Aquarium 4.3 (41)

Ruby was escorted into the room by a man in a black suit. Right away she noticed large, leather chairs facing a curtained wall. She stiffened as she tried to steel herself for what she knew was coming.

Jack and Vanessa stood near the curtain as though awaiting her arrival. There were drinks in their hands, and bottles on the end tables between the chairs. Obviously this was, indeed, a special night.

“So you’re the one Carleton wants to introduce to us, eh?” Vanessa sounded cold… formal.

Ruby nodded without smiling. She felt alone and vulnerable, perhaps because she was naked under the short robe she wore. Of course, that was the whole idea.

“Carleton says you’re here to audition to be our new executive secretary. Is that correct?”

“It is,” she replied evenly.

Ruby tried not to feel intimidated by the woman in the tight fitting leather dress that only came partway down to her knees. It was obvious the bitch held some high position in the firm she was trying to become an integral part of after tonight.

“You know what’s expected of you?” This was from Jack, a man she’d met with Carl back in the states.

“I do.”

Vanessa chuckled. “We’ll be the judge of that. I have my doubts. Time to show her the aquarium, Don.”

Don was the one in the dark suit and white shirt who’d escorted her in. He went to a corner of the room and pulled on a cord. The green curtains parted to the left and right.

The lights in the room dimmed in response. Spotlights came on right in front of the glass. Ruby tried not to react despite a sudden surge of apprehension.

An aquarium stood before her, walled in by glass on three sides. A bulkhead door stood along the back wall. A set of ankle shackles lay in the middle of the floor.

Vanessa smiled as she waited for a reaction. But Ruby had been well coached by Carl. She stepped forward and examined it thoroughly before turning to calmly face her examiners.

The gentlemen appeared to be impressed. If anything, Vanessa was disappointed. No doubt she was hoping to have witnessed a lot more fear out of this one.

Ruby faced them with an expression as though she was bored. Carl had warned her ahead of time. He’d even given her a heads up over the way Vanessa like to spring things on the girls he’d previously brought in.

The questions started coming thick and fast from Vanessa after that…

“Are you prepared to get wet?”

“I am.”

“How long can you hold your breath?”

“Three minutes.” That was because Carl had warned her this would be the minimum requirement Vanessa expected from her.

“Are you prepared to swallow a little water?”

“If it comes to that.”

“Will you be appropriately dressed for us?”

“You’ll find out once I’m inside the aquarium.”

Ruby was tempted to open her robe right then and there. But Carl had advised against showing off the merchandise too soon. So she kept it on.

“Are you aware of my tastes?” the bitch asked, continuing with her questions.

“I’m fully prepared to do whatever it takes to become your executive secretary.” In this case, that meant putting on a little show for them.

“You have no qualms about what is expected of you?”

“I’m here of my own free will. I volunteered under no hint or threat of duress. I know what’s expected of me.”

Carl had filled her in on most of the details along the way. What she was aiming for was a valuable position in their corporation. But in this strange company, that meant submitting in rather unique ways.

Ruby had no illusions what those “ways” might entail. Woman had offered their bodies for thousands of years just to get what they wanted. She was no different, and in this case she was prepared to do whatever it took.

Ruby felt like a mouse in the possession of a hungry cat. Vanessa took a sip from her goblet. Then she smiled knowingly as she asked, “Are you prepared to drown?”

Carl had warned her of the way Vanessa liked to frighten the new ones. She’d tried to steel herself for the verbal onslaught. Still, this was a question that chilled her to the bone.

She trembled as she composed herself. Then she replied, “If it comes to that.”

“You’re not afraid?” Vanessa sounded disappointed.

“Carl told me what to expect. He warned me the water level might not drop fast enough and that I might swallow some water. He explained I might have to be revived.”

Vanessa turned and saw the referenced man now standing off to one side by the glass. Then she faced Ruby, giving her a cold look. “It seems Carleton has told you a great many things. No matter. All I can say is this: you’d better not disappoint.”

Ruby thought about telling her off, about revealing how Carl had given her advanced notice and how she’d practiced in her bathtub for this very moment. It was more than a little unnerving now that she stood here prepared to go through with it. So she simply smiled as she nodded in reply.

“I’m satisfied. Get her into the aquarium, Carleton.”

“Yes, Vanessa.”

Ruby turned at the sound of the man standing nearby, the man she’d given her heart to. This offer had come from him several months ago upon meeting her at her previous office job. She felt reassured by his presence.

He led her out until they were well out of earshot. “You handled yourself well,” he chuckled. “I think you even ruffled her feathers.”

“You were good to warn me about her.”

“She’s a bitch.”

Ruby didn’t reply. It was not wise to speak unseemly of a future employer, no matter what her feelings might be. She just wanted to do a good job. Perhaps she might even end up replacing Vanessa someday.

They came to a bulkhead door. Carl paused before looking at her. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

“I’m not afraid. I can do this. I know I can put on a good performance for her… and for you.” She wanted to kiss him, but was afraid there might be hidden cameras watching.

He opened the door and took her inside. The lights had been dimmed considerably. Vanessa had already taken up the center chair to observe her performance, the two males having seated themselves in the other chairs.

Ruby paused as she looked down at the floor. The shackles were open. The chain was looped through an eyebolt. She would be tethered to the floor once the aquarium filled with water.

Now that she was inside, Ruby began to have misgivings. Carl had cautioned her several times about all this. But his description of what awaited her had not adequately prepared her for this moment.

The aquarium would be filled with water. He’d warned her as much. The purpose of the event was for her to hold her breath and put on a little show for Vanessa before the chamber was drained.

The shackles meant she would be tethered to the floor. The water would rise clear above her head. She would have three minutes to convince Vanessa how badly she wanted the position of executive secretary, despite indications from Carl it was already a done deal. This was just a last formality, and a curious one at that.

Carl had warned her that drowning inside the aquarium was a very real possibility. One of the girls previously put through this initiation had swallowed a lot of water. He’d explained how they’d been forced to work extra hard just to revive her.

He sensed her hesitation. Then he quietly asked, “Do you want to back out now?”

Ruby stared down at the chain and shackles. She shivered at the possibility she might very well drown in here. Was she that desperate for a new job with much greater pay, allowing her to live a higher quality of life? So many debts would be wiped away if she got this position.

She took a deep breath to compose herself. “No, darling,” she told him quietly. “I’m fully prepared to go through with this.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you shackled; shall we?”

Ruby stood with her feet on either side of the eyebolt with the chain running through it. She faced the glass wall as Carl reached down. Then he began attaching the shackles.

She shivered again as he attached them to her ankles. Now she could feel it, a growing sense of fear and trepidation. Could she really go through with this??

She half expected Carl to ask once more if she wanted to back out. He’d been doing it ever since she’d first heard about what was expected of her. But this time she did not hear those words come out of his mouth.

He rose up and stood next to her. “I might as well take your glasses, Ruby. You won’t need them in here, not for what you’re going to be doing. Isn’t that right?”

He stuck a hand out to accept them from her. She stared out through the glass wall at Vanessa looking back at her. Then she lifted her arms up to remove her glasses from her head.

She slowly took them off before handing them over. Carl took them and nodded. “And now for the robe. It’s time to show Vanessa what she wants to see.”

Ruby took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She loosened the tie holding the robe to her body. Then she slowly opened it up.

She looked right at Vanessa as she exposed herself. She could see her own reflection in the glass wall of the aquarium, could see her nudity on display. Was this what that bitch out there was so eager to cast her eyes upon?

She caught movement in the direction of the chair on the left. She turned to discover Jack leaning forward. Apparently he liked what he saw.

She resisted the urge to smile back at him as she started to remove her robe. Ruby wore nothing underneath, having changed in a private room upon arrival. Carl had advised as much in the off chance Vanessa might want to inspect the merchandise before sending her into the aquarium.

She paused for a long moment, her robe parted. She held her pose for the bitch on the other side of the glass. Did this appeal to the woman’s kinky tastes? She certainly hoped it would assist in furthering her career.

She was a little surprised the bitch had not chosen to have her strip nude during her cross-examination. Maybe Vanessa was trying to hold back? Maybe it just didn’t matter.

Ruby was under no illusions at this point. She suspected she would be giving the bitch many personal visits during her tenure here. She did not know how long this might continue. She just hoped she would eventually gain enough status within the organization so as not to be viewed as “company property” anymore.

She totally removed her robe. Carl was standing right there, waiting patiently. He extended an arm out to take it from her.

She draped it over his offered limb, affectionately touching him as she looked at him. His expression reassured her. She was sure he would let nothing happen to her that could not immediately be remedied… like drowning, for instance?

“Carl?”

“Yes?”

“Will I… will I be all right?”

“Yes you will, Ruby.”

“Will I… will I drown in here?”

“It’s possible. It’s happened before. We drain the tank as quickly as possible to get back inside, just in case.”

“I… I love you, Carl.”

“I love you too, Ruby.”

“Thank you. This is such an incredible offer. It’s really going to change my life.”

“I’m sure it will. I’m glad to have played a small part in that.”

Carl took the robe and walked to the bulkhead door. Then he stepped outside. Ruby heard a faint hiss as it sealed her in.

She looked through the glass at Vanessa sitting there. The woman wore an expression of sadistic cruelty. It gave her the shivers, once more causing her to second-guess herself.

Instinctively Ruby turned to look back. But Carl had already gone. There would be no more attempts to back out of the deal. She was now all alone inside the aquarium.

She turned back to face the glass, to squarely face Vanessa on the other side. The moment was at hand. This was really going to happen.

Ruby fully understood her situation. For the moment she was here as nothing more than a piece of meat for the bitch. She considered it a rather strange initiation in order to join the company.

Her new job was about to give her a whole new lifestyle. Ruby firmly believed in her abilities. Thus, she would do all that was necessary in order to get her position in the company. Perhaps she could even work to unseat the bitch in the future.

Instinctively she started to pose, giving the woman on the other side of the glass a good look at her. It felt like the only light turned on was the one now shining down on her from inside the aquarium. Her imminent performance – and possible drowning, she reminded herself – was to be the highlight of the evening.

She loved Carl with all her heart. There had even been talk of a future together. He was so caring, warning her so many times while asking if she truly wanted to go through with all this.

Now here she was. There would be no more chances for her to back out. This was the moment of truth.

Ruby began touching herself all over. A moment later she heard the sound of water flowing through pipes. There was a faint shudder in the floor before water began to bubble upward from the drain in front of her.

She’d identified three different holes in the floor. That meant the aquarium should fill relatively quickly. It also meant it should drain just as fast.

Ruby was understandably nervous about the possibility of drowning in here. Carl had warned her it was a distinct possibility. He’d told her not to even consider this unless she was prepared to take that risk.

Now here she was. And she was certainly willing to take that risk. Or so she thought.

She began groping and fondling herself, remembering what Carl had told her Vanessa would be looking for. She stared in the direction of the bitch the entire time. One day she hoped she would be sitting in that very chair, perhaps watching Vanessa put on a drowning performance in this very same tank.

Ruby crouched as she touched herself. She wanted to let Vanessa know she was not the least bit frightened despite her nervousness. She would throw everything she had into putting on an erotic show for the bitch.

It wasn’t just the water coming up from the hole in the floor that was making her wet. Ruby felt a distinct dampness in her private parts. She fingered herself for Vanessa’s benefit, letting her know she was going to use this time to get herself off here inside the aquarium, just as Carl had suggested.

There was a change of sound inside the aquarium. More water began pumping up from the floor. Ruby was tempted to look at the other drains. Instead, she focused all her attention on Vanessa on the other side of the glass.

She deliberately groped and fondled herself. Her mind told her there was a good chance she was going to drown. She had every reason to believe that’s what Vanessa truly wanted out of her presence here in the aquarium.

Well, fuck that bitch! She was going to show her she wasn’t the least bit afraid. She was determined to thoroughly enjoy herself in here!

The water level rose at a good pace. Ruby felt somewhat relieved. If it rapidly filled the aquarium, it would drain just as quickly; right?

She wriggled and danced as the water level rose higher. It climbed her legs until it rose above her knees. That’s when she felt a sudden surge of anxiety in her throat which she tried to swallow back down.

There was a look of sadism in Vanessa’s expression. The bitch was clearly looking forward to watching her drown. Ruby was determined not to show any fear. Eventually she wanted to put that woman in her place one day once the opportunity presented itself.

Water reached her crotch. She gasped despite her attempts to control her emotions. It was becoming harder to keep the fear at bay.

She threw herself into masturbating for the bitch on the other side of the glass. She pinched her nipple as she rubbed and fingered herself. It felt good, and she gasped for breath as her body tingled with pleasure.

The water continued to rise. Ruby took a really deep breath. Then she crouched, deliberately submerging herself.

Vanessa appeared to be surprised at this action. Ruby smiled inwardly as she groped and fondled herself. ‘You see? I’m not afraid of drowning, you bitch!’ Then she rose up for a breath.

Ruby told herself to work her body toward an orgasm. She figured Vanessa would get off watching her cum, either above or below the surface. Why not enjoy a little pleasure while she was in here?

She submerged again before starting to finger herself. She writhed and wriggled as she thrust two digits in and out of her well-lubricated slit. Yes, she was definitely feeling it now.

She was aware how fast the aquarium was filling. She didn’t want to push things prematurely. So she stood back up and gasped for breath.

It was good she’d come up for air. The water had now reached her breasts. It wouldn’t be much longer.

Ruby gave Vanessa a lustful gaze as though she was enjoying herself. Then she filled her lungs before submerging again, working herself into a crouch. She furiously fingered herself while aggressively groping her breasts.

The water continued to rise. She could see it climb the glass right in front of her. Soon she would not be able to get any more breaths. That’s when she would truly have to prove her ability to reach the breath-hold time she’d given to that bitch.

Ruby was close to cumming when she decided to stop and get another breath. She shot upward, only to realize she was standing in water up to her neck. She could feel her feet about to leave the floor of the aquarium.

One more practice session? Then she would have to get her very last breath. Ruby swallowed down her growing anxiety as she filled her lungs before submerging yet again.

She held her breath as she furiously masturbated. She wanted to cum right now. She had no idea whether or not she’d be able to work another one out of her body once she was submerged for the duration.

She bubbled as the panic began to well up inside her. In her mind she heard Vanessa’s words again… “Are you prepared to drown?” It filled her with a growing panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

Ruby anxiously shot up to the surface without cumming. Her head burst up out of the water. She was jerked up short against her shackles. Vanessa smiled sadistically.

This was it. Last breath! The water would be too high if she tried to come back up again.

Ruby swallowed down the fear that wanted to consume her. She gasped anxiously, her nipples hard as her body tingled with fear and arousal. This would be her last breath until they drained the aquarium.

Ruby was looking right at Vanessa when she filled her lungs. She forced herself to remain calm despite the fear surging through her. She fully believed Vanessa wanted to see terror in her expression.

She deliberately submerged before the water level could rise above her head. It was her way of proving to the bitch she was not afraid. She just hoped her performance would be satisfactory. She never wanted to find herself back in here again.

She bent her legs and crouched as she furiously worked her slit. Ruby eagerly fingered her swollen nub. Now she wanted to go for that orgasm before she drowned.

At this point she didn’t even consider trying to reach the surface. She was sure the water level had already risen well above her. She tried not to panic at the thought she was now forced to hold her breath for as long as she could.

This was it: the moment of truth. She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Could she hold her breath long enough to please that bitch on the other side of the glass?

Ruby saw Vanessa eagerly looking in on her, along with the others. The bitch looked like she was touching herself. Was she actually going to get off watching her drown?

There was no sign of Carl anywhere. Was he standing in the shadows in there with the others? Was he staying out of sight, content to allow Vanessa to enjoy her sadistic moment watching their new executive secretary suffer and drown?

Ruby became aware of the growing strain in her chest. It felt like it was too soon. She tried to focus on her orgasm, attempting to extend her time underwater while holding her breath.

She did not even try looking upward to see how full the tank had become. That would only cause her to panic. The only thing she needed to focus on now was her pleasure while holding her breath for as long as she could.

Her lungs began to ache. Ruby rubbed herself more aggressively. She could feel the fear and panic start to rise up within her. She could also feel a distinct surge of tingles, indicating her orgasm was not far off.

She grunted as she brought her thighs together. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose. Ruby bent forward as she continued to finger herself.

Yes, she could feel it drawing closer. She couldn’t worry about the tank starting to drain. She had to concentrate on her pleasure while holding her breath for as long as possible…

“Are you prepared to drown… are you prepared to drown… are you prepared to drown?” Vanessa’s words echoed in her mind. They were scaring her now, causing her to redouble her efforts.

Her lungs ached as her chest heaved. She could feel it in her stomach. Gawd; she needed another breath!

A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm her. Ruby concentrated on triggering her orgasm. She had to get herself off at least once to satisfy that bitch on the other side of the glass…

She was going to drown… she was going to drown… gawd; SHE WAS GOING TO DROWN! The thought terrified her. That’s when it surged within her until it crested.

Ruby stiffened as she stretched upward. The chain halted her ascent, well short of the water level above her. Then she shuddered in orgasm, humping the water with her fists clenched as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Ruby looked upward, only to discover the water level still appeared to be rising. Had she already been under for three minutes?? That meant it would take at least another three before it came back down!

She felt a surge of panic flush through her. There was no way she could hold her breath that long. That’s when Ruby realized she was going to drown. It had been Vanessa’s plan all along.

It terrified her as she humped the water in front of her, her lungs screaming at her. For a moment her senses dimmed as a second orgasm overwhelmed her. It was far more intense – and much more frightening – than she could have possibly anticipated.

Ruby felt something wrap around her chest as though a large hand had grasped onto her and was squeezing tightly. She began hitching as she struggled to hold her breath a few seconds longer. When were they going to drain the tank??

Her chest heaved ominously, her breasts shaking. Her stomach rippled as she tried to swallow down the air in her mouth. She gulped as she tried to swallow it down again. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Her lungs were on fire.

Where the hell was Carl? Was Vanessa really going to let her drown? Were they all going to watch her drown??

No – no – no – no –NO! Instinctively Ruby shot upward, desperately trying to reach the surface far above. The chain pulled her up short, her shackles hungrily clinging to her ankles.

She lost a huge mouthful of air. Then her lungs gave out. Ruby sucked down a massive mouthful of water.

She reacted instantly as her body stiffened. She coughed before trying to breathe again. Her head tipped back, her eyes staring upward in horror as she sucked down another lungful of water.

Ruby went into painful seizures as she began hitching and spasming. She coughed up bubbles as she kept gulping water down her throat. Her mind screamed for Carl to save her as her lungs heaved over and over again.

She looked through the glass and could see how excited Vanessa had become. Her mind screamed for the bitch to get her out of here. She tried to reach outward toward her in desperation. But her arms no longer responded coherently to her commands.

Ruby kept gulping and gulping until she slowly started to descend. Her windpipe had opened up; her lungs were flooding. She was no longer buoyant.

She looked up at the surface as she began to settle toward the floor of the aquarium. The water level did not seem to be coming back down. She tried to blink in surprise, but her eyelids would not function.

The spasms were less frequent as she continued to settle. She could not believe how much it hurt. She tried to inhale, but her lungs wouldn’t even do that anymore.

Ruby felt like she was spiraling away into darkness. The light shining down on her was growing dim. Where was Vanessa? Where the hell was her beloved Carl??

Ruby settled upon her back on the floor of the aquarium. She looked upward with what little vision remained. The water level was not coming down.

Where was Carl? Was he going to revive her? Ruby was terrified as her vision spiraled away into a tight pinprick. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

It was a full ten minutes before the water began to drain out of the aquarium. Vanessa took a long drink out of her goblet. “Damn; she was good!” she murmured to no one in particular.

Silence filled the observation room. It took several minutes before the tank drained completely. Little puddles of water cling to sections of the floor.

The bulkhead door hissed open. Carl stepped inside. He paused to look down at Ruby. She lay there unmoving, her lips parted and her eyes unseeing.

He calmly stepped forward and bent down. He freed Ruby from her shackles. Then he just stood there admiring her naked form.

“You did well, darling,” he murmured with a smile. I believe Vanessa was quite taken with your performance. You should be proud.”

The gurney was wheeled down the hall to the bulkhead door. Jack went inside and helped Carl gather Ruby up. Then they carried her out of the aquarium.

They laid her out onto a blue sheet. The bulkhead door was closed until such time as another girl could be found. Then Ruby was wheeled back to the observation room.

They stopped her right in front of the aquarium. Everyone gathered around to have a look. If Ruby would have been alive, she would have blushed at such scrutiny.

Vanessa bent over her head, examining the facial features. “I’ve got to admire your choice of women, Carleton. This one exceeded my expectations.”

She certainly put on one hell of a drowning performance,” Jack agreed.

Carl looked at him and replied, “I always pick the best, don’t I?”

“How the hell did you get her to agree to fly here and participate in our little scheme?”

“Oh, the usual, Jack” Carl replied. “It was a combination of love and money. I kept asking if she was sure about all this, if she really wanted to participate. I gave her every chance to back out. But the more I tried to warn her, the more determined she became.”

Vanessa looked at him and smiled. “Of the three woman you’ve chosen thus far, I’d say this one was the best.”

“You really think so?” Compliments from Vanessa were rare indeed.

She went over and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him passionately.

When they came up for air she took his arm. “Come along, Carleton. Allow me to fully express my appreciation.”

Carl and Vanessa left together, intent on finding more intimate ways of relieving themselves from the incredible performance they’d just witnessed. Jack and Don took one last look at the girl on the gurney. Then they departed as well.

Ruby was left alone under the spotlight. She had served her purpose well.

