Mademoiselle 3 (8)

Teri made sure the captain had the best of everything from her establishment. After all, one could not suffer the wrath of the Nazis without risking one’s livelihood. And she owned an elegant restaurant just inside the city limits of Paris.

MademoiselleCaptain Lowen and his officers treated her well along with those of her staff. Therefore she gave explicit instructions not to oppose anything they required. She did not expect anyone to actively assist the Nazis. But neither did she discourage those from choosing to take part in the resistance so long as she was not informed of their activities. That way she would not risk accidentally giving away valuable information.

Her focus was on the business she ran. And since the majority of her patrons were German she did not wish them to close her down, much less send her off to a concentration camp. Those who were taken by the SS were seldom heard from again.

Captain Lowen was not in uniform as he sat dining along, complimenting her on the fine meal. And as usual, she happily took him up to her room for a little something extra after he was finished. After all, it paid to be nice to him because it usually meant she and her staff were left alone to continue making a living during the Nazi occupation.

This evening Teri was dressed appropriately for entertaining, wearing a flowing, lacy red gown with quite a bit of cleavage showing, a garment she could easily slip out of when the time came. She wore bright red lipstick, with that same matching red color painted onto her fingernails and toenails. It accented her red hair, making her quite an alluring French mademoiselle.

The captain was in a sharp looking suit and tie, somewhat unusual for a German officer. But she’d once mentioned how the uniform always jarred and unnerved her. She wasn’t sure if it was out of politeness why he chose not to wear it in her establishment or whether he simply wanted to escape military life for a few hours.

She gave him some brandy as they listened to music on an old Victrola. She allowed him to remove her dress and fondle her breasts. Then as an after dinner treat she went down on him; kneeling in front of him, taking out his cock and then giving him her version of French dessert until he came in her mouth… which she dutifully swallowed.

They made their way over to the divan where they cuddled together in a state of undress, kissing each other while continuing to listen to the music. She asked him very few questions so as not to get herself into trouble on either side of the war. Besides, he was a decent lover, and he often brought her great pleasure in her bedchamber. Being too inquisitive was not a good habit to get into, especially if one valued one’s health.

“Mademoiselle, I must ask you about one of your patrons,” he finally murmured into her ear, “…one Pierre Garcon?”

“The name is unfamiliar to me,” she murmured back. “Let’s not talk shop; shall we, mon petit cheri?”

“But I must know, mademoiselle. The SS have been asking around. It is said he has been seen coming in and out of your establishment. I have heard Major Stubbin of the SS is a very hard man to deal with. I most certainly would hate for you to fall into his evil clutches over something so trite as the knowledge of a single, solitary individual.”

She nibbled on his ear, purring happily as he fingered her wet pussy. She had heard of this major, had heard how dangerous he could truly be. “If you should see this major,” she murmured, nuzzling his neck, “you can tell him I am not aware of such a man entering my establishment. I suppose it’s possible he may have come in while I was up here in my room… or perhaps while I was out shopping in the city. In any event, I have no knowledge of this man or why he would even haunt my establishment unless he is hungry for some fine French cuisine.”

“I am afraid for you, ma petit cheri,” he told her, the concern evident in his voice. “He claims to have information that leads him to believe there are those in this establishment helping the resistance.”

“There is no one I am aware of in my establishment engaged in such an activity, Herr Captain. Besides, it would certainly not be good for business to have such persons skulking around, would it not?”

“Are you sure, fraulein? He seems to think otherwise.”

“This major of whom you speak seems to be a very suspicious sort.”

“He has reason to be. The resistance is very active; members have been seen going in and out of your establishment.”

“I cannot control who walks in and out of my business, Herr Captain. I do not know everyone who passes through my doors, nor do I have such desire to know. In this day and age knowledge is a most dangerous weapon.”

“Indeed, mademoiselle… VERY dangerous. And I think you are a very poor liar.”

“What?” But she could get out nothing further as a hands suddenly wrapped tightly around her neck and began to squeeze.

He forced her to her feet, backing her into the bedroom as she rasped and gurgled. “You must speak, fraulein,” he said in a quiet, ominous tone. “You must tell me the truth before you endanger yourself.” Then he let go. She coughed as she rubbed her neck, eyeing him with great shock.

“You have never treated me this way before, Herr Captain. Have I done something to displease you?”

“You have not answered my questions, fraulein.”

“But I know nothing, Herr Captain!”

He slapped her face hard, spinning her around. It happened so fast she had no advance warning. She looked at him aghast, her eyes wide with alarm as she instinctively rubbed where he had slapped her.

He suddenly reached out and cruelly smacked her breasts, causing her to yelp in pain. Then he lashed out again, grabbing her neck once more and starting to squeeze. “You are lying, fraulein,” he growled with deadly menace. “The major does not tolerate liars.”

“I’m not… lying!” she gasped, struggling to breathe.

He abruptly let go of her neck again, only to slap her face once more as she tried to gasp for breath. She went spinning around, tumbling onto the bed on her back. In a flash he was on top of her, his hands once more finding her vulnerable throat as he quietly murmured, “Mademoiselle, I find your lack of candor troubling.”

“I speak… the truth!” she rasped. Then she yelped as he slid his dick inside her. This time it actually hurt!

He started raping her as he squeezed her neck even more, thrusting hard as he brutally fucked her… deliberately hurting her. “The Major does not suffer liars,” he hissed at her.

“Tell… the major…” she started to gasp.

“But I AM the major, fraulein!”

Teri gasped in horror, her eyes flying open with horrible realization. Was it true?? Had she been entertaining the Major of the SS unawares this entire time in her eating establishment??

She had no idea what he might have learned from her being as how she knew so little. But he didn’t seem to care. He just raped her harder, thrusting brutally inside her pussy while taking what he wanted.

This was not the lovemaking she was used to in days gone by. But the revelation made sense now. Had any of their previous meetings and intimate encounters been anything more than him “pumping” her for what little information she might have possessed?? She suspected not. This evil man was all business and little more, other than obtaining what pleasures he could get for himself.

“Major, I – AWK!”

She stiffened and shuddered, struggling to pull a breath of air into her tortured lungs as he cruelly squeezed her neck. Then he let her go and she gasped for breath, only for him to backhand her hard across the face. She cried out from the blow, her vision swirling as she began to tremble from the dangerous “quicksand” she now found herself sinking into.

“Filthy schlampe!” he snarled at her, calling her a slut in his native tongue. “We shall see what information you have been giving the leaders of the resistance!” Then he rolled her over onto her hands and knees.

She cried out as he pushed his hard cock into her anus. She started to scream, only for him to clamp a hand over her mouth. “Filthy partisan!” he hissed into her ear. “We of the SS know how to take care of hündinnen like you!” Then he raped her ass as his hands found her neck once more, choking her all over again.

Teri rasped and gurgled, struggling to breathe. The bastard was going to choke her to death as he raped her!! She had no idea she’d been hosting the notorious major of the SS in her establishment!! Why hadn’t somebody warned her; didn’t anybody KNOW the man by sight enough to enlighten her as to who she’d been entertaining??

She felt him cry out as he pumped his seed into her ass. Then her vision started to cloud over as he choked her into unconsciousness, her eyes rolling just before she passed out. The last thing she was aware of was him finishing pounding her ass so very, very hard…

Teri was surprised to regain consciousness. When she did she discovered she was no longer in her room, much less back at her establishment. She was sitting naked in a wooden chair with armrests in a plain looking room with white walls. Her arms were secured to the armrests; she was not going anywhere.

The door swung open a couple minutes later and her captain walked in. This time he was wearing his full SS uniform – all black with medals all over as well as those ugly black jack boots. A red armband on his left arm brandished the swastika she intensely disliked over what it stood for. The entire uniform caused her to shudder with fear and revulsion.

She looked at him with fright, wondering what he was going to do to her now. She doubted she had anything meaningful to offer him. By now he’d probably already learned what little she DID know; anything more probably wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans.

“I’m sorry about your clothes, fraulein,” he told her as he started to remove his gloves, “…they seem to have been lost during transport.”

She trembled again, wondering who had seen her naked body while she had been hauled here against her will. She wondered what kind of torture she would be subjected to before she was sent back to her establishment. Funny the way she harbored that hope. But she truly believed he would learn so little as to consider her not worth any future investment of his time and would ultimately let her go.

“Not even a robe, Herr Captain?” she asked, feeling a little defiance coming on as she used the title he’d been giving her in her restaurant. “Aren’t you going to be a little more thoughtful about all this?”

“Schlampe!” he declared, striking her in the face with one of his gloves. Then he stepped in front of her menacingly.

“I would not be so worried about your attire right now if I were you. After all, we did not complete our little talk back in your room, ma petit cheri. I wish to renew our discussion.”

“I seriously doubt I have much to offer you,” she told him, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fear she was experiencing. “But you may ask your questions. Then I need to get back to running my business.”

“You may not even HAVE a business by the time I get through with you, fraulein! Now to the business at hand! Pierre Garcon… Gaston Lorning… Maurice Letruse… these men have been seen inside your establishment.”

“These names are unfamiliar to me, Herr Captain. I’m sorry but I’m afraid I cannot be of more help. But if you release me I’m sure I can show my gratitude to you in other more pleasurable ways.” She was starting to feel more confident now… maybe even a bit playful with him. Maybe she could charm him into letting her go.

“You had best try again, mademoiselle. I do not tolerate lairs in this building, a fact that is well known among my subordinates. And I suggest you start referring to me by my proper rank.”

“It is the truth, mon petit cheri. These names are unfamiliar to me.”

“You refuse to cooperate?”

“I refuse to speculate upon that of which I have no knowledge about.”

“Does this mean our time here has come to an end?” She shivered at the menace in the tone of his remark.

“Perhaps it has, Herr Major. I wish I could be of more help. But if you would like to escort me back to my business I can certainly have my people whip up a soufflé for you to enjoy… perhaps a chocolate mousse for your troubles?”

“A noble offer, fraulein.” Then he stepped behind her.

Teri stiffened, not knowing what he was going to do next. A moment later she felt a thin cord come around her throat. Almost immediately he pulled it tight, cutting off her breath as well as her circulation.

“Are you sure you have no information for me, fraulein?” he breathed ominously into her ear. “Otherwise our time in here could be very short indeed.”

She rasped and gurgled, thrashing about in the chair. Was he actually going to kill her? She might not live to even make it back inside her establishment! Then her world started to go dim as she wet herself.

“I don’t know,” he mused thoughtfully behind her, keeping the tension in the cord. “Perhaps you can yet be persuaded.”

“NOT IF YOU KILL ME FIRST!” her mind screamed. “OHGAWD; HE’S REALLY GOING TO KILL ME!” Then she shuddered as she passed out again…

Teri was dimly aware of being freed from the chair, dimly aware of being half dragged out of the room in her nudity. She was taken to another room where she was strung up by her wrists to something up in the ceiling. Oddly the Spartan room contained nothing more than a rough looking trough of water three feet wide and three feet deep.

There was the sound of a pulley as she was pulled up into the air by her wrists until her toes no longer touched the floor. Then she helplessly swayed back and forth, grunting and whimpering with fright. That’s when the major came up to her, stopping her naked body from swaying long enough to grab her by her chin.

“I suggest you tell me what you know, fraulein,” he warned her. “Gruber here really enjoys his work!”

She looked over to see a fat, sweaty shirtless man with a whip in his hand. His face was red as though he suffered from high blood pressure. Then the major stepped away and nodded at him.

Gruber swung the whip in her direction, causing it to wrap around her waist with a painful sting. Teri screamed in agony, her body jerking and shuddering enough to set her to swaying back and forth. Then the major smiled at her as he stepped forward.

“Do you see how efficient my sergeant is, ma petit cheri? He has had many years to develop his craft. Perhaps you would like to feel more?”

“No! Major; I know nothing; I SWEAR it!”

“Nothing? How odd! Ok, Gruber; I believe she would like more.”

He stepped out of the way and smiled as the sergeant swung the whip a second time. This time it wrapped around her chest. The tip swung all the way around and stung her breasts with a sharp crack. Teri jerked and then screamed again.

“Herr Major; I know nothing!” she cried out. “I do not know these men of whom you speak – AAIEEEE!!” This time the whip wrapped around her waist until the tip amazingly stung her dripping pussy.

Teri jerked again as she swung back and forth from the rope in the ceiling. She sobbed and whimpered, trembling as she hung there. “Well, ma petit cheri?” the major asked in soothing tones. “Does this loosen your lips?”

“I know… nothing of… these men. Perhaps you have… the wrong establishment – AAIIEEEEEE!!” The next one wrapped around her chest, stinging her tits again.

“Such a stubborn, how you say… bitch?” Then he turned to his sadistic sergeant.

“Herr Gruber; you may proceed. I will be back after sufficient time has passed for you to enjoy yourself. Meanwhile, if mademoiselle gets thirsty please see that she receives something to drink.” He nodded at the trough and then turned one last time toward his naked charge.

“I will give you some time alone with Herr Gruber, ma petit cheri. I hope the time will be well spent.” Then he abruptly walked out the door.

“Thank you, Herr Major!” sergeant Gruber nodded at the SS man’s backside as he left the room. Then he turned and grinned wickedly at the trembling naked woman hanging by her wrists gently swaying back and forth.

“MAJOR, DON’T LEAVE ME!” Teri cried out at the closing door. Then the shirtless man swung the whip again.

She screamed before it landed… continued screaming long after it had bit into her left breast. Then she cried out again for the major to return. But the door did not reopen.

The whip sang out again, leaving a welt on her bare buttocks. She screamed once more, her naked body jerking and swaying. Then the whip sang out yet again, this time stinging her pussy something fierce. Teri screamed up at the heavens, but she was certain those guardian angels up there must have turned their backs on her to allow her to be subjected to such torment.

The whip sang out again and again and again. Wicked red welts blossomed all over her tits, her ass, even her waist. Amazingly he seemed to know how to swing the damned thing in order to hit her pussy just right!!

She cried; she screamed; she begged for mercy. She had no idea who the men were the sadistic major wanted information about, other than they had to be a part of the resistance. It hurt like hell, but she wasn’t sure she would have told him anything even if she had known something useful! Surely they would receive the same treatment she was now undergoing if they were ever arrested… whoever they were!

The whippings continued for the better part of an hour until she was exhausted and feeling half dead. That’s when Gruber came over and took her down. He smelled horrible, but she was too weak to make any attempt to keep him away much less attempt an escape.

He tied her arms roughly behind her back. Then he walked her over to the trough. She was thirsty; a drink would certainly do her good. Besides, Gruber smelled like he hadn’t bathed in quite a long time!

He suddenly bent her over and pushed her head down into the trough with a splash. The water was bracingly cold; it snapped her wide awake as she cried out in a flurry of bubbles. Her head was jerked back up and she gasped madly for breath, cold water cascading out of her hair to stream down her face.

Her head was forced downward again despite her best efforts to resist. The water was cold as hell; she nearly inhaled! She cried out as she bubbled her breath away until he pulled her head back up.

She gasped wildly for breath, all the while sensing some sort of movement behind her. Then she thought she felt his prick push into her shamefully wet pussy. “Sergeant; NO!” she cried out, only for her head to be forced back down into the water. Then he started to fuck her while she was forced to hold her breath.

Teri screamed again as she bubbled her breath away until her lungs were empty. She tried to fight him off, but he was much too strong for her. Then he jerked her head up out of the water by a handful of her red hair, raping her mercilessly.

She gasped and sputtered, trying to keep from sobbing. Then he pushed her head back down. It was terribly cold but at least she’d had a split-second to refill her tortured lungs first.

He raped her hard and fast as though the goal was to see just how many times he could ram his cock inside her in the span of a few seconds. Teri grunted and bubbled, her crimson strands flowing all around her head. Then he jerked her head back up, allowing her to cough and sputter and gasp for breath again. Oddly he never bothered asking any questions.

The humiliation of being fucked and dunked was almost more than she could bear. She was starting to wish for the major’s return, wondering what she could tell him… if she could even get away with making up a story to escape this sadistic torture. Then she felt Gruber adjust his grip, the move indicating her head was about to go back down into the trough.

“Sergeant; WAIT!” she wailed. Then she inhaled a split-second before she was shoved back down. The shock of the cold water made her cry out a bubbly scream of humiliation.

She could feel a perverse arousal from her horrible situation start to rise up within her. The SS bastard was thrusting unbelievably hard, thrusting as though he wanted to hurt her! And her body was beginning to respond, beginning to betray her!

She was pulled up for another breath, gasping like crazy. “STOP, HERR SERGEANT!” she shrieked. He just grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her head back down into the water until she was bubbling like crazy. Her lungs heaved in protest as she wondered just how long this was going to go on before the crazy German bastard simply decided to drown her…

“You’re sure?” the major said into the receiver. “You’re absolutely certain of this? And the bitches have already been hanged naked? I would have enjoyed seeing that. Pity. Thank you for the call, Herr Captain. Heil Hitler!” Then he hung up the phone.

Interesting. It appeared the lovely lady he’d been screwing all these months while dining at her establishment appeared to be telling the truth after all. Obviously she knew nothing about these three men; it was a mix-up in the information he’d been given as to the establishment they’d been frequenting. In fact, there was no concrete evidence of any sort of resistance activity at her business at all!

He shook his head, chuckling how he had misjudged her. Still… he could not help but doubt the fraulein’s total innocence in all this. After all, she was a French woman living forcibly within occupied territory. Was anyone truly innocent in these matters?

