “Hey, don’t you fucking touch me… leave me alone, damn you! You get me off this beach right now, you fucking shithead!”

The assassin carefully pried the foul-mouthed woman’s labia apart. “But it’s so tiny,” she observed with amusement.

“Leave me alone, damn you!”

“Don’t you like it? I noticed your friend Eda licking it while touching you down there whenever you had her over to play.”

“She‘s gonna fucking kill you when she finds out what you did to me!”

“Oh my. You seem to be getting wet down here. I know it’s not the tide as it hadn’t come in this far just yet. But it’s getting close.”

Diane rubbed all around the crotch before letting her fingers caress the folds of the staked out hitwoman’s pussy. Revy stiffed as she tried to squirm away. But she was all stretched out and could not escape her humiliation. When the bitch’s fingers slipped inside, it was all she could do not to let out a low moan.

“Every damn day,” Diane muttered angrily as she tenderly fingered it. “You play with it every damned day. And I notice you really enjoy pleasuring yourself after you’ve killed somebody. Does committing murder really get your rocks off?”

“That’s none of your… please… knock it off… turn me loose…”

Revy’s chest heaved from the predicament she found herself in. Despite her best efforts, she was genuinely frightened. She could see the water flowing up onto the beach with each wave, could see it drawing closer and closer.

Diane continued fingering her pussy, causing Revy to wince and stiffen. She tried not to show it, but she was becoming more aroused from her desperate situation, especially the way the bitch was sadistically fingering her. It was downright galling.

“Getting your jollies, you f-fucking pervert?”

“Just curious why you have to play with it every damned day. It doesn’t look all that special.”

“My pussy is… none of your… damn business! Stop it, ok?”

“Such a nice little pussy. Too bad it’s going to drown soon. I’m sure that bastard Rock and your bitch friend Eda will miss playing with it.”

Diane pulled her fingers out and looked at the helpless mercenary. Revy panted for breath, torn between pleasure and fury. Then she gathered all her remaining strength and started raining obscenities down on the woman’s head.

The deadly assassin shrugged it off. “Such a filthy mouth for a slut like you. I bet you beg Rock to fuck you like a common whore all the time, am I right?”

Revy began swearing at her again. Diane shrugged her shoulder before going back to fingering the helpless woman’s dripping pussy. The obscenities trailed off as Revy panted and moaned, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment and shame.

A wave came in until the water tickled Revy’s feet. She gasped and whimpered. This was getting scary… and so fucking humiliating.

“Why don’t you… turn me loose and… fight me, you bitch! Or are you a fucking coward!” In response Diane fingered her pussy even more. Revy melted as she writhed uncomfortably, the fingers making her wet as hell.

“I have no desire to fight a whore like you. I simply want to watch you drown. Too bad… I bet Eda’s gonna miss licking this pussy. I wonder what it tastes like.”

She pulled her fingers out of the wet slit and brought them to her lips. Then she deliberately winced. “Just as I suspected. You taste like cigarettes and alcohol. No big loss.” She’d seen Revy drinking and smoking every damn day. How the bitch could stay in such good shape with such unhealthy habits was beyond her comprehension.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already!” Revy was trembling from the terribly intimate sexual violation.

“I don’t think so, slut. I’d rather watch you suck water and drown. I hear it’s quite painful not being able to breathe until you inhale fluid into your lungs… just the type of death a whore like you deserves.”

At that moment another wave came in, flowing much further than previous waves. Water came in on the sand up along her legs, causing her to wriggle and squirm again. Revy cried out from a mixture of fear, anger, arousal and abject humiliation.

“Just kill me already, ok? Get it over with if you’re just going to fucking kill me! C’mon, you fucking coward! Or haven’t you got the guts to take me on one on one!”

“Aren’t you getting warm with all that sun roasting your naked flesh? Don’t worry, slut. The tide is coming in. I’ll bet the water will cool you right off.” Diane smiled cruelly as she knelt there looking down at her.

“SHITHEAD! AAUUGGHH!”

Revy tried to twist this way and that, screaming in a rage as she panted for breath. But she was so stretched out she could hardly move. Already her muscles were beginning to feel the strain from being stretched out so uncomfortably.

“What the hell did I ever do to you, shithead? I don’t deserve this!”

“Actually you deserve far worse. You kill people for a living, bitch… and a profitable living it must be. But you know how it is. What goes around, comes around. Now there’s a contract out on your head for a change… which means a very nice payday for me getting your ass off the streets and having you stop killing my employer’s hired goons. You have no idea how tempted I was to put a bullet in your brain back on that beach with your friend Rock.”

“Then get it over with, shithead! Or don’t you know how to pull the fucking trigger!”

At that moment another wave came in, coming dangerously close to her pussy. Revy wriggled uncomfortably now that her toned legs were getting wet. If she was doomed to die, maybe she could get this bitch to put a bullet in her brain and quickly end her torment.

“Actually I’d much rather watch you die this way, slut. This way I can watch the tide come in and fuck that cunt of yours.”

“Fucking pervert!” Then Revy gasped as a wave came in far enough to tickle her labia.

Diane stood up and smiled. “There, didn’t that feel better? You certainly seem all steamed up about something. This should cool you off in a few more minutes.”

Revy gasped and whimpered, fighting against the panic that threatened to well up inside her. She desperately wanted to avoid drowning. It was the worst possible death she could imagine… not being able to breathe as water invaded your lungs and took your life away. She’d settle for a bullet to the forehead any day… quick and relatively painless.

“I guess we’d better have our fun now,” Diane told her with a chuckle. “It looks like the tide is coming in quicker than I thought.”

“You’d better let me go if you know what’s fucking good for you!”

“Gee, I guess I don’t know what’s good for me then,” Diane told her with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I think you’re going to enjoy this. I know I certainly am.”

The water had climbed partway up Revy’s thighs as Diane knelt down once more. Then she began to rub and play with the helpless mercenary’s pussy again, which was now wet from the incoming tide. A quick fingering revealed it was also slickened from her flowing juices.

“I see you’re getting all turned on by this; eh, slut?” Diane fingered her again, causing Revy to writhe and whimper as her face turned red with humiliation.

“Please… just fucking… kill me already, ok?”

“All in good time, slut,” Diane purred at her as she fingered her pussy. “All in good time.”

“Fucking… pervert.” But she couldn’t keep the low moan from escaping her lips.

“Yeah, that’s me. So I guess what I brought along with me as my present to you is going to make me even more of a pervert?”

She stood up with a knowing smile as Revy anxiously looked up at her. Another wave came in, splashing into her hot cunt as she gasped and moaned. The water was getting higher; she was trembling with fear and a terrible arousal.

“Hey, were are you going?? Get me out of here!” But Diane simply disappeared. She wasn’t gone long.

When she returned she had something in her hand. Revy caught sight of it and gasped in alarm. It looked so familiar. In fact it looked quite similar to one she owned.

“Recognize this?” Diane asked, holding up the 10 inch dildo. “You should. After all, I stole it from your apartment while you were away. Damn, you sure do love cock, even the fake-ass shit!”

“You fucking thief!”

The cruel assassin smiled at her helpless captive, watching as another wave came in and washed along the lethal mercenary’s well sculpted and athletically fit body. She loved seeing the erect nipples on those heaving breasts. Yes, Revy seemed quite terrified… and incredibly aroused. This was going to be so fucking good.

“W-what are you g-going to do with that?”

“Oh this?” Diane remarked as she nonchalantly hefted the rubber dildo in her hand. “This is about to become your closest friend.”

“What d-do you mean by that?”

“I know how much you love this… that is, when you’re not using your fingers, slut.” Then Diane knelt down in the water right next to her captive.

She turned it on, smiling as it began to vibrate. “I see you keep fresh batteries for your play-toys.”

“Fucking bitch! You’re going to pay for stealing that!”

“You should thank me, slut.” Then Diane began rubbing it over Revy’s hard nipples.

The sensation sent shivers running thru her body. Revy gasped and moaned as the cruel assassin moved it along her skin and down past her lower belly which was now underwater. Then Diane used it to make circles around Revy’s pussy.

“No… just kill me… please… not like this…”

“I know how much you love orgasms, slut. Like I said, I’ve been on stakeout watching you masturbate every damned day. And I know how much you love using this toy when you’re particularly horny. So I thought I might bring it today in case you might need it. And I can see you’re certainly horny enough that you’re going to need it.”

“No…. please… just kill me already… don’t let me drown…”

The water reached Revy’s firm breasts, washing over more and more of her body. She writhed and squirmed as Diane began to work the dildo into her hot cunt. She gasped and trembled… this was humiliating as hell!

Diane smiled cruelly at her as she turned the device up a notch. She pushed it in a little deeper. Revy’s body arched as she gasped and moaned, whimpering as she shook her head.

“Doesn’t that feel good? The tide’s really coming in so I guess we’d better get to it. After all, you’re going to be holding your breath soon.”

She suddenly rammed it in good and hard inside the helpless mercenary. Revy gasped, jerking her torso in response to the buzzing in her pussy. She tried to force it out while fucking it hard at the same time. “S-Stop …Please…don’t….!”

“But you love orgasms, slut! Besides, the water is really coming in fast now. After all, I’d hate to deprive you of a few last orgasms.”

“Noo!”

Another wave came in, this time with water washing over her stomach and flowing around her heaving breasts. Revy shook her head back and forth in humiliation as the dildo violated her with pain and pleasure. It was doing its magic deep inside her vagina, even as she struggled against her bonds. The wicked bitch was actually going to make her cum as she drowned!

Another wave came in… and then another. Most of the lower part of her body was submerged. She let out a yelp as the next wave reached her chin, splashing around her ears.

Her dark brown hair, freed from the pony tail she normally wore, fanned out around her head as the water continued to rise. Her terror increased, even as the damned dildo did its humiliating work. Her body couldn’t resist the feelings of the vibrating toy sliding in and out of her clenching pussy.

Diane pushed it all the way in and left it there. “There; it’s buried deep inside that hot cunt of yours. Now you can enjoy all the orgasms you want. But I’d hurry it up if I were you. The tide’s coming in fast, and you’re going to be underwater soon.”

Revy looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes as Diane stood up and smiled down at her. Then she began to hump and writhe, feeling herself begin to climb toward her first orgasm. Diane recognized it and smiled cruelly at her.

“Better enjoy it now, slut. You’re about to go under. I guess the longer you can hold your breath, the more juicy orgasms you’ll experience before you drown. I’m really looking forward to watching that.”

“Noo! Please!” Then another wave came in. Revy moaned involuntarily as she humped against the buzzing dildo buried deep in her cunt.

“Oh, you’ll try to fuck that dildo as hard as you can while you struggle to hold your breath. But eventually your lungs will give out. Then you’ll feel the killing seawater invade every fibre of your being. I can’t think of a better ending for a slut like you than to go out in a blaze of painful, orgasmic drowning glory.”

“Noo… please… I can’t… just kill me now… damnit, don’t do this to me!” But Revy couldn’t stop aggressively humping against the buzzing dildo in her pussy.

“Looks like your first one is about to hit, slut. For the first time since I’ve been keeping my eye on you I think I’m going to enjoy watching you cum.” And with that Diane reached under her skimpy pink bikini bottoms and began to masturbate, fingering her wet, dripping pussy as she cupped a breast with her other hand.

Revy’s body arched in orgasm as a wave washed over her, momentarily submerging her. Her pussy clutched at the buzzing dildo as she found herself cumming hard underwater. Her firm, toned ass ground into the rough sand beneath her.

She cried out a froth of bubbles before the water receded, leaving her gasping for breath. Her body began to rise up, floating with the rising water. But she was held firm by the stakes Diane had driven into the sand.

The cruel assassin bulged her cheeks as though mocking her, indicating it might be a good idea to hold her breath again. Revy inhaled just in time as another wave came in. It completely covered her face as it lifted her upward.

The water receded and her face was exposed as she gasped and sputtered. But she kept writhing and grinding as the dildo buzzed mercilessly inside her. She could feel the panic start to well up inside her.

“Not going to be much longer, slut,” Diane observed with a smile as she continued touching herself underneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “If you want any more orgasms you’d better enjoy them quick while you can. Better hold your fucking breath.” And with that another wave approached.

Diane mockingly bulged her cheeks again as though holding her breath. Revy frantically filled her lungs, struggling like mad against her bonds securing her to the stakes. Then it washed over her and she was underwater again, her sinuses stinging from the intrusion up her nose.

She humped hard against the dildo buzzing inside her as she struggled to hold her breath. The water receded and she floated as she was able to stick her head up and gasp for breath. But another wave came right in, totally submerging her again.

Revy cried out in orgasm, her body arching as her toned, tattooed arms strained against the ropes tying her to the stakes. She had just enough vision to see Diane furiously masturbating. It looked like the bitch was cumming to her suffering.

The water receded… she got her face up and got another breath. Then the tide came right back in, flowing over the top of her. She spewed her breath away as she writhed in vain. Now she was almost panicked… and she could feel yet another orgasm coming on strong.

Diane stood watching as the water rose up around Revy’s head, her brown hair floating all about. Revy’s eyes were wide with terror, her mouth forming a small “o” as she strained to pop her head back up to the surface. She just managed to get her head up with water all around.

“This might be your last breath, slut,” Diane told her as she furiously rubbed her own pussy. Then she looked out to sea and saw a large wave coming in.

“Better fuck that dildo and cum hard, slut! This looks like it’s going to be a big wave. You may stay under and I doubt you can hold your breath very long. I hope you appreciate what I went through to make sure you get to enjoy one last cum.”

Revy heard the tide coming in, and she inhaled deeply. This time the water completely covered the sexy young woman’s athletic body despite her best efforts to stretch upward for the surface. Diane smiled down at her as she masturbated furiously, determined to stay there to the very end to watch her drown.

Revy’s cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath. She squirmed and struggled to free herself from the stakes. Why the hell weren’t they coming loose??

The dildo buzzed mercilessly in her cunt. Revy writhed and wriggled, violently humping the damned toy inside her. This one felt like it was going to be massive.

The wave receded, but she was still underwater. It came back in, keeping her submerged. When it went back out it she was still underwater, the level above her hardly dropping at all.

She clenched her fists, her lungs screaming at her as she struggled to hold her breath. A moment later she started cumming hard in a crashing climax. She thrashed her head from side to side as bubbles started to trail from her nose. Revy had been submerged for over one and a half minutes.

Standing knee-deep in surf, Diane looked down with glee as Revy’s sexy tits heaved. It was clear the poor slut was cumming hard and couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Diane was so fucking horny knowing the bitch was about to drown.