2021 (written for Arch Stanton and inspired by his story idea and renders Jan 8 ’21 by riwa)

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Iron Maidens 3.6 (19)

Note: a bonus older story re-edited.

There was no greater shame than to be ravaged by one’s own brother-in-law. Zilpha was humiliated by the experience, having derived disgraceful pleasure from his thrusts. Now she was being led away by two of the king’s men to someplace she knew not where.

Her fears increased as she was taken ever downward. Only the flickering of torches along the wall granted enough illumination to see where she was being led. She suspected she was being taken to the dungeon, and it terrified her.

When she rounded the corner she gasped in alarm. There stood her half-sister Dorothy in her plain peasant’s garment, a look of great fear upon her face. Two more of the king’s men stood on either side of her. Off to one side their brother-in-law stood in his formal robes.

“Why are we here, my Lord?” she asked, her fear increasing. When he motioned with his eyes she turned to look behind her.

There along the back wall stood two ominous looking upright metal sarcophagi. “You both are accused of adultery,” her brother-in-law intoned solemnly. “It is the judgment of the council that you both should face death.”

“There was no council!” her sister Dorothy spat at him. “You took me and ravaged me!” That’s when Zilpha knew why they were both there. Her brother-in-law had penetrated both of them and was now getting rid of the evidence.

“You will pay for this in the next life,” Zilpha told him quietly.

“Perhaps,” he replied, sounding totally unconvinced. “But you wenches will pay for it now.”

He motioned toward the two upright sarcophagi. Then he instructed the king’s men, “Place each one in a separate Iron Maiden.”

Zilpha felt a horrific shudder of arousal surge through her, even as her half-sister let out a cry of despair. The men instantly pulled them both back toward the upright sarcophagi. “Strip them first!” the brother-in-law demanded. “The wenches will die as they have lived!”

“No, my Lord!” Zilpha gasped in horror. “Leave us with our dignity intact!” But it was not to be.

Their garments were ripped off their bodies. Both were left naked and trembling. Zilpha was shamed over the way her fear had caused her nipples to harden with arousal at her impending demise.

Both doors were opened. Light from the torches revealed the contents. Both chambers were empty save for the many sharp metal spikes embedded around the interior of the frames.

Dorothy let out a howl of terror as Zilpha gasped in horror. “Don’t do this, my Lord!” she tried one last time. “Our sister will find out what you have done to us!”

“She will never know,” he said with an evil smirk. “This way I will enjoy your screams.” Then he looked lustfully upon their glistening, naked bodies. “Now your harlot breasts will be punctured for your sins.”

“They are YOUR sins, my Lord!” Zilpha responded. Then she was roughly taken to the opening and pushed inside.

“Close them in!” she heard him order.

She felt the sharp spikes into her back, causing her to attempt to resist being pushed all the way in. The king’s men dutifully started to close her up inside. Next to her she could hear the anguished cries of her half-sister as they imprisoned her as well.

Her heart leaped into her chest with fright, even as her womanhood moistened shamefully. She had determined she would not beg for her life. But that all changed the moment she felt the door closing.

Zilpha felt the many spikes start to push against her quivering, naked flesh. She opened her mouth and began to scream and beg. The muffled cries of her sister added to her own.

The king’s men put their weight against the door, working to seal her inside. She felt the spikes penetrate her in several places: her legs, torso and chest. Even her breasts were punctured.

She let out another scream of agony as it went pitch black all around her. Another spike penetrated her just above her womanhood. Zilpha let out a cry, even as her body shuddered from an unexpected sexual release.

Finally she felt spikes press into her eyes. Another one thrust between her lips. Her screams as well as the screams of her half-sister were all but silenced.

There was a sound of her door being sealed by some sort of metal latch. She grunted and groaned as she tried to remain absolutely still, hoping to ease the pain of her many fleshly punctures. But her agony only made her squirm even more, embedding the many spikes firmer and deeper into her flesh.

The only sounds were the horrific echoes of her own agony. She could no longer hear the suffering of her half-sister. For that she was eternally grateful. But her mind still ran away with her as she imagined the agony her poor sister Dorothy was also experiencing.

She writhed and whimpered, begging for death. But it would not come, at least not right away. She felt herself bleeding from several wounds as her life’s blood pooled around her bare feet on the floor of her upright metal sarcophagus.

She would suffer many long hours, mentally begging for death. Each breath was a torturous struggle as the spikes pressed against her, yet somehow spared her lungs. Her vital organs remained unimpaired, allowing her to hear her own heart beating fast.

She suffered through another shameful sexual release… and then another. Eventually she became too weak to moan and too weak to struggle. She finally gave in to the inevitable, allowing the spikes to do their cruel work unhindered. Her last thought was of her half-sister, knowing she would soon see her in the afterlife as she finally succumbed to the inevitability of her cruel death.

The brother-in-law returned 24 hours later. He had the Iron Maidens opened so he could enjoy the results of their brutal work. He enjoyed the view of his pierced, naked sisters-in-law. Then he had both bodies taken away for burial in a pauper’s grave, to be left unmarked and thus unremembered.

2012; 2021 (written for Dorothy and Zilpha Jan 25 ’12; ed. Nov 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Joia 12-13 3.5 (14)

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There was palpable tension in the compound for the rest of that day. Their matrons seemed uncomfortable even being around any of them. It did nothing to alleviate their growing fears.

Even the guards the girls casually encountered seemed unusually quiet. Something was afoot. They all sensed it.

Mistress made an appearance shortly before the evening meal. Joia immediately sensed an undertone of menace to her demeanor. She was not the only one.

Every girl in the room felt jittery at her presence. For some reason Clemencia seemed even more dangerous than ever.

Joia wondered if this might be the calm before the storm. Despite her anxiety, she forced herself to step forward in a conscious act of intervention. She had a terrible feeling it would do no good. But if all else failed, she was determined to sacrifice herself in an effort to spare the rest.

“Mistress, has Master returned?” Joia acted fully submissive while trying to calm the wild beating of her heart.

“It would do you no good in any event if he had,” Clemencia scowled. “I believe there is treachery in this room.”

Joia instantly knew Mistress had brought nothing but accusation with her. She heard the girls behind her gasp in alarm. “Of what do you speak?” Joia asked innocently.

This time she allowed a hint of challenge in her tone despite the panic that wanted to totally envelop her. “There is no treachery here, Mistress. There is only a room full of humble servants wishing to please Master upon his return.”

“Oh there is treachery all right. It is good my spies are everywhere. The plot will be uncovered by morning. Then the guilty will be swiftly punished.”

“I know of no plot,” Joia replied calmly, feeling her breath catch in her throat as her fear intensified. “I am willing to speak to Master when he returns in order to clear up any misunderstanding.”

“LIES!” Mistress bellowed. “There is no misunderstanding. I will see to it the originator of this plot loses her head.”

She glared coldly at Joia, her expression indicating who the guilty culprit was. Then she scanned the rest of the frightened faces. “Any who wish to live would do well to turn the guilty one over to me by morning. If not, you will all suffer the same fate I have planned for her.”

Joia swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew in an instant the words were meant for her. It was obvious Clemencia considered her to be the guilty one.

She felt the eyes of her companions upon her backside. Joia fidgeted nervously despite her attempt at portraying calmness.

She could feel the stirrings within her once more. It was difficult to halt their advance. She now suspected she would soon find herself lying flat on her back looking up at the blade.

The thought terrified her. It also filled her with a disturbing excitement she still could not fathom. Why did the image of the blade affect her thus?

At that moment she could only think about being strong for her companions. She was not about to risk any of the others. Mistress had obviously concocted this fabricated plot in the hopes of disposing her, one whom Master favored.

There was no other choice. She was about to step forward and confess to the falsehood. That’s when Marsona suddenly appeared next to her.

She grabbed her arm, restraining her as though she sensed her friend’s impending action. Then she looked Clemencia right in the eye. “You are misinformed, Mistress. There is no plot. I’m sure I would have heard of it if there was.”

Clemencia glowered at her as Joia looked at her friend with dismay. It filled her heart with gladness to see Marsona trying to intercede on her behalf. But she was not about to risk losing her.

Joia tried to pull away from her. She was willing to accept responsibility – and thus Mistress’ wrath – squarely upon her own shoulders. But Marsona held on fast and would not let go.

“Joia and I will look into this, Mistress,” she continued calmly. “We see all and know all. I can assure you there is no plot. But should we discover one, we will most definitely present the conspirator to Master.”

Clemencia became angry. “You should not have interfered, Marsona. Since Master is not here, it is MY duty to punish the guilty one! Perhaps a night with no meal and an empty belly will change your attitude by morning.”

She glared at them all. “No one will eat tonight!” Then she angrily stormed out of the room.

After her departure, the girls immediately began chittering fearfully. Their voices merged as they voiced a common fear… “What shall we do?” “What if she intends to make us all face the blade?” “How can we appease her?”

Joia raised a hand, trying to show a calm exterior as her insides churned with worry. “Silence.” The voices were stilled as everyone awaited her words.

Joia bowed her head low as she fought against the tears that wanted to flow. “It is I she is angry with. I will admit to the deed. I must. This way it will not fall upon any of you.”

Marsona quickly spoke out against this. “Joia, you will do no such thing! Confessing to a fabricated plot will not save any of us. Did you not see it in her eyes? She intends to slaughter us all!”

“Are you sure?” voiced a worried girl. “Can’t some of us be spared?”

Marsona was adamant. “Don’t you understand? She cannot allow any of us to live lest her part in this fabrication get back to Master. She has already decided in her heart. There is nothing left but to maintain our honor before Master.”

One of them cried out, “What good is honor if we are dead?” There were a few murmurs of agreement as some heads nodded.

“Please!” Joia begged, her eyes filling with tears. “I witnessed Ysabella’s death today… and it was horrible!”

The voices died down. They all looked at Joia in shock and disbelief. Was this true??

She struggled to keep from sobbing. “I cannot bear any more. I cannot bear to watch any of you die. Before her head was taken, I promised Ysabella I would be strong for you all, and I shall. Allow me to carry this responsibility upon my shoulders alone. For your sakes!”

“Did you not HEAR?” Marsona protested vigorously. “Joia, the truck is gone! They have gone to fetch more of us! She intends to kill us all!”

“Are you sure?” one of them called out, the faint flicker of desperate hope in her voice.

“I know,” Joia said quietly, her head bowed as her eyes filled with tears.

All eyes were instantly upon her. “How do you know, Joia?” Marsona asked quietly, already suspecting the worst.

“When we were first brought to the compound I saw another truck. And I saw a woman lose her head.”

There were gasps followed by a heavy silence. Several of the girls held hands over their mouths in horror.

“I cannot get that image out of my mind,” Joia said quietly. “I fear the back of the truck I saw was filled with… more bodies. I fear…”

For a moment she did not want to utter the words. She lowered her head as tears threatened to spill over. Then she told them, “I fear Clemencia cannot allow any of us to live.”

There was a long silence. A voice asked in growing fear, “Then what shall we do? Should we leave the compound and flee into the night?”

“Mistress would be thrilled,” Joia responded sadly. “It would be the same as admitting our guilt.”

She looked up to face them all. “Let this fall upon my shoulders alone. I cannot bear the thought of losing any of you. I will sacrifice myself for you all.”

Marsona walked up to her and gently touched her shoulders. “I fear we are already condemned,” she said softly. “I do not wish to watch you die either.”

She turned to face the others. Then she earnestly told them, “If we speak anything, it must be before Master. Otherwise, Clemencia will twist our words and attempt to divide us. I believe she has already decided to take our heads.”

She took Joia’s hand in a show of solidarity. “As for me, I will wait and speak to Master. If that is denied me, I am ready to stand beside my dear sisters.”

Several had tears in their eyes. Joia felt a sob well up in her throat. She was unwilling to watch Marsona face the blade. But she knew she had spoken truth. What else could they do but hope for Master’s return, a hope that now seemed unlikely?

Marsona told her, “You have found favor with Master, Joia. Do not shame him by confessing to this falsehood. We all should allow it to remain nothing more than Clemencia’s lie.” Then she proudly held herself upright as she proclaimed, “I will not betray you.”

“I must think about this,” Joia said uncertainly. “I will go to my room.”

“Get some rest, my dear Joia,” Marsona told her tenderly. “Please… do not surrender to Clemencia. As for me, I will wait to speak until Master is before me.”

Joia nodded and then quietly left the room. But her emotions were in turmoil as to what she should do next.

Her stirrings had strengthened exponentially. It was as though she could already feel the blade hovering above her head. She shivered as she made her way to her room.

As she reclined upon her bedding, she gently touched herself as she panted heavily. It made her feel better. Besides, this might be the very last chance she would have to pleasure herself.

She allowed the perverse anticipation of lying in wait for the blade to overcome her. It finally went off inside her. The flush of warmth and pleasure gave her some solace.

As she laid there panting from the warm feelings, she considered what she would do if Clemencia did indeed choose to accuse her. Was there any hope for any of her sisters? Surely she had to grasp for it, did she not? Even if one of them were spared, it would be worth it, would it not? How could Mistress be so cruel and heartless as to do this to them all?

Joia considered the possibility Mistress might very well sentence the others to face the blade anyway, including her dear friend Marsona. Tears welled up in her eyes until she shook with quiet sobs.

She was still heartbroken over the loss of her beloved Ysabella. Now she feared for the impending deaths of her companions in the compound. The young woman fervently hoped for Master’s return by morning.

Eventually she cried herself to sleep…

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 14 ’10; ed. May 9 ‘21 by riwa)

13

Joia was awakened in the early morning hours when she was roughly dragged to her feet by a couple of guards. All of the girls slept uncovered. Thus, it was embarrassing to be stood up between them in her nakedness.

In the light of the doorway she saw Clemencia looking grimly at her. “Bring her!” Mistress ordered them. “We have found the originator of the plot against Master. This one will be punished before she loses her head.”

Joia gasped in alarm. Almost immediately she felt those familiar stirrings down below. She did not want her feelings to show, but already her nipples were starting to harden.

She felt a wetness developing down below, adding to her humiliation. Still, she tried to put up a protest. “I am innocent!” she cried out as she was roughly escorted through several unfamiliar passageways.

Clemencia was not impressed. “They always protest their innocence.”

“Then allow me to speak with Master!”

“Master has not returned,” Mistress snorted. “I will take care of this treachery myself.”

“But I am INNOCENT!” Joia gasped, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

“SILENCE, you wretched girl! Your sisters have already betrayed you!”

It was a cruel blow. Joia slumped in defeat as tears came to her eyes. At least now she would bear the dishonor alone. She fervently hoped this meant the others would not be harmed.

She ended up in a cold room with a dirt floor and wooden rafters. Attached to one of the beams was a metal pulley. A length of rope hung down from it.

Her wrists were secured to the rope. Then it was pulled up through the pulley until she was stretched upward, dangling just off the floor. Her naked body gently swayed back and forth as her feet fluttered for solid footing.

She recognized the executioner in his familiar black hood. He carried a whip in his hands. “Punish the wretch!” Clemencia ordered.

He hesitated only a moment before he obeyed. Then the lash sung out. Joia felt its application upon her exposed backside.

The pain was intense. She gritted her teeth, trying to bare it well. As far as she was concerned, this was her penance for the way her body responded so disgracefully at witnessing the girls losing their heads.

“This is for betraying Master!” Clemencia told her with a cruel smile. Then she addressed the executioner… “I want to hear screams.”

The whip sang out again and again, raining down harder blows upon her body. It was only when they began coming down upon her chest, leaving wicked red welts, that she finally opened her mouth and cried out in pain. Only now did she truly understand the agony Alviva must have suffered before she had been executed in front of them all.

“Enough,” Mistress finally declared. The blows mercifully stopped. Joia whimpered as her body swung back and forth.

Her arms remained stretched upward to the pulley above her by the coils of rope around her wrists. Several red welts upon her chest and backside alluded to the punishment she had just received. “Leave us,” Clemencia told the executioner. “Go and make preparations.” He left the room with a nod, leaving the two women alone.

Mistress walked up to Joia and grabbed her by her chin. “What say you now, little one?”

“I will… confess to… Master,” Joia panted, her eyes wet with tears.

She was still worried Clemencia might scoop up more of the girls in this falsehood. It would break her heart to be shamed in front of him. But she was willing to tell Master it was her and her alone if only he would spare the others.

“You are betrayed by your sisters, yet you will not confess?”

“Who was it that betrayed me?” Joia wasn’t sure why she asked. It seemed pointless, yet she desired to know who had pointed the accusing finger at her.

There was a curious hesitation before Clemencia responded. “What does it matter? You have been found guilty of treachery. You are about to lose your head, little one. So you may as well confess.”

“I will speak… to Master,” Joia repeated as she gasped for breath.

“Confess!”

“I will speak to Master.”

“You are a stubborn one,” Mistress scowled. “Perhaps I should use another form of persuasion.”

Clemencia looked at her carefully as though trying to determine a weakness. Joia trembled anxiously, her body throbbing with pain as she hung in place. What would be done to her next before she faced the blade?

Mistress smiled cruelly. “I believe there are more conspirators,” she said thoughtfully. “If you are involved, surely Marsona is involved as well. More than one head will roll this day, I can assure you.”

Joia looked at her in horror as her heart hammered in her chest. This was the moment of truth. Marsona might hate her for this. But in the end she simply could not bear the thought she might be responsible for her friend’s execution.

“It is I,” she said quietly, her head sagging in defeat. “There are no others.”

“It is just as I suspected,” Clemencia remarked with a smile of triumph. Then she grabbed her by the chin again.

“I shall take great pleasure in watching your head roll, little one.”

She grabbed the rope to the pulley. Then she lowered Joia back down. The poor thing felt tears in her eyes as her head hung in despair.

She hoped her friend Marsona would understand. There had simply been no other option left to her. She would rather die alone than allow any of her precious sisters to suffer a similar penalty.

Unlike Alviva who was escorted to her death as a free woman, her arms were bound behind her back in disgrace like that of a common criminal. Then Clemencia took her out of the room to the waiting guards. She was escorted shamefully throughout the compound toward her fate.

During her walk, Joia was forced to accept yet one more humiliation. As she was taken through the passageways, her thoughts turned to the blade that awaited her. She could not stop the strong stirrings of excitement and fear that began to envelop her.

She shivered uncomfortably as she imagined herself lying on the wooden slab. She could picture the sharpened blade hovering above her to sever her neck cleanly. The perverse thoughts made her nipples become quite hard.

To her great dismay she could feel herself starting to drip down below. This would be the greatest disgrace of all – to be seen in a state of excitement. There was nothing she could do but bear her shame, knowing she would soon be at rest as she slept the eternal sleep of the dead.

2010; 2021 (written for Aravanna and Hitomi Mar 14 ’10; ed. Jun 8 ‘21 by riwa)

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Water Babies Part VI and VII 2.8 (10)

Note: My humble apologies. This was finished a while ago, and I should have gotten it to you sooner. I guess I forgot it was still in my archives. So I’m including the last two chapters.

His voice trails off just as his wife makes the connection. “Damn, James! That’s Nora in there!”

“Are you sure?” I stare incredulously. I can’t believe it!

They pull her head up and she gasps for breath. I hear Wilma tell her, “How about it, slut? You want more cock?”

I hear the word “Yes” before the woman gasps for breath and is pushed back under. Bubbles come up as it looks like she goes right back to sucking cock underwater.

What the hell?

“Gawd!” Sandra gasps breathlessly. “That’s Nora, honey; I’m sure of it! Think we can go inside and watch?”

“I don’t see why not,” Melvin replies enthusiastically

I’m so stunned I don’t know what to say. They quietly open the door and the three of us slip inside. Wilma sees me in an instant.

Immediately she brings a finger to her lips as though indicating we should all be quiet. I smile as I nod obediently. I want to stay out of the way of whatever is going on in here, especially when I see Donna grin at me as she hefts a toy in her hand.

Part VI

I feel the cock in my pussy begin to spurt. The idea I’ve caused someone to come inside me because of my helpless situation fills me with incredible arousal. Then the other dick goes off between my lips.

My lungs heave as bubbles come out of my mouth. Then I’m lifted to the surface where I gasp for breath. That’s when I hear Wilma tell me, “Show us what’s in your mouth, Nora.”

I obediently open my mouth to show the recent discharge. Then I swallow it down. I hear enthusiasm all around me. If only the damned hood wasn’t covering my eyes.

“That was so hot!” Sandra declares. “If it wasn’t getting so late, I’d have a turn for myself.” There is good-natured laughter.

“Not bad for giving up control,” Wilma admits. “Ford, let’s see what she’s won.”

The hood is slowly pulled up off my head. To my shock I look up to see James standing naked in the water directly in front of me. His cock has softened a little.

How long has he been in here watching me? How long has he been participating and I didn’t know it? I wonder if he fucked me before moving around in front of me.

He’s the one who’s been fucking my face for the last few minutes? I suppose I should know his dick when I feel it. But it’s hard to tell which cock belongs to who as I’m taking it into my mouth while holding my breath underwater.

There’s a look of pleasure in James’ expression. I can tell he liked fucking my face. But he was a little aggressive with me.

I give him a bit of an angry look as I tell him, “You didn’t have to be so rough, did you? Why do you always have to spoil everything? And it was going so well!”

The expression in his face sags. I can tell I’ve hurt him deeply. I feel a perverse sense of pride and control over damaging him so easily.

After all, it was his fault, right? He was rough on me! I think he enjoyed it just a little too much.

For a moment no one says a word. The room goes deadly silent. Wilma looks incredulous.

A part of me feels just a little bit guilty for having said what I said. But I was justified; right? Besides, he grabbed the back of my head and really fucked my face hard!

James turns and silently climbs out of the water. He grabs a towel and his swim trunks. Then he quietly motions for Ford to follow him out the door.

