Terrie likes it rough 3.8 (4)

I met Terrie in a bar in Miami. At first she didn’t seem interested. I bought her a drink and we sat in a corner booth. But she still kept trying to give me the brush-off. When I finally asked her why she didn’t seem interested, she said, “April? No offense, but I like it rough… and you just don’t look the part.”

I had to laugh. Then I told her she didn’t know me very well, and that if she were to ask any of my previous partners (who were all now cooling on several morgue slabs all over the Southeast) they would all agree I was more than a little rough with them. “No, April; I mean ROUGH!” she insisted.

I looked her right in the eye and in a calm voice told her, “Hun, I love to asphyxiate my bitches! I promise to make it as rough on you as you can handle! Think you can survive a night with me?” It was more of a threat than anything else, but it sure got her attention.

She looked at me and I saw her breath catch in her throat. Then her eyes narrowed coldly. “Think you can survive a night with ME, April?”

“Bring it on, bitch!” I hissed at her, throwing the gauntlet down. She must have thought she could take me because she agreed to take me home with her.

We were barely inside her door when she turned and kissed me hard as she slammed me against a wall. I returned the kiss, pushing her back and making her fall backward over the arm of the couch. She wrapped me up in her arms, rolled us off the couch and then stretched herself out on top of me, kissing me hard again as she worked to get the shirt off my back.

I threw her off, feeling the passion and desire well up within me. I jumped her while she was still on the floor, pulling her shirt off and then getting rid of that worthless bra she no longer required. She rolled me over and my skirt came off next.

Back and forth we went, stripping each other of garment after garment until she had me naked and I had her down to her socks. When she discovered my she-cock she gave me an incredulous look and an exclamation of “What the hell?”

“You said you like it rough, honey,” I told her as I grabbed her head and rammed it hard down her throat. She grunted and gurgled before she threw me off. Before I could move she had straddled my face and was smothering me with her pussy.

“Eat cunt, you she-cock bitch!” she laughed. She was being just as rough on me as I was on her!

She started to smother me until I threw her off. I rolled her onto her back, and rammed my cock down her throat again, raping her mouth. She grunted and gurgled until she threw me back off. Then she got up and made a beeline for her bedroom.

“Not so fast!” I called out as I chased after her.

I heard a drawer open as I burst into the room. Her back was to me so I figured it would be easy to take her. But she turned on me and shoved a long, thick dildo into my mouth as she pushed me onto the bed on my back.

I choked and gagged as I fought her off, ripping the dildo out of her hand and shoving it hard up her wet cunt. She cried out as she rolled me off the bed, snatching the toy out of her pussy. I was off balance, my butt sticking up as she pounced on me. I must have presented quite the inviting target because she rammed it home nice and hard up my ass.

This one was proving to be a lot of fun! I decided I was really going to enjoy asphyxiating her!!

I pushed her off and somehow managed to get to my feet. We wrestled in the bedroom before I spun her around and bent her over the bed. Then I rammed my she-cock up her well lubricated cunt and gave her the fucking she deserved, grabbing a handful of hair and roughly jerking her head back.

“FUCK!” she yelled, her body rocking under my assault. It felt wonderful not having to be so gentle and seductive with someone. I decided I was really looking forward to strangling this bitch to death!

I think she was enjoying herself as well. But I could tell she wasn’t about to give me the satisfaction of fucking her without a struggle. Somehow she twisted out of my grasp, shaking me loose.

She made a mad dash for the living room again, so I snatched up the dildo and charged in after her. I tackled her to the ground where I climbed on top and then rammed my cock up her cunt. When she tried to scream I stuffed that dildo in her mouth, momentarily shutting the bitch up.

I gave her an evil smile as I fucked her silly while shoving that dildo deep down her throat. “Rough enough for you, bitch?” I cackled. I was horny as hell, and I wanted this one to suffer mightily as I enjoyed fucking her hard while depriving her of the very air she needed for life.

She tried to fight me off, and we started to roll around on the floor. “Don’t even think about it, bitch!” I snarled at her. “Your ass is mine!” But she surprised the hell out of me by rolling us over until she was on top of me!

Amazingly her cunt was still impaled by my dick, and she rode it like a woman possessed. Then her hands wrapped around my throat and started to squeeze. When I coughed and started to choke, she retrieved that dildo and managed to stuff it hard between my lips, threatening to close off my windpipe!

“Rough enough for you, April?” she cackled with sadistic glee. “I love my bitches to gasp their last as I fuck them to death!” Amazingly I realized I had met a kindred spirit and that we were truly locked in a sexy struggle to the death!

I did the only thing I could think of by reaching up to wrap my fingers around her neck. That’s when the two of us really started squeezing hard. We bucked and shuddered as she rode my she-cock like a wild woman until we were both ready to cum!

Neither one of us could afford to let go, but the dildo in my mouth was hampering things a little. It took all of my strength, but I managed to roll her off me. That’s when I realized we were pretty evenly matched, and that one wrong move on my part could spell the end of my fun asphyxiating bitches like her!

Her bra was lying nearby, and I snatched it up. Quick as a wink I pounced upon her, swiftly wrapping it around her neck as my cock found her cunt again. Then I started to fuck her relentlessly as I tightened my grasp on the makeshift garrote.

“Rough enough for you now, bitch?” I asked mockingly. “I’m going to cum in that slutty cunt of yours as the life fades from your eyes!”

She glared up at me defiantly and then snatched up the dildo, forcing it into my mouth as though trying to block my flow of air. I just pulled harder on her bra, trying to strangle the shit out of her. She let go of the dildo, wrapped her hands around my throat and then started squeezing just as hard as she could…

“If I go… you’re coming with me… BITCH!”

“We’ll…. just see…. about that!!”

We were like that for several moments, neither one of us giving so much as an inch! I fucked the shit out of her as she willingly took me deep and fucked me back. We established a lethal rhythm of hard fucking, frenzied fucking… our lives hanging in the balance as neither one of us had the edge at that moment.

She surprised me with her ferocity; I had underestimated her terribly. But I think she had underestimated me as well. However one of us was going to lose… and at this point it was quite possible neither one of us was going to survive the ordeal!!

My head started to spin and I started getting dizzy. Then I felt her grasp start to weaken, felt her grip loosen around my neck. Her face was a delicious shade of red, no doubt matching my own. But I figured if I could only hold out a few seconds longer then I would regain the advantage!

Her fingers shifted as though she was trying to get a better grip. It was enough to give me a breather and I quickly took advantage, responding by pulling the bra even tighter around her throat. That’s when I saw the doubt in her eyes, saw the first flicker of panic.

“Like it now, bitch?” I gasped, fucking her hard and fast with a burst of renewed energy. I was really horny; my cock was ready to explode!!

“None of my bitches ever survived to tell me if I was rough enough with them, honey! So tell me now: am I being rough enough with you?” Then I eased up on the bra just a little.

She rasped and gurgled, her face beginning to clear with that short breath I allowed that she so badly needed. But just as quickly I pulled hard on her bra once more, choking off that breath. That’s when she really started to gasp, her eyes flashing in panic as her arms started to wave in surrender.

“Want it rough, honey? I’ll give you ‘rough!’ Now give me your fucking death cum, bitch! I want it! I want to feel your orgasm as you die! I want to pump my seed deep inside your cunt as I hear your death rattle!” Then I bent closer, softly telling her, “Now give it up for me, baby! Let it go and enjoy the ride! Cum for me as you die, baby!”

I saw the terror register in her eyes as she tried to fight me off one last time, delicious terror that made me drunk with murderous lust. Her hands came up to try choking my neck again. But it was much too late.

“Now THIS is how you strangle someone to death, sweetheart!” I cackled at her. “Give it up for me, bitch! I want to savor the sweet taste of your death-cum as I strangle the life out of you!”

Her eyes flashed as she tried one last time to throw me off. A moment later she started thrashing about underneath me, her cunt savagely milking my rape-tool as I strangled her to death. That’s when my she-cock exploded inside her.

Such a good girl! Her spasming cunt hungrily milked me of every last drop as her eyes started to bug out. I rode her like I was breaking a wild stallion until she finally collapsed lifelessly underneath me. There was no further movement save a few sporadic muscle twitches.

My heart pounded in my chest as I gasped madly for breath while lying on top of her. I spent a few moments allowing my spent she-cock to enjoy her sporadic muscle twitches. It had been a well fought, well earned victory!

Her neck was really red from where I’d strangled her, and her tongue hung deliciously out of her mouth. I finally climbed off, straddled her body and then grabbed her head, jerking it upward so I could shove my semi-hard cock between her lips. “You’ll suck it now for me without so much as a whimper; won’t you, baby!” I cackled with sadistic glee.

Terrie likes it roughI figured she deserved a little more after giving me such a wonderful fight. So I pulled her up off the floor, bent her over the arm of the couch, entered her from behind and then fucked her cunt silly. “After all, honey; I promised to be rough on you!” I laughed. She said nothing in reply; she just took it like a good girl!

Just for fun I pulled out of her cunt and shoved my cock well up her ass. Her body jerked and spasmed as though she could actually feel it. It was arousing as hell, although I suspect her twitches were probably nothing more than stray nerve endings responding to the fun I was having!

I finally rolled her over on the couch and then feasted on her soaked cunt, mouthing and licking and slurping my savory cum out of her tasty twat. Her corpse twitched wonderfully which was quite a turn-on! So I rammed my cock in her cunt one last time and then fucked her hard.

She looked up at me with those lifeless eyes, and I gasped with delight as I raped her corpse.  I swear her body shuddered as though she was having some sort of death-orgasm. Maybe she didn’t, but I sure as hell like to think she did!

“Cunt!” I sneered at her as I grabbed her and threw her onto the floor. “Rough enough for you?” There was no answer; she just stared upward with that deliciously vacant expression.

I grabbed the dildo and shoved it hard between her lips… “Chew on this for awhile, sweetie!” Then I went into the bedroom to see how else I could decorate her body. The slut had a couple of large dildos, telling me this bitch had probably been rough on some girls of her own.

I rammed the first one hard up her cunt, enjoying the way her body jerked on me. Then I rammed the other one hard up her ass, again enjoying the faint twitching. “Rough enough for you now, honey?” I asked one last time. She didn’t say how much she had liked it. But I sure as hell got off on it, and I told her so before I got dressed and headed out the door…

© 2015 (written for Terrie Apr 23; May 26 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I added and used for illustration purposes.)

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Kidnapped and hanged 4.5 (13)

AKA Emma hangs (edited and reposted)

Emma plunked some coins into a pay phone, muttering under her breath. Amy was running late again. She hoped her playmate had not run into some sort of car trouble. But there was no answer on the other end.

DCF 1.0She was not familiar with the part of town she’d been dropped off in after taking the bus. She was more than a little anxious standing out here all by herself. But that was probably all a part of Amy’s doing. The bitch loved to make her squirm in these situations.

Standing alone on the street corner made her quite uncomfortable. It also caused her no end of tingles. She told herself this was a risky proposition.

Anyone could come along and snatch her up off the streets and no one would be the wiser. She was much too small to resist anyone. Amy would simply come down and drive all around looking for her before giving up and going home.

This was supposed to be a play-date… an afternoon of fun and games where she was picked up off the streets after her car had broken down. The plan was for Amy to pull up, “chloroform” her when no one was looking and then dump her into the trunk of her car. At least that was the plan.

They would have to be careful not to attract any undue attention to themselves. Some Good Samaritan might be watching and could choose to call the cops. As it was, Amy was now 30 minutes late. Emma didn’t know whether something unexpected had happened or if this was simply a part of her friend’s diabolical plan for the afternoon.

The longer she waited the more tingles she felt at her growing discomfort. Surely her friend was teasing her; that HAD to be it. She felt deliciously vulnerable on the street corner, and she kept looking all around as though trying to prepare for the unexpected.

She looked down the street and detected what she thought was the familiar outline and color of Amy’s vehicle. She braced herself for the “play” to begin. That’s when she felt someone come up behind her.

A hand wrapped around her throat as what felt disturbingly like a handgun was pressed into her back. “Scream and I’ll blow a hole out through your chest!” a male voice threatened. “Just start walking and you won’t get hurt.”

DCF 1.0Emma marched forward, her heart up in her throat. Who was this guy behind her?? Had Amy obtained the assistance of one of her male friends to play along? Emma wasn’t sure, but it was a comfort to believe that rather than contemplating the alternative… that she was being kidnapped for real.

She felt her heart pound in her chest, her breathing heavy and labored. She was walked into a parking lot toward a small, white vehicle. It looked nothing at all like what Amy drove. She began to have a bad feeling about the whole thing, and it filled her with a horrible arousal.

She felt the gun leave her back as though he might be pocketing it or something. Instinctively she tried to run. “Oh, NO you don’t!” he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around her neck.

He collared her and held her close to his body, dragging her forward. Then he reached out for the door of the vehicle. “Let me go!” she cried out in growing desperation. “Leave me alone, you fucking bastard!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little whore, or I’ll kill you right here and now! Stop your struggling or I’ll snap your neck in two like a twig!” Emma instantly went limp in his grasp, panting heavily with her eyes wide.

DCF 1.0He threw her into the passenger seat of his car before growling at her. “You move and you fucking die; you got that, you little WHORE? If you understand what I just told you, nod your fucking head!” Emma nodded in the affirmative, her eyes wide as her body trembled like mad. She was really aroused now.

He walked around the front of the car, his hand at the ready on the handle of the gun in the waistband of his jeans. Emma took a moment to get a better look at him.

He was in a white t-shirt and light-blue jeans, a red bandana on his head. He was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to see his eyes. He had a dark complexion as though he had gotten a little more sun recently than he should have.

