Confessions of a Male Club Attendant (m/m, m/f) 4.4 (58)

Posted on December 20, 2023 by riwa

I met them in the produce section of the local grocery store. To be more precise, I met Bert Stimps.

He saw me eyeing one of the women shoppers. He came up to me and remarked, “She’s hot; isn’t she?” I quietly told him that I certainly thought so.

He pointed at another one who was checking out cantaloupes. “What about that one? Would you like to bang that one?”

I looked around to make sure I wasn’t being set up. Then I told him, “Nice tits, tight ass, blonde hair. Yeah, I suppose I would under the right conditions.”

He gave me a knowing smile as he asked, “What would you say if I were to tell you I could make that happen?”

I gave him a stern look. “What the hell makes you think you could make that happen?”

“I’m married to her.”

“You’re crazy!”

I turned to head off in the opposite direction. He just grabbed my arm to stop me. “Wait; she’s coming over.”

I turned to see her approaching us. She had a smile on her face. “I hope I didn’t upset you by sending my husband over to introduce us. My name is Millie Stimps. This is my husband Bert.” I just nodded without speaking, believing I was truly being set-up.

“Did Bert tell you he could make arrangements for you to fuck me?”

Playing it safe, I decided to lie. “Well, he didn’t say anything like that. He only mentioned how hot you looked.”

“Bert, I wanted you to tell him he could fuck me!”

“I told him that, Millie!”

“You did?”

She eyed me as though judging how naughty I had been for being caught in a lie. “Well, no matter, Mr. uh…”

“Coxson. Jack Coxson.”

“Love the name. Anyway, the offer still stands. You see, my husband loves to watch me having sex with other men. He gets off on it.”

“How do I know I won’t get a bullet in the back of my skull?”

“A fair question. The answer is: you won’t. In fact, if this whole thing works out, we’d love to have you over more often. The last two guys we tried this with didn’t work out very well.”

I was still hesitant. But she looked bangable. I attract my fair share of propositions from women I come across. So I felt as though I had to take her offer somewhat seriously.

She could see it in my expression. “Bert, give Mr. Coxson $200.”

“Yes, dear.” Then he pulled out his wallet and gave me four $50s. I looked at him in confusion as I accepted them.

She asked, “You know the motel down the street?”

“I’ve been by it many times.”

“Go rent us a room. Tell the desk you’re waiting for Millie. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“And if I don’t show?”

“Well, Mr. Coxson. For a handsome young man who’s just been given some cash and an opportunity for a fuck, I expected you to be a lot brighter than that.”

She checked her watch. “See you at 3:00. C’mon, Bert. I want to go home and get ready for my fuck with Mr. Coxson here so I can rub it in your face when I get back home.” Then they both turned and left.

Hearing her talk like that made me a little horny. So I decided to see what might happen. Besides, I was already up $200 without having even done a damn thing.
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She showed up promptly at 3:00pm. She was wearing something slinky when I let her in.

She told me she wanted to record me so her husband could watch. But she suspected I wouldn’t allow it. She was right.

We proceeded to bang for the next three hours. The crazy bitch let me fuck her in all three holes. She was crazy orgasmic, crying out like a banshee whenever she climaxed.

She worked three cums out of me, filling three condoms. Then she got dressed. “Helluva workout you gave me, Mr. Coxson. I can’t wait to get home and give my husband every minute detail about how you had your way with me.”

She gave me another $200. Then she gave me her address and phone number. “If you’d like a little more grocery money, call us Friday evening if you want to have another session with a slut like me while my adoring husband is forced to watch.” Then she got dressed and left.

I watched her leave. Then I looked at the paper she’d given me with her address written on it. I shrugged my shoulders and put it in my wallet. I was already up $224, having spent only $176 for the room. What did I have to lose?
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That Friday night was the strangest sexual night of my life. Bert was naked, sporting an erection the entire time. What Millie was wearing was even slinkier than what she’d worn to that motel.

She started by blowing me in front of her husband. Then we fucked like rabbits. She degraded and emasculated him the entire time.

The first time, I came in her mouth. She kept it and shared it with her husband in a very sloppy kiss. Then she made him swallow it all. He stroked his dick until it oozed his spunk.

The second time, I came in her pussy. Millie made her husband come over and lick her clean. She even forced him to suck out all my cream before swallowing it. He stroked his dick until he came again.

The third time, she let me fuck her ass. Once I shot another load inside her, she made Bert come over. Then she squeezed it back out, making him swallow it. He masturbated a third time while he was eating it all.

We all got dressed. I was asked if I wanted to return. I told them I’d found it quite arousing, and was willing to come back for more.

Before I left, Millie kissed me at the door. She told me she loved humiliating her man. And since Bert loved it too, they were a very happy couple.

She asked me if I had any limitations. I told her I didn’t know. She said we could always find out when I came back next Friday. That was my cue to leave. So I thanked her before departing, having surprisingly earned another $200 for my efforts.
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The next Friday was more of the same, with one small exception. Bert got a little more involved. But it was not the kind of involvement I was expecting.

Millie started out by sucking my dick. Halfway through, she made Bert come over. Then husband and wife took turns sucking me. Bert wasn’t half bad, but I suspected he’d already had practice with their previous playmates.

The first time I came was in Bert’s mouth while he was stroking his dick. He ended up shooting his load a few seconds later. His wife called him a sissy and a faggot.

Next, I fucked Millie’s cunt. Bert was right there, sucking my cock clean whenever I took it out before I shoved it back inside her. When I left my load in her snatch, he was forced to lick me clean. Then he had to lick her and suck out all my cream, resulting in yet another humiliating climax for him.

Finally, I fucked Millie’s ass. Again, Bert was forced to suck my cock whenever I pulled it out before I put it back where it belonged. After leaving a third deposit, Bert again sucked my cock clean before swallowing all the cream Millie could squeeze out of her anal passage.

I left with my balls drained and another $200 in my pocket…
—
There were more Fridays. And things continued to escalate. Sometimes Bert was tied up and blindfolded so he could only listen. And still, he got hard.

Millie began using a strap-on. Bert was forced to suck both her and me. Then we would fuck him in both ends, with me usually being the one getting the blowjob. Afterwards, I would fuck Millie senseless, after which Bert would be forced to clean her up.

Asphyxiation was soon introduced into our play. We started out with me asphyxiating Millie while Bert oversaw things. They were cautious at first. But they soon got to where they could trust me.

Next, Bert was tied up and helpless while I fucked and asphyxiated Millie. She taunted him by saying I could strangle her and there would be nothing he could do about it. Bert amazed me by how hard he got during each and every one of our kinky plays.

One night, she had Bert tied to a wooden chair. Then she sat on his lap, impaled upon his dick. It was one of the few times she ever let him inside her during my visits.

She started by strangling him. Then she bagged him. Finally she ran a noose around his neck and up through an eyebolt in the ceiling. She pulled on the rope, strangling him as she rode him until he shot a load up into her.

She would suck my cock while she was strangling him. Then she made me shoot my loads all over his face. It was so degrading, but he really seemed to love it. It made that slut Millie orgasm like crazy.

Things took another turn when Millie asked me to fuck her husband. It was the first time I’d ever had my cock up another man’s ass. But my inhibitions had been lowered to the point where it didn’t seem to be such a big deal anymore, not with him sucking my cock all the time.

We took turns fucking him in both ends. Then she had me fuck him while she was bagging and strangling him. It made his ass tighten up so much that he always squeezed a cum right out of me. It also made him cum as well.
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One Friday night, we all ended up at the Club. Bert and Millie had asked if I would accompany them. And since they were paying me extra, I told them I’d be willing.

Millie wore a scantily-clad outfit. Bert wore a collar and leash as though he was his wife’s pet. While having some sort of sensor inserted into her navel, Millie made sure the attendants treated me as though I was in charge of the whole thing.

We got a lot of looks once we were inside the place. Millie took us to the lounge to dance while Bert sat in a booth and watched us. There was a certain amount of embarrassment to the whole thing, especially with everyone looking in our direction.

I briefly mentioned my discomfort to Millie. She told me it was ok with them if it was ok with me. Besides, she’d put me in the position of power, and I was supposed to enjoy myself.

I had long since learned to accept the strange requests that came from the Stimps. They certainly had an unusual relationship. But the benefits always outweighed the negatives, so I learned to roll with it.

Afterwards, we went off to what was called a snuff room. The place kind of shocked me. Bert and Millie acted as though it was no big deal. I suspected they had been there before.

We started out with me getting the usual blowjob from Bert and Millie while they were both naked. By now, I’d learned to be rough with them both. So I fucked their faces pretty good as though I was the master of the situation.

Millie loved taking my cum. But she preferred to humiliate her husband. So Bert always got my load. Afterwards, they kissed each other, sharing it back and forth before Bert swallowed it all.

Next, Bert had his arms tied behind his back. We laid him over the corner of the bed. Then he got it in both ends from me and Millie’s strap-on. I left the usual deposit deep up his ass while Millie made him deep-throat her toy.

Millie really wanted to humiliate her husband. So she strapped him into the electric chair. One of the posts went right up his ass, causing his cock to remain erect.

She and I started fucking each other, while she operated the remote to his chair. She really jolted him as I gave it to her good and hard. She loved seeing him jerk around, crying out from the pain.

The chair made him cream himself a couple times. It was amazing how hard he remained. I think it was partly due to that pill she’d made him take earlier.

She had me ejaculate all over his face while he was locked in the chair. Then we fucked some more. We did the usual name-calling at him as he sat in the chair, especially since Millie liked to degrade him. But he seemed to enjoy it as well.

We finally released him from the chair. He was limp as a wet rag, covered with his cum and mine. So we tied him up on the bed, giving him a good view as we fucked each other again.

Occasionally we went over and fucked his face, as it was near the edge of the bed. Millie still wore her strap-on. Bert stayed hard the entire time.

We got him onto his knees and fucked him in both ends again. Then Millie started strangling him while I fucked him. His cock went off yet again as I shot a load deep up his clenching ass.

We left him recovering on the floor as we fucked again. Millie screamed out a couple of orgasms. Then she said Bert was feeling left out.

His arms were still tied behind his back as we got him to his knees. Millie made him suck my cock. Then she brought down the noose dangling from the ceiling.

“Ready to hang for us, faggot-boy?” He eagerly nodded his head. Bert really seemed to enjoy sexual asphyxiation.

She looped the noose over his head. Then she told him to suck off his executioner. He sucked me as though he was hungry for my cream yet again.

When I was ready to shoot my load, Millie made me pull out of his mouth. I shot it all over Bert’s face instead. Then she used the noose’s remote to pull him up onto his feet.

We had sex again while he stood there watching us. His cock, as usual, was quite hard. Millie said the horny faggot deserved to stand there with the noose around his neck as he watched her get fucked.

She used the remote to lift him up a little more. I fucked her ass from behind as she watched her husband shuffle around on his feet, partially strangled. His cock dripped his arousal.

She called out, “Gawd, I’m being fucked so good! I think it’s time to trade you in on a better model, faggot-boy. Is my faggot boy ready to hang for me?”

Amazingly, I saw him nod. Millie used the remote to lower him until he was flat on his feet. Then she handed me the remote.

“Jack will be your executioner, faggot-boy. If you want to hang, you’d better tell him to do it.”

Bert looked right at me as I kept thrusting into his wife. He actually said the words, “I want you to hang me, Jack. Hang your faggot-boy.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, wondering how far this was supposed to go.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Jack. Please hang your faggot-boy.”

I stopped thrusting as I addressed his wife. “Millie, won’t we get in trouble? That noose looks kind of dangerous.”

“Jack, don’t stop fucking my ass!” So I resumed thrusting in and out.

“Gawd, that hurts so good. Jack, I’m really looking forward to watching this faggot-boy hang to death. Better do as he asks.”

“Please hang me, Jack. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long time now.”

Millie became maniacal. “Hang the faggot-boy, Jack! I’m going to cum as he hangs!”

“Are you sure?”

“HANG HIM, JACK!”

I activated the remote. Bert went right up into the air. A moment later, he began to kick and pedal.

“HANG, FAGGOT-BOY! GAWD, THAT’S SO HOT! HANG FOR ME, BABY!” Then Millie screamed her pleasure.

Bert began thrusting with his hips. Then his cock went off. Cum arced out until it splattered his wife in the face, as we were that close.

She screamed in orgasm again. Bert wriggled like a fish. Then Millie cried out, “Let him down – let him down!”

I quickly lowered him until his feet found the floor. “Now give me the remote!” she panted heavily. I handed it to her, glad I was not responsible anymore.

“Now go give him a flying fuck, Jack!”

I was going to protest, but I decided not to. Things were already well out of hand. Besides, they’d been paying me handsomely up to this point.

I pulled out of her ass. Then I walked over behind Bert. He was shorter than I was, so my cock wouldn’t go in easily.

“Just a second, Jack!” Then Millie hit the remote. Bert was lifted up into the air until his ass was now within easy reach.

I thrust right into him as he dangled in mid-air. His ass was nice and tight, clenching like crazy from the effects of being strangled. I was more than a little familiar with it, being as how I’d been inside him so many times while he’d been previously asphyxiated.

He rasped and gurgled as he rode me. Millie was sitting upright in front of him, furiously fingering herself. “That is so fucking hot, Jack! Fuck my faggot-boy husband as he hangs to death! Fuck; I’m cumming again! Stroke his dick – stroke his dick!”

I reached around and stroked him. He spurted onto his wife’s face as he rasped and gurgled. Millie went nuts, cumming over and over again as she watched her husband impaled on my dick with a noose around his neck.

It swelled within me until I cried out a release of my own. “Stay in him, Jack! Stay inside that faggot-boy!” But Bert was clenching so hard that I didn’t soften all that much.

I kept stroking and squeezing cream out of his dick. His struggles lessened, and his dick got softer in my hands despite my best efforts. “Now pull out of him, Jack!”

I pulled out and stepped back. Bert had gone into little spasms. His body wriggled and twitched until his bladder gave way, urine streaming out of his cock and splattering the floor. Millie loved it so much that she orgasmed all over again.

She came over to me and kissed me deeply. “Fuck me one last time,” she panted. “Fuck me as we watch Bert dangle in the noose.”

We climbed up onto the bed. I got behind her while she was on her hands and knees. Then I entered her cunt as we both watched Bert simply dangle there.

I fucked her slowly at first, then faster and faster. I began choking her with my fingers. I figured she deserved as much choking and strangling as Bert had received.

She didn’t protest. Instead, she acted as though she loved it. We both climaxed one last time before collapsing tiredly onto the bed.

She looked at her husband for the longest time. She finally sighed, “Ok, Jack. Help me get him down.”

We used the remote to lower him. We got the noose and cuffs off him. Then we laid him out along the wall.

“That’s just fine, Jack,” Millie said as she took the cuffs from me.

She used the remote to lower the noose until it framed her face. She looped it over hear head and snugged it up. Then she handed the remote over to me before cuffing her own wrists behind her back.

“Just one more execution, Jack. Then our time together is done.”

I was astonished. “What? Millie, are you sure??”

“I’ve made all the arrangements. There’ll be a hefty sum deposited to your account once our death certificates are signed. I didn’t tell this to Bert, because his fantasy was to hang by himself while being humiliated and degraded. Had he known I was going to do this after he was gone, I don’t think he ever would have agreed to come here.”

“Millie, are you sure?”

“He’s been such a good sport the way I’ve treated him over the years. I did enjoy watching him hang. But I deserve this. I don’t know… maybe deep down, I’ve always wanted this just as much as he did.”

“But Millie–”

“No ‘buts’, Jack. I want you to hang me now. Use me; molest me; fuck me; I don’t care. Fuck me after I’m dead. I’m your snuff-slut now. Make me dance like I’m your noose-whore. These last minutes are all yours. Be creative.”