I look around to see looks of shock and dismay all around me. Now I’m starting to regret my words. But it’s too late to take them back. I can only try to justify them by blurting out, “He was a little rough on me! You all saw it; right? You must have!”

The awkwardness in the pool room is palpable. Couples start muttering about the time and how late it is. Nobody comments on how erotic it was anymore. It’s like a cloudburst showing up and suddenly drenching an outdoor picnic, driving everybody to their vehicles.

Sandra clearly fakes a yawn, saying it’s getting late. Everyone quietly gathers up their suits and towels and head out. There are comments about the lateness of the hour and how tired some of them are.

In less than a minute I’m left alone with Wilma in the water. She works at getting the cuffs off my wrists. The ones on my ankles are long gone, allowing me all that fucking from behind I recently received.

I think James was one of those who entered me while I was submerged before coming around in front of me. But for some reason I don’t feel happy about it.

Wilma shakes her head. Then she sighs, “You sure know how to empty a room.”

“But he was rough on me!”

“I saw you getting it a lot rougher. Actually, I thought James was kind of pulling his punches.”

I pause to think about it for a moment. I can recall a couple of cocks being more aggressive, with one or two not so much. Did one of the lesser ones belong to James?

I desperately try another tactic. “Wilma, it was a joke!”

“It sure was. I can tell you had James in stitches. We all had a really good belly laugh over it.”

“But I didn’t mean it!” But I know that’s a lie the moment it leaves my lips.

“Oh, didn’t you?” Wilma doesn’t buy it for a second.

I feel panic start to well up within me. I also feel those familiar stirrings of justification. James was a little rough on me. But I think she’s right. I don’t think he was nearly as aggressive as a couple of the others.

In hindsight, I think he was actually trying to enjoy himself while holding back a little. But I just can’t admit that. For some reason I simply refuse to admit I’m wrong.

Ford returns with a towel wrapped around his waist. He motions Wilma over and says something into her ear. She looks at him for a long moment. Then she nods with understanding as Ford heads back out the door.

I nosily ask, “What was that all about?”

Wilma ignores my question by offering one of her own. “You mind telling me what your little comment to James was all about?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it! I was just trying to be funny! He was a little rough on me, remember?”

“So you didn’t want him to be rough on you?”

“No… I mean yes! I mean… he didn’t have to be so rough!”

“I thought you were in here practicing giving up control… and giving it up for him, no less! I thought you were in here for the orgasms and for learning how to suck cock underwater.”

“But I was!”

“Is this still about that fight you two had several months ago?”

“I don’t even remember what we were fighting about!”

“Then it must not be all that important, other than making sure you remain in the right and in full control.”

“Wilma, it’s not like that at all!”

“What is it then? You don’t like sucking your husband’s dick; is that it?”

“Yes… I mean no… I mean… I don’t know!”

“You sucked everyone else, Nora. Why not James?”

“I… it’s not like that at all!”

“Then what were you thinking when you learned it was his cock you were sucking? What was it that caused you to lash out at him like that?” I can tell she’s struggling not to be angry with me.

“Wilma, I honestly don’t know! When I first saw him I was kind of glad to see it was him! Then it just sort of bubbled to the surface!”

“So you couldn’t help yourself; is that it?”

“It’s not like that at all!” Then I realize maybe it’s exactly like that! I feel tears well up in my eyes as I remember the hurt look on James’ face.

“What’s the matter, Nora? Don’t you love him anymore? Has getting all this other cock diminished your appreciation of your husband?”

I can’t keep from sniffling. “No. It’s just… I don’t know why I said it. It just sort of blurted out.”

“Like a lot of other things you’ve blurted out over these last few months?”

“Maybe I’d better go find James and talk to him.”

Wilma puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “Not so fast.”

“Why not?”

“You want to know why Ford came back and whispered into my ear?”

“Yeah; what was that all about?”

“He told me he’s taking James home tonight. He’s driving him back this very minute. James asked him to.”

“What??”

I stand there stunned as a sick feeling settles in the pit of my gut. There’s a part of me that tries to rationalize this as being all James fault. But deep down I know that’s not true.

“Wilma, I’ve got to go talk to James!” Then I start to climb out of the water.

“He’s already gone back to your room to get dressed. Ford told me he wants to leave right away. Nora, you really did it this time. I guess you were right all along. Only this time I think you’re going to discover that living alone while being right all the time isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

I stare at her in shock. Then indignation rises up inside me. “Wilma, I didn’t mean it; you know that! It was supposed to be funny or something!”

She doesn’t say a word. She just shakes her head.

Realization fully sets in. James really wants to go home without me. That’s when the tears start to flow. Wilma sighs as she pulls me close and cradles me in her arms.

I get back to the room and change in record time. I want to get out of here just as fast as I can. I don’t want to see Nora again, and I certainly don’t want to talk to her.

I make sure to avoid any hallway that might make me cross her path. Eventually I end up out in the parking lot. Ford shows up a couple minutes later, having quickly dressed into his street clothes.

I head over to his vehicle as he pulls out his keys. “I really appreciate this, Ford. I… I just don’t want to be here one minute longer.”

“Are you sure you’re not taking this just a little too personally?”

“How would you take it?”

“I saw how much it hurt you, James. I don’t know how I would have responded. I probably would have been just as hurt. But are you sure this is the right response?”

“No, it’s probably not. It’s childish and selfish. But I’m a wounded animal, Ford. I’m trying to take myself out of the line of fire before anything else comes my way.”

“Fair enough.”

He unlocks their car and slips into the driver’s seat. I walk around to the passenger side door and open it up. Then I crawl inside.

He starts the motor as I ask, “How did Wilma take it?”

“She understands. I don’t think she wants me to go. But she understands. You know we both care about you and Nora.”

He throws the car into reverse. That’s when I put my hand on his shoulder before he can start backing up. “Shut it off, Ford.”

He looks at me for a long moment. Then he throws it back into park and turns the key. The engine dies as he asks, “Something wrong, James?”

“This isn’t right, Ford. You’re tired and it’s late. It’s not fair of me to make you drive me all the way home and then come right back.”

“Glad to do it, James.”

“I know you are. But I can’t let you, now that I think about it. This is my problem, not yours. I’d hate myself if something happened to you on the road on the way back. I don’t want an animal darting out onto the road or you falling asleep at the wheel.”

I open the passenger side door and climb out. Ford climbs out with me. “Are you sure, James?”

“I’ve got my own set of keys. I’ll just drive myself home. Would you and Wilma be so kind as to drive Nora home for me after breakfast?”

“Be glad to, James.”

“Thanks, Ford.”

I reach into my pants and pull out the keys as I walk over to our vehicle. I really don’t want to see or hear Nora anymore tonight. Going home with my tail tucked between my legs is certainly not very manly. But I can’t stand the humiliation. And I can’t stand the thought of having to look everyone in the eye tomorrow morning.

I open the driver’s side door. Ford comes over as I climb inside. “James, are you all right?”

“Not really. But things will work out eventually.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“You need to go back inside to be with your wife. I need to get away from mine.” Then I close the door.

I roll down the window after I put the key in the ignition. “Tell everyone I had a great time. Please express my apologies. This wasn’t what I wanted at all. I didn’t intend to spoil everyone’s evening. Maybe I should have anticipated something like this from the very beginning. Next time I’ll know better.”

“You didn’t spoil anything, James. I don’t think Nora really meant what she said; do you?”

“You heard the words come out of her mouth. What would you have thought if they would have been directed at you after all the stuff that happened in there? What would you think if you’d taken part and enjoyed watching your wife in the water being used and abused, cumming and bubbling, only for her to single you out like that in the end?”

He paused, giving it some thought. “You’re right. I probably would not have liked that in the slightest.”

“I enjoyed most of the evening. Tell ‘em that. Then bring Nora home after you’ve enjoyed a nice breakfast and said your goodbyes.”

“Somehow I don’t think Nora’s going to be in a very pleasant mood come morning, James.”

“I reckon you’re right, Ford.” Then I throw the car into reverse. I back out of the parking lot before driving off toward the highway, doing my best not to spin the tires.

Wilma comes back with me to our room. But I’m too late. James is long gone. It looks like he took his stuff with him.

I turn and start to sob into Wilma’s shoulder again. I can’t believe what I’ve done. What the hell was I thinking??

It was a stupid thing to say. James wasn’t that rough on me. I actually enjoyed it a little! So why the hell did I treat him that way?

Wilma helps me over until we’re both sitting on the bed together. I sniffle as I tell her, “I really messed things up this time; didn’t I.”

“It certainly looks that way.”

“Why did I tell him that?”

“I’ve been wondering that myself, Nora. Maybe you two just aren’t healthy for each other anymore. The words seem to flow out of you like a poisoned fountain.”

“But I didn’t mean it!”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I don’t know!”

“Yes, you do. You meant it or you wouldn’t have said it. You didn’t express any enthusiasm in learning it was your husband who’d enjoyed your oral skills. You only found something to complain about. To be honest, I don’t think he was nearly as rough on you as the others.”

“I know he wasn’t. Why did I say that??”

“Maybe it’s become second nature by now. Maybe you’ve settled into it like wrapping yourself up in a ratty, old blanket. It’s a terrible blanket, but you’ve clung to it for so long that you just don’t want to give it up.”

I look at her with tears in my eyes. Is she right? Am I really being that spiteful? I went into that pool room with the idea of improving my sex life with James. And it was working too… that is, until I foolishly drove him away.

I sniffle as I ask, “What do I do now, Wilma?”

“I’m not a therapist, Nora. All I know is that it seems as though you want to hang onto this offense with James and remind him of it every chance you get. I don’t think he’s going to take it much longer.”

I look up at her in alarm as her words hit home. “Do you think James would consider leaving me?”

“What reasons have you given him for staying?”

The tears start to well up in my eyes again. Then we hear a gentle knock on the door. Wilma looks at it in surprise as she says, “Come in; it’s open.”

The door swings open and Ford walks in. We’re shocked as I eagerly rise up to meet James, wanting to give him a big hug. “You didn’t leave after all! James; I’m sorry! I love you and…” But he’s not out in the hallway.

Ford lowers his head as he quietly replies, “James didn’t want me to make the long drive back in the dark. He left on his own. We’ll be taking Nora back in the morning after breakfast.”

Wilma nods her understanding. More tears well up in my eyes. James has deliberately left me behind.

The implications of that action couldn’t be more clear…

2021 (written Nov 8 ’21 by riwa)

Part VII

I don’t get much more than ten miles or so down the road before I pull over. I curse inwardly. Then I turn around and head back.

It’s not fair to dump my problem onto Ford and Wilma. I’m sure the others will be uncomfortable in the morning if they realize I’ve gone home and left Nora behind. That just doesn’t feel right to me.

I drive back, telling myself it’s probably for the best. It’s late in the evening, and I’m not in the best of moods. Maybe I shouldn’t be on the road. Besides, the bambi’s might be out and about. I don’t need to have an unfortunate deer end up sticking out of my grill in the middle of the night.

For a moment, I question what I’m doing. I really don’t want to go back and face anyone. And I certainly don’t want to face Nora.

I’m just tired of the whole thing. But it’s not right to dump my problems into the laps of others, especially since they’ve been so nice to me. The least I can do is take Nora home myself. Maybe we can skip breakfast and say our quick goodbyes.

I pull into the drive and find the same spot I’d parked in earlier. I sigh as I shut off the engine. Then I sit there for the longest time.

A heavy sadness settles over me. This isn’t good for either of us. Maybe I’ve been putting off what I should have done long ago.

Maybe it’s time we finally separated…

Ford is tired and wants to go to bed. Wilma looks at me and then at him. She sighs as she tells him, “Honey? If it’s ok with you, I think I’d better spend some time with Nora until she’s feeling better.”

Ford looks at me for a moment before nodding at his wife. His expression is one of kindness and sympathy. But there’s also a faint flicker of something else in his eyes.

“Take all the time you need, honey.” Then he looks at me again. His goodnight to me is polite. But I can hear the disappointment in his tone. Then he’s gone.

I feel guilty and ashamed. But I just can’t handle it. So I lash out again as I declare, “Wilma, he was rough on me in the pool! You all saw it!”

“I thought you said he wasn’t rough on you.”

“He was! You saw it!”

She sighs heavily. “Whatever you say, Nora.”

I look at her and see the same look in her eyes. She’s just as disappointed with me as Ford was. I don’t think she can help herself.

I lower my head, my emotions in turmoil. “You’re right – you’re right. He wasn’t that hard on me. Wilma, I don’t know what to do!”

“Ford and I will take you home in the morning. You and James can figure it out then.”

“But what if he doesn’t want to figure it out. What if… what if he wants to leave me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No!”

“Then why did you bark at him like that?”

“I don’t know – I don’t know!” The tears fill my eyes again.

“Why don’t I tuck you into bed?”

“I can’t sleep; I’m too upset. Maybe I’ll go for a swim. Hell, maybe I’ll just go out and drown myself. I suppose that would solve everything, wouldn’t it?”

“You don’t want to do that, do you? Imagine how upset everyone would be. Imagine how upset James would be.”

“Wilma, he wouldn’t care!”

“He wouldn’t? Why do you think he came with you today? Why do you think he took part? Yet, you deliberately avoided him all night long! How do you think that makes him feel?”

My world feels like it’s crashing down all around me. And it’s all my fault. If only I hadn’t uttered those miserable words to him. How stupid was that?

Suddenly I don’t want to be in the room. It reminds me of the one who’s missing.

I stand up and look at Wilma. “I think I’m going to go outside for a while. Maybe I’ll get back in the pool.”

She eyes me warily. “You’re not going to do anything foolish, are you?” I don’t give her an answer.

I like the way she’s worried about me. But I know that’s selfish. Right now it’s all about me. I like the attention, even though it’s not entirely positive.

I head out of our room, the towel still wrapped around me. Wilma follows, also wearing her towel. She follows me as I find the stairwell and head up.

We get outside where I notice we’re having a warm evening. But I don’t really care. That’s when I drop my towel, walk to the deep end and step off the edge of the pool.

I hit the water with a splash, allowing myself to sink toward the bottom. The observation window is right there in plain sight. A part of me wishes James was standing there looking in on me. But another part is angry he abandoned me. My emotions are all churned up.

There’s another splash. I see Wilma has joined me. I suspect she wants to keep track of me so I don’t do anything stupid.

I finally climb out of the car. I’m tempted to stay inside and sleep it off ‘til morning. But that would force the others to deal with Nora until I made an appearance.

I don’t head to the room right away. Instead, I wander around outside. Then I make my way toward that pool where I played with those wives earlier.

I find myself thinking about the women I was sexual with. Sandra was a lot of fun. And Laura sure threw herself into pleasing me. Making them cum underwater was a hell of a lot of fun.

My cock stirs as I remember the activity that took place earlier. I look all around, but no one is in sight. Maybe they won’t mind if I take a late-night dip on my own.

I shed my clothes and drop them in a pile. Then I quietly wade down into the pool. I swim across the surface, enjoying how the water caresses me.

I fill my lungs and go under, pulling with my arms. I think about all the fun I had with the ladies out here. My cock stiffens as I release bubbles.

My mind drifts back to Nora. It instantly causes my cock to soften. Maybe it’s best not to think about her right now.

I pull hard with my arms, releasing bubbles out of my nose. It feels good to be in the water. I’m aroused, and it would certainly be nice to have a playmate. But all the wives are probably in bed with their husbands. It’s selfish wanting one of them out here with me for some company.

I swim back and forth along the bottom of the pool. Occasionally I allow a hand to caress my growing erection. The memories return of the fun I had with Sandra and Laura.

I surface for a breath. Then I submerge again. I swim to the bottom where I roll over onto my back.

My sinuses burn, but only for a short time. I start stroking myself as I recall the erotic memories of the last few hours. Naturally, there’s one memory I’m trying hard not to dwell on.

I’m not much of a swimmer. I just drift there until I pull myself back up. Wilma swims around me, releasing a couple bubbles out of her nose before she surfaces.

I find myself thinking about James again. I work myself over to the ladder. Then I take a deep breath before submerging.

I pull myself all the way down hand over hand. I stay near the bottom, holding my breath. There’s just enough light to see all around me. And there’s enough illumination to look inside at an empty observation room.

Wilma comes down to join me. But I don’t know what to do. She’s certainly attractive without any clothes on. But my mind is still on the disaster that took place a short time ago.

She sees my expression and reaches out to me as she holds onto the ladder with her right hand. She squeezes my shoulder as though indicating it’s going to be all right. I bubble as I look at her.

A part of me wonders what it would be like to open my lungs and inhale. But I really don’t want to do that. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.

I pull myself up to the surface where I gasp for breath. Wilma surfaces beside me. She looks like she wants to speak, but I can tell she doesn’t know what to say.

I fill my lungs and submerge again. I go all the way down to the bottom of the ladder, clinging to it with my left hand. Maybe I just want to torture myself.

Wilma comes down to join me. I don’t turn her away. I just close my eyes as I hold my breath while trying to blot everything out.

She reaches out and touches my breasts. I feel an erotic shiver ripple through me. I don’t feel like I deserve her caresses, although I allow her to keep right on touching me.

I stay down for as long as I can. It’s almost as though I want to torture my lungs. Then I open my eyes to see Wilma looking at me as she lovingly caresses me.

My chest heaves as I deliberately push myself. Maybe I can make my lungs explode in my chest. I hitch until I lose a burst of air before I shoot up for the surface.

Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping at the surface. She gives me a curious look. I tell her, “Maybe I just want to torture myself for a while.” Then I fill my lungs and head back down.

She comes down with me until the two of us are holding our breath at the bottom of the ladder in the deep end. A glance into the observation room reveals it’s still empty. What do I expect?! James is long gone by now.

Once again, I think about opening up my lungs. But I just can’t make myself do it. What I can do is stay down until my body hurts.

It isn’t long before my chest starts to heave. Normally I’d shoot right up before it got this bad. Instead, I deliberately push myself, my body shaking from the agony of breathlessness.

I lose a massive burst of air. Then I shoot back up to the surface. Wilma follows me up until we’re both gasping out loud.

She smiles kindly. “Trying to tire yourself out, Nora? Or are you trying to stay down until you can make yourself inhale?”

“Just torturing myself, both literally and figuratively.”

“I think I can help with that.”

She gives me a sadistic look, one which gives me an erotic shiver. I’m not sure I’m going to like what she has to offer. But maybe I deserve it.

I fill my lungs and descend to the bottom of the ladder. Wilma follows me down. This time she grabs my head and mashes my face into her crotch, locking my head in place with her thighs.

I bubble in surprise before my tongue dutifully lashes out. It’s too bad, really. If only I could treat James just as good, if not better, than I treat my best friend…

The swim does me good. I even jerk a cum out of my dick. The release helps tire me out.

I surface and swim to the shallow end. I climb the steps and track down a towel to dry myself off. Then I slip back into my clothes.

I keep putting it off. But I can’t avoid it forever. I have to go back to our room now. At least Ford and Wilma won’t have to drive Nora home in the morning.

I quietly enter the building before heading downstairs toward our room. I pass through the observation room. Something makes me look through the glass into the water.

Two naked women are in the pool at the bottom of the ladder. One is making the other eat her out. Bubbles come out of her crotch.

I look closely and realize Wilma’s the one being licked out. Is she in there with Nora? It sure looks like her!

I stand there for a moment, observing the action taking place in the pool. Wilma suddenly looks at me as though realizing there’s someone in the observation room. The shock of seeing me standing in here is clearly evident in her features.

I smile tiredly as I give her a wave. She smiles back. Then she humps Nora’s face even harder, forcing up more bubbles out of my struggling wife.

She gestures for me to come join them. I wave her off as I fake a yawn. I don’t mind leaving them to it. Surprisingly, I’m really not that interested.

She gestures a little more forcefully. I pause indecisively. Then I motion… “Ok, I’ll be right up.” She responds by humping Nora’s face even harder.

Wilma really takes it out on me. She forces me to stay down for the longest time. I do my best to lick her out, only to have her hump my face hard.

I lose a big burst of bubbles. Maybe she’s going to drown me. A part of me thinks that might not be such a bad idea. Then my body responds, and I start to panic.

She hauls me to the surface where the two of us gasp for breath. “Had enough, Nora? Want to go to bed now? Are you getting tired yet?”

I think about our room and the fact James won’t be in there waiting for me. I don’t want to go back just yet. So I shake my head.

“Suit yourself. Fill your lungs, bitch!”

I’m a little taken aback at her tone. But I dutifully inhale. A moment later she forces me underwater.

We go right back down to the bottom of the ladder. Then she mashes my face into her crotch. This is my punishment for driving James away. I think she’s a little angry with me. I probably deserve it.

She grinds her crotch against my face. I taste her flowing juices. She seems turned on, even at this late hour.

Well, I am keeping her up late. She’d probably like to join her husband in bed.

A surge of selfishness flows through me. I lick her harder, trying to please her. At least she hasn’t left me like James did.

She keeps me down for the longest time, brutally humping my face while making me hold my breath. My lungs really hurt this time! I cry out a flush of bubbles, causing her to haul my ass back to the surface.

We pop up gasping for breath. I’m stunned to discover we’re not alone. James is standing nearby, curiously looking down on us.

“You came back!” I gasp with delirious happiness.

“You wanted to see me?”

“I’m happy to see you, James!” But his question was addressed to Wilma.

“I was sort of thinking you might join us in the pool, James.”

He smiles kindly as he tells her, “Thanks, but no thanks, Wilma. I think I’m going to go down and find a spot to crash. Maybe I’ll go to our room… or maybe I’ll just find a recliner somewhere.”

“James, you’re not going to stay?? Honey, why don’t you get in the water and join us!”