He smiled as he considered whose hands he’d left her in. Gruber was totally competent… and he thoroughly enjoyed his work. Hell, she might even derive some small enjoyment out of it!

The question now was what to do with her. Surely he could not let her go back to her establishment as though nothing had happened. No, perhaps it was best to carry on with pretenses despite the information he’d received. She would be tortured until she confessed to something. And if she didn’t confess? Well, he was certain something could be arranged for the stubborn fraulein.

Major Stubbin pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking a deep drag as he considered the French woman who was now entertaining the good sergeant. It was possible she knew something, even if it was no more than a morsel or two. Perhaps she might have something valuable to contribute to the war effort so long as he gave her just enough quality alone-time with the sergeant…

He was relentless, fucking her pussy again and again while dunking her head in the trough. Teri was half drowned, coughing and sputtering. What embarrassed her was the sensations swelling inside her. She was getting close to orgasming from her humiliating ordeal!

The sergeant pulled her head up out of the water, allowing her to gasp for breath. Teri felt him slide out of her pussy; thank gawd the rape was over! Then she felt him push the head of his dick against a more intimate opening.

Teri started to tremble, shaking her head and mumbling for the sergeant not to do it. She did not want to be violated in this manner. In fact, she had not even permitted the major during his impersonation as the good captain to enter her thusly!

She cried out as he forced his way in. Then her head was forced back into the trough and the cold water awaiting her. Teri screamed and bubbled as her ass was brutally violated. It hurt like hell; oh, how it hurt!

He seemed to care not a whit as to her situation. And he still asked her no questions! He pounded her relentlessly until she was sure he was going to drown her! Then he pulled her head out of the water, allowing her to gasp wildly for breath.

Teri coughed and sputtered, her body trembling from the pain of her whipping while shuddering from his anal assault. Her tits heaved, her nipples so painfully hard from being submerged in cold water. She begged him to stop, told him she would willingly fuck him if he stopped! In response he cruelly forced her head back down into the water, submerging her tits as he continued to brutalize her ass.

Teri screamed bubbles from the rape… screamed from the humiliation of her violation. She also cried out from the shame of the sensations that continued to swell within her, carnal sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. It was bad enough he was raping her ass; she did not want to cum as a result of her sexual humiliation!

He pulled her head back up moments before her lungs would have given out. Teri cried out in anguish, gasping in a frantic attempt to get her breath back. The smell of the man was awful; knowing that horrible cock was inside her made it a thousand times worse. Then her head was pushed back down into the water again.

Teri cried out in a froth of bubbles as he pounded her ass. He seemed to be enjoying it, seemed to be fucking her as though he wanted to hurt her! Where the hell was that major; why didn’t he come back and put a stop to all this??!!

He pulled her head back up as though knowing just how much she could take before her lungs gave out. She panted wildly for breath, feeling his cock violating her ass. And it felt like her orgasm was getting closer; she couldn’t seem to stop it!!

It would’ve been so much easier to give up, so much easier simply to succumb before she was subjected to even more agony. But Teri’s body simply refused to give in. And so he shoved her head back down into the cold water of the trough as he raped her ass harder.

Teri screamed into the water, bubbling like crazy as her muscles twitched and clenched reflexively, instinctively milking his savage fuck-tool. She was aware of her body’s response to his assault, shamefully aware of the way her muscles were fucking him back. She wanted to make herself stop, prayed for some way to make herself stop! She even tried to open up her lungs to the cold water of the trough, but she just couldn’t do it!

Her head was abruptly pulled up out of the water again, allowing her to gasp wildly for breath. Then someone blew a cloud of cigarette smoke into her face. The major had returned, a sadistic smile on his face.

“I see you and the sergeant are becoming intimately acquainted, ma petit cheri. Please don’t stop on my account.” Then she cried out as her head was abruptly forced back down into the cold water again.

Teri screamed and bubbled… screamed for the major to make him stop as Gruber pumped her ass with his cock. The fact that the sadistic SS man was looking on as she was being raped only added to her humiliation. It swelled shamefully inside her until it threatened to crest.

Her head was roughly pulled back up and she gasped wildly for breath again. “Herr Gruber; it simply amazes me how long you can prolong their agony. You seem to know the exact moment the body wants to give in and start to drown. Then you pull them up seconds before that moment. You are truly a master of your craft.”

…and then Teri screamed as she was forced back down into the cold water, her ass being brutally raped repeatedly…

She let out a bubbly cry as it swelled within her until it crested and spilled over. Teri’s muscles clenched onto the thrusting cock inside her anal passage, involuntarily milking him as her body exploded in orgasm. She writhed and bubbled in helpless agony, feeling sore all over from the residual pain of her previous whippings. At least the pleasure of her orgasm helped diminish her suffering somewhat.

She felt herself approaching the abyss of oblivion, deciding it was best to give in to it. Then she abruptly shuddered before passing out from the intensity of the agony her body was enduring. Teri went limp in the grasp of the sadistic sergeant.

Gruber pulled her head out of the water, but there was no corresponding gasp for breath. The major grabbed a handful of hair and took a good look into the face of the French woman. He observed the dazed look in the eyes of his mademoiselle, and he smiled with contempt.

“I believe she enjoyed your time together, Herr Gruber. But I she appears to need a moment or two to compose herself. That should give you the time you need to retrieve the plank.”

The sergeant pulled his cock out of her ass, a trickle of cum leaking out as a result. Then he simply let go of her naked body, allowing her to collapse onto the floor in a heap. Teri trembled with her eyes glazed over as her body went into little twitches and spasms. Then she took a little breath, followed by another and then another as the life slowly returned to her eyes.

“I trust you and the sergeant got more acquainted?” the major asked, looking down upon her crumpled form. Teri didn’t respond other than to take one ragged breath after another. Then Gruber returned with a wide plank in his grasp.

He propped it up against the trough at an angle. Then he picked up the French woman as though she were nothing more than a rag doll. He laid her upon the plank where he untied her wrists from behind her back before working to secure her to the plank with her arms wrapped around the wide piece of oak.

“Ma petit cheri, you have been less than helpful,” the major explained. “It seems you know far more than you are telling us. As I have been in your bed many times I DO wish you would treat me more as an intimate, one to whom you can feel comfortable sharing your innermost thoughts and secrets. What do you say, mademoiselle?” Then he grabbed her chin and looked coldly into her eyes.

Teri gasped and shuddered, her body sore all over. Was the major really so stubborn and so clueless as to continue pursuing this despite her obvious lack of knowledge? What was it she was purportedly to have known??

“I know of… no such… men in my… establishment, major.”

“You disappoint me, mademoiselle. Usually you charming ladies are hard to silence… and now you have nothing to say? How odd.” Then he nodded at Gruber.

The sergeant suddenly slid the board along the edge of the trough until Teri found herself hovering over the water below. She turned and looked at the major in growing alarm. Then she began shaking her head… gawd; not the cold water again??

“I must apologize for my negligence, mademoiselle, for not allowing you the time you need for your nightly bath. Allow me.” Then with a nod at Gruber the board was lowered until she was dropped into the trough.

Teri’s body seized up as she lay at an angle in cold water that climbed up to her waist. It covered all the red welts on her chest, tits and stomach from her previously whipping, numbing her from that pain while making her shudder from the cold. She cried out a flurry of bubbles, her nipples returning to their full hardness as her pussy and ass throbbed from the residual sensations of having recently been savagely fucked.

“I must apologize for the lack of soap, ma petit cheri,” the major explained as he looked down upon her submerged upper half. “Here at the SS we have so little time for such luxuries. I guess you’ll just have to enjoy your bath without them.”

Teri began to writhe and bubble, her body becoming numb as her lungs heaved in warning. Gruber leaned on the free end of the plank sticking out of the water. Teri came up out of the cold embrace of liquid, gasping and sputtering for breath as water cascaded off her sore, naked body.

“That bath does not look as pleasant as I thought,” the major observed with feigned sympathy. “Are you SURE you have nothing to tell me, mademoiselle?”

She gasped for breath, her eyes big as she sensed this too was only the beginning of another set of dunkings. Then Gruber lowered the plank back down into the water until she was submerged again. Once more her body seized up from the cold as she started writhing and bubbling.

Every place the whip had left a welt seemed to throb at once. Her pussy and ass ached as her nipples protruded so painfully out of her boobs. If there was anything worse the SS could do to a person she certainly couldn’t imagine what it could be!

Was it longer; had Gruber left her in longer? Was the bastard going to drown her while the major looked on without a care in the world?? Then she was tipped upward out of the water, coughing and sputtering again.

“A most unique way of washing your hair, ma petit cheri,” he observed. “Please explain to me why you think this is much more efficient.”

“Herr Major!” Teri cried out. Then Gruber lowered the plank again. Teri felt it hit the bottom of the trough, her body seizing up yet again. She was amazed she could even hold her breath in all this cold!

Goosebumps broke out all over her flesh. Her nipples were so hard she was afraid the cruel major would be able to break them off on a whim! Her body trembled and shuddered as she struggled to hold her breath.

The cruel sergeant leaned on the end of the plank, bringing her back up to the surface. Water cascaded off her quivering, naked flesh as the red welts that crisscrossed her body throbbed painfully. She gasped for breath twice, gave the major a plaintive look… and was cruelly submerged again!

Down she went, her body once more feeling like it had just seized up on her. Teri wondered if a healthy individual might suffer some sort of heart seizure from all this torture. She had no idea how long they were going to dunk her… only that she prayed it would end soon.

Gruber leaned on his end of the plank, causing her to rise up out of the cold water again. Teri panted weakly for breath, feeling herself becoming numb. At least her body was acclimatizing… or was she starting to slip into hypothermia? She had no idea; was that possible being dunked so often in cold water?

“Gruber, I believe mademoiselle here misses her toys when she bathes. Would you see to it?”

The sergeant grinned, causing Teri to shudder as she wondered what that was all about. Then her end of the plank abruptly dropped into the water. She had no time to get a good breath as she was cruelly submerged yet again.

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw the sergeant leave the room. Where the hell was he going? Would the major lift her out before she drowned? Or would he even bother sullying his hands any further??

She wriggled and squirmed, waiting for the sergeant to return. The major’s eyes seemed to wander; he was starting to look bored. What about her… wasn’t he going to pull her back out? Was this finally it??

She wasn’t sure how long she was forced to hold her breath before Gruber returned. For some reason she was grateful he was not gone long. She sensed she was not long for this earth, but for some reason her body kept fighting to stay alive.

Gruber seemed to hand a couple of objects over to the major. Then he pushed down on his end of the plank. Teri came up out of the water, coughing and sputtering while trying to get her breath back.

“Oh, these are excellent, Herr Gruber!” the major observed. “The lady should be most appreciative. Which one do you wish to start with first?”

He hefted them both in his hands as Teri panted heavily for breath. They looked ominous, and she did not have a clear line of vision to see what they were. Gruber simply dropped her into the trough again with a startled cry before reaching out to take one from the major.

Teri moaned and bubbled, struggling in vain to free herself from the plank she was secured to. Was the water getting warmer; was she getting more acclimatized? Or was she becoming numb, running a grave risk of hypothermia? Did it really matter anymore, considering this was probably how they intended to kill her?

She felt something push against her anus, felt Gruber slowly twist it into her ass. It hurt like hell and she screamed her breath away. He abruptly leaned into the plank, lifting her out of the trough before she would have drowned.

Teri yelped and whimpered, panting wildly to get her breath back. I suggest you get yourself a really good breath, mademoiselle,” the major suggested. “This might hurt a little.” Then Gruber started to lower her back down into the water.

Teri quickly gulped down a lungful of air. Then she was submerged again as her end of the plank went all the way to the bottom of the trough. Then Gruber started twisting the object in her ass again.

She wriggled and squirmed; she writhed and bubbled. Then Teri screamed in agony. The farther it was pushed inside, the bigger it felt… and therefore the worse it hurt!

With a hard thrust it was soon seated inside her ass. Teri screamed again, bubbles spewing out of her mouth. The plank was tipped up until she came up out of the water gasping and sputtering again.

“P-p-please, m-m-major,” she whimpered. “I know n-n-nothing!”

“Surely you know something, ma petit cheri. Perhaps you’d like the other object now?” And with a nod at Gruber the plank started to go down into the water again.

Teri inhaled deeply; she just couldn’t help herself. She wanted to live… or rather her body did! It was instinctive; perhaps it was a desire to stay alive until such time as she thought she might be rescued or the major simply got bored with her and let her go. But something inside her told her they’d passed the point where that was even a remote possibility.

Something was pushed into her pussy, making her wriggle and squirm again as she bubbled in agony. It did not feel as bad as the massively uncomfortable object now residing in her ass. But that only made her worry this device held a secret far more painful than the one up her bum.

She certainly was being left in the water for a long time; her lungs were starting to scream at her. Were they going to allow her up for a breath? Or was the object going to explode in her pussy, perhaps catapulting her into eternity?

Gruber leaned on the plank again, lifting her up out of the water. Her nipples were so hard they felt numb from the pain. Her bloody red welts all over her naked body felt like they were fusing together into one massive blanket of agony.

“Is that better, ma petit cheri?” the major asked soothingly. “No?? Very well. Gruber will adjust it for you.”

Teri’s eyes flew open in alarm at those words. A moment later the plank lowered her back down into the water. She filled her lungs with air just in time before she was dunked back into the cold water of the trough.

She felt Gruber reach between her legs for the object in her pussy. Then she felt some discomfort. Wait; was it starting to get bigger inside her??

Her eyes got even bigger as she struggled to hold her breath. The pain was bad again in her pussy, worse than when she was being raped! What had he put inside her that was making it swell with pain??

Her head twisted from side to side as she bubbled her breath away, her face wincing in agony. It certainly would have been better to give in and drown herself, but still her lungs would not give out. She continued holding her breath as once more that humiliating sensation of arousal began to swell within her. Gawd; she was going to cum again despite all this torture and agony!!

She didn’t think she was going to last another second before Gruber leaned on the end of the plank, lifting her back out of the trough. She gasped mightily for breath, whimpering and groaning with pain. The major just looked at her with a sad little smile before reaching out to pat her on the forehead. Then Gruber lowered her right back down, causing her to frantically gasp for breath before she went down.

Her body did not seize quite so badly this time, she was getting used to the cold. Then Gruber reached down between her legs again. The object in her pussy began to swell uncomfortably, her eyes getting bigger and bigger until it really hurt! Even her ass was throbbing painfully!

She was pulled out of the water, allowed to catch her breath for a few moments… lowered back down. Then the object in her pussy was adjusted until it felt like it had swollen even larder. Now she truly was in agony! She bubbled her breath away and was lifted back up moments before she would have given in to the inevitable.

“I believe she needs some alone-time with her toys, Herr Gruber,” the major instructed the sergeant. “Please finish your task so we can leave her alone for a few minutes.”

Gruber nodded as he swung the plank over until it was fully resting on the sides of the trough. Teri whimpered, but at least she wouldn’t be dropping into that cold water again. Then the sergeant reached between her legs and…

“AAAIEEEEEEEE!!!”

It was as though he was twisting on something to make the object in her pussy swell to an unbearable size. She wailed; she screamed; she begged the major to relieve her suffering; she promised to divulge all. But the sergeant and the major calmly walked away and left the room.

Teri screamed from the agony in her holes, screamed as her body thrashed about involuntarily. It hurt like hell and there was no relief! Every inch of her felt like it was on fire; all the welts from the whippings, the agony in her lungs from her repeated dunkings, the raging torture that now enveloped both her holes.

She cried; she screamed; she begged; she pleaded. Then she screamed some more. The pain was unbearable; she would have done anything to make it stop.

How long had it been… minutes … hours? Time had no meaning for her. It felt like it had been ages… and yet it felt like it had only just started, making her think she was doomed to suffer like this for all eternity.

She heard the door open… and still she screamed. She saw Gruber and the major walk in… and yet she could not stop screaming. “Au revoir, ma petit cheri,” the major told her with a very sadistic look in his eyes. Then Gruber angled the plank over the center of the trough before lowering her back down into the water.

Teri felt the cold jolt her as she tried to hold her breath. But the pain in her holes was unrelenting. Then it was torn out of her lungs, a bubbly scream of agony.

Her lungs emptied and she instinctively inhaled. Instantly her body began bucking and jerking, all caught up in the throes of drowning. She tried to scream from the pain, but her lungs were flooding and all that came out was a painful gurgle.

Teri was dimly aware she was cumming… cumming while she was drowning. It was the ultimate indignity after all that had been done to her. To cum in front of these two sadistic SS men was the culmination of her torture.

She shuddered hard, grunting and gurgling as her body thrashed about. Then she began to settle down aside from a few stray muscles spasming and twitching. She stared upward at the ceiling, her mouth open wide in a rictus of great pain. Then the life flickered out of her eyes as the last of the air in her lungs began streaming out past her parted lips to trickle upward to the surface of the trough.

“I do believe she appreciated the toys you brought her, Herr Gruber,” the major told him. “My compliments to your efforts. Expect a bonus in your pay next week.”

“Many thanks, Herr Major,” he replied. Then he motioned at the unmoving body in the water…

“What shall I do with mademoiselle?”

“Allow her the rest of the evening to enjoy her bath. Then take her down and throw her in the river. Surely anyone who comes across her body will understand the wisdom of cooperating with the SS once they see how we interrogated her.”