I activated the remote until it was almost snug. “Yes,” she breathed with a nod. “I deserve this. I want this.”

I reached out to caress her naked body. She sighed and trembled. I pinched her nipples, and she yelped before telling me she knew I had it in me.

I lifted her up onto her toes. She rasped and gurgled. Then I heard her gasp, “Gawd, this is… gonna hurt.”

“You want me to stop?”

“I want… more… gawd, this is… what am I thinking?”

I fingered her cunt. I could feel her clenching. Then I activated the remote until her toes left the ground.

Her feet wriggled as she rasped for breath. She really clenched around my fingers inside her. Then I lowered her back down.

I looked at her questioningly. She panted, “Gawd, that hurt. But I don’t want… you to stop… no matter what.”

I activated the remote again, lifting her back up. Then I fingered her again. She rasped as she humped and clenched.

My cock was hard. She saw it too. Then I lowered her back down until she could speak again.

“You’re hard, Jack. You want this too. It’s a win – win – win for everybody.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t stop, Jack, even if the pain makes me change my mind. I really want this.”

“Suit yourself.” Then I lifted her back up into the air.

She rasped and gurgled as she kicked and wriggled. I got close enough for her to instinctively reach out with her legs. She wrapped them around me, pulling me close until her cunt found my erection.

It was Bert all over again. The asphyxiation made her clench like crazy. It felt incredible.

I slowly backed away from her until she slid out. She swung back and forth, rasping for breath. I stepped forward until she found me with her legs again, impaling herself once more.

She fucked me as I stood there. Then I backed up until she lost me again. She swung and kicked before I lowered her to the floor.

She coughed and rasped. “You bastard! I should have known! You fucking love it!”

“Want me to stop?”

“Maybe I – AWK!”

I took her back up into the air. She kicked and swung, rasping for breath. Then I stepped close. She wrapped her legs around me again, once more impaling herself on my shaft.

She really rode me until it felt like she was cumming. I stepped back until she slid out. She urked as she swung back and forth until I lowered her again.

Once more, she rasped for breath. “Ok, Jack; I’ve changed my mind.”

I whispered into her ear, “I want to feel your ass while you’re alive one last time, Millie.” Then I lifted her up off the floor.

She kicked and pedaled as she swung around. I grabbed her hips and centered the tip of my shaft against her puckered anus. Then I pulled her down hard.

She let out a squawk as she gurgled again. Her clenching ass felt incredible. I was sure going to miss it.

I gave her a nice ride. Then I pulled out. She dangled a few moments until I let her down.

She rasped to regain her speech. “No, Jack! I’ve changed my mind!”

I smiled as I started stroking myself. Her eyes widened with understanding. Then she seemed to nod with resignation as she panted, “Yes, Jack. I want you to cum to my suffering. Besides, I’m so damned close. Just hang me and get it over with, Jack. Send me to be with Bert!”

“Goodbye, Millie.” Then I hoisted her up.

Her feet left the floor as she started to kick. Then I deliberately tossed the remote onto the bed. Her eyes went wide as I started stroking myself.

At first, she appeared to fight the noose. Then she seemed to give into it. She began humping in my direction as I stepped forward and stroked.

Her knees jerked upward. I think she squirted. Then she really kicked and wriggled.

I stroked even harder as I got closer. She tried to wrap her legs around me. I just batted them away, smiling as I breathed, “Dance for me, noose-whore.”

The words must have registered, because she really became animated. Her breasts bounced as she wriggled and shimmied in the noose. “Bert’s waiting for you, noose-whore. Can you feel him pulling you down, trying to strangle you in your noose?”

She urked as she shimmied some more. I stepped forward and cruelly finger-fucked her pussy. She wriggled and humped like crazy, no doubt orgasming yet again.

I aimed my cock at her until I splattered her lower stomach. She briefly became animated as she humped in my direction. Then with a sharp hitch, she went limp in the noose.

Millie gently swung back and forth. Then I stepped forward. This time, she did not try to loop her legs around me.

“You did say to fuck you after you were dead; am I right?” Then I thrust hard up her twat. She was not clenching as before.

I spun her around. “Now let’s try that ass, shall we?” Then I fucked her anal passage. Again, there was no clenching.

Her bladder finally gave way. I had to work twice as hard to avoid stepping in both his and hers. Then I retrieved the remote and let her down.

I removed the noose from around her throat. Then I tossed her onto the bed. I fucked her cunt and ass one more time, enjoying her cooling corpse.

I had just settled down into a chair to catch my breath when the door opened. An attendant came in with something to drink. I went pale as she took in both bodies.

She smiled as she offered the drink to me. Then she surprised me by asking, “Did you enjoy yourself, sir?”

“I’m afraid so, much as it pains me to say it.”

“Don’t feel bad. Please remain here for a moment; ok? Someone will be with you shortly.”

The drink really refreshed me. But I hadn’t gotten dressed yet when the door opened and a woman came in. Her outfit and persona indicated she was someone important.

She looked at the bodies and smiled. Then she told me, “Arrangements have already been made. Everything will be taken care of. Well done, my dear boy. Well done.”

I looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It’s all been recorded. I think the video from the events in this room will be quite a seller. I’ll make sure you get a percentage.” Then she smiled as she added, “Around here, they call me Mistress Chastity. I’ve been getting enquiries about you from people who’ve been watching all of this on the monitors. How’d you like to work here?”

2022 (written Dec 22 ’22 by riwa)

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Retribution 4.2 (22)

Posted on December 15, 2023 by riwa

“I thought I’d find you out here.”

“It’s a hot day, Debra. Where else did you expect to find me? Care to join me?”

“Hunh – unh. Last time, you fucking drowned me!”

“Oh, come on! I didn’t drown you! You just swallowed a little water!”

“You fucking bitch! You drowned me twice!”

“I did not! You just swallowed a little water is all. What’s the big deal?”

“ ‘What’s the big deal’??” I could have gotten water into my lungs!”

“But you didn’t, Debra. Jeez, do you have to make a big deal out of everything? Come on in and join me.” Carrie’s eyes could not help lingering on her friend’s skimpy orange bikini with those massive boobs and serious cleavage.

“Maybe I should drown you instead.”

“I double-dog dare you to try it.” Carrie grinned at her as though trying to push her buttons.

Debra stepped into their inflatable backyard pool. It was a blue-green color and was barely a foot and a half deep. Obviously Carrie hadn’t bothered adding more water today.

Debra sat down in water that just barely reached her navel. Cooling off sounded like a good idea; that is, if Carrie left her alone. Problem is: it sounded like her friend wanted to play.

“C’mon, Debra; let’s have a little fun!” And with that Carrie wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck and pulled her down into the water.

Debra went under and began spewing up bubbles. She struggled to break free until she got her head up. Carrie laughed at her before wrestling her back down into the water, submerging her head again.

Debra bubbled once more. She tried to get her head back up. She heard Carrie laugh as she was forced to suck water.

She jerked her head up out of the water. Carrie wrapped her arms around her with a laugh and pulled her back under. Debra squirmed until they were lying side by side, their heads fully submerged.

Carrie pulled her own head up and gasped for breath. Debra grabbed her and pulled her head back down into the water with her. The busty blonde bubbled wildly before bursting up out of the water.

Carrie launched herself at Debra, forcing her flat on her back. Her friend’s head went under until Debra got water up her nose. She bubbled and snorted as she struggled to get back up.

She burst up, only for Carrie to push her down sideways. Debra bubbled wildly as her anger began to rise within her. Damnit; not again?!

She got her head up and wrestled with the determined blonde. They went down together side by side. Both heads were partially submerged as bubbles came up.

Carrie broke free and burst up panting like crazy as her friend surfaced with her. Her kitty was throbbing from all this wrestling and forced submersions. If this continued she was liable to cum. But that didn’t bother her in the slightest.

Last time Debra had not admitted to cumming during their catfight in the pool. But she was sure her friend had popped off at least once while bubbling and swallowing water. All the signs had been there. But Debra had been too angry to admit it.

Carrie lunged at her friend once more. It had been erotic as hell drowning Debra last time. It would be cruel, but she was already wondering if she could drown her and make her cum again.

They rolled around in the inflatable pool. Their heads were partially submerged as they spewed bubbles. Then they shot up together.

Both friends paused to catch their breath. Debra roared her anger as she launched herself at her friend. This time Carrie went under in a flurry of bubbles.

Damn; this was erotic as hell! But she was becoming a little exhausted. That was the trouble with a catfight in the pool. After several minutes of hard struggling everyone needed a break.

Thing is: if you could drown your partner, you could catch your breath all you wanted while watching them bubble like crazy. Last time she’d made Debra swallow water on three separate occasions before her friend had finally bolted up out of their shallow, inflatable pool.

The two friends rolled around, their heads submerged once again. Carrie was definitely getting tired. But she was also becoming highly aroused.

She had a strong urge to give in and accept the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her. But she would cum just as hard watching Debra swallow water. Carrie decided she preferred that option over ending up with flooded lungs.

The two friends rose up in a ferocious embrace. Carrie went over backward into the inflatable pool with a splash. She ended up flat on her back, her head just below the surface.

She got her head up as she tried gasping for breath. Debra tried to push her right back under. Carrie twisted in an effort to get her arms and legs underneath her. That’s when Debra fell on top of her.

Carrie was out of breath, her heart hammering in her chest. She tried to push her head up out of the water. Debra was just heavy enough to keep her under.

It hit almost without warning. Carrie felt her orgasm flush hotly through her body. It left her weak and breathless.

Let me up – let me up – DEBRA; LET ME UP! But her head was still submerged. A moment later Carrie swallowed water.

She hitched and gurgled as she got water down her throat and into her windpipe. She coughed up bubbles as she thrashed about. That’s when Debra pulled her head up.

Carrie came up coughing and sputtering. Debra was angry enough to spit nails. “You mean like that, bitch? You want me to drown you the way you drowned me?”

“Deb – STOP! I can’t–” That was all she got out. A moment later her head was pushed right back down into the water.

Carrie bubbled wildly, her heart pounding like crazy in her chest. She got her arms underneath her. Then she pushed her head up out of the water.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Debra forced her head right back down. Carrie found herself sucking water as she bubbled like crazy.

Carrie struggled to lift her head back up. This time she didn’t have the strength or the leverage. Debra kept her face submerged with an iron grip to the back of her head.

Her mind screamed to be allowed back up, even as her kitty throbbed in warning. It never occurred to her this was the erotic terror she’d put Debra through the last time they’d fought in the pool. All she wanted was to be allowed back up so she could catch her breath.

Carrie coughed and gurgled as she swallowed more water. A moment later it erupted within her yet again. It felt more intense than the last one, further sapping her strength.

Debra forcefully pulled her head up out of the water. Carrie coughed up a shitload of water. Then she was forced right back down until her head was fully submerged again.

Debra; STOP! I CAN’T BREATHE!

Carrie tiredly shook her head. That’s when it occurred to her she might have been a little too hard on her friend the last time they’d had a catfight while using the pool. It seemed as though Debra was now seeking retribution.

Carrie’s lungs hitched as she swallowed water again. It set her off with a devastating climax. She shuddered hard as she exhaled what little breath she had in her lungs.

What the fuck?! Debra wasn’t pulling her back up! What the hell??!!

Carrie hitched and convulsed as Debra kept her head forced head down in the pool. Then she was jerked up out of the water. Instantly she went into a coughing fit as she spewed another disturbing mouthful of water.

“You mean like that, bitch? You mean you drowned me like that? So that means it’s your turn to drown; am I right?”

Carrie coughed and sputtered as she tried to get her breath back. This time Debra forced her backward into the water. The terrified blonde ended up flat on her back with her head submerged.

She was trying to make her limbs operate to lift herself up out of the water when Debra fell on top of her. Her large breasts pushed down on Carrie’s face, keeping her under. She could not get her head above water.

Carrie weakly tried to push her off. But she didn’t have the strength. Debra felt like she weighed a ton on top of her.

Her mind screamed in horror… DEBRA, FOR GAWD’S SAKE LET ME UP! I CAN’T BREATHE!” Partially covered tit-flesh pressed against her face. Carrie couldn’t get her head up. Ironically it was a huge pair of breasts that was keeping her mouth just below the surface.

She tried to shake her head from side to side. Her chest heaved as her lungs screamed at her. Then it swelled within her yet again until it went off with a massive eruption.

Carrie screamed her breath away. Then she gurgled as she sucked water down her windpipe. She swallowed even more as she began to cough and gurgle.

“Like that?” she heard Debra laugh. “You wanted to drown me like that? Fuckin’ hell, babe! Your drowning bubbles feel fantastic on my boobs!”

Carrie spasmed and convulsed as she swallowed more water. She kept coughing up bubbles that burst up into the cleavage of her determined friend. Debra just laughed again as she gasped, “Fuck; that feels good! No wonder you like drowning me!”

Debra climbed off. Then she pulled Carrie’s head up. Her friend coughed up another shitload of water as she struggled to get her breath back.

“I’m not through with you yet!” Carrie put up a hand to try stopping her. Debra just laughed as she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Carrie forward face down into the water.

This time her head was mashed right into Debra’s crotch. Carrie struggled to hold her breath. But it was impossible.

She gurgled again as she began swallowing water while coughing up bubbles. The bursts of air bubbled up against Debra’s fabric covered crotch. It set her off, causing her to hump her friend’s face hard as she orgasmed up a storm.

Carrie was drowning again. Debra rolled her over onto her back, allowing her head out of the water. The blonde went into another coughing fit as she floated face up.

“Damn; that was good! Now the boobs again! Bubble my boobs as you drown, bitch!”

Debra fell on top of Carrie again. Once more her pendulous breasts pressed against Carrie’s mouth and face. The blonde was forcefully submerged once more, unable to keep her face high enough to breathe.

Carrie swallowed water as she went into more convulsions. Once more it set her off with an intense orgasm. Pleasure nearly battered her senseless until she was hardly moving at all.

Debra saw Carrie staring up with a dazed expression. “Oh no you don’t, bitch! You still owe me!”

Her orange-bikini’d friend pulled her head up out of the water, propping it up along the side of the inflatable pool. Debra did a few compressions into Carrie’s chest. The blonde spewed up water as she started coughing again.

“Are you back with us, bitch? Good… cause I want another one!”

Carrie shook her head as she waved her hands in a defensive posture… “No… please… I can’t… too… tired…”

“Too fucking bad, bitch! You OWE me!” Then Debra once more pulled Carrie’s head face down into her submerged crotch.

Carrie tried to hold her breath. But her heart was hammering too fast inside her chest. She didn’t have the strength to go more than five or ten seconds before she was swallowing water again.

She coughed and bubbled into Debra’s crotch. Her friend cried out in orgasm as she violently humped Carrie’s face. The whole time she made sure her friend’s head remained submerged.

Carrie swallowed water yet again as she went into convulsions. She hitched and jerked as another orgasm was forced out of her exhausted body. Once more a huge wave of pleasure battered her senseless.

Debra pulled her head up. Carrie coughed weakly as she rasped for breath. “Suck water, you fucking whore!” Then she forced Carrie’s head face down under the surface.

Carrie couldn’t hold her breath more than a few seconds. Then she was sucking water down her windpipe again as her body rebelled. Once more she shuddered in orgasm as her system responded to the horror of her situation.

She hitched and gurgled until Debra pulled her head up. Carrie coughed as she rasped weakly for breath. “Again, bitch!” Then Debra forced the blonde’s head right back down under the surface.

Carrie gurgled as she swallowed water once more. She had no strength to fight and none to resist. Her body simply responded with another massive wave of pleasure that battered her into oblivion…….

Carrie dimly became aware of someone pounding some sense into her chest. She coughed up water and rasped for breath. She blinked in wonder as she tried to take stock of her surroundings.

Debra was right there looking at her. “Are we back?” she asked with a cruel smile. “That’s good. This time I want to watch your face as you drown.”