He waves dismissively at me. “You two are doing just fine without my help.”

Just like that, I’m crushed. I’m also desperate. “James, you can fuck Wilma underwater if you want!” Hell, I didn’t even ask her permission for that!

“No thanks, ladies; I’m good. I think I’ll be going downstairs now.”

I’m about to leave when Wilma calls out, “Just a minute, James. Could I ask a small favor?”

I smile at Wilma. “It depends.”

“You’re not interested in getting wet with us?”

“Not really.”

I don’t think she was expecting that for an answer. But Wilma is a pretty sharp cookie. I think she understands.

“Then can I ask you for a ‘dry’ favor?”

“A ‘dry’ favor? What’s that?”

“Could you stick around a few minutes, just to spot for us? It’s getting late, but we’re almost done. I think we’ll be ok, but you never know. Could you at least keep an eye on us until we’re done in here… for safety’s sake?”

It’s a polite request. I think I understand her ulterior motive. She probably wants to see if I’ll become turned on enough to join them.

I want to tell her that’s not going to happen. Seeing Nora in the water has killed any enthusiasm I might have had. However, I see no harm in sticking around a few minutes longer… for “safety’s sake” as she put it.

In response, I walk over and take up a seat in a patio lounger. Nora looks disappointed I’m not joining them in the water. Wilma nods appreciatively of my decision to stick around, at least for the time being.

She turns to my wife and says, “What was that you were saying to me about torture?” Then she pushes her under in a flurry of bubbles.

They drop partway down the ladder, allowing me to keep them in view. Wilma forces Nora’s head back into her crotch. She’s surprisingly rough on her.

Bubbles come up as I watch them. But I’m not the least bit interested in the eroticism of it all. Strangely, it does nothing for me. Even seeing her best friend making her lick her out underwater with all those bubbles coming up has no effect on me.

I watch to make sure no one inhales or gets into trouble. But I feel a sad tiredness begin to envelop me. I lean back in the lounger and rest, trying to keep watch as my eyelids start to get heavy.

Wilma makes me eat her out until my lungs feel like they’re going to burst. The next time we surface, she tells me to go back down and hold my breath while she climbs out. When she returns, she has a dildo strapped to her waist.

She gets back into the water with me. I look over at James. He looks bored. Are his eyes even open?

Wilma forces me under and fucks me several times until it feels like she’s trying to fuck the air out of my lungs. At one point, we surface to look over at James. His eyes are definitely closed. It looks like he’s taking a nap.

Wilma realizes he’s asleep in the patio lounger. So she tells me, “One last time; ok?”

“But he’s not watching anymore!”

“Maybe so. But you deserve a good, hard fucking, Nora!” Then down I go.

She submerges and really gives it to me good. A part of me wishes it was James fucking me instead. But there’s also a part of me that’s strangely glad it’s not James. My emotions are so jumbled up.

I’m exhausted when we finally climb out of the water. I look over to check on James. He’s fast asleep in the lounger.

I start to call out to him. Wilma stops me by telling me, “Let him sleep, Nora.”

“But Wilma, I want him to come down to the room!”

“Leave him be, Nora. Don’t force it.”

We quietly dry ourselves off. Then we start to head back down to our room. I panic the moment I realize we’re leaving James behind.

I try to stop her as I tell her, “Wilma, I need to go talk to James!”

“Let him sleep, Nora. He’ll come down in his own good time. Be careful you don’t make things worse than they already are.”

“How can they get any worse??”

She shakes her head. “I don’t even want to think about it.”

She gets me to the room and helps me into bed. I suddenly realize how tired I truly am. But I still want James to come down to the room.

“Get some rest, Nora.”

“But I want…”

“Not right now,” she says as she shakes her head.

I nod without saying a word. She goes to turn off the light. “Night, Nora.” Then she’s gone.

I tell myself I’ll rest a couple minutes. Then I’ll get back up and go find James. But that plan falls flat on its face the moment I drift off to sleep.

I awaken with the rising sun and a bit of a chill in the air. Nora and Wilma are long gone. The pool is quiet.

I rise up and check my watch. It’s a little after seven. With any luck, I can retrieve Nora and we can make our exit without too much fuss or fanfare.

I head down to our room and find her sleeping away. I gently shake her awake. “Nora? It’s time to go.”

Her eyes open as she sees me there. “James?”

“Time to get up and get dressed. We’re leaving.”

She blinks. “Honey, can’t we talk for a few minutes?”

“No time. I want to be on the road in a few minutes.”

“What about breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Honey, about last night…”

“Are you getting dressed? Or am I leaving without you?”

She gulps as she sees how serious I am. She climbs out of bed and gets some clothes on. She fully understands I’ll leave her if she tries to put this off too long.

I take her bag for her. Then we head out. We find the stairwell and head up to the main floor.

I notice activity in the kitchen. I can smell bacon, eggs and coffee. It smells good, but I don’t wish to stay a second longer than is absolutely necessary.

Gene and Donna Riley are working to get breakfast ready for everyone when they see us. They notice Nora’s bag in my hands. I see a flash of sadness in their eyes before they force smiles upon their faces.

“Morning, guys. Not sticking around for breakfast?”

“We’ve got to be going,” I tell them with a sad smile.

“Well, we sure enjoyed our time together with you both. I hope you enjoyed it as well.”

“The hospitality was exceptional.”

“Yes, we really enjoyed it,” Nora adds.

“Thank you very much for your generosity. Give our best to the others. Tell everyone how much we enjoyed ourselves.” It’s not the entire truth, but none of us really wants to touch on what happened late last night.

“You folks take care,” Gene tells us. His words are full of unspoken wishes. I nod before taking Nora’s hand and guiding her toward the door.

James guides us to the car. I don’t know whether to be frightened or relieved he came back for me. He opens the passenger side door for me before he climbs in behind the wheel. In less than a minute we’re on the road heading home.

“James, about last night…”

He puts up a hand to stop me. “Nora, don’t. It’s all right. I understand now.”

“Understand what?”

“Let’s not talk until we get home; ok?”

Now I’m frightened as a dull ache settles in the pit of my gut. “James, what’s going to happen when we get home?”

“We’ll make arrangements; ok? You don’t really want another argument in the car, do you? We’ve had so many.”

“James, I…” Then I gulp as I go quiet.

He doesn’t have to tell me anymore. Deep down, I know what’s coming.

This is going to be our last car ride together.

Whose fault is it? Whose fault was it?

Does it really matter?

With tears in my eyes, I quietly tell him, “James? I’m… I’m sorry I spoiled last night. I’m glad you came back.”

He doesn’t say anything. But I can tell by the way his shoulders are sagged that he just wants it to be over.

I guess I want it to be over as well. But it’s not going to end the way I thought it would.

Hell, I’m not even sure anymore how I really wanted it to end. Maybe this is for the best?

2022 (written Jan 9 ’22 by riwa)

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Vacation 2
Founder’s Day
A sleepless night
You’re next
Lois and Meg 3
Dear diary-the motel
My last day Pt 4
Best laid plans 1
Apology accepted
The evening party at the yacht
The hit on Revy Pt 3
My drowning Master Pt 2

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards.

Can you believe it? Mom got put in Facebook jail! They said she was posting too much, although others post way more than she does. I think it’s funny my 83 year old mother is now a Facebook Felon. She thinks it’s funny too. She hardly missed it.

My taxes for last month plus my root canal and crown I did yesterday have added to my list of expenses. But they will eventually get paid off, and I have all of you to thank for that. A couple of months, and I’ll be back in the market for another big expense to come my way. Maybe I shouldn’t speak too soon though. My 6 month car insurance payment will be coming due again. It’s just a part of life, I guess. I sure hope your bills are something you all can handle. I pray financial blessings for all of you.

Was this month crazy or what? And it still isn’t over. It sure seems like we’re rapidly approaching the end of the world. I start getting uneasy thinking of those four horsemen of the apocalypse and what they stand for, compared to the things we’re seeing all around us. Makes me think Jesus will be coming back any time now. Thankfully, I can distract myself by writing for you. I hope you have distractions as well, so that these world events do not stress you out. Meanwhile, I continue to count my blessings. And that includes all of you. So once again, I want to thank you all so very much for being my patrons. God bless you all.

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Final Destination: Central Avenue 2.4 (25)

Lisa McKowell checked for oncoming traffic before turning right onto Central Avenue in her Honda Civic. She was running late again for work. As usual, she had gotten all worked up by her mother, and had lost all track of time.

Seeing the ball fields approaching off to her right made her think of Krispy Kreme. It was only a little further ahead.  There was even a traffic light right there for her if she wanted.

When she got there, the light caught her as it often did, making her stop. She was tempted to turn off and go in to pick up a donut and some coffee at the drive-thru. But she was running late, and she really didn’t have the time.

The traffic light finally released her. Lisa drove on by, looking at the donut shop with longing. Her mouth tingled at the missed opportunity of a fresh-baked donut and some coffee. Her stomach growled at her decision to keep going.

Lisa was feeling a little stressed this morning. She was tempted to light a cigarette.  But her mother would not ride with her if she smoked in her car.

Lisa got caught at another light, this one on twenty-fourth street west. She had to stop behind a white Ford Focus. It looked like a short, older lady was behind the wheel. Lisa hoped the woman wouldn’t slow her down much, as she was already running behind schedule.

It was a longer light, making her wait impatiently. She cursed herself for not leaving her apartment sooner. If only she hadn’t called her mother and gotten into another argument about that Jesus thing again.

The light finally released her, and she drove through the intersection behind the Focus. That’s when a yellow van in the Taco Bell drive-thru on her right caught her eye. It had JESUS SAVES in big, emblazoned letters, with a cross illuminated by sunbeams.

Lisa scowled and shook her head as she drove on by. Had her mother arranged for them to be there while she was on her way to work? No, that was impossible. But it sure seemed as though her mom was trying to bring Jesus to her attention every chance she got. It was really starting to annoy her.

Traffic was becoming heavier. The Focus in front of her was forced to settle in behind a dark blue sedan. Today, it seemed like everyone had chosen to go to work at the exact same time. If this kept up, she was definitely going to be late getting to the hospital.

Both the sedan and the woman in the Focus got caught at the next light. Lisa impatiently cursed under her breath. A glance over revealed three cars beside her, making it impossible for her to switch lanes and scoot around the Focus. Damn!

Lisa subconsciously drummed her fingers on the steering wheel until she caught herself doing it and stopped. Now was the time she really needed a cigarette. But her mom could not handle the smell, nor could she deal with the lingering odor in her vehicle. It was a small thing she was trying to do for her mother. But today, she was seriously thinking about going back to smoking in her car.

The light finally released the sedan, allowing her and the Focus to move forward as well. A quick check revealed a string of vehicles in both lanes. A pickup pulling a trailer full of mowing equipment was now coming up on her left.

Lisa looked ahead at the light coming up at the next intersection. The cross street either took you to the right and down to the city golf course clubhouse, or it took you left to the cemetery. She could see some ducks in a pond at the golf course near the street.

She mentally prayed for the light to stay green. But it went yellow just as the sedan was clearing the intersection. What was the Focus going to do?

Thankfully, the woman in front of her kept going, being as how she was too close to stop in time. Lisa instinctively hit the gas to follow her through. She rushed through the light just as it was turning red. The car behind her followed her right on through.

She anxiously glanced at the cars waiting to cross through the intersection. She was hoping not to see a police cruiser waiting to pull out or hit its lights. Getting pulled over was the last thing she needed, as she was probably going to get to work a few minutes late.

Lisa almost jerked with a start upon seeing those ducks suddenly burst up into the air, squawking like crazy. It was as though something had spooked them. But she didn’t see any nearby golfers, nor did she see any errant balls splashing into the pond to disturb them.

It wasn’t just the ducks. Birds were now launching up into the air from the trees, shrubs… everywhere! They were all putting up an incredible fuss.

Lisa found herself looking around at all the birds rising up into the air. Damn! It looked like every bird in the immediate vicinity had suddenly taken flight. What the hell was going on??

She put her eyes back on the road just in time. Drivers were slowing down in alarm. Some were swerving from having been distracted.

Two squirrels suddenly dashed out onto the road. But they were not trying to cross the street. They looked like something had upset them and they were trying to get away. But they were acting as though they had no idea which way to go!

The pickup towing the mowing equipment had just cleared itself from beside her when it nailed one. The Focus took out the other. “Crazy squirrels,” Lisa muttered, shaking her head while at the same time feeling bad.

Further down the street, Lisa thought she saw a dog dash out into the road. Car horns went off in alarm as drivers tried to avoid the upset pooch.

No more than a scant couple of seconds later, there was a sudden flash of brilliant light up in the sky. Every driver facing east instinctively glanced up in surprise. That’s when Lisa thought she heard a voice. It was accompanied by what sounded like the blaring of a horn, but not one she was familiar with.

Drivers were instinctively slowing down while looking confused. Lisa prepared to hit the brakes. That’s when all hell broke loose over in Sunset Memorial Cemetery off to her left.

Caskets suddenly began popping up out of the ground, forcing up the earth they were under. It was as though the ground was vomiting up some of the dead! Coffins popped out of the dirt and tumbled everywhere, spilling their contents. Lisa just happened to get a brief glance inside one long enough to observe no body inside.

Traffic immediately started honking and swerving as brake lights came on ahead of her. Lisa had to slow down even more from speeding through that light behind her. She was looking at the Focus ahead of her, trying to leave enough space between her and the old lady.

To her utter astonishment, she thought she saw a figure emerge up out of the driver’s seat of the Focus through the roof! At that exact same time, Lisa thought she saw what looked like more human figures going up into the air.

A big, white delivery truck coming from the opposite direction suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic. Lisa got enough of a glimpse that she could have sworn there was no driver behind the wheel!

The pickup with the mowing equipment plowed right into it, along with the Focus. Lisa screamed as she instinctively jerked on the wheel. There was a deafening sound of metal crashing against metal all around her as she skidded sideways.

Cars were swerving to avoid hitting each other, only to be hit from behind and twisted around. Lisa’s Honda Civic slid sideways into the trailer with the mowing equipment. That’s when a Kia behind her slammed into the corner of her rear-end as her passenger side windows shattered.

For a moment, Lisa was sure she was dead. Instinctively, she closed her eyes as the crashing sounds continued. She didn’t want to witness her last moments. She also didn’t want flying debris getting into her eyes.

The sound of metal against metal finally died off as she came to a screeching halt. For a moment, there was an eerie silence. That’s when Lisa realized she was not dead.

She began to hear cries and screams from all around her. Lisa opened her eyes and stared in shock. This part of Central Avenue was now filled with cars twisted and smoking. It reminded her of news scenes of winter freeways filled with motorists having crashed into each other from snow or fog.

She did a quick inventory. She had gone sideways, and had thus avoided crashing head on into the mowing equipment trailer. She was stunned, but otherwise, she seemed to be unhurt.

Lisa looked upwards through her now cracked windshield. The rising figures were gone, as was the brilliant display that had briefly appeared in the sky. But the birds were still squawking and flying around as if in a daze.

She turned to look over at the cemetery as though that was what had started it all. Caskets lay strewn everywhere. It was as though some giant kid had pulled a bunch of them out of the ground, only to indiscriminately toss them helter-skelter.

A clear view into one revealed the empty contents. The material looked as though a body had been lying in there at some point in time. But it was no longer there. Where the hell had it gone??

The first thing that came to mind was her mother’s voice, telling her about Jesus and that she shouldn’t put a decision off too much longer because the rapture was imminent. Lisa gasped in horror as she cried out, “Mom??” That’s when she frantically pulled out her iPhone and punched in the number.

There were screams and cries all around her as the other end rang. Something was wrong. It was not supposed to take this long. Her mother usually responded right away.

A male voice finally answered. Lisa’s eyes flew open in alarm. This was supposed to be her mother’s number!

“Mom; is that you?”

Lisa??” It was her father.

“Dad??”

“Your mother just disappeared right in front of me! She was bringing the coffee pot over while I was reading the paper. I heard the pot crash to the floor, and I looked up. Your mother is gone, Lisa! She was standing right there… and now she’s gone!”

Gone!?? No! It wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be!!

There was growing panic in her voice as she blurted out, “Dad, are you sure??”

“Honey, she’s gone! Your mother has vanished! She was right here… and now she’s vanished!”

Lisa felt the contents of her stomach start to rise up in her throat. She was sure she was going to be sick. But she’d nearly gotten sick many times before in the trauma unit looking at badly injured patients.

Her training instinctively helped her to do now what she had always done back then. Lisa swallowed it back down. Then she took a deep breath to compose herself. But it only helped a little, as panic still threatened to overwhelm her. Now she was trembling like crazy.

She wanted to speak, to say something reassuring to her father. But she didn’t know what to say. She was in utter disbelief, especially from looking at the devastation all around her while hearing the cries of the injured.

She looked at all the vehicles around her before looking into the cemetery and its scattered coffins. Lisa felt herself start to go numb with shock. If she didn’t do something soon, she would end up becoming paralyzed with fear.

She made the only decision she could think of, one that would at least keep her busy and distracted for a while. “D-dad, I’ve got to go! There are p-people hurt here!” Then she tried the door, experiencing relief that it unlatched and came open.

“Honey?? You have to come home right now!” Her father sounded panic-stricken.

“Dad, I can’t! Central Avenue is totally jammed up here. Nothing’s moving, and my car’s been damaged!”

She knew people around her were going to need help. Some were numbly getting out of their vehicles, many looking hurt and bleeding. She had to do something!

“Honey, I need you here with me!”

Lisa swallowed hard as she pushed the door open. At least she was able to get out. She was beginning to calm down now as her training kicked in.

“Dad, I have to go. People here are injured and need my help.”

“Honey, your father needs you! Please come home right away!”

“Dad, I’m going to administer first aid to as many as I can until help arrives.” She could at least provide aid and comfort until an ambulance showed up.

An instant later, Lisa realized there would be no ambulance. Nothing was getting through. For the moment, she was on her own. And there were so many around her who would be needing her help.

Her iPhone was still in her hand as she got out of her car. Her father sounded desperate; he was almost in hysterics. “No, honey! I need you to come home right now!”

Lisa surveyed the carnage. Then she told her iPhone, “Dad, I just can’t get there from here. This car isn’t going anywhere! Nothing’s moving here; it’s all jammed up!”

“Then start walking, honey! I need you here with me right now! Please; I’m so frightened! Your mother is… she’s gone, I tell you! Lisa, I need you!”

“Dad, you live clear across the city! Besides, I can’t leave! People need me here!”

“Please, honey!”

Lisa was more frightened that she had ever felt in her entire life. The crazy situation she now found herself in was beyond anything she had ever witnessed before, despite her being a trauma nurse at the hospital. But there were people here who were obviously injured and who needed medical assistance. As a nurse, she felt it her duty to assist in any way she could, even if her father was panicked and wanted her back home.

It would be a welcome distraction if she could start tending to the wounded around her. That way, she wouldn’t have to process what had just happened. She needed a task to take her mind off things, or she would end up freaking out like many of the others who were nearby.

Cars were strewn everywhere, some at odd angles and all banged up while others were starting to smoke. Some drivers and passengers were in complete and utter shock. Others were in hysterics, as though they, too, knew exactly what had just happened.

Lisa stood upright on the pavement outside the door of her Honda. Then she looked all around. Who needed medical attention the most? Gawd, she needed a cigarette!

Honey?”

“Dad, I really have to go.”

That’s when several shots suddenly rang out…

More screams were added to the ones currently going on in the background. Lisa turned to see two shocked females and an elderly gentleman go down. Then she located the origin of the shots.

Nearby, a young male was freaking out, screaming they were all doomed. He was waving a handgun in the air. Lisa stiffened in alarm.

“Honey, what was that? Were those gunshots I heard?” Her father was still on the other end on her iPhone.

“D-dad? I h-have to go now.”

“Honey, don’t hang up!”

It was all so surreal. Open graves, missing people, and a massive car pileup on Central Avenue. Now a crazed young man of about nineteen or twenty was in hysterics, shooting at anything that moved. There was a bloody gash in his forehead, and he had a wild look in his eyes.

Lisa saw the revolver in his hand. Clearly, he was the one who had fired the shots. If she could calm him down and tend to his injury, maybe she could put him at ease while helping him put the gun down.

Deep down, she was to the point of panic and terror. But Lisa instinctively allowed her training to take over as she called out to him, “I can help you! I’m a trauma nurse! You’ve got a bad gash on your forehead! Let me treat it for you!”

The young man was far too hysterical to be reasoned with as he screamed in reply, “Lady, don’t you understand?? Don’t you get it?? It’s the rapture! Mom was right; and now she’s gone! Don’t you understand? We’re dead; we’re all dead!”

Lisa carefully put out the palms of her hands, trying to wave him to calm down. But she was still instinctively clutching her iPhone, having not let go of it in case it would fall to the pavement and become damaged. “We’re not gonna die. Just let me treat that injury for you, ok?”

She saw him lift the gun and point it in her direction. Surely he wouldn’t, would he?? There was no need; she wasn’t a threat to –

The gun fired twice. Lisa felt two bullets hit her in the chest. She couldn’t believe it!

She fell back against the side of her Honda and slumped down to the pavement. She collapsed into a sitting position, stunned he had actually shot her. The iPhone fell out of her hand onto the blacktop.

There were more screams. Lisa sensed a handful of people were trying to duck and cover. Then the civil alert siren went off, filling the air all over the city. Nearby, people panicked and started to scream and cry out all over again.

“Honey? I heard more shots! What’s going on??”

The iPhone lay on the pavement. It was just out of reach of her hand. But she could not muster the strength to stretch over and retrieve it.