She was amazed how fear could make someone hold their breath so long. She watched the delicious struggle underwater as the slut thrashed about. Bubbles finally exploded from the mouth, the stomach contracting as Revy screamed her breath away.

Diane saw the lungs give out at the same time the body arched. Now Revy was cumming and drowning. That’s when Diane cried out from an orgasm of her own as she jammed her fingers hard up her cunt.

Revy bucked and shuddered, hitching violently as she drowned painfully. But she still seemed to be experiencing that one last, mammoth orgasm. Her pussy contracted so hard that the buzzing dildo finally popped out of her spasming vagina.

Diane watched in delight as Revy finally settled down. Her struggling abruptly ceased as her body floated under the surface, still tethered to the four stakes. Her eyes stared up at the sky in lifeless horror, her mouth gaping open from her last attempt to get air.

Bubbles trickled up out of her nose… a couple more escaped out past her parted lips. She lay motionless save for a few sporadic muscle spasms, floating just off the sandy bottom with her arms and legs roped to the stakes. The dildo lay between her spread legs, thin threads of cum drifting out from her spent cunt.

“Now that’s what I call cumming and drowning!” Diane panted joyously. She had climaxed incredibly hard from the experience.

Now in water up past her knees, Diane turned away from her victim. Taking a deep breath, she dove out into the surf and took a leisurely swim. She needed to cool off from all that erotic excitement before going home.

The tide would probably wash the stakes away. Revy’s body might even be pulled out to sea with the receding tide, disappearing off the face of the earth.  But before she left, she decided she should shove the dildo back into Revy’s pussy. After all, it probably meant a lot to the dead mercenary. Diane wanted to pass on that last act of kindness so that Revy and her toy could be together forever. She could at least do that much for the murderous slut…

© 2017 (written for Revy Jan 4 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Cap’n Rich story written in 1997 called Aja’s Revenge)

(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Condom roulette (13&14) 4 (4)

Posted on January 6, 2017 by riwa

13

I felt a surge of alarm and excitement as I began riding Daniel’s cock, bouncing up and down and then grinding against it. Nikki stared right back at me as she rode my husband’s dick, grinding it deep inside her as though matching me stroke for stroke. When I bounced up and down, she did the same.

Had I made a horrible mistake? Or was I going to watch Nikki die on Eric’s cock? I could see in her eyes she was having the very same thoughts. But she also looked horny as hell.

“Fuck those cocks, bitches!” Dana gasped with wicked glee. I think she desperately wanted to see somebody die; she didn’t care who. In response I began riding Daniel harder, causing Nikki to do the same on Eric’s swollen manhood.

I caught a glimpse of my husband on our bed as Nikki impaled herself again and again on his dick. There was a look in his eyes as though he didn’t know whether to be turned on or alarmed. I think he was a little bit of both.

Thinking of him getting off watching me die on Daniel’s cock really got me all hot and bothered. I began eagerly riding him, bouncing up and down on his dick. Nikki got this huge look of lust in her eyes as she excitedly rode my husband Eric.

“Look at those bitches, honey!” Dana gasped. “Gawd, they both want to die for us! Fuck me, honey; fuck me now!” By now she was on her hands and knees as Dustin fucked her hard from behind.

I couldn’t tell if she was getting it in her cunt or up the ass. But I don’t think it mattered considering how aroused she had become. “Ride those cocks, bitches!” she gasped, becoming more and more hysterical.

I got all excited thinking I might die on Daniel’s hard, glorious dick. I really started riding him, watching my husband’s expression along with the look in Nikki’s eyes. I could tell she was really getting into it as well as she began riding Eric’s cock like a wild woman.

“Kill one of ‘em!!” Dana blurted out deliriously. “Make ‘em cum and then snuff those asses!” Dustin pounded her hard as though eager for his wife’s words to cum true.

Nikki and I gave each other a wild look, gasping like crazy as we really rode the cocks in our cunts. I saw something flash in Eric’s expression as our eyes locked. A moment later his hands came up and wrapped tightly around Nikki’s throat.

Her eyes flew open and she started to rasp and gurgle. She had to fight to get any sound out at all. But I think she really wanted it when I heard her gasp… “FUCK YES… CHOKE BE… AWWKK!” That’s when she really started riding him.

At that moment I got jealous as hell. I called out to Daniel behind me, “Choke me, damn you!” That’s when I felt his hands wrap around my throat.

It swelled within me until I thought I was going to be carried away with the tide. I was going to cum and die with our friend’s husband choking the shit out of me. And Eric was looking right at me!

I desperately wanted my husband to enjoy the show. So I blurted out, “Choke me, Daniel! Make me cum, damn you-AWK!” His hands clasped tighter around my neck until I could hardly breathe at all.

Eric’s eyes were on me as he eased his grip on Nikki’s neck. She gasped like crazy, only to let out a squawk as his grip tightened almost immediately. Fuck; seeing him choke her out like that was going to make me cum… that is, if the condom didn’t get me first.

“CHOKE ‘EM; CHOKE THE BITCHES!” Dana sounded like she was losing it. Daniel released my neck and I gasped for breath, only for his hands to tighten right back up.

My eyes rolled as I shuddered hard, furiously bounding up and down on the cock inside me. Nikki looked like she was starting to thrash about. A moment later I swear I saw her squirt all over my husband’s lap as she climaxed so very, very hard. It was enough to send me right over the edge since I couldn’t get any air down my throat.

I climaxed violently, cumming up a storm. “Fuck; she’s really clenching on my cock!” Daniel gasped excitedly.

“THEY’RE BOTH CUMMING!” Dana gasped deliriously. “KILL ‘EM BOTH!”

I saw a look flash in Eric’s expression. Oh fuck; was he actually giving it some thought?? Then Daniel released my neck, allowing me a quick breath before his hands tightened around my throat again.

My eyes rolled as I shuddered hard, cumming all over his cock once more. I was dimly aware of Dana blurting out, “Fuck; I’ve got to have some of that!” I thought I saw her disengage from her husband long enough to rush for one of the strap-ons having been discarded from being used on me earlier.

The hands eased around my neck and I gasped for air. Across from me Eric was letting Nikki get her breath as well. She looked dizzy and disoriented as she tried to catch her breath. But apparently the poisoned condom hadn’t gotten either one of us…well, not yet anyway. Then I saw his hands tighten around her throat again.

She let out another squawk as she rasped “Choke be… fuck… choke be!” Damn, was Eric going to throttle her to death?? Then Daniel tightened his grip around my neck again.

“Fucking choke me!” I rasped as he throttled the shit out of me. I wanted to cum again; I didn’t care how hard he squeezed.

Nikki’s eyes rolled; she was squirting and cumming all over again. A couple seconds later I was cumming all over Daniel’s cock. I heard him cry out, “Fuck; I’m cumming too!” and I shuddered hard as my orgasm intensified.

Dana rushed up to me with a strap-on reattached to her waist. “Did you cum yet?” she asked Daniel, sounding all out of breath at the orgy taking place in our bedroom.

“Fuck yeah; I came! She was clenching like crazy!”

“Good; she’s mine now!” And with that she pulled me out of his lap off his cock.

I went tumbling onto the floor on top of her, panting like crazy while trying to get my breath back since Daniel’s hands were no longer wrapped around my throat. Then I felt her pushing that thick strap-on up into my pussy. Fuck; had she grabbed another condom?? In my haze I hadn’t paid close enough attention!

“Help me, Dustin; fuck her ass, baby!” Dana had really gone off the deep end. A moment later I felt her husband behind me, felt him pushing his cock in past my puckered anus.

Wait; was he wearing a condom too? Were they both wearing condoms?? I whimpered as I looked up at my husband on the bed, wondering what he thought of this new development. But he was too busy bouncing Nikki up and down on his cock while choking her out. Her face was red, her tongue hanging out as she rasped and gurgled.

Her nipples were protruding so much I didn’t think they could get any harder. She shuddered hard again, once more cumming all over my husband’s cock. That’s when I heard Daniel proclaim, “Damn, that’s hot, Eric! Fuck my wife and choke the shit out of her! She just had one hell of an O! You should see how red her face looks!”

I suddenly felt hands come up and wrap around my throat as Dana tried hard to thrust into my cunt with her strap-on. She had murderous lust in her eyes. Behind me I could feel Dustin trying to fuck his cock clear through my ass, all the while gasping, “Choke that bitch out, Eric! Nikki is cumming hard! Now I’m gonna pound your wife’s ass! Let’s sandwich the bitch, Dana! You choke her while I fuck this sweet ass!”

I tried to pull a breath of air into my lungs. But she was squeezing my throat too tightly. Her eyes were blazing with lust; was she going to kill me? The timing had passed for any poison to take hold; was she going to strangle me to death anyway??

I looked up to see Eric choking the shit out of Nikki, making her cum again and again. He looked like he was all caught up in the moment, horny as hell and enjoying the way neither of us bitches could hardly breathe. Did he want to see me die; did he want to see us both die?? That’s when I felt it swell within me. Fuck, maybe he did!!

I looked down to see Dana looking up at me. She gleefully released my neck and I rasped for breath. Then she reapplied her hold on me as she gasped, “Alison, you are so fucking hot! Now we’re going to make you cum yourself to death! Fuck that ass, Dustin; cum in her fucking ass as I choke her out!”

I opened my mouth but no words would come. I got all dizzy and disoriented as she thrust up into my cunt while her husband fucked the shit out of my ass. This was the last thing I ever expected to happen this night.

I looked up to see drool coming out of Nikki’s mouth. Her face was so red she looked like she was caught between life and death. Her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head as though she couldn’t stop cumming.

“CUM FOR ME, BITCH!!” Dana screamed at me. “CUM FOR ME AND DIE!!”

I got another glance at Eric’s expression. But I couldn’t tell whether he wanted it to happen or not. He certainly looked like he was all caught up in the moment.

I sensed he might not mind so much. In fact it was quite possible if not highly likely he would kill Nikki at the very same time Dana took my life with her bare hands. That’s when it went off inside me like a fireball.

I bucked and shuddered, my muscles clenching on the strap-on shoved up my pussy along with the cock ramming my throbbing butt. “Her ass is squeezing the shit out of my cock!” Dustin cried out. Somewhere I heard Daniel’s faraway voice incredulously proclaim, “Fuck; you’re going to kill them both??”

“FUCK; SHE’S CUMMING AND GOING!!” Dana cried out deliriously. And with that my body hit sensory overload. My senses just winked out as everything faded to black…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Oct 15 ’16 by riwa)

 

14

When consciousness returned I found myself lying sideways on the floor. I felt something in my pussy and wondered what it was until my vision cleared and I saw Dana lying there facing me, gently thrusting in and out. “Fuck, you looked incredible when you passed out!” she gasped.

I felt movement behind me; someone else was on the floor with us. Nikki wrapped her arms around me, reaching around to grasp and fondle my boobs. She panted, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”

I looked around to see Daniel still sitting in the chair, a big stupid grin on his face. “You really went off on that one, Alison.”

“What did you expect?” I panted in reply. “I thought Dana here was going to kill me for sure!”

“Maybe I should have,” she giggled before moving in close and kissing me.

The strap-on was still moving around in me a little bit, keeping me all hot and bothered. Nikki kissed me from behind as she reached around to grope my boobs. I moaned and whimpered… and then my stomach growled.

The girls giggled and then broke out laughing as though it was funny as hell. We’d had a few refreshments, but we hadn’t eaten dinner. Suddenly I felt like I was almost starving.

“To be honest, I’m kind of hungry myself,” Daniel observed with a smile, apparently having heard my stomach rumble. “I got so caught up in the evening I forgot we haven’t had supper yet.”

“Why don’t we get dressed and order Chinese?” Eric suggested. “I know a place not too far away. It’s not too late to get something. If I call it in, they ought to have it ready for us by the time we arrive.”

“Are you in?” Daniel asked Dustin. But Dana’s husband was watching us wives on the floor. He chuckled as he motioned, “You guys go ahead. I think I’ll stay here and enjoy the show”.

Eric and Daniel got up to go fetch Chinese. But I couldn’t get up because Dana’s strap-on was still inside me. And with Nikki behind me groping my tits I was in an erotic wife-sandwich.

I heard the guys getting dressed, although Dustin immediately took up the chair Daniel vacated to watch. Dana took matters into her own hands as she moved Nikki aside to roll me over onto my back. The strap-on slid out, making a wet mess on the floor.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I panted as she got on her knees, lifted my hips and then pushed the damn thing back inside.

“Just having a little fun while we can,” she giggled as she started to wriggle her hips, thrusting inside me.

That bitch Nikki quickly straddled my head, mashing her pussy against my face. I let out a muffled grunt as I was fucked while being forced to eat clam. I was hungry, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

“We’re really giving Dustin a show!” Nikki gasped as she mashed her cunt down on my face. I was all aroused again, wondering once more why it had taken so long for Eric and I to give in and join in one of their little swinger parties.

They groped my boobs as I heard them kissing and making out. Then someone grabbed my hand and guided it to a stiffy. Dustin must have come and knelt on the floor, deciding I needed to get him off as well.

I gave him the best handjob I could while Dana fucked me as Nikki rode my face. But after a while they let me up so we could all work on Dustin together. We started kissing him and pawing him all over as we took turns sucking his cock. The lucky bastard must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

I don’t know how long the guys were gone before Dustin made us all kneel over the end of the bed side by side. He started by fucking his wife on the end after she ditched the strap-on. He gave her a few thrusts before pulling out of her cunt to fuck me kneeling right in the middle. Then he pulled out to fuck Nikki on the end. It was really hot the way he went back and forth between us like that.

We heard the front door open followed by Eric’s voice proclaiming, “We’re back from the Orient!” Dustin interrupted our little trio-fucking to declare how hungry he was. I got robes for the girls and we all got up and headed out to the dining room.

I truly didn’t realize how famished I was until that wonderful smell hit me full in the face. My stomach wasn’t the only one that growled. The girls laughed as I went to the kitchen and got us all something to drink while Eric got some plates.

The guys had brought quite a bit home with them. But we still managed to eat most of it. I had no idea a swinger’s party could make one so hungry.

We laughed and joked and talked dirty, reminiscing about the evening’s festivities thus far. The girls still thought I was nuts playing condom roulette. Their husbands loved the way I was willing to risk my life over a few orgasms. I responded by telling them it was because of how wonderfully intense they were.

“Speaking of condoms,” Nikki said, giving Dana a knowing look. “There’s someone here who hasn’t tried one yet; am I right?”

“Hey, that’s right!” Daniel blurted out. “I forgot she hasn’t tried one!” Dustin looked at his wife before observing, “Well, honey… how ‘bout it?”

“Oh fuck!” she gasped. Then she looked at me and asked, “How many are left?”