Debra slid Carrie around onto her back inside the inflatable pool. Then she gently pushed down on her chest. Carrie’s head went under as bubbles dribbled out of her nose.

Normally she would have had the strength to tilt her head up enough to lift it out of the water to get air. But this time she simply couldn’t do it. She stared up at Debra with a look of shock and surprise.

Debra pulled Carrie’s white bottoms aside. Then she groped Carrie’s tits through the fabric with one hand as she cruelly stuck a couple of fingers into her snatch with the other. “Cum for me and die, you fucking whore!”

Carrie blinked as she tried to shake her head. Then she started swallowing water again. She could feel her friend finger-fucking her cunt until another climax went off inside her with a wave of hot pleasure that washed through her from head to toe.

She trembled and shuddered as she spewed her breath away. Debra just kept fingering her while savagely groping her mounds. Carrie gently bucked and shuddered as she kept convulsing while swallowing water.

The blonde went from one orgasm right into another more subdued one. She felt weak all over, weak and tired. Strange how her vision was starting to dim around the edges.

She gently hitched and heaved as she kept cumming. Debra winced as her own orgasm flowed hotly through her shuddering body. “Fucking hell,” she panted rapturously.

Carrie moved less and less at the bottom of the inflatable pool. Then she stopped moving entirely save for a few sporadic bubbles and the occasional muscle spasm. Debra watched the life wink out of her friend’s eyes until Carrie stared upward with a vacant expression of shock on her face.

“Fucking hell!” Debra panted again. “Damn, that was good! Was that what you wanted to do to me last time? I guess it’s a good thing I drowned your sorry ass before you decided to drown mine again. See you later, you crazy bitch!”

Debra climbed out of the inflatable and went to retrieve a towel. She never looked back. Carrie’s head remained submerged as she stared up at the sky in shock and horror, her mouth gaping open. A solitary bubble came out past her lips, indicating her lungs had fully flooded and were unable to contain a single molecule of oxygen.

2020 (written for Carrie Aug 17 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by the pictures I found in my archives.)

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My mother the breath-holder 3 4.4 (18)

Posted on December 15, 2023 by riwa

PART 3

The next morning, mom wanted me to give her what I owed her right away before I went to work. But I told her no. I was concerned she might spend it or gamble it away and end up right back where she started.

She put up a protest, demanding to be paid. I told her I had to make sure the money went straight to her gambling debt. She said she would make a payment that afternoon before she started her shift. But I just couldn’t trust her.

I could tell the way she was putting up a fuss that something wasn’t right. I suspected she wanted to use what I owed her to go gambling, hoping to win back even more. But I knew that would only put her further in the hole.

I asked her who she specifically owed the money to. She didn’t want to say. I sighed as I told her she couldn’t hold her breath for me anymore.

That understandably upset her. “Georgie, don’t you trust your own mother?”

“No, mom; I don’t.”

“What kind of son doesn’t trust his own mother??”

“A smart one, mom. How do I know the money will get to where it belongs?”

“Georgie, you can trust me!”

“No I can’t, mom. That’s how you ended up in debt in the first place… by me trusting you.”

“Georgie??”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Can I hold my breath for you and earn more money?”

“Only if there’s some way to prove what I owe you is getting to where it belongs. I don’t want you gambling it away.”

“Georgie, you know I wouldn’t…!”

“Mom, either we do it my way or we don’t do it at all.”

“You mean you’d let your own mother get into trouble?”

“You did that all by yourself. I had nothing to do with it.”

“Georgie??!!”

I ended up going to work without giving her the cash. Before her shift started, she called me to tell me who she owed it to. I made arrangements to get off work long enough to meet her there.

I ended up in some back office at the club where mom worked. She was there waiting for me. I was nervous, but at least the guy she introduced me to seemed decent enough.

His name was Mr. Vonegram. I asked him how much mom owed. He said it was $20,500.

I gave mom an angry look as I growled, “You lied to me!”

“Georgie, I couldn’t help it! I had a good thing going, and lady luck deserted me at the last second!”

I gave mom the cash before telling her, “That’s all I can come up with. So that’s all you’re going to get. Now give it to the man.”

“Georgie, I can take this into the casino and make more out of it!”

“Give it to him, mom!”

“Fine!” she sighed unhappily as she handed it over.

He took it and quickly counted it up. “That drops what you owe me down to $18,000.”

“You got paid today, mom?”

“Yes, Georgie. I picked up my check already. I have it right here, but I…”

“Give him your check, mom.”

“Georgie, you can’t…!”

“Give him your check or you’ll never get the chance to earn another dime out of me again. Understand?”

“Georgie, you didn’t used to be this way!”

“Do it, mom! Sign it and give it to him!”

“But what will I live on?”

“You’ve got stuff to eat at the house. You don’t need anything else.”

“Georgie??!! I need to exercise!”

“Your gym membership is paid up through the end of the month, right? You want a chance to earn another thousand or two so you can further pay down this debt?”

The guy looked at me in surprise. He must have assumed he might never see any of it again unless he milked mom’s paychecks for the next ten years. I could only imagine what he might do to her if he wasn’t at least paid something. Hell, he was liable to fire her!

“Georgie, you know I’ll do anything!”

“Sign it! Then give it to him!”

She looked at me sternly as though judging how far she could push me. Then she got a pen, signed it and reluctantly handed it over.

I looked him right in the eye. Then I told him, “Here’s my number.” I wrote it down and gave it to him.

“If mom spends another dime at your establishment, I want to be notified immediately.”

He saw how serious I was and smiled. He nodded as he told me, “I can do that.” Then he shook my hand before giving mom a dubious look. “I’m not sure your mother can live up to the bargain though.”

Mom was horrified. “GEORGIE??!!”

“Mom, if you spend another dime in this gentleman’s establishment, you’d better be prepared to find another place to live.”

“Georgie, you can’t do this to me!”

I just stood up and thanked him for accepting a small payment for some of mom’s debt. I told him I hoped mom worked real hard and made a lot of tips so she could pay down the debt she owed him. “I hope so too,” he answered quietly.

I looked at my watch. “Ok, mom. I’m going home. You’ve got to start your shift soon.”

“Georgie, you weren’t like this the last time I lived with you!”

“Be thankful I haven’t kicked you out of the house, mom.”

“Georgie??!!”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Vonegram.” Then I headed out the door, leaving my mother fuming in his office.
—
I wasn’t happy with mom as I drove home. I was right to worry she would have probably spent all that money gambling. At least her debt had been knocked down a little. I just hoped he was getting a good percentage of her tips as well.

I fixed dinner for myself. I did some work around the house for a couple hours. Then I went out for a swim. I was in bed when mom got home that night from her shift.

Thankfully, she didn’t wake me. Maybe she was afraid I’d get mad at her. Or maybe she didn’t want to push things any further for the night.
—
The next morning mom was apologetic. She still refused to admit she had a problem. But she did confess that her gambling frequently got out of hand.

She asked if I would pay her to hold her breath again. I said I’d think about it. She told me she’d better get out to the pool and get in some practice before her shift. The last I saw of her before I went to work, she had gone into her bedroom to change into one of her many swimsuits.
—
Mom was at work when I got home. So I fixed supper for myself. Afterwards, I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes.

A little later that evening, I got a call from Gloria. She’s a friend of mine who sometimes comes over to use the pool with me. She’s a younger version of mom, an athletic, muscular brunette whose breasts are just a bit smaller than mom’s.

Gloria wanted to know if she could come over and hold her breath for me. That clearly indicated she wanted to get paid again. I suspected she wanted or needed a little extra spending cash.

I told her I was willing. She said she’d be right over. I immediately became aroused at the thought of seeing how long she could hold her breath for me.

Gloria is probably the most adventurous of all my girlfriends. She can also be rather flirty at times. Sometimes we have a little extra fun in the water.

She’s the one who probably likes my mother the most. She likes her build and admires the way mom keeps herself in shape. She knows that’s how I like ‘em, so she visits the gym several times a week.

Gloria came right over and changed in the bathroom. She came out in a skimpy white bikini. It looked as though her breasts were trying to burst out of it. The thong barely covered her crotch.

She made sure I changed into my white speedos. That told me all I needed to know. She wanted to be able to see just how aroused I would become in her presence.

We went out to the pool, got into the water, and did some breath-holds at the ladder together. After a couple of practice sessions, she was easily lasting two minutes at a time. But she wanted to go longer while doing something challenging that would be worth my while to pay her.

She suggested the rope, kettle ball and ankle cuffs, as we had tried them once before. Then she reached out and groped my stiffening bulge. “Your cock says ‘yes’,” she said with a laugh.

I smiled as I climbed out and got the equipment. I also retrieved a dive mask. I wanted a clear view of her while she was underwater.

I put on my mask. Then I swam the kettle ball down into the deep end of the pool while Gloria attached the ankle cuffs. But she came down before I could surface.

She had the end of the rope in her hands as she dolphin-kicked downward with her ankles secured. She helped me by threading the rope through the handle. She handed the one end over to me before swimming back to the surface.

We were treading water as she smiled. “You love pulling me under; don’t you, Georgie? Tonight, we might even have to try some bondage. You’ll pay me more for that, won’t you?”

I smiled… “Probably.” She smiled back as she climbed out of the pool. Then she sat on the edge so I could tie her ankle cuffs to the end of the rope.

“Shall we shoot for three minutes?” she asked with a grin once I finished. “You paid me for two the last time I was here. But you said you wouldn’t keep paying me unless I improved my times. Three sounds like a pretty good number for me to shoot for. So will you pay me for three minutes?”

“I’ll pay you for that,” I replied. “You keep improving your times, so I’m sure you can make that tonight.” Then I paused before asking, “You remember the signal to bring you back up?”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she innocently replied, “I go all limp and lifeless?”

I rolled my eyes as she laughed. I gave her an exasperated look. Then she made a slashing motion across her neck with her hand.

She gawked and began holding her chest and coughing as though she was swallowing water. Then she laughed again. “I’ll bet you’d love to see me drown; am I right, Georgie boy?”

She got into the water and swam over to the top of the kettle ball below. I called out, “Nothing for you if you come up under three minutes. Otherwise, it’s the usual amount.”

She proudly replied, “Piece of cake, Georgie!”

“I don’t know. You struggled the last time.”

“I’ve been practicing… unless you’re willing to pay me for a lesser time?”

“Not tonight.”

She just laughed. “That’s what I thought. Always pushing my lungs.”

I tapped my face. “No dive mask for you this time?”

“Would you rather I wear one, Georgie?”

“Not really.”

She chuckled again. “That’s what I thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m ready, Georgie. Pull me under and drown me… er, uh… I mean… pull me under and I’ll hold my breath.”

I smiled at her as I loudly counted her down from three. Then I pulled on the end of the rope. Gloria was pulled right under, releasing a few bubbles as she went down until her feet touched the handle of the kettle ball below.

I stuck my head underwater and watched, keeping track of the time with my watch as I kept her submerged. My cock was stiff in my speedos as I clung to the pool ladder. The white material of my suit did little to hide my excitement.

Gloria’s erect nipples became plainly visible through her top once the material became wet. Her breasts heaved to breathe free. It was incredibly arousing.

She gave me the signal. I gave her slack, allowing her to pull herself up to the surface with her arms as she dolphin-kicked. Then I checked the time as she burst up and gasped.

“How’d I do, Georgie?”

I shook my head. “Only 2:25. You’ve got a little ways to go before you get paid, Gloria.”

“Really?” She pouted for a moment before giving me a sly smile. “Ok. I guess I’ll have to do better. Maybe tonight will be your lucky night and you’ll get to drown me. Just give me a warning before you pull me down again; ok?”

I let her tread water for about a minute. Then I counted her down. She took a deep breath before I pulled her back under.

Down she went, leaving a trail of bubbles as I marked the time. She settled in for a long breath-hold. But after half a minute, I think she got bored just holding her breath.

She was looking right at me when she started touching herself all over. She released a few bubbles as she groped and fondled herself. I was all but certain she was probably going to shed that top of hers before our time together was over.

I had just lifted my head above water when I heard, “Who’s that in the water, Georgie?”

I turned with a start, almost losing my grip on the rope. “Mom? What are you doing here?” I blinked when I saw she was wearing a skimpy, yellow bikini.

“What do you mean? I live here, silly.”

“I meant ‘what are you doing home so soon’?”

“There were not as many customers tonight, so I got the rest of the night off. Looks like you’ve got somebody in the water. Mind if I join you?”

“Mom, I don’t think so. Right now, Gloria’s underwater holding her breath for me.”

“Gloria? I really like her. She works out at the gym, doesn’t she?”

“Yes she does.”

She nodded. Then she pointed as she told me, “Umm… don’t you think you should be bringing her up now?”

“What?” Then I turned to look. “Oh shit!”

Bubbles were coming up. I could just make out Gloria frantically slashing across her throat with the edge of her hand.

I quickly gave her a ton of slack. She pulled hard for the surface. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath.

“Drowning’s going to cost you extra, Georgie.” Then she saw mom standing next to me and waved, “Oh hi, Marie!”

Mom waved back. “Hi, Gloria! How much is he paying you?”

She gave me a dirty look before replying, “He hasn’t paid me yet because I haven’t reached three minutes.” Then she paused before asking, “Was that last one three minutes, Georgie? You sure as hell kept me down long enough.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I replied sheepishly. “I think it was around 2:48. Sorry about that, Gloria. Mom sort of distracted me.”

“No problem. Thankfully, you didn’t drown me… well… not yet anyway.”

She chuckled. Then she appeared concerned as she looked at mom standing by the ladder near me. “You’re not going to stop now; are you, Georgie?”

“Well, mom’s here now and I…”

“That’s ok with me,” she waved dismissively. “Marie can come down and watch me if she wants to.”

I was a little unsure what to do. It was bad enough the way Gloria was causing a reaction in my speedos. Mom’s presence in her skimpy yellow bikini was not going to help matters any.

Gloria saw my indecision and called out, “Pull me down, Georgie! I need the cash!”

“How much are you paying her, Georgie?”

“Later, mom,” I said with a dismissive wave.

I counted Gloria down. Then I pulled her under. Bubbles came up as I pulled her down until her feet were almost touching the handle to the kettle ball.

Mom peered down into the water. “I’ll think I’ll go down and see how she’s doing, Georgie.”

“Mom, I don’t think…” But it was too late. She’d already dove head first into the water with a splash.

She swam right down to my girlfriend as I submerged my face to have a look. Gloria bubbled as mom approached her. Amazingly, she waved her closer until the two actually hugged underwater.

I kept track of the time as they held hands. Mom looked down at the kettle ball contraption I’d set up. I could see her working things out in her mind.

I figured mom would come up right away, being as how this was her first time down. But she amazed me by staying down far longer than I expected. I couldn’t help wondering how much trouble she was going to cause and how much she was going to try to get me to pay her.

I checked the time. Gloria was getting pretty close to three minutes. Mom was right there with her as though urging her on.

Gloria started losing her breath. I saw her chest begin to heave, and my cock stiffened all over again. But as long as mom was down there with her, she acted like she didn’t want to come up just yet.

She lost a big burst of air. Then she started signaling frantically. I gave her a lot of slack while checking the time.

Mom helped her surface. They came up together, gasping for breath. Then Gloria called out, “How’d I do that time, Georgie?”

I smiled as I replied, “That one was 3:04”

“Woohoo! I just made a hundred bucks!”

Mom smiled as she called out, “What did I make, Georgie?”

“Nothing, mom”

“Aw, that’s no fair.”

“I know,” Gloria told her sympathetically. “He’s a cheapskate. So let’s go back down and do something together that’ll MAKE him want to pay you too.”

I didn’t like the direction this was going. “Now look here, Gloria. This is just between you and me.”

She just ignored me as she said, “C’mon, Marie. Let’s go down and put on a show. That way he’ll HAVE to pay us both.”

