Mr. Jenkins the teacher 3 (2)

I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter’s new school teacher. He told me he had to see me after school. He asked if I could arrive tomorrow at the school at five PM after classes were over.

I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?

“You could say that, Mrs. Brown,” he replied. “Meet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I’ll explain things then.”

I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn’t imagine.

The next afternoon when they got home I made sure the kids were taken care of, knowing James would be home in about twenty minutes. Then I drove to the school. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn’t uttered a word to me.

I got to the building, went inside and found my way to his study. He was her new teacher and I was instantly drawn to his handsome physique. So I tried to push aside my feelings as I got serious.

“So what’s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?”

“It seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She’s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.”

“Weren’t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she’d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?”

“I’ll speak to her about it straight away.”

“And what’s this about keeping her out of school?”

“Well… I wanted to make sure she spent some quality time with her grandparents. And her great aunt made a surprise visit the other day and I wanted to allow her to spend some quality time with her.”

“So you allowed her to miss time from school?”

“Yes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.”

“Of course you didn’t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said hold out your hands palms up.”

I had no idea why he told me to do that. But I did as he asked. Then next thing I know he smacked each one with a cane!

I yelped as I jerked them away. “Get them back up, Mrs. Brown. I’ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.”

“But Mr. Jenkins?!”

“I said NOW!”

I jumped at the authoritative tone in his voice. Then I meekly held my hands out. Two more in each palm and my hands were burning. All I could do was hold them up, not wanting to use them to grip anything.

“Now strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.”

“Mr. Jenkins??!!”

“I said NOW, you stroppy tart!”

I bent over the desk, carefully pulling my black satin knickers off my bum. To my embarrassment he grabbed them and pulled them all the way down. “Lift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!” I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.

“And now the other.”

“Mrs. Jenkins, is this standard…?”

“Mrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?”

“No sir.”

My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. “Now spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.” I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.

Bloody hell; was he going to shag me?? This was the position my husband used from time to time to fuck me when the kids were out of the house. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me but I couldn’t seem to stop it.

All went quiet until I was left standing there trembling like crazy. Just what the hell was he going to do to me?? A moment later I heard a swish.

A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. “Over the desk, Mrs. Brown!” he commanded and I stared at him in shock.

I was trembling as I slowly bent over the desk, my bum stinging. The next one came in contact with my bum and I was hit by that hundred odd bee stings again. I yelped as I inhaled sharply.

“Count them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!”

There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. “THREE!” I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then…

Swish…

“FOUR!” It hurt like bloody hell.

Swish…

“FIVE!”

Swish…

“SIX!”

“You’re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.”

Swish…

“SEVEN!” The tears streamed down my cheeks.

Swish…

“EIGHT!”

Swish…

“NINE!” and I started blubbering like a baby.

Swish…

“TEN!” It came out as a scream.

Swish…

“ELEVEN!” By then I was almost hysterical.

Swish…

“TWELVE!” And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

He said not a word as he put the switch of nettles away. Somehow I managed to get back into my dress. My bum stung so bad I couldn’t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.

He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was horrible… and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.

I was almost out the door when I heard, “Mrs. Brown?” I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.

“My study, five PM tomorrow.” That’s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.

 

Part II

A couple weeks later my daughter brought a note home from school. It was parent-teacher night and I was to report to Mr. Jenkins promptly at 7:30. The note said only my presence was requested.

As the hour approached I kissed James goodbye, told my daughter I was going to see her teacher and then left the house. I took my purse with me, wondering what he had to tell me. I thought her grades had improved and I’d heard no reports of any misbehaving.

When I arrived, there were only three other vehicles in the parking lot. I thought that odd since it was parent teacher night. I assumed the other parents had been called in the same way I had.

I had just entered the building when I encountered Mrs. Smythington scampering my way. She was clutching her purse and sobbing uncontrollably. “Is something wrong, Ann?” I asked as she approached, feeling sorry over what had brought her to such distress.

“It’s just my son, Mrs. Brown,” she sobbed. Then she rushed on by and out the door. I watched her go, finding her behavior a bit odd. I hoped her son was ok and the situation could be straightened out.

I walked down the hall to Mr. Jenkins study as memories of my last visit came to mind. There were a couple chairs outside his door, one of which was already filled by the prim and proper Mrs. Edelson. “Good evening, Elizabeth,” I nodded politely.

“Evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she winced as though she had just been hit. At the same time I thought I heard a sound coming from the other side of the door.

The sound was repeated and she winced again. I vaguely thought I heard “Five…” Then I heard it again, a distinct smack followed by a female crying out “Six…” But Mrs. Edelson had jumped again at the sound.

Smack… “Seven…” and Mrs. Edelman jumped….

Smack… “EIGHT…” and she jumped again. Were her eyes beginning to water?

Smack… “NINE!” The voice inside was sobbing as Mrs. Edelman jumped yet again.

Smack… “TEN!” A female inside was now bawling like a baby.

I looked at Mrs. Edelson in alarm. Then I pointed at the door and mouthed, “What’s going on in there?” She shook her head, but I plainly saw her cheeks were wet with tears.

There was no sound from beyond the door. I heard some sort of rustling. Then I recognized the voice of my daughter’s teacher… “You can go now, Mrs. Ailes. Please send the next one in.”

I looked at Mrs. Edelson who stood up. A moment later the door opened. Mrs. Ailes hair was a mess and she was sobbing as she declared, “You can go in now, Mrs. Edelson. Good evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she went rushing down the hallway, sobbing loudly as she clutched her purse in her hands.

Mrs. Edelson look at me as though she was going to face the firing squad. Then she turned the knob, opened the door and numbly went inside. I sat down in her chair, wondering what was going to happen. Since I had nothing better to do I listened in on the conversation that was loud enough to be overheard…

“I’ve called you in before, have I not, Mrs. Edelson?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

“I’m afraid your son is still being disruptive in class. You understand what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

“Please assume the position.”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” I found myself wondering what position she was supposed to assume. Then I remembered my last visit and I decided I did not want to know.

For a moment there was silence. Then I heard Mr. Jenkins voice telling her, “Call them out, Mrs. Edelson.” There was a distinct smack followed by… “One…”

I winced at the sound, wondering what I’d just heard…

Smack… “Two…” I winced again…

Smack… “Three…” My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what had happened last time I was in his room…

Smack… “Four…” I winced again as I heard Mrs. Edelson’s voice cracking…

Smack… “Five…” That one sounded like it really hurt!

Smack… “Six…” Her voice sounded like she was breaking down…

Smack… “Seven!” I jumped again; that too sounded as though it really hurt. Now my own eyes were getting wet as my knickers began to moisten…

Smack… “EIGHT!” Inside she sounded almost to the point of hysterics…

Smack… “NINE!” and by now she was sobbing…

Smack… “TEN!” I heard Mrs. Edelson wailing inside the room.

“That will be all, Mrs. Edelson. I trust your son’s behavior in class will improve?”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” She was sobbing openly now.

“Very well. You may go. Please send the next one in.”

“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”

I waited until the sobbing approached the door. Then it opened and she came out. The prim and proper Mrs. Edelson looked all disheveled as she clutched her purse while sobbing openly. “Mr. Jenkins will see you know, Dorothy,” she said as she bawled like a baby. Then she ran wailing down the hallway.

I gulped nervously as I picked up my purse. Then I walked inside. To my horror I saw a caning horse standing prominently in the center of the room as Mr. Jenkins sat at his desk.

“Ah, Mrs. Brown,” he said as he looked up. “Still having problems with your daughter’s homework I see.”

“What problems? There are no problems.”

“She has not been turning it in on time. We’ve been over this before, Mrs. Brown.” Then he motioned over at the horse… “Assume the position, please.”

I gulped nervously as I started to tremble. My knickers were wet; I was embarrassed as hell. I slowly placed my purse down on a nearby table and then bent over the device.

He cuffed my wrists to the front and then flipped up my skirt, revealing my moist knickers. He pulled them down my legs, ordering me to lift my feet one at a time so I could step out of them. That’s when I really began to tremble.

“No, Mr. Jenkins!” I pleaded. “Please. I’ll shag you if you desire. Please don’t cane me!”

“Mrs. Brown; you know better than that!” he replied sternly. “That’ll be fifteen for you. Now count them out!”

“No – WAIT…”  Smack… and I flinched.

“I’m waiting.”

“One…”

Smack… “Two…” and I jerked from the pain…

Smack… “Three…” Bloody hell, that one hurt!

Smack… “Four…” I wasn’t going to have to face eleven more, was I??

Smack… “Five…” I flinched and nearly cried out, painfully aware there might be someone outside the door listening to me have my turn…

Smack… “Six!” That one hurt too!

Smack… “Seven!” Now the tears were welling up in my eyes. Bloody hell; had he caned every parent that had walked in here??

Smack… “Eight!” I jerked and yipped as the tears started trickling down my cheeks. I was trying desperately not to cry.

Smack… “NINE!” Bloody hell; I think he enjoyed that one…

Smack… “TEN!” and I started sobbing, knowing I still had five more to go…

Smack… “ELEVEN!” Now I was openly crying…

Smack… “TWELVE!” and I flinched as I cried out, my sobs growing louder…

Smack… “THIRTEEN!” My bum stung like hell; I wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week…

Smack… “FOURTEEN!” Now I was sobbing hysterically, shamefully aware I was crying loud enough to be heard outside his door…

Smack… “FIFTEEN!” and I wailed mournfully.

He released me from the cuffs and I straightened up. He bent over, daintily picked up my knickers and handed them to me. I shamefully tucked them into my purse.

“That will be all, Mrs. Brown. I trust your daughter’s homework will be finished on time. You may send the next one in.”

“Yes, Mr. J-Jenkins.” Then I rushed for the door, bawling like a baby.

Mrs. Stevens was sitting in the chair when I emerged from his office. “He’ll see you now, Laura!” I sobbed.  Her lead lowered as though anticipating what she was going to receive. Then I scampered on down the hallway, bawling my head off while feeling more infatuated with Mr. Jenkins than ever before…

© 2016 (written for and inspired by Dorothy Sep 19 ’16 by Riwa)

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Condom roulette (7&8) 4.3 (6)

7

We fucked pretty hard that night after the party. Just the thought of being fucked to death in Nikki’s bed and being left there for them to find was arousing as hell. It was a pretty satisfying sexual evening, let me tell you.

A couple days later I got invited to lunch with Nikki and Dana. It seems they were waiting to ambush me about the night of the party.

Nikki must have told her something because I was just taking a sip from my coffee when she started out by saying, “So I hear you two fucked on Nikki’s bed at the party.” I ended up snorting coffee through my nose.

“Oh, they fucked all right,” Nikki told her. “I found a condom on my bed.” Then she leaned over in my direction.

“Trying to leave me a message, were you? Trying to tell me something… like maybe you and that attractive husband of yours are getting interested in a private little party now?”

“I, uh… I hadn’t thought about having a private little party.” I wiped my chin, scowling at having snorted coffee onto my blouse. It was probably going to leave a stain.

“Mind if we join?” Dana asked with her sweetest smile. “You know my husband has the hots for you. And I wouldn’t mind having a go at Eric.”

“Just what made you decide to fuck on our bed?” Nikki asked, ignoring Dana’s enthusiasm. “Once Daniel found out he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Just the thought of you two fucking on our bed turned him on like you wouldn’t believe. Hell, I was horny myself. So tell me, girlfriend… just what the hell were you thinking? That’s not like you.”

I smiled shyly at the two of them. Then I told them something I probably shouldn’t have. I told them about the box of condoms my husband had bought for me.

Dana was shocked… “You’re kidding!” Nikki just looked at me in surprise… “Damn, girl! I didn’t know you were so kinky! How many have you gone through? …two… three?”

I shamefully lowered my head. “Uh… would you believe seven?”

“SEVEN??” they blurted out in unison.

Nikki was shocked… “What the hell were you thinking??”

“Well I, uh…” I wasn’t sure how to tell them. They didn’t say a word; they just waited patiently for my explanation.

I stammered over some words, unsure how to proceed. I finally blurted out, “Oh fuck it!” Then I proceeded to tell them all about my kinks and risk-taking. Besides, I figured Nikki kind of deserved to know, especially after we’d deliberately fucked on her bed the night of the party.

When I finished speaking they looked at me like I was crazy. Dana finally asked, “Do you have a death wish or something?”

“No; no death wish. It’s just that, uh… well… it makes our sex life so much hotter, you know… thinking he might be fucking death into my cunt. We used one and the risk was really hot. Then I decided one was enough, you know? But after a while I start thinking about it again. So we did a second one… and then a third… and then…well… I guess we just kept going.”

“And you were willing to take the risk in my bed?”

I blushed before I responded, “I figured you and Daniel would enjoy my corpse if it ever came to that. Hell, I figured you would call Dana and Dustin to come join you for a real live necro party… well… live except for me that is. You’ve told me before about your own little fantasies.”

“And you love taking the risk?”

“Well, Dana, I suppose it’s the thrill more than anything else. I’m not sure how much longer we’re going to keep playing as we’re using up those condoms. Of course I keep telling myself ‘no more’ after we just used another one. But then I get so hot for it I want to go back and do it all over again. You’d be surprised how much my husband has warmed up to the idea.”

“You mean Eric’s willing to fuck you to death??”

“Well, I guess he’s willing to take the risk, Nikki. But when he’s fucking me while wearing one I can tell he’s really getting into it.”

Nikki gasped admiringly. “Damn, girl! And here I thought we were kinky doing our wife-swapping parties! I think you take the cake!”

Our food came out and the subject mercifully changed. I kind of thought that would be the end of it. But after letting the cat out of the bag I began to suspect it wouldn’t be long before my husband and I gave in and did a little wife-swapping with them. Besides, the idea of Daniel fucking death into my cunt while my husband watched was starting to turn me on.

That night when hubby got home I told him I’d let the cat out of the bag to our friends. He just rolled his eyes. “What… now you want to risk one of them fucking death into your cunt? You’re not going to stop until you either kill yourself or we have one left, are you. Do you actually think you’ll live long enough to reach condom #20?”

“I’m going to quit long before then, honey.”

“No, you’re not. With 2 condoms left and a 50-50 chance I’m betting you’ll take the risk anyway. Hell, you might want to use that last one just to see if perhaps it really is the condom of death.”

I laughed at him as I shook my head… “No way.” But by then I was already horny as fuck.

“Liar.”

“Gawd, I want you so bad!” Thankfully he picked me up and carried me off into the bedroom.

We ended up not using one of those condoms that night. But later on he did have to go out for carryout and bring us back some supper as I was too happily exhausted to cook…

Three days later those damn condoms were on my mind again. I called him at work and told him I’d gotten myself all worked up just thinking about them. He told me he was not surprised and that he would have to see what he could arrange.

I spent the whole afternoon working myself up into a lather. Hell, I almost put one on a toy and fucked myself with it. I couldn’t wait for him to get home.

At 4:30 Nikki and Dana showed up and I had to cool my heels for a while. It was probably a good thing though. Once hubby got home I don’t think I could have waited very long before demanding we try another condom.

I fixed them something to drink and we all got comfortable. I should have known they wanted to talk sexual things. In no time at all I was all steamed up again.

Hubby was late getting home. And it didn’t help having those two talking about sharing each other’s husbands and how hot it had been fucking everyone in the very same room. I was really starting to squirm with arousal.

I finally got a call from hubby, and I knew it wasn’t good. He had to work late on a project that had come in at the very last minute. He apologized profusely, telling me he would make it up to me when he got home.

I hung up and blurted out an obscenity. The girls wanted to know what was wrong. I told them, “Oh, he’s going to be late getting home… and I’m all hot and bothered.”

“Gonna show us those condoms?” Dana asked with a sly grin.

“Sure; why the hell not.” By then I was horny and frustrated.

I took them to our bedroom and showed them the box. I pointed out the warning label, confirming what was inside. Then I showed them we’d actually used several condoms.