The young man screamed in hopeless agony. “We all missed it! Mom tried to warn me, and I missed it! I missed it, and now I’m dead! We’re all dead!” And with that, he put the barrel of the gun up against his chin from underneath.

Despite what he’d done to her, Lisa didn’t want him to do that to himself. She tried to call out for him not to do it. But she couldn’t get any words out of her mouth. She was gurgling blood; one of her lungs had been punctured.

The gun fired one last time, blowing material out of the top of his skull. The young man collapsed onto the ground. There was nothing she could do for him now. At least he was out of his misery.

“Lisa? Honey, what happened?? I heard more gunshots! Speak to me!”

She tried again to open her mouth to speak. But she couldn’t form the words. Now she was coughing up blood. Even if she were lucky enough to receive immediate medical attention, Lisa instinctively knew she wasn’t going to make it.

“Honey?? Lisa, answer me! Honey, what happened??”

It was all so surreal. In the background, the civil alert siren was loudly blaring all over the city, causing the birds to continue to erratically fly all over the place. Lisa heard the screams of the horrified. She also heard the groans of the dying, including her own.

From her position against her Honda, she had a clear view into the grounds of Sunset Memorial Cemetery. The last thing she saw were the many holes in the ground. Many caskets had been pulled up out of the earth and were now strewn everywhere, devoid of their contents.

Lisa couldn’t make herself move. The iPhone was lying on the ground right beside her from where she’d dropped it. Her father was frantic now that she wasn’t answering. All she could think of was, ‘I’m sorry, dad. I can’t get there from here. Mom, you were right. I should have listened to you. Mom, you were right all along…………’

*****

Lisa McKowell opened her eyes. Her alarm was buzzing, loud and impatiently. She blinked as portions of the nightmare started to fade away.

She found herself breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell as she panted to catch her breath. When her eyes adjusted, she realized to her immense relief that she was in her bed back in her apartment.

She blinked her eyes to make sure it had all been a dream. Then she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her half-empty pack of cigarettes. She was trembling like mad as she reached for the lighter and lit one up.

The nicotine promptly hit her system. She was just starting to calm down when she thought of her mother. Oh, gawd!

She reached over and picked up her iPhone. Then she frantically punched in a number. What if…?

“Hello?”

“Mom?”

“Good morning, honey. What’s going on? Need a ride into work?”

“No, mom. The car’s fine. I’m fine, uh… everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure, honey? You don’t sound so good.”

“I just had… a bad dream is all.”

“Are you sure you’re all right? What was it about?”

What was it about indeed. Did she really want to tell her mother about it? What if the obsessed woman started preaching again??

“There was… a big accident, mom. There was… a big accident and… and I was going to help. And there was this guy who was… he was scared, and… and he was shooting at people.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Maybe you should transfer out of the trauma unit.”

“I’ve thought about it, mom. But they say I’m really good at it. It makes me feel important when I help seriously injured people.”

“Well, that’s something to be proud of, honey. You know I’m proud of you.”

“Uh, mom?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Are you still going to that End Times Prophecy Conference this weekend?”

“I sure am, honey. Are you sure you won’t tag along? I’ve asked your father, but he’s not the least bit interested.”

“I’ve, uh… I’m not sure. I’m kinda… I’m kinda thinking about it.”

“Oh, honey; that would be great if you could go with me!”

“They’re not going to talk about Jesus and that rapture stuff; are they?”

“I’m sure they are, honey. I just thought you might be interested in hearing about what’s going to happen to those who get left behind and why it’s so important to accept Jesus as your…”

“Not now, mom. I’m really not in the mood for another sermon this morning. I was just… I was just asking is all.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I don’t mean to push you. It’s just that I don’t want you to miss out is all. Things are going to get really bad around here after the rapture. I really do think it’s imminent.”

“I know mom; you keep telling me. Look, I’ve got to take a shower, get dressed and get going; ok? Maybe I’ll talk to you about it later.”

She heard her father’s voice in the background calling out, “Don’t let her talk you into going to something you don’t want to attend, Lisa!”

“Oh, Harold. She can make up her own mind.”

It was time to cut the conversation short before her mother started in on another one of her sermons. “Mom, I’ve got to go. Love to you and dad.”

“Love you too, honey.”

Lisa disconnected the call. A moment later, she felt foolish for checking up on her mother. Of course she was still around! It had only been a dream.

Lisa McKowell checked for oncoming traffic before turning right onto Central Avenue in her Honda Civic. Once again, she was running late for work. Being distracted by her call to her mother had thrown off her routine.

Seeing the ball fields approaching off to her right made her think of Krispy Kreme. She hadn’t eaten anything before she left, and a donut and coffee sure sounded good right now. There was even a traffic light right there for her.

When she got there, the light caught her as it often did, making her stop. She was sorely tempted to turn off and go in to pick something up at the drive-thru. But she decided she was running late, and that she really didn’t have the time.

The traffic light finally released her. Lisa drove on by, looking at the donut shop with longing. Her mouth tingled at the missed opportunity of a fresh-baked donut and some coffee. Her stomach growled at her decision to keep going.

This morning Lisa was feeling uneasy and a bit on edge. She didn’t know why, and she was tempted to light up a cigarette.  But her mother would not ride with her if she smoked in her car.

Lisa got caught at another light, this one on twenty-fourth street west. She had to stop behind a white Ford Focus with what looked like an older lady behind the wheel. Lisa hoped the woman wouldn’t slow her down much, as she was already running behind schedule.

It was a longer light, making her wait impatiently. She cursed herself for not leaving her apartment sooner. If only she hadn’t called her mother and gotten into another discussion about that Jesus thing again.

Why had she called her in the first place? Oh yeah, it was about a bad dream she’d had. But she could hardly remember any of it now.

The light finally released her, and she drove through the intersection behind the Focus. That’s when a yellow van in the Taco Bell drive-thru on her right caught her eye. It had JESUS SAVES in big, emblazoned letters, with a cross illuminated by sunbeams.

Lisa stared at it for a moment or two as she drove on by. Something about it seemed awfully familiar. She found herself experiencing a sense of déjà vu as that uneasy feeling grew stronger.

Traffic was becoming heavier. The Focus in front of her was forced to settle in behind a dark blue sedan. Today, it seemed like everyone had chosen to go to work at the exact same time. If this kept up, she was definitely going to be late getting to the hospital.

Both the sedan and the woman in the Focus got caught at the next light. Lisa stopped behind them, experiencing that strange feeling of déjà vu again. But she dismissed it, as she’d driven this same stretch of road so many times before.

Strangely, her growing sense of unease was enough to make her squirm in her seat. Why was this particular drive into work bothering her so much? Was it because of the call earlier to her mother?

Prophecy conference? She didn’t want to go to no Prophecy conference! What the hell was she thinking??

Something made her want to change lanes so that she was no longer behind the old lady in the Focus. But a glance to her left revealed three cars beside her, making it impossible for her to switch lanes. Damn!

Lisa had just started to drum her fingers on the steering wheel when she caught herself. She stared at her hands, feeling that sense of déjà vu again. Why was this particular trip into work unsettling her so much?

She had a stronger than usual urge to light up a cigarette. But her mom could not handle the smell, nor could she deal with the lingering odor in her vehicle. It was a small thing she was trying to do for her mother, and it had taken months just to get rid of the stale smell. But today, she was seriously thinking about going back to smoking in her car.

The light finally released the sedan, allowing her and the Focus to move forward as well. A quick check revealed a string of vehicles in both lanes. A pickup pulling a trailer full of mowing equipment was now coming up alongside her.

Lisa looked over at the pickup… and then did a double take. This all felt so damned familiar! She was starting to get all creeped out, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

Lisa looked ahead at the light coming up at the next intersection. The cross street either took you to the right and down to the city golf course clubhouse, or it took you left to the cemetery. She could see some ducks in a pond over at the golf course near the street.

Lisa stared at the waterfowl before inhaling sharply. Now why did seeing all those ducks there make her feel so anxious? Why did all of this seem so damned familiar? What the hell was wrong with her??

She thought the light at the intersection was about to turn red. But she didn’t want to get hung up again. “Stay green,” she murmured as the sedan ahead of her started through.

Lisa inhaled sharply as the light went yellow just as the sedan was clearing the intersection. She had known that was going to happen! How had she known that??

What was the Focus going to do? Lisa prepared to hit the brakes. But the woman in front of her went right on through the yellow light.

Something deep inside screamed for her to hit the brakes and stop. But Lisa instinctively hit the gas to follow the Focus because she was running late. She rushed through the intersection just as the light turned red. The car behind her also speeded up and followed her through.

She anxiously glanced over at the cars waiting to cross through the intersection. She was hoping not to see a police cruiser waiting to pull out or hit its lights. Getting pulled over was the last thing she needed, as she was now going to be a few minutes late for work. But that’s not why she was breathing so heavily.

Lisa started to tremble as she stared at the ducks in the pond at the golf course. Then her heart started racing. A moment later, every duck suddenly started flapping its wings.

Lisa let out an anxious cry as she watched them burst up into the air, squawking like crazy. It was as though something had spooked them. But she didn’t see any nearby golfers, nor had she seen any errant balls splash into the pond to disturb them.

It wasn’t just the ducks. Birds of all shapes and sizes were launching up into the air from the trees, shrubs… everywhere! They were all putting up an unbelievable fuss. Lisa was sure she had seen all this before!

She put her eyes back on the road and saw other drivers looking around at all the birds taking flight. There was a lot confusion to the point where some vehicles were starting to swerve in their lanes a little. Then two squirrels dashed out onto the road.

Lisa let out another cry of alarm as they deliberately jumped into traffic. They looked like something had upset them, making them act as though they were trying to escape. But they seemed to have no idea which way they should go!

The pickup towing the mowing equipment had just cleared itself from beside her Honda when it nailed one. The Focus took out the other. Lisa felt bad for them both. But something was frightening her, and she now found herself struggling just to catch her breath.

Further down the street, Lisa saw a dog dash out into the road, only to get hit as car horns went off. She was frightened out of her wits as she then looked up into the Eastern sky. Something told her it was going to appear right about….

…now!

A sudden flash of brilliance lit up the sky. Lisa experienced a feeling of intense dread when she heard a booming voice. It was accompanied by what sounded like the blaring of some sort of horn.

Lisa instinctively turned toward her left. She knew – she knew! That’s when all hell broke loose over in Sunset Memorial Cemetery.

She shook her head gasping, “No – no – no!” as caskets began popping up out of the ground, forcing up the earth they were under. It was as though the ground was vomiting up some of its dead!

Coffins popped out of the dirt and tumbled everywhere, spilling their contents. Lisa got a quick look inside one long enough to observe no body inside. That’s when she screamed bloody murder.

It was obvious many drivers had also seen what was happening in the cemetery. Some were slowing down; others were swerving. She could heard screams and cries from the panicked.

Lisa thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest as she looked ahead at the white Focus directly in front of her. Again, it was as though she knew what was about to happen. She just shook her head as she muttered, “No – no – NO!” Then she saw the old lady appear to be pulled right up out of the driver’s seat into the air.

She screamed again in complete and utter horror as she saw what looked like more human figures going up into the air from the vehicles ahead of her in all four lanes. A big, white delivery truck coming from the opposite direction suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic. Lisa was sure she saw no driver behind the wheel.

The pickup with the mowing equipment had no time to react. It plowed right into it, along with the Focus. Lisa screamed as she instinctively jerked hard on the steering wheel.

There was a deafening sound of metal crashing against metal all around her as she skidded sideways. Cars swerved to avoid hitting each other. But in morning rush-hour traffic, it was a hopeless task. Lisa’s Honda Civic slid sideways into the trailer with the mowing equipment before getting hit from behind, shattering all the passenger side windows.

Lisa closed her eyes tight, praying she was dreaming. Another scream was torn out of her lungs at all the crashing sounds. That’s when the trauma nurse wondered if she was even going to survive the pile-up.

The sound of metal against metal finally died off as she came to a screeching halt with a grunt. For a moment, there was an eerie silence. That’s when Lisa realized she was not dead.

She heard cries and screams from all around her. Lisa opened her eyes and stared in shock. This part of Central Avenue was now filled with cars all twisted and smoking. It reminded her of news accounts of winter freeways filled with motorists having crashed into each other from snow or heavy fog.

Lisa took a quick inventory of herself. She had gone sideways, and had thus avoided crashing head on into the mowing equipment trailer. Bits of glass lay sprinkled inside her car from the shattered passenger-side windows. She was stunned, but otherwise, she seemed to be unhurt.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Lisa looked out and upwards through her now cracked windshield. The rising figures had all vanished, as had the brilliant display that had briefly appeared in the sky. But the birds were still squawking while haphazardly flying around.

Lisa turned to look over at the cemetery as she panted like crazy, struggling just to catch her breath. Caskets lay strewn everywhere. It was as though some giant kid had pulled a bunch of them out of the ground like toys, only to indiscriminately toss them helter-skelter.

A clear view into one casket revealed the empty contents. The material looked as though a corpse had been lying in there at one point in time. But the body was no longer there. Where the hell had it gone??

The first thing that came to mind was her mother’s preaching about Jesus and the rapture, and that she shouldn’t put off a decision much longer because the event was imminent. Lisa gasped in horror as she cried out, “Mom??” That’s when she frantically fumbled for her iPhone until she got it in her hand and anxiously punched in the number.

There were screams and cries all around her as the other end rang and rang. Lisa was shaking like crazy. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

Something was wrong. It was not supposed to take this long. Her mother usually responded right away.

A male voice finally answered. Lisa’s eyes flew open in alarm. This was supposed to be her mother’s number!

“Mom; is that you?”

Lisa??” It was her father. What was her father doing on her mother’s phone??

“Dad??”

“Your mother just disappeared right in front of me! She was bringing the coffee pot over while I was reading the paper. I heard the pot crash to the floor, so I looked up. Your mother is gone, Lisa! She was standing right there… and now she’s gone!”

Gone!?? No! It wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be!!

Lisa tried to compose herself. This time, it was a struggle. There was growing panic in her voice as she blurted out, “Dad, are you sure??”

“Honey, she’s gone! Your mother has vanished! She was right here… and now she’s vanished!”

Lisa thought she was going to throw up. Instinct and her training made her swallow it back down. But her mind kept telling her this just couldn’t be happening!

“Honey, are you all right?”

No, she was not all right! Lisa sure wasn’t going to tell him that though. She wanted to say something reassuring to her father. But she didn’t know what to say. Besides, she was still in shock.

She looked at all the vehicles around her before looking into the cemetery and its scattered coffins. Lisa felt herself start to go numb as another scream wanted to erupt out of her mouth. If she didn’t do something soon, she would end up becoming paralyzed with fear.

She made the only decision she could think of, one that would at least keep her busy and distracted for a while. “D-dad, I’ve got to go! There are p-people hurt here!” Then she tried the door, experiencing a brief sense of relief that it unlatched and came open.

“Honey?? You have to come home right now!” Her father sounded panic-stricken.

“D-dad, I can’t! Central Avenue is totally jammed up here! Nothing’s moving, and… and my car’s been damaged!”

She knew people around her were going to need help. Some were numbly getting out of their vehicles, many looking hurt and bleeding as they looked all around in absolute shock and horror. She had to try helping them; she had to do something!

“But honey, I need you here with me!”

Lisa swallowed hard as she pushed the door open. She was still trembling, but at least she was able to get out. And she was beginning to calm down a little, now that her training was starting to kick in.

“Dad, I have to go. People here are injured, and they need my help.”

“Honey, your father needs you! Please come home right away!”

“Dad, I’m going to administer first aid to as many people as I can until help arrives.” She could at least provide aid and comfort until an ambulance showed up.

Lisa took a quick look down Central Avenue and immediately realized there would be no ambulance. Nothing was getting through that mess of twisted metal. Did the entire city look like this?

For the moment, she was on her own. And there were so many around her who would be needing her help. Hopefully there were other doctors and nurses inside the crashed vehicles who might be able to assist her.

Her iPhone was still in her hand as she climbed out of her car. Her father sounded desperate; he was almost in hysterics. “No, honey! I need you to come home right now!”

Lisa surveyed the carnage. Then she told her iPhone, “Dad, I just can’t get there from here! This car isn’t going anywhere! Nothing’s moving here; it’s all jammed up!”

“Then start walking, honey! I need you here with me right now! Please; I’m so frightened! Your mother is… she’s gone, I tell you! Lisa, I need you!”

“Dad, you live clear across the city! Besides, I can’t leave! There are people here who need medical attention!”

“Please, honey!”

Had her mother been right all along? Had the rapture actually happened? She did not want to believe it. She COULDN’T believe it; she didn’t dare!

Lisa was more frightened than at any time in her entire life. The crazy situation she now found herself in was beyond anything she had ever witnessed before, despite her being a trauma nurse at the hospital. It felt overwhelming.

There were people here who were obviously injured. Many needed medical attention. As a nurse, she felt it her duty to assist in any way she could, even if her father was panicked and wanted her back home.

It would be a welcome distraction if she could start tending to the wounded around her. That way, she wouldn’t have to mentally process what had just happened. She needed a task to take her mind off things, or she would end up freaking out like many of the others nearby.

She briefly took it all in, wondering where to start first. Cars were strewn everywhere, some at odd angles and all banged up. Others were starting to smoke.

Most people looked to be in complete and utter shock. A few were in hysterics. It was as though they, too, knew exactly what had just happened.

Who needed medical attention the most? Gawd, she needed a cigarette!

Honey?”

“Dad, I really have to go.”

That’s when several shots suddenly rang out…

More screams were added to the ones currently going on in the background. Lisa felt her blood run cold as she turned to see two shocked females and an elderly gentleman go down. Then she located the origin of the shots.

Nearby, a young male was freaking out, screaming they were all doomed. He was waving a handgun in the air. Lisa stiffened in alarm…

No. Gawd; no! This couldn’t be happening!

“Honey, what was that? Were those gunshots I heard?” Her father was still on the other end on her iPhone.

Lisa began to tremble as her breathing problems returned. “D-dad? I h-have to go now.”

“Honey, don’t hang up!”

It was all so surreal. Open graves, missing people, and a massive car pileup on Central Avenue. Now a crazed young man of about nineteen or twenty was in hysterics, shooting at anything that moved. There was a bloody gash in his forehead, and he had a wild look in his eyes.

Lisa saw the revolver in his hand. Clearly, he was the one who had fired the shots. What if he decided to take a shot at her?? Would he do that? Lisa felt a sick feeling in the pit of her gut.

Clearly he was in hysterics. Could she calm him down and tend to his injury? Could she put him at ease while helping him to put the gun down?

Deep down, she was once again approaching the point of unbridled panic and terror. Everything inside her screamed for her to duck and take cover. But Lisa instinctively allowed her training to take over.

She called out to him, “I can help you! I’m a trauma nurse! You’ve got a bad gash on your forehead! Let me treat that for you!”

But the young man was far too hysterical to be reasoned with. He screamed, “Lady, don’t you understand?? Don’t you get it?? It’s the rapture! Mom was right; and now she’s gone! Don’t you understand? We’re dead; we’re all dead!”

Lisa carefully put out the palms of her hands, trying to wave him to calm down. But she was still instinctively clutching her iPhone, having not let go of it in case it would fall to the pavement and become damaged. “We’re not gonna die. Just let me treat that wound to your head, ok?”

She knew the moment she saw him lift the gun and point it in her direction. She knew he was going to shoot her. But there was no need! She wasn’t a threat to–

The gun fired twice. Lisa felt two bullets hit her in the chest. She couldn’t believe it!

She fell back against the side of her Honda and slumped down to the pavement. She collapsed into a sitting position, stunned he had actually shot her. The iPhone fell out of her hand onto the blacktop.

There were more screams. Lisa sensed a handful of people were trying to duck and cover. Then the civil alert siren went off, filling the air all over the city. Nearby, people panicked and started to scream and cry out all over again.

“Honey? I heard more shots! What’s going on??”

The iPhone lay on the pavement. It was just out of reach of her hand. But she could not muster the strength to stretch over and retrieve it.

The young man screamed in hopeless agony. “We all missed it! Mom tried to warn me, and I missed it! I missed it, and now I’m dead! We’re all dead!” And with that, he put the barrel of the gun up against his chin from underneath.

Despite him shooting her, Lisa didn’t want him to do that to himself. She tried to call out for him not to do it. But she couldn’t get any words out of her mouth. She was gurgling blood; one of her lungs had been punctured.

The gun fired one last time, blowing material out of the top of his skull. The young man collapsed onto the ground. There was nothing she could do for him now. At least he was out of his misery.

“Lisa? Honey, what happened?? I heard more gunshots! Speak to me!”

She tried again to open her mouth to speak. But she couldn’t form the words. Now she was coughing up blood. Even if she were lucky enough to receive immediate medical attention, Lisa instinctively knew she wasn’t going to make it.

“Honey?? Lisa, answer me! Honey, what happened??”

It was all so surreal. In the background, the civil alert siren was loudly blaring all over the city, causing the birds to continue to erratically fly all over the place. Lisa heard the screams of the horrified. She also heard the groans of the dying, including her own.

From her position against her Honda, she had a clear view into the grounds of Sunset Memorial Cemetery. The last thing she saw were the many holes in the ground. Many caskets had been pulled up out of the earth and were now strewn everywhere, devoid of their contents.

Lisa couldn’t make herself move. The iPhone was lying on the ground right beside her from where she’d dropped it. Her father was frantic now that she wasn’t answering. All she could think of was, ‘I’m sorry, dad. I can’t get there from here. Mom, you were right. I should have listened to you. Mom, you were right all along…………’

2024 (written Apr 18 ’24 by riwa)

Inspired by 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 New International version

16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.

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Wetsuit in the web 3.6 (19)

Note: An older, bonus Emma story to help get over the pain of Tax day.