“Now just a minute…”

“Count us down, Georgie.”

“Mom, you stay out of this.”

“Yeah, count us down, Georgie!”

I shook my head at Gloria. Then I loudly counted down from three. They both inhaled deeply before I pulled on Gloria’s rope.

She was pulled right down. Mom swam down to join her. Then I watched as they embraced in an underwater hug.

They were close enough to start touching each other. At first, they patted arms and shoulders. They even caressed each other’s face.

After a while though, their caresses became more intimate. They actually started touching each other’s chest. Then they both grinned at me, releasing a couple of bubbles as I looked on from my place over by the ladder.

It was incredibly erotic watching mom get all handsy with my girlfriend. I had no idea she wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the presence of another female, considering all the men she hung out with. And I noticed Gloria didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

I received another shock when Gloria pulled mom close and kissed her lips. Bubbles came up between them. Then mom pulled away.

For a second, I thought maybe she was going to get angry. She looked over in my direction. Then mom grabbed Gloria’s head and really kissed her really hard.

My cock instantly stiffened right up. It was unbelievable! I had no idea!

They kissed, caressed and touched each other all over. I was ashamed the way I was so turned on. After all, I was watching my own mother making out with my girlfriend!

I checked the time. They were just passing three minutes. Gloria kissed my mom again despite heaving lungs. Then she gave the signal.

I immediately gave a ton of slack. She came right up. My mom sort of helped her until they were both at the surface, panting loudly for breath.

“How was that, Georgie?”

“3:18, Gloria.”

She giggled, “Do I get paid a little more for making out with your mother?”

“I suppose I’ll have to throw in a couple bucks for that.”

“Good.” Then she appeared thoughtful before asking, “So what do I have to do to earn even more? Do I have to use the handcuffs?”

Mom looked at me in surprise. “Georgie, do you mean to say you handcuff your girlfriend in the water?”

“That’s none of your concern, mom.”

Gloria turned toward mom and grinned. “Oh, that’s ok, Marie. I love it; it’s a real turn-on! And I know it turns your son on. I think I can make three minutes with the handcuffs now.”

She smiled as she turned and called out to me, “How about it, Georgie boy?” Will you pay me extra to reach three minutes underwater in handcuffs while being tethered to your kettle ball? Or do you have to drown me first?”

I winced at how hard my dick had become. I called back, “Just a second.” Then I draped the end of the rope around the ladder before climbing out.

I quickly tracked down the cuffs. I returned to the pool and tossed them into the water. “Will you do it for me, mom?”

“What do I get if I cuff her for you, Georgie?”

“You get to go down and make sure she doesn’t drown on us.”

“Aw, Georgie; you’re no fun!”

Mom swam down to the bottom and scooped up the cuffs. She swam back up to the surface and attached them to Gloria’s hands behind her back. That’s when my girlfriend called out, “This is going to be a bit more of a challenge, Georgie. But I know I can do it. I just hope you’ll make it worth my while.”

“Don’t worry, Gloria. Stay down for three minutes, and I’ll make sure you get some cash.”

“What about me, Georgie?”

“You stay out of this, mom.”

“Aww, Georgie!”

I counted them down from three. Then I pulled on the rope. Gloria was pulled under, leaving a few bubbles to pop up to the surface.

Mom took a deep breath before going down to join her. Gloria bottomed out, her feet almost touching the handle to the kettle ball. Almost immediately, mom went to work on her.

She started by caressing and fondling her all over. She moved in close and kissed her. Then mom did something utterly amazing.

I watched her pop the strings to Gloria’s bikini top. It became loose and fell away. Right away, I noticed how hard Gloria’s nipples had become.

Mom started touching my girlfriend’s boobs. She even kissed and licked them. Gloria bubbled as she appeared to wriggle in mom’s grasp. It was so arousing that I almost creamed my speedos.

Mom took full advantage of Gloria while they were down on the pool floor. Maybe she thought it would be a distraction to help her in holding her breath. Or maybe she was simply hoping I would pay her something in return.

Gloria wriggled on her tether as mom molested her. It was utterly incredible! My cock was hard as a rock.

I kept track of the time while watching closely. I didn’t want to miss any signal. Besides, I didn’t know whether or not mom would be paying attention.

Mom kissed her again. Then it looked like she was licking and sucking on her nipples. Gloria lost another burst of bubbles.

She appeared to struggle a little. Then she shook her head from side to side. That was the signal when her hands were secured behind her back.

I gave her some slack. But mom just clung to her. It was as though she was refusing to let her surface.

Gloria cried out a big burst of bubbles. Mom finally hauled her up to the surface. They’d been under well over three and a half minutes together.

They came up gasping for breath. Mom asked my girlfriend, “You ok?”

“Yeah, Marie. For a minute there, I thought for sure you were going to drown me!”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, honey.” Then she looked at me and asked, “How long, Georgie?”

“She was under over three and a half minutes, mom.”

Gloria was thrilled. “Yay! I get paid again!”

I sternly called out, “Mom, you should have let her go sooner.”

“I was watching,” she replied indignantly. “I just wanted to make sure she got paid is all. She did, didn’t she?”

Mom helped swim Gloria over to the side of the pool, the rope trailing loosely behind her. “That was fantastic, Marie!” she panted. “Gawd; you were good! For a minute there, I really thought you were going to drown me! But I really need to catch my breath now.”

She paused for a moment. Then she looked right at me. “How about it, Georgie? How about letting your mother have a go at it?”

“Yes, Georgie; I want to earn some cash too.”

“Mom, I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Georgie! What do I have to do to earn a little dough around here? You paid your girlfriend to hold her breath; right? Hell, I’ll even let you tether me to that kettle ball down there!”

“Yeah, Georgie,” Gloria added, being no help at all. “So what do you say?”

What could I do? I couldn’t very well say no, could I? Besides, mom and Gloria had certainly done far more than I was ever expecting.

“Ok, mom,” I sighed. “Let me get the keys to the cuffs. You can get Gloria out of those ankle cuffs.” Then I climbed out of the water as mom happily submerged to comply.

2022 (written Mar 10 ’22 by riwa)

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Arranging Mr. Jorgenson’s separation 4.4 (42)

Posted on December 10, 2023 by riwa

Ted and Sandy Jorgenson were City University boosters. Ted was an executive at a large company and made generous donations. His wife Sandy served on a couple of committees.

Ted was used to his wife being away a lot. She showed a great deal of interest in the student population. But he was totally unaware of some of her more nocturnal pursuits.

She was frequently away on Friday nights. She told him it was always another committee meeting or some impromptu coffee with the other wives. Normally he didn’t think anything of it. Then one night he dropped by to check in on her.

Strangely, the coffee shop was closed. His wife was nowhere to be found. He found it odd, especially since she’d told him the coffee shop was where they were meeting to discuss the development of a new scholarship.

He called Charlene Meyers, the head of the scholarship department. Charlene had no knowledge of a coffee meeting. But she indicated he might find his wife over at the fraternity.

Ted drove over and found his wife’s car parked outside. So he went inside and asked around. One of the guys saw him and immediately steered him back to the door, indicating his wife had been there earlier but had already left. Mr. Jorgenson did not bother to tell him her car was still parked outside.

Mr. Jorgenson went home, but his suspicions increased. The next several Fridays were always the same. Sandy had some sort of university business to attend to, even though she usually scheduled meetings during the week.

Ted made a couple of innocent calls, confirming his wife’s car was indeed parked outside the fraternity. Apparently she’d become more than a little interested in the welfare of the frat boys. It was time to get to the bottom of things.

On Friday evening he contacted Chad Roberts, a university fraternity student he knew. He demanded to know if his wife was on the premises. Chad immediately declared his belief she was not on the grounds.

Mr. Jorgenson was not impressed. “I’m a major booster for the University, Chad. I’d hate to feel forced to withdraw my funding over something so trivial as a lie as to my wife’s whereabouts.” That’s when Mr. Roberts reluctantly admitted his wife was indeed in the building.

Ted grilled him over the phone. Chad admitted his wife had been coming over on a regular basis. He admitted she’d been demonstrating some naked noose dancing for the fraternity members.

Jorgenson asked, “Was that before or after she got a good fuck out of them?” There was silence on the other end. Mr. Roberts finally admitted all.

Ted was devastated. But upon reflection, he had to admit the signs were all there. It was almost as much his fault for being so blind and ignorant as it was his wife’s for her infidelity.

A divorce could prove costly. Sandy might put up a major stink. She was in such a position with the University that it could go badly for him.

He told Chad he appreciated his honesty. Then he pledged him to secrecy. He didn’t want his wife to know.

“For now I want you to keep this between us, Mr. Roberts. If you can do that for me, I think I can be persuaded to give a generous donation at the next booster’s meeting. Perhaps I can even contribute some money to the fraternity for that remodel my wife has been asking about.”

Chad vowed his lips were sealed. Ted indicated they would talk soon. Then he hung up. It was time to start making plans.
—
That next Thursday Mr. Jorgenson called Mr. Roberts at the fraternity. There was something he wanted to set up with him. He asked how difficult it would be to arrange everything.

Chad listened to Ted’s presentation. Then he thought about it for a moment. “I think I could set that up for you, Mr. Jorgenson. Your wife seems very accommodating along those lines.”

“Fine, Chad; fine. I’ll leave everything up to you. I’ll be there 1 AM early Saturday morning to finalize our separation.” And with that he hung up.
—
On Friday morning Ted told his wife he had to go out of town for the weekend. He asked if she would be ok with that. She said she had a meeting at the university, but there was something in her expression that indicated it was more than just another coffee gathering.

Sandy was thrilled at the news. She would have the whole weekend to play with the members of the fraternity. She was determined to show them her appreciation by making it an erotic occasion for one and all.

She got there around 9 PM. The sucking and fucking soon commenced. Mrs. Jorgenson found herself in heaven pleasing all those delicious cocks among the fraternity members.

She went prepared for anything. She wanted to engage in a lot of breath-play while she was there. She wanted it to be a weekend no one would never forget.

She took on all members of the fraternity who were interested in her sexual charms. A few times she was strangled during sex. Once she was bagged while a couple of other times she was gagged with cocks until she nearly passed out from being unable to breathe.

Around midnight Chad Rogers had a special form of erotic asphyxiation he wanted Sandy to participate in. So he set up a noose in the corner of the game room. Sandy was all turned on over what he was about to propose.

He suggested she get on her knees and suck cock. The guys would empty themselves on her naked body. After each cock, she would be hoisted up to dangle for a full minute.

Sandy loved the idea. The noose was thick enough to where it would not result in serious damage unless she dangled longer. Besides, she was eager to please all the men of the fraternity.

She knelt on the floor with the noose around her neck. Then she began to suck. That first one ended up spurting all over her tits.

She was briefly hoisted into the air where she dangled for about a minute. Sandy put on an erotic performance, kicking and shimmying before being lowered back down. It was frightening, yet thrilling.

Sandy decided she would be able to hang again and again, so long as she was not hanged for too long. Thus, more cocks came and went. Several spurted all over her as she masturbated. Then she was hauled up into the air for one minute each time after being spunked on.

Sandy was in heaven. She’d cum the last three times she’d been hoisted into the air. But the process of erotic strangulation was beginning to affect her in a dangerous way.

Mrs. Jorgenson was becoming numb from her orgasms and her noose sessions. She began taking more chances. Instead of kneeling, she began to squat, enjoying the way the noose hindered her ability to breathe.

Sandy began having difficulty registering who was even fucking her mouth. It was all becoming a blur. She cried out in ecstasy as another cock spewed all over her. Then she was hauled up into the air for another minute where she orgasmed yet again.

When she was let back down, another cock made an appearance. Sandy dutifully gobbled it down, hardly paying any attention to who it belonged to. At the same time she crouched lower onto the floor, deliberately strangling herself.

Her naked body dripped from the cum of multiple cocks splattering her. One more wouldn’t make much difference, right? But she was getting a little woozy. Maybe one more dangling orgasm and she would finally take a break.

The cock brutally fucked her mouth. Mrs. Jorgenson fingered her dripping cunt, anticipating one last, massive orgasm. Then she looked up at the face.

This guy seemed familiar. But she didn’t think he was a fraternity member. It looked like someone she recognized.

Wait; that couldn’t be her husband, could it? What was Ted doing here? Wasn’t he out of town at some meeting?

Hands deliberately pushed down on her shoulders. The noose tightened dramatically around her throat. Sandy rasped for breath as she went into little seizures.

She gurgled around the cock shoved deep down her throat. She could hardly breathe at all. But she could certainly feel it welling up inside her, the orgasm to end all orgasms.

What was Ted doing here? Was it really Ted? She was so disoriented from oxygen deprivation that she couldn’t be sure whether or not she was hallucinating.

He smiled at her as he continued to fuck her face. He told her, “I made an arrangement with Mr. Roberts, darling. The fraternity is going to get the money they need for the remodel. You’ll be spending the weekend here, attending the barbeque they’ll be having tomorrow.”

The cock pulled out of her mouth. Sandy stared with a dazed expression on her face. Then the dick went off, splattering her tits. A moment later she pissed herself as her bladder gave way.

Mr. Jorgenson stepped away from his former bride. “Gentlemen, it seems my wife wants to hang for you fine lads. So take her up and let her hang, boys.”

His wife stared numbly at him as though his words hadn’t fully registered. Two guys dutifully pulled on the rope around her neck. Sandy was abruptly taken up into the air.

Her eyes widened over the fact it was so hard to breathe. Her fingers instinctively plunged into her dripping snatch, craving one more climax. Mrs. Jorgenson masturbated as she began to kick. Then her orgasm slammed into her.

Sandy twitched and shuddered as her bladder gave way again. She appeared to be having orgasmic aftershocks. Her chest no longer rose and fell with each breath, as she was no longer breathing.

Her dance became all herky-jerky due to loss of oxygen to the brain. She gyrated crazily as stray muscles twitched and fired. Then she hung limp.

The guys applauded her dance of death. Several fraternity members stepped forward and jerked their cocks, spurting on her quivering flesh. Then Chad rose to his feet.

He smiled as he spoke to the owner of the last cock that had skull-fucked Sandy. “We want to thank you for providing the meat for our barbecue tomorrow, Mr. Jorgenson. We also want to thank you for the generous donation to our fraternity for the purposes of our remodel.”

“I’m happy to make this contribution to you fine gentlemen in order to further your higher education.”

He gave his wife’s corpse one last push. She gently swayed back and forth. Then Ted Jorgenson turned and left, grateful he would not have to suffer through a nasty divorce.

2020 (written Jul 25 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manipulation created by a website member named “Sadie”)

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Joia 1-3 3.8 (25)

Posted on December 10, 2023 by riwa

1

Life was hard.

What made it harder for Joia was that her parents had wanted a son. A son could work the plot of land much better than she could for the crops they grew that fed them year after year. Even with her mother assisting her, it was sweat-inducing labor.

Joia always tried hard. But she was more feminine than masculine. Nature had designed her for simple beauty rather than hard labor. Her face was soft and innocent, her breasts small yet firm under her meager peasant attire.

The only thing that gave her comfort was her discovery of self-pleasure. Joia would touch herself late at night when it was dark and her parents were asleep. Usually she did this whenever she was feeling particularly sad.

With just a little bit of kneading, she could make the nipples on her breasts rise. The right combination of a thumb on her nub and fingers inside her would carry her away with feelings of pleasure, temporary though they always turned out to be. Afterwards, she would drift off to sleep.

Joia longed for the day some promising young man from the village might come and take her away from all of this. She longed for the gentle touch of warmth and affection from another human being. It was something her parents were not good at giving her. She wanted to be loved, but that emotion bestowed by another seemed destined to be denied her.

Her family’s resentment at her gender slowly ate away at her hope and joy of life. Now she simply wanted to be taken away. But there was no one to take her away.