“Seven… I think. The odds of survival are dwindling rapidly.”

“Oh. Um… I’m not so sure…”

“Why not?” Nikki countered in challenge. “I took one… and Alison here has taken…” She paused before looking at me in surprise. “Damn, girl. Just how many have you taken tonight?”

I had to think a minute before answering, “I’ve taken four that I know of… unless you used a condom on me while double-teaming me on the floor the last time.”

“I watched,” Dustin told me, shaking his head. “They didn’t use any… although I could tell how tempted my wife was.”

“Then I’ve taken four,” I told them proudly. “You bitches used one with the strap-ons. And your husbands each got to use one. So I’ve taken a risk four times tonight and enjoyed way more than four mind-blowing orgasms. Surely you can do one; can’t you, Dana?”

She looked at me for a moment as though she wasn’t sure of the wisdom of the whole thing. Hell, there was no wisdom about it whatsoever! It was crazy as hell but it was certainly erotic, at least for me.

“I have an idea,” Daniel spoke up. “How about if Nikki joins you?”

“Daniel??”

“Why not, honey? Wasn’t it arousing as hell? I thought you blasted off to the moon when Eric was fucking you on the bed while strangling you.”

“Well…”

Dana and Nikki looked at each other nervously. Maybe eating had made them realize how much they wanted to go on living just to taste good food after being so hungry. Then a wicked idea flashed in my head.

“Just a minute,” I said as I rose up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going, Alison?” my husband asked. But I could tell by the amused look in his eyes how he thought it was a great idea risking Nikki and Dana for a change.

I just smiled without answering as I left the dining room. I went back to our bedroom and rummaged around our special box of goodies. I felt an erotic jolt when I found what I was looking for.

I went back to the dining room and showed everyone what I’d brought back with me. “Let’s make it fun!” I blurted out with a smile. Fuck, I was getting horny again.

“Gawd!” Dana gasped when she saw what I had in my hands – two sets of handcuffs and two ball-gags.

“Oh hell yeah!” Dustin declared excitedly.

He came over and grabbed a pair of cuffs from me before going over and standing his wife up from the dining room table. He pulled that robe down off her shoulders before pulling her arms behind her back. There was no point in her resisting; her nipples had hardened right up even as she blurted out, “Honey; WAIT!” By then Daniel had come over to grab the other pair to deal with his wife.

I tossed a ball-gag to my husband and motioned over to Dana… “You know what to do, honey.” She let out a cry as Eric approached her while I took the other one over to Nikki.

Her eyes were big as saucers, but her nipples had gotten hard as pencil erasers. “You bitch! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you!” But that’s all Daniel’s wife got out as I roughly shoved the gag into her mouth, smiling cruelly as I began securing it by the strap around the back of her head…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Oct 23 ’16 by riwa)

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New Year’s Eve burning 3 (2)

Posted on December 30, 2016 by riwa

Dorothy and James were invited to a special New Year’s Eve party on the outskirts of London. It was a celebration of James’ place of employment. So they sent the kids off with the grandparents to make it an overnight affair, determined to enjoy the night alone together before heading back in the morning.

It was a special affair; everyone was dressed up. Dorothy went all out, proud of her husband and the work he put in and the money he brought home. He was rather impressed with the outfit she wore.

The party was in full swing when they finally arrived at the large building on the hill. There was food, plenty of champagne and lots of dancing. It was a festive occasion.

Dorothy and James got more than their fair share of looks from the other guests. She thought it odd, but said nothing. After all, she didn’t want to spoil this for him. Besides, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

The champagne flowed as Dorothy became a little intoxicated. But she did not fail to notice the attention her husband was receiving with the ladies, including one in particular. She had no idea he was so popular. It made her jealous, but the constant flow of adult beverages helped ease her mood.

At a quarter to midnight there was a drawing for the ladies. Dorothy dutifully put her hand into the jar and pulled out a number. After all the ladies had drawn, the chief executive reached into a bowl marked “Midnight.”

He pulled out a slip of paper with a number on it and opened it up. “Our lucky lady tonight is holding the number 29!” Dorothy let out a squeal as she lifted the paper in her hand. She waved it around in the air, shouting “I won; I won!”

There was applause all around as a couple of men came and got her. She thought they were taking her up to the podium. But instead she was taken outside where the temperature was barely above freezing.

Out back, a small wooden platform stood elevated, a mixture of wood piled all around it. “Hey, wait; what’s this??” she asked as she was taken to a post standing alone on top of the wood. “James, what are they doing to me? Bloody hell; you can’t do this to me!”

They stripped her out of her wardrobe until she was naked as the day she was born. They carelessly tossed it onto the wood before they secured her to the post. “What are you doing to my clothes?? Bloody hell; it’s cold out here! What are you doing to me??”

“It’ll be warm soon enough!” one of the ladies hollered up to her, causing laughter to pass through the guests who had come out to watch. Others were inside looking out a large window.

Dorothy was clamped against the post with big metal shackles. A chain was wrapped around her for good measure. Then the men climbed down, leaving her alone on her perch.

To her horror she saw several men with torches approach the bottom of the structure she was standing on. Then everyone started singing Auld Lang Syne. Dorothy shivered as she watched everyone, her face flushed red with embarrassment being secured nude to the post.

They finished the song, which was followed by applause and cheers. At that moment the first chime from Big Ben drifted out to them over the countryside. They all cheered, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Then the torches were tossed into the wood.

Dorothy started to scream in horror, hyperventilating as the wood caught despite the cold of the evening. She soon began to warm up as the flames came up all around her. She began crying out for her husband to rescue her. But she saw James in the arms of another woman, both smiling at her as though this had been intended the whole evening.

Bloody hell?? Had he already found someone new to marry??

It soon got quite warm as the flames leaped higher. Dorothy was no longer shivering. She was starting to sweat as the fire swelled all around her.

She writhed and wriggled, screaming her head off. It was so hot and everyone was watching her without a care in the world. Some had moved closer and were warming themselves at the base of the fire. This couldn’t be happening, she had to be dreaming!!

The flames began to come up all around her, licking and caressing her body. She tried dancing around to avoid the flames. But she remained bound to the post, unable to flee. By now it would have done her no good as fire was all around her and there was no escape.

The flames began to burn her and she screamed anew. But the revelers all cheered her progress as they raised a toast to her… “HAPPY NEW YEAR, DOROTHY!” She saw James raise a glass in a toast, a coy smile on his lips. Then she couldn’t see them anymore as the flames totally engulfed her.

For a moment she was on fire, the flames merging with her body as one. She wriggled and writhed until she breathed heated air into her lungs. She was dimly aware of her blonde hair going up, hair she had worked on meticulously to make a good appearance for her husband’s New Year’s Eve party. Then she slumped as the fire roared all around her.

The woman in James’ arm smiled coyly at him. “Seems a shame we didn’t tell her the lottery was rigged. I’m looking forward to becoming the new Mrs. Brown.”

“I’m looking forward to it as well, my darling.” Then he kissed her deeply as the people standing around them clapped and applauded.

One more toast to Dorothy was raised as they burned in the New Year. Then some couples started dancing on the landing, the fire keeping them warm. Others headed back inside to continue the party now that the New Year’s Eve sacrifice had been made…

© 2016 (Written for Dorothy Dec 8 ’16 by riwa)

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Flash Drive Infidelity 3 (5)

Posted on December 30, 2016 by riwa

 

(Based on a script by JQ public)

Why – why – why? Why the hell was it all starting to come apart on him??

He had a good job, albeit as an accountant for the mob. He’d been carefully skimming money from the books, but so far they didn’t seem to be on to him. Then he’d found a hot chick to serve as his secretary. Of course now she was serving as far more than that.

Unfortunately he’d been thinking about divorcing his wife, only to keep putting it off. Once she’d got wind of it, she’d done something rather foolish. Now he was really on the hook.

Tina had made copies of all his files and put them on a flash drive. Then she’d gone and hidden the damn thing. He could divorce her if he wished, but she was going to take him to the cleaners if he did. And the flash drive was her ace-in-the-hole.

He checked his watch as he impatiently tapped his foot. When was that bitch going to get here? Didn’t she understand just how serious this was? Hell, if the mob found out, they might dispose of the both of them thinking they were in it together!

He saw the vehicle pull up… finally! He met her at the door as she walked up the sidewalk. “What’s going on?” his mistress asked as he grabbed an elbow and pulled her inside.

“Follow me, Megan.”

“Marc, will you speak to me? What’s going on?”

“Would you just shut up and follow me?”

“Ok, ok; I’m coming!”

She followed him outside to the pool out back. Then he sighed as though everything was going to be all right. “Thanks for getting over here so fast.”

“This better be important.”

“Of course this is important, baby. This involves the two of us.”

She softened as she saw the look on his face. “Hey, it’s all right. I’m here for you, ok?”

“That’s good… because I think I finally found it.”

“Found what?”

“The flash drive she copied all my accounts to.”

“That flash drive? The one you told me about?”

“That’s the one. And I think I know where she hid it.”

“Where?” In response he pointed at the backyard pool.

“She hid it in there?? Why the hell would she hide it in your pool?”

“Don’t you see? It makes perfect sense! She knows I can’t swim! Plus I know she spent an hour underwater the other day in this scuba gear right here. Megan, I’ve looked everywhere else! It’s the only place I haven’t been able to check. That’s where you come in.”

“Me? You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes you! Who else can I trust to go down and retrieve it? Didn’t you tell me you know how to scuba dive?”

“I did some diving on my vacation last year. But it’s not like I got certified or anything. I was just in some scuba gear enjoying the scenery.”

“That’s more than I’ve done. You’ve been in the gear and you’ve breathed from a regulator. That makes you the best qualified of the two of us. Don’t you see?”

“What makes you think she was hiding it down in the pool?”

“Oh come on, Megan! Think about it! What the hell do you think she was doing down there for an hour: painting the roses red?? She just had to have hidden it down there somewhere.”

“Where?”

“How the hell should I know?? Maybe it’s in the pool drain. That would make a good hiding place. Please, Megan; I really need your help on this! Besides, it’s important for our future together.”

“All right, Marc. I’ll help you out. Let me just go and get my suit…”

“We don’t have time. We have to do it right now.”

“Right now? Can’t I go home and get my swim suit?”

“I told you there isn’t time! She’s gone out to get her hair done… and you ladies know how long that can take. There’s no better time than the present before she gets back.”

“Can’t we do it another time?”

“Megan, what if she thinks I’m on to her and hides it again? I might never find it! Do you know what she’s going to do to me in the divorce if she has that flash drive for leverage?

“Ok; I get your point.”

Megan paused to consider the matter. But there weren’t many options left to her. “So what am I going to wear if I can’t go and get my bathing suit?” She snuggled up to him as though she might have something else in mind.

“Later, ok?” Then he saw a hurt look and smiled at her.

“You know I want to, baby. But now is not a good time. We’ve got to hurry in case she gets done much sooner than I expected.”

“Ok; fine,” she sighed. “But you’re going to owe me a big one for this.” She gave him a smile as though he knew how she was going to collect: an expensive movie, fine wine perhaps. But at least he’d get a hot fuck at the end of the night.

She walked over to the edge of a set of shelves and started to strip. Once more she began to ask herself why she was seeing Marc. It was risky business; were the rewards worth the effort? She had to conclude that for her they would be substantial if he divorced his wife and married her like he said he was going to. But first she had to help with this nasty little flash drive business.

She stripped down to her black bra and panties. Then she went over to the scuba tank. She was familiar enough to know how it worked and what she needed to do.

She hooked up the hose to the regulator and turned it on. She tried taking a breath, but she got nothing. She tried again, only to frown at the damned thing.

Marc was watching the whole time, admiring her cleavage. He shuffled nervously on his feet when she frowned at the regulator. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Um… we may have a little problem here.”

“Problem? What problem?”

“The tank seems to be empty.”

She tried purging the regulator but got nothing. She put it between her lips and tried to breathe. A last check confirmed she’d turned on the valve. There simply was no air in the tank.

“Empty? It’s fucking empty?? Damnit, that bitch must have used it all! Maybe she thought I would try to use it to find the drive.”

“That’s it then?” Megan wanted to know as she reached down for her clothes.

“Wait.”

“What now?”

“You can still swim down to have a look, can’t you?”

“I suppose. Let’s get this cover off so I can go down and have a look. You’re really going to owe me if I have to go down without using a source of air, you know.”

“We can’t get the cover off, baby.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s broken, ok? I’ve tried! I can get the crank to turn, but it’s like pushing an elephant off your tennis shoes! It’s going to take forever to do it by hand!”

“You mean I’ve got to go down and hold my breath? It’s not like I’m dropping off a letter in a mailbox, you know. It might take some time to work that drain open.”

“You can do it, can’t you? You said you went scuba diving on your vacation!”

“That was scuba diving. Look, I’m a good swimmer and all… but this is going down and holding your breath. I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Oh, come on, baby! You’ve got to give it a try?! This is for us, remember?”

“So where’s this drain?”

“In the bottom of the deep end, Megan! Where else do you put a drain in a pool? C’mon, baby; help me out here!”

“So let me get this straight. I have to hold my breath to make a swim all the way down to the drain in the deep end of your pool under your broken pool cover just to see if she hid the flash drive down there??”

Marc smiled wryly. “That’s about the size of it, Megan. I’m sorry about that.”

“I can’t believe this! Your wife hid the flash drive in the pool using scuba gear because you can’t swim and you think she MAY have hidden it in the drain? I have to swim all the way to the deep end…”

“…and you’ll have to unscrew the drain cover…”

She glared daggers at him as she continued. “…unscrew the drain cover, try to find the flash drive… and then make it all the way back on that same breath without drowning my ass??”

“I think you got it.”

“…holding my breath the entire time…”

Marc sighed heavily. “C’mon, Megan! Didn’t you do that even a little bit on your vacation? You were in the water, weren’t you??  I’m begging here! That bitch has got me by the balls! If the mob or the cops get hold of that drive, I’m screwed! I know you can do this, ok? Please help me out?”

“Fine, I’ll give it my best shot. But you’re really going to owe me big time for this one!”

She began looking around the shelves as though hunting for something. She found a weight belt; that would be helpful. But she kept on looking.

“What are you looking for, honey?”

“A dive mask is going to make this a hell of a lot easier, you know.”

He nodded as he located one for her. She took it from him and started to pull it down over her face. Marc looked down, wondering if this was going to work out. He desperately wanted that flash drive before something really bad happened.

She got it onto her face and then wrapped the belt around her waist. She was heading for the pool when he stopped her… “Megan? You may need this.” She turned to see him offering her a screwdriver.

She took it from him before heading toward the corner of the pool. The corner of cover was open; she could get in there. She certainly hoped this would be worth it.