She watched him like a frightened rabbit as he opened the driver’s side door and crawled in. Then he reached in and pulled out his gun, pointing it at her head as he grabbed her face. “You try to escape and I’ll kill you! You try to get out of this car while it’s moving and I’ll KILL you! You try to attract anyone’s attention and I’ll KILL you! You GOT THAT, you fucking whore?”

“Yes,” Emma whimpered, her pussy screaming at her so much she was afraid she was going to orgasm right then and there. The way he was treating her, the words he used, made her wonder if this might be one of Amy’s male friends. If not she was so fucking dead!

He drove them out of town and down a dusty road in a secluded part of the countryside, filling her with an erotic fear. This was not the destination she and Amy had agreed upon. It was scary as hell… and terribly arousing.

After pulling over to a stop he reached into the back seat and retrieved a length of rope. Ordering her to turn away from him, he proceeded to tie her hands behind her back. Then he took a length of rope and tied it around her neck.

He got out of the car, walked around in front and opened her door. “Out of the car, you fucking whore!” he demanded. She whimpered as she climbed out.

He grabbed the length of rope attached to her neck. “What’s your name, bitch?”

“Emma,” she gasped in a trembling voice.

“Well, Emma; I guess this just isn’t your lucky day. Now come with me, you fucking whore!” A moment later he began pulling her along down a dusty path.

“Where are we going?” she asked anxiously, her voice quavering.

“You’ll find out soon enough, you little whore!” A moment later the path cleared enough for her to see a noose hanging from a tree directly in front of her.

Emma whimpered as her heart leaped into her throat. “Please!” she gasped anxiously. “You can’t do this to me! I was waiting for someone back there on that street corner!”

“Waiting for someone?” he laughed. “I’d say someone found you all right, wouldn’t you?” But she balked as he pulled on the rope attached to her neck.

DCF 1.0“Come here, you fucking whore!” he demanded, pulling on the rope. That’s when Emma began to put up a fight…

“HELP ME! HE’S GOING TO HANG ME! SOMEBODY HEEEELP!”

“Scream all you want, bitch!” he snarled, trying to pull her forward toward the noose. “No one’s going to hear you out here!”

“LET ME GO, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!” she cried out, twisting and turning while resisting as best she could. But it did no good. He kept pulling her forward by the rope around her neck, partially choking her as she was forced to move forward toward the noose hanging ominously before her.

“Knock it off, bitch!” he demanded as he forced the coil around her neck. Emma winced and struggled but he was much too strong for her to fight off.

DCF 1.0“LET ME GO, YOU FUCKER!” she cried out. But she was unable to prevent him from getting the noose around her neck. It wasn’t long until he had it around her throat.

With a sharp tug he cinched it snug. Emma’s attitude changed in an instant. “Please!” she begged. “Please don’t hang me! I’ll do anything you want!”

“But what if I WANT to hang you?”

“Please don’t hang me! I’ll do anything you ask… just don’t hang me!” He just laughed at her as he inspected the noose, grabbing it in his hand and pulling on it just to make her gasp and whimper.

DCF 1.0“Does the condemned have any last requests?” he asked with a snicker.

“PLEASE DON’T HANG ME!”

She was trembling like mad, her pussy about to explode. She loved the adrenaline rush, loved playing peril games with her friend Amy. But this felt all too real. If this was an elaborate set-up by her sadistic friend, it was a damn good one!

“A blindfold?” he laughed as though hearing her incorrectly. “Why yes; I believe I can grant that request! First let’s get that other rope off your neck, shall we?”

Emma whimpered with fright as he pulled the rope off from around her neck, leaving the thicker more ominous one in place. She kept whining and begging but it did her no good. Soon he pulled out a black cloth blindfold and began wrapping it over her eyes and forehead, leaving the rest of it to dangle behind her back.

“No!” she whimpered, trying to turn away. Being in the dark and unable to see what was going to happen next made things ten times worse. Emma trembled like mad, her body mere moments away from a gawd-awful climax.

DCF 1.0“Comfy now?” he asked, his mock concern betraying his murderous intent. “Guess it’s time to string you up now. I’m looking forward to watching you kick.” Emma twisted her head back and forth but was unable to see through the blindfold.

Emma shuddered hard as her body finally betrayed her with a devastating orgasm. It washed warmly through her body, ricocheting like a pinball in a machine. She whimpered from the humiliation of it all. Then she tried to stand quietly, gasping for breath as she fought to regain her composure.

“Just got to make sure this knot is set in the right place,” he said all business-like as he fumbled with her noose. Emma’s chest rose and fell from a mixture of extreme fear and intense arousal.

DCF 1.0Her mind raced for some way out of this… some way of preserving her life. It also occurred to her if this was one of Amy’s friends then she could guess what was supposed to happen next. “I’ll give you a blowjob,” she offered quietly, her voice quivering. “Untie my hands and I’ll give you a blowjob.” Maybe with her hands free she might have a chance to escape.

“No way, bitch. If you want to blow me you’re going to have to do it without your hands.”

“But I can’t SEE anything! If my hands are free at least I can find you! Wouldn’t you like to feel me fumbling for your pants?”

“AWK!” she gasped as he pulled on the noose. Then he whispered into her ear.

“You try anything stupid, you fucking little whore, and I’ll string you up so fast you’re gonna piss all over! You got that?”

“I got it.”

“Ok, you little whore. Let’s get you undressed for the occasion.”

Emma whimpered as he pulled down her shorts and panties. Then her blouse came off, leaving her totally nude except for her white sneakers and the massive blindfold. He untied her hands behind her back before telling her, “Feel around for it, bitch! You know where it is!”

Trembling with fear Emma blindly fumbled for his jeans. She opened his fly to expose his hard manhood. “Beg for it, bitch. Tell me how much you want to suck my cock!”

“Please, sir,” she begged quietly, her face hot with humiliation. “Please let me suck your cock!” She pulled his pants down and grabbed on to it, trying to act like she was into it.

DCF 1.0“Louder,” he demanded. “Act like you really want it, bitch! Act like a slutty little whore and I might rethink my decision to hang your sorry ass!” It was a glimmer of hope and she had to take it. If this really was one of Amy’s friends then he was sure scaring the shit out of her.

“Please, sir! Please let me suck your cock! I love giving blowjobs and I want to suck your cock!”

“Suck it, slut!” he told her. She knelt in the dirt, grabbed it and took it into her mouth.

Emma ran her tongue all around it, using her prestigious skills. Surely this had to be one of Amy’s friends, right? It sure was turning out to be an erotic play!

She moaned enthusiastically while slurping it into her mouth. She felt him grab her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.  Her pussy throbbed as she did her best to suck him off. Even now she could feel herself starting to get into it, humiliated she was giving Amy’s friend a last blowjob before he strung her up… at least she hoped it was Amy’s friend!

DCF 1.0“That’s a GOOD little whore!” he sighed pleasurably. “Just don’t get any ideas about biting me or trying to escape, ok? Otherwise this might happen.” That’s when she felt him tug on the noose.

Emma glurked and gurgled as she redoubled her efforts, her heart pounding a mile a minute. She was almost certain this was Amy’s friend scaring the crap out of her. But what if it wasn’t??

“You LOVE it, don’t you!” he gasped with delight. “You’re just a hungry little cock-sucking whore, aren’t you! You were WAITING on that street corner for a little cock, weren’t you!” Emma moaned in agreement as she slurped him deeper into her mouth. Yup, this had to be Amy’s doing.

“Gawd; you’re such a whore!” he gasped. “Suck it, you little whore! Suck that cock like your life depends on it!” Then he gave the noose another tug as though reminding her what awaited if she did not do a good job.

Emma moaned and whimpered, her naked body trembling with fear and arousal as she sucked him down. She was ashamed of herself for starting to get into it. This was turning out to be one hell of an erotic little play Amy had set up!

“SUCK IT, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Emma sucked harder, grunting and gurgling as though she was really into it.

All of the sudden she felt his cock swell between her lips. A moment later she tasted him as he came in her mouth. “Swallow it all, bitch!” he warned. Emma dutifully gulped it all down, losing a little trickle out of the corner of her mouth.

He suddenly stood her up and turned her around. He tied her arms to a sawed-off branch. The he pushed his cock into her and started thrusting.

DCF 1.0Emma was humiliated being fucked out in the woods like this. But it was also arousing as hell. When she felt him give a warning tug on the rope to her noose it triggered another orgasm.

She shuddered hard as he laughed at her… “Are you cumming? You really are a whore, aren’t you!” She moaned weakly, trembling from a couple of smaller aftershocks.

He pulled on her ponytail, jerking her head back. “This feels good, honey. But what I want most of all is to watch you hang. That’s why I kidnapped you to begin with. You look like the type of slut who’ll give me a really good show!”

Emma whimpered with fright as he thrust hard into her. He was certainly scaring the hell out of her. Amy had sure picked a good one; he was so damn realistic! Now it was just a question of how far he was going to take this before he let her go.

DCF 1.0He suddenly pulled his cock out of her. Her pussy instinctively clenched in response to the missing dick. A moment later she felt the noose tighten dramatically around her neck as her feet left the ground.

She let out a gasp as she reached for the noose constricting tightly around her throat. Her legs began to kick as she swung back and forth. Her mind screamed enough was enough and that it was time to let her back down. But she was still up in the air.

She gasped the words, “Amy…. Help…. AWK!”

“Who the fuck is Amy?” Then he pulled even harder.

Emma’s legs flew all around as she clawed at the noose around her neck. Then she bunny-hopped, trying to kick herself upward enough to loosen the constricting coil. But it didn’t do any good.

Emma’s eyes went wide underneath the blindfold as she shuddered hard in orgasm, a devastating climax washing hotly through her body. She bucked and jerked in the noose, twisting and swaying helplessly. Then her knees came together again as she tried to bunny-hop a second time. But it wasn’t nearly enough to loosen the rope for even the tiniest of breaths.

She couldn’t breathe at all; consciousness was starting to fade. That’s when she suspected this was truly not a part of their play today. There was a rattle in her throat as another climax finished her off, taking away her remaining strength.

Emma finally hung limp and lifeless, her body quivering from little seizures as he approached her naked body. She was totally unaware he had tied off the rope to a tree while she was hanging. She was conscious enough to catch his parting words to her as he caressed her boobs…

DCF 1.0“Amy sends her regards, Emma. She told me it was better this way for all concerned and that I was supposed to enjoy myself while hanging you. She said you’d have one hell of an orgasm, but I think you’ve had several. Nighty-night, dear Emma.”

She tried to blink, tried to have some sort of reaction to the horrible news. But she had no strength left as her arms and legs started to go numb. Her body twitched and spasmed as she slowly swayed back and forth, twisting in one direction and then the other.

Her last thought was absolute incredulity that Amy would betray her like this. Then she pissed herself as her world went black. Emma hung lifelessly in the noose, no longer thinking about her afternoon play with Amy anymore. She did not hear him drive away to leave her there dangling all alone…

© 2009; 2016 (written for Emma Feb 21 ’09; ed. Jun 8 ‘16 by riwa)

(Pictures from www.severegames.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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A fond memory 4 (2)

(Edited and reposted)

Janet was in a particularly horny mood. But there was no one around to play with. Skip was away for several hours, leaving her alone and a little frustrated.

She was wearing a transparent top that zipped up but covered nothing. Her denim shorts were extremely short and she was wearing nothing underneath. The way the seam hit her crotch was making her feel particularly aroused and wanting some relief.

She wandered into the pool area and looked at the water. She was tempted to dive right in. But she really didn’t want to get wet now, not in what she was wearing. So she sat on the floor near the edge of the pool.

She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift. She was trying to remember the last time she’d been so horny. She replayed scenes in her mind from days and weeks past until one in particular came to mind, one that was filled with both excitement and peril…

*****

Janet had her scuba gear and was out and about on a Sunday drive. She had nothing better to do and was going nowhere in particular. That’s when she realized she was not far from a public fishing area, a pond with reeds and such where the fishermen sometimes like to cast their lines.

She’d always been curious about the place. Now that she had her scuba gear handy she could actually go check it out. Janet drove to the pond with a sense of purpose, her curiosity beginning to morph into excitement.

She got there and pulled into an earth-packed parking area with growing anticipation. Now she was becoming aroused. Hopefully she would be able to find a private little spot underwater to get herself off.

Her eagerness intensified when she discovered the pond was deserted. For the moment she had it all to herself. Her excitement began to swell as she parked her vehicle.

She was wearing what she referred to as her Daisy Duke outfit: a checkered blouse and short denim shorts. What’s more, she had deliberately worn nothing else underneath. The more she thought about it the more she realized she was in the mood for a really good underwater orgasm.

She grabbed a black swimcap and tucked her hair underneath it. She thought there might be some algae in the pond and she didn’t want it to react to her hair. But this wasn’t really an issue since she enjoyed wearing swimcaps from time to time.

She slipped her gear on over her back and checked her gauge. She frowned when she discovered there wasn’t much air left. She mentally cursed herself for not refill it from the last time she’d used it.

Janet sighed heavily. Then she decided she was going to use it anyway. Besides, she wasn’t going to need that much air, not for what she had in mind.

She slipped out of her shoes and then carefully made her way down to the water’s edge. The cool water tickled her toes and gave her goose bumps. She deliberately waded into deeper water, determined to enjoy herself.

She was wearing a buoyancy compensator with a lot of straps and pockets. She had no weight belt to help her become neutrally buoyant. But she figured she had enough with the gear on her back. She wasn’t going out very far, and she didn’t think the pond was all that deep.

She waded farther out until she was standing in water up to her breasts. Her feet sank into the soft mud, her toes wriggling deliciously inside the ooze. Janet began to pant heavily into her regulator, her excitement growing exponentially.