“Heil Hitler!” the sergeant proclaimed in a stiff salute. Then they left the room, leaving Teri alone at the bottom of the trough as the waters became still…

© 2016 (written for Teri Jan 28 ’16 by riwa)

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Reparations 4.1 (18)

It all started when a group of Jamaicans demanded reparations for the slave trade from the United States and the United Kingdom. Naturally those countries turned them down. To be honest I would have turned them down too as that was so many years ago. But I guess that little country was taking it seriously… or at least a certain group of them certainly were.

A bunch of men stormed a compound on the Eastern side of the island, taking several women as hostages. They promised to hang one every few days unless their demands were met. This really caused a lot of tension between the countries involved as the women were from the US.

A series of negotiations were started, but for the most part they went for naught. They were not going to get any money, yet they were determined to hang one of the girls unless they did. I found the whole thing a little ridiculous, but I also found it terribly arousing.

With my connections I somehow managed to contact the embassy. I told them I would fly to Jamaica to assist with the negotiations. And if that failed then I was willing to give my life in exchange for the release of some of the hostages. Frankly I’m amazed they agreed.

As soon as my sister found out about what I’d done she tried to put a stop to it. She told me I was crazy as a loon to leave my family like that and that I was going only because of some of my deep, dark hanging fantasies. She asked me if this was my way of playing them out, but I told her it was none of her business and that I knew what I was doing. That’s when she told me she was coming along to make sure I was all right despite my numerous objections.

I came up with some excuse telling everyone I should be back in eight to ten days. Then we flew out of London and arrived in Kingston where we were escorted by limo to the outside of the compound where the hostages were being kept. I told them I was willing to enter freely of my own accord so long as they released some of the hostages. When my sister couldn’t talk me out of my crazy plan, she told me she was going inside with me no matter what.

I guess it helped because when they found out they were getting two willing hostages they actually released eight of their prisoners. I figured it was all worth it, especially if my actions had saved the lives of four women with my sister saving the lives of four more. But naturally I was worried about her safety more than my own.

Once inside we were under the complete control of the rebels. They searched us to make sure we were not carrying any concealed weapons or any kind of listening devices. They even stripped us nude.

It was a little embarrassing, especially for my sister. But I loved the way some of those men gawked at my naked body. Maybe it was because we were so white and their skin was so dark.

After we dressed we were marched right in to see the commanding general where I wasted no time telling them I would hang for them all if the negotiations failed. My sister immediately blurted out that she would have none of that so long as she was present, although I told her we no longer had any choice in the matter. That’s when she sighed before announcing with a sense of resignation that she would hang right alongside me if it came to that.

I was astonished at her decision, as was the general who was stunned at our bravery. Or maybe he was shocked at our foolhardiness. Maybe he thought we had a crazy death wish or something because up ‘til now there had been no budging on the negotiations from either side.

After promising we would not try to escape and that we would be available for anything required of us, we were both given a rather comfortable room. I immediately changed into a sexy bathing suit as it was rather hot outside. I was determined to use the nice pool we’d seen on our way through the compound.

My sister thought I was crazy showing off my body like that. But for some inexplicable reason she decided to wear something similar. Then we both hit the pool for some sun and cool water as it was an extremely warm day.

It didn’t take long before we attracted the attention of several of the guards. I didn’t mind one bit, especially since we were unarmed and were absolutely no threat to them whatsoever. Actually I rather liked the attention we were receiving.

It wasn’t long until I noticed a couple of them were sporting rather huge bulges. I’d heard the stories about some of the darker skinned lads having large cocks, and I was curious to find out. So I climbed out of the water, knelt in front of the nearest guard and pulled his cock out, much to the consternation of my sister.

It was huge; it was glorious; it made me wet with longing! “Oh lighten up, love!” I admonished her. “We’re going to hang anyway, so we might as well have a little fun before we die!” Then I took that gorgeous hunk of man meat into my mouth.

It was quite a chore, but somehow I managed to get his nine inches all the way down my throat. To help him along I pulled off my bikini top and allowed him to grope my tits. My sister just shook her head at me, muttering something along the lines of “I don’t believe this rubbish!” Then to my complete and utter shock she also knelt in front of a nearby guard, pulled his cock out and then started to suck his as well!!

Well there we were… two slutty sisters sucking on huge dicks right there along the side of the pool! Those guards must have thought they’d died and gone to heaven! Sis even took her top off and flashed her boobs at her man, grunting and gurgling as that big black cock pushed all the way down her throat.

It wasn’t long until both guards grunted. They pulled out of our mouths and started spurting all over our boobs. I swear, it was such an incredible feeling being treated like that! Even sis seemed to get off on it!

More guards came around, but we willingly serviced them all. Then the general came around wanting to know what the bloody hell was going on. I told him since we were going to hang anyway we had both decided we wanted to enjoy our last days as much as possible.

Apparently this must have really made him appreciate our presence as well as our willingness to hang because our quarters were upgraded almost immediately. We ended up with a suite with two large bedrooms, a place usually reserved for the general’s aide. We also got all the food and drink we wanted, complete with champagne and caviar.

After a while a couple of the guards came around to our new quarters. Apparently they wanted a little more attention than the blowjobs we had freely passed out back at the pool. So I took one into my bedroom, not caring a wit what my sister did with hers. Then I went to town sucking on that glorious cock he was sporting.

I really went down on him until it gagged my throat. Then I got buck naked before climbing onto the bed and inviting him to join me. He was on top of me in no time, ramming that enormous dick of his hard up my pussy!

You have no idea how he filled me! I tried to hold it back for as long as possible as it felt so bloody good. Then he started cumming inside me.

When I felt his hot seed in my pussy I screamed my bloody head off in orgasm. At first I think I scared the guard… until I told him he had just made me cum and cum loudly. I think he appreciated my enthusiasm.

A couple moments later I heard a similar scream of ecstasy coming from my sister’s bedroom. I smiled inwardly, knowing she was probably getting it just as good as I had just gotten it! We must have been the luckiest sisters on the entire island!!

The two guards finally left, so my sister and I headed back out to the pool to cool off. This time we didn’t even bother wearing our suits. I figured there was no need, considering we were probably going to be hanging within a few days anyway. What was the point of being so modest when we were going to be dead soon?!

As it got later in the evening the lights came on to the pool area. A couple more guards showed up, so my sister and I playfully invited them to join us for a swim. When they got naked I saw to our delight that we had another couple of big cocks to play with – eight or nine inches each at least!

I let my man grope my tits before going down and sucking his big dick underwater. I gagged up huge bubbles, which I think he liked very much. Then he turned me around and gave me a good, hard fucking from behind.

I loved it so much that I lowered my head into the water and blew bubbles for him as he gave me a good, hard fucking with that big dick of his. It’s a good thing I was underwater because it soon crested inside me until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Then I screamed my orgasm underwater with a massive eruption of bubbles as he filled me with his hot seed.

I lifted my head up out of the water and got my breath back, only to observe my sister lying naked on a cushioned patio lounger. She was really getting a pounding by the guard she was taking on. “Oh Dorothy; it feels so GOOD!” she cried out. Then she screamed in orgasm as he let out a loud cry of release.

After that we both became pretty popular with the guards. We entertained them day and night, sucking and fucking until we ended up with screaming orgasms. Then we started taking them on in twos and threes.

One afternoon I took three cocks out by the pool while my sister watched. I had one in my mouth and one in my pussy as I stretched out on the guard below me. Then another one entered my arse from behind, really stretching me!

For a moment it hurt like bloody hell. But the pain soon gave way to sheer bliss knowing I was taking on three big black cocks all at once. I rocketed off into heaven, screaming my orgasms over and over again while my jealous sister watched in awe.

When they were finally finished with me I found myself panting madly for breath. I guess sis was so jealous that she called them all over to her so she could start sucking and stroking those three big cocks. Watching her take on all that big, black meat was such a turn-on!!

Soon she was on all fours, sucking on the dick in front while taking one in her pussy from behind doggy-style. Then the third guard wanted her ass. So the one in her pussy stretched out on the patio lounger on his back while my sister climbed aboard and impaled herself on his meat. Then the third one slowly pushed into her arse until all three had her the same way they had just enjoyed me.

At first she screamed bloody murder trying to take on all those huge cocks. Then she started screaming with joy. “BLOODY HELL; I’M CUMMING!” she shrieked, and her cries were so loud I swear she disturbed the whole compound with her screams of ecstasy.

It was like that for seven fun-filled days. We took all the cock we could handle, drank champagne by the gallon, and feasted on caviar as well as the finest foods on the island. We acted like sluts but were treated like queens. It was seven glorious days.

On the eighth day the general came to us with a sad face. He told us the negotiations had not gone anywhere and that he was going to have to hang us to make his point as to how serious he was. I told him I’d been expecting this and was fully prepared to go to the gallows.

I made one small request, asking that he spare my sister. “Oh no!” she declared. “I’m with you ‘til the end, love! If you’re going to hang then I’m going to hang too!”

“Then it’s settled ladies,” the general told us solemnly. “You will hang nude late this afternoon out in the public courtyard. There will be cameras recording this for all the world to see just how serious we are. Now, do you have any last requests before the hanging?”

“Only one,” I giggled impishly. “Could the guards pay us one last visit?”

“Dorothy!!??” my sister blurted out in dismay. “Slut to the end, eh?” Then she laughed, telling the general to make sure she got a couple of the good ones for herself as well.

“You are very brave, ladies,” he told us as he stood up. “You shall be buried with the finest military honors as deserving such bravery and gallantry.”

“All for a couple of sluts?” I asked innocently.

“Yes, ladies; all for a couple of sluts!” he laughed. Then we were dismissed.

We went back to our rooms, ate a great lunch and then headed to the pool naked for one last swim. Sure enough, the guards started showing up. They loved us and told us how sad they were going to be once we hung in the courtyard. I just told them to enjoy our noose-dance and to imagine our naked bodies fucking them while we strangled to death.

My sister gasped in alarm at the mental image I had just painted for her. But I just chuckled at her, telling her I’d warned her but that she just wouldn’t listen. “Then I guess we’ll BOTH hang as sluts!” she replied, sounding a lot braver than I think she felt.

We swam and played and fucked and frolicked, sucking all the cock we could handle until it was time for us to report for our hanging. We both had cum dripping out of our holes, but neither one of us cared all that much. We’d been drinking and fucking ourselves silly, so what difference would it make? We were going to end up dead anyway!

We went willingly, a couple of cum-dripping whores as the guards marched us naked out into the courtyard where we saw a gallows had been erected. But instead of a cross beam, there were two posts with two poles jutting out in front. A couple of wheels or valves were attached to the back of each post, and I wondered what purpose those were to serve. We were soon to find out.

A couple of cameras were set up as we were marched over to the steps. All the guards were in attendance along with the remaining hostages. There were eight girls we had failed to rescue, which made me feel bad for them. But I hoped maybe someone else would come in the next few days and help set them free.

The general was there in full dress uniform as we were marched up the steps. Then we took our places in front of each dangling noose. But strangely there was no trap door… and there wasn’t a stool to stand upon either!

Our wrists were bound behind our backs and the nooses were looped around our necks. “This is crazy, love,” my sister murmured in a trembling voice.

“I know,” I replied, “but it’ll all be over soon.”

“Are you scared or excited?”

“Both, love… and I just wet myself.” I could actually feel piss and cum trickling down the inside of my legs.

“Me too,” she added with a grim nod of her head. But I think she found it somewhat amusing considering we were about to hang despite the fact we were both totally nude and humiliated from the cum dripping out of our well-fucked holes.

“Do the prisoners have any last words?” the general asked us. I could tell by the tone in his voice he actually seemed a little sorry to see us hang.

“We are here of our own free will!” I called out in a trembling voice. Then I looked out at the guards standing at attention and smiled at them all.

“I love each and every one of you lads! Thanks for a great week of sucking and fucking! I don’t know how many orgasms I’ve enjoyed, but I thank you all! Now enjoy watching how a couple of sluts hang for your pleasure!!”

There was a loud “HURRAH!” until the general turned and glared angrily at them, causing them all to settle right down. I looked over at the prisoners and saw some of the women staring at us in astonishment. Then I heard my sister speak…

“It’s been a bloody good week for me too, sir. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard! Now I stand here willing to hang with my sister, so I guess that makes me a slut too!” Her voice was trembling as she spoke, but she was acting rather brave about the whole thing.

“Executioners?” the general demanded with a nod and a wave of his hand. Two guards in hoods stepped behind us to those tall posts where they each grabbed onto those big wheels. “Me first,” I heard my sister breathe to the guard behind her. That’s when I got the shakes something fierce.

“BEGIN!” the general barked. That’s when I wet myself again, my knees nearly buckling. Then I heard this cranking sound, and. I turned to see the executioner behind my sister’s pole turning the wheel that was attached back there.

I watched in awe as the noose tightened around her neck. She gawked as she was pulled up onto her toes. Then she was pulled up off the floor of the gallows, her executioner continuing to crank until she was elevated a good two feet off the floor!

She gawked as she started to kick, and that’s when it swelled within me. Then I heard the cranking sound behind me. My executioner was cranking my noose up…taking me up into the air to join my sister!

I gasped for breath as the noose tightened. I was pulled up onto my toes, my feet fluttering for the floor of the gallows. Then I was in the air with my sister, my legs pedaling like crazy.

The two of us exploded in a frenzy of kicks and jerks as we instinctively fought our nooses. Down on the ground I saw several guards eyeing us hungrily. At least three of the woman prisoners looked like they were actually touching themselves watching us hang to death!

We bumped into each other as our bodies spun wildly. I kicked like crazy; it hurt like bloody hell! Only then did I question the sanity of the decision I had made to travel to Jamaica! But by then it was much too late.

A drop would have been quicker… would have set the nooses and strangled us faster. But I guess the general wanted to make examples of us. So we slowly kicked our lives away, rasping and gurgling as we twisted and spun in place.

I could see it in the faces of the guards watching us as I danced and jerked and kicked my life away. I couldn’t help throwing my hips outward as though trying to air-fuck those glorious cocks hiding behind those growing bulges. It was a dying woman’s dream come true making all those men so horny!

Sis’s knees came up, and she started bunny-hopping in orgasm. Despite my agony it was so arousing that it triggered my own climax. I glurked and gurgled as I danced and jerked in the nose, pleased to see a couple of growing stains in the trousers of some of our guards.

I heard a loud splatter as my sister’s bladder suddenly gave way beneath her. Piss ran down her legs and off her toes as her feet fluttered. Then I lost control of mine a few seconds later. The two of us twisted and swayed, piss dripping off our feet as the nooses choked off our ability to breathe.

Sis went first, her feet suddenly fluttering in a last attempt to get any air. Then there was a death rattle that emanated from her throat. It triggered a quiet little orgasm within me as my own feet fluttered. Then I hung limp as my bladder released again, allowing another stream of piss to dribble down my legs.

We hung there quietly, our bodies twisting and swaying until our hearts stopped beating. The general then dismissed his guards as well as the prisoners. There were quiet murmurs, some of the guards commenting on how exciting it was while others lamented they would no longer have our pussies and arses to enjoy.

We were left to hang there until sundown when four guards came to cut us down. We were cleaned up and then put into a couple of fancy dresses and heels neither one of us had even seen in our closets while we were staying there. Then we were formally buried side by side. It certainly was a shock to my family when they found out how I had died over in Jamaica with my sister!

After that the world was forced to take them seriously. But negotiations were still a problem. What was amazing was the number of females who started volunteering to come to the compound in the weeks and months ahead!

They came in twos and threes, apparently to enjoy all the wining and dining and fucking they could get for a week. Then they were hung in the public courtyard. The rest of the prisoners were eventually set free, although three of them stayed behind and ultimately offered themselves to be fucked and hung for the appointed week.

After a while the negotiations sort of died off. But the women kept volunteering to come to Jamaica to hang for the general and his guards. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think my sister and I would start something so crazy as a week of sucking and fucking and hanging at the compound in Jamaica… all over some stupid reparations…

© 2016 (inspired by and written for Dorothy Jan 3 ’16 by riwa)

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Clogged intake 2.3 (3)

(recently edited with a size increase of nearly 600+ words)

A quick look confirmed the worst: the irrigation pipe was clogged again! Very little water was being pumped out and she could hear a groan in the pumping machinery. That meant there was a good chance of stripping gears or losing the motor entirely! It was probably a good thing she was passing by and had decided to check on it when she did.

Amanda sighed heavily as she slipped out of her blouse and shorts. She almost removed her bra and panties, but thought better of it. She figured it would be just her luck for one of the hired men to come by and spot her. But today she wasn’t interested in turning anyone on, much less being a tease wearing something provocative.

She tossed her blouse and shorts aside before kicking off her sneakers. Then she waded into the chilly waters of the pond. The only way to discover the problem was to go down and investigate… and she figured she could hold her breath long enough to ascertain the problem.

One deep breath and then she dove for the bottom, approximately 9 or 10 feet down. The intake would be somewhere on the bottom… probably clogged again! She’d need to clean the screen if they were to get a free flow of water out of the irrigation pipe on the other end.

It got darker and murkier as she pulled herself downward. She soon found the pipe, easily following it down hand over hand. She knew it would take her right to the screen covering the intake, even if it required her to feel her way more than being able to see.

She found the screen with her hand, burbling in resignation as she started brushing the silt and moss aside. Sure enough; it was clogged again. Amanda heard a distinct chug from the pump motor as more water started to flow, indicating a definite increase in suction through the pump.