She had simply been born into the wrong family at the wrong point in history. The life that lay before her appeared dark and full of despair. So she lived each day in sadness, touching herself in the dark hours to bring herself some semblance of comfort.

That all changed the day the military people showed up in a small convoy of vehicles…

Joia and her mother came in from the nearby field, curious about the visitors. Joia noticed the large truck that was open in back. In it she saw a number of young females similar to her age looking out at her.

Their eyes betrayed a combination of fear and hope. Perhaps they had lived an existence similar to hers. Were they now being taken away to a better life?

Joia felt a surge of something inside her. Was it fear and trepidation, perhaps? Or was it a desire they might take her with them to a better life?

She saw a stern looking woman get out of one of the vehicles to speak to father. The woman pointed in her direction. For the first time, she wondered if there might indeed be a future for her.

Seeing all the young women in the back of the truck spoke to her. Their presence spoke of the promise of companionship, a better life to come. She found herself longing even more to go with them rather than go back to her work in the field.

Father nodded at the stern looking woman. Joia saw her signal for someone in her vehicle to come to the two of them. A man in military attire came out with a small pouch.

He gave it to the woman who then turned and gave it to her father. Looking inside, his eyes gleamed. For the first time in her life, Joia’s father actually looked quite happy.

He nodded at the woman. At her command, a couple of men piled out of the truck and came toward her. Joia didn’t know whether to be excited or fearful.

Despite a renewed sense of hope, she felt an understandable fear of the unknown. It now appeared she was truly going to be taken from her home. Joia instinctively cried out in alarm.

She felt a mixture of emotions as she was forcibly escorted toward the back of the truck. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. That’s when her mother started to protest.

The woman ran over to her father. He simply showed her the contents of the pouch. She too seemed overjoyed at what she saw inside.

All sadness was removed from her parent’s eyes. They watched her being taken to the back of the truck. She was hoisted up inside with the other females.

Joia was greatly saddened. For a pouch of coins, her parents seemed willing to say goodbye to their one and only daughter. She wasn’t even allowed to fetch her meager possessions.

The stern looking woman nodded at them as though concluding their transaction. She turned and climbed back into her vehicle with her male subordinate. Joia took a seat next to another young woman as the truck roared to life.

The convoy started to pull away. For a brief moment, Joia watched her parents as the truck pulled away. She was still hoping to see some sign of love.

Sadly, there was no show of affection and sadness at her departure. All she saw was her father pointing at her mother to go back to the field. A tear trickled down her cheek as she turned her back on them forever.

Joia refused to gaze back at what had been her only home. She did not look back with fondness over her life of hard labor in the field. Where she was going now would surely be better than what she was leaving behind.

Joia did not see the last vehicle in the convoy tarry at her home. Nor did she see two men get out and pull out their weapons. By then she was too far away.

The roar of the departing truck was too loud for her to hear the cries and shots. She was not made aware the pouch had been retrieved. She would never learn her mother’s dead body had been left behind to fertilize the field she once had toiled in. She had no way of knowing her father now lay lifeless outside her former home, shot through the head.

Joia was saddened to be sent away over a pouch of coins. She simply hoped for a better life. But had she known her parents cruel fate, she might have experienced reservations over her future. At the very least she might have found some tears of grief to shed over them.

2010; 2020 (written Mar 15 ’10; ed. Oct 21 ’20 by riwa)

2

They finally arrived at their destination two days later in the morning hours. Joia and her 14 female companions were tired of riding in the back of the uncomfortable truck.

They had been fed, and had also stopped several times to allow the women to discharge the contents of their bowels. In the process, she had learned a few names. Joia had also learned most of the stories were similar to hers: a pouch of coins in exchange for each life.

A couple of females seemed genuinely sad to have parted with their families. Another one like her was all too happy to have been delivered from her former home. For the rest, any sadness was overshadowed by the uncertain hope of a brighter future.

All had been delivered from a hard existence. But what new life had they been delivered to?

The buildings of the compound showed the promise of food, shelter and warmth. Their truck backed up near the edge of a wooden building. No fields were visible, although Joia fretted she might still find herself on a new plot of ground to work.

The stern looking woman appeared again at the end of the truck. She carried herself with a commanding presence as someone not to be trifled with. Her countenance spoke that she would brook no opposition.

“My name is Clemencia,” she told them. “That should be of no consequence to you. You will henceforth refer to me as Mistress. And you will come whenever I call for you.”

“You will get out and follow me to your new lodgings! Obedience will be rewarded. Anything less will be met with the harshest of punishments. If you understand my words, nod your head.”

Joia nodded submissively along with the others. The woman did not seem as compassionate as her mother had tried to be at times. As long as there would be no fields to work, she would willingly adjust to her new life.

Two guards came up to the back of the truck. One by one they offered each young woman a helping hand. There were no words of complaint from her companions.

Joia patiently waited for her turn to disembark. But her eyes wandered during the delay. That’s when she caught sight of some sort of activity occurring on the far side of the compound.

A group of men – more guards perhaps? – had gathered around some sort of upright mechanism she did not recognize. They seemed happy and jovial. She thought she heard laughter carry back to her.

Another open-ended truck had been backed into position near the men. But the sides – like her truck – were too high to see the contents. Were there other females inside that vehicle as well?

Joia tarried, allowing other females in their peasant dresses and simple attire to pass ahead of her. She was curious as to what was going on across the compound. She could not fathom what she was seeing.

She saw a naked young woman emerge from a building. She was escorted by two more guards. They led her over toward the strange object.

Joia was surprised over what she saw. Instinctively her hand came up and covered her mouth. How could they take her out like that without any garments to cover her nudity? It was indecent!

The woman was taken over to the upright mechanism. At the last moment Joia saw her turn and look right at her. Joia blushed at the sudden attention.

Instinctively she turned her head. Besides, there were only three females ahead of her now. She would soon be helped out of the back of the truck.

As Joia moved forward, she glanced back across the compound. That’s when she gasped at what she saw. The woman was now lying face up on some sort of wooden bench.

Her head appeared to be protruding through some piece of wood. She thought she heard a frightened cry as the men laughed at her. Her legs were up and spread apart in a totally shameful manner.

One of the men appeared to be between her legs. His movements were such that… Joia stared in disbelief.

It was not possible! Why was he treating her like that out in the open? Why, it couldn’t be!

“Come here, young lady!” the woman named Clemencia told her sternly, getting her attention. She was now the last one. Joia gulped as she nervously made her way to the back of the truck.

Two guards reached up with their hands to help her out. That’s when she heard a faint scream carry across the compound. The scream was abruptly cut off with the sound of a thump.

Joia could not help turning to look. She stared in horror at what she saw. Then hands pulled her out of the truck.

She was stood upright upon solid ground. Joia was forced to focus her attention on the woman standing before her. There was a rather disturbing smile upon the woman’s face.

Her new Mistress turned her head, perhaps to view the same area Joia had been witnessing. She seemed not the least bit upset by the goings on across the compound. It unnerved Joia even more.

“What’s the matter, little one?” the woman asked solicitously. “You’re positively pale! Is something wrong?”

The sinister look in the woman’s eyes frightened her like never before. Joia was unable to speak. Her words locked in her throat in abject horror.

She trembled violently, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. Surely she had not really seen what her eyes had witnessed, had she??

“Come along!” her new Mistress said impatiently. “As I said before: obedience will be rewarded. Anything less will be met with the harshest of punishments.”

Joia nodded numbly. But her mind now struggled to find some rational explanation for what she thought she had seen…

…that of a hooded man lifting up by the hair the severed head of that woman she’d seen looking at her… and then showing it off to the festive guards…

3

Joia had no time to dwell on what she’d witnessed, much less the image that seemed burned in her mind as though it would never leave. After being shown to her room, she and the other females were led to a larger room which housed a cistern of warm water. Joia was embarrassed when she and the others were forced to remove all their coverings and climb in naked.

Older women were assigned to each one. She received a kindly, sad-eyed, grey-haired soul who climbed in with her. The matron told her she had been there for many years tending to the females that had been brought in.

She said her name was Ysabella. She quietly instructed Joia to act submissive at all times. If she did as she was told, especially concerning one of Mistress Clemencia’s commands, everything would turn out all right.

Joia was embarrassed at Ysabella’s nudity, especially since all the matrons were naked in the large cistern with their charges. She blushed with embarrassment as she was gently and lovingly washed. The woman was much more tender with her than her mother had ever been. Still, Joia couldn’t help shivering shyly as her breasts and that sensitive area down between her legs were carefully tended to with a sponge.

After the communal bath, the young women were treated to oils and perfumes. Joia had never smelled such magnificent aromas! Nor had her body ever felt as wonderful as it did when they were applied to her skin. She found herself feeling like she did on those sad, lonely nights when she would touch herself.

They were all given special gowns of a material that covered, yet did not hide, their nakedness. The material felt good upon her skin. Joia decided she would not mind so much that her flesh showed through.

That horrible scene she’d witnessed that morning seemed a distant memory. Now her senses were filled with all these new smells and sensations. Joia began to feel the internal swellings of a happiness she had not known in a long time.

The females were given a separate communal area to share whenever they were not bedded down or using the room with the cistern. It was filled with things Joia had never seen or known living with her parents. There were brushes and perfumes, and creams for the face. All of her companions experienced the same giddy joys of using the items that helped make them feel more womanly than at any time in their lives.

Clemencia suddenly made an appearance. She took away a young woman Joia knew as Alviva. Alviva had long brown hair with cold, grey eyes, the evidence of a hard life. She was a young woman whose beauty had been marred by the sadness of her former existence.

Joia had learned that before her ride in the truck Alviva had been sold to a cruel man who had branded his mark upon her. It was just below her left breast, imprinted with a hot iron and again in the skin above her garden below. Now she had been sold a second time. She had secretly told Joia she would never be marked again.

Joia had been allowed a glimpse of the marks. She had even been allowed to gently touch them. Now she watched in alarm as Alviva was taken away.

There was no kindness in Clemencia’s eyes. Nor was anything spoken as to where she might be taking Alviva. On the contrary, the cruelness she saw in the stern woman’s expression chilled her to the bone.

Once again Joia found her heart beating fast. This was becoming a strange place of contradictions. Disturbing images were strangely followed by inexpressible joys, only to be followed by heart-gripping fear.

Joia stared out the doorway the two had departed through. A strong feeling of unease swept through her. She couldn’t help wondering what was to become of Alviva and how it might eventually affect them all…

2010; 2020 (written Mar 15 ’10; ed. Oct 21 ’20 by riwa)

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Addison 4 (29)

Posted on December 5, 2023 by riwa

Addison checked her reflection in the mirror. Her blush wasn’t quite right, and her eyebrows needed just a little more work. She was very picky about her appearance.

She inhaled sharply at the sound of the doorbell. Darren had arrived. She felt a surge of excitement flow through her.

Where was he going to take her tonight? Would it be that expensive restaurant down on the river? She’d given every indication that’s where she wanted to go.

Addison believed she was in for a really nice dinner. Afterwards they would probably go out for drinks. The only decision she would have to make before the night was over was whether or not she was going to put out for him.

The doorbell rang again. Addison quickly rechecked her reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

She swept through her apartment to the door. She looked down at her dark pink dress, using her hands to brush the wrinkles away. Then she opened the door.

She inhaled sharply as she took a step back. It was not Darren. It was someone she had not counted on seeing, nor did she wish to see. Oddly he was dressed as though he was prepared for a night on the town.

“Stewart, what are you doing here?”

“We have a date for tonight, remember?” He smiled innocently at her.

“We don’t have a date, Stewart! Darren will be here any moment to pick me up. We’re going to the Shoreline for supper.”

“Oh, but we do have a date for tonight, Addison. I was the one who sent you that text.”

“What text?”

“The one that asked what restaurant you wanted to go to tonight.”

Addison was stunned. “Th-that was you?? But I thought… I thought that was Darren!”

“Nope. I’m the one who sent the text, Addison.”

She glared angrily at him. “You asshole! You led me to believe you were Darren!”

“C’mon, Addison. Just one little date? I’ll even take you to the Shoreline.”

“Stewart, I wouldn’t date you if you were the last man on earth!”

“Why not? What’s wrong with me?”

“Everything! Can’t you tell??”

At first he looked disappointed. Then he began to get angry. “Do you really mean that, Addison?”

“I certainly do, you bastard! Now my evening is ruined!”

“No, Addison. Your evening is about to get way more interesting. But then again, so is mine.”

“What’s that smell?” she asked in alarm, sniffing in his direction.

She started to go back inside. That’s when Stewart reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a white cloth. He grabbed onto Addison before she could resist. Then he forced the cloth tight against her face.

Addison tried to scream, only to be overcome by the fumes. Her legs instantly weakened as her eyes rolled. Then she collapsed in the doorway.

Stewart carefully looked all around. Then he calmly told the unconscious form, “Is this really the way you want to play it, darling? That’s certainly fine by me. Besides, I have something I’m just dying to show you.”

Stewart closed her front door. Then he scooped the young woman up in his arms. He calmly carried her out to his vehicle, smiling inwardly at what he had planned for their time together.
—
Addison moaned weakly. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. When she opened her eyes she had to blink in surprise.

She had awakened in some sort of basement. She was lying flat on her back inside a narrow glass tank. Her arms were tied behind her back, making her uncomfortable as hell.

Her ankles were tied together, her white heels no longer attached to her feet. She felt something round and metallic down at her bare feet. But she couldn’t make out what it was.

She shook her head as her senses tried to come back online. She vaguely remembered the date she was supposed to go on. She groggily called out, “Darren?”

A male voice replied, “No, Addison. It’s Stewart; remember?”

She found herself being pushed further inside the glass enclosure. There certainly wasn’t very much room to wriggle around inside it. What the hell was this??

She coughed before speaking again. “Stewart, what are you doing?”

“I decided to allow you to show me your Houdini tank escape act.”

“I don’t have a Houdini – HEY!”

The tank slowly started to tilt upward with her inside. When it was elevated enough Addison found herself slipping down along the glass. She slid all the way to the bottom where her feet came in contact with the floor.

She just narrowly missed having her toes pinched by the metal ball in the tank with her. Her dark pink toenails stood out as she shuffled around on her feet. What the hell was Stewart doing to her??

She panted for breath as the Houdini tank was stood upright. She looked out of the glass in alarm. She confirmed she was in some sort of basement, although it struck her as being more like a dungeon.

She felt around with her bare feet. Then she looked down. There was definitely some sort of large, steel ball in the tank with her. What’s more, it felt like her ankles had been secured to it.

“Stewart!! What the hell is going on?”

“Be with you in a minute, darling.” It sounded like he was somewhere behind her.

“Cut the ‘darling’ crap, ok? I don’t like you; remember? I never did!”

“You’ve made that quite clear, Addison. So I’ve decided to take this in another direction.”

“Stewart, get me the fuck out of here!”

She heard something tap up at the top of the Houdini tank. Addison anxiously looked up. That’s when she saw the end of a garden hose pointing down at her.

“Stewart, what’s going on? This isn’t the least bit funny!”

“I never intended it to be.”

“Where the hell are you?”

“Be with you in a minute, darling. Just hooking up the garden hose.”

“Cut the ‘darling’ crap – garden hose??!!”

Addison heard the sound of a faucet being turned on. A moment later the hose above her began spewing water down on top of her head. She cried out in shock and anger as she pressed against the side of the tank in trying to avoid getting wet.

It totally soaked her wavy, brown hair. She had two clips in back, pulling the strands clear of her face. But what really bothered her was the fact her pink dress was getting wet.

She let out a scream of rage and indignation. “Stewart, damn you! Turn that fucking thing off! You’re going to ruin my dress!”

“I’d say that’s the least of your worries, Addison.”

She tried to shuffle around inside the tank. But there was very little room to maneuver. She was already starting to feel claustrophobic.