Fond 1She paused for a moment, her growing anticipation causing her to moan softly into her regulator. Then she gently leaned backward to get herself completely wet. The chill of the water felt good, and she moaned again as she sucked compressed air through the regulator in her mouth.

Fond 2Janet brought herself upright and walked purposefully toward the middle of the pond. The muddy bottom sloped downward until she was completely submerged. Her feet kept slurping from the soft bottom, causing her toes to wriggle as she was forced to pull each one out of the sticky muck before taking the next step.

It was difficult going, wading further and further out. Each step was a challenge as she had to keep pulling her feet out of the mud in order to take her next step. The possibility of getting stuck occurred to her, but it only increased her anticipation of cumming underwater.

She took a few more torturous steps until she looked upward. She was in the deepest part of the pond but was no more than nine or ten feet from the surface. There was no point in going any farther; this was as deep as she was going to get.

Janet paused for a moment, allowing her feet to sink deeper into the muddy bottom. She moaned as she wriggled her toes, feeling the ooze play with her tootsies. Then she made herself go over backwards, bending at the knees.

She started rubbing her breasts through her checkered blouse, exhaling heavily. The mud felt delicious as it totally enveloped her feet. Then she reached down and started rubbing her crotch through her denim shorts.

“The hell with it!” she decided as she unzipped her shorts. Then she reached in with her hand. She moaned as she exhaled heavily, her exhaust bubbling up to the surface.

Fond 3It felt good; GAWD, it felt good! Her hand moved faster in her crotch as she kept sucking air from the reg in her mouth. She was horny as hell; it was really starting to swell within her.

She jerked on her feet a little as though imagining she was stuck, trying to pull them out of the mud. The idea she might be in peril only added to her arousal. Her hand moved faster, her fingers flying over her nub.

She imagined Skip was right there taking advantage of her because she was stuck in the mud. She played with the idea of him fucking her and then leaving her there as she ran out of air. If he would have been with her she would have fucked him silly.

She gave her feet a pull as though testing how much she might be stuck. Then she pictured Skip’s grinning face as he fucked her, planning on leaving her there to her fate. Janet shuddered as she thrust a couple of fingers inside and started fucking herself.

It swelled until it exploded inside her, a wonderful release of intense pleasure. Janet worked her fingers, inhaling deeply while moaning skip’s name. Then she felt a jolt down below as she began to hump and squirt. She was making a mess of her denim shorts but she no longer cared.

Fond 4She was in mud up to her calves now; what if she was really stuck?? Besides, she was low on air as she’d checked her gauge back at the car. What if the tank ran dry before she could pull her feet out of the ooze??

The thought of being stuck was arousing as hell. A moment later Janet tipped her head back and screamed as a second orgasm struck, hard on the heels of the last one. The idea of a peril, of Skip fucking her and then leaving her stuck in the mud was too much.

She popped the reg out of her mouth, moaning as she exhaled heavily. She kept jerking and spasming from a wonderfully intense orgasm. Her shorts slid farther down her legs as she squirted again, her pussy spewing much harder than last time.

Fond 5GAWD; it felt good! In fact it felt like it was never going to end!! Janet tried to pull her feet out of the mud, concluded she was stuck… and kept right on cumming.

Fond 6For a moment Janet didn’t know where she was. Then she became aware of how out of breath she was. Her lungs were on fire; she needed another hit of compressed air.

She’d been holding the reg in her hand; now she crammed it into her mouth. Janet sucked huge lungfuls, her chest swelling with each breath. She moaned weakly, panting heavily from her effort to get her breath back.

She felt a delicious aftershock and she moaned again. Then she stood upright and tried to pull her feet up out of the mud. Now she was really stuck.

She felt a jolt of alarm as she concentrated on working one leg free. She could feel it starting to give; she was going to be out soon. But how long would her air last? How much did she have left??

She wanted to check her gauge. But there was no point. She was already certain what it would tell her. She knew she was low on air; right now she just needed to get out of the mud and get back to shore.

She struggled harder with her right leg, trying to pull it free. That’s when she felt a sudden change in the air pressure in her tank. The next breath was even harder to pull into her lungs.

Oh gawd; not now??!!

Janet pulled harder, struggling to pull her leg free. But it was coming out too slowly. The mud was clinging to her as though it didn’t want to release its grip on its prize.

Janet tried to take another breath but there was nothing there. Her tank was empty; she’d totally drained her. Only now her legs were really stuck!

She grunted anxiously as she kept pulling on her right leg. It was coming slowly but now her lungs were burning. She didn’t have time for this… and now her gear had become more of a hindrance.

Janet frantically shed the tank and BC from her shoulders. She tried the regulator one last time but there was nothing there. She was already holding her breath so she ditched the reg entirely.

Once she was free of the weight she felt a renewed surge of hope. She struggled harder with her leg, desperate to pull it free. It finally came loose, leaving only her left leg mired in the mud up to her calf.

She grunted as she jerked on her leg, trying to be careful not to push her right one back into the muddy bottom. This was taking too damned long; her lungs were on fire. Janet began to fear she was going to be found by some fisherman in an embarrassing situation: stuck in the mud with her privates exposed!

Her cheeks began to bulge as she pulled on the stubborn leg. She could feel it starting to give, but it was taking too long. And she could feel another orgasm bearing down on her from her erotic peril.

She was getting dizzy and disoriented, her lungs an inferno as she pulled with all her might. A moment later it slammed into her, a pleasurably intense orgasm. Janet winced and shuddered as her pussy squirted copious amounts of fluid.

Her last thought was of Skip and how long it would take before her body was found. She was going to be found in a compromising situation, stuck in the mud at the bottom of the pond. This had been a really stupid idea.

She grunted as she tried one last time to pull her leg free. A moment later panic settled in as she started thrashing about, her lungs heaving like mad. Janet shuddered hard as one last orgasm battered her into oblivion…

It felt like she was floating on air; was she dead? Then her eyes blinked and she inhaled. Fresh air filled her lungs.

She coughed in surprise, gasping and sputtering. A moment later it registered that she was floating face up at the surface. The shock made her slip under, bubbling and gurgling as she struggled to regain the surface.

She burst up coughing before she began swimming like mad for the shore. Within seconds she was in shallow water. But she dared not risk putting her feet down until she was sure she had solid ground underneath her.

She finally stood up gasping heavily for breath, standing on solid ground in water up to her waist. Gawd; that was close! What the hell had she been thinking getting stuck in the mud like that with a tank low on air? Then she looked down at herself and blushed.

Her denim shorts were gone…

Janet looked back toward the middle of the pond. Her shorts were out there somewhere… and so was her empty scuba tank. She really didn’t want to leave them behind for some fisherman to find.

She waited until she’d gotten her breath back. Then she swam out to the middle of the pond. She took a breath and dove down, quickly locating her shorts lying on the bottom.

She scooped them up, noticing the location of the tank before swimming back to shore. She got into shallow water before standing up and pulling her shorts back on. Then she looked out toward the middle of the pond again, sighing heavily.

No use putting it off. She had to go retrieve her gear. It wouldn’t take long and she was capable of holding her breath long enough to drag up the tank and work it back to shore.

Janet took a deep breath and then dove below the surface, looking for her scuba gear. She found it in about nine feet of water. She swam down, gathered it up in her arms and began working it back to shore, occasionally surfacing for a breath before slipping back under to half drag/half carry it along.

She was almost out of breath again when she reached shallow water. She panted heavily as she carefully stood up. The mud threatened to grab her again and she felt an erotic jolt as she quickly waded out of the pond with her gear.

She reached the shore and collapsed in a heap, panting heavily. Gawd; that had been so damned close! But it had also been terribly erotic. In fact it had probably been the hardest she’d ever cum. No doubt getting stuck in the mud while running out of air had greatly added to the intensity of her exquisite orgasms…

*****

Janet sighed as she fondly remember that day and how close she’d come to drowning. She’d never told Skip about it as she hadn’t wanted to alarm him. But she did remember the orgasms. Even now she was panting heavily just thinking about them. They had been glorious!

She unzipped her transparent blouse, allowing the air to reach her erect nipples. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes and sighed, remembering how hard she’d cum there at the pond. Gawd; it had been so good!

Fond 7“The hell with it!” she gasped. Then she rolled over off the side of the pool with a splash. She quickly unzipped her shorts, rammed her fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking the shit out of herself. That’s when she screamed a froth of bubbles from a mammoth climax as she fondly remembered that wondrous, perilous day…

© 2012; 2016 (written for Skip Nov 6 ’12; ed. Jun 6 ‘16 by riwa)

(Posers are courtesy of Skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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May 30, 2016 Update 0 (0)

I think I’ve reached that point where I need to take a break again. I haven’t driven around very much lately, and I’ve been struggling to write. I’ve even been putting off working on this article.

You ever have a project you know you should get done… and yet you have a very hard time making yourself do it? Sometimes I sit down at the computer to get to work… and then pull up a game of solitaire or start to surf. But I suspect many of you already know what that is like. I also suspect you are much better at self-discipline than I.

I have a good idea how it’s going to work for me. Just as soon as I ban myself from writing for a few days to clear my head, my fingers are going to want to work this stupid keyboard. Life is funny that way, isn’t it?

So I’m going to try to take a few days off (emphasis on the word “try”). I should get in the vehicle and take a little drive somewhere just to enjoy the scenery. I should also take pictures to show mom where I’ve been. I don’t think I’ve done that in months; I wonder if I can even locate my camera.

As for this weekend? I strained my back a little so I’ve been resting it by watching movies. And so far I’ve watched two World War II movies as well as a Civil War epic. And it’s gotten me to thinking.

As a writer we sometimes like to imagine “what ifs” in our stories. For the last couple of days I’ve been imagining the “what ifs” in life that may have prevented me from even existing. For instance, what if the Civil War would have turned out differently? What about the Revolutionary War… or the First or Second World Wars? What could have happened that would have ultimately resulted in me not being born… or one of my parents… or one of my grand-parents or great grand-parents?

How many lives were sacrificed in so many different ways leading to the freedoms which resulted in my birth and this particular moment in time? It’s like a chain reaction… this has to happen in order for that to happen in order for this other thing to happen. We see it in books and movies all the time where any one of a dozen points in time could have drastically changed the course of someone’s life.

Ok, now I think I’m getting a headache. But I’m beginning to fathom a lot of stuff had to happen in order for me to even be here. And that means a lot of brave men and women sacrificed themselves in so many of these wars for me to even be here to write this. I’d like to think it makes me a little more appreciative… at least I hope so.

I’m also appreciative of you coming to visit and reading a story here and there and reading my ramblings. My opinion in the grand scheme of things is not all that important or critical. But sometimes a little something a person reads somewhere might get them to thinking… and thinking is usually a good thing, right?

Now I’d better start thinking about climbing into the vehicle mom calls “Travelor” and doing a little traveling to get out and about. I need to recharge my batteries and enjoy the sights and sounds around here. But I suspect I’ll have to make myself. Besides, it’s a good idea to get out and about so I can get fresh ideas for the future stories I want to write for you.

I hope you had a good weekend. Other than my back which is already getting better, I did enjoy a little barbecue. I hope you are enjoying the beginning of summer. And thanks for stopping by…

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Traffic stop in Dolcettville (male victim) 4.2 (5)

I’m passing through some pretty wide open country when I come upon what looks like a small town out in the middle of nowhere. There are several buildings on Main Street along with several more grouped together in the center of town. But there isn’t much else. A handful of vehicles are parked along the curb.

The speed limit is 15, an incredibly slow speed for a town out in the middle of nowhere. I coast as I slow down, but I’m still doing 25 as I approach the only traffic light in town. As far as I am concerned it’s a crazy place to put a light.

I’m a few lengths away when of all things it suddenly turns yellow. I can’t believe it; I’m the only vehicle on the road! Instinctively I drive right through as there’s no one waiting on either side of the intersection.

I’m no more than two blocks past the light when I hear a siren behind me. A patrolman in an unmarked car is signaling for me to pull over. I never even saw him; I can’t believe this is happening to me!

I pull over to the curb on the edge of town, red-faced at having been caught running that light. That’s when I remember a story my mother once told me about my dad getting caught speeding through a small town. I guess I should have been more careful.

A beefy looking officer in dark glasses approaches the driver’s side door. I roll down my window while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. Then I hear a gruff voice tell me, “Please step out of the car, sir.”

My face flushes crimson as I carefully open the door and climb out. “Turn around and put your hands on the roof, sir.” My first urge is to protest but I wisely hold my tongue. After all, you never know about these small town officers.

He takes each arm and pulls it behind my back, cuffing my wrists together. I want to protest but I don’t know what to say or even what to ask him. “Sir, have I made a mistake?” I finally ask as carefully and as politely as I can.

“You certainly have,” he tells me as he takes me back to his patrol car.

He pushes me into the back seat and then starts the motor, leaving my car by the side of the road. I suddenly have a sick feeling in the pit of my gut. I can’t for the life of me think of what I might have done wrong to deserve all this.

We drive back to the traffic light I rolled through, turning right onto the cross street. He drives all the way down to a large brick building at the end of the street. It has a high concrete wall that gives me the impression of some sort of jail or prison.

I’m taken out of his vehicle and brought in through the glass doors marked The City of Dolcettville: Traffic Violations, Judiciary and Chastisement. I swallow hard as he takes me inside. He marches me right up to a uniformed redhead behind a tall counter.

“I caught this one speeding while running a red light, Esther. He’ll be perfect.” I swallow hard but I’m willing to pay any fine necessary. After all, I do have a credit card on hand.

She looks me up and down, giving me a smile that makes me feel uncomfortable. “He’ll do just fine, Ed. He looks to be in his twenties; full of energy. We haven’t had a good hanging in over a week.”

“H-hanging?” I stammer nervously. That’s when a young man in his twenties and a mature looking blonde come up to me, both wearing police uniforms.