She found a clump of debris – probably from that windstorm last week. She grabbed a handful and gave it a pull. A moment later it came free with a schlooping sound. Almost immediately she felt a stronger flow as more water was pulled through the screen to the intake valve.

Amanda heard the little warning in the back of her head. But she all but ignored it as she knelt to brush a hand over the screen one last time, making sure the intake was completely free of foreign objects. That’s when she felt a tug as her long brown hair was suddenly pulled into the screen, yanking her head down!

She grunted and burbled, instantly cursing her stupidity. It was always better to shut the damn pump down first. But sometimes she couldn’t get it started again for some reason, and she wanted to avoid the hassle.

On a hot, summer day like today the idea of a quick swim was so enticing that she hadn’t even given it a second thought. Now she burbled in alarm as she was pulled down onto her side. She could feel her head being pulled tight against the screen to the damned intake!

She cried out in horror as she began twisting and squirming, desperately trying to pull herself free. She managed to pull her head an inch or two away, only to be jerked back hard against the screen as the intake hungrily tried to gobble down her flowing strands.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized just how badly she’d screwed up. She hadn’t thought it could even get this bad; now she was in real trouble! If she didn’t pull away in time she was going to drown from some really stupid accident!

The pump began to whine as her head and hair clogged the screen to the intake. She strained with all her might and was able to pull her head away another inch or two. But unfortunately it was just enough for the pump to recover, sucking her hair back through and pulling her head hard against the mesh of the screen.

Amanda cursed herself again… “DAMMIT! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!” She flailed with her arms as her lungs began to burn, air bubbling out past her lips. Hell, they might even find her down here until someone came to find out why the pump wasn’t working so well… and that might not be for a couple of days!!

How long could she hold her breath down here before her lungs gave out? How long had it already been? It probably didn’t matter; she’d be dead either way before anyone would find her. After all, she’d looked all around to make sure she was alone before wading in and diving down.

Her lungs spasmed as panic welled up inside her. She tried to force it back down; she could still get out of this if she didn’t succumb to the growing fear. The first order of business was getting the hell away from the damned screen!

She reached back with her hands, found the intake and slowly pushed against it. Her head began to move away from the screen; at the same time she felt the corresponding increase of suction as she pulled away from the opening. She felt her hair streaming into the mesh of the screen, and she swallowed the growing panic that threatened to overwhelm her. It was as though the damned pump wanted to drown her by sucking her hair and holding her in place!!

Her lungs heaved painfully in her chest, causing her 36 C’s to bounce in the murky water. She’d just turned 19, but she damned sure wasn’t going to make it to 20 unless she could pull her hair out! Now she wished one of her father’s hired hands had seen her go down into the pond!

In the past few months she’d gotten her fair share of appreciative whistles over her figure. But she wasn’t the least bit offended. They always seemed eager to help the coed in her summer agricultural internship duties there at the ranch, regardless of what she was doing at the time.

Now she wished one of them was around right… wished one of them had seen her dive in. They might not get to her in time to keep her from drowning, but they could sure as hell get her back up in time to revive her stupid ass! Now they were all going to attend her funeral and mourn her loss!

“Don’t think like that!” she told herself despite the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. “You’re going to get yourself out of here so fight, damn you!” Then she burbled again as water crawled up her nose and stung her sinuses something fierce, forcing her to try to ignore the powerful urge to give up and just inhale.

She struggled to pull her head away from the intake, only to find herself in a stalemate with the pump. She couldn’t seem to move any further away from it, but it wasn’t sucking her hair all the way back into the intake. It was a Mexican standoff, but time was not on her side as she could not continue holding her breath much longer.

She felt tears of sorrow well up in her eyes. She didn’t want to die like this, didn’t want to be found this way with her hair blocking the intake to the pump. That would be humiliating as hell being found in her bra and panties after burning out the pump… which was something she was trying to avoid by diving into the pond to clear the intake in the first place!

She lost a massive burst of air as her lungs burned with a fiery intensity. She felt a jolt of panic, sensing she was approaching the point of no return. If she didn’t do something fast, her strength was going to fade and her head was going to get sucked back against the screen to the intake. Then she would be too weak to pull away any more and would drown down here for sure!

With a mighty effort and a burst of adrenaline, she pushed herself away from the intake, praying her hair wasn’t already too entangled in the mesh of the screen. She suddenly came free, shaking her head to confirm her hair was not entangled. She found the muddy bottom with her feet and pushed off for the surface with all the energy she had left.

Bubbles streamed out of her mouth and nose as she clawed for the surface. She stared upward as she saw it getting lighter and lighter, burbling wildly as she forced herself to hold her breath one second more… and then one second more… and then one more after that. But it seemed so far away…

And then she was at the surface, gasping and sputtering as she pulled great gulps of air into her tortured lungs. She thought she felt a faint pull below her… as though the intake wasn’t through with her. Amanda let out a strangled cry and then swam like hell for the side of the pond.

She found the bottom underneath her and stood up, frantically wading out and then collapsing in a heap on the muddy bank. She gasped madly for breath as though unable to believe she’d survived that at all! Then she started crying unashamedly.

She spent a few minutes thanking God for her miraculous survival despite her unbelievable stupidity. Then she stood up, retrieved her clothes and began pulling them on over her still damp undergarments.

When she was dressed she slowly made her way back to her car she’d parked a short distance away. But the whole time she kept on muttering to herself, perhaps to drive the point home just how stupid she’d been…

“What were you thinking? Do you KNOW how STUPID that was?? Don’t you ever – and I mean EVER – jump back into that pond again without first turning off that damn pump! I don’t care HOW hot it gets or how nice of a swim you want! Next time you won’t be so lucky, you crazy-assed bitch…!”

© 2005 (written for JQ public Dec 19 ’05; ed. Jan 18 ‘16 by riwa)

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Frankie’s Latex Session 4 (9)

(edited and reposted)

“Come now, Frankie,” Mistress said to her plaything. “Have a seat, my precious little pet. Time for us to have another little ‘session’.” Then she pulled her toward the contraption by the back of her head.

It was something of a metal lawn chair only the back cushion had been removed. An inflated air pillow sat in its place with cuffs for her play-toy’s wrists attached to the wire frame. A sheet of red latex lay draped over the back of it, causing Frankie to shiver at the reason for its presence.

Frankie's latex session la6Mistress had stripped her down, leaving her in a blue spandex thong with white edging. Frankie also wore black gloves, with white stockings that crawled up her legs. As it turned out, it was virtually the same outfit her mistress was wearing.

Frankie’s nipples were hard as she trembled with anticipation. The cuffs were a clear indication her movements would be restricted. And the presence of the latex sheet was ominous.

She knew it would probably be something along the lines of breath-play. Her mistress LOVED that particular fetish and enjoyed subjecting her submissive to her kinky whims. “Sit down, bitch!” Mistress ordered, and Frankie reluctantly but obediently took a seat. At least there was a cushion on the bottom of the wire chair, and she would be allowed to sit with her back to the air pillow.

Mistress immediately began attaching the cuffs to her wrists, connecting her to the chair. Oddly enough she was not being secured by anything else. Frankie wondered why her restraints were limited. Still, she wasn’t going anywhere as she was certainly being secured to the chair.

“There,” Mistress cooed at her. “That’s MUCH better! Don’t you think so, my little pet?” She smirked with wicked glee as she finished securing the right wrist.

Frankie's latex session la7Frankie found herself trembling again, unsure of the plans Mistress had for her. She sensed she would be made breathless again as the plastic latex sheet behind her was pretty much a dead giveaway. Mistress was known for her benevolence, but she was also known for her sadistic cruelty. Frankie couldn’t help whimpering in spite of herself.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mistress purred, slowly running a gloved hand lasciviously over Frankie’s quivering mounds. “My pet certainly seems excited about all this!” Then she laughed cruelly, causing Frankie to shiver yet again.

“Don’t you trust me?” Mistress chuckled as she moved behind the chair, gathering the latex sheet into her hands. “Perhaps it’s just as well that you DON‘T!” And with a cruel laugh she flipped the latex over and pulled it tight against Frankie’s mouth.

“MMMMMMMPH!”

The blonde started struggling in spite of herself as her hands instinctively came up to save her. But the restraints held them at bay. She could barely breathe through her nose, but she knew that would soon change once Mistress decided she was to be allowed no breath at all.

Frankie's latex session la8Every time her air was cut off it scared her despite the knowledge that her mistress loved playing breath-games with her. It caused her pussy to gush something fierce as her nipples protruded almost painfully. For Frankie it was an unexplainable mixture of fear and pleasure, something for which she had absolutely no answer as to why her body always reacted the way it did.

Fortunately in this instance the latex hadn’t covered her nose… yet. Frankie snorted through her nostrils in a frantic effort to keep her lungs filled. But unfortunately for her, her Mistress quickly noticed the little slip-up in her technique…

“Oh, my!” the woman exclaimed as she leaned over the body of her squirming play-toy. “I left your nose open; how silly of me!” Then she giggled like a little schoolgirl. “You’re not supposed to be able to breathe at all! Why this will NEVER do!”

She relaxed her grip on the latex, causing Frankie to gasp for breath through her mouth. But a moment later Mistress pulled the sheet of latex tight over the blonde’s entire head. This time Frankie got no air at all…

“MMMMMMMMPH!”

She tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled cry. A moment later she tried to inhale, only to suck part of the latex into her opened mouth. In an instant Frankie’s body exploded, writhing in the chair…

…and then the latex was pulled away from her mouth, leaving her gasping madly for breath.

“Gawd, baby!” Mistress gasped behind her. “Do you know how HOT it makes me to see you struggle so? Struggle for me, my precious little pet!” And with that she brought the sheet up against Frankie’s face again.

“UUUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!”

Once more Frankie started struggling, her body writhing instinctively for breath as her legs kicked wildly. She tried to exhale but the latex refused to relent; she tried inhaling but was only able to pull the latex tight against her lips. This time the material stayed in place even longer, causing her more torment as she was forced to hold her breath longer while reflexively bucking her hips upward.

Mistress knelt over her, pushing a breast onto the top of the poor woman’s head as her own pussy throbbed excitedly. “Struggle for me, Frankie!” she gasped, her sadism showing through as she tormented her submissive. “C’mon, bitch; FIGHT ME! Try to inhale, you little WHORE! I LOVE it when you struggle!”

She gasped with delight as the poor thing kicked and thrashed about. Securing only the wrists had been a wonderful decision as it allowed the entire body to wriggle around so deliciously. What a thrill to see Frankie fight and struggle just to try taking in a single breath!

Frankie's latex session la9She abruptly pulled the latex off her submissive’s head, allowing Frankie to gasp wildly for breath. The poor thing swallowed great gulps of air into her heaving lungs. The smell of her arousal coming from her wet crotch was palpable as her body trembled and shook, her nipples oh-so-deliciously hard.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mistress purred seductively, her mood softening again as she slowly walked around in front of the chair. “Did I scare you; hmmmmm?” Then she leaned in close, smirking at the frightened woman as Frankie whimpered plaintively

“Awwww… you poor widdow ting…! Let me give you something to help calm you down.”

Frankie felt something long, slender and buzzing being slipped into her thong. “Now you can REALLY cum for me,” Mistress chuckled as she lunged forward the latex in her hand. Then once again she covered the face of her frightened play-toy.

Frankie involuntarily let out a “NOOO!” before the material pressed hard over her face. She grunted in alarm as the buzzing reached her sensitive nub. Then her hands came up again reflexively in a frantic attempt to pull the latex off her face.

She twisted and struggled against the hands holding the latex to her face, the buzzing driving her insane as her inability to breathe terrified her. A moment later Frankie felt her Mistress push against her. Then she experienced what felt like Mistress’ tongue on her face. Was the crazy bitch LICKING HER??!!

She grunted from the fear and arousal of the whole thing, her lungs heaving like crazy. A moment later she let out another muffled cry as the object buzzing within her thong drove her over the edge. She climaxed violently, totally soaking her thong.

Mistress went on licking the face of her squirming play-toy, gasping with an ecstatic cry of “YEAH, BABY! SUFFOCATE FOR ME, YOU FUCKIN’ SLUT! CUM FOR ME!” Then she was experiencing an orgasm of her own, shuddering from a wonderful release of intense sexual satisfaction.

Frankie's latex session la10Frankie started to come down from her climax, only to discover she still couldn’t breathe. The latex remained tightly wrapped around her head, puffing on her face in a futile manner as she tried to inhale… tried to exhale… tried to pull in a desperate breath. A moment later the panic overcame her in a rush, and she started bucking and thrashing about in the chair again, frantic for another breath of air as that toy buzzed relentlessly against her crotch.

“Yeah, baby… FIGHT ME!” Mistress exclaimed, once more overwhelmed by her sadistic, domineering side. “STRUGGLE, YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE… FIGHT ME! TRY TO BREATHE!”

NOOOOOO! …and Frankie fought and bucked in a frantic effort to pull any amount of air into her tortured lungs. A moment later she climaxed again – fiery and explosive. She bucked and thrashed about until the latex sheet was finally removed from her face, allowing her to gulp great gasps of air down her heaving lungs.

“You all right, baby?” Mistress purred softly, sounding all compassionate and caring again.

Frankie nodded weakly as she gasped for breath. “Good,” Mistress said as she climbed off and slowly made her way around to the back of the chair. Then she leaned over her trembling play-toy, only to whisper seductively into her ear, “Now we get to do it all over again.”

Once more she sadistically brought the sheet down over the face of her helpless victim. Frankie let out another frightened cry that was quickly muffled as she began to struggle in the chair yet again. Mistress leaned over her and laughed as her hair hung down over her face.

Frankie's latex session la11 frankie“Baby, you are sooooo fuckin’ SEXY when you’re all breathless… did you know that?” Then her excitement overcame her as she enthusiastically declared, “C’MON, WHORE; LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT! GOT ANOTHER CUM IN THERE FOR YOUR MISTRESS??”

She tightened her grip on the latex sheet, smothering her submissive. “C’MON, BITCH; CUM FOR ME! IT’S SUCH A TURN-ON! MAKE ME CUM FROM YOUR BREATHELESS STRUGGLES!” Then she threw her head back and laughed with sadistic glee as Frankie once more started to buck and thrash about in the chair, wondering if her mistress would grant her another breath… or if she might cruelly allow her to pass out only to start it all back up again…

© 2008; 2015 (written Mar 1 ’08; ed. Jan 11 ’15 by riwa)

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

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MILF on a Couch 3.8 (5)

Come on in, honey. You must be hot and sweaty from all that mowing you’re doing out in my yard. Why don’t you come on over so I can thank you personally?

That’s all right. This is how I like to dress on these really hot days. Come on over and join me here on the couch, ok?

My, but it’s hot outside! You don’t mind if I pull my blouse up, do you? I hope you don’t mind, but I’m a bit of a slut and I’ve really gotten horny watching you mow my yard. Feel free to check out my tits if you like.

That’s the way, honey! I love to feel your strong hands all over my tits. It gets me all turned on! Just feel ‘em; aren’t they nice and ripe for you?

That’s it, honey! Play with my tits and pull my thong, honey. It feels so good when you play with my tits while jerking on my thong into my pussy. It makes me so fucking wet just thinking about you having your way with me!

Just like that, honey! Go ahead and kiss ‘em and suck on ‘em! You’re starting to get me all hot under the collar! Yeah, baby; touch me right there… just like that!

couch 1Touch my pussy, honey; go right ahead and finger it! Feel how wet I am? It’s because I’ve been watching you mow my lawn, honey! I guess I got a little horny watching your sweaty body out there!

Yes; lick my clit! Lick it, baby! Gawd, you’re making me feel so good down there! Fuck, that feels good! Yeah, just like that… oh, fuck yes! Gawd, honey; you’re hitting the right spot there! I’m gonna cum if you keep that up! You’re making me so fucking horny right now!

couch 2Aren’t you a little confined in those jeans? My, but you look hard down there! I’ll bet that’s really uncomfortable! Let me help you with that, ok? Let me just unzip that and make you more comfortable, ok?

There, isn’t that better? Don’t you feel better now that it’s out of those tight, sexy jeans you’re wearing? I bet that feels much better, doesn’t it?

How about if I have a little lick? You wouldn’t deprive an older lady of a little lick, would you? Don’t mind me; I’m just a slut! So how about if I give it a nice taste, ummmm?

Now that’s tasty! You don’t mind if I stuff your cock in my mouth, do you? You have a great cock; I’ll bet all the girls take this out and suck on it every chance they get; am I right?

I love it when you moan and sigh! Does it feel good, baby? I love sucking a nice, juicy cock! I’ll bet you never even knew the lady whose lawn you mow can be such a horny cocksucker, did you! I love how it quivers in my mouth!

Mmmm; that tastes so fucking good! And I just love cupping your balls! I can’t think of anything better than letting you cool off in here after all that mowing while I take care of your nice, juicy cock. You don’t mind, do you?

couch 3Let’s get you off your feet and onto my couch, ok? I’ll bet you’re tired from pushing that lawnmower up and down my yard. Just let me take care of you, ok?

Gawd; I love your tasty cock! It really turns me on, honey! You can reach down and play with my ass while I’m sucking your cock if you want, ok? Yeah; that’s the way! Just like that!

couch 4I love the way you’re touching my pussy, baby! Gawd, you’re making me so hot and horny! I’m nice and wet for your juicy cock, aren’t I! I can feel how wet I am for your nice, juicy cock!