She slipped into the water, dunking herself to get acclimated before coming back up. She came up gasping for breath. “Don’t tell me the heater’s…”

“…on the fritz.”

“Is there anything here that IS working??” He pointed at his crotch and smiled. She smiled back at the effect she was having on him when she noticed a growing bulge. If this was turning him on, maybe she could make the swim and retrieve that damned flash drive in her underwear.

“I’ll be expecting to get some of that tonight when this is over with, baby,” she told him, indicating his crotch as she took a few deep breaths. She held the last one before he could respond. Then she submerged with a burble and began her swim.

She followed the bottom to the slope of the pool. She could see the drain down in the deep end. It was white and circular.

It didn’t look all that far away, and it certainly didn’t look imposing. It was possible the bitch had hidden it in there, thinking it would be the last place he would look. Maybe this was going to work after all. Besides, she didn’t like the idea of his wife Tina holding this flash drive over his head during their divorce proceedings.

She swam down to it and looked all around. There was no drive anywhere in sight. She tried to look into the drain. But she couldn’t see very well through the slats.

It was definitely screwed down, that much was obvious. Had he even given her the right screwdriver? There was only one way to find out.

She pushed it into the head of the screw. It went in easily enough. She found she was able to twist it without too much difficulty.

She started to unscrew the drain cover as a few bubbles trickle out of her mouth. What a lousy place to hide a flash drive. She couldn’t believe his wife had gone to all this trouble. But if the drive was that important, then perhaps she’d better help get it back.

She paused when she thought she heard something up at the surface. Was that Marc trying to get the cover open? She didn’t like the fact that most of it was closed on top of her. And she certainly didn’t like the long swim back she would have to make once she was finished.

She went back to work on the screw. But something wasn’t right. It was taking longer; it wasn’t turning as easily. Fuck; what a mess!

Up at the surface Marc found himself pacing anxiously before looking down at the covered pool. Didn’t she have that drain cover off by now? Surely it wasn’t that complicated removing a couple of screws, was it… unless she couldn’t hold her breath very long. If that was the case, this might take longer than he was expecting it to take.

Megan struggled with the screw. Why was it taking so damn long?? Wasn’t it supposed to be easy to remove them so the repairman could check the drain? It didn’t require a special tool, did it? The screwdriver seemed to be working, although it was taking longer than she’d anticipated.

Once more she thought she heard something. She looked up as bubbles trickled out of her mouth. It would not be good if his bitch of a wife came home and caught her down here. She wasn’t sure what she would do if that happened.

Up at the surface Marc anxiously checked his watch. How long had she been down there? Could she hold her breath long enough? What if something went wrong and she drowned down there? There was no way he would be able to go down and check for himself! Shit – shit – shit!

Megan could feel her lungs heaving. Damn; this was taking too long! She had to at least get this one screw out before she had to go up. But her lungs were really hurting.

She worked the screwdriver until the screw suddenly gave way. She picked it up and grasped it between her fingers. At-fucking-LAST!

She took off for the shallow end and the steps that awaited her. It looked so far away! Could she hold her breath long enough to get there?

What if she drowned down here?? Surely that bastard wouldn’t come down to get her back up! She would be left down here for who knows how long until the cops came and hauled her up. What kind of an excuse would he give for having his secretary drown in his backyard pool??

She reached the loose part of the cover and burst up gasping for breath. How long had she been down there holding her breath?? She certainly didn’t want to do that again. But she only had the one screw. The other one was still down there waiting to be removed.

Marc came over to her with concern in his eyes. “Jesus, baby; are you ok??” Megan nodded her head as she clutched at her chest, too breathless for words.

“Did you find it? Tell me you found it? Did you find it?”

“Does this look like I found it?” she gasped as she held up the screw she’d removed. “It felt like… I was down there… a long time! But I just couldn’t… hold my breath… any longer.”

“You’re doing great, Megan! But you were down a good two minutes at least. I was really starting to worry.”

“That’s because… I couldn’t get the damn screw loose! I was so close… and then I got it… but I ran out of breath before I could get to… the other one!”

“Babe, you’ve got to go back down. We can’t delay much longer! What if she comes back while you’re still down there?”

“Can’t you give me a fucking minute here? I’m exhausted!”

“I’m sorry, ok?” Then he nervously looked all around. “I just don’t want her coming back unannounced, ok? Who knows what that bitch will do once she discovers we’re on to her!”

Megan nodded as her breath returned. “Just give me a moment to catch my breath ok?” Then she held up the screwdriver for emphasis as she added, “I know what to do and how long it’s going to take. I’ll get it this time for sure.”

He looked down at her and smiled at her cleavage. “What?” she asked in annoyance.

“You’re giving me a great view there, baby.” She just shook her head and rolled her eyes as she started taking deep breaths. They didn’t have time for this, not if his wife might show up at any moment.

She checked her dive mask to make sure it was secure. Then she took three deep breaths. She held the third one as she slipped under the cover.

She made the long swim down easily enough. She reached the drain and went right for that second screw. Once she got it off, she would be able to remove the drain cover and see what was inside.

Marc’s eyes were on the pool when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in a black dress. Her red hair was distinctive. So was the angry scowl on her lips. She was carrying a gun in her right hand.

“Honey! You’re home early.”

“Of course I’m home early. What’s going on in the pool?”

“In the pool?” Marc stammered as he pointed at it. “Nothing’s going on in the pool.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, you bastard. I see the cover rippling at the surface. You don’t suppose somebody is down there, do you?”

“Now who would be down in our pool, honey?”

“Maybe your big-titted whore secretary?”

“What would my secretary be doing down there?”

“Looking for this perhaps?” She smirked as she held up a little baggie containing the flash drive he was after.

Marc felt the color drain from his face. He was busted; they were both busted. So what was the bitch going to do now?

“Honey, I can explain.”

“Oh, can you now?”

“It’s not what you think! There’s nobody down there!”

“There isn’t?”

“That’s right.”

“If there’s nobody down there, then I guess you can close the cover.”

“What??”

She lifted the gun and pointed it right at him. “I said close the fucking pool cover, you bastard! Seal it off; close it up! What… are you fucking deaf??”

The jig was up. Now he had to get Megan out of there. But what if his wife wanted to shoot her or something?

“Ok – ok; you got me. My secretary is down there, ok? Can’t we just wait until she comes back up?

His wife angrily pointed at the water. “I said close the fucking pool… RIGHT… NOW!”

“But she’s still under there! If I close it off, she’ll drown!”

“Serves the cock-sucking whore right, don’t you think? After all, that IS what’s she’s been doing to my cheating husband.”

“Honey, can’t we talk about this? We can’t just leave her down there!”

“I’m touched you want to save your big-titted whore. But I think right now you’ve got more important things to worry about than replacing some slut secretary, don’t you?”

“Baby, don’t you think…”

“I’ll not ask again.” Then she cocked the weapon and aimed it right at him.

Marc’s heart was pounding in his chest as he went over to the cover. “Stretch it out; make it fucking tight! We don’t want any twigs or leaves falling in, do we?”

“All right – all right!”

Marc bent over and began pulling the cover tight to the corner. He wished there was some way of warning Megan down there. But he was liable to get a slug in his chest for his efforts if he tried anything foolish.

He looked up at her one last time. But she was adamant. “Seal her in, you bastard, or there’ll be a corpse at the surface to match the one down below!” All Marc could do was obey, hoping he might somehow get a chance to get it back open in time before she ran out of air and drowned down there.

“Satisfied?” he asked as he moved closer.

“Don’t you fucking take another step!” She pointed the weapon right at him as he raised his hands in a submissive gesture.

“In the house,” she motioned with the gun. “Let’s leave your big-titted whore out here to enjoy her swim!”

He dared not try anything for fear of the gun going off. Marc nodded as he walked in front of her. He opened the door and went inside. She followed after him a few steps behind.

–

Megan worked the last screw off with a comfortable amount of breath left in her lungs. She held it up for inspection… “Finally!” Now she could get into the drain and retrieve that flash drive.

She opened the drain and looked inside. But she saw nothing that looked remotely like any kind of flash drive… “What the hell??”

She reached inside and felt all around. It had to be inside; it just had to! That bitch wouldn’t go to all that trouble of gearing up and spending an hour in her pool unless she was hiding it in here, wouldn’t she? But the item she sought was not in the pool drain.

She grabbed her head in astonishment… “What the hell – what the hell – WHAT THE HELL??” It wasn’t in there! Why the hell had she wasted all this time holding her breath if it wasn’t in there??

That did it; she was out of here! She wasn’t wasting any more time on this stupid flash drive of his. She swam for the shallow end, preparing to give him a healthy piece of her mind. By the time she was done, he was going to rue the day he’d sent her down here on some wild goose chase.

She reached the shallow end when she looked up in surprise. What the hell?? The cover was now completely closed! Whose fucking idea was that??

She began looking all around, checking the perimeter of the pool she was in. But there didn’t seem to be an opening anywhere! Was she trapped underneath? What the hell was he doing??

She tried pushing upward. But the cover was tightly in place. There was virtually no give; she was well and truly trapped underneath!

She couldn’t believe it; she just couldn’t believe it! Then a horrific thought came to her mind. What if he’d set her up? What if this was his way of getting rid of her? What if his wife had been in on this from the very beginning? What if he’d lured her down here just to drown her in their backyard pool??

She screamed, “MARC, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Then she began beating on the cover, becoming aware of the growing strain in her lungs.

She tried pushing up against the cover, beating on it with her fists… anything that might alert him to her situation. Had he done this deliberately? She thought he loved her!

The strain in her lungs was building; she could feel her stomach starting to heave. She was running out of breath. She had to find a way out fast!

She tried the cover again; surely it would give way somewhere! Maybe it had closed by accident and Marc was working on getting it back open. Then she thought of something else that would just as easily explain her predicament. What if his wife had come home and closed it off on her? What if she was up there right now? She couldn’t hear or see anything, so there was no way of knowing!

Her lungs spasmed painfully; she nearly inhaled. Megan covered her mouth as her chest kept heaving. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer!

She was running out of time; she had to get out now! Megan beat against the cover, mentally screaming for Marc to open the damned thing back up and get her out. But there was no evidence he was even out there watching her.

Her chest heaved; she covered her mouth again. Her stomach rippled as her chest heaved once more. She wanted another breath; she really needed another breath! If only she could get another breath!

She gurgled as she reflexively inhaled. She coughed up bubbles and gurgled again. Then a coughing spell set in as she sucked water down her windpipe.

The weight belt threatened to take her down and she kicked weakly to stay up at the surface. But she was coughing and inhaling now, swallowing more pool water. She was about to be overtaken by the inevitable.

She lost her ability to stay near the cover as the weight around her waist now worked against her. It began pulling her down toward the bottom of the pool. She couldn’t kick herself back up; she was settling toward the bottom!

Megan found herself settling onto the pool floor, unable to make her way back toward the cover above. She kept spasming and convulsing; it hurt so fucking bad! Where the hell was Marc? Why had he abandoned her down here??

She tried to reach upward for the surface. If only she could get there, maybe she could punch a hole in it. Maybe if she beat on it, Marc would see the trouble she was in and come to her aid! But she just didn’t have the strength to get there.

She spasmed again, her lungs spewing out the last of her breath. She waved up at the surface, but it was starting to grow dark all around her. She was so scared and so cold!

She shuddered hard before going limp. The weight around her waist kept her on the pool floor. Stray muscles fired as an arm twitched, a leg jerked… a toe flickered. Then the life faded from her eyes.

Up at the surface the cover grew still. There was no evidence a human being had drowned underneath and was now held to the bottom by the weight around her waist. The backyard was quiet.

Inside the house there was a cry followed by a gunshot. A moment later there was a thump as a body hit the floor. Then the property was quiet.

The back door opened and the wife came out. She looked at the pool and smiled. Then she headed for her car. She had an alibi to plan, had to find a way to convince the mob her husband and his secretary had teamed up to cause trouble and had gotten themselves killed in the process…

© 2016 (written for JQ public Nov 29 ’16 by riwa)

(Vidcaps provided by JQ public. They are from MMP’s Flash Drive Infidelity and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Update/My 12 unpleasant days of Christmas 3 (2)

Posted on December 24, 2016 by riwa

Brief update: My mom is doing fine, except for a bee problem she has. I don’t know if she will still have it after winter, but she may have some bees to get rid of. She’d gotten snow and cold temps and was forced to get another car. But she says it started right up even though it was below zero.

My ex is doing fine. I still go every week for an hour to put a smile on her face. She has adapted remarkably well to a situation that would drive me nuts. And the nurses all seem to like her.

I’m doing well even with the recent snows we’ve had. I walk to some places close by and I’m careful not to walk too fast so I don’t slip and fall and break my neck. And my doctor visits this last fall indicate I seem to be doing well.

So you can see my life is pretty boring. And instead of trying to come up with something for a whole blog update, I combined it into a story to go with the season so you have something to enjoy, kind of like my last blog where I did have a toothache, but I invented something additional to give you all a fun reading experience.

I hope all of you are doing well. Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And thanks for stopping by and reading the stories I upload. Now on with the show…

 

I have a problem this Christmas. It’s about my current girlfriend Marilyn. I think I’m going to have to break up with her.

I don’t think she understands me when it comes to giving gifts. And I think she’s somehow related to my last girlfriend. Either that or she thinks she’s being funny as hell.

My last girlfriend put me in debt up to my neck. And it’s all because of last Christmas. Now I think my current girlfriend is doing the same thing.

Last year I was trying to figure out what to give my girlfriend Janice when this truck from a nursery pulled up. They were delivering a pear tree to be installed in my yard. And they had a partridge in a cage to go along with it.

There was just one problem.

I live in an apartment so I’m not allowed to plant a pear tree in the courtyard. Besides, the ground was frozen. But I wasn’t allowed to return it.

I knew of a dairy farm outside of town. I called and asked if the farmer was interested in planting a pear tree since I had one to dispose of. The farmer said he would take it, but I would have to pay to have it installed.

I tried to call my girlfriend back to explain what happened. But the call went straight to voice mail. She was out of town visiting relatives. So I was stuck with this partridge in this bird cage in my apartment.

The next day I got another delivery – two turtle doves. I’m not much of a bird person. But I didn’t know who else to pawn them off on. Now I had three little mouths to feed.

I called my girlfriend again, trying to tell her they’d arrived. I wanted to explain to her how impractical this all was because I was not equipped to house them. Once more, my call went straight to voicemail.

The next day I got three French hens. But there was no way I would be allowed to put up a chicken coup in the courtyard. So I had three more birds inside my apartment. At least I had the possibility of getting some eggs out of the deal. But now my cozy confines were becoming a little crowded.