“Take this one to cell number one, Marge. Get him ready to see Judge Gallows. I’ll notify the rest of the town. They’re all going to want to watch this one swing.”

“Judge Gallows?” I stammer nervously. “Swing?? What am I being charged with?”

“Breaking the law, honey,” the redhead tells me, licking her lips. “I’ll bet you last a long time!” My heart leaps into my throat as Officer Marge and her partner take me away.

Cell number one consists of three walls and not much else. The fourth wall is nothing but a set of bars going all the way across with a barred door set in the middle. There’s a lone table standing inside and nothing else: no toilet, no sink, no cot and no privacy.

The barred door is unlocked and I’m pushed inside. “Strip out of those clothes, honey,” Marge tells me. “We’ve got to get you ready to meet Judge Gallows.”

“Who’s Judge Gallows… and why is it necessary for me to strip?”

“You heard the lady,” the young man says, hitting me in the stomach with his fist and doubling me over.

“Now Eric, honey; that was totally uncalled for.”

“Criminals need to be made accountable, Marge.”

“Don’t worry; I’m cooperating,” I wheeze, grabbing my stomach.

When Eric again orders me to strip I waste no time getting out of my clothes. That’s when I see Marge start to shed her police uniform as well. What the hell??

“What are you doing?” I ask in astonishment. My face flushes crimson the moment she is every bit as naked as I am. Then she reaches inside a drawer in the table and pulls out a strap-on about seven inches long and an inch and a half thick.

My eyes fly open in horror as she starts to attach it to her waist. “Wh-what are you going to do with th-that, ma’am?”

“Just getting you ready for the Judge, honey. Now get on your knees like a good boy.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“She said get on your knees, lawbreaker!” Eric puts a hand on my shoulder and roughly forces me down.

“Ok – ok!” and I drop to my knees. Now I’ve got butterflies welling up in my stomach. What’s more, my cock is starting to stir for no reason whatsoever.

Marge steps up to me, waving the damned thing in my face. She smiles as she tells me, “I assume you understand what is required of you, honey.”

“No ma’am; I don’t understand. I only broke a couple of traffic laws–”

“Suck, damn you!” Eric demands, forcing my head forward.

I’m humiliated as hell, embarrassed beyond belief. I had no idea small towns had the freedom to treat their traffic violators in such a manner. “Better get sucking, honey,” Marge suggests. “You’ll be seeing Judge Gallows real soon. She’s going to expect the very best out of you.”

“The best of what?”

“I said SUCK!” and Eric forces my head forward.

Marge pushes the head of her strap-on against my lips, forcing my mouth open. Then she proceeds to skull fuck me right there in that bare cell with Eric watching. I gag as it hits the back of my throat.

I can’t believe she’s doing this to me with his help! What’s more, she doesn’t seem to care whether or not she’s shoving it in too deep. Then I hear a couple of male voices behind me, their comments more than a little disturbing…

“Hey, I see Marge has got a new one in cell number one!”

“That means there’s going to be a hanging out in the courtyard this afternoon after the Judge gets through with him!”

“Hot damn! Maybe we’ll all get a crack at him!”

My embarrassment reaches new heights as Marge fucks my face hard while I’m being watched from outside my cell. Eric stands there with his arms folded across his chest, a smirk on his face. He tells me I’d better get it good and wet because I ought to know just exactly where it’s going next.

I shudder in horror and revulsion. I’ve never had anything shoved up my ass before, much less some crazy bitch’s strap-on! I gag and gurgle as she fucks my mouth until I produce enough saliva on my own in utter humiliation.

Eric suddenly pulls me to my feet before bending me over the cold, metal table. I hear another drawer open, hear something make a metallic sound. Then my wrists are roughly cuffed behind my back.

“Judge Gallows is going to love you, honey!” Marge gasps with delight. Then she places the end of her strap-on against my anus, pushing hard until she forces it to go all the way inside. That’s when I cry out in utter humiliation.

I gasp as the damned thing fills me while I’m bent over the table, leaving me feeling as though I really need to take a dump. Then she really starts fucking me with it. Her thrusts become more pronounced until my body rocks across the table as she savagely violates my ass.

“How is he, Marge?” Eric wants to know.

“He’s tight, honey… seems like a newbie. Better get him ready to take her down his throat.”

“Gladly,” he says happily as he loosens his belt and unzips his fly. Then he pulls a cock out that is already hard and dripping with pre-cum. I shudder as I wonder what the hell he’s going to do with it.

He slides my head along the surface of the table until I’m leaning out across the corner. Then he pushes his cock up against my lips. It’s a good seven or eight inches and looks uncomfortably thick. I’ve never had anything like that in my mouth before.

“Suck it!” he demands, slapping my face hard. Then he starts to force it in past my lips until my mouth opens up to accommodate him.

He starts thrusting from the front as Marge continues to rape my ass from the back. Then I hear more voices from out in the hall. I glance over to see we’ve attracted quite a crowd. My face flushes crimson again.

I grunt and gurgle as he rams his cock hard into my mouth while the onlookers cheer him on. I gag on it as he pushes it deep down my throat. Meanwhile Marge fucks the shit out of me from behind as our voyeurs cry out for her to rape me harder. My cuffed hands jerk in vain behind my back, but there’s nothing I can do to stop my abuse.

I’m there for a good twenty minutes getting fucked in both ends; apparently the Judge is late. The disturbing part is when Marge and Eric change places. I’m forced to taste her strap-on having just come out of my ass while he enjoys fucking me up my butt. I’m utterly mortified as they continue abusing me sexually, especially when more onlookers both male and female gather out in the hall to watch.

I finally hear a female voice out in the hall telling everyone the Judge is ready for us. Cock and strap-on are mercifully pulled out of my holes. I groan in response to my abuse, hoping I won’t ever have to go through that again.

I suddenly hear another drawer open. “This is to avoid making a mess,” Eric tells me as he shoves something huge and uncomfortable up my butt. I cry out as it spreads me wide and then seats itself, making me clench around it uncomfortably.

I’m stood upright, feeling very sore in my ass with a nasty tang in my mouth. Marge and Eric get dressed before I’m marched out of the cell and down the hall in my nudity. I gimp along on my feet from the plug up my ass, following a parade of several officers. I’m further embarrassed as I’m forced to walk nude while my damned cock twitches in growing hardness.

The courtroom is only two hallways down. When I’m escorted inside the door I gasp in horror. It looks as though the whole damned town has turned out. There’s not an empty seat in the room.

I’m taken right up front and stood buck naked in front of a small table which doesn’t hide anything from prying eyes. I know I’m on the defendant’s side; I’ve been in a courtroom before. Then Officer Ed comes in and takes his place at the table for the prosecution. There are no chairs for the prosecution or the defense; we’re all forced to stand.

A tall bailiff comes in and proclaims, “All rise! The honorable Judge Judith Gallows presiding!” I hear everyone rise behind me as a woman in a black robe comes striding in standing almost as tall as the bailiff. She has black hair and what looks like a large chest behind that robe she’s wearing. I would think a Judge would wear something that fits loosely so as not to accent her huge breasts.

“She used to be named ‘Jude’,” Marge whispers into my ear with a snicker.

“Be seated,” the Judge states and everyone behind me sits down. Then she looks right at me.

“Is this the defendant?”

“It is, your honor,” Marge tells her formally.

“Has he been prepared for court?”

“He has,” Eric states proudly. He’s got a huge grin on his face.

“What are the charges, Ed?”

“Running a red light and speeding, your honor.”

“Is this true, young man?”

I gulp nervously; I don’t know how to answer. I don’t even seem to have any counsel. It looks like Marge and Eric are it… and they don’t seem the least bit sympathetic to my plight.

“Better answer her,” Marge whispers into my ear.

“Can I plead ‘not guilty’?” I whisper back.

“If you want. Did you actually do it? I mean run the red light and speed through town?”

“The light turned yellow just as I got there. And I suppose I was going too fast when I first entered town. I was trying to slow down but I had no idea I was supposed to go so slow.”

“Then Ed’s probably got you on camera. You’d better plead guilty or the Judge will really lower the boom on you once she sees the video.”

I swallow hard and then nod as I face the Judge. Maybe all of this will end if I confess. Maybe I’ll get off with nothing more than a steep fine and an embarrassing story to tell everyone… that is, if I even decide to share this small-town humiliation once I get back home.

“Young man, how do you plead?” the Judge repeats, sounding rather annoyed.

“Uh… guilty, your honor.”

“Ed?” she asks the patrolman.

“The video I have confirms his plea, your honor.”

“Very well. Is the town gathering?”

“Even as we speak, your honor,” a female voice I recognize as belonging to Esther pipes up from the back. I can’t believe everyone is in here seeing me naked like this.

“Very well. I hereby sentence the defendant to death by slow hanging, sentence to be carried out as soon as I am finished with him.” Then she rises up from behind the bench.

I gasp in horror at my sentence. But the gallery behind me buzzes excitedly; they seem eager to watch me hang. And what the hell was she talking about ‘finishing with me’? What is she going to do to me??

“Finished with me??” I whisper anxiously to Marge. She just chuckles as the Judge comes around her bench and approaches us. Marge pushes me out from behind the table as though to meet her. My face flushes crimson as my hard cock twitches; now I’m really embarrassed.

“The condemned will kneel before me,” she orders.

“I beg your pardon, your honor??”

“KNEEL!” Eric orders, coming around from the table to push me to my knees again. A moment later the Judge removes her robe and hands it over to Marge. Growing out of her waist is a cock even longer and thicker than Eric’s!

There is an excited gasp from the gallery as she steps up to me. “You know what to do, honey,” Marge says to me. “Better get busy or she’ll take your cock and balls home as a trophy BEFORE your hanging!”

My eyes fly open in horror as I start to get the shakes. Then she pushes her cock against my lips. I very hesitantly open my mouth and begin to suck on it.

She starts to thrust and I feel it pushing toward the back of my throat. This time I do my best to get her off. I sure as hell don’t want that monstrosity up my ass!

All courtroom decorum is lost the moment Judge Gallows starts fucking my mouth. Everyone starts applauding and cheering as she abuses me. Apparently this is a regular occurrence here in the town of Dolcettville.

I grunt as she rams it harder down my throat. That’s when I start wondering how many others have found themselves in this very same courtroom. Who else has been abused in here by this transsexual Judge before being condemned to death?

She fucks my mouth hard; I certainly do my best not to gag on it. It is huge; she seems mighty proud of it. But I don’t think my oral skills are good enough because she suddenly pulls out.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over the table, lawbreaker.”

I look to Marge for help but I see no mercy in her expression. Instead I detect a look of murderous excitement in her eyes. She seems just as eager to watch the Judge fuck me as everyone else.

I’m a little too slow, causing Eric to spin me around hard and then force me over the table. He jerks that butt plug out of my ass, making me cry out again. “Fuck him hard, Judge!” he declares proudly. “We got him ready for you back in cell one. But his ass should still be nice and tight for you!”

“Excellent,” she cackles behind me. “You’ll see how seriously we deal with lawbreakers around here, young man.” Then she brutally thrusts that huge cock home.

I cry out in agony; I just can’t help myself. She rams it in hard, gasping with delight each time she thrusts. If anything I can feel her swelling inside me, can actually feel her growing bigger. The thought of her cock exploding in my ass makes me flush crimson with shame.

At first I hope it will end quickly; besides, I really have to take a dump. But she seems to enjoy “punishing” me. Five minutes turn into ten… and then fifteen.

My own cock hardens shamefully no matter how hard I try to stop it. I keep looking at the clock on the back wall, wondering how long this is going to last. Then a young female officer opens the door.

“The town is all gathered, Judge; the gallows is ready.”

“Excellent!” Judge Gallows declares. “Now I’m going to show this young man we don’t take too kindly to lawbreakers around here!” And with that she really rapes me hard, much to the cheers and applause of everyone watching.

It’s another five minutes before her cock finally explodes in my ass. My own goes off shamefully, spurting my load onto the floor of the courtroom to the jeers of the spectators. When the Judge pulls out Eric is right there with that painfully large butt plug, ramming it back into my ass so I won’t spill any of the Judge’s cum.

Marge hands the black robe back to her and she solemnly puts it on. Then she heads for a side door. Marge and Eric march me forward to follow as the spectators gather behind us.

We step out into the early afternoon sun only for me to gasp at all the people standing around waiting for us. That’s when I notice the gallows standing in the middle of the courtyard. It is elevated with thirteen steps going up either side. A lone noose hangs from the middle over the trap while a lever stands back in one corner.

The Judge pauses at the base of the steps where Eric and Marge stop with me between them. “This will teach you hooligans not to break the proud laws of Dolcettville,” she declares. Then once more she parts her robe, revealing her semi erect cock. Gawd; not again??

Eric forces me to kneel as Marge grasps it and feeds it to me. It starts to harden in my mouth as she forces it in deeper. My cock twitches shamefully as I start to harden again. I don’t know if it’s from the humiliation of being force-fed cock or the fact I’m going to be hanging soon.

She rams it hard in and out of my mouth until it suddenly explodes. I get a couple spurts of her cum before she pulls out and splatters my face. I had no idea she could cum again so fast.

It’s another humiliation in a day filled with humiliations. Eric and Marge walk me up the steps, cum dripping out of my eyes and down my cheeks. My own cock is stiff and throbbing as I gasp for breath.

I can’t believe this is happening to me! Surely this must be some sort of mistake! Isn’t there a higher court I can appeal to??

They walk me all the way up the steps and then force me over to the trap. My cock feels stiffer than it’s ever felt before; I’m scared to death. I can’t believe they’re actually going to hang me!