“Stewart – SHIT!”

She looked down with dismay. Water was accumulating at the bottom of the tank. It was almost covering her feet.

The focus of her animosity walked around until he was standing in front of the glass tank facing her. She looked at him with a mixture of anger and fright. “Stewart, what the hell are you doing?”

“Haven’t I made it obvious to you, darling? I told you; I’ve decided to allow you to show me your Houdini tank escape act.”

“Damn you, Stewart; I’ve got no ‘escape act’! Now get me out of here before my dress is ruined!”

“I told you: your dress is the least of your worries.”

“Damn you!”

Addison let out a yelp as water began rising up her ankles. Her situation was becoming a lot more serious. She soon found herself panting heavily for breath.

Addison struggled to compose herself. Then she held herself upright as she indignantly stated, “Stewart, this isn’t funny.”

“Neither was turning me down for a date tonight. I decided the least you could do was to entertain me down here for the next few minutes.”

“Stewart, I’m not your fucking entertainment! Now get me out of here right this instant! The water’s rising in here!” By now it had started to climb her lower calves.

“I’ve watched you out at the resort pool, Addison. I’ve seen you underwater holding your breath. All you have to do is hold it long enough to free yourself and climb out.”

Addison frantically yanked on the ropes binding her wrists behind her back. “Stewart, I CAN’T! You tied them way too tight!”

“C’mon, Addison. You’re an independent woman, right? Surely you can get yourself out of some silly rope.”

“Stewart, get me out of here! You’re going to ruin my – AAUUGGHH!”

Addison looked down in horror. The lower part of her dress was now soaked. The water was quickly rising toward her knees.

“Stewart, get me the hell out of here!”

“You’ve made it abundantly clear how you feel about me, Addison. In the past you’ve told me in no uncertain terms how you don’t want my help. In fact, you don’t want anything to do with me. So you can just get out of there by yourself.”

“Stewart, I CAN’T!”

She screamed from a mixture of rage and growing alarm. Her cry was muffled inside the tank. She looked down to see the water slowly rising up her dress past her knees.

He sighed as he shook his head. “I would have done anything for you, Addison. I would have given you the world.”

“Get me out of here!”

“Prove to me how independent you are. Prove to me you can get out of there by yourself.”

Addison didn’t want him to see her distress. But she was really becoming alarmed now. “Stewart, I’m frightened!”

“Why? What is there for an independent woman like you to be frightened about?”

“STEWARRRRRRRT!”

Addison started hyperventilating as the water level continued to rise. She’d shifted around enough so it wasn’t splashing on her hair as much. But it was clearly on the rise, now climbing her upper legs.

She gasped and whimpered as she looked down at her dress. It was starting to become translucent. She could just make out her legs through the soaked fabric.

Once more she struggled with her wrists behind her back. But it was no use. They were secured much too tightly.

There was only one option left to her. It galled her, but she had no other choice. She had to offer him anything he wanted. She had to talk him into letting her out of her glass prison.

“Stewart, I’m sorry. I’ll go out with you, ok? I… I wasn’t being myself back at my apartment.”

“Oh, back there you made it quite clear how you feel about me, Addison. So I’ve decided to see what you can do in the Houdini tank instead.”

“Stewart?? Help me out of here before I drown!”

“Help yourself, darling.”

“If I’m your darling then you’ve got to help me!”

“No, darling. You’re an independent woman; remember? So I’m going to step back and let you do it all by yourself.” And with that he took a couple steps back.

Addison let out a cry as the water reached her crotch. Her pink dress was going to be ruined. She looked down at herself before letting out a wail of grief.

“Better get started on those wrists, Addison. The water’s getting high in there.”

“Stewart, I didn’t mean any of it! Get me out of here, ok?”

“Do it yourself, darling.”

“YOU TIED ME TOO TIGHTLY IN HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!”

“You can do it.”

“Stewart, I CAN’T!” Then she paused before desperately adding, “I LOVE you! Don’t you love me too?”

“You don’t really love me, Addison. You don’t even want to go out on a date with me.”

“I’ve changed my mind, ok? I’m a woman and I have that right! A woman has the right to change her mind, you know!”

“You’ll change it right back once you get out of there. So go right ahead and free yourself. Show me how independent you are. Show me your escape act, darling.”

“STEWARRRRRRT!”

Addison gasped as the water slowly climbed her stomach. Now she could see her frilly white underwear through her soaked dress The Houdini tank was filling fast!

Addison looked all around the basement. But she saw nothing that could save her. There was no one else to rescue her; she was all alone with Stewart.

In growing panic she screamed again. He looked at her emotionlessly. Then he told her, “You’re wasting time, Addison. If I were you I’d get to work on that rope around your wrists. Then you’ll have to reach down and free your ankles from that cannonball I put in there with you. It’s tethering you to the bottom of the tank so you won’t float up.”

“STEWARRRRRT!”

Addison struggled with her wrists again. She jerked her arms up and down behind her back as the water continued to rise. She gasped the moment it reached the bottom of her breasts.

She began panting heavily as she wriggled and squirmed. The water was making her pink dress see-through. Now her flowery white bra was becoming visible.

“Stewart, I can’t… I can’t catch my breath!”

“Take deep breaths, darling. You’ll need them once the water rises above your head and takes away that last one… that is, unless you can hold your breath for a really long time.”

“STEWARRRRRT!”

Addison screamed in growing terror. The water reached the top of her breasts, covering her impressive cleavage. Cool water kept rising inexorably toward her shoulders.

Addison struggled with her footing. She found the cannonball with her feet. Then she clumsily climbed on. It gained her just enough additional height for the water level to fall back down below her breasts.

She panted anxiously, her heart hammering in her chest. She stared at Stewart in growing terror. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered she might drown. Maybe it was time to try something else.

“Stewart, get me out of here and I’ll suck your cock! I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before! Get me out of here before you make the biggest mistake of your life!”

“The biggest mistake of my life was developing feelings for you, Addison. I’m sure other men would have also developed feelings for you in the years to come. I’m simply sparing them from the heartbreak of you turning them all down.”

“STEWART, YOU ASSHOLE! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, darling.”

“I’M SORRY – I’M SORRY!” Then she gasped in alarm. The water level had reached the top of her breasts again.

She tried to rise up on the balls of her feet on the cannonball. But there was no escape. She looked up to see the hose fully spewing its contents into the tank with her.

“Stewart, turn the water off! Turn it off and I’ll do anything you want!”

“What I want is to watch you try to escape, darling.”

“BUT I CAN’T!”

“If you can’t escape then I want to watch you drown.”

She stared at him in horror as her mouth dropped open. He’d actually admitted it. He wanted to watch her drown. That was why she was in there in the first place.

“STEWART, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Better work on those wrists, darling.”

“Stewart, I’m scared!” Now the water had reached her shoulders. Her white bra was visible through the material of her dress, accenting her cleavage.

For the first time since the encounter at the door, he actually smiled at her. “I’m going to watch you drown, darling. It’s clear you’re no escape artist. You’re no independent woman either. But I never thought so from the very beginning. Instead, I’m going to enjoy watching you drown.”

“STEWART; NOOOO!”

The water reached her chin. Addison tipped her head back as she stretched upward on her toes, feeling the panic well up inside her. It was rising way too fast.

Her feet shuffled until she slipped off. Addison bubbled as she was momentarily submerged. She struggled to get her feet back onto the metal ball. Then she stuck her head up out of the water. But she had to stretch upward as she tipped her head back to breathe.

“How long can you hold your breath, darling? Can you hold it before the water reaches the top of the tank?”

“Stewart, p-p-please! I’ll d-d-do anything you want!!”

“Darling the only thing I want right now is to watch you drown.”

“Stewart; n-no!!”

Her feet shuffled around as she tried to stretch upward. Buoyancy lifted her up off the cannonball she was standing on. Her feet kicked and flailed around as Addison tried to stay at the surface while tipping her head back to get another breath.

“Last breath, darling, before that tether tightens and pulls you under. Better make it a good one. I want you to put on a good drowning for me, ok? After all, that’s all you’ve got left to give me now.”

“St… St… STEWART… p-p… please!”

Her feet shuffled as she tried to find the cannonball below. She submerged as she found it. Addison tried to kick herself up a little higher until she felt the tether pull her up short.

Her lips and nose went under. She kicked upward and got most of her head up. She stretched upward just as high as she could go, frantically tipping her head back as the water continued to climb inside the tank.

Addison gasped for breath as the water rose. But she could not go any higher. It had reached her lips and was tickling her nose.

Addison inhaled deeply before straightening up and facing him. Bubbles trickled out of her nose. Only the top of her head remained above the surface. She was almost fully submerged.

Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she stared at him in abject horror. She tried to kick upward again. But the tether pulled her up short. She could not get her head back above the surface.

She looked upward, but it was no use. The water kept rising; it was now a couple of inches above her head. No matter how hard she stretched and kicked, she could not reach the surface.

She bubbled anxiously, her toes wriggling as her feet kicked in vain for solid footing. Standing on the cannonball now would to her no good. She needed to go higher to reach the surface. But the tether to the metal ball underneath her bare feet kept pulling her up short.

Addison anxiously shook her head as more bubbles came out of her nose and mouth. Her eyes were wide as she kicked upward again. But the tether still pulled her up well short.

She looked upward to see the surface of the water rising toward the top of the tank. Addison shook her head again as she stopped struggling. She was getting tired and out of breath.

Stewart stepped closer. He reached out toward the tank, admiring her cleavage. Addison bubbled out of her nose as she shook her head yet again, her eyes wide in terror.

Stewart caressed the glass in front of her. Addison shook her head harder as she lost more bubbles. The clips kept her hair back and her face exposed.

More air trickled out of her nose. Some bubbles slipped out past her lips. Addison grunted in growing horror as she shook her head again, her eyes pleading for Stewart to do something.

The water continued to fill the Houdini tank. It was now less than a foot from the top. Wasn’t he going to drain the tank now? Was he really going to let her drown??

Stewart saw Addison’s stomach heave behind her flowing pink dress. Then he saw her chest start to spasm. Her breasts wobbled in her bra as she grunted and bubbled.

She frantically shook her head. Then she bubbled, “STEWART, HELP MEEEE!”

“Better keep all that air inside your lungs, darling. Better not waste any of it.”

Alison’s lungs were straining. Her chest heaved as her breasts gently bounded up and down. She tried to kick herself upward for the surface and the air she desperately needed. But the tether grasped firmly onto her ankle.

She lost more bubbles out of her nose and mouth. Stewart looked up to see how much longer before the tank was full. The water had almost reached the top.

Addison screamed her breath away. Then she took a big gulp. Her eyes flew open in horror as she coughed up bubbles.

Addison started hitching and gurgling as she began swallowing and inhaling water. She went into seizures as her body shook inside the Houdini tank. Her pink dress flowed and billowed as she spewed bubbles out of her mouth and nose.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Addison hitched painfully, her body shaking and convulsing. Then she slowly descended until her feet touched the floor of the tank.

She began to gently sway back and forth as though a current was present. She stared incredulously, unable to believe how this night was going to end for her. Her body gently spasmed as her lungs continued their futile attempt to breathe.

Her struggles abruptly ceased as she continued to sway inside the Houdini tank. Stray bubbles slipped out of her gaping mouth. Her pupils briefly dilated before the life winked out of her eyes.

Addison stood there with a vacant expression of shock and horror. Occasional muscle twitches indicated the firing of stray nerve impulses. A moment later water began spilling out of the top of the Houdini tank.

It poured down on all sides, partially obscuring the view of the occupant inside. Stewart reached out and tenderly touched the glass. He got his hand wet from the pouring water. Then he calmly turned and walked away.

He didn’t bother turning off the water. He simply allowed it to continue overflowing as it poured out and down along the four glass walls of the Houdini tank. Stewart left Addison inside, giving her no further thought than he would to some drowned specimen inside a narrow, upright aquarium.

2020 (written by request Apr 26 ’20 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 15 4.4 (13)

Posted on December 5, 2023 by riwa

Shelly in Cancun 15 – Running out of time

“You got three and a half minutes!” I tell her sternly. “Time her, Jake!”

As he checks his watch she gives us both a thumbs up, one hand holding the end of the rope. Then grabbing both her dive mask and the spare air bottle so they won’t be ripped off when she makes the plunge she steps onto the ledge on the back of the boat before stepping off into the water with a splash. With a flip of her legs she heads down toward the sailboat as Jake plays out the nylon rope for her.

I watch closely, my eyes glued to her descending body as she fins her way down. “Yeah, right!” I mutter under my breath. “‘Don’t worry, ‘Shel’’… easy for HER to say!”

“What’d you say?” Jake asks, hearing me mutter.

“You just keep your eyes on that fucking watch of yours!” I tell him coldly. “I want a time-check every thirty seconds!”

“She’ll be fine, Shelly.”

“Just give me the damn time, ok?”

“Fine – fine… coming up on thirty seconds.” I don’t think he likes me telling him what to do. But I don’t give a shit! My heart’s up in my throat, and I’m worried about my best friend.

We both watch as she reaches the deck of the sunken sailboat. She fins her way toward the door leading to the interior. It looks like she has a bit of trouble getting it open.

My heart stops for a second. Then it looks like she finally gets it open. A moment later she disappears from view.

“One minute,” Jake reports as he checks his watch.

The two of us lean over the side of the boat, watching anxiously. But I can’t help getting the feeling Jake is more anxious about his damn case than he is about his girlfriend. I suppose it’s probably because of the threat he faces back in Cancun if he doesn’t get it back.

“Minute thirty,” he proclaims. I feel a shiver of anxiety.

I suppose I shouldn’t be this nervous. But the way he talked, it was supposed to be right there within easy reach. I’ll feel much better once she’s back on the damn boat.

Anxious seconds tick by until I hear Jake mutter “Two minutes.” I figure the spare air she’s sucking on should be half empty by now. I just hope nothing has excited her and has made her suck on it even faster. I can’t help feeling she should have been back out by now.

“Jake; where is she?” I growl ominously, my heart rate increasing.

“Relax, Shelly,” he says as he keeps looking down into the water. “The rope’s not playing out anymore. She’s got to be inside now. She’ll find it; don’t worry! She’s probably looking in a couple of cabinets and is about to stumble upon it any second now.”

“They’re not locked, are they?”

“No – no; they’re not locked. But they might be hard to open underwater.”

“Time?” I ask nervously.

“Two forty!”

“SHIT!”

I feel my heart rate spike, and I try to control my breathing. If I have to go down, I’ll need a good lungful of air. I’ll also need to not be in panic mode if I have to jump overboard and make a lengthy swim downward.

“Three minutes,” Jake says. I can hear by the tone in his voice that he’s starting to become alarmed.

I scan the empty storage compartment, confirming there’s nothing else inside for me to use. Damn! I’ll have to do this on my own without fins, a belt or even a dive mask.

“Give me the time!” I tell him as I ready myself. Then I look him square in the eye. “She’d better fucking be all right down there or I’ll be coming for you!” That’s when he checks his watch.

“Three thirty,” he gasps in alarm. I can see him starting to panic. “Maybe you’d better go down, Shelly.”

“Bastard!” I snarl at him. Then I take a deep breath before diving off the edge of the boat into the water.

I’m anxious as I pull myself hand over hand down the rope. I fight like hell to calm the wild beating of my heart. Air trickles out of my nose.

In my agitated state I figure I’ve got about two minutes of breath before my lungs give out, if that long. That gives me about twenty or thirty seconds down, a minute inside and then maybe another twenty or thirty seconds back up. But without a watch on my wrist to gauge my time underwater, I’ll have to wing it.

The rope trails all the way down to the door. I make it down in good time. But the first thing I discover is that the damn door has closed on the nylon.

I struggle, but I can’t get it to open. I can see it’s dark and murky inside. But there’s a little bit of illumination.