“Untie me, you bitch!”

“You’re in no position to make demands, my pretty… not after I caught you sneaking in through the underwater tunnel in your scuba gear. Naturally I’ve confiscated all your equipment. But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to give it back on after I’ve dealt with you.”

Uh – oh. That didn’t sound good.

“Dealt with me?? What are you going to do to me? You can’t hold me like this!”

“On the contrary. You’re the one who stuck her nose where it did not belong. Now you are caught… caught like a fly in my web. Would it surprise you to know how excited I am watching you squirm?”

“You’re sick; do you know that? You won’t get away with this!”

“Who’s going to stop me? No one knows you’re here, my pretty. I seriously doubt you told anyone you were planning on breaking into my operation in the dead of night.”

“They’ll come looking for me! Just you wait and see!”

“I don’t think so, hun. No one knows about your little stunt. So no one will be coming to save you.”

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

“Actually I have every intention of letting you go… just as soon as you’ve drowned down here in my chamber.”

“Drowned??” Emma gasped as a jolt of erotic tingles hit her hard. “What the fuck are you talking about??”

“Why, don’t you know? We’re below the river down here! I have valves that open and close, allowing river water to come pouring in. Don’t worry if the water feels cold. After all, you must have expected that, seeing as how you’re dressed for it in that wetsuit of yours… Ah, ha! I see by the look on your face that you’ve finally caught on to what’s going to happen down here.”

“What are you going to do… flood the place??”

“Not the whole place, my dear. Just this little chamber. There won’t be any ‘spider’s’ to come rescue you out of that web I’m afraid. You’ll drown… just like the ‘flies’ I flush down the sink.”

“You wouldn’t dare! You don’t have the balls!”

“Oh, I’ve done it before, hun… and on someone just as stubborn and defiant as you. She wasn’t quite so stubborn in the end though, not when the water began rushing into the chamber.”

“You bitch! You won’t get away with this!”

“But I already have once before. You should have seen her as the chamber started to flood, my pretty. She was still rather defiant up until the moment the water level reached her crotch. But it wasn’t until the water reached her chest that she changed her tune right quick. She started begging, my pretty… and she continued begging and pleading until the water rose up above her head. She was fighting the net the entire time, trying to escape the web… MY web, to be precise. Her struggles as she drowned were absolutely delightful.”

“Don’t do this to me! We can make a deal… come to some sort of arrangement!”

“Oh, we already have, hun. Our arrangement is for me to watch you suffer and drown. I’ll be watching the whole time as the chamber fills with water. I must admit to a certain perverse enjoyment watching pretty young things like you bubble away their last breath. But while I’m watching, you’ll have a small amount of time to think about what’s going to happen to you. It usually takes about 15 minutes. But those are certainly 15 precious minutes in the life of someone who is about to drown.”

Emma began to panic at the realization of the trouble she was in. “PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Once the water reaches your lips, you’ll naturally tip your head back. You’ll have another 30 seconds or so until it reaches your nostrils. Then you’ll be forced to hold your breath as the chamber continues to fill.”

“NO! PLEASE…!”

“I watched her hold her breath the entire time, hun. It usually takes a couple of minutes until their lungs give out. I make you out to be about a 90 second breath-holder. Am I right?”

“NO! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” Emma struggled in vain against the web she was caught in.

“As the seconds ticked by, the more panicked she became, hun. That’s when she really started thrashing about. Her cheeks were all puffed out as bubbles leaked out of her nose. But what really got to me was the sight of her chest spasming as her body fought against the urge to breathe. I suspect it will be the same with you.”

“NOOO! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!”

“Oh, no one can hear you down here, hun… no one but me. But go ahead and beg for your life if you wish. It will add to my enjoyment, I assure you. Watching nosey little women like you plead for their lives after breaking into my operation has a certain appeal to me. All right; I’m a sadist. So sue me. Oh that’s right; you can’t, because you’ll be dead soon… floating along the bottom of the river somewhere in your scuba gear as though you suffered a tragic accident.”

“YOU BITCH! YOU’LL GET CAUGHT! YOU’LL GO TO PRISON! DON’T DO THIS!”

“Oh, but I fully intend to ‘do this’, my pretty. I have every intention of watching you drown. So let’s get started, shall we? I have some errands to run and we need to get started. Besides, I plan on releasing your body into the river so you can float downstream as a sign to all nosey young things not to snoop around my operation. Of course it’s just as likely your body will never be found. But… oh well. I suppose that is the price you pay for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“NO! DON’T TURN THAT VALVE! YOU BITCH! NOOOOOOOO!”

“Enjoy yourself, hun. I know I certainly will…”

Her captor turned the valve. Then she climbed the metal stairway up out of the chamber. Dirty river water began pouring into the chamber.

Emma cried out as she struggled in the net. She fought against her bindings. But it did her no good. She was thoroughly secured.

She panted for breath as she looked all around. The chamber was sealed except for the metal stairway coming down into it. If she was to survive, she would have to get herself free and then use that very same stairwell.

Water began climbing her wet-suited legs. She cried out as she struggled in vain. Then she began hollering up at the ceiling, making demands and then making promises… if only she would be released.

She panted like crazy as the water reached her crotch. She struggled against the ropes to the web. But her arms were tightly splayed outward; she had been well-secured.

There was a little metal ladder behind her. But she couldn’t do anything about that either. She couldn’t even reach it! It hung tantalizingly close right behind her.

The minutes ticked by as the water level rose. It was cold and dirty. Emma felt a surge of panic, along with a shameful surge of sexual arousal at her predicament.

Bound and secured in rising water. If only this was some sort of harmless role-play. That way, she would certainly be less frightened. But there seemed to be no way out of this one. The woman she was dealing with had apparently seen to that.

The water began climbing her chest. Emma began to hyperventilate as she screamed for help. But no help was forthcoming.

Water swirled into the chamber as it steadily rose all around her. It reached her shoulders, causing her to struggle to catch her breath. The water was cold, but she was sexually aroused by her predicament.

“NO! PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF HERE AND I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!” There was no response, save for the sound of water filling the chamber.

It climbed her neck until it lapped at her chin. Emma tilted her head back. Then she shuddered in orgasm as the water continued to rise.

She struggled against the ropes securing her. But they were much too strong. She could not break free, and she could not work them loose.

Water lapped near her mouth. She tipped her head back even more. Then she was forced to close her lips, frantically breathing through her nose.

Gawd, wasn’t this good enough?? The bitch had made her fucking point! She didn’t need to kill her?!

Emma breathed through her nose. Then the water covered her nostrils. She could not tip her head far enough, and she could not lift herself up in the netting.

The water level continued to rise. Dirty river water reached her eyes. She grunted as she cried out, her kitty hot in the damp moistness of her arousal inside her wetsuit.

The water continued to climb. It rose up over her head. Emma strained to listen for the sound of the chamber being drained. But there was no indication of anything other than incoming water.

Her cheeks began to bulge as she tried to swallow her air back down. She strained with all her might. But it wasn’t long before her tummy began to ripple.

Convulsions took hold in her chest. She began to hitch as her lungs threatened to give way. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose as she struggled to hold her breath.

How long had it been? Did it really matter if she made it past 90 seconds? She wasn’t getting out of this either way.

Her cheeks bulged until her breath exploded out of her mouth. She gulped reflexively, her lungs demanding to take another breath. That’s when she swallowed dirty river water. That’s also the point where she climaxed so very hard.

Water went down her windpipe into her lungs. She coughed and convulsed. Then she began hitching and gurgling as she inhaled more river water.

It hurt like hell; how could drowning be so painful?? She spasmed and convulsed, her body trying in vain to pull air into her lungs, air that was now a foot above her head. She gulped and coughed until she hitched less and less. Then her eyes glazed over as she shuddered her way into oblivion.
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Her empty scuba gear would eventually be returned to her drowned body. Then she was released into the river. But her body descended to the bottom and lodged in a submerged tree along a deep section of river. She was never heard from again.

2011; 2021 (written for “Emma” Oct 30 ’11; ed. Jul 18 ’21 by riwa)

(Inspired by a drawing by MIXNUTS club which I included for illustration purposes.)

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Love-bomb backfire 3.5 (27)

My relationship with Landon was becoming more and more frustrating. We began having frequent quarrels. Try as I might, I simply could not get him to commit to a long-term relationship.

He wasn’t the least bit interested in getting married. This caused a ton of problems for me. He was a rich man, and I wanted to lock him down before I lost him. But I just couldn’t get him to propose.

After every argument, I resorted to love-bombing him so as not to scare him off. I did everything he wanted in the bedroom. I always made sure he was well satisfied.

Landon had a nice backyard pool. We spent a lot of time in it. One of his favorite activities was getting me in the water and having fun with me.

I admit playing underwater wasn’t one of my favorite ways of pleasuring him. But it always worked, especially after a painful argument. They were usually quarrels about us getting married. Whenever he put up a fierce resistance, I always fell back on getting him into the pool to make sure he didn’t hold our disagreement against me.

One afternoon we had one of our worst fights ever. The stubborn fool just would not listen to reason. For the first time, he began to question whether or not we were right for each other.

I sensed I might have pushed marriage too hard on him. I was leading a pretty good lifestyle based on the amount of money he was bringing in. I could see it all coming apart on me unless I did something about it and fast.

I swallowed my pride and apologized. I hate admitting I’m wrong whenever we’re having an argument. But I had to do everything I could in order to hold onto Landon.

To make it up to him, I volunteered to be tied up and tossed into the pool. Landon loves putting me in bondage. And he loves fucking me underwater, making me hold my breath while I’m all tied up.

It’s definitely not my favorite way to please him. Being tied up takes away all my power and control. But it certainly has a calming effect on him, giving him back that control over my body.

I often get something in return after one of our underwater sessions. I may not have gotten the ring on my finger. But I usually get some sort of spending spree at my favorite department store.

I said some things during our argument that didn’t sit well with him. Offering to be put into underwater bondage would give him back the power he craved over me. I figured I would eventually get it back after pleasuring him in the pool.

I quickly changed into my salmon colored bikini. It’s the one that shows off a lot of ass and cleavage. It’s an outfit that usually helps soften his mood.

Once we were in the back yard, I allowed him to tie my wrists and ankles. He had a lot of fun doing that, the bastard. I simply played the submissive while planning a different method next time in order to get him to fully commit.

He hooked up a regulator for us to use. That meant I was going to be underwater for a lengthy period of time. Like I say, it’s not my favorite way to please him. But it usually gets me aroused, especially when I have to depend on him to keep me alive.

He put the regulator into my mouth. Then he tossed me into the water. He didn’t even give me a dive mask to use, the bastard.

He likes seeing my face while watching me suck on that regulator. I think he likes to imagine me “sucking on other things” when he tosses me in without a mask. Landon is so predictable

A few seconds later he tossed in his special weight ball. It has a handle on it for me to hang onto. Right away I knew what he wanted me to do.

It helps to have something to hold onto whenever I’m on the pool floor. Otherwise I have to release a lot of air in order to stay near the bottom. Landon loves seeing me all secured and unable to surface.

Landon soon joined me in the water. The bastard was wearing a dive mask so he could see clearly. It also kept him from getting water up his nose. As usual, I was forced to go without.

I had to work myself down in order to grab onto the weight ball. I held onto it and posed for him, stretching my legs out and then curling them up behind my back. Inwardly, I was still angry with him over our recent fight. But I was doing my best not to let him see it in my expression.

Landon came up to me and attached my wrists to the weight ball. Now I definitely wasn’t getting back to the surface without his help. It irritated me as it often does. But I made sure not to let it show all that much.

He pulled the reg out of my mouth and put it between his lips. Then he just drifted near the bottom and watched me. Right then I knew the bastard was going to make me hold my breath and suffer with heaving lungs over the fight we’d just had.

He made me go without air for the longest time. I could tell he was getting a bulge in his trunks. A part of me wanted to deprive him of sex. But I couldn’t risk doing that, not without a ring on my finger… and certainly not without him having already signed the marriage contract.

He finally put the reg back between my lips after watching my chest heave for a good twenty seconds. I’m used to it by now, but it still angers me sometimes. It gives him all the power, when I’m the one who really wants to be in control.

Landon came up to me and molested me like he always does whenever I’m helpless underwater. I put up some resistance, still remembering our fight. But eventually I just gave in and allowed him to enjoy himself. After all, there was nothing I could do to stop him, not after being tied to that damned weight ball.

I always know just when to back off and give him what he wants. It means later on I’ll get something I want in return. So far I still haven’t gotten my proposal. That just means I have to love-bomb him all the harder.

He swam up to me and untied me from the weight ball. But I didn’t get a change to drift up very far. Landon held onto my ankles, keeping me down near the bottom of the pool.

I knew I was in for it when he began securing my ankles to the weight ball. I wanted to be pissed at him. After all, the fight was his fault for not giving me my engagement ring. But I had to keep him happy in order to eventually get what I wanted.

When he was finished, he popped the regulator out of my mouth. He stuffed it between his lips and breathed deeply. I was left to wriggle and squirm, helpless to reach the surface without his assistance.

I always become aroused whenever he does that to me. Maybe it’s because I feel so vulnerable. In the back of my mind I always feel a surge of alarm. What happens if he gets careless and accidentally lets me drown?

Landon waited until my lungs were straining, the bubbles spewing out of my mouth. He pushed the regulator back between my lips. Then he removed my bikini top.

He groped and fondled me before taking the reg away from me. He put it into his mouth before removing my bottoms. Whenever he does that, I know exactly what’s going to happen next.

Normally I try not to withhold sex from Landon. I plan on saving that for after we’re married when I want something from him. Right now I don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize my plans in getting him to marry me. I don’t know why he’s taking his sweet time proposing.

I was forced to hold my breath while watching him remove his swim trunks. I saw his dick emerge all nice and hard as it saluted me. He loves seeing me naked and secured to the bottom of the swimming pool.

He came up to me and started touching me all over. I reached out for the regulator in his mouth. He just hung onto it, the bastard.

My lungs were heaving again when he finally took it out and pushed it between my lips. He moved behind me as I swallowed great gulps of air. He’d really pushed me that time, and the influx of compressed air made me a little dizzy.

I was in the process of filling my aching lungs when he came up behind me. He reached around and groped my tits. I could feel his erection pressing up against me.

It wasn’t long until he popped the reg out of my mouth again. Then Landon must have put it between his lips. I could hear him taking great gulps of air.

He really groped and fondled me. I felt him reach down with one hand and finger my button. My anxiety of going breathless was compounded by the way he was triggering my arousal.

Memories of the fight were fading away. I was still angry with him. But I was determined to get him to commit to marriage. Besides, I wanted to lock him in so that if anything went wrong later, I’d get cash and prizes when we divorced… I mean… in case we divorced later.

He really made me suffer for my part in the fight, even though he was clearly in the wrong. He made me hold my breath until my lungs were screaming. Then he put the regulator back between my lips.

I couldn’t help myself; I was starting to get horny. If he was going to torture me under water, the least he could do was give me an orgasm out of the deal. It wasn’t long until I began calculating ways of getting back at him.

Once more he deprived me of the regulator. He was still wearing the mask while I had nothing to keep the water out of my nose. But there was nothing I could do about it.

Landon shoved me down between his legs. I was still attached to the weight ball by my ankles. But now I had a new problem to deal with.

His erection was right in my face. At first I tried to resist him. But he ended up forcing his cock right past my lips.

I gagged up bubbles as he fucked my face. That natural fear of drowning began to rise up within me again. I also experienced that familiar arousal from being forced to suck cock while holding my breath.

Landon grunted as he thrust hard into my mouth. It wasn’t long until my lungs were straining yet again. I don’t know why he enjoys pushing my limits. But I was seriously considering cutting back on our underwater trysts after we got married.

My lungs were heaving when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pushed the reg between my lips, allowing me to refill my aching lungs. Then he stepped back.

I drifted upward as I swallowed great gulps of air. He just drifted nearby as he smiled at me. Then he reached out and began molesting me again.

Landon suddenly popped the reg out of my mouth. Then he pushed me down until he was fucking my face again. I grunted up bubbles as the bastard took nice, deep breaths from the regulator.

A part of me wanted to get angry again. Another part felt that familiar fear of drowning. He really seemed to be enjoying himself at my expense.

He pulled out of my mouth and let me drift upright. The weight ball tethered me to the bottom of the pool. I felt that delicious surge of fear and arousal as my lungs began to burn.

Landon got behind me again. The regulator appeared right in front of my face. He pushed it between my lips, and I greedily sucked down a lungful of compressed air.

I felt Landon push up against me from behind. My legs bent as he forced his cock inside me. I groaned over how good it felt despite my instinctive concerns.

Landon gave it to me good and hard. It was about fucking time! I was horny for a release, and I needed him deep inside me.

He gave it to me good and hard before taking the regulator away from me. I was forced to hold my breath as he fucked me underwater. That fear and arousal intensified.

My lungs were straining again when I suddenly stiffened. Then I shuddered in orgasm. It’s amazing how intense they can be whenever I’m holding my breath underwater.

I wanted to get out of the pool. But I knew Landon hadn’t cum yet. I figured I had to bring him to a release before he would eventually set me free.

Landon pulled out of me, leaving my lungs heaving as I was forced to hold my breath. Then the regulator was returned to my lips. I gulped huge mouthfuls as I waited to see what he was going to do next.

He came up behind me until I felt his cock slowly push its way inside. I moaned as I pushed back against him. Then the reg was pulled out of my mouth.

I heard him use it as I tried to milk him with my pussy. I needed to get him off quick. Then my time in the water would be over. My “apology” would be “completed”.

Brandon reached down to grope and finger me as he slowly fucked me. Then I caught sight of the regulator drifting to the bottom of the pool. Apparently Landon had spit the damned thing out.

His thrusts were nice and slow. My lungs soon began to burn. Was this going to be his way of getting off and then retrieving the regulator at the very last second?

I felt the fear and excitement swell inside me. Wasn’t he pushing things a little too far by leaving the regulator lying on the pool floor like that? What if we both needed another breath of air??

He thrust nice and slow as though he was taking his sweet time. My lungs started to heave as my stomach rippled. He was really pushing my limits.

It got harder and harder to hold my breath. I could feel my cunt clenching around his dick inside me. It felt incredibly erotic. But now I was starting to experience a real fear of drowning.

What the hell was he doing?? I tried to wriggle in his grasp. Bubbles slipped out of my mouth.

Landon thrust deeper inside me. My stomach rippled as a convulsion shook my chest. I grunted as I lost a few more bubbles.

Genuine panic began to swell within me. I became scared despite what should have been Landon’s reassuring presence. My chest heaved as I kept trying to swallow my air back down.

I cried out a froth of bubbles. Landon just fucked me harder. My chest heaved ominously; I was seriously out of breath.

I started to panic and wriggle around. I bubbled, “LANDON, DON’T LET ME DROWN!” Then I accidentally swallowed a little water.

My reaction was almost instantaneous. I began thrashing about as some went down my windpipe. That’s when I felt Landon’s cock go off inside me as I really started clenching.

The terror and arousal was enough to trigger another orgasm inside me. But I was hardly aware of it. I was drowning, and I was sure Landon was fully aware of it.

I hitched and grunted as I struggled against him. But I remained tethered to the weight ball the entire time. He just held on tight to my naked body, his cock pulsing inside me as he spewed his load deep into my womb.

I began to settle down, all my systems shutting down. Landon came around and tipped my head up, smiling at me. He tenderly kissed my lips. Then he swam to the surface.

I stayed tethered to the bottom of the pool for the rest of the afternoon. My plan to love-bomb Landon had seriously backfired. I still don’t know what the hell went wrong. And I never got the opportunity to figure out how I’d seriously miscalculated.

2020 (written Dec 25 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by preview pictures from a clip and story by Chase water babes.)

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Teri’s last stripper show (graphic) 3.7 (34)

Note: A bonus older story to ease the pain of April 15th coming up

Teri fucked the pole with her cleavage, smiling seductively with her red-painted lips at the patrons watching her. Then she slowly unhooked her bra. She got whistles and lustful cries as her breasts fell open, the garment falling lazily to the floor.

She gave the stripper pole a sensuous titty-fuck. She wasn’t as lithe or as limber as some of the other girls who worked the club. But she wasn’t afraid to act the slut. That’s what usually got her more attention… and therefore more tips.

The cries grew louder as voices called out for her to “Take it off! Take it all off!” She teased them again before slowly working her thong down her legs and then tossing it into the gleeful crowd. Then she fucked the stripper pole with her cunt, leaving it slickened with her juices. Any males who weren’t hard by then were certainly hard after that wanton display of lewd behavior.

When her presentation came to an end, she scooped up her tips and then disappeared into the dressing room to change. A few minutes later, Brandi came in with a slip of paper. “One of those bikers wanted me to give you this,” she said coldly, handing it to her. Friends they definitely were not.

Teri took it and gave it a quick glance. She and the other girls got messages like this all the time. Apparently someone wanted her for a private party. She snorted at it in disgust before throwing it in the trash like she did all the other messages.

“You’re closing tonight,” Brandi announced.

Teri looked at her in dismay. “Again? Why the hell can’t I go home on time and get a good night’s sleep?”

“Because we all work for that sleazeball, that’s why!” Brandi snorted in a huff. “He wants you out there pushing drinks until closing time. Besides, I’ve got to get home to my family. It’s not my fault you’re single!”

“Figures,” Teri said in disgust.

She proceeded to slip into the club’s official waitress attire, designed to get the clients all worked up. It was also designed to get them all liquored up so they could more easily part with their hard-earned cash. Then she headed out to work the tables.