I turn to see the arresting officer has followed us up. Behind him stands that redhead Esther who is now wearing black domination garb of her own with her large tits and dripping cunt fully exposed. She looks bigger now that she’s no longer hidden behind a tall counter. What’s more, she brandishes a menacing looking strap-on of her own!

She comes up to me and grabs the noose, wrapping it around my neck. I shiver as I feel the rough hemp caress my throat, my cock twitching in response. I look down to see the whole town – officers and citizens alike – all dressed up as though attending a Sunday picnic.

I suddenly hear a familiar voice in my ear. “Remember me, lawbreaker? This is Ed, your arresting officer. Now I’m going to fuck you up good, son! This will teach you to break the law!”

I suddenly cry out as the plug is pulled out of my ass. Then Ed bends me over at the waist. I expect to pitch forward off the platform 13 feet off the ground. But the noose pulls me up short, causing me to gasp from its tightness.

I feel a cock up my ass as he starts to rape me from behind.  My face flushes hotly as I grunt and gurgle with shame. The crowd below cheers as he brutalizes my ass.

I grunt with each thrust; my face sweating from the humiliation of it all. My cock is stiff and twitching; I can’t shut the damn thing down. And I have no idea how long he’s going to fuck me.

He keeps at it for several minutes, much to the cheers of the gathered spectators. He finally lets out a guttural cry as he rams it in deep. I feel his hot seed in my colon mixing with that of the Judge. Then he comes around front, still forcing me to bend over at the waist.

“Clean it, lawbreaker!” he orders, forcing it in past my lips. I taste salty cum mixed with the tang of my ass on his dick.

At the same time I hear movement behind me. Then I hear that redhead bend over and whisper into my ear.

“My name is Esther; I’ll be your hangwoman today, lawbreaker. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you and then hanging you from the moment I laid eyes on you! First I’m going to pack all that cum deep inside you! Then I’m going to hang your lawbreaking ass!” And with that she rams me so hard I cry out into the cock in my mouth as the crowd cheers again.

It’s humiliating being forced to suck my arresting officer after his cock has just come out of my ass. It’s even more embarrassing having that redheaded bitch fuck me from behind while everyone is watching. My cock is stiff and twitching but there’s nothing I can do about that.

Ed finally pulls out just as Esther rams me hard. I let out another cry of agony as the spectators roar their approval. Then that damnable butt plug is shoved hard back up into my rectum, causing me to cry out again.

I’m finally pulled upright, staring miserably at all the people looking up from down below. A black hood suddenly appears from out of nowhere and is pulled down over my head. A drawstring of some sort cinches it around my neck.

I gasp in terror as my heart rate skyrockets. I find it hard to breathe through the thick, musty hood as a feeling of claustrophobia overtakes me. Then the crowd goes silent and I stiffen in horror.

I hear the Judge’s voice ring out, “HANG THE LAWBREAKER!” Then I hear the lever crank behind me. I stiffen in anticipation of a fall and a breaking neck. But I don’t plummet downward.

I keep hearing the lever cranking; is the damned thing broken? How long am I going to have to stand here?? Then I feel the noose start to tighten with each crank.

I rasp as I’m lifted up off my heels. Another crank and I’m pulled up a little higher. Another pulls me up onto the balls of my feet; another has me up to where I’m barely keeping contact with my toes. And then it stops, leaving me right there.

Is that it??!!

I struggle to pull air into my lungs as my toes brush the floor of the gallows. What the hell kind of a hanging is THIS??!! My lungs heave in my chest; I’m in agony!

My feet shuffle as I struggle to stay in contact with the floor of the gallows with my toes. Sometimes I have it; sometimes I lose it. I don’t understand! I’m in agony and my chest is on fire!

Somewhere a distant crowd is cheering. I struggle to find the floor with my toes, my legs kicking a little. I manage to pull little puffs of air into my lungs, the suffocating hood collapsing around my face with each little breath I take.

My ass hurts like hell; there’s something huge inside I keep trying to squeeze back out. My cock is stiff and erect, frozen in time at the point of wanting that release. I keep rasping little breaths of air through the hood covering my head. Then I hear one more crank from the lever, and I lose what little footing I had with the floor as my feet flutter in vain.

My legs begin to peddle. Then I start to kick as I search for something to stand upon. I feel myself swinging back and forth, my naked body twisting in the noose as my stiff cock bounces.

I kick and then instinctively jerk my knees up to relieve the agony around my neck. Why the hell is it taking so damned long?? I’m getting just enough air; is the noose too damned thick??

It takes several minutes before I finally tire myself out, hanging limp as my body sways quietly. I can’t get any air down my throat; I’m so hungry to breathe! Then I feel a hand on my stiff cock, stroking me until I’m finally able to release that buildup.

I hear a giggle from somewhere far away. Then I hear a familiar voice tell me, “The whole town is going to enjoy fucking your corpse after you’re dead, lawbreaker.” Then I hear the lever crank again.

The rope suddenly gives way and I’m dropping, plummeting as though caught in a falling elevator. I start to scream in my mind, absolutely terri…

CRIIICK!!

© 2016 (written Apr 16 ’16 by riwa)

(Partly inspired by the Dolcett comic The tightrope Zone)

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Accidental drowning 3.8 (6)

(edited and reposted)

Stacy walked through the gate into the backyard of her boyfriend’s parent’s house, wondering if this was going to be her last stop on her treasure hunt. For the better part of the afternoon she’d found little notes in various places – in her car, her mailbox, even in a book of love poems at the college library. Each one had sent her to and fro with the promise of something special at the end of her journey.

She’d been enjoying the hunt for clues, going from one location to the next. Now a part of her was going to be sorry when it came to an end. It had been so much fun; he was so clever.

She found the most recent one in his mailbox, the words Allow me to express the DEPTHS of my love for you – backyard written in black magic marker. The word “depths” had been capitalized; clearly it meant something.

The first thing that came to her when she read the note was a mental image of his family’s in-ground pool. Was this finally it? Did she have to get wet before this finally came to an end?

She placed the note in her car along with all the others she had discovered. Then she headed for the gate to the backyard, eager for the next clue. Would this one be the last? Or would there be more?

She passed through the gate and rounded the corner, only to discover the pool cover was partially open. That had to be another clue in and of itself. She gasped excitedly, her heart racing with excitement.

She walked up to the edge and looked down into the shallow end of the water where the cover was still open. “He would have to leave the next one underwater,” she sighed. “I don’t have my swimsuit with me.” She had on her sun dress – his favorite outfit. But there was no way she was going to get it wet.

“Crap!” she muttered under her breath as she looked down into the water. “I should’ve known you were going to do this to me.” He always did enjoy seeing her in the pool, especially without her swimsuit.

She looked down into the water, trying to see what might be waiting for her down there. There was nothing in the shallow end. He must have hidden it in the deep end.

She slowly walked around the edge of the pool, trying to peer through the cover. But it was a dark, bubbly material, hard to see through. It looked like something might be down there but she couldn’t be sure.

She walked over to the pool house and flipped the switch next to the door. There; that ought to do it. But the cover remained in place.

“Hunh??”

She flipped the switch on and off but the cover didn’t budge. She flipped it several times but that didn’t help either. It appeared to be stuck or jammed or something, exposing barely a quarter of the pool’s surface. Unfortunately what she was interested in seemed to be in the deep end directly under the bulk of the material.

“Is it broken?” she muttered under her breath. “How the hell am I supposed to find out what he left for me down there if the cover is broken?” Now she was disgusted at the way her treasure hunt had been interrupted.

Stacy walked back to the pool and peered down into the deep end. But she was unable to discern anything more than a shadow down at the bottom of the pool. This really sucked!

She slowly made her way back along the side of the pool to the shallow end. She bent down and tried once more to peer into the water at an angle in an attempt to see the pool floor in the deep end. She thought she saw an object down on the bottom. But she couldn’t see it very well and it was in 12 feet of water.

What was it… a box maybe? Was it a chest… or some sort of package? Hell, for all she knew it was nothing more than a brick or some other stupid object. There was only one way to find out what was down there.

It occurred to her he’d done this deliberately. She had to smile at his ingenuity. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you!” she said aloud. “You probably guessed I didn’t keep a suit in my car. You were counting on me telling you how I had to get naked in order to go down to get the prize you left for me down there, weren’t you!”

She sighed as she slipped out of her dress shoes. She looked all around, confirming the privacy fence was high enough to prevent anyone from watching her. Then she pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her in her black underwear.

The bra came off next; there was no use getting it wet. She stood there with her breasts exposed, wondering if she should go all the way. She was alone but she just didn’t want to do it fully nude. After all, she half expected him to come out somewhere laughing his damn head off at having successfully gotten her naked.

“This better be worth it!” she muttered, shaking her head as she slowly waded down the steps into the cool water. Even if it turned out to be less that she was hoping for she couldn’t be angry with him. She’d been having fun all day following the clues he’d left behind. If she came out of the water with nothing more than another clue she could always tease the hell out of him by giving him a detailed description of how he’d missed seeing her in his parent’s pool wearing nothing but her panties.

She waded out to where the cover came to an abrupt stop. She looked down as the water lapped just below her breasts. Even this far out she couldn’t tell for sure what the hell was down there. She would have to swim down just to get a closer look.

Stacy sighed in resignation; she was going to have to do this. She hoped there was a towel nearby to dry her hair. She took a deep breath to fill her lungs. Then she submerged, a trickle of bubbles coming out of her nose.

At first she simply peered down toward the bottom of the pool. There was a box or chest or something down there. She would have to go all the way down if she was going to check it out.

Stacy swam forward, nervously slipping under the pool cover. She paused near the 5 foot section where the floor angled down, unwilling to go any farther. She felt a little claustrophobic with the cover over much of the water.

There was just enough light working its way down through the bubble cover to reveal some sort of chest. She burbled excitedly; there just had to be something in there for her! Then she turned around and swam back, moving just past the edge of the cover to be able to stand upright and pant for breath.

“Something’s down there all right,” she muttered under her breath as her excitement ratcheted up another notch. None of the other clues she’d found had been in anything nearly as large as that chest down there. She was almost certain her prize was waiting inside. But what could it be?

Stacy’s mind went back to their time at the mall together the other day. She’d went all gaga over that bracelet the two of them had looked at in the jewelry store. When he hadn’t bought it for her she’d pouted.

Could that be it? Had he gone back and bought it for her, only to come up with this elaborate treasure hunt just to tease and tantalize her? Surely that was the answer, wasn’t it?

So what was the deal with this pool cover being stuck open the way it was? Was he just being ornery, getting back at her for pouting and making him miserable? Had she manipulated him into buying it for her, only for him to get back at her by forcing her to go for a naked swim just to retrieve it? Yes… that had to be it!

The more she considered it the more likely it seemed. This was probably his way of taunting her, letting her know she would have to work for it. Knowing him he wasn’t going to make it easy on her.

The swim was obvious; he loved seeing her in and underwater. This was probably his plan all along, hoping she had to strip naked to retrieve it. He was probably expecting her to regale him with how she’d been forced to take her clothes off and then swim down to fetch it.

That had to mean whatever was waiting for her in the chest was going to be wonderful, didn’t it? It just had to be that bracelet! Besides, hadn’t that sales clerk mentioned the bracelet could be worn while swimming? She was sure that had been the final selling point when he’d gone back to buy it for her.

Stacy gasped excitedly as her heart rate increased. She was almost certain that bracelet was down there waiting for her. After all, what else could it be?

The only task she had left was the swim. And it wasn’t going to be all that easy, not with the cover mostly closed over the surface of the pool. She had a swim on her hands, a swim she knew he would want to hear all the juicy details about once she proudly displayed it to him on her wrist.

But why did he have to leave the damned cover closed over so much water?

She looked down again in dismay, suddenly hesitant about swimming all the way down to retrieve her treasure. It was darker down there in the deep end. The cover was making it more claustrophobic than she would have liked.

She’d already tried the switch at the pool shed and nothing had happened. Either the mechanism was broken or he’d turned the power off, rigging it to jam open at its current position. It didn’t matter how he’d done it. She was going to be forced to hold her breath long enough to swim down and retrieve her bracelet.

For a moment she thought about trying to find another way to open the cover completely. Then she decided against it. She was wasting time; she wanted her prize right now.

Obviously he’d set this up on purpose. He certainly wouldn’t have made it impossible for her… a challenge maybe, but not impossible. He knew she could swim the entire length of the pool and back on one breath. So this was something she was capable of doing.

“He’ll want me to tell him all about it,” she said to herself. “He’ll want to know every little detail about my swim, especially what I wasn’t wearing and how long it took. Besides, he’s timed me a few times and he knows I can hold my breath two minutes when I’m trying hard. So I’m sure I can do this.”

A flicker of doubt tickled the back of her mind but she brushed it aside. If it really was the bracelet waiting for her down there then she wanted it on her wrist as soon as possible. And some partly covered pool wasn’t going to stop her, not when she could hold her breath long enough to get the job done.

She began taking deep breaths to prepare herself for her swim. It wasn’t like it was going to be a full swim to the end of the pool and back or anything like that. All she was going to do was swim down to the deep end, pick up the chest and bring it back.

She felt a quiver of uncertainty as she looked at the pool cover. “Oh for heaven’s sake; go get it!” she said aloud. She took a deep breath, submerged and started down for the chest before she could change her mind.

Stacy released little bubbles out of her nose as she pulled herself down into the deep end with her arms. She used long, easy strokes as the cool water brushed sensuously over her nearly naked body. “Stay calm,” she told herself. “It’s nothing more than a nice afternoon swim in your boyfriend’s parent’s backyard pool… with nothing on but your panties and a mostly closed pool cover to deal with!”