I think Nikki recognized the condition I was in. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “…all steamed up and husband’s going to be late coming home.”

“I’m not all steamed up…”

“You sure are,” Dana observed. “I noticed it the moment we set foot inside the door. You were all flushed and your nipples were showing through your blouse. Hell, look at what you’re wearing! You wanted him to come home and see how aroused you’ve become, didn’t you?”

“I did not…” But Nikki reached out and started fondling my chest… “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra, Alison.”

“I just wanted to be dressed for him when he came home is all.”

“Yeah, you just want to try another one of those condoms, don’t you.”

“Dana, I wasn’t thinking that at all…”

“Oh yes, you were,” Nikki purred as she started rubbing my chest on one side while Dana groped me on the other. “Ever since we found out about it the other day you’ve been thinking about it again, haven’t you.”

“No, I haven’t. Now don’t you girls have to go home and fix dinner?” I was starting to pant from the attention they were giving me.

“The guys won’t be home for hours,” Nikki told me. “We had no idea when we came over that this was going to turn out to be a girl’s night.”

Her lips brushed my neck and I felt serious erotic tingles. “Mine will b-be home soon,” I stammered.

“No he won’t; you confirmed that earlier.” Now Dana was kissing my neck.

“I d-don’t know if this is s-such a good idea.”

“Why not? Eric is out of the house, you’re horny and we’re here for you. Why can’t we all have a little fun?” And with that Nikki pulled up my shirt, reached underneath and cupped my tits, confirming once and for all I had not been wearing a bra when it came time to greet my husband coming home from work.

I moaned and whimpered, feeling embarrassed at the attention I was receiving but not wanting them to stop. Soon my shirt was off and they were both sucking on my erect nipples. Erotic tingles pinged wildly through my body until I was wet as hell.

An arm went up my skirt, confirming the worst. “She’s gone commando, Nikki. And she’s really soaked down here.” I moaned as Dana fingered me before Nikki reached under and enjoyed feeling around my wet pussy.

The skirt came down and they were on my naked body in a flash, laying me out on the bed as they kissed and licked me all over. Their clothes came off until we are all naked, gyrating wildly on the bed. Then they took turns eating me out until I had my first release of the night, a badly needed release.

I was panting heavily, not paying much attention to what was happening all around me. A moment later I felt them securing my wrists to the corners of the bed. By the time I figured out what they were doing they had my legs tied off as well.

Dana asked, “Do you suppose we ought to leave Alison like this for Eric to find when he gets home?”

“I got something better in mind,” Nikki giggled. She slipped out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with the voracious Dana.

“Where’d she go?”

“Who cares?” Dana replied as she got between my legs and started feasting again. A few fingers thrust into my sopping wet cunt while her talented tongue licked me out were enough to set me off again.

When I came down off my orgasmic high I saw that Nikki had returned. Right away I noticed the strap-on she was wearing. Had she brought the damned thing with her? Was this all a set-up??

She casually walked over to the box of condoms and picked one out. Then she put on the latex glove before rolling it onto her strap-on. Dana kept groping and fingering me the whole time while watching her friend.

I panted breathlessly… “Gawd, you wouldn’t!”

“Why wouldn’t I? Eric called us and told us you were horny as fuck.”

“He what??” That’s when I felt an erotic shudder ripple through me.

“That’s right, Alison. Right now he’s with our husbands at the bar. He said to go right ahead and give you a thrill.” Then she climbed onto the bed with that damned strap-on aiming in my direction.

“But Nikki, what if th-that’s the one??”

“Then I guess I’ll soon be fucking death into your cunt, honey. And if you survive this then we’ll just have to see if you survive the one Dana uses; am I right, Dana?”

“Gawd; no!”

“Oh YES!” Then Dana straddled my head and sat on my face, grinding her pusssy against my lips as I felt the strap-on with the condom of death slowly pushing its way inside me…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Sep 2 ’16 by riwa)

 

8

Her strap-on was not small as I felt it force its way inside me. The idea it might be the condom laced with poison caused me to lose my breath. Dana simply rode my face, grinding her wet pussy against my lips as Nikki started to thrust. I was scared; I was aroused; I didn’t know what the hell I should be feeling!

She pumped me harder and harder with that strap-on as Dana started bouncing up and down on my head. I dutifully stuck my tongue out, thinking if I was going to die the least I could do was try to give her a cum before I went. I tried to tongue her and she gasped for breath as the other one thrust harder in my wet pussy.

I heard Nikki gasp, “Oh fuck yeah! I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Alison!” Dana eagerly cried out, “Fuck the bitch; fuck death into her cunt!” That’s when it swelled within me until it erupted in a massive flush of heat and pleasure.

I shuddered hard as my eyes rolled, momentarily losing my ability to lick pussy. “Fuck the bitch is cumming!” Nikki called out gleefully. “I’m gonna fuck her even harder while I’ve still got the chance and she’s still alive to feel it!”

“I’m gonna smother her with my cunt!” Dana added enthusiastically. A moment later I couldn’t breathe at all as she ground her pussy all over my face.

I struggled to draw a decent breath but it was no use, not while lying tied up all spread-eagled on the bed with her pussy smothering me. These bitches were going to kill me one way or the other before Eric got home to see what was left of my cooling corpse. The thought of him fucking my dead body turned me on so much that it pushed me over the edge again.

I shuddered hard as I was overcome with yet another climax. I was dimly aware of Nikki pounding me with that strap-on while Dana eagerly rode my face. I was dizzy and disoriented, unable to tell which way was up. And I was getting so little air I wasn’t sure if it was going to be the condom of death that killed me.

Dana rose up and I gasped for breath. Then she cackled sadistically as she came back down on my lips and nose. I grunted as she orgasmed hard, her pussy emptying all over my face.

Knowing she was cumming pushed me over the top again. Thinking they were going to kill me before Eric got home really made it intense. A moment later my eyes rolled as I shuddered and passed out, thinking this was it.

I was a little surprised when consciousness returned. Dana was off my face so at least I was able to breathe. Instead she was sucking my tits while cupping and caressing my boobs, sending shivers of arousal shooting all through my body.

Nikki was still inside me, rocking against me with her thrusts. I looked at her in alarm, unable to remember if this was the old condom or if she might have just put on a new one. I felt a serious jolt of arousal as I gasped and moaned.

“Aww, did we wake up from our tiny little nap? Now let’s have some more fun.” And with that she began thrusting harder as Dana bit one of my nipples.

I let out a cry as I shuddered again. It felt like I wasn’t going to survive this even if the condom didn’t kill me. I could feel another orgasm coming on as those two bitches raped and pleasured me.

I writhed and moaned, helpless to do anything but go with it. Being bound meant I had no place to go and no way of escaping. And I could tell by the look in their eyes they weren’t about to let a good thing slip away, not when they’d finally gotten me alone like this. Hell, I might be dead before their husbands came home to try me!

Nikki picked up the pace until I really started moaning and groaning. “Fuck her good, baby, while I feast on these tits,” Dana gasped.

“I guess this isn’t the condom of death after all, Alison,” Nikki told me. “But the night is young.”

“Fuck; you wouldn’t!”

“Why the hell not? You and Eric fucked on our bed. So the least we can do is enjoy fucking you to death while we can.” Then she really pounded me hard.

I let out another cry as she really fucked me with that strap-on. It swelled within me yet again until I shuddered in orgasm. It felt intensely glorious until everything dimmed all around me.

I bucked and shuddered, screaming deliriously as I just kept cumming. Then I passed out again, wondering if I would ever wake up.

When consciousness returned I felt blessed relief not to have that strap-on inside me. Dana and Nikki were lying on either side of me, hands all over me as they tenderly licked and kissed me. It felt wonderful.

They finally climbed off and allowed me to catch my breath. Nikki told me, “We’re going to get a little something to drink, Alison. Then we’ll be right back.”

I lay there panting like crazy, the bed soaked underneath me from my many cums. I was too tired to struggle much. Besides the bindings were still holding me in place. But at that moment I’m not sure I could have gotten out of bed under my own power even if I would have been set free.

They were gone several minutes and I welcomed the respite. Dana came in with a glass of something, holding my head up as she held it to my lips. I took a few sips and felt a little better.

“Don’t go away, honey, we’ll be right back,” she grinned, running a hand along my sweaty, naked body. Then she walked out of the bedroom. I found myself wondering just how long I was going to be kept in here like this.

It was several more minutes before the girls came back. But this time I noticed Dana was wearing the strap-on. “We called the guys,” Nikki told me with an evil grin. “They’re on their way back from the bar. We’re going to have ourselves a little party.”

“Let me up and I’ll join you,” I told them wearily, resigning myself to the wife-swapping they wanted Eric and I to engage in.

“Oh, not just yet,” she giggled. “I told them you might not be alive when they get here.” Then I saw Dana wearing the latex glove while reaching for the box of condoms.

My heart leaped into my throat as my pussy began to moisten all over again. “B-but what about Eric?”

“What about him?” Dana wanted to know. “He told us he knows you want him to fuck a corpse if something unexpected should happen to you. All the guys are willing, you know. We’ll just have a party with your dead body is all.”

“But… but what if I die?”

“We checked the ingredients of the poison they’re using. It sets your heart to beating so fast it will literally explode in your chest. That still makes your meat good eating. Daniel and I have barbecued dead bitches before.”

I looked at her in disbelief as Dana climbed onto the bed with me. “I just love watching you cum, Alison. It’s going to be so hot fucking death into your cunt. I’m going to cum so hard watching you orgasm while your heart speeds up to a fatal rate.”

“No… gawd… wait for Eric!” I was trembling excitedly, feeling as though I was already about to explode into a million pieces.

“Hell, she’s liable to cum herself to death,” Nikki chuckled. “Anyway, it’s going to be so much fun, right Dana?” Then Nikki climbed on top of my head and mashed her pussy down on my face as Dana began pushing that deadly strap-on inside me…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Sep 11 ’16 by riwa)

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Carolyn is back

by Carolyn and Riwa

Carolyn looked around her apartment.  In one corner there was a stack of cardboard boxes, each folded neatly and stacked in a pile.

“Finally, it’s unpacked” she murmured to herself.

Carolyn looked around her apartment.  It looked very nice, by far superior to the dump she had been living in when she first met Richard almost 4 years ago, three apartments in all that time, lots of moving and unpacking.  Still, the business that she had entered into with him made it necessary to move around as much as she had.

Still, she thought, each apartment had been nicer than the last.  As her earnings grew, so did her income and savings.

Sweaty, she ran her fingers through her hair and looked around.  Everything was in place but she felt the need to shower up.  She went through the spacious apartment and into the bathroom, but then she changed her mind.  Stripping out of her clothes she went into her new closet and picked out of her one-piece swimsuits.  Dressing, she grabbed a towel and went down to the upscale condos swimming pool.  She was alone as most of the other residents were at work and she preferred it that way.

Tossing her towel on a chair she walked to the deep end of the pool and climbed up the three foot diving board.  At a glance, nobody would have recognized her if they were from her past.  For one thing, she had cut her black hair short.  Long hair, even when it was pinned up, was just too much trouble when she was working.  Also, it was no secret that she had grown strong and her body was very muscular.

Diving into the deep end she went forward on the surface, pulling hard with each stroke.  She had also become an excellent swimmer in that time and each of her stokes were powerful ones that betrayed her strength.  It had been a skill that she had spent a lot of time in the gym and the pool working very hard on.

Back and forth she swam, doing her usual 25 laps before finishing.  Then she went back to her condo on the top floor, still unnoticed, and stripped quickly, letting the warm water caress over her.

Some things had changed in that time, some things had not.  Her money and her address (and its quality) were the obvious ones.  Old friends like Jennifer were long gone and removed from her life.  She still worked with her boss, Richard, and the people that he found.  Her original partner, Eva, was long out of the picture.  She had never liked or trusted that bitch and would have liked it if she had added to her demise, but she hadn’t.  Eva was killed in a car accident, T-boned by some old bag who couldn’t even see over the steering wheel.

She had tried to work with two other girls over the years but each had ended in disaster.  One girl just bailed and the other had turned out to be so bad at the job that their “guest” had almost drowned the newbie in the process.  She had been working alone for some time now even though she had been bugging Richard for some time to get her some help.  She could handle things herself, but it was easier with help.

Clean, and with the chlorine out of her hair, she dried herself off and brushed her hair.  Rather than get dressed, she went to the bedroom and lied down, stretching in all directions on her new bed in her new, huge, condo.

As she lay there on her bed she allowed her mind to wander. She considered where she was and how she’d gotten there. The ironic thing was that it had all started because she’d gotten dumped… and then fell off a boat into the water.

Now she had money, more money than she ever thought she would have at this point in her life. She also had a lot of dead bodies in her wake. How had she gotten here?

Was this in her personality the whole time, just waiting for the right catalyst to emerge? Was this what she’d been born for? It made her wonder.

She liked being in charge of her own destiny. And this situation clearly gave her more power over her life than working some nine to five job hoping not to be downsized or replaced by some bitch the boss thought had better legs and breasts than she had. And it seemed there was an endless supply of victims to choose from.

Perhaps it was best not to think about it. She had a job to do and she had to be focused on it. Afterwards she could come back here and enjoy her new lifestyle… that is until she had to move again.

That was another annoying little side effect of the type of work she was engaged in: having to move so frequently. Naturally it was not wise staying in any one area for too long. She couldn’t risk putting down roots, not with the type of work she engaged in. So she had to be prepared to pack up and move again.

Another issue she had was being at Richard’s beck and call. When he needed her it was usually because his most recent conquest was ready to be “dealt with”. That meant he sometimes called her at an inconvenient time. But it was a small price to pay, all things considered.

Right now she was starting to get a little bored… and more than a little eager to ply her craft again. She had to admit to a certain thrill taking a life below the water. The way the victim spasmed and those erotic drowning bubbles never ceased to give her a thrill.

So when was he going to call again? Who would he have for her to take care of? And what about getting her another helper? Having two in the water taking care of one of his ladies was far preferable to a one-on-one encounter. Sure she had confidence in her abilities. But you never knew when someone was going to catch you by surprise.

There was one other problem with the life she had chosen (or had it been chosen for her, she wondered).  Since she couldn’t put down roots, that also meant that she couldn’t start anything with the opposite sex.  Carolyn was in her 20’s, attractive, with a knockout body, but still hadn’t had a real relationship with a man in years.  She missed that…missed it a lot.  Still, as she lay naked on the bed, she realized that the situation wasn’t going to get any better in the next half hour so she put her right hand under her head, closed her eyes, and put her left hand between her legs to deal with some urges that needed to be satisfied.

While Carolyn was taking care of her business, Richard was on his new boat at the marina ten miles away from her deluxe condo.  While both he and Carolyn had to keep changing address, he also had the extra task of changing boats.  He’d sell the old one for cash, and buy a new one-also for cash. He sat in his chair below decks, sipping on a scotch, and watching the closing stock prices stream by on CNBC with the sound muted.

He was thinking about Carolyn, and how things had also been going over the last several years.  Experience had told him that his assistants didn’t last long, or didn’t have what it took. Once she was working alone with Eva, he had planned to make Carolyn into Eva’s protégé.  That arrangement hadn’t lasted long.  Although, as he reflected, she hadn’t been able to look at her first opponent, it didn’t take long for Carolyn to adapt and soon the student had surpassed her master.

Although Carolyn didn’t know it, Eva had gone to him numerous times to complain about her – mostly out of jealousy – and he had never liked the way the two of them interacted.  They were able to work professionally, but it was obvious that a friendship was never going to develop.  As Carolyn got better and better he had debated, mostly when he had to listen to Eva complain, about getting rid of the original teacher.  Luckily, the Eva situation solved itself without his having to do anything.

As for getting rid of Carolyn, he’d have to be out of his mind to do that.