I love taking your cock down my throat! It feels so fucking good taking your cock down my throat! I’m so turned on right now, honey!

You ARE going to fuck me, aren’t you? I really want your cock inside me! I want this cock deep inside me right here on this couch!

How about fucking a hot MILF right here on her couch? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey? I’m so fucking hot for your cock right now! I’m a hot MILF slut just aching for your tasty dick! So go right ahead and put it inside me!

couch 5Oh yeah; just like that! Put it all the way in, baby! Here; let me lift my leg up so you can have unhindered access!

Oh FUCK; that feels so good! That feels so fucking GOOD! Doesn’t that feel good, honey? After all, I think you deserve a nice reward for working outside in that hot sun on my large lawn!

Now fuck me, baby! Fuck this hot MILF! Shove your cock deep in my pussy! Slide it right in there, baby; yeah! Gawd; you don’t know how good that feels! Mmmm… I could just lay here with you in my pussy for hours!

couch 6Yeah; that’s the spot! Gawd, you’re hitting me just right! See how my clit is starting to show? Fuck my pussy, baby! Fuck this horny MILF’s pussy!

Fuck that feels good! Mmmmmm! Damn, honey; you really know how to make me feel good! Yeah, baby; right there! Gawd; that feels so fucking good!

couch 7Spread my legs and fuck me, baby… just like that! Damn; that feels so fucking good! Lift my leg and slide that hot dick inside me! Mmmmm! I love it when you slide it into me like that! You’re really making me feel good, baby! Gawd; that feels so fucking good!

couch 8Gawd; I gotta rub my clit! Yes – yes – yes! Gawd; if you keep that up you’re going to make me cum! Fuck, that feels good! Yes – yes – yes; right there! Gawd; do you know what you’re doing to me? You’re making me feel so fucking GOOD!!

couch 9Fuck my titties, baby! Fuck ‘em! Get that juicy cock up here so I can give it a good titty-fuck! Get it closer so I can lick the tip! Fuck; that feels good between my tits! Fuck ‘em, baby! I just LOVE feeling a hot cock between my tits! Gawd; you feel so fucking good!

couch 10Now shove it in right behind me, honey! Gawd, yeah; fuck me good and hard from behind! Oh, fuck; that hits the spot! Fuck – fuck – fuck! Damn, baby; that feels so fucking good! I love having your cock in my pussy! Yes – yes – yes! Fuck me, baby; FUCK ME!

couch 11Gawd; I love it when you reach underneath and grope my tits! I love it when you act like you want me! Oh, fuck; that feels so good! Yeah, baby; squeeze ‘em! You’re making me so fucking hot, honey! Gawd, you sure know how to make an old MILF feel sexy!!

couch 12Oh – oh – oh! Thrust harder now… HARDER, DAMNIT! I’m a slut and I want you to fuck me hard now! Gawd; I love it! Fuck me like you mean it! Gawd; that feels so fucking good! Yes – yes – yes; just like that! Ohmygawd; fuck me hard, baby!

couch 13Now I’m gonna ride you, baby! Now I’m going to climb on and ride that nice, big cock of yours! Oh, SHIT; that feels good!

Spread my ass, baby! Spread my ass and fuck my pussy! Like that – like that – just like that! Damn, boy; that feels so fucking good! Do you know what you’re doing to me? Oh FUCK!

couch 14Fuck – fuck – fuck; like that – like that! Yes – yes – yes! Gawd; that’s the spot! Fuck, that feels good! Yeah, baby; grab my ass and fuck me! Gawd; I’m gonna cum! Fuck; I’m gonna cum! You feel so fucking good in my pussy!

couch 15Fuck, yeah! Just like that! Come in my pussy, baby; cum in my fucking pussy! Gawd; I’m gonna cum all over your cock! I’m such a slut and I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock! Fuck me, baby; give me your fucking cum! I wanna feel it filling my pussy – OHGAWD; I’M CUMMING!

couch 16Damn boy; you’re good! Will you be back next week? I sure want you to come back next week. My pussy er, uh… I mean my LAWN’S going to need mowing again! And my hairy pussy is going to need fucking again, ok? See you next week, baby!

© 2011; 2016 (written Feb 3 ’11; ed. Jan 5 ’16 by riwa)

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Why does he keep drowning me?? 4.1 (13)

(My last story to you for 2015. Enjoy… and please have a safe and Happy New Year and a great 2016.)

Oh gawd; he’s drowning me again! Am I dreaming?? What if I’m not dreaming?? Is he drowning me again?? Why does he keep drowning me??

Mia1Why does he insist on drowning me all the time? Is it a fetish? Does he enjoy watching me bubble? Does he enjoy watching my spasms? Why is he always holding me under until my lungs give out??

Mia2He likes to grab on and pull me under; I know because it makes him so fucking hard! Is that the reason why he does it? Is that why he keeps drowning me?

Doesn’t he understand how it terrifies me? Does he know what it’s like to hold your breath until you just can’t hold it anymore and your lungs give out? Does he understand the agony of having your lungs flood with water… the agony that you can’t inhale anymore and the terror that envelops you?

mia3My lungs flood and I go into convulsions… and he just sits there and watches, stroking himself the whole time! My chest hurts and my lungs heave, but he just watches impassively! I cough up bubbles, but all he does is smile at me! How can he DO that??!!

Mia4Oh gawd; I’m drowning again! Is it a nightmare; am I having a nightmare?? But it feels so REAL!! I’m losing air and my lungs hurt like hell! But I can see him right there watching me with his cock so hard! Doesn’t he see the agony I’m in?? Can’t he tell how much I’m suffering??

Mia5He just stands there with my drowning body wedged between his legs, just so he can get off! I can see how hard his cock is; I would suck it for him if he’d let me! But no… he just wants to watch me drown again!!

mia6He knows I’ll suck his cock; I LOVE to suck his cock! I love the power I have over him as it twitches in my mouth! I love the way he quivers as he passes between my lips! He KNOWS I’m willing to suck his cock! So why does he insist on drowning me??

Mia7Oh, but it’s not enough for him that I suck his cock! He makes me suck him underwater so he can drown me down there! He wants me to drown with his cock in my mouth… either that or with a load of cum swirling out between my lips! And I scream every time he drowns me!

Mia8He holds me down with his cock in my mouth until I can’t hold my breath anymore! Then I’m bubbling my breath away and he’s cumming in my mouth and I’m drowning all over again! And it hurts so fucking BAD!!!

Mia9Then he’s holding me between his legs again, holding me and watching me as I bubble and drown. He never moves to help me; he just watches until I go limp, a look of horror in my eyes. And his cock is always so hard whether he’s cum or not!

Mia10Gawd; I’m drowning again! I’m in the bathtub and he’s drowning me! He’s getting off drowning me again!! How can he do this to me??!! It hurts like fucking hell… but he’s doing it to me anyway!!

Mia11His foot is in my chest; I can’t pry it off! Ohmygawd; I can’t pry it off!! And he’s drowning me again… watching as I cough up all those bubbles!!

Mia12He’s so hard, he’s so fucking hard! His cock is so hard while watching me drown! I’m coughing and gurgling and it hurts like hell… and his cock is hard and he’s watching me and he’s all turned on!!

Now he’s exposed my tits; he’s always exposing my tits! He likes to see how hard my nipples get when I drown for him! It’s agony, exquisite agony as I lie here unmoving in the tub, my nipples so hard. I can’t even move!! All I can do is look up with a look of horror as I pass out all over again!!

Mia13Gawd; why does he like to drown me so much?? What is it about drowning me that gets him off?? My gawd; he’s so sadistic! He keeps me down until my face winces in agony as my lungs give out… and he’s right there with his hard cock watching as though it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen!!

Mia14Ohgawd; I’m in the tub again! Is this a dream! It has to be; it must be a fucking nightmare!! He’s got my wrists cuffed and he wants to drown me… and my lungs are screaming at me again!! Gawd; is this a dream or is it real??

Mia15No… No… I can’t hold my breath anymore! Please let me up… please let me up!! I need another breath; don’t you understand that??!! My lungs are on fire and it hurts so fucking bad!! Please; you’ve got to let me up!!

Mia16Gawd; he’s drowning me again! He’s holding me under and drowning me again!! I’m screaming and bubbling and thrashing about… and he’s just holding me under and drowning me again!! I can’t breathe; gawd; I can’t breathe!! I’m drowning down here; can’t you SEE THAT?? But it must be what he wants… and his cock is out and he’s so hard again!!

Mia17It hurts… I’m drowning and it hurts… my lungs are flooding… oh gawd; he’s letting me drown again! Now he’s reaching down to grope my tits again! He loves drowning me and then groping my tits!! What kind of a man IS HE??!!

Mia18He loves squeezing my boobs after he drowns me! Now he’s squeezing my boobs again! I can’t move; I’m drowned and he’s squeezing my boobs again!

Mia19He’s pushing me under! I’m drowned – my lungs are flooded… and he’s pushing me back under! He loves submerging me and then letting me come back up and then pushing me down again! And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it because I’ve drowned again, my face contorted from the agony of water entering my lungs!!

Mia20Gawd; I’m drowning again! It’s got to be a nightmare; please let it be a nightmare! My lungs are in agony; I can’t move! Gawd; he’s drowning me again!!

Mia21I must be in his dreams every night; I must be in his fucking dreams! He imagines me drowning over and over and over again! I’m sure of it; he’s such a sadistic pervert! He just LOVES flooding my lungs!

Mia22Then he stares at my drowned body, staring at me over and over and over again! He strokes his cock as he stares at me over and over again, staring at the agony in my face, the vacant look in my eyes, the way my muscles twitch and spasm for him! He can’t get enough; ohmygawd, he can’t get enough!!

Mia23I go underwater in the tub and grope myself for him; isn’t that enough?? I go underwater and hold my breath and play with my tits for his pleasure! Isn’t that enough? My nipples are so hard… and yet it’s not enough!!

Mia24Then he’s pushing me under, squeezing my tits and watching me bubble until I’m convulsing again! I can’t stop him; he’s insane and I can’t stop him! Then I’m drowning again, and he’s groping my tits and enjoying the look on my face as my body goes still in the bottom of the tub!!

Mia25I can’t breathe; my lungs are flooded! And all he can think about is groping my damned boobs and fingering my nipples! His fetish is insane; he keeps on drowning me!! Why does he keep on drowning me??!!

Mia26I’m dreaming; I must be dreaming! We’re out at the lake… and he’s drowning me again! Ohmygawd; he’s drowning me again! He’s pushing me down and watching the bubbles come up… and I’m drowning again! Ohmygawd; my lungs are flooded and he’s still pushing me down!

Mia27He’d groping me… feeling me up… he’s drowned me again, but all he can think about is how hot it makes him! I’ve suffered through the agony of drowning again… and the sick bastard is getting off on it!!

Mia28I’m at the surface; I can’t move; my lungs are flooded… and all he can do is stare at me!! Ohmygawd; he’s drowned me AGAIN!! I can’t breathe; I can’t move; I can’t feel my limbs! I’m floating in the lake… and he’s drowned me all over again!!

Mia29I’m holding my breath and he’s looking down on me! He’s got that camera again and he’s looking down on me! He records me every time he drowns me… and he’s looking DOWN on me!

Mia30Ohgawd; I can’t hold my breath any longer! Can’t he SEE that? Doesn’t he know the agony I’m in?? Of COURSE he knows… he wants me to drown again! He wants to get hard watching me drown again… and his cock is definitely getting hard!!

Mia31Ohmygawd; I can’t hold my breath anymore! I’m drowning again!! Ohmygawd; I’m drowning again! I’m cumming so hard… and I’m drowning again! Gawd; this is TORTURE!!

Mia32I’m in the Jacuzzi holding my breath! Please, don’t drown me! Just let me hold my breath for you! I’ll even touch myself if only you won’t drown me! See? I’m doing it!!

Mia33See? I like being underwater for you! You don’t have to drown me; I’ll blow all the bubbles you want, ok? Please don’t drown me!!

Mia34See? I’m holding my breath and blowing bubbles! You don’t have to drown me this time, ok? I’ll blow all the bubbles you want; just don’t drown me again; ok?

Mia35What do you mean, you’re getting hard again and want to watch me drown??!! Isn’t this enough?? Aren’t these enough bubbles for you? Ohmygawd; I think he wants to drown me again!

Mia36No; please don’t push down on me! I need up for my next breath! Please; you don’t understand!! You’ve got to let me up before my lungs give out! You’ve got to let me up! You’ve got to let me – OHMYGAWD; I’M DROWNING AGAIN!

Mia37It hurts so fucking bad… I’m drowning again and it hurts so fucking bad!! My lungs are flooding and it hurts so fucking bad!! I’m having a nightmare; please, I must be having a nightmare!!

Mia38He’s squeezing my tits again; ohgawd; he’s squeezing my tits! I’m drowning and he’s squeezing my tits! I just had another painful orgasm and all he can do is squeeze my tits!

Mia39He’s drowned me again!! I’m in the Jacuzzi and he’s drowned me again! It hurts so bad… and now I can’t move! He’s drowned me in the Jacuzzi and he’s just looking at me and stroking his cock, getting off at the sight of me lying in the bottom of the Jacuzzi!

Mia40Gawd; he’s drowning me again! I’m in the pool and he’s drowning me again! How can he go on doing this to me time after time??

Mia41I’m drowning in the pool and it hurts so fucking bad! He’s drowning me and it hurts so bad! How can he do this to me?? How can he get off doing this to me so often??

Mia42He’s holding me by the back of the head watching me drown! Ohmygawd; he’s watching me drown! How can he be so cruel?? Ohmygawd; I’m cumming again! He’s drowning me and I’m cumming again!

Mia43My lungs flooding… sinking to the bottom… how can he do this to me?? He’s just standing there watching me while stroking his cock! I can’t believe he’s standing there stroking his cock while I’m lying at the bottom of the pool!

Mia44I’m a floater and he doesn’t give a damn! He’s just standing there with his hard cock watching me float at the surface. He drowned me and he doesn’t give a shit other than how hard it makes him!

Mia45Now what is he doing??!! He’s rolling me over! The bastard wants to see me floating face down! He wants to see my lifeless expression as I float face down!!

Mia46Now his foot is in my back! He’s making sure I drowned! He’s forced me all the way to the bottom of the pool! He wants to make sure I drowned!! Why the hell does he keep drowning me??

Mia47He’s pulled my head out of the water, but it’s too late now! He just loves seeing the expression in my face… the agony in my eyes from drowning so painfully! He loves it; I swear the fucking bastard LOVES it!!

Mia48And he’s groping my tits again, enjoying how hard my nipples are! It hurts every damn time; it’s arousing, but it hurts every damn time! How can he DO THIS to me??!! How can he enjoy DROWNING me so much??!!

Mia49Now I’m back under… am I drowning again? Am I drowning again? Ohmygawd; I’m drowning all over again! He wants to watch me drown again! I’m losing air and I’m drowning again!!

Mia50Does he have to use that damned camera every time he drowns me? Gawd; he’s taking pictures again! He wants to look at them over and over again! He drowns me and then he looks at the pictures over and over again!!

Mia51He’s taking pictures of my boobs while my head is under! Why won’t he pull me out?? Why does he keep drowning me over and over again?? I can’t believe this!!

Mia52All I can do is stare up at him in disbelief! He’s drowned me again; he’s drowned me all over again! It hurts like hell; my lungs are flooded… and he’s standing there taking pictures while enjoying the view!

Mia53He’s squeezing my boobs again! I’m drowned and he’s squeezing my boobs again! I can’t fucking believe it!! He just keeps drowning me over and over and over again!! Nothing can hurt this bad; it’s got to be a fucking NIGHTMARE!!

Mia54Gawd; he’s got me in the tub again! My wrists are tied and he’s got me in the tub again! I can’t believe he’s going to drown me all over again… and now he wants me to play with myself!

Mia55The bastard wants to watch me cum as he drowns me! He’s put a buzzing dildo in my pussy and wants to watch me cum while I drown! But what can I do?? It’s like I cannot resist!! I’m nothing but his drowning slut and I can’t awaken from this dream!

Mia56It’s buzzing inside me and now he wants me to grope my tits! He wants me to grope my tits and enjoy drowning! My gawd; he wants me to masturbate as I drown for him!! Has he no shame?? Of course not; his cock is already hard again!!

Mia57Gawd; I can feel it building! I can feel it building inside me! He wants me to cum and drown again! Gawd; he wants me to drown all over again!!

Mia58Gawd; I’m cumming!! I’m cumming so hard! Holding my breath makes me cum so damn hard! And knowing he’s going to drown me only makes me cum all the harder!!

Mia59He wants me to fuck myself and drown! I can’t believe it!! He wants me to fuck myself and drown! And yet I can’t resist… I can’t stop myself! He keeps drowning me… and I can’t resist!

Mia60Oh fuck; it’s building. Now he wants me to drown again! Why, oh why does he keep on drowning me?? But I can’t stop it! It’s building inside me so big! My gawd; I’m cumming so hard now!! I’m cumming so hard and I can’t hold my breath any longer!!

Mia61I’m drowning again!! Ohmygawd; I can’t hold my breath anymore! I’m drowning again… and that bastard is taking pictures and stroking himself! It hurts so bad; it hurts so fucking bad!!