She smiled inwardly, wondering if somewhere her boyfriend was already picturing in his mind the swim she was making. Was he imagining her making the swim nude? She highly suspected as much. Maybe she would tell him how she swam down after her prize wearing nothing but her black panties and a smile. That should get his heart pumping.

As she drew closer she could see tell it was definitely some kind of chest. What she hadn’t counted on was all that rope and twine wrapped around it. She frowned as she swam up to it, grabbing onto it as her legs curled up underneath her to carry it back with her to the…

What the…??

It wouldn’t move!

She tugged on the chest but it didn’t do any good. She got down on her knees and tugged again, air bubbling out of her nose as she grunted. The chest gave a little but not enough for her to bring it back up with her.

Damn! What did you do to my prize down here??

Stacy looked up and watched her bubbles bounce off the pool cover above. She felt an anxious thrill knowing she had to make the swim back on the breath in her lungs. There was an erotic shiver at the thought this could get dangerous if something went wrong.

She felt a burn in her lungs; she was running low on air. But she was sure she had enough to make it back to the opening in the pool cover. At any rate this pool wasn’t all that long. But why wasn’t the chest coming free?

She tugged insistently before taking a closer look. She discovered to her chagrin that her rat of a boyfriend had deliberately secured it to the drain with the twine. She would need to untie it first.

Stacy started fumbling with the knots before losing another burst of air. That’s when she decided to head back for a fresh breath before trying it again. There was no need to push herself down here.

She launched herself up off the bottom, pulling hard for the opening in the shallow end of the pool. Her lungs heaved gently but she was getting close to the opening in the cover. She finally stood up gasping for breath, standing in chest deep water while shaking her head at the task he’d left behind for her to deal with.

“You bastard!” she panted aloud. “I can’t believe you tied it up to the drain like that! Damn you; you must really want me to work for it!” That indicated to her it simply had to be the bracelet waiting inside.

She smiled, mentally picturing his mischievous grin. It suddenly occurred to her he might not have traveled with the team after all. Maybe he’d stayed behind and was hiding somewhere nearby watching her every move. Maybe he could see her right now!

Her eyes darted all around the backyard, looking for any sign of him. She saw nothing and concluded he was probably with the team like he was supposed to be. Still… for some reason she had the uneasy feeling she was indeed being watched.

She looked around once more before brushing the thought aside. It had to be nothing more than the discomfort of trying to retrieve the chest deep in the pool in a claustrophobic situation. No doubt he would want all the juicy details when he got back.

She looked back down toward the bottom where her prize awaited. “With all that twine, it’s got to be the bracelet!!” she decided. “He’s certainly making me work for it!” Then she began taking long, deep breaths in preparation for her second attempt to go down and fetch the coveted piece of jewelry. But she might need a really good breath in case it took her some time to unravel all that damned twine!

Her first trip down hadn’t been nearly as scary as she’d thought. She was surprised how well she’d handled herself. She hadn’t been forced to hold her breath that long either. Of course she’d been forced to return once she’d discovered what he’d done with the twine.

Once more she thought about that bracelet resting comfortably on her wrist. Her growing excitement was simply too much to overcome. Stacy took a long, deep breath before submerging with a burble and heading back down.

She swam with long, smooth deliberate strokes, working to conserve as much air as possible. She passed the line marking the sudden drop from 5 feet down to 12, confidently angling downward. Air trickled out of her nose, leaving a little trail behind her as she swam right up to the chest.

She was tingling excitedly, her nipples starting to harden as she grabbed the chest. She worked herself onto her knees and then went right to work. It wouldn’t be long now until the bracelet was finally in her possession.

She found a lose thread and began working on it. There was an ungawdly amount of twine; it was taking longer than expected. She kept drifting upwards, her brown hair billowing in front of her face and making her swat it away.

She released a small burst of air through her nose to relieve the growing pressure in her chest. Her lungs began to burn as she started to drift up again. She jerked her head back and released another burst to clear her sinuses and to decrease her buoyancy.

She glanced upward to observe the cover still in place. It gave her a faint twinge of anxiety, spurring her to speed up the process. She knew she could get back to the opening in time, but she really needed to hurry things along.

The twine was being stubborn as hell. Stacy began to wonder if she might be forced back yet again to get another breath. She felt her lungs heave gently in her chest; she was starting to get concerned…

The twine suddenly gave way as the lid came loose. Stacy thought she heard the quiet hum of something. She surmised it might be the pump, but she was too excited to retrieve her prize to investigate.

All thoughts were on what she hoped was the bracelet. Her lungs were beginning to burn, those spasms in her chest increasing. But she figured she had just enough time to reach in, pull out her present and head back.

She opened the lid, reached into the chest and felt around, certain her efforts were about to pay off. What her fingers latched onto did not feel like a bracelet. Instead it felt like another note.

What the hell?? No bracelet?? You mean I’m still not done with this damned treasure hunt yet??

She was more than a little pissed as she clung to the chest with her knees locked around it. Air bubbled out of her mouth as her lungs began to spasm. Instead of taking the note back with her she quickly unfurled the little piece of plastic and read the words written in water-proof black marker…

BANG! YOU’RE DEAD!

WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS??!!

It was getting darker; what the hell was going on?? She abruptly turned to see the light in the shallow end nearly gone. The cover was closing on her, moving inexorably toward the wall at the far end of the pool!

SHIT!

She burbled in alarm as she started kicking toward the shallow end as hard as she could, her arms pulling frantically. Her chest spasmed sharply, her lungs crying out for air. She realized she wasn’t going to get there before the cover reached the end of the pool.

She watched in horror as it thumped against the far wall before she even reached the 5 foot line in the floor of the pool. Now she was trapped underneath the cover. How the hell had it managed to close on her? Had she activated it by mistake when she’d tripped the switch several times??

Stacy bubbled in growing panic, her lungs on fire as she swam the rest of the way to the shallow end of the pool. She reached the steps, grabbed for the edge of the cover and tried to pull it back open. All she needed was enough to stick her head up!

The cover wouldn’t give. It was as though it was welded to the edge of the pool. There was nowhere to stick an arm up, no opening big enough to stick her head through. She was trapped underneath!

She grabbed onto the end of the cover, planted her feet against the wall and pulled with all her might, her lungs heaving desperately. The cover refused to budge as she lost little bursts of air. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she almost screamed in panic, instinctively clamping a hand over her mouth as though that would keep her from drowning.

Stacy looked upward, only to see a very distinct shadow up there. It looked as though someone was up there standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Gawd; she was saved!!

She rolled over onto her back and began beating against the cover with her fists, kicking at it with her feet in a desperate attempt to get their attention up there. Her chest was heaving insistently; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Gawd; didn’t they see her beating on the cover down here??

‘HURRY…… I’M DOWN HERE….. GET ME OUT….. I’M TRAPPED….. PLEASE HURRY…….. ALMOST……… OUT OF BREATH……….. Her lungs screamed in agony but the shadow remained in place, unmoving.

CAN’T THEY SEE ME? ……..OHMYGAWD! ……….CAN’T HOLD IT …………..ANY ………………LONGER!

Stacy screamed as air spewed out of her mouth, bursting up against the cover. She inhaled reflexively, gurgling as she sucked down a huge lungful of water. Then she went into spasms, her eyes flying open in horror.

She began to thrash about, coughing up fluid and air only to suck down more pool water. She spasmed sharply, doubling over as she lost her ability to pound away at the cover. She finally drifted up against it, her head and breasts pressing up against the material as her body painfully jerked and spasmed.

She stared upward in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened. Her mouth gaped open from her last attempt to breathe. She blinked in surprise before letting out a little sigh of bubbles as the life flicked out of her eyes.

Her last conscious thought was trying to decipher what the message meant. Had her boyfriend tried to murder her? It was too horrible to contempl…

—–

“I’m really sorry,” she said, reaching out and patting him on the arm as they sat across from each other in a booth at the soda shop. “You must feel terrible.”

“I do,” he replied softly. There was a haunted look in his eyes. “I don’t know what she was doing in my parent’s pool while I was away. I don’t know how she got trapped under the cover. If only I would have been there to save her.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he sipped on his soda.

“You mustn’t blame yourself,” she told him encouragingly.

“But it was my family’s pool. My folks were away; I was out of town with the team. No one was home when it happened. If only I would have been there. What the hell was she doing there?” He blinked the tears out of his eyes and nursed his soda.

“Did the police investigate? What did they say?”

“At first they wanted to blame me… me of all people!” …and he choked back a sob. “I was away with the team; my folks were out of town. I have no idea what she was doing there. All they found lying on the ground was her dress, shoes and bra. There was nothing in the pool to indicate why she was in the water. And there was nothing in her car telling them why she might’ve gone to the house.”

“Maybe she went for a swim. Was the pool cover broken or something?”

He shook his head, obviously in great pain over the loss of his girlfriend. “They checked the motor to the pool cover; it works fine! They don’t know how in the world she could have gotten trapped like that… unless someone was out trying to kill her! But who would want to kill Stacy?? They have no suspects and no evidence anyone was there, other than the theory someone had to have closed the cover on her. They’re calling it an accidental drowning, although I really don’t think they believe that. I think they think I had something to do with it. But I didn’t!”

“I believe you,” she said supportively, patting him on the arm again. “I’ll help you in any way I can. I’m here for you day or night.” She smiled warmly.

“Thanks, Brittany! You don’t know what I’ve been through these past few days.”

‘You don’t know what I went through to get you alone like this,’ she thought, smiling inwardly as she stroked his arm in sympathy. ‘After I set up her treasure hunt and drowned her I had to go down and remove all the evidence before taking all those notes out of her car. Now you’re going to be mine…’

© 2006; 2016  (written for JQpublic Apr 29 ’06; ed. May 18 ‘16 by riwa)

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Cement blocks 3.8 (5)

(Writer’s note: I thought this was a well acted scene when I first saw this clip, and naturally I thought of Emma. She loved my presentation. Just a quick little bonus short story for today with vidcap illustrations.)

Emma ran just as fast as her legs could carry her. He was after her, that crazy bastard in the black outfit. He’d caught her snooping around and now he was coming after her.

She had no idea what he would do once he caught up to her. But she wasn’t about to find out. He’d cut her off from her vehicle; now she was trying to circle back to it.

He caught her by surprise, covering her mouth. She tried to scream but there was a cloth over her face. The odor made her dizzy as her knees buckled. Then she went limp in his grasp.

cb1When she awakened Emma found herself in some boat dock. She moaned softly. Then she felt something attached to her ankle. What the hell??

cb2A jolt of fear hit her hard as she tried to free herself from the blocks. She was chained and padlocked to it; she couldn’t free herself! In an instant she suspected what her fate was going to be.

cb3She heard a noise and looked up. The guy who’d attacked her was standing there. Emma shivered with fright, fearing the worst.

“Who are you?” she cried out. “You can’t do this to me! I was only looking around! I got lost, ok? You’d better let me go if you know what’s good for you!”

cb4In response he walked up to her. Emma stepped away with fright, only to see him reach down and pick up the chained blocks. She gasped in alarm as another fearful jolt hit her hard.

cb5“No!” she gasped in horror. “Put that down! I won’t tell another soul; honest I won’t!” That’s when he swung it in the direction of the water.

“NOOOOO!”

cb6It hit the water with a splash and disappeared. Immediately it began pulling the chain along with it into the water. Emma cried out in horror, frozen with fear. What could she do??

cb7The blocks were heavy enough to pull her legs out from under her. She cried out as she fell onto the dock. Then the blocks started pulling her toward the water. Emma tried to find something to grab onto, but the wood of the dock was slippery and there was nothing to grab onto.

cb8It almost pulled her all the way off. Emma grabbed onto the edge of the dock, begging him to save her before it was too late. Then she felt herself starting to lose her grip.

cb9She let out a cry as she lost her grasp. She was pulled into the water with a splash. Emma was sure she was a goner.

cb10She kicked herself back up to the surface. There was slack in the chain; maybe he had miscalculated! A moment later she popped up, only to find her eyes were above the water but her mouth and nose had not cleared! She couldn’t get up high enough to get a breath!

cb11She began to flail with her arms, trying to pull herself up high enough to get air. But the chain kept her tethered right at the surface, her mouth and nose not quite up out of the water. She coughed and sputtered, kicking and flailing like crazy, only to discover the blocks were just too heavy to allow her to go up any higher!

He stood there watching her as she struggled. Emma tried to call out to him, only to swallow water as she coughed and sputtered. She kept trying to pull herself up high enough to get her mouth out of the water. But the chain left her tantalizingly short!

cb12She flailed with her arms until she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Emma began drowning with her eyes poking up above the surface. Her body spasmed and convulsed until her lungs flooded. Then she drifted there quietly, only her eyes and forehead peeking up above the surface.

cb13He stared at her for half a minute. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth, coming up from her flooded lungs. Then he turned and walked away. She would never tell anyone what she had discovered on his property. The cement blocks would see to that. He would take her out later to the deepest part of the lake to make sure she was never heard from again.

© 2016 (written for Emma May 8 ’16 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from the Slasher 2016 TV series and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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The end of Magda and Joseph 3 (2)

(Writer’s note: Sometimes a story idea sticks in your head and you have to get it in print to get it out. This is an idea that has been on my mind for awhile. My desire was to capture the emotions of the moment with as few words as possible. But my heart and sadness is for the innocent during a very tragic part of world history.)

Magda came out of the room and softly closed the door behind her as though not wanting to awaken the children. She was very pale, her eyes all red and puffy. Then she numbly made her way down the stairs.

She found an empty room with a table and a deck of cards. She sat down and reached out for them, mindlessly shuffling them before laying them out in the familiar pattern of solitaire. She listlessly moved cards to and fro, not wanting to feel anymore… not wanting to think.

She heard the sound of feet in the hallway beyond but did not bother to look up. A lone, well-dressed male came into the room and stood before her. He never said a word.