She noticed right away that the bikers were still there. They seemed more than a little attracted to her. She was able to work their table for drink after drink, getting them more than a little intoxicated. At least it served her well in making tips.

They didn’t let up on her the whole time, trying to proposition her again and again. She just smiled coyly at them each time she passed their table, politely turning them down. But it wasn’t long until she started feeling a little uncomfortable with their presence.

The hour eventually got late. Customers began heading out the door to make their way home. Teri’s fellow strippers began to leave one by one as their shift came to an end. She was certainly relieved to watch the bikers loudly make their way to the door.

She watched her boss work the till. She fumed at his leaving early while she had to stay behind to clean up and lock up. All he did was gather up the cash and receipts. Then he threw them together in a bag before heading out the back door to his waiting car without giving her so much as a thank you.

Teri sighed heavily as she scrubbed down the counter to the bar. At least the bikers were long gone. She’d felt rather uneasy with them around, especially the way they’d been coming on to her and ogling her.

She found herself wishing the sleazeball would have stuck around a little while longer. At least he could have ordered one of the other bartenders to stick around and make sure she got safely to her car. Being the last one out the door sometimes made her more than a little uncomfortable.

She was in the process of wiping down the tables and stacking the chairs on top when she heard the front door open. “We’re closed!” she called out in exasperation.

She hadn’t gone and locked the door right away. That was stupid! Then her heart skipped a beat when she saw the bikers had returned.

Uh – oh. She could immediately tell they were up to something by the expressions on their faces.

“Sorry, guys; we’re closed!” she proclaimed. “Come back tomorrow!” She tried to sound authoritative but she couldn’t disguise the nervousness in her voice.

“Oh, you’re not going to close just yet,” the biker with the snake tattoo on his arm chuckled. “We’re here for that private party, remember? That message I gave that chick to give to you?”

She remembered the note she’d thrown away. Then she shook her head. “Sorry guys; no parties tonight! I’m beat and I need to go home!”

“Oh, I think you’ve got time for us, sweet cheeks,” the one with the scraggly beard told her. “We’re not leaving without our private little showing; right boys?”

“That’s right, Curly,” a man with a tattoo on the side of his face added as the four of them advanced menacingly on her. “We locked the door for you, sweetheart. So there’s no need worrying about us being interrupted. Now c’mon, honey; give us a show!”

“Really guys; it’s getting late!” Teri protested. “I appreciate all the attention and the tips; really I do! But I’m dead on my feet!”

Snake Tattoo just sneered coldly at her. “’Dead on my feet’, now that’s a really good choice of words, bitch! Would you like to find out what I mean by that?”

Teri began backing away in alarm, lifting her hands up as though trying to ward them off. “Now let’s not get excited fellas. It’s late, I’m tired, and you all have been drinking pretty heavily.”

“It’s not the booze we want, bitch,” Snake Tattoo explained ominously. “Now get up on that stage and strip for us!”

“Really guys; it’s getting late…”

“He said ‘STRIP’, damn you!” and Curly pulled a chair off a table before emphatically pounding said table with his fist in emphasis.

Teri jumped with a squawk and then backed up toward the stage. “Really guys, there’s no need for…”

“Get your ass up there, bitch!” Tattoo Face snarled menacingly.

Teri realized she really had no choice in the matter, not unless she wanted to risk further antagonizing them. She nervously climbed up onto the stage and then looked around uncertainly. “Uh fellas? There’s no music. What about…?”

“We don’t need any music!” Snake Tattoo barked. “Besides, we don’t want anyone to know you’re still open! After all, this is a private little party; see?”

“Ok, fellas,” the nervous stripper muttered. “I’ll do what you want. Just take it easy now…”

Teri gulped anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn’t good at all! She was all alone with these bastards… and they were liable to do just about anything!

For a moment her mind went blank as she shuffled nervously against the pole. Snake Tattoo got impatient and hollered, “DANCE, BITCH!”

Teri yelped and then started to wriggle around the pole. A familiar song finally came to mind. That’s when she began to writhe and grind a little more rhythmically as she hummed it in her head.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” Tattoo Face called out appreciatively, clapping his hands.

Curly started whooping and hollering as he pounded the table enthusiastically. Snake Tattoo smiled lecherously in appreciation. But it was the quiet one she was worried about the most. He hadn’t said a word the whole time. And the way he was eyeing her made her shiver with dread.

Teri nervously worked through her routine, pulling the long gloves off her hands and then shedding her attire until she was left in nothing but her sexy black lingerie, heels and nylons. The nylons slowly came off one by one. Then she kicked each heel at the bikers.

Curly and Snake Tattoo each caught one with a cry of joy, whooping and hollering. “Fuck the pole, bitch!” Quite Man growled, speaking for the first time.

Teri gulped as she began titty-fucking the shiny metal surface. Eventually she peeled out of her bra to fuck it with her breasts. “I said ‘FUCK IT, BITCH’!” he barked.

She yelped again before peeling off her bottoms. Teri ground her crotch into the pole. Her pussy glistened from a fearful arousal.

“Who wants a blow?” Quiet Man asked ominously. Within seconds, three sets of leather pants were heard being unzipped.

Teri let out a shriek. Then she tried to run toward the dressing rooms. But Quiet Man leaped onto the stage, swift as a cheetah.

He hastily snatched up one of her nylons. Then he quickly lassoed it around her neck. He ominously choked her as he pulled her back.

“NO!” Teri choked out, her arms flailing wildly. “PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!”

He dragged her gasping and gurgling back to the pole before forcing her onto her knees with her back to the cool metal. Then he wrapped her nylons around both her neck and the pole, using the combination as something of a garrote. Teri began choking and gagging as spittle dribbled off her tongue.

Quiet Man had barely gotten out the words “Now who’s first?” before Snake Tattoo had jumped up onstage. His large member had stiffened considerably through his opened fly.

He wasted no time ramming it down Teri’s throat. She coughed and gurgled, her breath partly cut off from the garrote of her nylons around her neck. His large cock threatened to finish the job of stopping her breathing entirely.

Snake Tattoo fucked her face hard as his two companions jumped up on stage with him, their cocks out as well. “Grab ‘em, bitch!” Quiet Man ordered. Teri fumbled for them before the bikers helped her wrap her hands around each of their meaty members.

“Stroke ‘em, bitch! Stroke those dicks!” For emphasis Quiet Man tightened his grip on her nylons, garroting her even more.

Teri’s eyes rolled as her mouth oozed spittle and drool. Snake Tattoo furiously fucked her skull as her face began to turn red. Then with a cry, he rammed it in hard and deep.

Teri shuddered as his cum shot down her throat. Then she got dizzy before suddenly passing out from lack of oxygen…

She wasn’t out for very long. When Teri awoke, it was because she was gagging from Curly’s cock filling her mouth.

She could taste Snake Tattoo’s cum on her lips. She could also tell he’d splattered some of it on her face. But Quiet Man was still behind her, still garroting her with her own nylons.

She choked and gagged, trying to communicate that strangling her wasn’t necessary. But the bikers seemed to love it. In fact, they seemed to love making her suffer.

As Quiet Man nearly strangled the life out of her, Curly pulled out and splattered her face with more cum. He was barely finished shooting his load when Tattoo Face pushed him aside. Now it was his turn to thrust his immense member down her throat.

Teri gawked and gurgled; gawd, she could barely breathe at all! Didn’t the bastards realize that?? But maybe the fucking pricks enjoyed strangling helpless women!

Once more, she found she could hardly breathe at all. She felt faint and dizzy. Then she passed out again with a shudder…

When she came back around, she was grateful to discover her nylons were no longer around her neck. She was in a crumpled heap upon the stage. More cum had been shot into her mouth and splattered upon her face.

“Now let’s clean her up, boys,” she heard Quiet Man declare. “The whore’s become a fucking mess; wouldn’t you agree?”

Tattoo Face went off to get something as Teri lay there panting quietly for breath. She could still feel the sensation of having her nylons wrapped tightly around her neck, even though they were no longer there. It was uncomfortable as hell, and she hoped that the worst was over.

Teri heard the sound of running water, and she began to wonder what was taking Tattoo Face so long. When he finally returned, it wasn’t with the rag she’d expected. Instead, he returned with the janitor’s bucket full of water.

The first thing he did was dunk the mop into the bucket. Then to Teri’s complete surprise, he gleefully shoved the soaked mop in her face, moving the drenched strands back and forth over her cum-spattered cheeks. Teri cried out in protest; coughing, sputtering, and gurgling as the bikers laughed at her.

“Actually, I have a better idea,” Snake Tattoo suggested.

He grabbed Teri by a handful of hair and dragged her on her knees over to the bucket. To her horror, he shoved her face down into the cold water. She could hear him laughing as she bubbled, gurgled, and thrashed about like crazy.

“How’s that, Dean?” Snake Tattoo asked Quiet Man. That’s when Teri thought she heard another fly being unzipped from somewhere behind her.

“That’s just fine, Snake,” Dean replied. Then Teri felt his long, thick cock thrust hard into her wet, spasming pussy.

She screamed a froth of bubbles into the bucket of water as he began pounding her hard from behind. Teri grunted and gurgled, her lungs on fire as she struggled not to swallow water. She thought she overheard Dean tell Snake to make sure she didn’t drown all at once. Then her head was lifted up out of the water, allowing her to cough and sputter as rivulets streamed out of her hair down her face and into her eyes.

“Feel better, bitch?” Snake laughed. Then he shook her head by a handful of her hair before shoving her head right back down into the bucket as Dean continued pounding her pussy from behind.

Teri screamed and bubbled again; she was being raped and drowned! She tried pushing on the floor with her hands. Then she tried to lift her head up out of the bucket.

“Oh no, you don’t!” the bearded Curly blurted out.

He and Tattoo Face grabbed her arms by the wrists. They held them outstretched so she couldn’t resist. Then Snake pulled her head up out of the bucket and sneered at her.

“What’s the matter, bitch? We’re only trying to clean you up!” Then he brutally forced her head back down into the bucket. Teri cried out, exhaling in a froth of bubbles as she was forced to suck water.

While the other two held onto her wrists, Snake let her up for another breath as Dean the quiet man rammed his cock hard up her twat from behind. “Fuck the bitch, man, while we drown her for you!” he yelled as encouragement to his sadistic companion. Teri let out another cry of horror before her head was submerged yet again in a froth of bubbles.

“Fuck, you should feel her cunt from back here!” Dean gasped appreciatively. “The whore’s clenching like crazy! I swear she’s fucking me back like she really wants it!” Then he tipped his head back and let out a roar as he rammed his cock in hard, filling her pussy with his eruption of spunk.

Teri was frightened out of her wits. But her pussy clenched and spasmed involuntarily each time she was dunked. She thought for sure she was going to suffer the humiliation of drowning in a janitor’s bucket! Then she felt his cum inside her, and she got really dizzy before suddenly passing out again…

When she came back around, it was Dean who was holding her head up out of the bucket. Water dripped down into her eyes and all over her face as she coughed and sputtered. Then she felt someone else’s cock thrust hard into her from behind as others hung on to her wrists.

“Take it, bitch!” Dean said with a cackle as he forced her head back down into the bucket.

Teri screamed and bubbled as Snake’s voice called out from behind. “Gawd; you’re right, Dean! Her cunt is really twitching like a tornado! It must be from her not being able to breathe! Fuck, what a rush!”

Teri’s head was pulled back up, and she gasped and sputtered. Then her head was cruelly slammed back down into the water. She screamed again as the bastard Snake fucked her hard. Then she felt it swell inside her until it slammed into her with a vengeance.

Teri screamed as the powerful orgasm caught her totally unawares, tearing through her body and making her shudder like crazy. Snake just let out a cry of “OH FUCK; THE WHORE’S CUMMING!” Then his cock exploded inside her, adding to the previous deposit.

Teri moaned and bubbled until she was pulled up gasping, weakly panting for breath. “Fuck that was good!” Snake panted appreciatively. “Who’s next?” That’s when she heard Tattoo Face eagerly blurt out, “I GET HER ASS!”

“NO!” she cried out in horror. “NOT MY ASS… ANYTHING BUT MY ASS!” Then two of the bikers switched places.

She felt a thick cock press against her anus until her sphincter gave way. When Teri screamed, Dean cruelly shoved her head back down into the bucket. A froth of bubbles billowed up as her ass was brutally violated.

Teri thrashed her head about in the bucket as they held onto her arms. She bubbled like crazy as she was anally raped. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around the thrusting cock inside her as she blew her breath away. But Dean wasn’t about to drown her and end her suffering… at least not yet anyway.

She was pulled back up, coughing and sputtering and whimpering before she was brutally submerged yet again. She could feel the cock raping her anal passage, and it hurt like hell. Teri screamed another froth of bubbles before Dean pulled her head back up.

“What’s the matter, whore; don’t you like it?” he laughed. Teri grunted and whimpered, her body rocking from the thrusts. Then the bearded one named Curly stepped forward right in front of her while still holding her wrist.

“No use letting a perfectly good mouth go to waste; eh, Dean?” he chuckled. Then he thrust his hardening member down her throat.

Teri was asphyxiated by a mouthful of man meat as Tattoo Face pounded her ass. After a few moments, Curly pulled his cock out of her mouth. That’s when Dean brutally slammed her head back down into the bucket for more bubbling and drowning, just for the sheer sadistic pleasure of it all.

She cried out in a flurry of bubbles as Tattoo Face let out a roar. Then she felt his seed pump deep into her bowels. It was so horrific being anally raped and drowned that she surprised herself by actually orgasming again.

Teri cried out, gurgling water as she grunted and bubbled. She was pulled back up out of the bucket, almost half-drowned. There was a dazed look in her eyes as Curly fucked her mouth again.

After several hard thrusts, he pulled out, leaving her panting like crazy. “Now that’s much better,” Dean observed with a cruel smile as he examined her features. “It looks like we’ve got most of that cum washed off your face. Now Joey here needs his cock cleaned.”

The man named Joey with the tattoo on his face suddenly came around front, thrusting his nasty smelling cock into her mouth. Teri was horrified, forced to taste her own ass as Joey fucked her mouth hard. Then she heard Curly gasp with delight as he moved around back and pressed his cock against her anal ring…

GAWD; NOT AGAIN???!!!

He suddenly rammed it in hard. She screamed into the cock in her mouth. Joey pulled out with a sadistic chuckle, leaving her wrinkling her nose in disgust at the taste.

“Need to wash your mouth out, bitch?” Dean asked with a laugh, shaking her head by a handful of hair. Then her head was shoved back down into the bucket.

Teri screamed again, bubbling like crazy as Curly fucked her ass hard. By then, Dean had gotten hard again. He pulled her out of the bucket long enough to fuck her face with his cock.

After many thrusts, he pulled out and shoved her head back down in the water. It seemed when he wasn’t raping her skull, he was trying to drown her in the janitor’s bucket while Curly worked to enlarge her anal passage with his thick member.

She was pulled back up out of the bucket, only to have Dean’s cock shoved back inside her mouth. Then she felt Curly slam his cock hard up her ass as he roared his release, adding his spunk to the gathering mixture. Teri let out a muffled scream into Dean’s cock as it filled her mouth until she suddenly got dizzy and passed out yet again…

Teri was groggy when she came back around. She hadn’t been out for very long. But when she awakened, she realized her situation had not improved.

She was lying naked in a heap on the floor of the stage, the four bikers circled around her. “How about another show, Dean?” Joey asked.

“Why not!” the apparent ringleader of the group agreed.

Teri was grabbed and pulled back to the stripper pole until she was on her knees with her back to it. The nylons returned around her throat. That’s when her eyes flew open in horror, and she managed to choke out a garbled “GAWD; NO!” before she started gasping and gurgling.

Snake went behind the bar, returning about a minute later with a couple of empty bottles. He brought them over, shoving the neck of the first one up into Teri’s pussy. Then he took the long-necked bottle he’d retrieved and gleefully forced it up her ass.

As Dean tightened the nylons into a garrote, Teri began writhing and gurgling, involuntarily fucking both bottles. The bikers watched and cheered until they started to get hard again. Then each one came up to take turns fucking her mouth once more.

Every time Teri started to pass out, it seemed that Dean recognized it and loosened the nylons around her throat. But she seldom got the air she truly needed, with cocks being continuously thrust down her throat. Then she would start to get dizzy again as Dean tightened the nylons around her neck once more.

“Hey, Dean!” Curly gasped excitedly. “What do you say we double-team the bitch?” Dean agreed by releasing his grip on the nylons. Teri toppled forward, coughing and gasping and whimpering as she rubbed her sore neck.

Thankfully, both bottles were pulled out of her holes, although none too gently. Teri was glad they were gone, as she could feel another embarrassing orgasm coming on. Then Curly laid himself out onto the floor on his back.

She was forced to climb aboard, sit on his cock and start riding him. Joey came up behind her. But he sadistically wrapped a plastic bag around her face he’d apparently found from seemingly out of nowhere.

Teri was asphyxiated again as her pussy began spasming involuntarily around Curly’s cock, much to the biker’s delight. “Hey, Joey!” he called out excitedly. “The bitch’s cunt is twitching again! Gawd, man; you’ve got to feel this!”

The bag loosened around her face until Teri could breathe again. Then Joey pushed her forward on top of the nasty smelling biker underneath her. The next thing she felt was the bastard trying to force his own cock inside her from behind… inside a hole that was already occupied.

GAWD NO; THEY’LL SPLIT ME OPEN!

She let out a scream as her pussy was double-violated. Then the bag tightened around her head again as Joey went back to his asphyxiation fun. Once more, Teri struggled to get a decent breath as the bag was pulled up tight against her face.

She started to get dizzy again, grunting weakly as two cocks ravaged her cunt! They were pounding her hole like crazy, not the least bit uncomfortable that their pricks were coming in contact with each other. Apparently, it was more fun for them to join in and try to split her wide open.

Teri tried to scream. But she could hardly get her breath with the bag clinging to her face, outlining the horror in her expression. She was breathless and dizzy as hell.

Her body was wracked with pain as they violated her tender hole. Then her eyes rolled as she started to pass out again. The last thought on her mind was amazement that her body was betraying her by cumming again so shamefully hard…

This time returning to consciousness was not the slow, gentle process she’d experienced previously. She was jarred awake the moment her ass was brutally impaled. Too exhausted to scream, Teri grunted as she awakened to Snake’s cruel face below her, his cock thrust deep in her ass as she was forced to ride him.

“Remember me, bitch?” he chuckled sinisterly. “Then I know you’re going to love this!”

Her eyes flew open as yet another cock tried to press into her anus from behind. Then she heard Dean’s cruel voice in her ear saying, “Two cocks are better than one; wouldn’t you agree?” That’s when Dean’s cock brutally forced its way in, joining Snake’s.

Teri’s eyes went wide in sheer agony. Then she found her voice, and she started to scream. It was abruptly cut off with an “URK!” as her nylons wrapped around her neck again, the ringleader of the bunch threatening to strangle the very life out of her.

“Remember these?” Dean hissed into her ear. Then the nylons tightened. Teri’s anal sphincter began spasming involuntarily as two cocks raped her anal passage.

She gawked and gurgled, amazed a human body could endure such agony. She was unbelievably wet, and she was ashamed how strangely aroused she was. But what was even more humiliating was the way her body betrayed her again. As Dean strangled her while he and Snake raped her ass, she suffered through another violent orgasm that sent her straight to unconsciousness…

When Teri awakened, she was weak all over and thoroughly exhausted. She was lying in a crumpled heap on the stage, cum slowly dribbling out of her cunt and ass. She was amazed she was still in one piece.

She listened intently, but she heard nothing. Maybe the bikers were gone. Then she opened her eyes and saw Dean kneeling there, smiling wickedly at her.

“The boys want one more show, honey,” he told her. “Let’s see if we can give ‘em one, shall we?” Then he hefted a white, nylon noose from behind his back.

Teri’s eyes flew open in horror. She tried to get to her feet, struggling to find the strength to get away. She cried out “NOOO!” as Dean looped the noose around her neck. Then she felt someone tying her hands behind her back with her own nylons.

There was a beam crossing the stage directly overhead, put there to help give the stripper pole some support. Teri cried out in horror as Dean threw the other end of the rope up and over. Then he grabbed the free end and gave her a nasty smile.

“Give us a good dance, bitch!” Then he pulled on his end of the rope.

Teri was lifted up into the air, her feet fluttering more than a foot away from the floor of the stage. Her eyes got big as saucers as she gawked and gurgled, her face flushing red. Then she found an energy reserve she never knew she had.

Her legs abruptly exploded underneath her. Then she began kicking like crazy. Teri grunted in anguish as her body swung wildly.

Joey helped Dean with the rope as the others watched, their slickened cocks starting to harden again. They whooped and hollered as the naked stripper swung back and forth, cum flying out of her cunt and ass. As far as they were concerned, this show was better than any pole dance.

Teri never knew it could hurt so bad. The agony was unbelievable. She was strangling to death by her own weight in the noose.

The more she kicked, the tighter the coil constricted around her throat. She broke into a sweat, perspiration flying as she twisted and swayed. Instinctively, her legs kept kicking and then peddling.

She needed to breathe; Teri was desperate to breathe. But she was hardly getting any air at all. Worse, she could see the bastards standing around watching her suffer while jerking on their damn pricks!

“Hey, Dean; let’s give her a flying fuck!” Snake suggested excitedly.

Before the group leader could give his consent, Snake walked right up to Teri as she swayed and twisted, her legs kicking feebly. He grabbed her thighs and centered his cock against her opening. Then he cruelly rammed it home, impaling her with his dick.

Teri’s eyes rolled as she gawked and gurgled. But she had enough presence of mind to wrap her legs around Snake’s waist. Amazingly, she was able to lift herself a little, enough at least to give her a little sliver of air.