Although nobody knew it, one of Richard’s favorite shows was Animal Planet.  He had one taped that he saved and liked to watch when nobody was around.  It was about the snakes of India and Asia, specifically the Anaconda.  That’s what he thought of when he looked at Carolyn.  Most snakes, almost 90%, die within the first few months of their lives.  They’re too weak and inexperienced to survive but the ones that do are animals that you don’t want to screw around with for any reason.

That was what Carolyn was to him, his full grown Anaconda.  She had adapted well to her environment, making herself stronger and getting more experienced with each episode.  She also had a natural instinct for the work.  Once a real Anaconda got itself wrapped around its prey it was pretty much over and that was the way Carolyn was.  She had changed over time, her breasts getting smaller as she became more muscular and honed her natural instinct.  Once she had a hold on someone it was all but finished.

And she was smart.  Smart enough to change her hair and eliminate a point of weakness, and smart enough to stay within the confines of her job in the operation.  Richard had a whole network in place that Carolyn didn’t know about.  It was how he found his targets.  She knew he had something in place, of course; she wasn’t stupid, but had the good sense not to interfere.

She was also smart enough to ask for a larger and larger share each time, especially when Richard didn’t get her any new help.  This was, in part, a business decision.  He didn’t want to lose her-she was too good and too hard to replace.  Also, giving her a helper that she didn’t need would only cost them more and widen the circle of people who knew about them and increase the odds of getting caught.  Looking back, she had also been smart enough to stake out his operation when she was new and keep herself out of harm’s way.

It was important to keep her happy and maybe it was time to get her someone to train.  As good as she was, there could also be a random accident waiting for her just like there had been one for Sonya.  He’d start working on getting her some help after their next job, the first in their new home, was done.

The phone rang and brought him out of his thoughts.  One of the girls that he’d been approaching, one of many that he dated and wooed with his money, had checked out.  Richard gave the girl a call.  Although she had money to make the job worthwhile, she was very unattractive and easily reeled in.  They arranged to meet on his boat tomorrow.  Then he called Carolyn, one burner phone to another, and told her all the details that she needed to know; when to arrive and everything that he had on Jennifer, his girlfriend de jour.

Back at the condo, Carolyn listened to everything Richard said and prepared for tomorrow in her mind.  In the real world she dressed for the day, had lunch, and then checked her off-shore bank account.  As usual, half of her fee was already wired in.  The other half would come after the job was done.

As she spent the rest of the day with what had become the mundane matter of daily life, Carolyn found herself thinking about the new assignment. This was their first in their new location. She was actually looking forward to it.

Richard had given her the usual skimpy details. Sometimes she wanted to know more. But he never told her more than what seemed to be necessary.

She supposed it was a necessary precaution. But sometimes it irked her not to be trusted with more information. After all, hadn’t she proved herself? Still, she supposed she couldn’t blame him.

That evening she spent some time at a local bar. She wasn’t really cruising; she just wanted to go out for a drink and check out the type of males who accumulated there. She got a couple of looks from a couple of guys. But inwardly she found herself comparing them to the amount of power Richard wielded and ended up dismissing them out of hand.

As she sat there nursing her drink she contemplated the job waiting for her the next morning. How good would this girl be in the water? Would she be any kind of challenge? Despite the risks Carolyn sometimes wanted more of an effort from the girls she drowned.

She remembered one assignment where the woman had panicked right away and had started swallowing water in a matter of seconds. It had been over before it had barely begun. She supposed she should be grateful for those. But sometimes it seemed these girls were just too easy to drown.

The bartender came up to her, telling her some guy had bought her a drink. She looked in the direction he was pointing and saw an attractive man smiling at her. But her first thought was avoiding entanglements and she politely declined. The gentleman seemed crestfallen.

Carolyn went back to her drink. Damn, it could get lonely sometimes. But each time a man showed the least little interest in her she’d been forced to give him the brush-off. She simply couldn’t risk any unnecessary entanglements. Sometimes it made her resentful. But mostly it meant she had to deal with her sexual needs by herself.

She finished her drink and paid the check. Then she walked out, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the man who’d offered her the drink. Yeah, he was cute. Damn, it would have been nice to have a fuck-buddy for the evening. But she had a job to do in the morning and she couldn’t allow herself to get distracted.

Carolyn arrived home but didn’t feel tired.  Still, she made a point of being fresh and ready on the day before a job.  She did her things in the bathroom then stripped down and crawled between the sheets.  Sleep didn’t come easily though and an hour later she was still wide awake.  Carolyn exhaled deeply and got out of bed and went to the computer in her condo’s living room.

Powering it on, she logged onto her two bank accounts.  The first showed what she should have to anyone who might want to look.  It was just a small balance that she made as a clerk at a dummy company that Richard had set up.  Logging out, she logged back in but this time she did it into her special account. Not even Richard could find it.  The balance there was very large, much larger than any amount of money that she thought that she’d have several years ago.  She sat back in her chair and thought about her work.  People in the army take care of things like this, she rationalized, and got paid a hell of a lot for it.

Turning the machine off, she went back to the bed and somehow sleep came easily.  As soon as she knew it there was light coming through the blinds.  Showering and dressing, she slung her pocketbook over her shoulder and headed to the boat.  Going early like this was just procedure.  Only Richard would be there….no targets were ever handled during the light of day.

On the boat, Richard waited for Carolyn to arrive.  She was always punctual and, as he waited, he looked over the paperwork again.  His new target was a nice trust fund baby and getting money from her account without her knowing had been easy enough.

Jennifer had enjoyed his attention and after a few drinks, drugged of course, she had been woozy enough to give him what he wanted.  He took a lot of her money, but not all of it.  A trust fund girl like herself usually wasn’t expected to be careful with how she spent her money but if it was all gone things would look too suspicious.  Then he’d wired Carolyn the first half of her share and taken a much larger chunk out for himself.  He was tempted to take a lot more from Jennifer but resisted the urge.

As usual, his girl awoke the next morning, rumpled but totally dressed.  Richard just told her that she’d passed out after drinking too much and that he’d made her spend the night rather than risk driving.  Jennifer, like all the others, seemed satisfied once they realized that nothing had been done to her and then she left.  She was none the wiser and looked forward to meeting him again tonight, vowing to stay sober.

From the corner of his eye Richard saw a BMW pull up and then Carolyn exited it and walked over. “You’re looking good, as always.” Richard said with a smile.

“As are you.”

Richard led her below deck and closed the door. He opened a small folder and pushed it over to Carolyn as they both sat down at a table. “Meet my new friend, Jennifer.”

Carolyn looked at the glossy photos.  There were several, each taken from a different angle.  Jennifer had dark black hair, the same color as her own.  She was also about 3 inches taller than herself but heavyset and overweight, not muscular at all.

“This shouldn’t be that hard.  Any clue on how she is in the water?”

Richard shook his head.  “I wasn’t able to get that from her.  She’s reluctant to talk about physical activities which tells me that she doesn’t really do any.  As you can see exercise isn’t her thing.”

“When should I be here?” Carolyn asked.  She was already picturing how to handle this evening’s job.

“She’ll be here at 8, just after dusk.”

Carolyn drove home, feeling somewhat disappointed. Another girl to drown who didn’t appear like she would be much of a challenge. She supposed that was probably a good thing. But sometimes she wished he would come up with a bit more of a challenge.

As she drove the streets she thought of what would be necessary to drown this woman. It probably wouldn’t take much. At least she would get to watch her convulsions and see those drowning bubbles. That, at least, was something.

She happened to drive past the bar on her way home. It made her think of that guy inside who’d tried to buy her a drink. That’s when she thought about him in her condo.

How good would he be in bed? Would it be worth it to go check the bar out after drowning the bitch? She would be flush from her kill, heady with sexual arousal. A good fuck would certainly feel good and would top off the night’s excitement.

She considered the matter and then thought it might be best to drop the whole thing. That was all she needed: some fuck-buddy finding out about their operation and threatening to expose them all. That was one complication in her life she didn’t need right now.

Richard hadn’t mentioned anything about hiring an additional girl to help out. Did he expect her to be able to handle it all? After all, she used the scuba gear so often it was easy pulling them down and then hanging on to their ankles until the breath exploded out of their lungs. It wasn’t all that complicated. Still, having another girl to assist them might not be a bad idea.

She got home and checked her messages. Richard hadn’t sent her any last minute instructions. There was nothing else to do now but wait and kill time until it was time to head out to the boat to send another poor girl to the bottom while they got rich off her assets.

Carolyn watched a repeat of the Big Bang Theory and had a light dinner with it. She always liked to have a little something to eat before it was time to go to work, but only a little bit.  The last thing she needed was to feel gorged on food.  Then, when the time seemed right, she hopped back into her BMW and drove out to the marina.  She didn’t park anywhere near it though.  For one thing she didn’t like to take the chance of some stray camera from Big Brother catching her license plate.  Just as important to her was using the walk to loosen up her muscles a bit.

Carolyn made it in plenty of time and hopped onto the boat.  Richard was waiting, nicely dressed as always.  If you’re going to lure a girl onto your boat and impress them then it was best to look the part.  Carolyn nodded and then, in silence, left him alone and went below decks.  Once down there she changed out of her street clothes and put on the same outfit that she’d used every time before…the black one piece.  The single suit made it hard for her victim to rip anything off and cause a distraction.  Black, of course, made her more difficult to spot.

She heard something and felt the boat sway as Jennifer came on board.  There were two cameras on board and hooked into different monitors in that room.  One was an underwater camera and, though on, didn’t show anything.  The other was a small nanny-cam that was mounted just above the doorway.

Carolyn looked at Jennifer in the flesh for the first time.  She was big all right, taller but not strong at all.  The extra weight hung down off of her arms and Carolyn noticed cankles on her ankles.  Oh well, she thought.  She’d dealt with girls who were in much better shape than this poor girl.  Despite her being well dressed in expensive clothes, she wasn’t much to look at.

Dressed for work, Carolyn went to the monitors and watched.  There was no sound but he could hear the muffled words through the door and she knew that he was leading her through the usual chit-chat while he prepared to get the boat going.  It powered up and, as they moved far away from shore, Carolyn squatted and stretched, getting ready.  After about fifteen minutes the engine died and then she could hear their conversation again.

Carolyn started for the scuba gear but then changed her mind.  It might, considering how big this girl was, cause a problem.  Carolyn didn’t know about the Jennifer’s abilities, but it surely wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle.

She kept her ear to the door and felt the boat tip as both of them went to the bow and looked back at the horizon.  On cue, Carolyn slipped out of the cabin and looked around cautiously.  Seeing that they were both looking away she went to the stern and silently lowered herself into the water.  Keeping her head above and taking deep, but quiet, breathes she kept out of sight and waited.

She waited patiently, listening for her cue. She heard them talking up near the bow, discussing the evening and their time together and how romantic it all was. It sounded like he was laying it on pretty thick and she rolled her eyes.

She heard them discussing their future together and how much they supposedly enjoyed each other’s company. Was this girl dense or did she really believe all that claptrap? She was impressed with the way Richard could lay down the charm with these gullible bitches. But she was starting to get impatient as the water was a little cool.

The voices drew closer as she heard footsteps up on deck. They were coming toward the stern, just as she’d anticipated. Richard always worked them back this way before it was time for him to introduce them to his lethal mermaid in the water.

The footsteps stopped; they must have paused. There were more romantic words. It reminded her of all the things she was missing with a full-time boyfriend. But there was nothing she could do about that, not with the current life she was living.

The voices sounded louder, they were near the stern of the craft. Carolyn inhaled quietly and prepared herself. She was already calculating the best way to drown this girl. She had no idea of her abilities, but she suspected it should not be all that difficult.

She heard them pause again, causing her to try to peak up. They were there at the stern looking out over the water. Then she heard a startled cry followed by a splash exceedingly close to her. He’d shoved her overboard into the drink and now it was show-time.

Carolyn paused and watched the water for a moment.  Normally she attacked right away but usually Richard had done his scouting and was able to give her some information.  Since Jennifer had not been forthcoming about her swimming ability she held off for a moment.

She watched the surface and saw bubbles coming up and heard a cry from under the water and then she saw Jennifer rise up to the surface.  Her short black hair was plastered to her forehead and she was able to keep her head above water. But it was obvious to Carolyn that it was taking a great deal of effort on her part.

Richard watched from the deck and waited for Carolyn to strike.  Usually his Anaconda struck immediately but this time she didn’t.  She kept one hand against the hull, sizing Jennifer up.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jennifer called from the water.  Her head went under for a moment but she was able to resurface quickly.  He had hoped that Jennifer would have been wearing something heavy like jeans and sneakers, but she hadn’t.  She was in a light dress and expensive shoes that had no doubt already been kicked off and were falling down to the bottom of the lake.

“Help me, Richard…please!”   He just stood there, watching.  Jennifer could obviously tread water well enough to keep her head above water although he had no doubt that, left to her own devices, she’d tire eventually. But who knew if someone would come by in the interim.

Richard kept his eyes on Jennifer, who was still struggling, when from behind an arm broke the surface.  It quickly wrapped itself around Jennifer’s neck and her head disappeared under the water’s surface.

Under the water, Carolyn eased up on Jennifer’s neck and brought her hands up under her arms, trying to lock her fingers together behind Jennifer’s neck, and immobilize her arms, but she wasn’t able to.  There was just too much space to cover and her arms weren’t long enough.  Easing up a bit, she tried to wrap her legs around the woman’s middle but again, there was too much space to cover.   She paused for a moment, recalculating, although her instincts were kicking in.

Jennifer’s instincts were kicking in too, her ones for survival.  Someone had come from behind and taken her by surprise and she realized that she had been set up by this man and his accomplice.  Whoever was behind her kept trying to wrap her up but couldn’t do it.

Richard was surprised.  He saw the bubbles come up and the water sloshing around and wondered why Carolyn was taking so long.

Under the surface, with only an instant of thought, Carolyn recalculated and let Jennifer go.  She watched her fight her way hard, going up the few feet that was between her and the air.

Richard watched in total surprise as Jennifer broke the surface alone.  He wondered where Carolyn was but she was there, behind her, in the next moment.

Jennifer was panting, trying to catch her breath, but her body was not accustomed to exercise.  Carolyn came at her from behind and, as before, brought her arm around her neck and squeezed tightly against it.  Under the water she wrapped both of her legs around one of Jennifer’s.  Richard didn’t see it and wondered what she was doing but Carolyn knew the plan and knew that it would work.

Cutting off the blood to any part of the body deadens it. Anyone who’s fallen asleep on their wrist knew that, and Carolyn was going to do that to her prey.  Keeping her hold around her neck she put as much pressure as she could on the upper half of Jennifer’s leg.

With all the adrenal energy that she could muster Jennifer was able to barely break the surface one last time. But her leg tired and gave out and the other one wasn’t even strong enough to hold her own body up, much less Carolyn’s as well.

Jennifer looked at Richard, eyes open in terror, and tried to call for him. But before she could do so Carolyn’s free hand came up and slapped itself over Jennifer’s face, covering her nose and mouth.  Both women sank and just before Carolyn was cut off from the air Richard heard a deep rasping gasp (one he had heard many times before) as Carolyn took a huge breath before she went under.  Then he went into the cabin to watch the TV and the final work of his Anaconda. He was quite sure that Jennifer would never surface again.

Carolyn held on as they began to submerge. She kept her hand over Jennifer’s mouth and nose the entire time. She figured would make the large woman want to inhale instinctively.

Jennifer’s hands came up to pull her hand away. Carolyn increased her grip, knowing what was coming. She knew Richard was watching from the camera he’d set up underwater to record the event. But she didn’t care if she gave him a good show or not. She was too busy trying to make sure this woman didn’t make it back to the surface again.

Her quarry struggled in her grasp, grunting bubbles through Carolyn’s hand covering her mouth. She shifted as she struggled, trying to throw off her attacker. But she simply wasn’t agile in the water.

Carolyn hung on as her added weight helped pull the woman down. Jennifer grunted more bubbles as her adversary continued to cover her mouth. Carolyn figured the hand over the woman’s face should increase her desire to pull it away and reflexively inhale. Just a few seconds more ought to do it.