She looked up and saw it was Joseph. All he had to do was acknowledge the look in her eyes to know it was done. There was a look of great sorrow etched in his features. He must have aged at least a decade these last few days.

She acknowledged the gun in his right hand. In response she stood up from the table, abandoning her game. Together they walked out the door, not saying a word to each other.

They did not walk hand in hand. There was no longer any semblance of affection left to share with each other. His prior infidelities had seen to that. All that held them together was the children… and now they were gone.

As they climbed the stairs the horrible memory returned, the memory of her oldest daughter waking up and resisting her. She’d been forced to grasp her face and pry her mouth open, forcing the capsule between her lips. Then she’d made her bite down on it.

Around her had been the sounds of writhing bodies, of unconscious children having horrible seizures. She hadn’t been able to look at them anymore. She’d numbed herself to the horror, rationalizing her actions.

The capsule had finally broken, the eldest going into the expected seizures. She no longer had to force her and she gently let go of her head. She could not speak, could not ask her daughter for forgiveness as the tears welled up in her eyes. It did not matter; she deserved none.

It was a situation of her own making. She could not allow the children to live with the heavy burden they would be forced to bear afterwards. And she could not live being forced to admit to what her husband had been a part of all these years. The responsibility was hers and hers alone for her willing participation.

She and her husband finally reached the main floor. It was dark as they stepped outside into the garden. Off in the distance the sound of artillery fire indicated just how close the battle raged.

They paused for a moment, neither one willing to speak. There was nothing more to say to each other, no reason to prolong the inevitable. There was nothing now but sadness and regret. It was over, time to end everything. Death would be a relief.

She took two steps forward and then turned to face him, a look of sadness in her eyes. She did not request him to take action; there was no need. She spoke not a word; she simply stood there waiting.

Numbly he lifted the gun and pointed it at her chest. She didn’t even stiffen with anticipation. Then he pulled the trigger.

The weapon spit death, a direct shot into her heart. She collapsed in a heap. A moment later there was a second shot. But she did not hear it, not that she would have cared. He had blown the back of his brains out.

At first there was merciful blackness, a respite from her agony. But then the veil of darkness lifted. She was back in that room, watching from above as she poisoned her children all over again. They were having seizures, the oldest fighting against her… fighting for her life as she forced the cyanide capsule into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth in a silent scream, forced to watch a monster killing her children over and over for all eternity.

This… was worse than hell…

© 2016 (written May 12 ’16 by Riwa)

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Bagging the Agent 4.3 (6)

(repost)

The blonde-haired agent awoke to discover she wasn’t dead after all. Janet felt weak and groggy, indicating she’d probably been tranquilized in that warehouse. She could feel a throb in her neck where the pellet had penetrated.

She looked around and discovered she’d been moved. She was now lying flat on her back on a black-framed four poster bed in some sort of playroom. Apparently her clothes had been removed while she’d been out, only to be replaced with some sort of translucent green latex outfit. The whole thing reeked of something kinky… and of something dangerously unpleasant.

She tried to rise, only to feel the drugs in her system still sapping her strength. Janet collapsed back onto the bed, helpless and frustrated. She could feel her senses coming back on line. But it was going to take a few more minutes to compose herself, minutes she wasn’t sure she had.

She tried again, fighting with everything she had just to sit up. A wave of nausea washed over her. It passed and she felt a little bit stronger, but not enough to remain upright. She fell backward, panting hard as she worked her jaws, trying to get her mouth to function again.

The door opened and a young woman entered with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair hung down almost to her waist. She wore some sort of kinky, dark purple two piece latex outfit that deliberately exposed her mid-section and her breasts.

“Oh, goody!” she observed with sinister glee. “You’re awake!” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as she quietly added, “Now we get to play.”

The agent tried to move again. She succeeded in getting herself upright before her muscles threatened to give out on her again. Before she could collapse back onto the bed the young woman came over and caught her, helping her to sit up straight.

“Here, let me help you,” she offered as she climbed onto the bed behind her. A moment later the agent felt rope being wound around her wrists. It wasn’t tight enough to secure her, but it was just enough to help hold her arms in place. The agent felt a stab of alarm in the pit of her gut.

It wasn’t long before her arms were stretched out with the rope. She was secured to rings in the braces between the bedposts, leaving her feeling like a big bird with its wings helplessly stretched outward. Then the woman reached around and rubbed her body, caressing the latex over her breasts and sending erotic shivers flowing through her.

Her adversary climbed off, came around and looked her up and down. “Perfect!” she gasped delightedly. “I love it when my play-toys are properly prepared!” Then she walked over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be several sheets of plastic.

“I think we’ll try a little bagging today. How does that sound to you?” Then she turned and winked at the agent.

“Ddddd – DAMN yyyyy – you!” the agent managed to get out, her tongue still feeling thick and heavy. Now she was starting to feel real fear in her stomach as her muscles fought to regain their strength. Her attempt at speech caused her adversary to chuckle.

“Oh we haven’t been properly introduced yet. But I certainly know you. You work at the Agency.” Then she paused for dramatic effect.

“My name is Violet. But you can call me ‘The Asphyxiator’. I’ll be your executioner today.” She said it as though killing the agent was no big deal to her.

Janet’s eyes went wide in recognition and shock. Then she began to squirm and struggle in earnest, horrified at whom she had finally encountered. ‘You mean she’s the one who’s been killing our female agents?? I have to get free and alert the Agency!’

She felt the bed respond as Violet climbed on and sat behind her. She struggled against the ropes as her strength began to return. A moment later a clear, plastic bag was abruptly pulled down over her head.

Her adversary cackled as she stood upon the bed behind her. “Let’s start with one bag, shall we, darling? I like to start slow before working up to my kills.”

Janet was forced forward as the end of the bag rolled up and hung up near her mouth. She grunted in alarm at the peril she was in. There was a good chance she was going to die unless she could somehow get free!

bagging the agent laa1It all made sense to Janet now, especially the way several of her female friends in the Agency had been found. They’d either been smothered or strangled to death, leading several of her colleagues to dub the perpetrator as ‘The Asphyxiator’. And now she was next, caught in the sadistic bitch’s sinister web!

She’d gone to that damn warehouse alone because of an anonymous tip, only to get shot in the neck once she’d gotten inside. Now it was obvious the tip had been nothing more than a set-up. It had been nothing more than a ruse to lure her there so bitch could add her to the growing body count.

She couldn‘t prevent the bag from being pulled all the way down over her face. Then she heard Violet coo at her from behind. “Time to hold your breath, baby,” the woman told her with sadistic glee.

A moment later the dangerous felon put her hand over her face. “Now struggle for me, Janet, ok?” she taunted. “Be a darling and give me a good show, ok? Show me you can die just as erotically as all the others.”

Bagging the agent laa2Janet tried her best not to struggle, tried not to give her tormentor the satisfaction of enjoying her suffering. But she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t long until she began struggling in earnest. Her lungs started heaving in her chest as she fought for her next breath of air.

As she struggled she became aware of Violet pressing into her back with cries of “YEAH, BABY – FIGHT ME!” The woman’s weight against her had the affect of tightening the ropes attached to her wrists, making it harder to free herself. It felt as though the sadistic bitch was humping her!

“GUMPH!”

“Yeah, bitch… FIGHT me!”

“UUNNGGHHH!”

Janet thrashed about in near panic. She couldn’t breathe; she was going to pass out any second now. Then Violet eased up on her. The bag to loosen, allowing her to get a few precious breaths of air.

“Oh, NO, you don’t!” her tormentor exclaimed, quickly adjusting her grip on the bag. “You don’t get off THAT easily, darling!” A moment later the bag was pulled tightly around Janet’s face. Once more her air was cut off.

Janet struggled instinctively as her lungs fought to pull down her next breath. But this time the sadistic bitch kept the bag tight against her face while humping her hard from behind. It also kept the rope taut around her secured wrists, leaving her helpless to fight back.

The imperiled agent wriggled and squirmed, her lungs heaving. She could not breathe at all; she was becoming dizzy. At the same time she was horrified to detect a growing arousal in her loins, her body’s natural reaction to being unable to breathe.

Bagging the agent laa3Was she going to climax in the midst of her peril? Was this what the sadistic bitch had in mind? Did she enjoy forcing orgasms out of her victims as she suffocated them??

“I WON’T!” her mind screamed. “I WON’T GIVE HER THE SATISFA – GUUUNNNGGGHHH!”

It hit her hard, ravaging her body as her back arched. Her lungs screamed at her, demanding another breath as she shuddered from an intense orgasm. Her eyes rolled; she was sure she was going to black out!

Violet abruptly released the bag. Janet panted heavily, managing to get a half-decent breath of air into her lungs. “Gawd, baby – you CAME, didn’t you!” her tormentor gasped. “Wonderful, darling! I always like to allow my victims enjoy themselves before I asphyxiate them. Now it’s my turn to cum!”

Once more the bag was pulled tightly over her face until Janet couldn’t breathe again. Violet humped the shit out of her, verbally urging her to have another orgasm before her own caught up to her. That’s when she cried out with pleasure, losing her grip on the bag enough for Janet to gasp once more.

“And now we go again, bitch!” Violet gasped after a brief pause. Once more the bag was pulled tightly over Janet’s face. And once more it swelled shamefully inside her.

Janet couldn’t hold the orgasms back; they just kept coming and coming. What’s more, she found herself starting to give in to them. She was ashamed of herself but was unable to exert any form of self-control. That’s when she began to question whether she’d sub-consciously allowed herself to get captured.

She’d secretly read the autopsy reports, read how the coroner had studied each body and had discovered the sexual aspects associated with each death. Each woman had been found with an inordinate amount of vaginal fluid. It had made her wonder if each one had been brought to some form of sexual ecstasy before death had occurred.

So why had she gone to that warehouse without any backup? Was it because of the autopsy reports? She wanted to believe it had simply been a desire on her part not to risk any more members of the Agency. But now she wasn’t so sure.

What if deep down it was on account of some strange sub-conscious excitement she had about breath-play? Reading about those deaths had aroused her so. Was she about to pay for her foolishness with her life?

“C’mon, bitch!” she heard Violet cry out from behind her as she was humped relentlessly. “Give me another one, Janet – I KNOW you’ve got more hiding in there!”

Her lungs screamed at her as her breath was denied yet again. Once more she found herself unable to stop herself from cumming as another orgasm slammed into her. This one hit her so hard she actually passed out, going limp in the ropes that held her arms up.

“No – no – no; that’ll NEVER do!” Violet exclaimed, releasing the bag so it could inflate once again. “I’m not THROUGH with you yet, darling. Get your breath back, baby. Then we go again.”

A rush of air filled Janet’s lungs, air that was partially compromised by her own exhalations inside the bag. But it was enough to bring her around. Janet gasped as she shook her head.

Her body was sore from cumming; her wrists ached from their bindings. That’s when she felt an additional bag being pulled down over her head. “You did so well with one bag, darling. Let’s see how well you do with two.”

She pulled both of them down tight before stretching the outer one out over the top of her victim’s head. “Go ahead, darling,” she cooed sadistically. “Struggle for me, baby!”

Janet began to struggle breathing, her inhalations pulling the bags tight against her lips. She winced as another orgasm swelled inside her, threatening to top the dam and spill over. Then she was cumming again as the sadistic bitch gleefully humped the back of her head.

bagging the agent laa4Janet knew she needed to find some way of escape. But she was losing her strength with each orgasm, losing her strength each time air was denied her. She was weak, dizzy and disoriented… and she sensed the end might not be that much farther away.

The twin bags puffed and deflated, sucking tightly against her face as she struggled to breathe. Violet’s unyielding grip made sure no air could seep through. Janet’s lungs screamed at her as a breathless inferno burned in her chest.

For a moment she felt a burst of adrenaline that caused her to struggle like mad much to Violet’s delight. The only thing she accomplished was being on the receiving end of another hard orgasm that ravaged her body, leaving her weak and breathless. Then the bags were loosened, allowing her to gasp madly for breath as streamers of air found their way to her lungs.

The bags huffed and puffed, making it difficult for Janet to breathe. For the moment they remained loose around her face. That’s when Violet bent over her and whispered into her ear…

“I want you to know that of all the women I’ve killed, darling, YOU’VE been the very best!” She said it seductively, allowing a finger to trail over the gasping woman‘s face. Then her tormentor sighed wistfully.

“Sorry, darling, but all good things must come to an end. Now here’s the third bag, darling. The third one usually proves fatal.”

She said it casually as though snuffing another female was nothing to her. Then with a knowing chuckle she tugged it down into place. Janet panted weakly for breath, suspecting she was not going to survive this.

bagging the agent laa5 violetShe tried to breathe deeply but it was a struggle to fuel her lungs. Trying to pull air through three bags was exceedingly difficult. Her mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of her predicament.

She choked and gurgled as a thin cord was wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t enough to strangle her to death. But it was more than enough to help seal the three bags over her head.

Her body exploded as she struggled in a last desperate attempt to free herself. Janet writhed violently in the ropes securing her wrists. Violet was forced to hang on for dear life to avoid being thrown off the bed, humping Janet for all she was worth while gleefully cheering her on…

“Yeah, baby; fight me! Fight to pull air into your lungs! Give it up for your Asphyxiator, darling! Struggle for me; show me how arousing it is for a brave young woman from the Agency to be asphyxiated to death!”

She could feel her own orgasm building. Violet knew this one was going to be extra special. The last one always was as it usually came at the lethal asphyxiation of another female agent.

At that moment Janet found reserves she didn’t know she had. She thrashed about like a wild woman as the air went stale in the bags around her head. They puffed in and out as she panted for breath until she found herself sucking her own expelled air back into her lungs… found herself sucking the bags tightly to her mouth…

She sucked harder, her lungs trying to find some source of fresh oxygen. But none was forthcoming. She weakened as she became dizzy and disoriented. Then it went off inside her with a thunderous eruption.