The arrival of four calling birds the next day did not help matters any. They were noisy as hell and I didn’t know what to do with them. I figured my best option was to try getting rid of all my birds.

I put out several calls, but was stymied at every turn. I figured maybe it was time to build an aviary somewhere. Perhaps with the farmer’s permission I could put one up on that dairy farm I knew about.

The arrival of the 5 gold rings was a nice surprise. I figured she’d had her fun with me and had sent me something I could pawn to pay for dealing with all those birds. By now the apartment was starting to smell. And the neighbors on either side of me were complaining about the noise.

The arrival of the geese the next day was not pleasant. I had no place for them, no room to fit them in my apartment. I tried leaving them outside, hoping they would fly south for the winter. But that didn’t work.

I had been putting it off, but I finally called that farmer and asked if I could put up an aviary on his property and house all my birds out there. He told me I could so long as I paid for it. My Christmas was becoming more and more expensive.

I had to sell one of the gold rings to build the aviary on his property. I also lost my eggs when I sent over the French hens. But I decided it was a small loss since I didn’t want any birds in my apartment.

When the swans showed up in the next day’s delivery truck, I was more than a little put out. I had them sent over to my aviary. But they put up quite a ruckus as apparently they needed some water to do a little swimming in to soothe them.  So I had to put in a little stream that circulated throughout the interior of the aviary. That resulted in the selling of another ring. I found myself praying that would be the last of the birds.

Imagine my surprise when eight Swiss maids showed up the next day. But all they were good for was milking. So I sent them off to the farmer, telling him to put them to work if he could. He agreed so long as I paid to house and feed them. There went another of my gold rings.

I have no idea what my girlfriend was thinking when she sent me the lady dancers the next day. I’m not a dancer and I don’t have a band to play music for them. Again, I sent them over to the farmer to see what he could do with them.

When the lords showed up the following day, I was really starting to worry. I had nothing for them to do. But I told them where they could go find some musically inclined ladies. Maybe they could all go leaping and dancing together or something like that. So I sent them over to see the farmer. But I had to hock another gold ring to pay to house them.

I was going crazy when the pipers showed up the next day. I have no idea what my girlfriend was thinking. Yes, I used to be a musician. But that was many decades ago. And I wasn’t interested in learning how to play a pipe. So I sent them off to the farmer as well, hoping they could serenade the lords and ladies while the maids did their milking at the farm.

When the drummers arrived the last day, I sent an angry voicemail to my girlfriend telling her I was breaking up with her. I had to sell my last gold ring, and I was forced to put the remaining debts on a couple of credit cards. The season was becoming more miserable as Christmas approached.

I sent off the drummers to the farm, hoping that might be the end of it. But the next day I got a call from the farmer. He told me I needed to do something as he couldn’t take it anymore.

He said the maids were slow as molasses when it came to milking, especially when he had equipment that could do the job much faster. Then there was this row caused by the maids herding some cows down the highway in a parade while the ladies danced, the lords leaped, and the drum and piper corps followed up the rear. I guess they blocked traffic, and several citations were issued.

I told him to tell everyone my credit cards were maxing out and that I could no longer pay to house them anymore. I told him they could all do what they wanted and to take care of things himself. I no longer wanted this thing hanging over my head.

I thought all was cool for a couple days. Then the farmer called me and told me I’d better come over. He said things had taken an ominous turn and for me to come have a look.

I asked him what was going on. He told me he had told everyone they could do whatever they wanted, but they had three days to get off his farm. But for some reason things had gotten out of hand.

I drove to his farm where he took me out back. I wasn’t expecting what I saw when we entered the first building. It wasn’t filled with livestock. Instead, those maids were being subjected to some very cruel, medieval tortures by the pipers and half the drummers.

Most of the girls were naked and in some sort of bondage. Two of them were actually in milking machines. I couldn’t believe the way those breasts were being enlarged while those milkers sucked on their tits.

I found a third girl being dunked in a trough of cold water. The guys seemed to enjoy listening to her cries and her gasps for breath. “That’s nothing, the farmer told me. “They took a fourth girl to the aviary, put in a sawmill waterwheel, and now they have her tied to that. She gets dunked every time the wheel spins around.”

Another girl was tied down to a rack, her arms and legs being stretched out as a piper applied a branding iron to her. Still another was in the stocks with weights attached to her nipples, grotesquely pulling her nipples down as the guys took turns paddling her behind. One girl was hanging from the air by her secured wrists, and was getting a serious flogging. I saw red welts on both sides of her naked body.

The last one was on her hands and knees sucking the cocks of the men not needed elsewhere. I was asked if I wanted to have my cock sucked. I politely declined.

“Is this all?” I asked the farmer in astonishment.

“That’s not the half of it.” Then he directed me to the other large building out back. What I saw in there was even worse.

The lords and remaining drummers were hanging those dancing ladies. I guess they had taken the “dancing” part a little too literally. Four were already dangling naked side by side.

The first three were gently swaying while the fourth was still kicking a little. I saw more nooses waiting to be used. A fifth girl was being noosed up on top of a bale of straw. She looked frightened out of her wits.

Two other ladies were in a bed of straw being gang-banged. The last two were sitting on bales of straw buck-naked. They were masturbating as though the whole damned thing was a huge turn-on.

I went over to them and asked why they didn’t run away. “The lords would only catch us, bring us back and hang us anyway,” they told me. “Besides, we never realized how erotic it would be watching our friends hang naked. We think we’re going to get good orgasms out of the deal before we’re dead.”

I shook my head and watched as the fifth lady was pushed off the straw bale. She kicked and danced as though she was in severe agony. The guys were naked and stroked themselves as they watched.

I was horrified, yet strangely aroused. They really thought it was hot watching that poor lady swing. Her two unoccupied friends simply masturbated harder as they looked on, watching her hang and gasping things like, “That is so hot… Brandy looks like she’s cumming in the noose… gawd, I hope I cum hard like that.”

I shook my head and told the farmer I had no idea this was going on. I said it was happening on his property without my authorization and that I’d only wanted them gone so I didn’t have to pay for their housing and meals anymore. He rained obscenities down upon my head, told me to get the hell off his land and that he never wanted to see me again.

I went home thinking that would be the end of it. But the tortured maids survived. I had to pay to fly them all back to Switzerland.

The lords, pipers and drummers were all arrested and charged with a ton of crimes ranging from holding a person against their will to first degree murder. I told the investigators I’d entered into an agreement with the farmer to house them and put them to work on his property. But I had no idea all that stuff would happen.

Thankfully I didn’t have to go to jail. But I had to pay a big fine anyway, putting me in debt over the holidays and carrying on into the next several years. At least I was not charged as an accessory to murder. But I can’t get the image of those naked girls dangling from those nooses out of my head. And seeing all those other girls being tortured like that was, well… I had no idea it would all get so out of hand.

I’m still paying off my credit cards. My credit rating is shot and I may have to declare bankruptcy. Like I said, I broke up with Janice soon after the drummers arrived, telling her what she’d sent me as gifts was crazy and that I never wanted to hear from her again.

…all of which brings me to today…

Marilyn has just sent me a gift. And I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I’m thinking of breaking up with her.

There’s a large truck outside. You can guess what’s in the back.

I don’t suppose there’s anyone out there who’d be interested in a pear tree, would there? I can toss in a partridge to sweeten the deal if you’ll take it off my hands. I’ll even pay for the shipping…

© 2016 (written Dec 21 ’16 by riwa)

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An execution favor for Pat Anderson 4.2 (20)

Posted on December 18, 2016 by riwa

It had been less than two months since my attendance at Club X when I got a call from Pat Anderson, school executrix at the DFN Academy. It seems she had several girls on the docket for execution as ordered by the school council. I thought she was going to ask if I wanted to attend an execution or two. But apparently she had something else in mind.

It seems these twin sisters (not identical) had been failing their courses. In a fit of despair and perhaps sexual excitement at the thought they might be executed, they had submitted to a lesbian experience with each other. Unfortunately they were caught in the act, and the school council had no other choice but to condemn them to death.

She described them to me and then asked if I remembered them. I told her I recalled my visit to Club X and how I remembered being involved in furthering their asphyxia training. They had proved to be more than sexually adequate. As a matter of fact, they had both performed admirably during the strangulation phase of our time together.

She told me how they certainly remembered me. Then she said she had a favor to ask. Apparently these girls had requested I be involved in their executions through sexual asphyxiation. They believed an erotic asphyxia-related death by my hands would leave a good mark on their records as a final act of service for the school. Would I be available and willing to sexually asphyxiate them both so long as I was able to provide a recording of the event to confirm the executions to the school council?

My cock stirred at the thought. But I knew Pat was an experienced professional, whereas I was only a rank amateur when it came to these sorts of things. I told her I was flattered, but that I had reservations I would be able to do the job adequately.

She told me she had watched the recordings of my time in the room with her girls at Club X. She assured me she had full confidence in my abilities to send them back to the Academy in the proper condition to be recycled. She also believed their asphyxia-related deaths at my hands would make them good role models for all future students to follow.

How could I resist such an honorable request? I knew Pat well and believed she would not have asked me had she not believed in my abilities. My respect and admiration for her position was such that I could not say no.

We made the arrangements over the phone. She said the girls would be eager and would be shipped over to my location along with someone to record the proceedings. I told her I would be ready and hung up.

I called my girlfriend Julie and told her of the honor that had been bestowed upon me. She immediately asked if she could come over to watch. I told her I saw no reason why not. After all, Pat had not said observers weren’t allowed.

She rushed right over to find me down in the basement setting things up. She told me how excited she was and begged me to allow her to play a part in the proceedings. I told her I would see what I could do.

The Academy van pulled up with Donna Lacroix in charge of the recording. I remembered her from my visit to Club X. Then the blonde sisters came out of the van, naked as the day they were born.

They smiled warmly as they came up to me. Melissa eagerly told me, “Mr. Sherwood, we’re so glad you agreed to execute us today!” Melinda added, “We can’t wait for you to sex-acute us!”

I looked curiously at Miss Lacroix who smiled pleasantly. She told me the girls’ eagerness would be recorded as a part of their final grade. So far they both seemed to be earning high marks for their enthusiasm.

I told them we were setting things up down in the basement. Donna instructed me to take the girls inside. She would bring in the recording equipment shortly.

I asked her if she needed any help. She said there wasn’t much to bring in. This was not an official production but rather a simple recording of their execution. If her remarks had any negative impact on the twins, they showed no evidence of it.

I took them downstairs and waited for Miss Lacroix to come down with her equipment. She had a briefcase with some paperwork along with a video recorder and tripod. The recorder looked lightweight and easy to use.

I signed the papers, followed by the signatures of the condemned. They showed no fear, acting as though this was nothing more than a school project while trying to portray how eager they were to put on a good show. It made me wonder if they would have had the same zeal without the presence of Miss Lacroix.

When I took them inside, my girlfriend was sitting in a chair waiting for us. She was dressed up in an attractive blouse and skirt. “This is Julie,” I told everyone. “She is my girlfriend and is here to learn and observe. I hope that’s ok, Miss Lacroix.” Julie smiled nervously, but Donna said her presence was welcome so long as she did not interfere.

I had a curtain over part of the room as I didn’t want the girls to see anything until Donna could be here to observe their reactions. Already she had a clipboard out and was hastily scribbling notes. “Is it ready?” I asked Julie. When she nodded, I pulled the curtain, revealing a bed, a leather couch, and a white nylon noose of medium thickness dangling from the ceiling above a stool.

Donna paused with her clipboard long enough to set up the camera and tripod. Meanwhile both sisters gawked at the noose dangling before them. “Ooooo; he’s gonna hang one of us??” Melissa finally gasped with delight. “Who’s it gonna be?”

“Pick me; pick me!” her sister gasped eagerly, holding her hand up as though this was a classroom. “I hope you’ll pick me and give me a flying fuck as I hang for you!” Donna continued to take notes as she observed their eagerness.

“All right, Melinda,” I told her. “You get to hang.” A quick glance over at my girlfriend indicated she was rather excited about the whole thing.

“Fantastic!” And with that Melinda quickly knelt, unzipped my fly, took my cock out and started to suck.

A scowl from Donna was enough to remind her sister she needed to be in on the action as well. Melissa quickly knelt beside Melinda and started helping her with my cock and balls as they worked to disrobe me. Soon I was naked along with the two sisters.

When I was sufficiently hardened I told them to stand up. In my girlfriend’s lap was a small coil of rope. I told one of the sisters, “Melissa, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned about tying knots by binding your sister’s arms behind her back.”

She smiled and nodded as she went over to Julie and took the rope from her. She came back, pulled her sister’s arms behind her back and began to secure them. That’s when the severity of their situation hit Melinda.

The smile faded a little from her face, although I could tell she was trying to be brave. Her nipples were appropriately hard, her pussy dripping with anticipation. Miss Lacroix briefly examined both nipples closely, reached down to finger the dripping pussy, and then took more notes, quietly murmuring something to the effect of “nipples hard… pussy wet… subject showing the appropriate degree of arousal and eagerness.”

Melinda heard the quiet remarks and it made her smile. Her attitude vastly improved upon hearing she was doing well. “Do you want me on the stool now?” she asked, trying to sound enthusiastic. Donna simply looked at me as though I was in charge before stepping over to make sure her camera was set up right where she wanted it.

“Up on the stool, Melinda,” I told her. But I did not have to be demanding as she went willingly.

She carefully stepped up until her face was framed by the noose as she balanced on the stool. She even pushed her head through as though happy for me to get on with it. I saw her glance down at Donna who was furiously writing notes while murmuring softly… “Subject eager to be hanged… willingly puts her head in noose.”

I grabbed the end of the rope and pulled it tight, snugging the knot up behind her left ear. She let out a gasp and then started to tremble. Her eagerness was slipping again. But her nipples remained hard as her pussy really started to drip.

“You look great, sis! I can’t wait for my turn!” Miss Lacroix smiled at the sister’s remark as she double-checked her camera settings before going back to her clipboard.

“It feels great, sis! I c-can’t wait to hang!” Melinda tried to sound eager, but there were cracks of anxiety appearing in her features. Either she was afraid of hanging or she was afraid of failing in this last attempt to leave a good mark on her name back at the Academy. I decided it was the latter.

I took the other end of the rope and tied it off, leaving her up on the balls of her feet. She gasped and whimpered, but she put on a brave, excited front. Then I walked in front of her, choosing to ignore everyone else in the room for the moment. After all, since I had an important job to do, I decided it was better to push ahead and try to ignore the distractions of an audience looking on, especially an official observer from the school.