Buoyancy was working against them; the woman was packing a little too much weight. They did not sink much further. In order to dispose of her body they would need some weight to keep her on the bottom.

A burst of adrenaline caused Jennifer to shake the hand off her mouth. She inhaled reflexively as though that had been what was depriving her of air. But she was still underwater. In this case her body’s natural response was the wrong one as she sucked water into her lungs.

Though she didn’t know it, getting her head free wouldn’t have made any difference.  Two seconds sooner and Carolyn would have moved it away herself.  Though she’d never admit it, she liked to see the bubbles come up from her prey.  More so, she liked to hear them cry for help, or mercy, underwater and Jennifer wasn’t capable of doing it with her mouth covered.

Carolyn took her now free hand and grasped her other wrist with it, securing her hold on Jennifer’s neck.  Her other leg tired quickly and gave out.  If she had been in better shape it would have kept Carolyn busier.

Richard watched and he saw Jennifer as she tried and tried to reach behind her, trying to get at her attacker.  She was too big and too slow.  As usual, once Carolyn had the girl in a good grasp it was all but over.

Her legs dead, Jennifer reached and pulled herself up, to no avail.  She slowed down while Carolyn still hadn’t felt the first pull of air from her own lungs.

Then it was there…that final cry for help or mercy.  Richard couldn’t hear it but Carolyn eased up, taking it in.  Neither Richard nor Jennifer could see her sly smile.

Just as her chest began to pull a tiny bit Jennifer went limp in her arms.  She was by far the largest woman Richard had found and the buoyancy was a little different.  She thought, for a moment, that she could feel the girls pulse against her arm but dismissed it.  As the pull for air began in her chest she kicked upward, straining, and taking Jennifer with her.

Richard was already on deck when Carolyn broke the surface.  Her head and neck were in the air but the rest of her body, the part holding Jennifer, wasn’t. Needless to say, no part of Jennifer had come up into the air.

Carolyn held her position exactly where it was while Richard looked at his Rolex.  After it had been long enough he nodded and Carolyn let go of Jennifer.  She started to sink, but then came back up and floated face down.

Richard lowered a ladder into the water and started making a call as Carolyn climbed back onto the boat.

Carolyn went for the towel Richard had brought up with him and left for her. She wiped her face and hair before turning to look at the water. Jennifer continued to float face down. She would need to be weighted down if she was going to disappear, either temporarily or forever.

While she dried herself Richard started up the engine. But he kept the boat where it was until their cleaner arrived on another boat.  All three of them said hi and then she and Richard drove back to the Marina.

“That was different,” Carolyn said.

“Well, I can’t control who comes from money and who doesn’t”.  Carolyn had no response to this.

They docked and Carolyn left, taking the towel with her.  She had gotten back into her clothes while Richard was driving.  They said their goodbyes and she walked to her BMW and started home.  She slowed at that club, thinking about it. But going in was out of the question.  She had no makeup on, her hair was a mess, and her whole body smelled like the lake.  Her clothes were half soaked…what a picture she must cut.

At home Carolyn undressed and showered.  Despite being fit, these evenings always took a bit out of her.  She slid under the sheets, naked, but didn’t sleep.  In the dark she looked over at her closet.  Richard wouldn’t call for a while and she decided then and there that tomorrow had a makeover, a high end one, in her future and she’d spend a night on the town tomorrow.

© 2016 (written Aug 18 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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The murder of Octavia 2 (2)

(For Hitomi)

I hear the screams and it tears at my heart. Tears fill my eyes in my helplessness. I can do nothing to stop them. What’s more, it is all my fault. Now all I can do is stand here looking off the balcony at my homeland, remembering how I have come to this place.

I’ve been banished to the island of Pandateria, divorced from my husband so he could marry that whore Poppaea. He sought others to claim I had committed adultery to justify the divorce. But none could be found to testify against me as I was innocent and favored by the people. So he divorced me anyway, claimed I was barren and banished me.

Once I arrived I made the foolish decision to protest my treatment. My former husband responded by having my maids tortured in my hearing. Two have now died; the screams of the last rends my heart in two.

I remember when I was betrothed to marry Nero, just a few short years ago. I was so young, so naïve. But my father had died after having my mother executed many years earlier for plotting against him. Then Nero had my brother poisoned. I knew he was the one responsible. I could never forget.

When I was in the palace I guarded my emotions well. It would do no good to show my unhappiness in front of him or his conspiring mother. So I held my peace.

I knew all about his affairs with that freedwoman Claudia Acte. And yet I held my tongue. The people admired me and I sought to be the best empress I could be with my limited wisdom.

I knew of the intrigue between him and his mother, despite the fact it was well known they committed incest with each other. And I knew Acte had been brought in to sway him against her. Agrippina tried to manipulate him but he learned to resent it. It was to cost her her life.

One day he invited her to dinner from her residence across the river. Afterwards he sent her back using one of his boats. But it had been rigged to go down in the middle of the river.

It sank beneath her. But she survived by swimming to shore. Nero was enraged. His plot had failed.

It was said she committed suicide soon after. But I know better. She was stabbed in the womb, the place that gave him birth. Afterwards he went to the body and cradled it like a lover. I said nothing.

It was becoming more and more dangerous to be in his presence. As he copulated with me he tried to strangle me to death several times. I was overcome a time or two, but I did not die.

I overheard those within his inner circle express their concerns over his treatment of me. But he hated me, claiming to have grown bored with me. He was seeing others, including that scheming Acte as well as that new whore Poppaea he was now copulating with.

I was unhappy, yet I kept my tongue. He continued to have me, frequently strangling me in the act of lovemaking. But with him it was not lovemaking; it was by force. He preferred his many other lovers over me, and he wanted to marry Poppaea.

I continued to say nothing, and the people continued to admire me. It made him angry with me. On the day he found out Poppaea was with his child he falsified a charge of adultery against me. When I was divorced he banished me to this island. He hates me, but she loathes me far more as her virtuous rival.

When I was brought here I soon learned the citizens of Rome sought my return. It brought some small joy to my heart. But that joy was taken away when I sent word of protest as to my treatment. That was when he sent guards to torture my maids. Two are now dead, and the screams of the last are fading away.

For the first time in many days I no longer hear cries of agony. The screams are gone, perhaps the last one is now at peace. But I must carry the guilt of my part in their deaths. I stand at the balcony and look out over the water toward my homeland beyond, wondering if I will ever set foot on that soil again.

The next day a courier brings word that Nero is considering marrying me again. He is afraid of the people. But I am more afraid of him and of that woman who carries his child.

Surely I cannot be long for this world. My maids are gone; there is no one here to bring me comfort. Is the end in sight? I am only twenty two; this life is difficult for one so young as I.

The answer comes that very afternoon. A messenger summons a centurion and has a word in private. Then the centurion comes for me. When he brings his sword I know my fate has been sealed.

“Mistress?” There is a look in his eyes. I think he does not want to do this.

“Can I make a request?”

“Name it, Mistress.”

“Before you do this thing… will you please make love to me? Just once I would like to experience the passion of a lover’s embrace.” I had seen his eyes on me several times before. I hoped it would not be too dishonorable of a request.

“He would have me executed, Mistress.”

“Tell no one. I will certainly not be able to speak of this. Take me in private and then do what you must.”

I saw the look in his eyes. He truly wanted me. For the first time in my life I felt desired. My nipples hardened and I grew moist down below.

I told the servants to see to it we were not disturbed. They knew what was to happen to me and nodded somberly. Then he led me back to a private room with a bed. It would look less suspicious than being in my quarters. And I did not want to endanger the servants or this centurion because of my selfish desires. My maids had already suffered enough for all.

I allowed him to remove my garment until I stood naked before him. Strangely I felt no shame. His eyes devoured me like no man’s ever had, certainly not my former husband.

He touched and caressed me until I felt hot with desire. He undressed and I saw he was hard with longing. Then he took me.

It was lovemaking I had never experienced before. Tears of joy came to my eyes as I gave myself fully to him. I cried out with rapture as he filled me. So this was how it felt to unite as lovers.

When we were done he took me and bound me naked right there in the room. “Mistress, I am instructed to send your head to Poppaea as a present.” I was not surprised to learn this awful truth.

“Then do it,” I instructed, bowing my head low. He had satisfied my wishes. But now I had become a whore and deserved a dishonorable execution.

“We are alone, Mistress,” he told me as he drew his dagger. Then he cut my veins as though I was committing a traditional Roman suicide. It was his last act of kindness to me.

“This is for the people of Rome, the people who love you. You have committed suicide rather than the dishonor of execution. This is what will be told.”

I looked up at him with gratitude in my eyes. Then I lowered my head, grateful for his last gift to me. The sword came down and I felt a sharp pain in my neck…

Epilogue:

Her death brought much sorrow to Rome. According to Suetonius, years later Nero would have nightmares about his mother and Octavia.

© 2016 (written for Hitomi Aug 30 ’16 by riwa)

(Note: I embellished the part of her and the centurion at the end. According to wikipedia she was suffocated in an exceedingly hot vapor bath. But her veins were sliced and her head was sent to Poppaea. The other items mentioned in this tale are all or mostly true as far as I have been able to research.)

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September 18, 2016 The toothache 0 (0)

I have a broken wisdom tooth I’d been using for years, mostly because I had a nearby molar pulled. But a couple days ago it really began to hurt. I went to the dentist Friday at closing time, only to discover the nerve had become exposed and was causing the tooth to hurt like crazy. The tooth either needed to be root canaled and crowned or removed. I chose the cheaper option.

Due to a sudden cancellation I was able to get in early Saturday morning. But as I talked to the dental assistant I learned she’d been reading my stuff at the library. She said my name sounded familiar, and when I asked her why she told me there was this guy who wrote underwater stories on the Internet with the same name. Imagine her surprise when I told her it was me. Small world. I had no idea someone at a local dentist office was reading my material.

Saturday morning I showed up bright and early. The tooth was successfully pulled, although it could have been more complicated than it turned out. Afterwards the dental assistant offered to drive me home. The office was within walking distance so it would have been no problem for me to come back to get my vehicle.

She said she had to stop by her home which I had no problem with. When we got there she told me she had an indoor hot tub and wondered if I might like to soak in it for a few minutes. If I felt better she could drive me back to the dentist office and I could pick up my vehicle.

I told her that would be ok but that I didn’t have a swim suit. She smiled as she told me that was no problem. So she led me to the room with the hot tub where I stripped out of my clothes and climbed naked into the warm water.

It felt good and relaxing with my back to the jets. I felt a little self-conscious receiving such special treatment. Then I heard the door open as she stuck her head inside and asked if she could join me and talk to me about some of my stories. I told her that would be fine.

This time I was the one who was surprised when she came in wearing a very skimpy yellow bikini. It showed serious cleavage to what looked like breasts that were 36C’s. I couldn’t help staring.

“You don’t mind if I wear this do you?” she asked with a smile.

“As long as you don’t mind if I’m naked and get a little, uh… hard in your hot tub.” She just laughed and waved aside my concerns.

She got into the water with me and asked if I thought some of those girls I wrote about could really hold their breath for a long time. I told her I didn’t know but that I’d heard stories about some who were pretty good at it. I told her there was one video clip I’d seen where it looked like a girl was staying down over three minutes.

She asked, “Is that the clip of the long breath-hold blowjob?”

“You know about that one?”

“It’s one of my favorites. In fact I sometimes practice in my hot tub. Care to time me?”

“Uh…sure, no problem.”

She turned the jets off so I could watch without all those bubbles obscuring my view. I thought she was just going to go underwater and hold her breath. But when she submerged she parted my legs and began caressing my cock. Then she took it into her mouth and started blowing me.

She went slow and sensuous as though trying to prolong my release. I couldn’t believe she was actually sucking my cock. She was very sensual about it and I was astonished as hell. I was also quite aroused by the whole thing.

I kept track of her time on my watch as she looked up at my face while taking me into her mouth. When she came up the first time I told her she’d been under 1:55. She smiled as she told me she could do much better than that. Then she took a deep breath and submerged.

She took me into her mouth again and gave me an incredible blowjob. She knew exactly what she was doing: vacuuming and suctioning, easing back, and then going at it again. It was incredible, the best underwater blowjob I have ever received.

I didn’t want to cum too fast but she seemed to know how to keep me in check. The next time she came up I told her it had been 2:43. “I can get past three minutes if I work at it,” she told me with a smile. Then she took a deep breath and went back down.

She looked me in the eyes as she sucked my cock underwater. Sexy bubbles came out of her nose as she bobbed up and down on my dick. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. In fact I’d totally forgotten I’d just had a tooth pulled!

I think she was humming because I felt a little vibration on my cock. It felt wonderful. And she had incredible lungs.

“May I?” I asked as she was sucking my dick. I reached behind her neck to pull the string to her top. She smiled and nodded at me with a mouthful of cock. So I pulled the string until her top drifted away.

I reached down and gently fondled her breasts as she bobbed up and down on my dick. She moaned as sexy bubbles came up. My cock twitched in her mouth; she really knew what she was doing.

She finally came up and gasped for breath. I checked the time and discovered she’d been under for 3:19. “That’s over three minutes,” I told her admiringly.

“You like it?”

“You’re great; this feels incredible.”

“Would it make a good short story?”

“If you don’t mind my writing about it.”

“No, I’d be flattered.”

“I just have one worry.”

“What’s that?”

“What if I have to cum?”

“I hope you do. Don’t worry; I swallow. In fact, why don’t you push down on my head and keep me down until you cum in my mouth?” And with that she smiled as she took a deep breath and submerged again.

I pushed down on her head with one hand, although I didn’t push down very hard. With the other I kept reaching down and groping her boobs. She moaned and released bubbles as though she was enjoying the attention I was giving her.

I pushed down on her head and she acted as though she liked it. The harder I pushed the louder she groaned and bubbled. I enjoyed groping her mounds as my cock started twitching in her mouth. This time I was probably going to cum.

She eased off as though she wanted to prolong my pleasure. I gasped and moaned; gawd, she was good. And she was on her way to another three minute breath-hold.

I pushed down on her head as she glugged on my cock. I could feel it start to swell in her mouth. But she backed off again.

I wasn’t sure why she kept doing that. Then I saw her breasts heave. Her lungs must have been burning. Maybe she wanted to push this one for the both of us.

I put my hands on her head and started thrusting into her mouth. She grunted and groaned as more bubbles came out. It looked like she was really struggling to hold her breath.

At one point she acted like she wanted up. I don’t know why, but for some reason I pushed down on her head and refused to let her rise up for a breath. A moment later my cock swelled in her mouth.

I cried out as I started spurting. She groaned as she took all of it, although I saw a few creamy wisps leak out around the seal her lips made around my cock. Then I took my hand away from her head and she came up gasping for breath.

“Gawd, that was hot!” she panted.

“I’m sorry for pushing down on your head.”

“No; I loved it! I’m glad you did. And I got my morning protein shake too.”

She grinned at me as she licked her lips. Then she gave me a kiss. Afterwards she asked, “Would this make a good little story for your blog?”

“It would if you want me to write it,” I told her. “It’s a better story than some of my fantasies.”

“How’s the pain from your missing tooth?”

“What pain?” She laughed as she offered to take me back to the dentist’s office.

 

Oh wait. Having a tooth pulled can be pretty boring stuff to read about. Maybe I should just make something up so you have something fun to read. Anyway, I should be feeling better in a couple of days. So don’t mind me.

And oh yeah… thanks for stopping by. I hope this blog entry was not as boring as some of my previous ones…

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Condom roulette (5&6) 3.5 (4)

5

The butt-fuck over the edge of the tub seemed to hold me for a few days. Oh we still had sex of course. I just didn’t need to use any of those damned condoms. But of course that didn’t last long as I began to think of how else we could use them to add to our kinky play.

My husband was comfortable not using them. But then I started to bring it up again. “Thrill-seeker or death-wish?” he wanted to know.