Janet shuddered hard, her lungs gasping madly for fresh air to feed what her last orgasm had just stolen from her. Her murderer cried out with sadistic glee… “Gawd yeah, darling! Give it up for me, baby! Die for me, you BITCH!”

Janet went into convulsions before suddenly going limp, too tired to fight anymore. She was ashamed of herself; ashamed she’d let her colleagues down. She was ashamed the bitch known as ‘The Asphyxiator’ had murdered her and would probably kill again.

What shamed her the most was the way she’d cum so intensely as a direct result of oxygen deprivation…  and that the bitch had gotten off on it. That shame was the last thing on her mind as the bag clung tightly to her face. Then she slumped forward, her eyes all glazed over.

“Gawd, yeah!” Violet gasped as her orgasm overtook her at the death of the Agency woman. She shuddered hard while eagerly humping the lifeless body. Then she relaxed, gasping wildly for breath.

She sighed contentedly, lovingly caressing her play-toy’s non-moving body. “I gotta give it to you, darling,” she cooed. “You were great – definitely the best one the Agency’s sent out so far. You’re going to be a hard one to top. But that’s ok with me. I’m looking forward to seeing who they send out after me next.”

© 2008; 2016 (written Mar 15 ’08; ed. May 6 ‘16 by riwa)

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

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Caught stealing boyfriends 4 (2)

(edited with an additional 900 words and reposted)

“Hello, Brad? This is Emma… yeah, I’m looking forward to tonight. I’m going to wear that dress you said you liked. …yeah, that’s the one. I found it in Amy’s closet, the really slinky one with the black heels? …oh, don’t worry. I think you’ll like it better on me that you ever did on Amy! … oh yeah; I agree. It definitely accents all the right places on me, if you know what I mean. …no, I won’t tell her if you won’t. …you want me to what? Get on my knees and do what? …yeah, Brad. You’ll probably have to make me, but I’m sure you won’t have any problems doing that. Besides, you love forcing it down my throat, don’t you! Ok, I’ll see you in an hour. I’ve got to go in and finish getting ready for tonight. I’m sitting out here by the pool… yeah, I have to sneak in and swipe Amy’s outfit out of her closet before she gets home. So I’d better go now before they get back to the house. …ok, Brad. I’ll talk to you later. See you tonight, ok?”

She placed her cellphone down on the patio table, a smile on her lips. If Amy ever found out she was a dead woman. But that’s what made it so exciting, right?

She stood up from her chair and turned to head into the house, only to jerk with a start. Amy stood there glaring at her, fury etched in her features. She was wearing her white t-shirt and shorts, the attire she usually changed into whenever she got home from work. Emma didn’t know if her roommate was going to cry or scream at her.

“Hi, Amy. Wh-when did you get home?”

“Long enough to find out why I haven’t had a date with Brad in over a week, you little slut! Have you been on your knees again sucking a cock that doesn’t belong to you?”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“You’ve been seeing my Brad and sucking his damn cock, haven’t you! You’re going to see him tonight, aren’t you!”

“I am not!”

“And you’re going to wear that outfit I bought just for him, aren’t you! I heard you on the phone, you little tart!”

“You aren’t supposed to listen in on my phone calls, you bitch!”

“You stole my boyfriend, you little SLUT!”

“I did not! And you shouldn’t be listening in on other people’s conversations! It’s not right, you know!”

“You’re not supposed to be stealing your roommate’s boyfriends, you little shit!”

“I didn’t steal anyone!”

“I just heard you on the phone, you little slut! You told him you were going to sneak in and wear my dress! You think you can just take my boyfriend, you little whore?”

“I didn’t take anybody’s boyfriend. It’s not my fault he wants to see me tonight!”

“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, you little tart!”

“Maybe if you would put out for him once in a while you wouldn’t have lost him in the first place! It’s not my fault he likes me!”

“That’s because you suck his damn cock, you little whore!”

“I do not – AAUUGGHH!!” Amy charged her roommate in a blind fury. She wrapped her up in her arms and toppled them both into the deep end of their backyard pool with a splash.

The catfight was on…

—–

Maria walked into the house from running her errand to the store. She put the sack of groceries onto the counter. Then she pulled out her cellphone.

It was strange how she hadn’t heard from Mike in a while. They’d been seeing each other for some time but he’d gone strangely quiet. Every time she’d called he’d been busy. As a result they hadn’t gone out on a date together in over three weeks. It was time to get some answers.

“Mike? This is Maria. What’s going on? How come you’ve been busy so often? …no, you can’t hang up! I want to know what the hell is going on! Talk to me, Mike; I deserve to know what’s going on!

—–

Arms and legs flew everywhere as Amy wrestled underwater with Emma. There was a lot of screaming and bubbling and hair-pulling. Emma popped up only to be pulled back under. Then Amy popped up, trying to force her roommate back under.

It was exhausting work since they were in the deep end and forced to tread water whenever they reached the surface. Emma came up and sputtered, “Let me go!” just as Amy pulled her back under. There was more wrestling and bubbling.

Emma finally broke away, swimming frantically into shallow water. Amy was hot on her heels. She grabbed her from behind, angrily bellowing, “You boyfriend-stealing BITCH!” Then she pulled her under.

Emma squirmed and bubbled, pulling against the clothes of her roommate. She was getting all turned on wrestling in the water with her. Besides, the bitch was furious with her. There was no telling what she might do to her! It was probably a good idea to try getting out of the water…

—–

“You’re WHAT?! BREAKING UP WITH ME??!! But why, Mike?” The tears started streaming down her cheeks.

“You’re seeing someone else? Who is this bitch, Mike?? Tell me, damn you; I deserve to know! Do I know her? Tell me her name, damn you! …her name is Emma? That’s the name of my roommate, Mike! She what?? You mean you’ve been seeing MY EMMA??!! How long has THIS been going on?!”

“THREE WEEKS??!! You’ve been seeing her for three weeks now?? Why?? What the hell for?? …WHAT?? You’re taking her out because she sucks your damn COCK???!!! I’LL KILL HER!!”

She slammed her cellphone down, nearly breaking it in the process. Then she started hollering for Emma to show herself. She was going to kill that fucking bitch for stealing her boyfriend!

—–

Amy was starting to tire almost as much as her roommate. She burbled frantically, came up for air and was shoved right back under.

“Had enough?” Emma giggled, letting her come back up. “It’s not my fault he wants to go out with me. Besides, he’s fun! He buys me things! Get over it!”

“THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Emma looked up to see Maria standing on the edge of the pool in the green blouse and shorts she’d been wearing when she saw her leave the house over an hour ago. She hadn’t expected her back this soon, hadn’t expected either roommate to return before she’d dressed for her date and left. Maria’s fists were clenched; she was trembling in barely contained fury.

“Maria, what’s wrong?” Amy wanted to know.

“THAT LITTLE SHIT STOLE MY BOYFRIEND!”

“She what?!”

“She’s been dating my Mike for three weeks now!”

“She’s dating Mike?? But… but she’s been seeing my Brad!” Instantly Emma felt an erotic shiver rippled through her. She hadn’t planned on her roommates finding out so soon… certainly not on the same day.

“I just got off the phone with Mike! He says you two have been seeing each other for three weeks now!”

“She’s seeing YOUR MIKE? She’s going out tonight with MY BRAD! And she plans on wearing MY DRESS… the one Brad likes so much!”

“She’s WHAT?!” Maria stared at the guilty party in shocked outrage.

“He asked me to go to that concert with him two weeks ago! What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean he canceled our date just so he could go to that concert with YOU??!!”

“Hey, I knew this place where we could go afterwards. Besides, he said you wouldn’t put out. It’s not my fault.” Emma shrugged her shoulders in an I-just-couldn’t-help-myself manner.

“Not your FAULT? It damn well IS your fault, you little slut! You mean he wants to go out with you because you’re willing to suck his damn cock?”

“Maybe if you two would just put out a little, you’d be able to keep your boyfriends!”

Maria’s face instantly clouded over with unbridled fury. A moment later shea jumped into the pool with her, grabbing her and pushing her under the surface. “I’ll KILL you – I’ll KILL you!”

Emma bubbled as she tried to wriggle out of Maria’s grasp. She’d just battled in the pool with one roommate; now she had to take on the other?? She didn’t have time for this or she was going to be late for her date with Brad.

She burbled up to the surface, only to get caught from behind and pushed back under by an enraged, newly invigorated Amy. Now they were both on top of her as Maria cried out, “Drown the bitch!”

Emma bubbled wildly as she slipped out of Amy’s grasp, only for Maria to jump her and force her back under. She could barely take them one at a time, but certainly not while they were ganging up on her. She felt an erotic shudder realizing they were really pissed off with her this time!

Arms and legs went flying as Emma struggled to get back up. She popped up for a breath only to be shoved right back down. This time her roommates began clawing at her clothes, ripping them off her body.

She twisted and struggled, trying to get back up. She would barely pop up for a breath before one or the other would force her right back down. Emma felt an erotic jolt of alarm at the thought they might actually be angry enough to drown her.

Every time she got away from one the other would force her back down. She was tiring rapidly, her pussy throbbing from the erotic struggle and the trouble she was in. They finally got her stretched out between them, each one holding onto an arm.

“Drown the slut!” Amy bellowed, and they forced her head down while holding onto her arms. Emma bubbled wildly, her heart pounding in her chest. Her promiscuous behavior was now threatening to get her into some very serious trouble.

They pulled her back up and she came up coughing and sputtering, water cascading down out of her dark brown hair into her eyes. Her breasts heaved, her nipples painfully erect as her lungs cried out for some time to recuperate. But her roommates were having none of that…

“I’m sorry, ok? I’ll call Brad and cancel – BLUB!” and back down she went.

“Damn right you’re going to cancel, bitch!” Amy declared. “Because we’re going to drown your ass in the fucking pool!”

Emma bubbled and thrashed about, unable to hold her breath. Air spewed out of her mouth as her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to be allowed to get up for a breath and stay at the surface for a while to compose herself!

They angrily jerked her upright, causing her to gasp and sputter… “Please…. I’m sorry… Let me out…”

“You want out, you little slut?”

“Yes… Please…”

“I say we drown the bitch,” Amy told her roommate. Maria nodded in agreement as they forced her right back down into the water.

Emma shuddered as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Her eyes rolled as air spewed freely out of her mouth. Then her roommates pulled her back up. She came up dazed and disoriented.

“Figures,” Amy snorted in disgust. “She just had another orgasm! She is such a SLUT!”

“Please… I’m gonna be… late for my date!”

“Bitch!” Maria declared. “I say we drown her and make it look like an accident!”

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry – blurblurlublrulbu!” This time she was forced under the water and held there, the two roommates grasping onto her arms.

Emma tried to struggle but she was too weak to fight. Besides, it was two-on-one and they had a good grasp of her arms forcing her down. She shivered as she heard them talking up at the surface…

“You really think we should drown her?”

“She’s just going to keep stealing our boyfriends and sucking their cock unless we put a stop to it!”

“Isn’t that murder?”

“Not if she drowns herself by accident! She came out here to do a little skinny-dipping and got tired… or maybe she got a leg cramp!”

“I know! We can put the weight belt on her and toss her into the deep end! We’ll say she got tired and drowned herself!”

“That’ll work!” Amy declared. Then she hollered down at their bubbling roommate, “SUCK WATER, BITCH! SUCK IT – SUCK IT!”

Emma shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. She could feel another orgasm coming on even as her lungs began to heave. She was out of air; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer.

She shook her head again as the roommates kept her head below the surface. Her lungs heaved as her stomach convulsed from lack of air. A moment later panic set in, her body reacting in terror while she kept trying to hold her breath.

She jerked against the grasp they had on her arms. Then she started thrashing about, screaming her breath away. A moment later a wave of intense pleasure swept over her as she orgasmed again from the fear she was experiencing. A moment later her lungs gave out.

Emma began to cough and convulse as she sucked pool water down her throat. Her eyes flew open in horror as she coughed the liquid back out, only to swallow down another lungful. Then she went into painful spasms, coughing and convulsing as her lungs heaved in her chest…

“She’s drowning! Should we bring her back up??”

“No, leave her down! Let the slut drown! It serves her right!”

“She’s really thrashing about!”

“Hold her down!”

Emma shuddered hard, her hands flexing as her feet cocked and curled. Then the fight abruptly bled right out of her as she went limp in their grasp. She stared toward the bottom of the pool with lifeless eyes.

“Let her go and see if she floats,” Amy declared. They released her arms and stepped back. Emma drifted upward to float face down in the pool, an occasional bubble slipping out past her parted lips.

“Go get the weight belt,” Amy instructed. Maria climbed out of the pool and retrieved the belt sitting on the ground underneath a patio table. She brought it back into the water with her.

“Now let’s put it around her waist,” Amy declared. They worked together snugging it tight and making sure it was secure.

“Now let’s get her out into the deep end, Maria.”

They swam her out together, the two of them working to keep her at the surface. Then they let her go right over the top of the drain below. The belt pulled Emma straight to the bottom, her naked body rolling over until she came to rest on her back staring up at the surface with lifeless eyes.

“Serves her right,” Amy said with a satisfied sigh. “Now here’s the deal, ok? We just got home and found her down there; ok, Maria? Now let’s go dry off!”

“Ok, Amy.” Then the two girls got out of the water and went inside, leaving the roommate they’d caught stealing their boyfriends lying naked at the bottom of the deep end of the pool…

© 2005; 2016 (written for Emma Jan 8 ’05; ed. Apr 26 ’16 by Riwa)

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