Mia62I’m squeezing so hard I’m squeezing the vibrator right out of me! My lungs are in agony and I’m squeezing the vibrator right out of me… and I’m cumming again! Ohgawd; I’m cumming again!!

Mia63Ohgawd; he’s drowned me all over again!! Why does he keep drowning me?? I don’t understand? He must be sick; he’s got to be sick or something!! It hurts so much… but he enjoys it so damned much!!

Mia64Oh gawd; he’s drowning me again! I’m in the middle of a fucking nightmare… and I can’t wake up! Gawd; I want to wake up!!

Mia65He’s touching me, groping me… gawd; the bastard wants to fuck me! He wants to fuck me while I’m drowning!! Ohgawd; not again??!!

Mia66He’s fucking me in the water! Gawd; he’s fucking me in the water! I can feel it; I’m going to cum again!!

Mia67Ohgawd; he’s pushing me under!! I was right; he wants me to drown while he’s fucking me! He wants to drown me all over again! How can he can be so cruel??!!

Mia68He won’t let my head up! He’s fucking me hard and he won’t let my head up! My pussy is spasming around his cock and he won’t let my head up! He wants to feel what it’s like for me to drown with his cock inside me! Gawd; he’s going to drown me again!!

Mia69I’m grunting and bubbling… but he just keeps fucking me!! I’m drowning but he just keeps fucking me! Oh gawd; it hurts all over again! It hurts so fucking bad!!

Mia70Now he’s turned me over so he can see me drown! He wants to watch me drown while he fucks me! Ohmygawd; I’m going to drown all over again! Wake up, damnit; wake up!!

Mia71So painful… it hurts so much… swallowing water again… it hurts so much… gawd; now he’s cuming in my pussy… he’s cumming inside me… and I’m cumming too!! Ohgawd; I’m cumming too!!

Mia72Fucking me nice and slow… making sure my spasming pussy milks his cock… enjoying my drowned body… gawd, it hurts so bad… I can’t believe how bad it hurts!

Mia73Fucking me… keeping my head under… looking at my death stare… his damn cock so hard… gawd; why does he keep on drowning me?! I can’t believe he keeps on drowning me!!

Mia74Now he lets me up… sure… NOW he lets me float up… long after I’ve drowned… when there’s nothing I can do about it! He just stands there enjoying my tits and erect nipples, his cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy!

Mia75He’s groping my tits again… why does he keep groping my tits after he drowns me? The guy is sick, he has a sadistic fetish!! And I can’t believe I had an orgasm as the bastard drowned me!!

Mia76What if it’s not a nightmare? It felt so real… what if it’s not a nightmare?? I can’t feel my limbs anymore… and my lungs hurt like hell!!

Mia77What if it’s real? He’s right there stroking his cock again! What if it’s REAL?? What if this time he really did it?? What if this is NOT a dream??!! What if he drowned me for real???!!!

Mia78Ohmygawd; he really did it! I think he really did it! The bastard really drowned me!! He really drowned me! It’s not a nightmare!! Ohmygawd; I don’t think it’s a nightmare! He really DROWNED ME!!!

© 2015 (written for Spazeman and Spazewoman Dec 25 ’15 by riwa)

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The Saint Nick Strangler 4 4 (12)

Note: Last time I posted a consensual version before the changeover. So this is the non-consensual version I came up with back then that I never posted here until now.

Cassandra was looking forward to having her boyfriend Rory come over Christmas morning. His presents were under the tree and she was just getting ready to go to bed for the evening. But a strange noise in the living room got her attention.

She felt her heart racing as she peeked into the room. To her complete and utter shock a jolly old man with white hair, a white beard and a red fluffy suit turned to look at her. “Santa??” she gasped in surprise. “How did YOU get in here??”

“Do you really have to ask?” he answered with a quizzical smile.

“I guess not,” she replied a little sheepishly. “After all, you’re Santa.” At least she sure as hell HOPED he was Santa!

“I see you have some presents for your boyfriend Rory,” he told her, looking under the tree.

“That’s right,” she responded. Then she looked at him in shock. “How did you know he’s my boyfriend??!!”

“I’m Santa, little girl,” he responded with a smile. “I’m supposed to know these things! Besides,” he added with a sly grin. “I’m here to give him a special Christmas present and it involves you. Now please turn around for ol’ Saint Nick.”

Cassandra was more than a little confused. But she did as she was told without even thinking, especially since this was supposed to involve a present for her boyfriend from the jolly old elf himself! When he told her to bring her arms behind her back she did it without the least little hesitation.

“What’s this all about, Santa?” she wanted to know.

“Look over your right shoulder,” he instructed calmly as he bound her arms behind her back at her wrists. Cassandra turned to look…

…and then gasped in utter horror at the coarse hemp noose hanging in her living room!! It certainly hadn’t been there five minutes ago!!! How the hell had it appeared like that out of thin air???!!!

sns2“Santa??” she stammered nervously, her eyes wide in utter astonishment. “I d-don’t understand!! Wh-what’s happening??!!”

“I told you; it’s a present for your boyfriend,” he explained nonchalantly. “Now be a good girl and step up onto that stool please.”

“What stool?” she asked in confusion. When she looked at the floor she cried out with a start to see that one was now standing directly underneath the noose where one had not been mere moments ago!!!

“Up – up – up!” he urged, grabbing the noose as he pushed her forward. “It’s Christmas Eve; I have a busy night ahead of me! No time for dilly-dallying, you know.”

Cassandra whimpered as she numbly stepped up onto the stool in her heels. She couldn’t believe this was happening; surely she had to be dreaming right now!! If only she could wake up!!!

sns3“That’s a good girl,” Santa said as he steadied her upon the stool. Then he looped the coil over her neck. Cassandra inhaled sharply, unable to believe this was really happening to her on Christmas Eve!!

sns4“I think your boyfriend is really going to like this,” he told her as he snugged the knot tightly. “I’ve overheard him comment many times how naughty you’ve been and how he’d love for you to hang. He really wants you to suffer, you know.”

sns5“Santa, that can’t be true!” she blurted out in horror. “Not my RORY???!!! He doesn’t really want me to HANG, does he???!!!”

“With all his heart,” the jolly old elf responded with a chuckle. “He’s been a really good boy this year. Besides, Santa hasn’t witnessed a good hanging in a long, long time. So this is just as much a present for me as it is for him!”

He pulled on the rope once more, making sure it was nice and tight. Cassandra gawked and whimpered, thunderstruck this was happening to her. “I guess we’re all set,” he said, pulling on the rope once more. “We’ve got to get you hanging right away, little girl. Santa’s got a lot of homes to visit before the night is over.”

sns6“Now make sure you put on a good show for me,” he said as he bent over and grabbed onto the stool. “Santa is taking a digital video of this event to put on a flash drive so I can put it in Rory’s stocking. Let’s make it Rory’s best Christmas ever, shall we?”

sns7“Santa; NO!” she gasped in horror, her body trembling like crazy. She was terrified out of her mind, her panties damp from the fear and horrific arousal of the moment. What’s more, she was deathly afraid she was going to wet herself and stain the carpet directly beneath her!!

There was no more time for thoughts or words as she felt him jerk on the stool beneath her feet. She started to shriek while attempting to keep her feet on it. A moment later her breath was cut off as it was jerked away.

She was jerked up short, her full weight taken up by the lethal coil. Her black heels fluttered for the floor beneath her to no avail. Then her legs exploded in a series of frantic kicks as she started to swing and twist while jolly old Saint Nick stood off to one side to enjoy the show, smiling appreciatively.

Cassandra gawked and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. What’s more, she could hardly breathe at all! She fought harder, kicking and jerking in a vain attempt to get the noose to loosen from around her neck. But her actions just made it tighten all the more.

Her lungs heaved for breath, her heart hammering in her chest. If this was only a dream then why the hell was she in so much agony?? Instinctively she thrust her chest out as though that might help relieve her distress, causing her breasts to jut outward rather attractively in the sweater she was wearing.

It hurt like hell; oh, how it hurt! She tried to scream but her windpipe had been choked off, the noose constricting tightly around her throat. She grunted and gurgled as her feet scissored frantically, her body twisting and swaying this way and that.

Something was dreadfully wrong; she couldn’t feel her arms and legs anymore! Then she started bucking and shuddering as she was overcome with an unexpected orgasm that washed warmly through her body. It was a cum so intense that it shamed her the way she was experiencing it right in front of ol’ Saint Nick! To add insult to injury she felt her bladder give way a few seconds later, warm urine trickling down her nyloned legs.

Cassandra felt her internal organs dying as more of her body became numb. She wasn’t struggling as much now, although stray muscles were spasming and twitching. The last thing she saw was Santa’s smiling face, his faraway voice telling her Merry Christmas and that her air-dance on video would be the best present her boyfriend was going to receive this year. Then she was aware of nothing at all, her consciousness spinning away into oblivion as the pain faded away.

Santa smiled at the sound of the death rattle emanating from the young woman’s throat. He twisted her lifeless body this way and that, examining her closely while making sure the camera he had taking video could view her from every angle. Stray muscles twitched here and there, but there was no longer a heartbeat.

He thanked her one last time for the special present her hanging had provided for him. Then he left her there for her boyfriend Rory to find the next morning. He wondered if the young man would use her body or not, but that was none of his concern. He had many others to visit, and this was to be a very busy night. At least the memory of her wonderful hanging would see him through the rest of the evening…

© 2013; 2015 (written for Rory M. Dec 20 ’13; ed. Dec 17 ‘15 by riwa)

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Emma’s Night Before Christmas 3.5 (4)

Twas the night before Christmas; one task to perform
before Emma could finally go in and get warm.
The boxes were stacked in a corner with care;
an ominous warning her foe would be there.
Other than that there was nothing to find,
but the PI deduced there was evil in mind.
‘Time to get out and report what I know!’
the woman surmised as she started to go.
When out in the back she heard sounds of a car
and a short moment later the door was ajar.
“I’ll be caught!” she cried out and she started to run
when in through the door burst a bitch with a gun.
“Freeze!” a voice said and she stalled in her tracks,
afraid she’d be shot down right there in the back.
She heard a voice say, “My-my; what have we here?
It’s that private dick Emma – a pleasure, my dear!”
The voice was familiar as she turned around…
twas Amy the smuggler from outside of town.
Her grin was malicious, her deeds so well known
that the PI named Emma let out a small groan.
“You have become such a thorn in my side
that I think it is time I take you for a ride!”
“You’ll not get away with this!” Emma said loudly.
“I already have,” Amy retorted proudly.
Out to the car and then into the trunk
where she rolled all around with the rest of the junk;
Emma despaired that she might not survive.
There had to be some way of staying alive.
The car ride was lengthy and much too unpleasant,
making her wish she’d stayed home with her presents.
They came to a halt and the trunk opened wide.
Then Emma at gunpoint emerged from inside.
“Walk to the door,” her foe waved with the gun,
and Emma was sure her PI-ing was done.
She was tied to a chair clear inside in the back.
Then Amy reached into the depths of a sack.
“Know what this is?” her foe said with a grin.
One look confirmed it would make a great din.
“An explosive device!” Emma quivered with dread.
She knew that this cruel bitch wanted her dead!
‘This sure will do it!’ she thought with a quiver.
‘There’ll be nothing left – maybe pieces of liver!’
“You’ll not get away with this!” Emma cried out
but the woman ignored her while looking about.
“I’ll just set the timer, then be on my way.
Sorry that I cannot stay here and play!”
Amy laughed cruelly, tossing her hair
before setting the bomb underneath Emma’s chair.
She spoke not a word, but kept on with her work
’til the timer was set. Then she rose with a jerk.
“Now I must be going,” she said to her foe,
“But allow me this one little treat ‘fore I go.”
Then kissing the helpless PI on her lips
the woman stood up with her hands on her hips.
Emma heard her exclaim as she walked out of sight,
“Have a blast, my dear Emma! I bid you good-night!”Emma's Nightmare before Christmas© 2008 (written Dec 24 ’08 by riwa)

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The Saint Nick Strangler 3 4.3 (17)

(edited and reposted)

Emma crept downstairs in her underwear, her clothes in hand. She had just left her latest conquest sleeping up in bed after a couple hours of fucking on Christmas Eve. What really thrilled her was when his girlfriend had called right in the middle of their lovemaking!

It had amused her to watch him pick up the cell phone and then scramble to cover his tracks. He had come up with some excuse why he hadn’t shown up and had promised to be at her place bright and early Christmas morning. Then he had turned back toward Emma with a smile on his face asking, “Now where were we?”

Now she was sneaking down the stairs, flush from a couple of naughty orgasms. And knowing she had fucked another bitch’s man had gotten her more than a little excited! If his girlfriend so much as got a whiff of her involvement this evening she would probably be road kill! What that woman might do to her if she ever caught her gave Emma delicious tingles.

She paused at the tree to examine some of the gifts lying underneath. One was to his girlfriend and she just HAD to know what was in the box! Emma carefully unwrapped it, only to discover a pair of slippers protected by a plastic bag.

“Slippers?” she snorted. “That cheap bastard!”

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

Emma whirled, her heart instantly in her throat. A jolly old, white-haired man in a bright red suit stood there scowling at her.

“Santa??!!” she gasped in utter disbelief. “Where the hell did YOU come from??”

“The North Pole, little girl; where else?” he said, looking at her as though staring right through her. “You’re not supposed to be here, Emma.”

“I can be anywhere I – HEY!” she blurted out in astonishment. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m supposed to know these things,” he told her calmly. “And I know for a fact you’ve been very naughty this year.”

Emma tried to stifle a giggle and couldn’t. “So what?” she responded defiantly. “I’m all grown up! I can do anything I want to!”

“I don’t think Angela would appreciate finding out you were here on Christmas Eve making love to her man.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t – how did YOU know??!!” she blurted out in shock.

“I told you; I’m SUPPOSED to know these things!” Then he gave her an ominous glare. “It just so happens that Angela’s home is coming up on my route. I wonder what she would do if I were to tell her you were here with her boyfriend tonight.”

Emma froze in her tracks… “Santa, you WOULDN’T!”

“I think she would be quite angry; wouldn’t you agree?”

“Santa, you really don’t have to tell her, do you?”

“I’m Santa, little girl. I don’t lie to people.”

“Santa, please don’t tell her!” Emma pleaded. “I’ll be good; I promise.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” he asked skeptically. “After all, this is coming from the girl who was caught in the closet with another girl’s boyfriend at the Christmas party a few nights ago!”

Emma couldn’t help giggling… that is, until Santa turned toward the chimney. “I think Angela needs to know,” he decided.

“No; WAIT!” Emma blurted out as she dropped her clothes and rushed toward him. Then she began rubbing his crotch. She could feel it right there and she smiled and rubbed it a little more, feeling it starting to stir…

“Santa, I could make it worth your while.”

He didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking at her in her underwear as she knelt in front of him. She found the waistband to his bottoms and pulled it down, revealing a nice, juicy cock.

“I’m sure it’s been a long, tiring night, Santa,” she purred at him. “You deserve a little something for all your hard work, don’t you think?”

She took him into her mouth, wondering if she was sucking for her very life. If that bitch ever found out she’d been here tonight there’d be no telling what she might do to her! She might actually have to quit her job and skip town!!

He hardened right up as she gave him her utmost attention, cupping his balls while moaning hungrily. “You really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. But he was moaning a little… moaning and thrusting. Emma figured a nice blowjob just might make him forget he ever saw her here!

It wasn’t long until she felt his cock start to swell. She caressed his balls even more, coaxing him to let her have it all. A moment later he grunted as he thrust hard into her mouth.

It was more than she expected; Emma couldn’t quite swallow it all. Some of it trickled down her lips as she gobbled what she could. Then she wiped it off her lips with a finger before sticking the digit into her mouth and licking it clean.

“Are we good now, Santa?” Emma asked coyly, giving him a mischievous little smile. He just looked down at her as he pulled his bottoms back up.

“You know, you really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. “Do you know how many requests I’ve gotten about you? Do you know how many times I’ve had to decline such evil desires on the part of so many women wanting you dead?”

“Santa, I can’t help it if their men are attracted to me,” she giggled. “If those bitches would just get on their knees like I do then they wouldn’t have to worry about little ol’ me!”

His face clouded over; her cavalier attitude had finally gotten to him. “Sit down, Emma,” he told her, pointing at a chair with wooden armrests.

“Santa, I really need to be going…”

“I said ‘SIT’!”

“Yes, sir!” she responded meekly, quickly sitting down in the chair he’d pointed out.

The jolly old elf reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of large, unusual looking candy canes. Then he pointed them right at her. Red, white and green bunting suddenly flew out of both of them, magically wrapping around Emma’s arms until she was firmly secured to the chair!

She was shocked and she started to struggle, looking for all the world like she had just been secured to the armrests with limp candy canes!! “HEY!” she blurted out. “You can’t do this to me – mmmph!”

More bunting flew out of one of the canes, this time wrapping around her face and covering her mouth so that she couldn’t speak. Then he pointed the candy canes at her legs. Bunting flew out until her legs were quickly secured to the legs of the chair.

Emma let out a muffled grunt of indignation as Santa looked curiously at her. Then he sighed heavily. “I really do think I should handle all those old requests, Emma,” he said sadly. “After all; you’ve been a VERY naughty girl who shows absolutely NO inclination whatsoever of mending her ways!”