“Thrill-seeker,” I told him playfully. “But the idea of you enjoying my dying body and then fucking my corpse is a total turn-on.” He just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

It wasn’t long until I got the idea of him noosing me up and then fucking me while I was strangling from the rope. That doubled the risk as there was a real possibility of something going wrong or me dying either way. Thinking of my body spasming in the noose while he was fucking death into my cunt drove me wild.

I finally couldn’t stand it any longer. I set everything up in our basement where we played some of our asphyxia games with the noose. Then I waited for him to come home.

I fixed his favorite meal. Afterward we spent some wonderful time together cuddling on the couch. I played with his growing bulge until I couldn’t stand it any longer, removing his pants and going down on him.

He appreciatively shot a load down my throat. Then he looked at me suspiciously. “All right; what did you do this time?”

I giggled… “Do you always have to be so suspicious?”

“With you: yes.”

“Come with me.”

I took his hand and downstairs we went. I think he knew the moment I took him down to the basement. The noose was right there hanging from the ceiling directly above a little stool. The package of condoms was sitting on a nearby desk.

He looked at me for a long moment and I wondered if I was going to be disappointed. Then he grabbed me and roughly threw me onto the nearby couch. My breath caught in my throat.

“Bitch!” he snarled, slapping my face hard. Instantly I was wet down below. He literally ripped my clothes off my body before forcing me down onto my knees to suck him back into full hardness.

I was horny as hell, especially the way he was being so aggressive with me. He stood me upright and marched me right over to a length of rope I’d left there for him. I whimpered with delicious fright as he roughly tied my wrists behind my back and then noosed me up on the stool, making sure there was no slack.

He savaged my breasts, slapping them a couple of times for good measure. Then he thrust several fingers into my dripping cunt. I was soaking wet, my labia swollen.

He walked over to the box of condoms and pulled that latex glove on to protect his hand and fingers. Then he eyed me coldly as he blindly reached in and picked one. I inhaled sharply; you have no idea what that did to me the way he reached in so cold and uncaring.

He took it out of the wrapper and calmly rolled it onto his cock which by now was stiff and throbbing. Then he coldly walked up to me. My nipples were so erect they hurt as I gasped for breath.

With a brutal kick he sent the stool flying out from underneath me. I only fell about 18 inches before the thick noose took up my weight. Then my legs were kicking as I twisted and struggled, jerking my bound wrists behind my back in vain.

It hurt like hell; I was both scared and aroused beyond belief. Then he came up to me and toyed with my pussy with the tip of his cock. One hard thrust and he was finally in.

I frantically wrapped my legs around his waist to ease the agony around my neck. Then I was riding him like crazy, knowing full well he might be fucking death into my cunt. If I went into seizures I was convinced he would allow me to hang naked in the noose to enjoy my show.

I fucked him hard; gawd, how I rode him! I couldn’t get enough! I could barely breathe, my neck hurt, and at any moment I was liable to seize up from the effects of poison entering my system through my pussy.

He drove his cock hard and deep inside me, roughly molesting my boobs again as I rode him. He thrust savagely into my cunt until I felt him swell inside me. I felt another erotic jolt knowing once he climaxed in me he had no further use for my body and would abandon me to the noose.

I used my legs to pull him deep inside me until I felt his cock spasming in my fevered pussy. I went off in orgasm as he pumped his load into that condom of death. My scream of ecstasy was cut off by the rope constricting my neck.

I milked him dry until he gave me a cold, hard look as I started squeezing him out of me. I tried to hang on, tried to keep my legs wrapped around his waist. But he pushed me away until I lost my grasp, my legs falling as I swung back and forth.

The noose returned to its deadly work as I twisted this way and that. My legs kicked as I rasped for breath. With that latex glove still on his hand he grabbed his cock and stroked himself as he watched me hang.

I struggled to breathe but my throat closed off. My head began to swell as I started to panic. Maybe this time it wouldn’t be the condom at all. Maybe this time he really was going to allow me to hang to death! That thought triggered a massive orgasm inside me that hit so hard it battered me unconscious…

When I awakened I was out of the noose lying on the couch in his arms. “Damn, baby,” I purred at him as he gently kissed my lips. “For a minute there I thought you were going to take me all the way. I had two of the biggest orgasms I have ever had in my life.”

“Was it worth it?”

“What do you think?”

I purred dreamily as we kissed again. Then he carried me upstairs to the bedroom where he made love to me for a couple of glorious hours…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Jul 31 ’16 by riwa)

 

6

Being left hanging in the noose for a little bit gave me an erotic thrill like you wouldn’t believe, especially when I thought he was fucking death into my cunt. That night turned out to be erotic as hell. I seemed to have gotten my thrill and things calmed down for a while.

I think he was more concerned about keeping me alive than I was. So he didn’t bring it up very much. I didn’t mind so much him not initiating. It made me feel like he wanted to keep me around. It also put the decision squarely on my shoulders in case I wanted to take the risk.

I probably should have let things go. But you know me. It wasn’t long until that old familiar urge to play condom roulette reared its erotic head again. I was ready to try another condom of death.

Things really took a turn when we went to a neighborhood party hosted by Nikki and Daniel. They have what I guess you’d call an open relationship and had been after us for months. But my husband and I had yet to “try them out” so to speak.

It was a late night pool party, although there were only a couple of ladies enjoying the water. They were topless of course and were getting lots of whistles and catcalls. They didn’t mind and they ate up all the attention.

Nikki and Daniel made sure we got all the liquor we wanted. We tried not to drink too heavily, but we did enjoy getting a nice buzz. And our host couple eased off on pursuing us that night as they wanted us to have a nice time at the party.

Daniel did flirt with me a little, although he didn’t hit on me too hard. A couple of times I saw Nikki chatting with my husband. When he came back I asked if she was coming on to him. “I think she toned it down for the party,” he replied with a chuckle.

The whole time we were there I had other things on my mind. I was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. What I was planning was my little way of getting revenge on the amorous couple who seemed so interested in doing a little wife-swapping with us.

I took my husband aside and asked him if he was having a good time. He said he was enjoying himself and that it was a really good party. I asked him what the topless ladies in the pool were doing to him. His response was, “See for yourself.”

I reached down and grabbed his crotch, discovering he had a nice little bulge. I checked to see if it was noticeable. But I don’t think it mattered as several of the other guys I saw were sporting bumps in the crotch of their trousers.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nikki looking out way. Just to get back at her I whispered to my husband, “Wanna check me out? Reach under my skirt and find out.”

She was still watching when he reached under and felt around. “You went commando,” he observed. “And you’re wet as hell.”

“Wanna be naughty?” With that I grabbed him and took him inside, noticing Nikki was still looking our way. I loved the way I was being so brazen about it while she was watching us.

I led him to their master bedroom where the purses had all been stashed. I sat on the edge of the bed and let him reach underneath and feel me up. I was breathless as hell and horny as fuck.

“One thing more,” I told him, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached into my purse and pulled out a condom. When I pulled out the latex glove he stared at me in astonishment before blurting out, “Babe, you are so fucking crazy!”

“Gawd, I want you to fuck me to death!”

“Right here?”

“Right here on their bed.”

“What if you make a mess?”

“I’m counting on that.”

“What if someone comes in and sees us?”

“I only brought one. Their loss.”

“But what if you die?”

“Then you, Nikki and Daniel can have a little necro fun with my corpse. Hell, it’ll probably turn into a big necro party. You know how much Dana and Dustin out there talk about sex all the time. I think Nikki and Daniel aren’t the only ones who might want to wife-swap with us.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely as he continued to finger me. “Give it to me, baby,” I breathed as I hungrily devoured his lips. “Shove your cock into this dirty snatch and fuck me to death. Let me feel the condom of death in my hot, wet cunt!”

I got a thrill realizing it didn’t take him long to shed his pants and roll the damned thing onto his hard, throbbing member. He wanted to fuck me to death every bit as much as I wanted it. “Give me your cock!” I begged, pulling him down onto me as I fell back onto the bed. “Fuck your dirty whore! Fuck me to death right here where anyone might burst in on us!”

The thought of fucking in their master bedroom where anyone could walk in drove me wild. He climbed on top of me and slid right in to my hot, wet cunt. I was horny for it, aching for it! And I wanted to do it on Nikki’s bed just to get back at her for all the times they’d come on to us.

He began fucking me hard, ramming it deep inside me. I began to cry out, “Yes – yes; fuck your dirty whore! Fuck me to death on Nikki’s bed!” Then I lifted my legs for deeper penetration, grabbed my ankles and then waited for the condom of death to do its thing.

It amazed me how horny he had become. He pounded me with abandon, thrusting hard and deep. I totally lost it as I cried out at the top of my voice while the sounds of the party were going on outside… “YES – YES; FUCK YOUR SLUTTY WHORE TO DEATH! FUCK ME WITH YOUR GLORIOUS COCK! FUCK YOUR DEATH-LOAD DEEP INSIDE ME!”

He rammed me hard until I started to scream. He kissed me hard, which helped muffle it a little. He was so horny that I think he started cumming right after my orgasm swept me over the edge.

We cried out into each other’s mouths. The whole time I found myself wondering if Nikki and Daniel would come in later and find me dead on their bed with my cunt leaking my orgasm. The whole thing was so damned erotic that I went from one orgasm right into another one.

He fucked me hard until he filled that condom he was wearing. Afterwards we collapsed together upon their bed, panting like crazy. “Pull out!” I panted breathlessly. “I want to eat your spunk!”

He came out and pulled his condom off. By then it was pretty much apparent I had lucked out again as I was still alive and breathing. He unloaded it into my mouth and I swallowed every drop.

We climbed off the bed and tried to straighten ourselves up. There was a serious wet spot right in the middle. But I knew everyone was going to know just by looking at us that we’d just done the dirty inside Nikki’s house. Now I wanted to go home and fuck some more.

He started to take the condom to the bathroom when I grabbed him and stopped him. “No, I’ll take care of it, lover. Let me gather up my purse and I’ll meet you out by the pool to say our goodbyes. I want you so fucking bad.”

He smiled as he handed me the condom. Then he left the bedroom. I cruelly placed it right on top of the wet spot upon the bed. Then I grabbed my purse and left.

I found him out by the pool where we found Nikki. “We’ve had a great time tonight at your party,” I told her. “But I think it’s time to go.”

“So soon?”

“I’m hungry for a little man-meat.”

I deliberately reached down and grabbed my husband by the crotch. Then I turned and hollered, “We had a great time! See you later, everyone!” They all hollered their goodbyes as we headed out, me proudly talking the walk of shame with my husband hand in hand. But when I looked back I thought I saw Nikki giving me the eye of jealousy…

© 2016 (written for Bedeyes Aug 16 ’16 by riwa)

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Black Widow – The Therapist 3.7 (3)

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

“It’ll be fine, Rebecca.”

“But you’re my therapist.”

“I only want to understand. I thought this would be the best way. Is that so bad?”

“No. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… it’s complicated.”

“Help me understand, Rebecca.” There’s an awkward pause followed by… “You, uh… you do find me attractive, don’t you, Rebecca?”

She’s embarrassed and her head lowers… “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I find you attractive as well, Rebecca. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s all right. That’s why I requested this meeting here at my pool in our swimsuits. I want to understand your problem, Rebecca.” There’s another pause, this time followed by a wholly unprofessional, flirtatious smile…

“I want to swim with you, Rebecca. I want to be close to you. I want to understand this thing you have with the water. Is that all right?”

“I guess so.”

She’s trembling again; her excitement is growing. Doesn’t her therapist understand? This probably isn’t a good idea. Rebecca knows that somehow she… she loses herself underwater when it comes to being with another woman. She does things… horrible things… things she feels like she can’t control.

The therapist takes her hand and slowly… seductively leads her down the steps into the pool. Then she pauses and takes a deep breath before admitting something she should never give into. “Rebecca? I have a confession to make.”

“What is that?”

“Ever since I met you I’ve always wanted to do this.”

The therapist gently caresses Rebecca’s shoulder. She draws even closer. Then she gives her a light kiss on the lips. Rebecca trembles as something sparks inside her.

No. Not again…

“Was that unpleasant, Rebecca?” The therapist recognizes her patient’s hesitancy.

“No.” The trembling returns as the urge grows stronger.

“Let’s go for a swim, Rebecca. Help me understand this problem you have in the water with other women.”

Before she can resist she is gently pulled along out into deeper water by her therapist. She can feel something fanning the flames of her desire, flames she’s trying to willfully put out. She can also feel that familiar urge stir within her, and she continues to tremble.

“Are you ok, Rebecca? Why you’re shivering, honey. Is it because of me?”

“Yes it is.”

“Let’s go underwater. Ok, honey?”

“Maybe we’d better not.”

“I need to understand so I can help you, Rebecca. Help me understand. Come underwater with me.”

Rebecca nods as her resistance melts away. They slip under the surface together. Bubbles emerge out of two sets of noses.

Now that she’s underwater, the urge is much stronger. She hesitates as her therapist reaches out to her, caressing her cheek and touching her shoulder. She trembles and loses bubbles as the woman draws closer to her.

She feels the attraction and it lures her right in. It also frightens her; something about it frightens her. She can feel the urge growing ever stronger, rising up to take control of her. She tries to fight it off.

The therapist moves in very close, brushing their lips together. Rebecca tries to resist but it’s so hard. There’s another caress of her face, and she trembles before pulling away.

They surface together as the therapist frowns at her. “Rebecca? Are you resisting me?”

“I’m not… I’m not sure…”

“Why? Why are you resisting me?”

“It’s complicated. You can’t understand. You won’t understand.”

“Make me understand, Rebecca. C’mon, honey; let’s go back underwater. Show me; make me understand.”

Rebecca can feel it growing inside her, threatening to take over and causing her to lose control. She cannot lose control, not this time. But she wants to swim with this woman so much, wants to be underwater with her.

She is unable to resist the demands of her therapist. So she nods weakly as they submerge together. This time her therapist leads the way into the deep end.

She follows, growing more and more excited. The urge is becoming much stronger now. She’s barely in control. Maybe they’ll stop before it’s too late.

They swim around each other. Then her therapist draws close, stealing another kiss. She tries to resist but it’s almost impossible with the attractive woman swimming around with her.

Her therapist reaches out and touches her again, caressing her. She smiles weakly as she swims out of reach. But her therapist follows her, refusing to be denied.

Rebecca’s mind is in turmoil. Doesn’t this woman understand? She really shouldn’t be in the water with me. It’s like something else is trying to possess her, trying to take over.

The therapist gives her another light kiss on the lips. Rebecca tries to resist. But it’s much harder now. The kiss is soft and seductive, and she can feel that urge swelling within her. All she knows is that she must try to resist.

But her willpower is nearly gone…

They swim around each other again and again, looking at each other while taking each other in. Once more her therapist moves in to kiss her. She tries one last time to avoid it, turning her head so that the kiss glances off her cheek. Then she reaches out and gently pushes the woman away.

It’s so strong now; she’s barely in control. Somehow she must put an end to this; her therapist just doesn’t understand. But she’s no longer sure she can hold back.

It may have already gone too far…

They surface together but the therapist is confused. She wants Rebeca, and the signs indicate Rebecca wants her. This is totally unprofessional but she cannot help herself.

The young woman’s actions are contrary, even mysterious. She must understand why if she is to help her. She must understand why if she is going to be able to successfully seduce her.

“Rebecca? Don’t you like me, honey?”

“I like you very much.”

“Then why do you resist me? Is something wrong?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me, Rebecca. Help me understand.”

Rebecca feels it now. The urge is upon her, burning intensely. It is too hard to resist. She finally lets go and gives in to it.

She gives the therapist a beguiling smile, telling herself this time it will be ok. This time it will be different. After all, the therapist is here to help her.

“It’s ok now. I’m fine. It’ll be better under the water; you’ll see. Come. Let me show you.”

“Yes, Rebecca. Show me.”