I stood in front of Melinda with my cock hard and curved upward. “I’ll make this simple,” I told her. “You must step off the stool, wrap your legs around me, impale yourself and fuck me. Understood?”

She nodded as she tried to get a decent breath. I had tied the noose a little tight as a challenge to see how well she would handle it. Donna smiled at her and continued to take notes.

“Go for it, sis!” Melissa gasped when her twin sister hesitated. “I can’t wait to go next! C’mon; you can do it!” Donna Lacroix took one last look through the camera and then nodded she was all set for the hanging to commence.

Melinda took a deep breath. Then she left the stool as she tried to reach out for me with her legs. But I could tell the sudden strain of her weight in the noose had caught her by surprise.

Her legs flailed a little, although she managed to avoid kicking me. It took her a few seconds to wrap her legs around my waist and pull herself to me. Then she grunted and gurgled as I felt her impale herself on my throbbing shaft. She was very wet; I easily slipped right inside.

I could tell by the look on her face she was happy to get me inside her. She began riding up and down, her muscles furiously milking me. I’m not sure how much was reflex and how much was actual control on her part.

She eagerly rode me, using her legs to make her body go up and down while fucking my cock. I’m not sure how much was a desire to get me off or just a desire to lift herself up enough to get another breath. I was far enough away that she really had to stretch to work at it, meaning the noose was strangling her the entire time.

Her fucking became more frantic as the noose constricted tightly around her neck. I detected the moment when her actions shifted to the point where she was mostly operating on reflex action as she tried to rise up to get another breath. But her cunt clenched furiously around my shaft as though this moment was what she had trained for.

She went into little spasms and seizures as her eyes rolled. It looked quite painful, but she was dutifully trying to give it her all. Then she reached the point where it was all involuntary reaction to the noose taking her life away.

I don’t know whether or not she realized she had been a success. But my cock went off inside her the moment she suddenly shuddered hard and then hung limp, partially impaled on my dick. When I eased back she came off my shaft and lifelessly swung back and forth, our cums mixed together to drip out of her pussy onto the floor. A moment later a stream of urine concluded the event as she quietly swayed this way and that.

“Damn, sis; that was hot!” her sister breathed. But I thought I saw a flicker of concern in her eyes knowing she was next.

I glanced over to see Julie had been furiously masturbating under her skirt. She had gone commando, and she’d opened up her blouse to be able to touch her breasts. Obviously, the entire hanging had made her horny as hell.

Donna dutifully recorded her observations on her clipboard… “Subject climaxed… made executioner ejaculate… both cums leaking down… subject has pissed herself.” I looked at her, causing her to look up and smile knowingly at me. Then I looked over at Melissa. She gulped and then tried to put on a brave smile realizing it was her turn at bat.

–

Melissa looked at Donna… and then at me… and then over at Donna again. I could tell she was trying to think something over. Perhaps she was contemplating the best way to get good marks. After all, it appeared her sister had scored well judging from Miss Lacroix’s reactions.

Melinda’s naked body was still gently swaying in noose when she walked up to it and caressed it lovingly. “You died great, sis,” she murmured. “I just hope I can live up to your example.” Then she looked at me and smiled as though gathering her courage.

“I’m ready for my execution now, Mr. Sherwood.” Then she knelt on the floor and started loving on my softened cock.

I heard Donna taking notes as she took me into her mouth to get me hard again. I turned to see Julie watching with eager anticipation. I think she was curious as to how I was going to execute this one.

Melissa took me into her mouth and began sucking and vacuuming with her cheeks, looking up at me the whole time. I think she realized she had quite a project just getting me to harden again. Then she grinned up at me and smiled before telling me, “I want to feel you cum in my ass as I die, Mr. Sherwood. I want my anal spasms to get you off at the moment of my death. It’s entirely your choice of course… but I think that’s the best way a slut like me should be executed, don’t you?”

My cock twitched and hardened as she took me back into her mouth. I looked over to see Donna taking more notes. I heard her murmur, “Subject willing… training has apparently taken hold.” Those overheard words of encouragement made Melissa suck my cock even more.

Her eager grunts and gurgles had the desired effect. Then she purred at me as she told me, “Remember our time back at Club X? You could execute me that way if you wish.” And with that she took me back into her mouth.

I gasped and moaned as I began to thrust into her mouth. She was acting eager and enthusiastic, just like a good execution slut should. There was the briefest hint of concern in her eyes, but I think her desire to do a good job in front of Miss Lacroix was overriding any hesitancies on her part. Besides, I was sure she wanted to measure up to her sister’s eager execution.

As I remembered back to our time at Club X, I recalled her being the more slutty of the two. I also remembered fucking her up the ass while choking her out. If she wanted my cum up her butt as she died, who was I to say no?

She got me sufficiently hard before I stood her up and took her over to the couch. I bent her over and thrust my cock hard up her cunt from behind as I squeezed her neck with my hands. She rasped and gurgled as I pumped her hard… “Harder, Mr… Sherwood… harder! Fuck’n choke me… harder!”

I gave her neck a really good squeeze until she was rasping for breath. She shuddered hard, her cunt dutifully clenching around my cock while furiously milking me. I took her damn near to unconsciousness before I let her go.

She gasped for breath as I sat on the couch. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around my meat, hungrily sucking her fluids off my dick. “I taste so good on your cock, Mr. Sherwood. I’m so glad I get to please you as I die for you!” Then she rose up as Donna Lacroix kept taking notes.

She turned around and climbed up into my lap. Then she centered her anus against my throbbing dick. She slowly impaled herself, whimpering, “Hurts so good… I’m going to die… with your cock up my ass!” Then my cock was all the way inside her.

She gasped as she whimpered, “Fuck my ass and choke me, Mr. Sherwood. It’s what I deserve.” Then she submissively brought her arms behind her back. She tried not to look at Miss Lacroix as I don’t think she wanted to look her in the eye in case there might be any kind of disapproval displayed there.

Donna watched clinically while taking more notes… “Subject eager for execution… wants it up the ass… wants to please her executioner… is acting submissively.” Her words seemed to spur Melissa onward. “Choke me, Mr. Sherwood,” she panted as she rode my dick, sounding more excited upon overhearing Miss Lacroix’s self-dictation. “You know how much I like erotic asphyxiation. You remember our time at the Club, right? I’m going to cum so hard for you as I die in your lap.”

I wrapped a hand around her throat and started to squeeze. “Yes!” she rasped. “Choke me hard! Fuck me with your death-cock and choke the life out of me – AWK!”

I looked over at my girlfriend who was furiously masturbating again. Even Donna was breathing heavily. I squeezed a little tighter, causing Melissa to rasp and gurgle.

She always did have a tight ass; I remembered it so well from the Club. Now her muscles were clenching like crazy as I cut off the flow of blood and oxygen to her brain. That’s when she became more animated, riding me harder while choking and gagging.

I suddenly released her, allowing her to gasp for breath. She seemed confused as she looked at Donna in surprise. Then it must have dawned on her how she was supposed to react as she eagerly gasped, “Choke me hard, Mr. Sherwood! Kill me; do it now – AWK!”

I squeezed hard as she became more animated. She was really struggling to breathe; I could feel her fighting me a little. Her hands came around to resist, only to see Donna frown at her. Amazingly she managed to force herself to bring her arms around behind her back again.

She really began to ride me as her ass clenched like crazy. My asphyxiating her made her body respond beautifully. If anything it made her clench all the harder.

I looked up at her as her face began to turn red. Her lips moved and I barley heard her get out the words… “Harder…… kill….. me…… now!” Over in the chair Julie was furiously fingering herself like crazy while excitedly gasping, “Kill her, baby; do it now!” Even Donna had paused from taking notes to observe.

I squeezed even harder, causing Melissa to really bounce up and down on my dick. I don’t know if she was eager to get me off before she went or whether she was trying to resist. It really didn’t matter; her ass clenched magnificently around my dick as I made her do all the work.

Her mouth opened in a rictus of pain and pleasure. She went into spasms as she orgasmed all over my lap. I got soaked from cum and piss as her ass squeezed violently in its death throes. Then I was shooting my load up her butt as she went into seizures.

Every time I thought I was done spurting, her ass would spasm and clench, milking a little more out of me. She kept shuddering in her death throes; it was absolutely incredible. A moment later she went limp as a wet noodle, forcing me to prop her up as she wet herself all over again.

I let her stay in my lap for a minute or so as I looked at Donna for a reaction. She was panting heavily for breath before I heard a rather subdued, “Oh my.” Then she seemed to remember her purpose as she went back to taking notes.

I looked over at Julie who was basking in the glow of what looked like an orgasm or two. “Fuck; that was awesome!” she gasped appreciatively. I finally pushed Melissa over off my lap, allowing my cock to come out of her ass with a quiet slurp. Cum dribbled out of the newly gaping hole.

“I’m next!” Julie blurted out. Donna and I snapped our heads up and looked at her in surprise. Miss Lacroix stared in astonishment as she asked, “I beg your pardon?”

“I mean I don’t want to be executed,” Julie hastily replied. “I just want to know if… you know… I’d make a good candidate for your DFN Academy.”

“Aren’t you a little old?” I asked, frowning at my crazy girlfriend.

“She’s taking notes so she knows what a good gasper is, right? You know how much I enjoy asphyxia games! Can’t we, like… show her?”

“Honey, I don’t know if she has the time to…”

“It won’t take that long – honest!”

“But I’ve cum twice already, Julie. I really don’t think…”

“I’ll go get the bag, the clit stimulator and the cuffs, ok? Can’t we show her? I’d like to know what she thinks!” And with that she rushed upstairs.

I turned to Donna and smiled apologetically…“Sorry about that, Miss Lacroix.”

“Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Sherwood. To be honest it’s not all that unusual for an observer to take enough interest as to want to show me what she’s capable of. Maybe she just wants to show off.” Then she leaned over in my direction as she conspiratorially added, “I suspect she’s horny and wants another orgasm or two and wants me to take notes before I leave.”

“Is that ok?”

She looked at her watch before telling me, “I believe I can spare a few more minutes from the Academy.”

Julie came rushing down the stairs with the items in her hand. “Can we, baby?” she blurted out, almost to the point of begging. By now she was totally naked.

I looked to Miss Lacroix who nodded as she told us, “I suppose I can take a few notes if you would like me to review your abilities.”

“Great!”

Julie placed the bag and clit stimulator on the bed. Then she eagerly handed me the cuffs before turning around and bringing her arms behind her back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy dripping like crazy.

She gasped and shivered as I cuffed her wrists together. She always loved that initial reaction to being rendered captive to my whims, even if only with a set of cuffs. Then I pulled her onto the bed with me.

I looked at Donna who smiled politely as she took out another sheet of paper and started taking notes. I heard her murmur, “Eager test subject wants opinion of gasping abilities.” Julie smiled as she wriggled against me, my soft cock pressing up against her ass cheeks.

I pulled the bag down over the top of her. It was a pretty large one so I wasn’t sure what she hoped to display for the DFN Academy observer. Maybe she simply wanted to show off her eagerness.

I turned on the clit stimulator as I wrapped the plastic a little tighter around her. She was already panting breathlessly, her pussy dripping onto the bed. She was really excited considering there was a naked corpse hanging from the ceiling and another collapsed in a heap nearby.

I applied the stimulator to her swollen nub. She dutifully parted her legs so I would have an easy target to obtain. The moment I brought it down on her she started writhing and moaning.

Donna took notes, watching with more than a clinical interest as I applied the clit stimulator to my girlfriend. Julie gasped and moaned, her eyes closed as she writhed and whimpered. She had gotten off watching the two executions; now she wanted a little attention for herself.

It wasn’t long before I triggered her first orgasm. She stiffened and then let out a squeal as she gushed all over the bed. That’s when I wrapped the plastic a little tighter around her head.

The bag started to puff as she struggled to breathe normally. Now she was pulling in her exhalations, making it harder for her lungs to function and for her brain to get pure oxygen. She began to wriggle a little more, struggling against me as I held the stimulator right up against her nub.

I heard her gasp, “Oh fuck!” as she really began to inhale and exhale. She began to fight me a little, but I continued holding the clit stimulator right there. Her eyes widened before she suddenly shuddered hard as the bag sucked tightly to her face. Then she exploded in orgasm, her body writhing like crazy against me.

Amazingly my cock was beginning to stir again. I think she could feel it harden behind her as she was pushing back against it. I don’t know if it was a conscious reaction or simply a reflex. But somehow she seemed to know I was getting aroused again.

I lifted the bag up and she gasped for breath. Donna watched with growing excitement, pausing now and then to jot something down. Then I pulled the bag back down over Julie’s head and we started all over again.

She let out a cry of “Oh fuck!” as I held the stimulator to her swollen nub. This time I made sure the bag was tighter around her. It began to inflate and deflate around her face as she writhed and shuddered. Then she sucked it to her face in a grimace as she went off again, soaking the bed with her flowing juices.

Donna watched wide-eyed, apparently impressed the way my girlfriend was such a good gasper. Then I took the bag off. Julie panted like crazy before grinding against my hardening cock… “Now use the belt on me, baby! Use the fucking belt! I’m so fucking horny! Let me ride your cock as you strangle the shit out of me!”

I blushed as I motioned at Miss Lacroix and then pointed at my trousers lying on the floor… “Would you mind?” She went and fetched it for me as Julie climbed up into my lap and impaled herself just as Melissa had done. She whimpered and moaned as my hardening cock easily slid inside her totally soaked cunt.

Donna came over with the belt which I proceeded to wrap around my girlfriend’s neck. “Strangle me, baby!” she gasped deliriously. “I want it so fucking bad!” Donna looked at her curiously before jotting down a few more notes… “Subject extremely eager to be asphyxiated.”

I pulled hard on both ends as Julie started to ride me. I hear her blurt out, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK!” Then I tightened the damn thing until she was rasping for breath.

She rode my cock even harder, arching her back for me while sticking out her tits. I noticed Donna taking more notes… “Subject displaying breasts from eagerness to be strangled.”

Julie became a wild woman in my lap, eagerly bouncing up and down on my cock. She kept rasping something on the order of “Strangle me… choke me… fuck me… AWK!” I pulled harder until she really arched her back, her body bucking and shuddering as she brutally impaled herself on my hardened cock.

I was close; amazingly I was so fucking close. I didn’t think it was possible to cum three times in such a short period of time. But Julie was so hot riding my dick as I strangled her that I forgot myself while wanting one more release.

I pulled really hard and she let out a hiss and a squawk. Then her naked body shuddered as her pussy clenched furiously around my dick. I think she tried to resist me, but I was too caught up in the moment. Besides, she’d indicated she wanted it, hadn’t she? And we’d done this plenty of times before, right?