Some light must be getting in through those windows in the master suite. But there’s no sign of Andria. Shit!

I’m certain it’s been over four minutes for her by now. I have to fight off the panic that wants to overwhelm me. She’s got to be somewhere inside, going on the air in her lungs now.

I can only imagine the terror she must be feeling. I find myself mentally cursing her damn boyfriend. Fucking bastard…sending her down here with a pony bottle containing only four lousy minutes of air inside a darkened wreck!

The door feels wedged shut against the rope. I struggle to push the damn thing open. The sailboat lies on its side, making it so the door hangs down.

It has to be pushed inward so that it swings backward and up. I feel it give a little as I push against it. So I try to push even harder.

As I strain to get the damn thing open, I find myself wondering how much air I’ve used up. I figure I’ve been down at least a full minute now. My anxiety at not finding Andria is not helping matters any.

I suspect I’ve got another thirty seconds or so before I need to make a mad dash up to the surface. But I firmly believe if I abandon her now I can probably rest assured that when I come back down she’ll have already drowned on the other side of this fucking door! That tells me I can’t leave until I’ve found her.

…or drowned right along with her…

The door won’t budge. I start pounding on the glass. I suspect the rope has helped wedge it even tighter. Has that stupid bastard pulled on it, helping to jam the door shut?

A moment later I see a shadow emerge through the door into the master suite. A figure swims toward me. It’s Andria.

At least she’s still alive. But she’s trapped on the other side of the door. I’m afraid she won’t be alive much longer.

The spare air is gone from her mouth. But her dive mask is still in place. She cries out with a burble upon seeing me.

For a moment she seems to panic as she beats on the glass. I frantically work the doorknob. Then she catches on, grabbing the knob on her side of the door and pulling with all her strength.

There’s a muffled sound of something releasing as the door starts to give. Then it swings open in her direction. I burble anxiously, suddenly realizing my lungs are heaving and that I’m going to need air soon.

Instinctively I reach in to pull her out. But she surprises the hell out of me by grabbing my arm and jerking me inside with her. Before I can grab it, the door swings shut, trapping us both inside.

Ohmygawd! Andria, what the fuck have you done? Before I can resist her, she insistently pulls me further inside. My lungs start to scream at me in protest.

There are dark shadows everywhere. I can’t see as well as I’d like to. But there’s enough light for me to see she’s slinging me through the missing window of the interior door into the bedroom suite.

My first thought is that she’s gone crazy. Is she killing us both because of her stupid boyfriend? I’m almost certain we’re both going to drown down here.

I start probing upward, looking in vain for another way out as air bubbles out of my mouth. The windows look like they’re much too narrow to slip through. I feel a surge of fearful excitement as my pussy starts to scream at me.

Andria guides me toward a dark section of the interior. Then she pushes me up. I’m utterly astonished when my head pops up into an air pocket.

I gasp like crazy, my lungs heaving as I struggle to get my breath back. Andria comes up right next to me. I hear her panting heavily for breath.

“What the fuck happened??” I blurt out anxiously.

She tells me, “The case is in here, ‘Shel’. It must have spilled out of the cabinet and tumbled in through the broken window when the ship went down. By the time I found it, the bottle was empty and I couldn’t get out!”

She pauses a minute to catch her breath before continuing. “I was about to swim back out and try the door out there when I looked up and found this little air pocket. I knew you’d be coming down to find me. But I was afraid you wouldn’t give up until you drowned yourself. That’s when I knew I had to get back to the door and let you know where I was.”

“I was afraid you were out of air when I saw you, ‘Shel’! I couldn’t take the chance on you not making it back to the surface in time, not when I knew about this air pocket in here. Sorry to pull you in here like that. At least now we’re together. Between the two of us, I know we can get out of here and get the case back up to Jake.”

I nod my thanks before noticing the air tastes a little funny. “We got to get out of here!” I gasp in alarm. “This air tastes like its growing stale!”

“The case is right down there.” Andria says, motioning downward. “Let me get it through the door first, ok? We’re going to need to work together on that outside door out there. I’m sure I saw it swing closed, and it might be stuck again.”

She gives me an encouraging pat on the arm. I nod at her. “Ok, Andria,” I gasp. “We better go right now.”

My pussy’s still tingling wildly. At least it’s backed off a little. What I don’t need right now is an underwater orgasm stealing my strength, not when I’ll be needing it soon.

I want to take charge. But I allow Andria to fill her lungs and submerge ahead of me. She knows the layout in here better than I do.

She’s the one who located both the case and this air pocket. I trust her implicitly with my life. But I still can’t help worrying about her.

I take long, deep breaths, trying to calm the wild beating of my heart. I know I’ll need all the air reserves I can keep in my lungs if we’re both going to get out of here alive. I hear a bubbly grunt as her shadow moves near the door, followed by the sound of a thump. Then she’s back up in the air pocket with me.

“Got it!” she says. Then she looks all around.

“It’s really getting stale in here, ‘Shel’. I’m starting to get a little light headed. We better go right now!”

“You get the case; I’ll get the door!” I, too, am starting to feel a little dizzy. “When you get there, you can help me get it open. Then we’ll tie off the case, give the rope a tug and get the hell out of here!”

“Got it!” she says with a nod.

Damn! It’s really starting to get bad in here! We’ve got to go soon or we’ll succumb to the accumulation of stale air.

“On three,” I declare calmly, trying to keep us both from freaking out. “Nice and calm now; no panic. On one…” and I hear us both inhale.

“Two…” and I hear the sound of two anxious young women exhaling.

“THREE!”

We both inhale. Then we submerge with a burble. I just hope we got enough good air within the pocket to make it back ok.

Andria forces me to swim through the opening first. There’s enough light for me to see the steps lying on the other side leading up to the exit door. I swim up to it and grab onto the handle.

Naturally it won’t budge. The damn thing has wedged shut again.

I look back to see Andria dragging the case along with her. She comes right up next to me. Then she grabs onto my hands as I cling to the handle.

We pull together, grunting anxiously. Life, freedom… our next breath lie on the other side of that damned door. We bubble frantically, tugging on the damned thing while grunting in alarm.

Fuck; it won’t open!

For a horrifying second I’m afraid our destiny is to end up trapped inside this damn boat. I feel a monstrous climax surge toward me. “NOT NOW!” my mind screams.

I pull even harder. But I can’t help imagining the worst. I find myself hoping those goons Jake works for finds him and blows him away for getting us both killed.

The two of us cry out anxiously, spewing air we can’t afford to lose. Then the door suddenly gives way. It swings up and open.

In a flash I squirt through before turning back around. I hold it open as Andria swims through, dragging the case with her. Then I grab the rope, frantically pulling it through the door until it’s clear, not wanting the damn door to close on it again.

Finding the end, I begin tying it to the handle of the metallic silver case. The damn thing looks like it should be watertight. If not, then Jake’s shit up a creek… and probably so are we.

I tap Andria’s arm… “I GOT IT; NOW LET’S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Then I give the rope a hard yank. With a flick of her wrist, she sheds her weight belt.

The two of us kick like hell for the surface, air trickling out of our mouths. We both swim hard, losing air fast as we kick upward. With the fins she’s naturally faster than I am.

She grabs onto my arm and literally drags me upward. My lungs heave painfully, and I lose a big burst of air about 15 or 20 feet from the surface. Then it just becomes too much.

My damn pussy explodes on me. I shudder hard as a wave of sexual heat washes through me. I burble weakly, kicking as hard as I can.

I’m not sure I’m going to make it. I can tell Andria’s lungs are in just as much agony as mine. She fins as hard as she can, pulling me up with her.

It gets lighter as we near the surface. Then our heads erupt out of the water. We gasp madly for breath; fresh air never tastes so good!

We’re not too far from the boat when Andria hollers over at Jake to haul it in. But he’s already pulling on the rope. I can’t help noticing he seems more concerned with the case than he does with the two of us.

Somehow we tread water, swimming around until we can grab onto the end of the boat and pull ourselves up onto it. Jake pulls his precious case out of the water. The two of us crawl over the end of the boat and collapse into the cushioned bench seat at the end of the craft.

He studies it intently, no doubt checking to see if it’s still intact. “Thanks for the fucking help,” I mutter weakly.

He finally looks at the two of us as though he’s just become interested in our welfare. “You two ok?” he asks, concern in his voice as we pant heavily. “What happened down there? Why’d it take so long?”

“Who the hell cares!” I shoot back.

I’m still angry at him for putting us all in danger. What’s more, he nearly drowned Andria and I yet again. I disgustedly tell him, “All that matters is that we got it, ok? Now get us the hell out of here!”

Jake quickly pulls up anchor before starting the motor. We’re soon on our way back. Andria and I hug each other, grateful that neither one of us had to leave the other behind.

I’m not the least bit surprised when Jake takes us back a different way. There’s a lot of activity at the marina. The last thing we want is to be caught with a case full of drugs… either by the drug’s owners, or by the local authorities.

Jake pulls up to an unoccupied private dock several hundred yards away from where our bungalow is located. No one is around. That’s probably why he pulled up here in the first place.

“Take care of it for me, baby; ok?” he asks, motioning toward the case. “I don’t want to have to deal with any unexpected searches back at the marina. There are a lot of people hanging around down there and things could get, uh… complicated.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I mutter unhappily as we climb out with a very dangerous silver metallic case in our possession

“Thanks, babe!” he waves at us. Andria waves back as he motors away. Then she gives me an anxious look.

“What the hell do we do with THIS?” she asks nervously, hefting it up.

“I wish I knew,” I tell her, anxiously looking all around. “All I know is that we can’t trust anyone. We don’t even know who it belongs to. Anyone could come up to us and claim it belongs to them. Maybe we ought to hide it or something until Jake gets back.”

“Good idea, ‘Shel’. Then the two of us hurry off the dock, hustling off just as fast as possible without attracting any undue attention to ourselves…
—–
We safely make it back to the bungalow where we quickly change into our street clothes. The case sits by the door to her bedroom. I give it the evil eye as though blaming it for all our problems.

I tell Andria I’m going to call the airport to check on flights out of Cancun. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you? Jake can take care of it from here, right? You can just call him from the airport and tell him where you hid the damn thing, right?”

Andria looks at me as though she’s about to cry. “I don’t know what to do, ‘Shel’!” Then tears well up in her eyes. “I love Jake, you know. But this? This is just too much!”

“Then come home with me, ok?” My heart is suddenly hammering in my chest again. “This is his mess; let HIM clean it up. I don’t want anything bad happening to you. Let’s get the hell out of here while we still can!”

Andria looks at me for the longest time before nodding unhappily. “I guess that’s the smartest thing to do, ‘Shel’,” she admits. Then I sit down and pick up the phone on the nightstand.

I listen for a moment. “There’s no dial tone,” I say nervously. Then I look all around, getting that creepy feeling again like I had down at the marina.

“Maybe the phone lines are down,” she says hopefully. But I don’t think either one of us believe that. That’s when I decide it’s just too risky sitting around and doing nothing while waiting for Jake to get back.

“I’m going straight to the airport to check on flights. Pack everything up; ok? Be ready to go when I get back.” Then I’m out the door like a rifle shot, heading down to the street to hail a taxi…
—–
I manage to catch an empty cab to the airport. But it turns out to be a fucking mess. I have to wait in line nearly an hour before I can speak with anyone at the counter. It seems everyone else in town wants to fly out as well.

I find out that most of the afternoon flights have been canceled because of the storm. The earliest flight out will be around 9pm that evening. That’s fine with me, although I wish we were leaving sooner.

I book a couple of seats for Andria and I. I don’t want to be stuck here one minute longer than is absolutely necessary. It never even occurs to me to call Stephanie and alert her to our change of plans.

It does occur to me that Andria might want Jake to come back with us. As much as it pains me, I decide to book an extra seat for him, just in case he wants to come home with us. He can take it or leave it if he wants.

As far as I’m concerned I’ve had enough of Cancun. I just want to get back to the safety and comfort of our place back in California.

It takes a while before I can find another cab to take me back to the bungalow. I find myself hoping Andria’s hidden the damn case and has packed all our things.

For a minute or two I toy with the idea of her and I going right back to the airport so we can wait in the relative safety of the terminal. Perhaps we might get lucky enough to catch a flight out sooner than 9pm. But she’ll probably want to wait until Jake gets back. So I scratch that idea.

I pay the cab fare and head up the walk to the bungalow. I shake my head in wonder at the events of the past 24 hours. I’ve nearly drowned several times, but not because of some role-play Andria set up for me… other than that one with the new friends we met. Maybe coming down here wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

Reaching for the door, I find that it’s unlocked. That means Jake or Andria must be here. My hunger has finally returned, stronger than ever after our exhausting little dive on the wrecked sailboat.

I walk right in, ready to discuss where we can go get a little something to eat. But my jaw drops in astonishment. My heart instantly leaps into my throat the moment I see the entire bungalow has been trashed.

I look around in shock. The place looks as though it’s been totally ransacked. I get the distinct impression whoever was here was not merely vandalizing the place. They were obviously looking for something.

SHIT! That fucking CASE! In an instant I’m fearful for my best friend’s safety.

“ANDRIA? ANDRIA?”

Panic swells within me as I make a mad dash into their bedroom. I’m afraid I’m going to find both of them shot to death, lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood,

Their room is thoroughly trashed. But no one is in there, alive or dead. I don’t know whether to be relieved or concerned.

I do a quick search of every other room in the bungalow. But no one’s around.

Our clothes have been scattered everywhere. All our suitcases are emptied. Drawers are pulled out of their dressers, and both beds have been overturned.

I feel a sudden jolt of anxiety. What if Andria was here when they struck? What if they took her somewhere?

I have no idea where she is. And I don’t have a clue where Jake might have gone. I suddenly feel all alone… and very, very vulnerable.

What the hell do I do now?? It’s clearly not safe in here anymore.

I head for the door, only to have it swing open on me. Two tall, very dangerous looking men barge in on me. They’re both dressed in black suits. The look on their faces tells me they mean business.

I’m so fucking screwed!

I scream as I try to run away. One of them easily catches me. He wraps an arm around me as he covers my mouth with his free hand. “Where’s the case?” he hisses into my ear.

All I can do is whimper with fear. I shake my head that I don’t know anything. I grunt in terror as my pussy flames to life with a terrible roar of fearful arousal.

“This one isn’t her,” the other one states matter-of-factly.

“No. But the other girl will come back for her,” the one holding on to me says with satisfaction. “Better bring this one along for the time being. We’ll refer to her as ‘added incentive’.”

“MMMMMMPH!”

My eyes fly open in horror as I’m dragged out of the bungalow around back to the parking lot. I cry out into the hand covering my mouth, screaming for someone to call the authorities. But I don’t see anyone outside watching me being kidnapped. If so, would any of them actually care?

“Better shut her up,” I hear the other one say. Then I hear a car door open.

A few seconds later a white cloth appears in front of me. I hear “Nighty-night, sweet princess!” moments before the cloth is applied to my face.

NOOOOO!

The fumes are noxious. I struggle and thrash about in a futile attempt to break free. I struggle to hold my breath. But eventually my lungs give out.

My first whiff makes me weak and dizzy. I inhale again. This time it’s as though my arms and legs suddenly become dead weight.

I can barely keep my eyes open. I weakly inhale a third time.

This time I have no strength at all, and I collapse into his arms as darkness overwhelms me…

2009; 2021 (written May 15 ’09; ed. Jul 12 ‘21 by riwa)

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Paola’s end 4.2 (21)

Posted on November 30, 2023 by riwa

Paola put up quite a fight. For a minute there I thought she was going to kill me. I had to struggle to keep her from firing the gun in her hand. Then I had to find a way to incapacitate her.

By the time I got done with her I had a rope around her neck and had her strung up against the wall. I had to fight to tie her arms behind her back with all the resistance she gave me. Then I was able to step back and catch my breath.