The therapist feels excitement…. desire. Maybe now her patient will give in to her advances and reveal to her this mysterious problem. Perhaps it was nothing more than simple hesitation about being passionate underwater. But she can help Rebecca with that.

At any rate she believes she will soon find out. Once Rebecca gives in to her she will taste the pleasures that are locked away within this enigmatic young woman. She will open the gentle flower and taste of its fragrant delights.

They submerge together, swimming around each other as their eyes take in each other’s alluring charms. Then they come together. She reaches out and caresses Rebecca, only this time the caress is returned. Her gentle kiss is also returned.

This is much better; it must be a major breakthrough. Perhaps now the young woman will give in to her. An afternoon of passionate lovemaking underwater with the delectable flower that is Rebecca will make for a pleasant diversion. And she will truly understand this problem her patient has.

She gives her another bubbly kiss, one that is again returned. Rebecca is responding to her much more warmly now. But now she must surface. She’s been holding her breath for a while, not paying attention to how long they’ve both been under. Her lungs are burning.

Her attempt to rise is halted; Rebecca holds her down by her shoulders. She looks at the one who would be her underwater lover in confusion. Then she shakes her head as bubbles slip out of her mouth…

Rebecca? I need air, honey.

Rebecca smiles at her and kisses her gently on the lips. For the moment her need for air is pushed aside as the therapist smiles and returns the kiss. But the urge to breathe quickly returns. This time it is much more insistent.

She tries to surface. But Rebecca holds her down. Does this amorous young woman now want to play??

Yes, yes, Rebecca. I will return. But I must breathe first. Let me up!

She tries once more to rise to the surface. But Rebecca is insistent, keeping her submerged. The therapist burbles in alarm, her eyes opening in astonishment as Rebecca keeps her down.

Their roles strangely reverse, only now it is not so arousing. Rebecca tries to kiss her fiercely. And this time it is the therapist who resists. She doesn’t want to kiss right now… she wants to breathe…

Rebecca?? Let me go, honey; I need to go up for another breath!

The therapist struggles and breaks free, shooting up until her head comes up out of the water. She coughs and sputters in alarm as Rebecca follows her up. She is totally astonished at this dramatic turn of events.

The young woman is at her side, pulling on her arm as they tread water in the middle of the deep end.

“Why did you leave?” Rebecca asks, acting almost as though she’s hurt. Her voice is tinged with anger.

“I needed air, Rebecca. Damn, you can hold your breath a really long time!”

“I thought you wanted to be underwater with me.”

“I do, Rebecca. But I need to breathe. Damn, girl! I can hold my breath a long time, honey…  but not that long.”

The therapist feel an insistent tug on her arm. “It’s ok now,” Rebecca reassures her. “Come back down with me. It’s better under the water.”

Now the therapist is confused… and a little concerned. “Rebecca? I don’t understand. What’s gotten into you?”

“Come down with me. It’s better under the water. I’ll make you understand.”

Something does not feel right. She feels alarm bells going off inside her. But she wants to help her patient… needs to understand.

“Ok, Rebecca. Just make sure you let me up when I need to breathe, ok?”

For Rebecca the urge is incredibly strong now, virtually overpowering. What has been awakened within her must now be satisfied. The woman must come underwater with her!

They fill their lungs and submerge together. In an instant she feels much better. This is the way it should be.

She is strongly attracted to her therapist… and her therapist is strongly attracted to her. She knows that for a fact. And now she will have her.

They touch each other… caress each other. There’s a gentle brush of the lips against each other. They smile at each other and Rebecca is reassured…

Yes. This is right. This is the way it’s supposed to be. It’s going to be all right now.

They share another kiss… another caress. Rebecca feels the sensations swell within her, feels the tingles of excitement. This is the way it should be. This is the way it will be. Soon this woman will understand.

The therapist feels it in her lungs again. Once more she needs to go up for another breath. So she starts to head for the surface. And once more Rebecca holds her down…

No. Stay here with me. It is better down here. Here, let me show you.

She leans forward and kisses her therapist. Her kiss is hesitantly returned. The therapist feels a mixture of arousal combined with growing fear…

Yes, Rebecca. I want more; much more. But first you must let me up, honey. I need to breathe again.

She tries to surface and is denied once more as she is pulled back down. Rebecca simply won’t let her surface. The therapist begins to struggle a little…

Honey? What are you doing? I need air again? Let me go, baby.

She tries to be gentle, tries to break away without spooking the young woman. But Rebecca won’t let her go. And now those gentle heaves in her lungs are becoming more insistent…

Rebecca? …honey? You’ve got to let me go up!

She tries to pull away. But Rebecca pulls her close and kisses her again. This time she is the one who resists, shaking her head in growing alarm as she spews bubbles…

Rebecca, what’s gotten into you?? Can’t you see I’m almost out of air? Let me go, honey!

She struggles harder, trying to pry herself out of the young woman’s grasp. But Rebecca refuses to let her go. The therapist loses another burst of air, astonished the young woman will not release her…

Rebecca? What the hell are you doing?? Let me go; don’t drown me?!

She struggles more violently, shaking her head as she tries to break free. But Rebecca increases her hold, gripping her arms even tighter. The young woman seems insistent at keeping her submerged.

Rebecca tries to keep her under, tries to convey to her just how important it is to stay down with her… Don’t go. Stay down here with me. It’s better down here. You’ll see. But strangely she is being resisted, just like all the other times.

The therapist spews bubbles as she cries out underwater in growing panic… “LET ME GO! REBECCA, LET ME GO!” But her patient refuses to release her. Strange how incredibly strong Rebecca has become now.

The woman wants to go up; Rebecca can see how she wants to go up just like all the others. But she has to make her stay down, has to explain to her… Stay here with me. It’s better down here. Can’t you see? Then she moves in to kiss her again, trying to convince her how much she likes her and wants her to stay.

Her therapist tries to resist, shaking her head as though avoiding those lips… NO REBECCA! NO MORE KISSING! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! She struggles mightily, unable to comprehend why this crazy woman will not let her up.

She is terrified, her mind whirling with confusing thoughts. She cannot understand how this young woman went from being so shy and demure to being so amorous… and now so deadly. It simply does not make any sense!

She screams most of her breath away as she tries to pull away… LET ME GO – LET ME GO! But Rebecca holds on with grim determination, her eyes blazing now…

Stay down here with me. It’s better down here, don’t you see?

The therapist screams in terror, her stomach heaving as her lungs burn from a terrible fire. Air spews out of her mouth as she shakes her head in panic… REBECCA, LET GO!! But Rebecca will not let her go…

Stay with me. It’s better now, don’t you see? Here, let me kiss you.

“NOOOO!”

The therapist releases a bubbly scream as Rebecca moves in and gently kisses her cheek. Her lungs are on fire; she needs to surface right now. But Rebecca won’t let her.

There’s another burst of air; she’s lost most of what was in her lungs. Panicked, she covers her mouth in a frantic effort not to inhale. Her patient sees her panic and tries to reassure her…

No. It’s ok. Here, let me kiss you again and make it all better. You’ll see.

Rebecca grabs her arms and pulls them away from her mouth. Then she moves in and tenderly kisses the woman’s lips, oblivious to the panic in her therapist’s horrified expression…

NOOOOOO! LET ME UP, DAMN YOU! I DON’T WANT TO DROWN!

She’s dizzy from lack of air, her struggles weakening. She senses if she does not free herself from the murderous woman’s grasp in the next few moments she will never reach the surface. She has no idea how long she’s been under, how long she’s been forced to hold her breath.

With one last effort she tries to break away. The effort fails. At that moment she realizes she is doomed and it fills her with overwhelming terror.

OHMYGAWD; I’M GOING TO DROWN!

She cries out. Then she loses a massive burst of air. Rebecca steadfastly holds on as her therapist starts to spasm and convulse, losing bursts of air with each heave of her chest.

The shocked woman shakes her head in utter disbelief as her body goes into seizures, each painful spasm forcing another burst of air out of her lungs. She almost doubles over. The pain of inhaling water is incredible.

She opens and closes her mouth in a vain attempt to breathe. But there is only more water to be had. She convulses again, spewing a small burst of bubbles from her chest. Then her lungs are full of water. There is virtually no more air left in her body.

She shudders and twitches, her eyes wide in disbelief. Solitary bubbles flee past her parted lips. Then she sighs, a death rattle emanating from somewhere deep in her throat. At last she is still.

Rebecca sees that her therapist is going to stay underwater with her. It fills her with great joy and satisfaction. She plants loving kisses all over the woman’s lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. She even touches her shoulders and caresses her face, wiping the hair out of her eyes…

See? See how much better it is down here with me? But the woman doesn’t respond. There is no movement, no sign of life.

Rebecca kisses her lips once more. But there is no response. She caresses her face but there is no responding gesture on the part of the therapist. She lovingly brushes a hand through the woman’s hair, but again there is no response. Then she stares as though shocked…

No. It’s happened again…

Not again??

She stares in shock and horror. She can’t believe it has happened again.

It’s always like this. They always leave her. It’s supposed to be better under the water. But it always ends up just like all the others.

Rebecca turns and swims away, slowly rising out of the pool and filling her lungs from the mammoth breath-hold she has suffered through. She is filled with a great emptiness. Another one has come and gone. And she really liked this one!

She climbs out of the pool, turns and looks back at the woman floating face down. The urge is gone. Now only sadness remains.

“I told you you wouldn’t understand,” she says softly to the body in the pool. There is pain in her voice. Then Rebecca turns, gathers her clothes and walks away, wondering if she will ever be fully satisfied by another woman under the water with her…

© 2008; 2016 (written Dec 18 ’08; ed. Sep 5 ‘16 by riwa)

(Inspired by the MMP video clip series. Picture added for illustration purposes only.)

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The Acquabox Incident 4.4 (20)

The Acquabox Incident

By Carolyn and Riwa

The Acquabox Incident

Carolyn looked up from the knock at the door. “Enter?” Her young assistant Derek came into the room.

“They’re here, Miss Fields. They’re ready to begin work.”

“Did you show them where it’s supposed to be displayed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Derek. That will be all.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” He stepped back through the door and quietly closed it.

Carolyn Fields sat back in her office chair. It was finally here. The museum was getting a new display. If it worked as she anticipated it promised to be the talk of the city.

She tried to go back to her paperwork. But the excitement of the new exhibit was just too much for her. She stood up at her desk and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt. Then she headed for the door.

She went round the curve and down the hall to the circular steps leading up the next two floors. Already she could hear what sounded like some sort of machinery in use. She took the steps calmly, going up to the next floor and heading toward the back of the building until she saw several workmen in denim coveralls bringing in material from the freight elevator.

The sound of the machinery came from the floor above. She looked up to see a circular hole being cut into the ceiling. Apparently that would be where the individual would enter the display.

She watched for several minutes. But it was too early to see anything interesting. The workers paid her no mind. They had a job to do, a job they could be fired from were they to allow themselves to be distracted.

She went back down to the floor below. Derek was signing some paperwork on another workman’s clipboard. She walked up to him and waited patiently.

“Yes, Miss Fields?” he asked when he turned to see she was there.

“I assume we won’t have unauthorized visitors wandering around this section of the museum?”

“Everything’s been sealed off, Miss Fields. There shouldn’t be anyone around here unless they’re working on the exhibit.”

“Very good, Derek. I’ll be in my office.”

“Yes, Miss Fields.” She turned and left without a word as Derek watched her go.

Carolyn went back to her office and thought about the new acquabox.  She still hadn’t decided if she was going to charge admission for whomever wanted to try it, or just hire a few men and women to take turns in it and use them as part of the display.  She went back to her work, but before long six o’clock had rolled around.  The museum closed at five and she always stayed an extra hour just to make sure that there were no closing issues.

She got up and locked her office door behind her. On the way out she stopped and went to look at the acquabox.  It was in place but she could tell at a glance that the workmen hadn’t finished with the final seals and other hookups, not the least of which was the hose and mask.

It looked gloomy too since it was supposed to be fully exposed on all sides to sunlight as part of its allure. But the shades had already been lowered for the night. Still, she knew that the workmen told her that it would be a two day job and it looked like they were on schedule. Satisfied, she readjusted her Prada purse over her shoulder and walked out, locking the museum door behind her. Then she went into her new Mercedes and headed home towards her condo.

Carolyn was, if nothing else, a creature of habit. She always left her house at the same time, left the museum at the same time, and usually did the same things at home. As usual, the first thing she did at home was go into her spacious master bathroom and change out of her work clothes. They went into the dry cleaning bin and then she put on her new bathrobe.

Before tying it up she took a long look at herself in the full size bathroom mirror. Not bad, she thought, admiring her reflection. The shoulder length black hair complimented her fair skin. She stood at a petite 5’2″ and had the natural breasts that came with it. If she was ever asked though, she would have told others that she thought that her best feature was her legs. They were shapely and perfect for her frame. All and all she thought, correctly, that she was a nice thing to look at.

Before bed, also part of her routine, was for her to stretch out on the living room sofa with a small plate of ice cream and be proud of herself. Carolyn was quite sure that there wasn’t a single person at the museum that lived as well as she did. New house, new furniture, a designer wardrobe, and all going to work in a Mercedes on less than a six figure salary.

Then again, nobody but Carolyn had been able to so thoroughly stick it to someone like she had. Looking back, she never thought that she would have been able to do such a thing. But with not all that much going for her, less than two years ago she needed to do something.

It would have been nice to have a wealthy husband, but Carolyn never did get one. Although she would never admit it to herself, she was just to self-absorbed with herself to attract any man. So one night she decided to go onto Ashley Madison, the website for people who wanted to have an affair.

She had started stalking the men there, looking for a wealthy one. It had taken some time but she had eventually found one, a wealthy one with a wife and family. Two dates and 50 pictures later, all taken with hidden webcams in the cheap hotel where she and Richard, her lover, met, she nailed him with her blackmail.

It had gone perfectly and the money that went into her off-shore bank account every month paid for her large house filled with designer clothes and a luxury car. Her last thought of the evening was how, with a little more time, she’d begin to start a stock portfolio.

After a good night’s sleep Carolyn went to work the next day. The tank was just as it had been the night before. But all throughout the day she could hear it being completed.

When her assistant brought her the completion papers she gave it a final look and signed off on the project. It was quite different. The glass was clean and the water inside was clear. The mask inside had bubbles coming out so as to test the pipes. She opened and closed the shades to make sure they worked. It actually looked pretty cool and she congratulated herself for green lighting the project.

That night, alone in the museum, she made it halfway to the door to close up when she decided to give the tank a try for herself. The blinds were down since it was after hours and the area dark. But with a flip of a switch the room came alit, but she kept the shades down.

She circled it, then went upstairs that had been put in place and went through a second hole that had been drilled so that people could go up and then enter it. She stripped naked, revealing her modest figure, and sat on the edge. With her feet dangling in the water she quickly read the instructions on how to turn on her air and fit the mask. Doing as it said, Carolyn set herself up and lowered herself into the tank.

The water felt cool against her skin. She didn’t worry about being seen since the museum was closed and the shades were down. She half expected to start drowning and got ready to shoot out of the tank because of some installation mistake. But everything worked just fine.

Carolyn extended her arms and just let herself float, naked and alone.  She had taken off her Rolex, another expensive item nobody else there had. She didn’t know how much time was elapsing but it was so soothing and calming just floating there that she lost track of time. What brought her back in the end was the prune feeling that she got from her fingertips.

Without any trouble, Carolyn got out of the tank and realized that she had to put on her clothes while she was still soaking wet. My mistake, she thought. There was a simple remedy though.

Getting dressed, not caring about how soaked her clothes were getting, she’d just bring in a few towels from home and keep it in her office closet.  Carolyn had the museum to herself so there was nobody to notice that she was unkempt and her clothes were soaked as she got into her car and drove home.

Back in her huge place, Carolyn admired her figure, as usual.  Then she had her time on the couch, as usual.  Just before falling asleep she decided to add some time in the tank to her daily routine.