She wet herself as she climaxed all over my cock in her pussy. She was clenching like crazy, which I interpreted to mean she wanted me to hurry up and cum. So I pulled even harder.

She stiffened and jerked as her pussy really clamped down. Amazingly I went off inside her as she shuddered on my stiff dick. Then she went limp in my totally soaked lap.

I eased the strap from around her neck, only for her to collapse onto my chest. For a moment I was too exhausted from our furious fucking that I merely panted like crazy in order to get my breath back. But when she wasn’t moving I tried to nudge her awake, thinking she’d passed out.

I heard panting as I looked over and saw Donna gasping for breath. “I don’t think so, Mr. Sherwood,” she told me as she sadly shook her head. “I think you killed her.”

In surprise I checked for a pulse and found none. I rolled her off my lap until my cock pulled out of her, leaving a stream of cum leaking out of her. I checked her again, only to blurt out, “What the hell?”

“It was very erotic, Mr. Sherwood; I must say. Don’t feel bad or angry with yourself. Deep down I almost think she wanted it.”

I looked at my dead girlfriend in surprise. Now there were three corpses in my basement. I turned to Miss Lacroix in astonishment and asked, “What the hell do I do now?”

“Not to worry, Mr. Sherwood. I’ll have no problems taking a third body back with me for recycling.”

I was so stunned I guess I wasn’t’ thinking straight. “But… but what the hell do I do now for a new girlfriend?”

“Again, not a problem, Mr. Sherwood. I can talk to Pat Anderson back at the Academy. I’m sure we can help out in this manner. Perhaps we can come to a mutual understanding?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll provide you with the occasional girlfriend while you supply us with the occasional execution. What do you think, Mr. Sherwood?”

I looked at Julie and sighed heavily. She’d been a great fuck and a wonderful asphyxia partner. But if I was going to get more girls from the Academy to ‘play with’, perhaps her loss wasn’t so bad after all.

“I’m interested,” I told Miss Lacroix with a smile.

“I thought you would be, Mr. Sherwood. Allow me to get in touch with Pat Anderson and make the arrangements. Meanwhile a truck should be here momentarily to pick up the bodies for recycling.” And with that she went back to her clipboard to finish taking notes as I excused myself to go take a shower…

© 2016 (written for Pat Anderson Oct 25 ’16 by Riwa)

(Pictures found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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The sinking trailer 3 (1)

Posted on December 12, 2016 by riwa

The sinking trailer

Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa

 

Allison walked out the door and got into her BMW. Before she turned over the engine, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. She saw her (beautiful, in her opinion) face with brown hair that went down past her shoulders and complimented her brown eyes.

Raising a hand, she did a tiny adjustment on her make-up and took a final check of herself. Expensive jewelry, an outfit by Channel, and high end shoes finished her package. The only thing that put her off, as it did every day, was the sight of the hovel that she lived in. The large lake behind it was nice to look at, especially since she owned the property. But there was no mansion…just a trailer.

Inside the trailer were more expensive clothes and high end make-up, everything that make her look the part of what she was – a high powered lawyer that was maybe 6 months away from getting a partnership. Allison knew if she was to secure it that she had to look the part. So she never brought anyone back to that dump that she lived in. They saw her, her clothes, her car, and talent. But letting anyone see her residence was out of the question.

A bad divorce, huge medical bills -.anything that would have put her where she was – would have been accepted by the lawyers in her office. And deep down she wished she had gotten creamed in a divorce. But that simply wasn’t the case.

Never married, she’d let herself get scammed out of her life savings by a Ponzi scheme that she never should have fallen for. She’d only been able to retain her clothes and other personal items. All she had left was enough to buy the dump that she was in.

Once she was in the parking lot, she had only gone several feet when she almost went to the ground. Two of the people in front of her did the same, and a car alarm went off in the distance. That was one thing that she hated about living in California…the ground moving.

Several nights later while just watching TV, but still in her high end outfit, the ground moved again. It wasn’t a tremor this time – it was the real thing. Allison was knocked out of her chair and onto the floor.

She suddenly realized the ground under her miserable home had given out as the ground moved. Her trailer was sliding down towards the lake! As quickly as it began, the shaking stopped.

With another bump, the entertainment center came loose from the wall and came down on top of her. Allison cried out in pain and felt her leg snap. A quick look out the window and she saw that the trailer was moving forward until she felt it bob underneath her. Alison didn’t know what to make of it – only that she was in pain and her leg was pinned underneath the entertainment center.

The TV was off; the power was out. Alison moaned as she tried to push the entertainment center off her. Something shifted, giving her a sharp pain in her leg. She screamed in agony.

She panted for breath, whimpering as she looked all around. The place was a mess; everything had come crashing down. And there was the unnerving sensation of movement underneath her.

She quickly became aware of a hissing sound. Her first reaction was a snake having gotten into the trailer. But it didn’t sound right.

She heard gurgling and bubbling. As the trailer rocked, it felt like she was on water. The trailer must have slid off its foundation, lost the supporting jacks and gone pell-mell down the hill. She thought the ground had been more level than that.

Had the earth shifted; had the soil sloped downward? She couldn’t be sure. But one thing seemed certain: her leg felt broken. She had to get out from underneath the entertainment center and get out of her trailer while she was still close to shore.

She grunted as she tried pushing the entertainment center off her. When that failed, she tried sliding out from underneath. It caused more pain, but she stubbornly refused to scream, grimacing in the near dark. Then she felt something wet as water began to flow all around her.

Alison tried to look behind her but, with her leg pinned she couldn’t turn all the way around. Propping herself up on her elbows she looked around. The window on the right was sealed, and outside there was nothing but darkness. The window on her left was cracked open slightly, and she could see the moon easily. The trouble was: it was moving across the window too fast. She knew that it was because the trailer was still moving away from the lake’s edge.

“The kitchen window…fuck!” she said to herself. She usually kept it open because her miserable excuse for a kitchen didn’t have a fan and she didn’t want to stink up the place or put a smoky smell into her clothes.

She felt the trailer tip up, and all the water flew past her and settled by her feet. No more came in. In the next moment though it tipped the other way, and all the water that had slipped down came back again, flowing all over her and getting her soaked. Then it came back again, and she thought that there was more water flowing over her this time.

Ignoring the cold water, she tried to get herself loose again. Alison was able to bring her free leg up and almost brought it to her chin. She got a good hold with her foot against the entertainment center and pushed against it.

It rose a few inches and then came crashing down again, making the throbbing even worse. She realized that it wasn’t just the entertainment center, but also all the stuff attached to it – the TV, stereo, and such that was making it to heavy. This realization came to her at the same time as more water came flowing over her body from behind.

When the trailer tipped back again, it seemed to her that it took longer for the water to pass across her body…as if there was more. Also, looking out the window, the moon seemed to be a bit closer to the panes upper edge than before.

She felt the trailer begin to angle forward again. All that water came rushing forward. There was definitely more of it.

She was slowly sinking; she couldn’t stay at the surface forever. And the trailer was not designed to be water proof. She could hear more hissing and bubbling – air escaping as she took on more water.

She felt the trailer drifting forward, no doubt further out into the lake. But this time it didn’t tip back. There was too much water in the front. And once that open kitchen window dropped below the surface, she might sink like a stone.

She struggled to get the entertainment center off her. Why the hell did she have to have all those electronic gadgets… and why had she bolted them down? The answer to the last part was easy: it was because of the quakes and the shakiness of the area.

She’d learned her lesson by bolting everything down, guaranteeing it would take a major shaking to work it loose. But in her attempts to save her electronics, she might have doomed herself once the stupid thing had fallen on top of her.

She gasped as cold water reached her pinned legs. She cried out from the pain. Then she started yelling for someone to come to her aid. But there were no sounds coming in from outside. Was she just out of earshot of civilization?

She could feel more water crawling up her legs now. Would it be enough to lift the entertainment center off her body? She suspected not as the other gadgets were helping to make it heavy. Her only hope might be for the rising water to help counterbalance the wood enough to allow her to somehow slip her legs out.

Alison couldn’t figure out what to do about this situation. She tried again to free herself, to no avail. Each time she tried, all she succeeded in doing was bringing the whole thing down onto her leg again, causing more pain. The water was going up in the trailer. She could still keep herself above it on her back and her head safe if she propped up herself up on her elbows. But that didn’t make her feel any more secure.

As if to mock her, she saw a $400 shoe float by her as the water went to and fro. When she looked past it she saw that the wall was starting to be pushed inwards from the weight of the water outside. If the seals holding the wall panels together gave then she knew that water would come pouring into the whole place.

A creak, and she heard the same sound on the other side of her. She thought that she saw a few water droplets coming in under a bolt. Suddenly Alison wasn’t as worried about the open kitchen window anymore.

She heard ominous creeks and groans. She could hear bubbles from somewhere, could hear what sounded like water coming in. Then the trailer groaned and shuddered.

In an instant she became aware of more water pouring in. The trailer was angling downward now. The front was getting heavier.

Her eyes opened in alarm as she started panting for breath. Then she began pushing anew against the entertainment center. The water threatened to overwhelm her, completely submerging her.

She took a deep breath and then went under to push on the entertainment center. She felt it shift a little on her. Was all that water helping her? Was there enough; did she have enough strength to pull herself out from underneath? She wanted to scream from the pain.

She gave up and tried to get her head back above the surface. But she really had to prop herself up on her elbows. The water was at her neck and rising fast. It wouldn’t be much longer until she was totally submerged as the trailer made its descent for the bottom.

The weight of the water in the trailer shifted a bit and then most of it ran down to the bedroom. The lower half of her body was still soaked, but she’d bought a few seconds. Before she collected her thoughts, there was a boom to right side and the panel there gave. Water came flying into the trailer, much faster that it had before.

A huge spray of water hit her solidly in the face. It was like she was being doused by a fire hose. Alison had no choice but to swallow the water.

The sheer force of it was overwhelming. By propping herself on her elbows again and turning away from the stream, she was able to cough out a lot of the water and draw breath. Her reprieve was short though as the panel on the other side cracked open. Water came into the trailer from that angle as well, and she saw the water rising up again as it tipped, allowing the water that had gone into the bedroom to come sweeping in and over her head again.

Alison propped herself on her elbows again and tried to bring her leg up for a desperate push against the furniture that was her captor. No matter what she tried though, she couldn’t get a good hold with all the water that was pouring in and assaulting her from every direction. For a moment she did get a good angle with her free foot. But when she pushed, the water took away all of the strength behind her push.

Up on her elbows again, Alison was able to keep the part of her head that brought her air above water. Then she was covered. Stretching out as far as she could, she got half a breath before her elbows went out from under her. Moving slowly, she went up one more time. But the water had risen above that point where she could clear the surface.

She could feel the trailer angle downward as it began to sink. Water poured in from seemingly everywhere. She let out a bubbly cry as the entertainment center shifted, hurting her busted leg.

She fought to lift it up, fought to move it just enough to get out from underneath. But too much water was coming in. She might have to wait a few seconds for the incoming water to ease up… seconds she might not have.

She could feel the trailer taking her down. She was submerging now, sinking into the night. There would be no one to hear her bubbly screams. Perhaps no one had even seen her trailer slide down into the water. Even if they did, they might be dealing with survival situations of their own before they could check into her condition.

She tried to hold her breath. But the water was getting colder. She sensed the trailer was sinking faster, taking her deeper. There was too much busted metal frame to overcome the wood that might have wanted to float.

She tried the entertainment center once again, feeling a sharp pain in her leg. She cried out from the agony, nearly inhaling instinctively as she lost more of her precious breath. Her lungs were on fire; she couldn’t take this much longer.

She pushed against the entertainment center again in growing desperation. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer; she had to get out now. It was getting dark all around her; it was so hard to see.

The Entertainment center shifted, causing her to cry out from the pain. It shifted again as the trailer shuddered. She almost screamed as her legs finally came free.

She winced, her lungs on fire. Then she heard the trailer collapsing all around her as the structure began to come apart. She lost the last of her breath as part of a wall came crashing down on her, followed by the wall from the other side.

She inhaled sharply, swallowing water as she instinctively thrashed about in a panic. But debris was all around her and had fallen on top of her. She couldn’t get out from underneath it… and now she was drowning.

She was overcome with sucking water into her lungs as she tried to wriggle and twist around. She doubled over as her mouth opened and closed. It was so cold and dark all around her; she was sure she was heading to the depths of oblivion where she might never be found.

She painfully convulsed, coughing up bubbles. Then exhaustion set in as she lay there unmoving, staring upward with her lips twitching. A few stray bubbles slipped out of her mouth as stray muscles twitched. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

© 2016 (Inspired by Carolyn and written Nov 17 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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The cruel death of Liz 3.9 (15)

Posted on December 6, 2016 by riwa

Liz had nothing left to tell me and I’d grown bored with her. So I summoned her this last time. The guards brought her to me naked.

I had them put a noose around her neck with her arms secured behind her back. Then I proceeded to have mousetraps attached to her labia. She certainly let out an enjoyable yelp.

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With the noose around her neck, I proceeded to fuck her skull. During her time with us she had learned to use her mouth properly. I was pleased to observe the progress she had been making with us.

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Once I was ready, I pulled out and fucked her pussy with the mousetraps still in place. She yelped and whimpered, but she said nothing. We had long since convinced her that protesting was not a wise course of action.

After my cum was leaking out of her cunt, I had my assistant take care of her labia in a manner more appropriate for her execution. After all, she was never going to be fucked again. She cried out as her labia were punctured, followed by weights being added to the inserted ring.

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Her tits were next as rope was liberally applied. Her boobs were made to swell and then clamped and weighted. I think that’s when she began to sense I had more in store for her this night.

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She was led over to a place in the floor. Above her the noose was attached to the pulley in the ceiling, controlled by a remote. I was certainly going to enjoy this, and I watched as my assistant noosed her, placing the knot behind her right ear.

I used the remote to lift her up until she started to gurgle, her feet fluttering just off the floor. Then the metal spit rose up out of the floor from below. It found her ass and entered her, pushing up until it lifted her enough to allow her a decent breath while being impaled. But it must have been hell on her intestines.

I left her there for an hour while I went to enjoy a good soak in my large tub with wine and women. When I returned she was in proper agony. With the push of a separate button on the remote, the tip of the spit inside her opened up to a sharper point.

She shuddered and gurgled as blood began to stream down the metallic pole. It made a puddle on the floor as her feet fluttered. She was hanging again, her body unable to grip the spit enough to keep from sliding down and asphyxiating herself.

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That was another good place to leave her as I went to enjoy a fine meal. My chef is excellent; the meat was cooked medium rare and tasted exquisite. I had a nice slut share the meal with me, the lass promising to take care of me once she enjoyed watching me finish off Liz.