Emma shook her head, her eyes flashing indignantly. That’s when Santa reached down and picked up the plastic bag the slippers had come in. With a deft flick of his wrist he walked over and then pulled it down over her head.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror and she started shaking her head, frantically muffling, “SANTA; NO!!! DON’T DO IT!” Then he took some bunting and wrapped it tightly around her neck. Emma’s eyes grew big as saucers as the bag started to inflate and then deflate with each breath she took through her nose.

“I’ll leave a little note for Angela in her stocking,” he said with a sad little smile. “I think she’ll enjoy coming over first thing in the morning and finding you right here in this chair. It will be a nice little Christmas present for her and for all the other women whose boyfriend’s you’ve made out with! It seems that sucking too much cock has led to your downfall, little girl.”

Emma cried out in horror, her head shaking back and forth. The bag inflated and deflated more and more as she tried to breathe. She wriggled and squirmed in the chair, her panties becoming damp from her peril as she tried to break free.

“There’s one small consolation for you, Emma,” he told her with a sad little smile. “At least you’ll have one last orgasm before you stop breathing.”

Emma violently shook her head back and forth, the bag rapidly inflating and deflating. Then she stiffened as her eyes started to roll. She shuddered hard in orgasm as the interior of the bag began to fog up.

She got all dizzy and lightheaded as she struggled to breathe. But the bag would not inflate anymore; she was trying to suck it in through her nose! She shuddered hard as she tried to inhale. Then her head lolled forward as her eyes glazed over.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he sighed. Then he looked down at himself as though contemplating the handiwork of her last act. “I can see why the guys liked that mouth of yours, Emma. But a lot of women will be happy now that you’re gone.” Then he walked over to the chimney. Laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

Emma sat slumped in the chair, candy cane bunting wrapped tightly around her arms and legs. The plastic bag over her head had fogged over. But there were some words written on it that were clearly legible to the naked eye…

SUFFOCATION DANGER

KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN

© 2013 (written for Emma Dec 17 ’13 by riwa)

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Janet’s Research Journal Entry 4.4 (35)

Research Journal Entry DR2-20ftJeJaBr052411

This is a private journal entry written for Doctor Frederick Crocker. The purpose of this entry is to record my experiences and observations during the testing of the T-serum misting of the lungs under drowning conditions at 20 feet during adverse circumstances. I was subjected to forced stimulation, and experienced sexual climax several times during the process of taking water into the lungs and drowning. What follows are my thoughts and observations, starting with the witnessing of a similar experiment conducted upon one Brianna M Blackswell.

Doctor Crocker had been experimenting with the T-serum mist upon his subjects over the course of several weeks. His lab assistant Riwa Sharperson was often present with the subjects, and was frequently permitted a certain intimacy with them. But for this particular experiment Doctor Crocker desired to be at the controls in person.

For the first test I was allowed to assist Jenna Nichols in escorting Brianna to her position in the tank. Jenna and I wore the laboratory’s specially designed white, form-fitting one-piece swimsuits that were cut well up the thighs and revealed a lot of cleavage. For the purposes of the experiment Miss Blackswell was required to be nude.

All three of us were equipped with full face masks and surface hoses. We all wore weight belts as we descended the steps into the tank. We walked down to the landing in six feet of water where the platform with the orgasm sled awaited us. Then we proceeded to prepare Miss Blackswell.

She knelt and then straddled the orgasm sled where she sat upon a thick metal post that served as both sensor as well as stimulation device. We were required to strap her legs to the side of the sled for the purposes of keeping her securely in position. Then we were requited to secure her arms straight down to the orgasm sled as well so she would not accidentally free herself in the middle of the experiment.

Securing her was a necessary precaution according to Doctor Crocker. Even with the weight belt, there was the distinct possibility of her thrashing around upon the sled, working herself off and possibly even losing the weight belt and drifting upward. If that were to happen, the results of the experiment would become greatly compromised.

Jenna and Brianna talked to each other the whole time during the securing process, often tossing sexual innuendos at each other. Miss Nichols and Miss Blackswell are well known among the staff to be intimate with each other. Jenna even communicated how jealous she was of the great sexual ride her friend was about to embark upon.

Brianna finally confirmed to us that the post was fully inside her vagina. She said it felt good inside her and that she believed she was going to receive great orgasms while she was drowning. Even her clitoris was pressed against a projection coming out of the orgasm sled that would buzz and vibrate her once the sled was activated. When confronted with her friend’s jealousy, she simply grinned as she replied, “Eat your hearts out, girls!”

We finished securing the subject, whereupon Doctor Crocker’s voice came through all our facemasks asking Brianna if she was all right. She indicated that she was already horny and was rather looking forward to the experience. Jenna and I then stepped off the platform where we headed back up the steps and out of the tank as the platform took the orgasm sled down into deeper water with Miss Blackswell secured to it until she was at a depth of ten feet.

After shedding our weights and face masks Jenna and I were permitted to observe the proceedings and to remain on standby until it was time to go back down and retrieve Brianna. So we walked over to a window with a good view. Assistant Barbara Johansen, an attractive Swede from Stockholm, was tasked with assisting Doctor Crocker throughout the experiment. Both had microphones in front of them and were able to communicate freely with Miss Blackwell through her full face mask. We were all granted access by speakers to the words she uttered as well as any sounds she might make throughout the test.

“I’m turning the sled on now, Brianna,” Doctor Crocker told the subject. “Injecting T-serum mist now,” Miss Johansen added. Jenna and I stiffened with excitement as we watched the proceedings.

“Now don’t get too excited watching me up there, ok doc?” was Miss Blackswell’s playful reply. Jenna looked at me and made the comment how this was going to be so much fun to watch.

The orgasm sled was activated and Miss Blackswell soon began to whimper and moan. “I bet you wish you were down here in my place, Jenna!” she gasped. “This feels so fucking good! The first one is going to hit any moment now!”

“Subject’s vagina is clenching around the probe,” Miss Johansen told the doctor with a smile. “She is inhaling the mist, and she is responding well to the stimulation.” The doctor nodded in reply, but Jenna leaned close to me and giggled as she told me they sure didn’t have to worry about her friend failing to respond to any stimuli.

We could all hear Brianna’s voice through her face mask as she gasped and moaned. “Oh fuck, doc!” she kept blurting out. “Oh fuck – oh fuck – oh fuck!” I could tell she was writhing against the probe in her vagina in response to the stimulation. It was actually making me quite wet just watching her squirm while listening to her sexual cries of arousal and ecstasy down there in the tank.

“Oh fuck, doc; it’s here!” she suddenly proclaimed. Then with an extremely loud “OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” her body became quite animated impaled on that probe. Jenna and I looked at each other nervously, but the good doctor reassured us we had secured her properly and that all the readings were normal.

“Fuck; that was a good one!” Miss Blackswell finally gasped into her full facemask. “I’ll bet you loved watching that too, eh doc? And I’ll bet you are jealous as hell up there watching me; eh Jenna?”

“Slut!” was all Miss Nichols answered in playful reply. Barbara gave Jenna an amused glance before turning back to her board of instruments and monitors.

Doctor Crocker spoke into the microphone and said, “I’m going to take you through a couple more before we flood your facemask; ok, Brianna?”

“Anything you say, doc!” She was definitely most eager to continue with the test.

“Lucky bitch!” I heard Jenna mutter under her breath as she stood right next to me. I had to agree. I, too, was jealous of Miss Blackswell being on the receiving end of all those orgasms.

Doctor Crocker soon increased the power to the sled. Miss Blackswell huffed and puffed and writhed and groaned even more as her body really began wriggling and squirming. It was terribly arousing to watch. I’m glad my swimsuit was still a little damp from our time in the water as I was hoping it would hide all the familiar signs of my arousal down between my legs.

“Oh fuck; here it comes again!” Miss Blackswell’s voice blurted out through her facemask. “Oh fuck, doc – oh fuck – I WANNA FUCK YOU!!” Then she was writhing and wriggling and crying out in orgasmic joy. Jenna and I looked over to see the doctor’s reaction to Brianna’s words. But he remained professional the whole time other than the faintest flicker of a smile at the edge of his lips.

“Subject’s vagina still clenching the probe, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed in a clinical voice. He nodded as he turned the controls up. “More power coming, Brianna,” he said into the microphone near his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jenna!” her friend in the tank gasped deliriously. “You should feel… feel this… ohmygawd; this feels incredible!” Even though we had secured her properly I think Miss Nichols and I were still afraid she might somehow break free of her straps the way she was squirming so much.

“Oh fuck, doc… fuck it’s coming again… I CAN’T… CAN’T STOP… FUCK, I’M CUMMMMING!!” Then she was writhing like crazy as she screamed in orgasm.

“Heartrate has reached test levels, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed calmly. That’s when he released the oxygenated water down Miss Blackwell’s hose toward her face mask.

“Better hold your breath, baby, ‘cause here it comes!” Jenna cried out gleefully. Then she mockingly bulged her cheeks to suggest her friend might be wise in doing the same.

I was enthralled by the whole process, unable to keep from squirming as I observed the water flowing down Miss Blackswell’s clear air hose. She was riding that sled like a woman possessed, frantically fucking that probe as though she desperately wanted it to cum inside her. “Here comes the water, Miss Blackswell,” Barbara spoke into her microphone near her lips.

We all heard Brianna start to gurgle… “Doc, I… wait, I…” Then her facemask was full, the water backing up in her air hose.

She suddenly had a look of fear in her eyes, but that was to be expected. Miss Blackswell and Miss Nichols had gone through the experience of being drowned several times before. But each time there was still that element of fear involved. Perhaps that is what made the experience all the more exciting for them both in the way they had described it to me so many times before. And more and more I found myself wanting to have the same experience at least once.

“Still clenching,” Miss Johansen observed as she studied her readouts. Then Brianna started shaking her head. We all heard her muffled, gurgly words over the speakers… “DOC, I CAN’T HOLD… OH FUCK, THE SLED… SHIT; I’M CUMMING!!” Then she grunted and gurgled as she really began riding that probe, almost as though she was bouncing up and down on it.

“She can’t hold it much longer,” Jenna gasped breathlessly. “You just can’t hold your breath when you’re cumming like that!” Then I looked over to see she was shamelessly rubbing her crotch.

I was extremely turned on, but I didn’t want to be so sexually obvious in front of her. I never wanted either girl to misinterpret any of my actions while working for the good doctor as I was not into lesbian relationships. But it was too arousing to just stand there and do nothing. I just had to relieve myself.

I reached down and rubbed myself while glancing over at the doctor. His lab coat easily obscured any woodie he might have been sporting. But even his assistant Barbara was not wholly unaffected as she was panting heavily for breath while watching her instruments.

We all heard a bubbly “FUCK NO!” as Miss Blackswell bubbled and gurgled. There was a visible explosion of expelled breath in her flooded facemask. Then she was grunting and gurgling and bubbling as she started to drown.

“FUCK!” Jenna gasped as she winced and shuddered beside me, her hand furiously rubbing her crotch. I found myself all out of breath as Miss Blackswell thrashed about all secured to the orgasm sled. “Vagina is clenching probe even harder, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed. Now the good doctor was panting heavily as well, his eyes appearing to glaze over a little.

Brianna appeared to be in agony as we all heard gurgly sounds come out of the speaker. She jerked and convulsed from each inhalation of water into her lungs. Then there was another bubbly cry followed by another explosion of breath.

“Fuck; she’s cumming again!” Jenna breathed next to me in pure rapture as she savagely rubbed herself. I stood there watching breathlessly as I rubbed myself as well, thoroughly hypnotized by the spectacle.

“Readings, Barb?” the doctor called out.

“Green across the board, doctor. Lungs are filling with water at expected levels. The orgasms are serving as the stress factors for a very frantic, agonizing drowning.”

“Very good, Barb.”

Brianna seemed to calm down a little, her mouth gaping open as her eyes stared outward in shock. “Popping face mask now,” Barb intoned. The magnetic connections came apart and her face mask was suddenly pulled upward out of the tank, leaving Miss Blackswell without any further air supply in her underwater environment.

“Barb?” the doctor asked.

“Vagina still clenching, doctor.”

“Wow, she’s really fucking it, isn’t she!” Jenna gasped in awe while panting heavily to get her breath back from the orgasm she had just endured. All I could so was stare with wonder, amazed she was still fucking that probe with all that water in her lungs.

Brianna suddenly grunted as she started wriggling and squirming like crazy. This time I detected a sudden color change in the area immediately in front of her crotch. “Oh fuck; she just SQUIRTED!” Jenna gasped in amazement. “The slut actually squirted!”

“One more and we’ll conclude the test,” Doctor Crocker said to no one in particular. Then he cranked up the controls to the orgasm sled.

Brianna suddenly jerked as though she could feel it inside her. Then she was grunting and coughing up water along with a few stray bubbles as she fucked that probe for all she was worth. That’s when I soaked myself as I climaxed so very hard. Next to me Jenna was utterly astonished…

“Oh fuck, she’s really… she’s drowned and yet she’s still fucking that probe!”

“She’s still clenching the probe with her vagina, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed. “Oh my goodness, I think she’s having another climax!” That’s when Miss Blackswell shuddered hard, her eyes rolling up into her head. Then she became absolutely still as she sat fully impaled on that probe up her pussy.

“Girls!” Doctor Crocker demanded. Jenna and I shook ourselves out of our aroused reverie and scurried over to the edge of the tank.

We dove in head first – pretty impressive dives if I do say so myself. Then we swam down toward Miss Blackswell who was not moving at all while fully impaled upon the sled. She was just sitting there with a vacant expression in her eyes, her mouth gaping open as the platform slowly brought her back up to the six foot level.

I freed the straps to the right side of her body while Jenna freed the left. We popped the quick release to her weight belt and then swam her limp body up to the surface, the two of us blowing bubbles out of our noses. When we got her to the edge of the pool there were paramedics from the infirmary already waiting with a gurney and the machine to remove the fluid out of her lungs. Within moments they had her on the gurney and were rushing her away.

Doctor Crocker sighed as he shut down his instruments. “Well?” he asked Miss Johansen.

“I think it went rather well, doctor,” the curvaceous Swede replied with a smile. “She was obviously conscious and clenching the whole time, especially after she settled into the experience of water in her lungs.”

“Is she ok?” I asked nervously. “What happened, doctor?”

“Sensory overload, Miss Wamsley,” he replied. “…not from the drowning or the water in her lungs, but from the orgasms she kept on experiencing.”

“Wow!” Jenna gasped admiringly. “I can’t WAIT for my turn!”

“In due time, Miss Nichols; in due time,” the doctor told her with a smile. “In the meantime your services are no longer required, ladies. I appreciate your help. You two may go now. Thanks for all your assistance.”

“Anytime, doctor,” I told him. I was actually feeling pretty good from the orgasm I’d experienced while watching Brianna in the tank. But now I needed to go get myself all cleaned up.

I followed Jenna to the showers, still feeling a little breathless from what we had just witnessed. She still seemed to be in awe of the whole experience. “You think I’m going to cum like that 20 feet down when it’s my turn, Janet?” she asked excitedly. “Fuck; I sure hope so!”

What I didn’t tell her was that I was having serious thoughts about asking the good doctor of I could take her place and volunteer to drown for him at the experiment’s required 20 foot level while riding the orgasm sled. It just looked too damned erotic to miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like that…

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Watching Brianna Blackswell ride that orgasm sled while drowning had a profound effect on me. No matter how hard I tried I simply could not banish those erotic images out of my mind. So I did something I probably should not have done: I went to see her that evening in the infirmary.

She was doing quite well considering her lungs had been deliberately flooded, even though they had been flooded with oxygenated water while under the effects of the T-serum mist. She still had the mask over her mouth and nose to pull all the moisture out of her lungs. She was alone when I arrived, and she smiled when she saw me.

“Janet, so good of you to come check on me! But I’m doing great; really I am! Doc says he wants to keep me in here another day just to be sure, although I think my lungs are pretty much clear now.” Then she wrinkled her face unhappily as she added, “I guess that means I’m going to miss the show with Jenna tomorrow.”

I smiled at her before fumbling for the questions I wanted to ask. But I couldn’t make the words come out. She gave me a quizzical look before smiling knowingly at me.

“You want to know what it was like, don’t you,” she said to me, anticipating what I was going to ask. “I can see it in your eyes.” I blushed before nodding my head.

“Janet, it was incredible! The orgasms I had were more intense than any orgasms I’ve ever had before! No wonder Jenna can’t wait for her turn in the tank!”

I smiled shyly at her. Then I asked, “What was it like… to drown, I mean?”

“Well it was scary at first,” she told me hesitantly. “It’s always scary when you can’t hold your breath and you know your lungs are about to give out. Then I started sucking water. I remember thrashing about in panic, but you’ve seen me do that plenty of times before during all those other tests. But that just made the orgasms all the more intense.” Then she smiled knowingly at me again as she added, “But you know me, Janet! I’m in it for the orgasms!”

“What was it like after you, uh…?”

“After I ‘drowned’? I was conscious, of course; you always remain conscious. But it’s like it was so damned hard to take a breath! What’s more, I just couldn’t stop fucking those probes! For some reason I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming until I, well… I guess I just blacked out from the intensity of all those orgasms.”

“It really wrung me out, Janet!” she went on. “I think I slept for six hours straight! Even now I still kinda feel like I’m fucking those posts! And the dreams I’ve had have been incredible; I keep cumming in my sleep! Now you know why I volunteered!”