The next day at work Carolyn had Derek set up some interviews. She needed to know who could perform in the tank and who could not. She had not had any problems herself the night before. But she was certainly aware of a feeling of claustrophobia. Some folks might not be able to handle that.

The afternoon was spent discussing ways the individual could be displayed inside the tank. At first Carolyn considered some sort of apparel. But as the afternoon wore on and the interviews continued she wondered if perhaps it might not be a bad idea to consider nudity as a part of the display.

The workday ended and everyone went home. Carolyn made sure the doors were locked before she headed back to the tank. Imagining some of the males and females drifting nude in the tank had gotten her a little hot and bothered.

She checked the equipment to make sure it was working before stripping out of her attire. She fitted the mask over her face and then slipped into the water. It felt wonderful.

She used the small belt around her waist for neutral buoyancy. By exhaling she found herself gently descending toward the bottom of the tank. Filling her lungs made her drift up a little. Carolyn learned to regulate her ability to drift up and down in the water.

She reached back to hold her ankles, arching her back. She released a little air until she was drifting in position. With a little more of a release she found herself descending toward the bottom.

As she experimented in the tank with different positions she began making mental calculations as to how to instruct those who would be using it. She could engage them in performance art as they bent, twisted and curled into positions. Perhaps later she might be able to pay a male and female enough money to copulate in the tank together to a high paying audience.

She became aware of a sound coming from somewhere above her. She looked up in horror to see the metal cover closing. She rushed up in a panic, wondering how it could possibly close all by itself. But it was too late.

She reached the cover and started banging against it. Then she tried pushing upward. But it was hopeless. She had no leverage.

A half minute later she became aware of a figure looking in on her from outside the tank. She recognized him immediately. “How the hell did you get in in here?” she said into the regulator. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

He gave no indication whether he understood her words or not. He simply smiled at her. “How nice of you to set up your demise for me, Carolyn.”

“Richard, you open this back up this instant!”

“I’m afraid I’m tired of paying your blackmail, honey. You’re bleeding me dry. I happened to be over here the other day when I saw them setting this up. And I managed to catch your little performance in the tank last night. Leave it to you to be a creature of habit.”

“Damn you, Richard!” Now she was truly frightened. Had she overplayed her hand?

Richard looked at his watch. “Got to be going now,” he told her. “Don’t mind me. You just go on enjoying yourself. I’ll be back later to tidy things up.” Then he turned around and left.

Carolyn pounded on the glass, trying to get him to return. But he disappeared out of sight. Damn him!

She panted heavily for breath, looking all around. What was he going to do? He wouldn’t really kill her, would he? He wasn’t that kind of a man was he? A moment later the lights all around her went out. At the same time she felt the hose feeding her air die off.

Panic set in from all directions as she began to feel lightheaded. Then, still semi-conscious, she saw the lights go on all around her and started to draw deeper and deeper breathes as the air supply went back to normal. Her head clearing, she turned in the tank until she saw her assistant Derek enter the room. He looked at her and she turned to face him as she pulled the regulator out of her mouth.

“Help me!!” she screamed at him. Her words were muffled by the water but the sound was there. That, and her banging on the glass, should have easily conveyed her message. Couldn’t he see her predicament?

Derek approached, looked at her in the tank and taking it in. He thought about how you’d never be able to get himself into the tank but everyone has their own tastes. He left the shades down but the lights totally illuminated the room.

What the hell is he doing? That thought went around her head over and over as she kept alternating between taking breathes and yelling out at him, never stopping her banging against the Plexiglas walls of the tanks.  Then Derek left and came back with some sort of contraption, but she couldn’t tell what. After a few moments she saw that he was setting up a tri-pod and mounting a camera onto it. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was in on the plot.

“Your friend changed his mind and decided that he wanted to keep a token to remember you by. Who do you think let him in through the back door anyway?”

Carolyn’s eyes widened, understanding his words through the glass but still unable to believe in his betrayal.  She kept banging on the glass but he just went about his business. “Your friend told me about that little stunt that you pulled and gave me a month’s worth of your blackmail to help set this up. Frankly, I’m just going to take it this one time instead of milking him like you’ve been doing.”

Her eyes widened and she decided to go back to pushing against the hatch and the glass. But her efforts were useless. Damn those workmen for doing such a good job!

She watched as Derek stood behind the camera, making sure that the angle for the shot was perfect. Then he started out. Carolyn was in a total panic when he doubled back. Resetting the recording to the beginning he paused it and looked at her. “You know, how often does someone get a chance to watch something like this?”

“Please help me!!!” Carolyn screamed. But she only heard her own cries echo within the tank.

“You know, I’m just going to watch and wait myself. You’re fine for now but the air in that tank won’t last forever.” Then he turned on the camera and hit the record button. Without a word he walked away and sat down against the far wall and watched Carolyn struggle.

It was an interesting thing to watch, he thought.

From the inside Carolyn watched as Derek took his place. She turned in every direction, trying to free herself.  She was breathing heavily, but easily, as she twisted and turned and kicked. Every once in a while she’d move to far, to fast, and the regulator would pop out of her mouth. She was quick to replace it every time but realized that time was running out.

Still fighting to escape, Carolyn thought that her last breath of air wasn’t quite enough. She pulled again and got enough air…but had to really work on it. She realized that the tank was emptying, the air inside losing pressure.

“Please help me Derek!!” she cried out one last time. But with widening eyes she saw that he was still sitting where he was.

Carolyn kept fighting but with her next breath she came up short and didn’t get enough air. She did it again and panic consumed her when she realized that she didn’t get any air at all! Her eyes growing wide, one hand instinctively came up to her throat as if she was choking while the other kept pushing against anything it could find.

Derek just stayed where he was, watching Carolyn as she became more desperate. It was obvious to him that the tank had run dry and she was desperate. He was a bit too far away to see her cheeks expand as she tried to keep her air inside her body.

Still fighting, Carolyn felt the pain in her chest as her lungs demanded air. Her hair was swishing all around her, occasionally blocking her view. But for a moment it cleared long enough for her to see Dereck.

He had his hand down his pants and was enjoying himself and her struggles. A moment later her lungs gave up and she saw all her air leave her body with a huge whoosh, bubbles going into her face and disappearing. Her last desperate cry went with it.

Derek kept rubbing himself as Carolyn’s struggles began to fade. He got up and moved closer, careful not to get in front of the camera, and watched.

Carolyn kept trying to bang against the walls and cover. But her movements were slowing down, her body obviously getting weaker. He sensed the end coming and watched as she grew still. With only Derek for company, Carolyn felt things grey out until a last touch of the water on her body was all that she could sense and then everything went black.

Derek stayed where he was, knowing what was happening. He watched as Carolyn floated prone and lifeless, her hair softly moving in the current that her struggles had created. He knew that her heart was still beating and just stood there, watching, for about five minutes until he was sure that her heart had finally stopped.

Careful not to be seen, he clicked off the record button of the camera and then approached his former boss. Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth was open…still showing a look of total surprise. With a last look at her he got up and left the museum. He had been told that cleaning up the mess would be done by somebody else. Once home, he went through the whole struggle in his mind while he kept his hand on himself until he finished.

Her staff wondered why she didn’t come into work the next day, and the next. Carolyn was never seen again.

© 2016 (Written by Carolyn and Riwa Jun 26 ‘16)

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The Hanging Joke 4.3 (6)

Author’s note: I got this idea shortly after I learned Suicide Squad was coming out. It has been simmering in the back of my head for some time until recently. I am not fully familiar with these characters so I wrote based on what inspired me. Enjoy my take on these two.

Harley Quinn gunned the motor as she rushed down one of Gotham’s backstreets. She had to hurry or she wasn’t going to get there in time. She just knew he was in trouble again.

She drove down a dead end and pulled a gun just in time to see the caped crusader holding her main squeeze up in the air by the throat. She fired twice, catching The Batman by surprise as she hit him with both shots. He dropped his prey and fell to the ground.

“Over here, Mr. J!” she called out. “Hurry!”

“See you later, Batsy,” the man in the purple suit laughed as he rushed over. He climbed onto the back of her bike as the man in the cowl began to rise.

“Shit; he’s bullet proof!” Harley cried out.

“Drive, you silly fool!” And with that Harley gunned the engine and sped off out of the dead end.

They hit the street as approaching sirens warned them of more trouble. “What did you do now, Mr. J?” Harley called out over her shoulder.

“Can’t they take a joke?” he retorted, sounding perturbed.

“They don’t have your sense of humor – augh!” She had to swerve to the right as a police car attempted to cut them off.

They went down an alley as a patrol car came charging hard behind them. “This reminds me,” the Joker laughed.

“Of what, Mr. J?”

“I’ve got to get me down to Disneyland! The rides are simply to die for! Ooohoohoohoo!” Harley grimaced, hoping they both didn’t crash and burn on THIS particular ride.

A couple of alleys, a busy cross street, and screaming through a busy intersection ditched their pursuers for the moment. Harley drove them into the darkened Gotham city park. But it wasn’t a very safe place to be even for the two of them. Hell, the damned place was dangerous in the daylight.

“I think we lost them,” she panted heavily as she stopped the bike to catch her breath.

“Mind if I drive?” And with that her passenger pushed her off. A moment later he roared through a set of bushes and disappeared into the night, laughing hysterically while leaving her alone and panting heavily.

She stared in astonishment he’d left his rescuer just like that. Then she sighed heavily. “He just doesn’t get me,” she said tiredly, the disappointment evident as she shook her head. “What do I have to do to prove to him I love him??”

She heard a rustling in the bushes. A moment later two ominous looking men came out, their eyes blazing with menace. “Well look what we’ve got here?” one of them snarled excitedly.

“Boys, I’m simply not in the mood to play tonight.” Then she lashed out at them.

Seconds later they were writhing on the ground, bleeding out with their throats slashed as Harley calmly walked away. She had other things in mind and couldn’t be bothered with their games. She had to do something once and for all to prove to Mr. J just how much she loved him.

Two days later at the Gotham civic center a crowd had gathered to witness the annual talent show. But inside they were having technical issues to deal with. An assistant rushed up to the pageant director, gasping for breath.

“Nora? We have a problem.”

“What is it now, Shea? The lights or the backdrop? No wait; don’t tell me. The refreshment stand broke down, the ice machine is down, and all our cold drinks are going to end up warm.”

“It’s worse than that, Nora.”

“What could possibly be worse than that??”

“Five of our girls didn’t show up! And they weren’t at rehearsal either!”

“Great; just great! What else can go wrong??” She sighed heavily and then shook her head, wondering if it was too late to resign…

The door creaked open and a lone figure stepped inside from the back of the closed down theater. It had been abandoned for years, although the city was in incessant talks with possible financiers about fixing it up. But for now it remained run-down and unused.

“What’s this all about?” he called out, carefully looking all around. “Bats, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to put on your costume for me and put on a show. Aahheeeheeheee.”

“It’s not The Batman, Mr. J!” a female voice called out from somewhere down on the stage. “It’s me!”

“Harley?? I thought I left you in the bushes with the other rabbits! What are you doing in here? I didn’t know you were a patron of the arts!”

“I love you, Mr. J! So I’ve got a special present for you!”

“Special? For me? You’re such a dear!”

There was a mechanical sound followed by the sudden appearance of five spotlights on the stage. They illuminated what appeared to be five circular curtains. The Joker clapped his hands together with glee.

“For me? The curtains are going up?”

“No, Mr. J. They’re coming down.” And with that the five curtains dropped to the floor, revealing five naked females standing with their arms tied behind their backs. They were all wearing high heels and had nooses secured tightly around their necks. All of them had tape covering their mouths and appeared to be frightened out of their wits.

“For your viewing pleasure, Mr. J. Allow me to present to you my own talent show. And now… direct from her porn debut in the critically acclaimed video “I want to die for you”… here’s Miss Lannie Barbie!”

A weight bag suddenly plummeted from somewhere up above. It hit the ground with a whoomp, taking the terrified woman on the end of the row twelve feet up into the air. Instantly she began kicking and twisting, her muffled grunts of horror reaching all the way back to where he was standing. The others standing next to her began to grunt and cry out anxiously.

“Woohoohoo!” he cried out with delight. “Now that’s my kind of talent show!” And with that he began prancing down the aisle toward the stage.

“Next to join her,” Harley’s excited voice proclaimed, “…the redhead you’ve always wanted to snuff since high school… Miss Rebecca can’t-you-just-shoot-me-instead Lane!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down, jerking the well-endowed redhead up into the air right next to Lannie who chose that moment to throw a heel. Rebecca began to kick and twist as well, her naked body gyrating as the noose strangled her to death. In her terror she ended up bumping into the dangling woman right next to her, sending the two of them twisting and swaying wildly.

“Woohoo!” the Joker called out with delight. “That’ll make a man rub his rhubarb!” And with that he unzipped his fly, took his cock out and started stroking it, dancing in the aisle as he drew closer.

“Our next contestant wants everyone to know that even blondes have more fun hanging! Here’s Miss Tasha Reign!”

The eyes of the third bosomy girl in line flew open in horror before she let out a muffled cry as she was abruptly jerked up into the air. She immediately joined her strangling companions as her weight bag hit the stage with a thump behind her. She began to kick her legs as she twisted in the noose, losing both heels while bumping into the one right next to her. Down on the stage floor the other two girls awaiting their turns stared at the fallen heels and then started to scream into the tape covering their mouths as they watched their companions being taken up one by one into the air to their deaths.

“Wonderful; just wonderful!” the Joker gasped as he danced and pranced, drawing every closer to the stage. By now he was eagerly jerking his meat as he watched lewdly.

“Next comes our super attractive ebony contestant! Let’s give it up for Miss Nya I-sure-wish-I-was-back-in-the-ghetto-right-about-now Bella!”

Another weight bag came plummeting down as the poor girl with the voluptuous body and heaving tits was jerked up into the air. She exploded in agony as her legs flew everywhere. She bumped into Tasha, triggering a chain reaction of girls bumping into each other as they hanged together. But by now the first one was starting to become less animated.

“And finally we have the lovely Miss Nina don’t-leave-me-here-by-myself-because-I-want-to-fly-with-my-friends Merce!” The poor girl let out a muffled cry as the weight bag came whooshing down behind her. It jerked her upward, cutting off her muffled shrieks until she was dancing with the others. One of her heels went flying, soaring into the empty seats of the theater.

All five kicked and twisted as they swung back and forth. But on the far end Lannie’s struggles were just about over. She spasmed hard and then calmed right down.

Next to her Rebecca’s legs flew outward. But she was also starting to lose steam. Meanwhile the remaining trio put on a lively little dancing show as they kicked and struggled together, bumping into each other as they twisted and swung.

The Joker eagerly climbed onto the stage, furiously stroking his cock the whole time as he watched the ladies twist and dangle in the air above him. Lannie was hanging quietly; Rebecca was twitching spasmodically; Tasha was slowing down. The last two were still fighting their nooses hard in a delightful, dying duet.

Lannie’s bladder finally gave way. The Joker watched excitedly as urine trickled down her legs to splatter the floor below. A half minute later Rebecca was next to piss herself as her body twitched in its death spasms.

The Joker insanely jerked his meat until cum spurted out of his cock. That’s when Harley came out from behind the curtain near the edge of the stage. Her top barely contained her breasts as her hair was tied up in pigtails on either side of her head.

She walked over and joined her man, running an arm through his as they looked up appreciatively at the two remaining girls still kicking. That’s when the ebony Nya tired from exhaustion, her body slowing down until she was twitching and swaying. “Now that’s what I call a jig!” the Joker gasped, breaking out in delirious laughter.

Harley grinned at him, proud of the way she was winning him over. Hell, anyone who could save him from The Batman and then make him spurt his load like this in front of five dying, sexy bitches had to have a big place in his heart, right?

By now the blonde Tasha was barely struggling at all, her body swaying gently. Nya was spasming, her toes flickering as drool fell out of her gaping mouth to splatter onto her boobs. Her knees tried to jerk upward up as though she could somehow jerk herself out of her noose. But she didn’t have the strength to lift them up very far.