We went back downstairs where the dying whore was in great agony. The spit was slowly moving up inside her, occasionally slowing down enough to lift her body up a little to grant her a breath and a reprieve. But she always slid down on it until the noose tightened and asphyxiated her again, only for it to push upward a little higher and prolonging her misery.

Her face had taken on an exquisite look of pain as the noose and the spit combined to do their deadly work. The weights from her tits and labia were making her final experience with me sublime. Her fluids leaked out of her cunt; the whore had cum and/or pissed herself. It did not matter which.

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I stood there with my slut who proceeded to kneel before me and unzip my fly. She began taking me into her mouth as I speeded up the process with Liz. The spit was climbing again, but she now faced a new danger as I saw it rise up in her throat, bulging noticeably.

She rasped and gurgled, her neck spasming as though attempting to vomit the spit out. It reached her mouth, forcing her head to tip backward. Then it emerged out past her lips, slickened by the passage through her interior.

For an added thrill I hit another button on the remote. The spit crackled with electricity, frying her from the inside. Her naked body jerked deliciously, her nipple-weights bouncing delightfully as her labia were cruelly pulled down by the weights hanging below.

Her eyes rolled as her face turned red and then started to turn blue. Her bladder gave way, and I detected a mixture of cum and piss. More blood continued to stream down the spit out of her ass as she shuddered and convulsed.

She was in her death throes when my cock went off in my slut’s mouth. She dutifully swallowed it all, making sure not to lose a drop as Liz’ naked body continued to twitch and jerk. Then I heard a rattle emanate from somewhere in the dying woman’s chest as she shuddered hard before hanging limp.

“Fine entertainment for a whore who can no longer serve me,” I told my slut. She simply smiled as she added, “I’d say she got what she fucking deserved.”

“A good way to look at it, my dear,” I told her. Then I escorted her up the stairs for a night of fucking as I left Liz to hang like that from the noose, the pole sticking up inside her from ass to mouth as weights decorated her boobs while another set hung appropriately from her cunt…

© 2016 (written for Alfred Nov 15 ’16 by riwa)

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Condom roulette (11&12) 4.3 (6)

Posted on November 30, 2016 by riwa

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Fear soon morphed into an insane arousal as Dustin thrust hard into my cunt. Seeing Dana watching me lustfully as she rode my husband’s cock only added to the thrill. But I couldn’t quite tell by the look on Eric’s face if he wanted to watch me get fucked to death by another man or not.

I grunted as Daniel rammed his cock hard down my throat. Dustin just kept pumping my cunt as though hoping he was going to kill me. It felt like he was fucking me harder and harder, and it gave me such a fucking rush.

“If you die, at least you’re going out with a bang,” Nikki purred as she latched onto my nipple and bit down. I cried out into the cock in my mouth as Dustin’s thrusts made the bed rock. Hell, if I would have known swapping wives was going to be this exciting we might have tried it earlier!

I got a glance over at Dana who was riding my husband’s cock like a wild woman. She was crying out, “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK; KILL THE FUCKING WHORE!” The idea that she might want to watch me die only added to my perverse arousal.

Something began to swell within me; was this it? Was I going to die in the middle of an orgy?? Was I going to get fucked to death with my husband watching while one of our friends was impaled on his cock??

I started to stiffen as Nikki sucked on my tits. Then the bitch bit down on my other nipple. I cried out into the cock in my mouth as it suddenly overwhelmed me.

Dana recognized it right away… “Fuck; she’s cumming! Kill her – kill her – kill her! Make her cum while she fucking DIES!” Then she cried out, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING ALL OVER ERIC’S COCK!”

Dustin pounded me hard; for a moment I was sure he was going to kill me. Then Daniel’s cock went off in my mouth. It must have been too exciting for him because he grabbed my head and thrust down my throat as though he was going to close off my windpipe and do the deed himself.

Dana was gushing all over Eric’s lap, deliriously crying out, “Fuck her – fuck her – FUCK HER!” Dustin was thrusting hard as he spurted inside the condom he was wearing. I gagged on cock and cum in my mouth as I grunted and then shuddered again.

“Gawd; the bitch loves it!” Nikki purred as she slobbered all over my nipples. Then she cruelly bit into another one again, causing me to stiffen and then cry out all over again.

I managed to get a glimpse of Eric as Dana impaled herself time and time again on his tasty meat. By now I could tell he was horny enough that if I did die he was going to enjoy it, even if he was going to miss me. The idea of my husband getting off on my death caused another wave of arousal to wash through me until it shorted everything out…

I’m not sure how long I was passed out, although probably no more than a few seconds or so. Dustin was thrusting nice and gentle in the afterglow of our fuck. I had swallowed most of Daniel’s cum but some of it clung to my lips. Nikki pulled him out of my mouth, kissed me while licking up the residue, and then proceeded to suck his cock clean.

Oh FUCK!” Dana panted weakly, sounding like she was breathing heavily. “That was the hottest thing ever!” Then she smiled at me as she added, “Damn, Alison; I guess you lucked out again!”

I looked at my husband who had this shit-eating grin on his face. He looked a little embarrassed about it. But I just smiled at him as though indicating it had been hot for me too and not to give it another thought.

Dana climbed off his lap and then went back to sucking on his cock as though cleaning him up. “Hey, I want some of that!” Nikki gasped as she started to rush over.

“Hey, take this off first!” Dustin told her, a smile of pleasure on his face.

Nikki worked the condom off and discarded it before going over and helping Dana clean my husband’s cock. I ended up on my knees sucking Dustin clean. Daniel just smiled at me, telling me it felt so good cumming down my throat and what a good cocksucker I was.

Nikki went off to get some refreshments as things wound down for a bit. We adjourned to the living room and took up the couch and some chairs. I was going to get dressed but Nikki told me not to bother as we were probably going to go at it again the moment we all caught our second wind.

I sat and cuddled with Eric, asking him how he felt about the whole thing. He said it felt weird but was embarrassed to admit how arousing it was. I jokingly punched him in the shoulder before telling him, “No, I meant about Dustin fucking death into my cunt while you were watching.”

“That’s what I was talking about,” he said with a knowing smile. It gave me erotic tingles knowing he was turned on at the thought I might have been fucked to death by one of our friends.

We did some drinking while talking about the events of the past hour or so. We kept the talk raunchy enough to where the guys were starting to get hard again. “Time for round two?” Nikki finally asked with a smile.

“You’re hell-bent on killing my wife, aren’t you,” Eric said with a laugh. “Who the hell am I going to replace her with? She’s too great to lose!”

I blushed as I kissed him deeply. Then I jerked on his stiffening meat as I chuckled, “Seems you might not mind so much; am I right?”

There were chuckles all around. But I could tell Nikki’s husband was giving me the eye. “I think Daniel wants a shot at trying to kill me,” I observed with a lustful grin.

“It’s only fair,” Nikki replied, “because I want Eric to fuck me now.”

She stood up, came over to the couch we were sitting on and pulled him away from me. She got on her knees and started sucking him back to full hardness. “I’m not missing this,” Daniel said as he came over, pulled me to my knees and made me start to suck him off.

Dana and Dustin watched and grinned as Nikki and I sucked each other’s husband. “Let the games begin,” Dustin observed with a lustful grin. “I want to see if Alison survives Daniel’s cock.”

“Wait; just a minute!” Dana declared as she stood up. “I don’t think that’s fair!”

Nikki and I stopped blowing the guys to look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” Eric wanted to know.

“Why should Alison be the one taking all the risks?” Then she grinned at Nikki. “If Alison is going to ride Daniel with a condom, I think you should ride Eric with another. After all, there are nine left, right? The odds aren’t that bad, are they?”

“Sooner or later someone’s got to draw the bad one,” her husband said quietly. But I could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked the idea.

For the first time since I’d known her I actually saw Nikki a little indecisive. “Well, uh… I don’t know.”

“What’s the matter, hun?” I teased. “You were pretty excited about seeing if you could kill me tonight. I’ve already taken three condoms so far. Why not spread the wealth around?”

“I’m all for it!” Dana blurted out with a huge grin.

“Yeah, now that you’ve already ridden Eric!”

“I’ll ride him again if it gets you to try a condom, Nikki. So what do you think?”

I looked at her and she looked at me. That’s when I really got the shivers. If we did this I wouldn’t be the only one risking my life. Somehow that only seemed to make it hotter.

“What about it, babe?” Daniel asked his wife. “If Eric’s going to risk his wife I might as well risk mine, right? Think of how hot it will be riding our cocks while watching each other, wondering who might have drawn the condom of death. Hell, neither one of you will probably get it. But then again…”

She looked at me again as I looked back at her. “Fucking hell!” she breathed. Right away I could tell her nipples were hardening right up. She wasn’t seriously thinking about doing this, was she??

I quietly told her, “Daniel wants to fuck me and you want to fuck Eric. So what do you think?” Now I was starting to get horny as hell.

She looked at me and I could tell she’d gotten a little breathless. She looked around the room, but every eye was on the two of us while awaiting her decision. I could tell she’d been put into a bit of a corner. But it only seemed fair. Besides, she looked like she was actually considering it.

“Daniel?” she panted quietly, looking up at him. By now his cock was really hard… but then so was my husband’s. “Are you… do you want… I mean, are you willing to, uh…?”

He looked down at her and I saw him nod ever so perceptibly with that smile still on his face. “Fuck!” she gasped quietly. Then she looked at me for a long moment… paused… and then embraced me as she kissed the shit out of me!

Our lips locked as our tongues intertwined. When we pulled away a string of drool hung between us until it broke apart. “Fuck, let’s do it!” she finally gasped. Then she cried out, “FUCK; LET’S DO IT!”

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Sep 30 ’16 by riwa)

 

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“So how are we going to do this?” I wanted to know, feeling an erotic shudder ripple through me. Daniel’s cock was right in front of my face, and it was rock-hard.

“Bedroom?” Nikki asked, grinning at me before taking Eric’s cock back into her mouth for a couple more sucks. I don’t know if the implications of what she’d agreed to hadn’t hit her yet, or if she was just too drunk and horny to care.

“C’mon, bitches!” Dana exclaimed excitedly as though she’d suddenly taken charge of things. “Let’s go to the bedroom and see who survives!”

Daniel helped pull me to my feet as Eric helped Nikki stand up. We all adjourned to the bedroom which smelled heavily of sex. Dana suggested Eric sit on the bed while Daniel take up the cushioned chair. Then she suggested Nikki and I get our prospective partners all hardened up.

I grinned at Daniel as I knelt and began slobbering all over his cock. “You like this?” I purred at him. He moaned as he twitched in my mouth.

Nikki knelt by the side of the bed, working my husband’s cock into full hardness. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to suck your meaty pole, Eric!” He smiled at her before looking over to see how I was taking it. I just winked at him as I took Daniel down my throat.

“So when do we get this started?” Nikki wanted to know, pulling off my husband’s cock long enough to turn her attention to Dana. “Are we supposed to go one at a time, or do it together?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “We don’t want the guys to get soft waiting for someone to put the condom on the other cock.”

“You got another latex glove around here, Alison?”

“Dana, I think there are a couple under the bathroom sink.”

“Don’t go away, you sexy bitches. I’ll be right back.” She gave Dustin a kiss and a tug on his hardened cock before slipping out of the room.

She must have found one right away because she was only gone a minute. She brought it over to me, and I put it on my right hand. Then she got the latex glove to the box of condoms and gave that one to Nikki who quickly slipped it onto her hand.

We both glanced at each other before going back to sucking and slobbering on the other’s husband’s cock. I was really starting to get horny wondering if this was going to be the condom that killed me. The idea of Daniel fucking death into my cunt while Eric watched as he fucked Nikki gave me one hell of a thrill. Of course there was always the possibility Daniel might lose his wife during our impromptu contest.

“What do you think?” I asked him with a seductive grin as I came off his cock. “Do you want to watch me die on your cock? Or do you want to watch Nikki die on Eric’s?”

“Gee, Alison; that’s a toughie!” he chuckled. I just took him deep again, causing him to gasp and moan.

“What about it, big-boy?” Nikki asked my husband. “Are you looking forward to watching Daniel fuck death into your wife’s cunt?”

“What if I end up fucking death into yours, Nikki?”

“What a way to go!” she gasped as she gobbled him deep.

“Ok, bitches!” Dana interrupted. “Let’s see who of you is going to die. Since this is your bedroom, Alison, I think it’s only fair you get to pick first.” And with that she held the opened box of condoms right in front of me.

I looked inside, trying to decipher which wrapper I should choose. Did I want the condom of death or not? I was trembling like crazy, unsure if I wanted to die riding Daniel’s cock or hope Nikki got it.

I finally reached in and picked one out. “Blue… good choice!” Alison laughed. I’ll bet your lips turn blue while Daniel is fucking you to death.” Then she carried the box over to Nikki.

“Eight left, bitch. Which one is going to send you straight to hell impaled on Eric’s juicy dick?”

“Fuck,” Nikki gasped as she looked inside. She picked out a green one – no surprise since she likes green. Dana took the box back and set it on the dresser.

“Ok, bitches. Take those babies out and roll them onto those dicks!” I could tell Dana was really enjoying herself.

My hands were trembling as I opened mine up. I lovingly rolled it onto Daniel’s cock, smiling coyly at him. I purred, “A sexy condom to give me a sexy death, eh baby?”

“Fuck, Alison; you’re incredible!” he gasped.

“This one’s for you, honey,” Nikki said as she unrolled hers onto my husband’s dick. Eric looked at her and then looked at me. I don’t know if he was worried about us or if he was excited one of us might be minutes away from dying. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

“Ok, bitches. Climb on and give those death-condoms a ride!”

Her husband responded by saying, “Dana, I think you’re enjoying this too much.” She just bent over and waved her bare ass in his face.

“Shut up and fuck me, damn you. Right now I’m horny as hell!”

I looked at Nikki who looked back at me. We both hesitated for a moment, a look passing between us wondering if one of us was about to go out in a blaze of glory. “Oh fuck; let’s do this!” she finally gasped as she climbed into the bed and straddled Eric’s lap on her knees.

There was just enough room for me to straddle Daniel’s lap on my knees as well. I looked right at Nikki as we both lowered ourselves down onto our respective condom-covered cocks. We both gasped in unison as we slowly impaled ourselves until we had those dicks deep inside us.

“Gawd, that’s hot!” Dana blurted out. “Now fuck yourselves to death, bitches! Do it now; ride those cocks!” That’s when Nikki and I slowly began bouncing up and down, looking at each other with flushed faces and eyes wide with fear and arousal.

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Oct 8 ’16 by riwa)

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