I looked at her and nodded, but she must have seen something in my expression. Then she got quiet as that same knowing smile blossomed all over her face. “You’re going to go see Dr. Crocker to volunteer for the 20 foot test, aren’t you!”

“What makes you say that?” I gulped nervously.

“Janet, you can’t hide it from me! It’s written all over your face! Good luck trying to take Jenna’s place!”

“I, uh… I’m glad you’re ok, Bree. I, uh… I think I’ll be going now.”

“Damn! You’re going to go ask doc right now, aren’t you! And he’s going to keep me in here another 24 hours! You’re going to ride the orgasm sled tomorrow and I’m going to miss it! It’s not fair!”

“I’m glad you’re doing fine, Bree. See you later.” Then I made a hasty exit. But the words she hurled at me as I headed out the door filled me with dismay…

“Good luck trying to take Jenna’s place tomorrow!”

I tracked the good doctor down in one of the labs where he was going over some data. “Got a minute, Doc?” I asked carefully.

“Anything for you, Janet. What can I do for you?”

“I was thinking about that test at 20 feet tomorrow and I…”

“Of course you can help secure Jenna in the orgasm sled. I’ve got a new girl named Diane Seangel who’ll be assisting you. I knew you would want to be involved so I’ve already set it up.”

“No, Doc,” I said, gulping down the lump in my throat. “That’s not it. It’s just that I, uh…”

“You what, Janet?” I decided I’d better hurry up and spit it out before I talked myself right out of it.

“Doc, I want to be the one riding the orgasm sled tomorrow.” He didn’t even hesitate…

“Nothing doing, Janet. I promised Skip I wouldn’t put you at risk in any of my experiments.” He was right of course, but I was suddenly filled with a burst of that Wamsley stubbornness. I amazed even myself!

“I’m serious, Doc; I really want to ride the orgasm sled tomorrow!”

“I know you’re serious, Janet. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to go against Skip’s instructions concerning your participation. After all, I gave him my word!”

“Doc, I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me and I’ve never once complained. It’s been a pleasure being here watching your experiments and helping you out whenever I can. And I’ve never once asked you for any favors, have I?”

“No, Janet; you haven’t.” That’s when I played my lone trump card…

“Do you remember what you said to me after that one test several weeks ago when I jumped right in and helped out during that emergency… and how you were so impressed with the way I just dove right in and did what I could? Do you remember what you said to me?” That’s when his face fell…

“Janet, don’t do this to me…”

“You said if there was anything you could do for me, don’t hesitate to ask… that’s what you said, right?”

“Janet, there’s a certain element of risk to these experiments, and I’m keeping my promise to Skip…”

“Anything you could do for me, isn’t that right?”

“Damnit, Janet; you KNOW what I meant by that…”

“And you know how much I love orgasms and holding my breath and cumming underwater, right?”

“Yes, Janet but…”

“You need volunteers… and you need them for the orgasm sled, right?”

“But I’ve already promised Jenna the 20 foot test…”

“I haven’t asked anything for myself while I’ve been here the whole time. But you said ‘anything you could do for me’, Doc… and this is something you can do for me!”

“Janet I don’t think you truly understand the risks of what you’re asking me to allow you to participate in.”

“Doc, I know the risks! I really want to do this!”

“Have you been talking to Brianna in the infirmary?”

“What difference does it make?”

“Did she talk you into this?”

“No, Doc. I just asked her about what she went through is all.”

“Janet, I promised Skip…”

“I know you did, Doc. But I really want to volunteer for this! I’m sure Jenna will be disappointed. But I also know you are working on other drowning tests she can volunteer for later on, am I right?”

“Well… yes…”

“And you need the data from 20 feet, right?”

“Janet, you’re putting me in an awful spot here.”

“Doc, all I’m doing is asking. I’m trying not to beg… but I’ll get on my knees if that will make a difference.” At that point I probably would have sucked him off just to get my way!

As if to show him I meant it I actually started to get down on my knees before he grabbed me and lifted me back up. “That isn’t necessary, Janet,” he told me. Then he smiled at me.

“Here’s the deal, Miss Wamsley. You go to your room and sleep on it tonight. If you wake up tomorrow and you’re still this determined then I’ll see what I can do.”

“That’s all I ask, Doc.” Then I kissed him on the cheek. With renewed hope I went off to my room, hoping I would finally get to experience just once what all of Doctor Crocker’s other volunteers had been experiencing all these many weeks, especially all those juicy drowning orgasms…

I had a hard time sleeping that night. When I wasn’t tossing and turning I was having wet dreams… VERY wet dreams! The wettest one was when I dreamed Jenna and Brianna were holding me down in the pool until I drowned… and I squirted so hard I soaked the sheets!

The next morning I woke up and showered thoroughly. I did everything I thought was necessary to prepare for the big test. Then I went off and reported to the tank.

Jenna, Diane and Barbara were all there of course. But right away I could tell Jenna wasn’t very happy. She was simply unable to hide the disappointment in her features.

“Well, Miss Wamsley?” the doc asked the moment I showed up. I was still afraid he was going to say no. So right then and there I started stripping out of my white one-piece right in front of everyone. I was so determined to go through with this that I was willing to strip naked in front of everybody!

“Damn!” I heard Jenna mutter unhappily. I shrugged my shoulders and then gave her sort of a “sorry about that” look. That’s when she smiled at me.

“I FINALLY get to see Janet Wamsley drown!” she said with a certain amount of enthusiasm. “This is going to be so fucking GOOD!” That gave me such an erotic shudder that my pussy got all wet right then and there.

“Ok, girls,” Doc told them. “Let’s get ready!” That’s when we all went over and started putting on the full face masks.

When we had the weight belts and were ready to go, the girls escorted me down the steps into the tank. You have no idea how excited I was. I was also frightened out of my wits, but I wasn’t about to tell that to anyone!

“Make sure she’s fully secured to that sled, girls!” Doc’s voice said over our headsets. “She’s never had the T-serum mist before and I want all this data! So let’s not screw this up, ok?” Maybe he was being extra careful… or maybe he was simply trying to scare me into chickening out before the test truly started.

“Strap her down tight, Diane!” Jenna advised, her voice coming through her full face mask loud and clear as she helped me over to the platform with the sled. “It’s going to be a pleasure watching THIS one drown!” Her eagerness gave me another set of shivers, making me even more scared and aroused!

“I’ll bet these are going to feel really good inside you,” she told me with a sly grin, motioning at the probes as I knelt over the sled. Then I started to impale myself on them. I gasped as both posts pushed into my holes. I had to relax my sphincter a little to get the one in my ass. But it actually felt kinda good!

“Are you SURE you don’t wanna change your mind, Janet?” Jenna chuckled at me.

“No way!” I declared, trying to sound a lot more enthusiastic than I felt. “I’m really going through with this!” I was fully aware the good doctor could change his mind and have me hauled back up at any moment… and I didn’t want that to happen!

I finally ended up fully impaled, no thanks to Jenna who gleefully pushed down on my shoulders. Then she and Diane began strapping me to the orgasm sled. I was so scared and yet so aroused that I thought I was going to cum right then and there underwater!

“You know what we could do to you now that you’re all strapped down, Janet?” Jenna chuckled at me. Then she started to reach out as though she was going to cup my boobs.

“DON’T YOU DARE!” I blurted out. She just laughed at me before waving dismissively… “You know we wouldn’t do that to you!”

“What’s going on?” Doctor Crocker asked into the microphone from his position up at the controls.

“Just getting Janet ready for the test, Doc,” Jenna chuckled aloud into her face mask. The look on Diane’s face told me she wished she was the one riding the sled instead of me.

“You can always back out, Miss Wamsley,” Doc’s voice called out. “Yeah; back out now and let me take my ride!” Jenna urged.

“I’m ready for this, Doc!” I called back, trying to sound enthusiastic. But inwardly I was trembling like a leaf… trembling from nervousness and trembling from a growing arousal.

I couldn’t help wondering what readings Barbara Johansen was already getting on her panel. I certainly hoped they weren’t giving anything away that might make them abort my participation in the test. But what she said next made me a little worried…

“Her heartrate is up, doctor,” Barbara’s voice intoned evenly. “She’s already clenching the probes… and they haven’t even been turned on yet.”

“That’s because she can’t wait to drown for us!” Jenna called back with a laugh.

“Get out of here, you two, so I can enjoy this test!” I told Diane and Jenna, trying to sound as though I was eager to get on with it. But inwardly I was shaking… and my pussy was wet as hell! It was easy riding those probes as I was really wet and lubricated from my nervous excitement!

“Sending her down, doctor,” Miss Johansen said evenly, her voice coming through my face mask. I watched as Jenna and Diane climbed the steps out of the tank. Jenna was mumbling something; she was really disappointed about not getting to participate in the test. Then the platform started to take me down.

I felt the pressure increase as I went past 12 feet… 14… 16. My ears popped at 18 until the platform finally came to a halt at 20. “How are you doing, Miss Wamsley?” the good doctor called down to me.

“I’m just fine, Doc,” I called back through my facemask. “My ears just popped so I’m good to go!”

“Subject’s vagina is clenching; heartrate is elevated,” Miss Johansen’s voice intoned.

“Last chance to back out, Miss Wamsley.”

“Nothing doing, Doc!” I called out with as much determination in my voice as I could work up. “I’m here to orgasm and drown for you all up there, so you’d better enjoy watching the show down here!”

“I know I’m sure going to enjoy it!” That was Jenna’s voice; I could see her standing with Diane in that window. She had this big, stupid grin on her face. That’s when I felt an erotic jolt, and I started to hyperventilate.

“Subject’s heartrate is approaching test levels, doctor,” Barbara’s voice stated in that controlled voice.

“If there are no objections then I’m turning the sled on now, Miss Wamsley,” Doctor Crocker called out. “Injecting T-serum mist now.” I noticed he was being real formal with me.

There was a faint hiss in the face mask as the sled came to life. The probes started buzzing as they thrust up and down inside me. But I was so nervous about drowning that at first my body failed to respond, especially when I coughed a little.

“Are you ok, Miss Wamsley?” I almost chickened out right then and there. But that’s when I remembered my conversation with Brianna in the infirmary, remember that look of great satisfaction in her eyes.

“C’mon, Doc; fuck me!” I urged. “You’ve always wanted to watch me cum and drown! Now’s your big chance!” That’s when I really started throwing myself into it.

“Oh fuck; look at her go!” That was Jenna’s voice being picked up by a nearby microphone. I looked up and saw her reach down and touch herself. Next to her Diane looked as though she was having a hard time catching her breath.

I had another minor cough as I threw myself into fucking those probes. Here I was 20 feet down being fucked underwater… and soon I would be forced to hold my breath before drowning! The idea of it all suddenly shot my arousal factor clear through the roof!!

I started panting heavily as though I couldn’t catch my breath. It dawned on me this was probably the only test the good doctor was ever going to allow me to participate in. That’s when I finally tossed away all my inhibitions, forgetting about the scary part of my imminent drowning as I really rode that sled…

“Wow… oh fuck… this is… no wonder Bree loved it… OH MY… FUCK, I’m CUMMING!” Then I was screaming my orgasm as I furiously rode those probes fucking my holes.

Up in the observation room I heard Jenna’s jealous voice… “Fuck, look at her go!”

“I want a turn when she’s done!” Diane added.

“Subject’s vagina really clenching the probe, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed in a clinical voice. I watched him nod as he turned the controls up.

The buzzing intensified, causing me to ride those probes even harder. I got this wicked thought in my head, and I teasingly called up to him, “I’m REALLY fucking your cock hard now, Doc!” I heard Jenna laugh as her voice carried back down… “Ride those probes, girl! YEAH!” Then I was screaming into my facemask as a second orgasm flooded over me.

“Heartrate has reached test levels, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed calmly. Two orgasms and I was already there! That’s when I heard the good doctor call down, “Last chance to back out, Miss Wamsley.”

“DROWN ME, DOCTOR!” I cried out, becoming giddy from my orgasms. “Drown the slut!” I heard Jenna’s voice come down to me. I thought about saying something to her in reply, but I felt too damn good to care.

“Releasing the oxygenated water now, Miss Wamsley,” the Doc’s voice warned. Then I heard water rushing down the hose.

I heard the microphone pick up Jenna’s voice as she called out, “Better hold your breath, Janet, ‘cause here it comes!” I looked up to see her bulge her cheeks as though she was holding her breath. Then I inhaled just in time before a rush of water came down the hose and filled my facemask.

It started to back up the hose as the probes buzzed my holes a little harder. Instinctively I held my breath as I eagerly rode those posts. I faintly heard Doc’s voice in my facemask say something like, “We’re committed, Miss Wamsley. Good luck.” Then all was quiet save for the buzzing in my pussy and ass.

It swelled within me like the pressure in a volcano trying to blow the top off. The longer I held my breath the more aroused I became. Then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I lost a burst of bubbles as an extremely intense orgasm washed over me. I let out a bubbly “OH FUCK!” as I really rode those probes. Then Jenna’s voice penetrated the haze of my sexual lusts… “She really squirted that time, Doc!”

I came down off my sexual high only to discover that I was still totally strapped in. I began to wriggle and squirm as my lungs began to ache. That’s when I faintly picked up Jenna’s sing-song voice… “Janet’s gonna drown – Janet’s gonna drown!”

My eyes got big at the enormity of what I had just committed myself to. For a moment I started to panic as I struggled to hold my breath for as long as I could. My facemask was totally flooded; there wasn’t a molecule of air anywhere that I could access!!

The magnetic connections to my facemask suddenly popped, hitting me with a jolt of fearful arousal. Then I felt it being pulled away from me, felt my air supply going bye-bye!! As it was pulled away I heard Jenna’s fading voice… “Janet’s gonna drown – Janet’s gonna drown!”

In growing panic I tried to gulp my breath back down, tried to use it all over again. But my lungs wanted a fresh batch and they were really starting to heave! Meanwhile those probes kept fucking me until I could feel a mammoth orgasm coming on strong!

I looked up to see Jenna rubbing herself like crazy. Even Diane looked like she had gotten all hot and bothered. But Doc and Barb were watching their readings as though they didn’t give a damn I was about to drown!!

I couldn’t hear anymore; the facemask was gone. I was too deep to hear the speakers in the tank. I wanted to tell the Doc I had changed my mind, but it was too damned late!! Then my lungs gave out.

That first rush of fluid down my windpipe set me off, causing me to scream my breath away. Then I started thrashing about. The posts were fucking me hard and I was cumming like crazy… but I was inhaling water and I was drowning and it was incredible the agony I was in!

I don’t know how long it took to totally flood my lungs. All I know is that it felt like an eternity. I bucked and shuddered and spasmed and nearly doubled over from the agony of it all.

Bubbles slipped out past my lips as I couldn’t keep my air in at all. Something in the back of my mind observed that I probably looked just like Bree did at the moment of her drowning in the tank yesterday. Then it felt like I wasn’t hurting quite so much.

The buzzing in my holes got worse, and I grunted as I started thrashing about again. Then I was coughing up water and cumming and drowning all over again… cumming and coughing and gurgling and drowning…

…and that’s the last thing I remember about being in the tank…

When I awakened I found myself in a bed in the infirmary with a mask over my face. A machine was humming and my chest hurt some. I coughed a little and that made me feel better.

I looked over and saw Jenna sitting in a chair watching me. “Did you finally wake up?” she asked with a sly grin. “I think you were asleep even longer than Bree!”

“What happened?” I asked groggily through the mask over my face. At least my vocal cords worked.

“Oh, you went nuts down in the tank, honey,” she told me enthusiastically. “That last time I think you started squirting and you didn’t even stop once Diane and I got to you and freed you. I think you were still squirting as we swam you up out of the tank. Hell, you were cumming on the gurney all the way into the infirmary! They had to change beds twice because you soaked them both!” I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes she thought that was funny as hell.

“So how do you feel?” she asked. “The Doc was a little worried about you although Barb said your readings were green across the board. I think he’s going to get some good data off you being as how you have never had the T-serum mist in your lungs until now. As a fresh volunteer he should be able to get some great data!”

“I feel…” I started to say. Then I paused to take stock of how I really felt. It felt as though I’d been cumming non-stop for hours!

“I feel like I’ve been gang-banged all night long,” I told her with a wry smile. “…and I’ve never been gang-banged in my life!”

“So how would you know?” she asked with a grin.

“My body feels like… like it’s been royally fucked,” I replied.

“Lucky bitch! That’s the LAST one for you! Next time I’M the one who gets all the drowning fun! And now that Diane chick wants to ride the sled as well. Doc may very well have opened up a new can of worms with all the volunteers wanting to go for a ride! Hell, Janet; I think you just set the standard for most intense drowning orgasms ever! Bree’s DEFINITELY going to want to hear about this!”

I suddenly yawned and my eyes fluttered. “I’m going to let you get some sleep now, Janet,” she told me as she rose up to go. “Doc will be in later. You just rest up and let that machine suck all the moisture out of your lungs, ok?”

“Ok, Jenna,” I nodded wearily. I think I fell asleep before she even got out of the room…

This concludes this private journal entry written for Doctor Frederick Crocker. It is meant for his eyes and his eyes only. Skip would kill me if he ever found out I had taken such a risk, even though I was pretty confident of the success of the test I was participating in. The orgasms I experienced were out of this world, and as of yet I have been unable to replicate them. But maybe that is for the best…

© 2015 (written for Skip and Janet Oct 23 ’15 by riwa)

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