The last one was also tiring, her legs fluttering as her big breasts heaved. Harley had made it a point to pick girls whose boobs would bounce divinely for her man. And they most certainly had.

Tasha’s bladder suddenly gave way, piss splattering the floor beneath her not far from her discarded heels. The murderous duo were standing too close to avoid getting a few droplets on themselves. The Joker just laughed with sadistic glee while declaring, “Now that’s what I call art! If they would have done this in art class I would have never missed school! Ohhohohoho!”

Nya’s bladder soon gave way as she went quiet, her naked body solemnly swaying next to the others who were now quietly twisting as they swung back and forth. Nina was not far behind, the neck of the attractive woman stretching noticeably. Her bladder finally gave way until there were five wet puddles of urine growing beneath five hanged bodies.

The five naked girls originally scheduled for the talent show quietly swayed back and forth. Five ropes creaked along with the continuous dripping sound in the empty, cavernous theater as urine splattered the floor below each one, quietly dripping off legs and toes. The Joker gasped with delight as he looked up admirably.

“My present to you,” Harley motioned grandly. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you Mr. J,” she said affectionately as she kissed him deeply. But that was the last thing she remembered as a blow to the back of her head put her lights out.

When she awakened she discovered she had a splitting headache. But that wasn’t the worst of her troubles. Harley discovered she was now sitting on the stage, buck naked with her arms tied behind her back and a noose around her neck.

She looked up to see the five naked bodies still there. They were all gently swinging back and forth, ropes creaking. In addition to swaying, Nya and Rebecca were also twisting in place as a result of their exertions. Harley looked up to see a sixth rope – her rope – going all the way up into the ceiling. It looked like there was another weight bag waiting to come down on top of her.

She turned around and saw the Joker standing over by the panel she’d used to trigger all those weight bags. “Mr. J?” she gasped anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Why I’m hanging you, of course. Your present was so special I just couldn’t stop with five!” He was already stroking his hardening cock again.

“But…but I love you!! Is this a joke??”

“Oh, the very best kind, my dear! The jokes on you! Aheeheeheehee!” Then he reached over and pulled the lever.

Harley let out a scream that was abruptly cut off as her body was jerked up into the air while her weight bag hit the stage with a loud thump. Then she was side by side with the others, her legs kicking wildly as she swung back and forth, bumping into Nina’s naked body in the process. She couldn’t breathe, the noose had all but choked off her air.

Down on the stage the Joker was savagely jerking his meat again as he watched her. “Oohhoohoohoo! Now THAT’s entertainment! You’ve convinced me, girl! Now I’m a full-fledged homicidal patron of the arts! Ahhahahahaha!”

Harley started seeing stars as she fought like hell against her noose. But her face was turning read as she kicked and struggled. Her naked body twisted this way and that until she saw the dangling bodies of the girls she’d just sent to hell. Now they were simply going to arrive there a few minutes ahead of her.

She couldn’t breathe, her boobs bouncing as her chest heaved. Down below the Joker was cackling as he jerked his meat. As she found herself slipping away she decided maybe it wasn’t so bad going out this way, not if Mr. J was getting off to her death. Maybe he would remember her naked body hanging side by side with the others with some degree of fondness…

© 2016 (written Aug 19 ’16 by Riwa)

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An ill-advised venture

By Carolyn and Riwa

 

It all started innocently enough. Clarissa was working as a secretary in a building where a lot of money flowed in and out. And she was not being paid enough.

Often there were piles of it seemingly lying around. She dutifully filed the paperwork that came her way, keeping track of records and other sundry files. It wasn’t long until she established the place she was working for wasn’t very honest. And still she wasn’t making much money.

One day she was alone in a room filing papers when a box of cash had been brought in and opened. She was left all alone and had looked longingly at the contents. She had needs for the day, purchases without the corresponding cash to make them.

The temptation became too great and she took a small wad of bills. It wasn’t much; with the amount that flowed in she doubted it would even be missed. Then she went back to work.

The amount she helped herself to was enough to cover expenses, leaving a bit left over. She felt better being able to keep out of debt without having to wait for a stingy boss to up her salary. But perhaps it was best not to take anymore.

A few weeks went by and no one seemed to comment on the shortage. Perhaps it had been attributed to an accounting error. She breathed a sigh of relief… until life thrust upon her another needed expenditure.

She struggled to make ends meet but she was getting behind again. Then another opportunity presented itself – another box of cash. She’d gotten away with it once before; perhaps she could do it again.

She took a small amount, just enough to cover her immediate debts. Then she waited, doing her duties while wondering if she’d been caught. But again there was no reaction to any missing funds. Her little venture appeared to have gone unnoticed.

She vowed never to do it again. But she liked dating men. That meant dressing up and going out to dine and wearing nicer things. And she didn’t have enough money for that kind of lifestyle. So she decided if another opportunity presented itself she would act upon it.

Clarissa woke up for work the next day but when she came out of the shower she paused.  There was a full length mirror in the bathroom and she took off her towel and used it to wipe the steam off of it.  Standing naked, she looked up and down at herself.

Her hair, which was jet black and tangled, would turn back to its normal light brown color and flow nicely to her shoulders once it dried off and she made it up.  She was 5’6″, but with 38C breasts that were a bit out of proportion for her frame… a bit on the large side.  She had always felt lucky to be that way.  Still looking at herself, she thought (and had been told in the past) that she had all the curves in the right places.  Smiling, she turned around and started to dry herself off.

When she was done she turned and went to her closet and frowned. She was proud of her appearance but that pride went away when she looked at her closet.  There were some nice outfits in there – work outfits.

The rest of her clothes, those for her personal and night life, left a lot to be desired.  They were acceptable, but not good enough.  Being just acceptable rubbed her the wrong way. She had to admit to herself it was a large part of why she had started doing the things that she had done.

Clarissa decided not to dress but just sat in the kitchen with her coffee in her bathrobe, mulling things over.  So much cash went through that place and yet nobody had noticed.  Still, she realized that it would be best to stop what she was doing, at least the way she had been.

She had not always been a secretary.  Before she worked there she had been a bookkeeper at a small accounting firm. She knew all about keeping books and paying bills.

Without anyone knowing, she set up a corporation of her own from her own kitchen that day.  It sold, according to the records she later established at work, offices supplies like ink toner, copy paper, and other such things.

Clarissa never again touched the extra cash in the office.  In fact she went out of her way to avoid it.  Still, almost every day, she bought some supplies that seemed innocent yet never arrived at work.  In the meantime, she upgraded her wardrobe courtesy of her credit cards.

She stopped being overly greedy and settled into an established daily routine that took a little bit at a time. However, she had not been as clever as she had thought that she had been.

She was several months into her scheme when she met Juan at a café where they had coffee together. They seemed to hit it off. She was attracted to his charm and his physique.

He invited her out the next day and the day after. He seemed interested, and she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him. But that meant dressing in such a way as to impress him. And that meant furthering her scheme a little more.

She bought more supplies and used the funds she’d generated to buy a few more nice dresses. She wore one the night he took her out for drinks and a movie at the local movie house. She knew the outfit had worked the moment he’d moved in for a kiss.

There were more dates, requiring her to make sure she was beautiful and attractive to him. She tried not to make purchases that would arouse suspicion. But it hadn’t occurred to her just how much money was necessary to maintain such a relationship.

Several weeks before she met Juan a mid-level person at her company noticed that things were off.  There was less money in the company than there should have been.

Clarissa would never have taken a cent, or even taken the job, if she knew what her employer really did.  They made money, and sometimes people, disappear.

Nothing was revealed on the security footage but someone went to the supply closet one day and saw that there was only a single box of toner.  That didn’t seem to match up with something that he had thought that he had seen at another time.  A quick check of the books showed a lot of ordering of office supplies and, with a quick google search, showed that they had been paying more than 5 times what any of it would have cost at Staples.  That was when Juan was sent into her life.

For a while, Clarissa and Juan were never really alone on their dates.  Sitting at a table close by was one of several different women who were watching her.  Although no man would have noticed, they picked up right away on how well dressed she was.  With each date her clothes, jewelry, and looks improved.  Still, nobody wanted to hurt her until they were sure.

Juan dated Clarissa, the women watched, and a third man stayed at the office and hacked into her bank account.  There was no way that there was anywhere near enough cash to pay for her new lifestyle, and she had long since paid off her credit card bills.  A final search revealed who had set up the company and a decision was reached.

Clarissa kept up her scheme as her relationship intensified with Juan.  He stopped taking her to movies and they went to high end restaurants instead.  Many times, after the meal, they walked hand in hand in silence.

One night he took her home and she asked him if he’d like to come in.  Juan accepted and, as she was getting them drinks, he came up from behind her.  She felt his arms wrap around her while one hand slipped down through the dress and between her legs while his lips kissed her neck.  That was the first time they made love.

It was not the last time that they did either.  All the while, Clarissa was kept under surveillance and her activities monitored. Juan was enjoying this assignment more than most.

She was over at his house early one morning.  She had spent the night and after breakfast they walked behind his house, hand in hand, as they had done many times before.  Then Juan took her from behind and held her close.

Clarissa leaned back into him and felt his lips on her neck.  She never saw his right hand, with a rock in his palm, swing around and hit her in her temple.

Clarissa didn’t feel any pain from the impact, but realized something was wrong when she felt her legs go out from under her.  After that it was just blackness.

Clarissa awakened with a splitting headache. She moaned softly, wincing at her throbbing temples. She went to rub her forehead only to discover another surprise…

Her hands were not available…

She shook the fog out of her eyes to take in her surroundings. She was sitting in the front seat of her car, her hands duct-taped to the steering wheel. The vehicle was sloped downward on a deserted boat ramp, the calm waters of a lake staring back at her.

She shook her head again, unable to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. She let out an anguished cry as she pulled against her hands strapped to the steering wheel. But they were secured tightly. She wasn’t getting free without assistance.

She looked to her right and saw nothing – no vehicles or individuals who might save her. She looked to her left and saw the same. The only difference was the driver’s side window had been rolled down, cracked open about half an inch.

She began to scream, jerking her hands against the steering wheel. Then she looked in the rearview mirror to see a familiar face. “JUAN! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!” That’s when he came up to the driver’s side door.

Juan looked at her and cocked his head.

“For whatever it’s worth, you’re great in the bedroom….”  The he walked away and circled the car.

Clarissa pulled at the steering wheel to free her writs.  She might have been able to free herself if things had been looser. But the duct tape wrapped itself around the wheel and her wrists several times over.

Juan opened the passenger side door and sat down.  “You know, you might have gotten away with it if you hadn’t been so greedy.  You might have gotten away with it too if you had messed with other people. But clearly you don’t know who you were stealing from.”

He reached around and took something slender from the back.   She recognized that it was a laptop. “Juan..Juan..Please, don’t do this!”

Juan came over with an angry look that she had never seen before.  Before she say anything else he covered her mouth with duct tape. Clarissa cried out but only heard her own muffled cry.

She felt her own chest rising and falling painfully as she was forced to breathe through her nose.  All the while she saw Juan working on the laptop. He turned her by the chin and she saw that the laptop had full signal and he had brought up the home page for Wells Fargo, the bank that she had been using.

He ripped the tape off her mouth, yanking her hair in the process.  Clarissa cried out in pain while he held her chin firmly. “Now Clarissa, I believe you have something for me….first the account name…then the password.”

“Juan; please don’t do this to me!”

“Account name and password, Clarissa.”

“Get me out of here!”

“Now!” and he slapped her face hard. Clarissa gasped as her eyes flew open in horror, her face still stinging. And still she said nothing.

“Is this the way it is going to be? We have nothing further to discuss? Very well. Allow me to remove the parking brake and put your car in neutral. It’s too bad it must be this way, Clarissa.”

“No; WAIT!” she gasped anxiously as he reached for the gear shift. “2271 – password: dresses615now.” He looked at her curiously.

“Dresses… I wanted to buy dresses… 615 is the date I activated the account… June fifteenth.”

He nodded as he plugged the information into the computer. A moment later he began the transfer. “It appears we caught you before you could siphon off too much money through your phony corporation.”

“I’m sorry, Juan; I’m sorry. I’ll close the corporation account immediately!”

“It’s already been handled.” He calmly climbed out of the vehicle with the laptop in hand and closed the door.

She watched anxiously in the rear view mirror, her chest heaving as he walked all the way around to the driver’s side door. He opened it up and reached inside. She gasped as he popped the parking brake. Then he reached over to the gearshift.

“Juan; NO!” But he popped the lever into neutral. He jumped out of the way and slammed the door as the car began to roll downward toward the water.

Clarissa looked ahead of her and at the boat ramp.  It was long but the slope was obvious.

“JUAN, I’M SORRY!!” she cried out, all the while pulling against the steering wheel.  If only she could get one hand free, then untie the other and get out of the car.

Clarissa stared ahead, her eyes wide open in horror, as the water slowly drew closer.  From underneath her she could feel the planks of the dock bumping against the tires.

“PLEASE JUAN…I’M SORRY!  I’LL PAY YOU BACK, I PROMISE!!”

Juan just stood on the dock, watching Clarissa’s car go on its slow journey.  As it went he walked behind it at a slow clip.  He wanted to see her face but there wasn’t enough room on either side of the car to do it.  She could see her head flailing as she pulled furiously against the steering wheel, but there was no way that she’d ever get free.

Clarissa kept pulling and calling for Juan when she felt the front of her car hit the water.  It slowed, but didn’t stop and continued downwards.  It still managed to stay above the water, at least far enough so that nothing came into the car. Then the rear wheels went off of the dock and her car tilted forward.

Clarissa caught a look in the rear view mirror.  She saw her own horrified look, the bruise on her forehead, and Juan standing on the dock, looking at her with the laptop under his arm.

She kept calling for Juan, pleading for forgiveness. And then the car went down far enough to let water start to come in through the open window.

Walking closer, but keeping a discreet distance, Juan heard her cry out as the window went under the water line.  He thought about how it might be nice to have some night goggles. But he hadn’t brought any.  Oh well, he thought.

Inside the car, Clarissa kept pulling, somehow knowing how futile her efforts were, as she felt the cold water come in and rise up to her knees.

Forward momentum took her car further out as the weight of the engine angled the front of the vehicle downward. Water poured in through the crack in the window, making Clarissa cry out as it drenched her. It was already up to her waist, causing her to kick like crazy from the cold.

She could hear her precious air bubbling out of the vehicle as it settled lower in the water. The windshield and front seat windows were fully submerged. She kept screaming as water poured in on top of her.

Taking all that money had been a foolish thing to do; she knew that now. But there was no one to apologize to. It kept getting darker all around her; Juan was not swimming out to free her.

It climbed up to her chest, soaking her tits and causing her nipples to protrude through her blouse. She heard more bubbles as the car pitched forward. Then she felt it begin to take her to the bottom of the lake as it got dark and murky all around her.

Up at the surface Juan barely heard a muffled cry from the vehicle. He saw it angle downward amidst a flurry of bubbles. Then it picked up speed until the trunk submerged amidst a torrent of bubbles. A moment later the vehicle was out of sight, leaving nothing but a stream of bubbles bursting up from the flooding vehicle.

Juan kept watching as the bubble came to the surface.  There was still quite a bit of them, more than a human lung could produce.  He surmised that it must be coming up from the trunk.  Then even that slowed.

Clarissa kept pulling against the steering wheel, the car’s inside totally filled. As she weakened she saw something to her left.  It was another car and she saw that there was a girl inside.  Her face was swollen and it was obvious that she had been there for some time.  Her wrists were likewise taped to the steering wheel.  The image caused Clarissa to scream on last time in panic. And then she passed out.

Juan stayed a little longer and then walked away and down the deserted road.  Looking at his watch he heard a car come up from behind him and then stop.  He got into the truck and it drove away.  All this over clothes, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

© 2016 (written Aug 1 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)

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