I watched as she shuffled around on the balls of her feet. I heard rasping sounds as though she couldn’t get a full breath of air down her throat. Her tits were swollen underneath her bra. I saw her nipples poking through the fabric.

I began to get hard as I stared at her. She glared daggers at me as she tried to stay on the balls of her feet. I could tell I’d humiliated her by securing her like that.

“What’s the matter, Paola? Didn’t I play fairly? You didn’t think I would leave you a clean shot, did you?”

She rasped some more as she shuffled around. I stepped up to her, smiling coldly. Then I put my hands on her tits and felt her up.

“I think I like you better this way, darling. It’s no fun when you’re trying to kill me. Now I can enjoy myself before you strangle yourself.”

I pulled out a knife and pushed it into her navel, twisting it a little as though threatening to stab her. Her eyes opened wide when she thought I was going to plunge it into her belly. Instead, I used it to cut the strings to her bra.

It fell onto the floor, exposing her heaving mounds. I groped and fondled them as she gave me a dirty look. She rasped again for breath, but I just smiled at her.

I felt myself getting harder as I reached down and rubbed between her legs. I could tell she was starting to get damp down there. Was it because of the adrenaline of our recent fight? Or was it because she was finding it hard to breathe?

I traced the tip of my blade down between her breasts. I paused with the tip in her navel again, once more threatening to plunge it in deep. Her eyes widened as though this time I might do it.

I traced a line down until I sliced one side of her bottoms. Then I cut the other side. They fell to the floor, joining her bra.

I rubbed my hand in her crotch. I could tell how wet she’d become. I smiled cruelly as I allowed a couple of fingers to slip inside.

She winced as she continued to rasp and gurgle. She squeezed my fingers as she tried to talk. But intelligent speech for her was impossible.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her. She winced as she writhed against me. Then I smiled as I removed my shirt.

I pulled my pants and briefs down in one tug, exposing my erection. Her eyes opened wide again when she saw how hard I’d become. Then I stepped right up to her, pressing my naked flesh up against hers.

I pressed my hard cock up against her crotch. She winced as though this was the last thing she wanted me to do to her. I just smiled cruelly as I told her, “Having trouble breathing, darling? You know how to fix that, don’t you?”

I humped against her as she rasped and gurgled some more. “C’mon, darling. One last fuck before you die? Or are you too proud for that?”

She rasped again as she glared at me. I pulled down on her shoulders, tightening the rope around her throat. Her eyes widened in alarm as she started choking.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me. She tried climbing me as though it would ease the strain of the rope around her neck. I smiled as I told her, “That’s right, darling. Climb me if you can. I have more time left than you do.”

I felt my cock shift underneath her. Then she lost her grasp on me. She slid down, only to impale herself on my throbbing shaft.

“I knew you couldn’t resist, darling. Go ahead and ride me. Enjoy yourself one last time.”

She rasped as she tried to climb off. But I was too deep inside her. She started going up and down, fucking me as her face began to turn red.

I groped and squeezed her mounds before pinching her nipples. She let out a yip as she lost her grip again. She slid down until she was fully impaled on my throbbing dick.

She tried to climb me, tried to ease the strain of the rope around her neck. I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around my cock. I don’t think she could help herself.

“One last cum before you die, darling? For me or for you?” Then I grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard inside her.

She rasped and gurgled as she fucked me in return. I don’t think she could help herself. By now her body had taken on a mind of its own.

I thrust harder as I pulled down on her. It got harder for her to breathe. Her pussy clenched wonderfully around my pulsing shaft.

Her eyes rolled as she began milking me. It felt so good that I couldn’t help myself. I shot my load deep up her cunt as she strangled while fully impaled on my manhood.

I slowly pulled out of her, my cum dripping out onto the floor. She could no longer stand on the balls of her feet. By now she was deeply strangled.

I smiled as I told her, “That last one was wonderful, darling. Would you like me to be merciful now?” Was she nodding at me? I couldn’t tell.

I walked over and picked up her weapon. Then I pointed it at her. “Killed by your own gun, darling; the weapon you tried to use to kill me. How does that sound?”

I fired at her right breast. The gun quietly spat led. Paola jerked as a red hole appeared in her tit, a trickle of blood slithering down to her stomach.

“Another one, darling? Anything you say.” Then I fired again.

She jerked as a matching hole appeared in her left breast. She could no longer stand on the balls of her feet. Now she was strangling to death as her lungs flooded with blood.

“How about one more, darling… for old times’ sake?” Then I fired again.

A hole appeared in the center of her forehead. That’s when her eyes began to glaze over. Now she was twitching and shuddering in her death throes as my cum leaked out of her cunt.

I walked up to her and thrust four fingers up her snatch. She was wet as hell. I could feel her still clenching and spasming as her life ebbed away.

“Cum as you die, darling. Cum as you die.” Then I fucked her hard with my fingers.

I felt her clench hard as she went into her death convulsions. By now blood was coming out of her mouth. She shuddered hard as she came all over my hand. Then she relaxed in death.

For Paola 10-30-19

Bonus ending for Paola

I gave her a nice, gentle squeeze. She looked at me in alarm. I squeezed her neck harder.

She began to rasp for breath as she tried to claw my gloved hand away. “No,” I murmured at her as I maintained my grasp. “It’s more intimate this way. I want to watch the life flicker out of your eyes as you die.”

She began to claw at me in earnest, wriggling and struggling. The way she rasped for breath indicated I was slowly closing off her windpipe. It wouldn’t be much longer.

I could actually feel her heart racing through her neck. I smiled as I told her, “First your heart speeds up. Then it slows down before it shuts down entirely.”

I had to hold on tight as she reached that point where her body panicked. She struggled to claw my hand away. But my grip was too strong.

Her rasping ceased as her mouth breathlessly opened and closed. “No breath left, Paola. Now your heart shuts down and you die in my grasp.”

Her struggles became haphazard as she began to jerk around in my grasp. I saw her chest heaving in vain for her next breath. She began to settle down. Then her eyes started to become glassy.

“That’s it, darling. I’m right here watching. Now you can die for me.”

There was a rattle from somewhere deep in her chest. Her arms fell away and hung limp at her sides. Then the life winked out of her pupils as she stared vacantly at me with those soulless, killer eyes.

10-23-19

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Laundry day 4.2 (25)

Posted on November 30, 2023 by riwa

There were only six machines for my large apartment complex. I don’t know who she was. But every time I tried to do my laundry she was in there with several loads of clothes.

Once I went in and found her there in her shorts and white tank top. Every machine was in use. And it looked like she had several more baskets that needed to be done.

I got disgusted as I looked all around. I finally got her attention and asked, “How long are you going to be?”

“All day,” was the reply.

“Don’t you have a life beyond the laundry room?”

“That’s none of your damned business!”

“Hey, you don’t have to get all bitchy with me.”

“Why don’t you just get the hell out of here?”

I hauled my clothes back to my apartment. When the hell was I going to be able to get my laundry done? It was starting to pile up on me!

As I was hauling my clothes back I ran into Eddy. “What’s the matter? She wouldn’t let you wash your clothes?”

“She’s got every machine tied up again. Doesn’t she ever go to sleep?”

“Not that I’ve noticed.” Then Eddy walked away. It was clear he was just as disgusted as I was.

I waited until it was getting late before hauling a couple of baskets over to the laundry room. This time I’d tossed something special into the baskets in addition to my smelly underwear. It was laundry day and I was damned well going to wash my clothes!

I was not surprised to see her still in there. She looked at my basket and snorted derisively. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

“Oh, yes I am.”

I waited until a couple of her washing machines finished their cycles. As she was pulling clothes out I was moving in with mine. “Oh, no you don’t! Those are mine! I still have more clothes to wash!”

“Not this time, honey.”

“I am NOT your ‘honey’!”

I had just finished filling the machines when she came over after putting her washed clothes into a couple of dryers. She started to pull my clothes back out. That’s when I grabbed the rope I’d brought with me.

She really squawked when grabbed her and tied her arms behind her back. So I took one of her white t-shirts, wrapped it around her head, and then ran rope through it so she couldn’t talk. That really pissed her off.

I ran rope around her legs so she wouldn’t try kicking at me. I wound several loops around her waist and above her boobs. If looks could kill I would have ended up a puddle of goo on the floor.

She kept trying to wriggle and kick as she spewed muffled obscenities my way. I just ignored her until my clothes got done washing. Then I went over to the two dryers she’d planned on using.

She kicked at me as I walked past. That’s when I’d finally had enough. I had one last length of rope left, but I was only planning on using it as a last resort.

I tossed it up over an exposed pipe in the ceiling that looked like it could hold her weight. Then I formed one end into a noose. “You’re just not going to stop; are you, bitch.”

Her eyes widened in horror as she started shaking her head. I grabbed her and struggled to get her to her feet. Then I looped the noose around her neck.

She broke out in a cold sweat despite the warmth of the laundry room as she struggled against me. “I guess you went crazy in here, honey. Maybe it was the heat that made you snap and kill yourself.”

Her eyes flew open in shock and horror. I pulled on the free end and lifted her up into the air. She winced as she started dolphin-kicking while struggling against the rope around her neck.

I tied it off before calmly walking around her to empty her clothes out of the two dryers. Then I tossed mine in and turned the machines on. By then she was starting to tire until she was hardly kicking at all.

About that time Eddy came in. His eyes flew open in astonishment as he gasped, “Holy shit; what happened in here??”

I gruffly told him, “She must have snapped and killed herself. Take any machine you want. My clothes are in the dryer.”

He started to point at all that rope around her body. Then he waved dismissively. “Fuck it; I believe you. Let me go get my clothes.” Then he dashed off as though excited he finally had access to a couple of machines.

She dangled quietly, her body still sweating as Eddy and I did our laundry. I waited until his were dried. When we were finished we put our clothes back in our baskets.

I looked at her dangling body as I walked past. Her neck had stretched and her face had turned all purple. At least she wasn’t going to use all the machines anymore.

On the way out the door I asked Eddy, “You think I’ll get the death penalty?”

“You snapped just like she did. Involuntary manslaughter. Hell, the whole apartment complex will probably give you a medal.”

“Thanks, Eddy.” Then he went off to his apartment with his cleaned clothes while I went off to mine…

7-20-20

Inspired by Corinne’s creation.

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Too much champagne 4.3 (19)

Posted on November 25, 2023 by riwa

I was devoted to her. I totally loved her. I should have known better.

Friends warned me she was after my money. But I didn’t believe them. She’d convinced me it was a love that would last forever.

The first sign was when we stopped being intimate. She kept making excuses. But as time went on I began to suspect there was more to it than that.

One of my friends told me he saw her out clubbing with her friends. She was all over some guy on the dance floor. Another friend told me she’d been seeing that same guy for several months.

One of her girlfriends felt sorry for me. She said I was a good guy and didn’t deserve the way I was being treated. Then she dropped the bombshell.

Lorissa was planning on divorcing me. She wanted to take half of what I owned. She hadn’t filed yet, but supposedly she was seeing a lawyer friend who was willing to take her case. And apparently she and the lawyer friend were becoming extremely intimate.

At first I was devastated for being played. Then I became angry. I wanted revenge.

I did a little investigation just to make sure. Everything that had been revealed to me was only the tip of the iceberg. Apparently she’d been riding the cock carousel almost as long as we’d been married.

I went out and purchased a bottle of champagne as a gift to her. I already had a bad habit of spending a lot on her wishes and desires. Only now did I realize she was taking advantage of me.

That night she said she had to go out to meet up with a sick friend. I had her followed. The “sick friend” turned out to be that lawyer she’d been seeing. And he wasn’t the least bit ill.

Lorissa came home really late. I made sure I was still up when she got in. I told her I was interested in a little intimacy. She said her friend was really sick and her visit had taken a lot out of her.

I offered to draw her a bath. Then I told her I’d bought some champagne. She was definitely interested in having some of that.

She got naked in the tub as I went to pour her a drink. I heard her voice from the bathroom calling out and asking where her champagne was. It was just like her to be impatient with me.

I brought a glass in for her. It was the type of champagne she really liked. I suppose that’s because it was so expensive.

I asked how her friend was. She told me the woman might be sick for a few days and might need some comforting. That told me she was eager to go out and meet back up with the lawyer for another game of “find the salami”.

She drained her glass and asked for more. I went back into the kitchen. This time I dropped one of her sleeping pills into it along with one of her anti-depressants that made her drowsy. She often took them before she went to bed. I think she took them so I wouldn’t bother asking her for sex because she would be so out of it.

She worked on her second glass. I told her how beautiful she was. She loved the attention, but she quickly shot me down by reminding me how tired she was and that she would be going to bed right after her bath.

She drained her second glass. I asked if she wanted one more. When she said yes I went and poured her a third one.

I returned and set it down on the edge of the bathtub. She picked it up and took a big swig out of the glass. But her hand was a little unsteady. She was starting to get drowsy.

“Ready for bed, honey?” I asked solicitously.

She nodded… “Mm-hmm.” Her eyelids drooped until her eyes were hardly open.

Her arms floated weakly in the water. She looked like she was out of it. I quietly asked, “Too much champagne, dear?” She just murmured, “Mm-hmm.”

I reached in and picked up an arm just to see how conscious she was. Lately Lorissa didn’t even like me touching her. But she didn’t let out a single peep of protest.

“Nice bath, darling?” She barely murmured a reply. The champagne and the two ingredients I’d added were definitely having an effect.

I could not help myself as I reached in. I began to develop an erection in my pants as I caressed her breasts. They were still just as gorgeous as ever. She just sighed without the slightest protest.

“Feeling good, darling?” She did not say a word. “Want me to put you to bed?” She sighed as she hardly stirred.

I reached between her legs and gently rubbed her crotch. She kept it nicely trimmed. No doubt it was for her lawyer friend she was going to use to divorce-rape me.

I grabbed her legs and slowly pulled. Lorissa slid lower into the water. She finally floated face up, her eyes still closed as she breathed quietly.

“Darling, I think you’ve had too much champagne. Don’t you?” She said nothing.

I pulled on her legs until they were up out of the water. Her head slipped below the surface as her hair flowed. One arm stretched to the back of the tub behind her.

“I definitely think you’ve had too much champagne, darling.” Then I slowly rotated her over onto her side. Bubbles came out of her mouth as she exhaled her breath.

All of the sudden her eyes flew open. It was as though she knew something was horribly wrong. But there was nothing she could do about it.

She went into little hitches and spasms that were so minor I almost missed them. Her arm jerked a little as her toes flexed. More bubbles came out as her breasts wobbled ever so slightly.

I reached out to touch her ass. And what a lovely ass it was. Pity I would never get to enjoy it again. At least that lawyer friend of hers wouldn’t get to enjoy it either.

Bubbles kept coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were open in surprise. A part of her was conscious she was drowning. For that I was grateful. I wanted her to suffer a little.

“Darling, I know all about the ‘cock carousel’ you’ve been riding. I know you’re planning on divorcing me and taking as much of my assets as possible. I wish you hadn’t decided to do that as I really didn’t want it to end this way. I was in love with you, you know. But now my eyes are opened. I see you for who and what you really are.”

I lovingly caressed her ass again. The bubbles coming out of her mouth began to lessen. Now it was only a solitary bubble or two, trying to escape her flooding lungs.

“Darling, I warned you about drinking too much champagne before bedtime. Did you take one of your pills? Darling, you should have known better than that. Maybe you just weren’t thinking. Or maybe you were so distracted by that ‘sick friend’ you visited that you weren’t thinking clearly.”

I got up and went to the den. Lately I had spent so much time by myself wishing things could have been different. Well, they were certainly going to be different now.

In just a few minutes I had become a widower. I was going to miss my Lorissa. But I was not going to miss her as much as I would have had I not learned the truth about her life outside our humble abode.

2020 (written Apr 10 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Rue Morgue clip and the screengrabs I created.)

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