“Damn; she’s fucking herself!” Snake gasped. “She’s really riding my cock just to gasp for breath!”

“Then let’s see if she can take two!” Curly added sadistically.

He came up behind her and immediately rammed his cock hard up Teri’s ass, causing her to jerk and gurgle. She was given a flying double-fuck. But the nylon coil still threatened to strangle the very life out of her body.

The two bikers rammed her holes hard as her face turned a deep shade of red. She kept gawking and gurgling, getting just enough air to keep from passing out. Teri suspected the bastards were going to kill her anyway. All she could do was pray they would just get on with it and end her suffering.

She suddenly felt an explosion of warmth up her cunt. At almost the same time, she felt the cock in her ass release its load. Then both bikers pulled out, leaving her swaying limp and lifeless.

She was too exhausted to fight anymore; she was nearly gone. Her face was rapidly turning a mottled purple. Her body was becoming numb.

Teri felt her bladder release. She was far too helpless to prevent it. It was shameful and degrading; she just wanted it all to end.

All of the sudden she jerked in the noose as the rope gave way. Then her body crumpled onto the floor of the stage, the nylon uncoiling from around her neck. She gasped and moaned, lying in her own urine as her lungs pulled fresh air into her lungs.

“Fucking hell!” Dean blurted out angrily. “I didn’t tie the damn thing right!”

“That’s ok, Dean!” Snake told him reassuringly. “I think the whore should die on the pole like the stripper-cunt she is!”

Teri didn’t resist as she was jerked none to gently back over to the pole on her knees. Her wrists were freed from her nylons, only to be retied once her arms were wrapped around the pole behind her. With her back to the pole, Dean took her remaining nylons and wrapped them around her neck, using them as a garrote one last time.

“Remember this, bitch?” he chuckled cruelly. “Any last words?”

Before she could rasp for breath, he began tightening the nylons around her neck. Teri felt that familiar agony return to her throat from having been strangled previously. Then she felt Curly sadistically shove the bottle back up her cunt, the same one that had been put there before.

She didn’t care they were doing the same thing to her once again. Then she felt him cruelly ram the other one with the longer neck back up her ass. Teri gawked and gurgled, her eyes wide.

Her face was turning red again as the nylons cut deep into her neck. “Last chance for a blowjob, boys!” Dean called out. The bikers came up one by one to thrust their hardening members into her mouth one last time.

Teri shuddered and gurgled as she tried to breathe. But this time Dean wasn’t giving her any respite. “Aw, the hell with it!” he declared, and he pulled as hard as he could before tying off the nylons to the pole.

Teri’s eyes bugged out as her body began bucking and jerking in its death throes. Her air had been totally cut off. Her pussy and ass involuntarily clenched furiously around the necks of the bottles shoved up her holes as she started to get dizzy.

Her face turned a deep shade of red as the bikers stroked their cocks while taking turns thrusting them in and out of her mouth. Once more, she felt it well up from somewhere deep inside her. Her mind told her she was dying, and that she was going to humiliate herself by orgasming one last time.

Teri experienced a warm explosion of pleasure that washed all through her body. Her face felt flush as her limbs went numb. Her struggles abruptly ceased as her tongue peeked out through her ruby red lips.

The last thing she felt was the splatter of more cum on her face, although she didn’t seem to care anymore. Then Teri… finally… felt nothing at all…

The bikers continued fucking the yielding mouth, taking turns spraying her face with their cum despite the fact she was no longer responsive. When she was thoroughly coated – and their sexual appetites sufficiently sated – they drunkenly made their way to the exit. They decided that Teri’s last show had been the best show ever…

The next morning, she was found kneeling with her back to the stripper pole by ‘Mr. Sleazeball’ himself. One half of her nylons were wrapped tight around her neck and the pole to garrote her. The other half were wrapped around her wrists, tying her arms behind her back.

As it turned out, the bikers weren’t very bright, at least not in their drunken condition. Their dried cum was found splattered all over Teri’s face. What’s more, there was more evidence that had accumulated inside the two bottles that were found with their openings shoved up the dead stripper’s holes.

It took less than a week to track them all down based on all the forensic evidence they’d foolishly left behind at the scene…

2012; 2022 (written at Teri’s request Sep 2 ’12; ed. Jul 9 ‘22 by riwa)

(Picture provided by Teri for illustration purposes.)

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She owed them – an Emma story 4 (27)

Note: this is an older Emma story I thought you might enjoy reading.

Emma knew something was wrong when she heard the car door slam outside the three bedroom house she rented with two other female roommates. The slamming of a car door always meant that either Becky or Rhonda had gotten pissed off about something. But when she went into the living room and looked out the window, she knew this time it had to be bad. They’d been dropped off in a vehicle she didn’t recognize.

The two came in through the front door, grousing at each other. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Rhonda sputtered furiously.

“Seriously?” Becky retorted in exasperation. “Are you going to keep bringing this up all fucking night?”

“What happened?” Emma asked in confusion. “Where’s your car?”

“The stupid bitch wrecked it!” Rhonda snorted, motioning at her roommate. “She still doesn’t know how to drive!”

“That old lady pulled right out in front of me!” Becky protested. “There was nothing I could do!”

“That’s just great!” her angry roommate responded. “So how the hell are we supposed to go clubbing tonight?”

Becky suddenly stopped and looked at her perturbed housemate. Then she looked over at Emma as a wicked smile began to blossom all over her face. “No problem, hun. I think we’ll just take Em’s car. Besides, she owes us.” Rhonda’s face instantly brightened as Emma’s clouded over.

“Oh HELL no!” the petite little Asian blurted out. “You’re not taking my car out tonight! I’m driving over to Edward’s house and picking him up to go to the bar!”

“I thought as much,” Rhonda snorted. “I see you’re all decked out in your hippie outfit, with those boots you bought with our money.”

“I told you I’d pay you back!”

“Yeah, but that was weeks ago!” Becky said with a wave of frustration. “You think you can get away with anything you want around here? Well not tonight, you little slut! You fucking OWE us! Edward will just have to wait to get his cock sucked! We’re taking your car to the club!”

“The hell you are!” But now Rhonda stood with her roommate to grin wickedly at their Asian housemate. Her anger over the wrecked car was subsiding as a new target presented itself.

“You owe us for sure, you little slut! It’s too bad Edward won’t see you in that slutty outfit tonight. I’ll bet you were going to gag on his cock like a good little whore too. That’s just too bad. Why don’t you go get her keys, Beck?”

“With pleasure.”

“Wait a minute!” Emma protested, stepping in front of her taller roommate. “You can’t just take my car without my permission! Why should I trust you with mine when you just wrecked yours?”

“Because you don’t have any choice in the matter,” Rhonda chuckled gleefully. Her anger over the wreck was gone, now that the two of them were focusing their attention on their smaller roommate. “Now go get those keys, Beck. We’re not missing the Club tonight.”

“NO!” Emma protested, standing defiantly in front of her roommates. Rhonda just grabbed her by the arms, pulling her out of the way while allowing Becky to step on by to retrieve the keys.

“Hey! You can’t do this! You’ve got no right!” She struggled in Rhonda’s arms as her other roommate went to her room and began rummaging around.

“We’ve got every right in the book!” Rhonda laughed. “You know you owe us. You were just going to go out and suck cock tonight anyway.”

“The slut just can’t get enough cock; can she?” Becky’s voice called out from Emma’s bedroom with a laugh.

“You get the hell out of my room, you bitch!” Emma began to struggle harder as Rhonda held onto her.

“I don’t think she wants us to take her car, Beck!”

A voice from the bedroom called back, “Then I think we’d better make sure she won’t have any need of her car tonight, don’t you think?”

Emma was indignant. “You bitches can’t do this to me!”

“We’ll do anything we damn well please!” Rhonda snorted.

“Let me go, you bitch!”

Emma strained enough to pull out of the grasp of her roommate. Then she ran toward her room, hoping to intercept the keys before Becky got her hands on them. But at that moment, Becky stepped out through the bedroom door, the keys held triumphantly in one hand while several coils of rope hung in the other.

Emma skidded to a halt in alarm, her eyes wide. “You WOULDN’T!” she blurted out in horror.

“You can’t drive anything if you can’t move your arms and legs,” Becky told her with wicked amusement.

Rhonda giggled as she came up behind the alarmed Asian. “Hello, Edward?” she said aloud as though making an imaginary phone call. “This is Rhonda. I’m sorry, but Emma won’t be able to make your date tonight. I’m afraid she’s a little tied up at the moment.” That just made Becky laugh.

Emma whirled to face her. “You bitch! You WOULDN’T!”

“The hell we would!” Becky called out as she approached. “Grab her, Rhonda! We’ll use that chair in the living room with the arms!”

“NOOO!” Emma tried to make a break for it. But Rhonda grabbed her arm.

The petite little Asian somehow managed to struggle free, only to have Becky tackle her to the ground with a laugh. “GET OFF ME!” Emma bellowed in fear and anger. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

“Sure we can,” Becky giggled. “After all; we need your car. Besides, you owe us, remember?”

“I don’t owe you bitches anything! And I don’t deserve this!”

Emma cried out, thrashing around in Becky’s grasp as Rhonda brought the chair over. “You’d better knock it off and let me go or you’re both going to be in so much trouble!”

“You’re the one who’s in trouble!” Rhonda retorted. “You’ve had this coming for a long time, you little slut!”

“Let me go – let me go! You’re going to pay for this!!”

“Get her, Rhonda! Put her in the chair! It serves her right!”

“IT DOES NOT! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU TWO BITCHES! I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut!”

Emma cried out in protest as the two wrestled her into the chair. Rhonda forced her to sit as Becky began tying her to the chair. Emma kept struggling as they secured her tightly with several coils of rope.

“LET ME GO – LET ME GO! YOU CAN’T TAKE MY CAR, DAMNIT! YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

“Shut up, you little bitch!”

“BECKY, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” That’s when her captor turned and grinned at her roommate.

“Why don’t you get something to shut her up, Rhonda? She likes cock, so I think that penis gag in her dresser drawer should work just fine, don’t you?”

Emma eyes flew open in horror, and she started shaking her head. Rhonda chuckled at her before heading off to her bedroom. Emma cried out, “NO – NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! STAY OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU BITCH! DON’T GO IN THERE!”

“But I thought you wanted to suck cock tonight,” Becky said in mock protest, grabbing Emma’s head by the chin and giving her a shake. “This way you can suck on one all night long. It just won’t belong to Edward is all.”

“NOO! LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU BITCHES GOT NO RIGHT TO TIE ME UP LIKE THIS!”

She gasped as Rhonda emerged through the doorway of her bedroom with a nasty grin, brandishing the wicked looking penis gag. Becky turned to look at her roommate and the gag before turning back to give Emma’s head another shake. “This ought to shut you up for awhile, you little slut!”

“No – NO! NOOO! YOU’VE GOT NO RIGHT!”

Rhonda came up to her, but Emma defiantly closed her mouth. “Open up, bitch!” she snarled at her bound roommate as Becky continued securing her to the chair. “Don’t be so stubborn! Besides, it’s not going to do you one damn bit of good!”

“BITCH!” Emma yelled. Rhonda just grabbed her head and forced the penis end hard between the struggling Asian’s teeth.

Emma let out a muffled cry as it was shoved in deep. It made her thrash about all the more. Rhonda just held it in place, strapping it on tight as Becky worked to tie each of Emma’s arms to each arm of the chair.

“MMMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMMMPH!”

She talks too much, don’t you think?” Rhonda laughed. “This is fun. We should do this more often.”

“MMM-MMM! MMM-MMM!” Emma shook her head in anger and frustration, her body tingling like crazy in fearful eroticism.

Becky finished securely tying the Asian’s legs to the legs of the chair. Then she stepped back with a sigh of triumph, brushing her hands together for a job well done.

She and Rhonda stood there looking at their squirming roommate with intense satisfaction. “She looks pretty hot wriggling around like that,” Rhonda observed, her eyes flashing lustfully. “That hippie outfit and those slutty boots really look good on her. You think she’s wearing anything underneath those jeans?”

“Doubt it,” Becky giggled. “I’ll bet she went all commando down there.”

As if to confirm her suspicions, she deliberately reached down and rubbed Emma’s crotch. The Asian’s eyes flew open wide. Her struggles abruptly ceased as she started to writhe and moan helplessly.

“Oh she’s definitely naked under there,” Rhonda agreed. “Maybe the little whore was hoping for a little cock action before the night was over.”

“Is that true, Em?” Becky asked with an innocent smile as she rubbed her roommate’s crotch. “Were you hoping for a little cock tonight?” All Emma could do was writhe and moan as her eyes started to roll.

“Sorry we don’t have time to stay and play,” Rhonda chuckled, lifting up and displaying Emma’s keys Becky had set down while tying up her roommate. “But we’ve got a club to go visit tonight. Thanks for the use of your car, Em.”

Emma let out a muffled cry of protest. Becky stopped rubbing her crotch and stepped back. “So what do we do with her now?” she asked her partner in crime. “Do we just leave her out here in the living room?”

Rhonda looked all around and then smiled evilly. “No,” she answered. “I think we put the little slut in there and leave her.” Emma let out another muffled cry of horror as Rhonda pointed out the closet door behind her.

“Perfect!” Becky said with a laugh. “That’s just perfect!” She can be all alone in there and suck all the cock she wants to her little Asian delight.”

Emma cried out as her roommates got on either side of her chair and lifted her up. They carried her over to the closet and opened the door. There was just enough room to put the chair all the way inside.

Emma frantically shook her head. She didn’t want to end up in the closet! Her lungs were heaving, her heart pounding a mile a minute. What’s more, she had massive tingles hitting her hard from her captivity.

The girls put her inside the closet, chair and all. “Now don’t you go anywhere,” Becky chuckled at her. “You just enjoy that cock in your mouth, Em; ok? And if we happen to run into Edward tonight? We’ll give him your regrets. We’ll just tell him you got all tied up and couldn’t get away.”

She and Rhonda laughed at that as Emma let out another muffled cry of indignant protest. Then they closed the door on her. The only light coming through the crack below the closet door was the setting sun, its rays still streaming in through the front window.

Emma panted heavily for breath, her eyes trying to adjust to her surroundings. “You ok in there, Em?” Rhonda called out with a laugh. There was a muffled cry in response.

“Don’t worry, hun! When we come back, Becky and I are going to take care of you good and proper, ok? You’ve had a night like this coming for a long time now. After all, you owe us big time!”

“Thanks for the car, Em!” Becky added with a laugh. “You’re a good roommate to let us use it like this!” There was another muffled cry as they laughed before heading off to change into their clubbing attire.

Emma thrashed about, struggling to free herself. She listened intently, thinking the girls hadn’t left just yet. Surely they were just playing with her, and were going to free her any moment now.

She thought she heard giggles and the words “Bye – bye, bitch! Don’t wait up for us!” That’s when the front door slammed shut with a loud thump. Emma was left all alone in the house, tied up to the chair and stuffed into the closet.

She whimpered helplessly, wondering how long she was going to be all tied up in the closet… “MMMMMMMMPH!” She panted heavily, staring at the crack at the bottom of the door. She could tell it was getting dark outside.

The bitches hadn’t bothered leaving any lights on. Soon it would be dark inside the house. What’s more, no one would know she was all tied up in the closet.

“MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMPH!” Then she heard the distinct sound of her car engine. A moment later she thought it sounded like it was backing out of the drive. Then she heard it speed off.

Emma cried out in anger and frustration as she struggled in the chair. She even tried rocking in it. But the closet was very narrow.

She banged quietly against the walls, achieving nothing. The sound wasn’t nearly loud enough to alert anyone to her plight.

The securely bound Asian paused to catch her breath, forced to suck and swallow her own saliva from the penis gag in her mouth. Surely there had to be some way out of the predicament she found herself in. If only they hadn’t tied these damn ropes so tight!

All of the sudden she became aware of a quiet hum coming from somewhere nearby. A moment later she felt the floor vibrate the soles of her boots. It was the refrigerator’s compressor.

NOOO!

Emma’s eyes flew open in alarm as she began frantically wriggling her toes, trying to lift her feet up off the floor. But no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t elevate them up off the buzzing floor. Oh gawd; this was bad!

The frightened Asian whimpered and moaned as she tried one last time to free herself from the chair. She’d put herself in bondage many times before, and had always been able to get herself out of it. But this time Becky had tied her in good and tight. There was no way she was getting free without some sort of assistance.

The floor vibrations from the refrigerator were sensuously assaulting the soles of her feet. Emma whimpered helplessly as electric jolts entered her feet through her boots, shooting up her legs and settling in her crotch. That’s when realization fully set in…

She wasn’t getting loose on her own. She might very well be trapped in the closet for many hours to come…

The petite little Asian moaned as she was suddenly hit with a massive climax. Her eyes rolled as her hands flexed like crazy. Her toes wriggled and curled in her boots, her back arching as she shuddered hard in orgasm.

It took her breath away, and she almost passed out. Then it mercifully passed. Emma moaned weakly, slowly shaking her head. That’s when she became aware of the buzzing in the floor beneath her boots.

The refrigerator’s compressor was still going strong…

She whimpered as more electric fingers of eroticism crawled up her legs and settled in her crotch. She began wriggling again, causing the seam in her jeans to rub her kitty. She instantly regretted not putting on any panties.

She writhed and moaned, squirming helplessly as the sensations built up. She was going to pop off again, and she couldn’t stop it! By the time her roommates came back, there would be nothing left of her but a massive pile of goo!

…and then the compressor mercifully shut off…

Thank gawd!

Emma sagged weakly, thankful for the break. It was going to be a long night. She needed to do the best she could to conserve her strength. All she could do now was pray her roommates would change their minds and come back to set her free.

She tried not to wriggle around too much, struggling not to make any movements that might work against her. She was painfully aware of the seam of her jeans rubbing her crotch. Emma winced in agony. That had turned out to be a rather devastating decision, choosing to go commando simply because she wanted to get off while kneeling and sucking Edward’s cock.

She panted quietly, swallowing the saliva in her mouth she kept producing. It made her suck on that damned penis gag in her mouth all the more, and she moaned in frustration. Those bitches had really set her up but good!

She wasn’t sure how long it was before she heard the phone ring. She grunted in response as she heard the answering machine pick up. That’s when she heard Edward’s angry voice…

“Emma? Where the hell are you?? You were supposed to be here to pick me up forty minutes ago! Did you change your slut mind and decide to go to the Club with your roommates? Emma?? Emma, pick up! Emma, where are you??”

Emma began writhing in frustration and embarrassment, struggling anew to free herself. “I’M TIED UP IN THE CLOSET, EDWARD!” she tried to cry out at the phone. “THOSE BITCHES TIED ME UP, LEFT ME IN HERE AND TOOK MY CAR! IT’S NOT MY FAULT!”

“I’m going to assume something happened, Emma, ok? I’m coming over to the house, so don’t go anywhere. Maybe your car broke down or something, or maybe you had to go out for a second and will be coming right home. So don’t go anywhere, ok? I’m on my way.” Then the line went dead.

Oh, no! How was he going to be able to get inside the house, much less locate her in the closet and set her free?

Emma felt a terribly erotic surge of tingles wash through her body. She began to squirm yet again. Then she heard the compressor kick in again, causing the floor to start buzzing beneath her boots.

It hit her so fast she had no time to prepare herself. Her eyes rolled as her body shuddered from a second humiliating orgasm. This one seemed more powerful than the last.

Her hands flexed helplessly as her feet cocked and curled in her boots. Then it passed. She was left whimpering and moaning as the compressor continued to tease the soles of her feet.

She tried to ignore the sensations while trying not to think about what was happening to her. But it was virtually impossible, especially the way the seam in her jeans kept hitting her kitty just right. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and wriggling, moaning and whimpering as another orgasm threatened to overcome her.

She suddenly caught the sound of a car door closing. Emma cried out into the penis gag in her mouth. A few seconds later she heard a knock at the door… “Emma? Emma, you home?”

“MMMMMMPH! MMM-MMM-MMMMMMMPH!” She struggled like mad to free herself, crying out in an effort to be heard.

“Emma? Did you decide to blow me off tonight? I don’t see your car anywhere!”

“MMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMPH! MMM-MMM-MMMMMMMMPH!”

“Damn you, Emma! I’m going to the bar! You’d damn well better be there when I arrive, or there’s going to be hell to pay!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMM-MMMMPH! MMM-MMMMMPH!” She frantically shook her head, frustrated she was unable to communicate her plight to him.

“I’ll be at the bar, you little slut! It’s up to you if you want to come see me or not!” Then she heard footsteps as he walked back to his car. She heard a car door slam, followed by a vehicle pulling away. That’s when she lost it again.

It shot up her legs, slamming hard into her kitty. Then she popped off yet again, her body surging with a hot wave of pleasure. Emma moaned weakly as her eyes rolled again.

She got dizzy as hell as her toes curled in her boots, her hands flexing weakly. But the compressor refused to stop. It mercilessly vibrated through the floor so that she felt it in the soles of her feet.

Emma eyes rolled as she was hit again by another devastating orgasm. This time she was battered senseless, and she mercifully passed out…

Emma had dozed off, only to have the compressor to the refrigerator kick in and vibrate the soles of her feet. She awakened writhing and whimpering, causing the seam in her jeans to rub her kitty relentlessly. Ultimately, another climax claimed her until she passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.

Unfortunately, the cycle kept repeating itself all night long…

She finally awakened to a bright light several hours later. The closet door was open. Her roommates were looking in on her, apparently having just returned from the club.

They smelled of alcohol. She moaned weakly as they giggled at what they saw. “Damn, Beck! She looks wiped out! Just look at her crotch! She’s soaked!”

Can you smell it?” Becky added with a laugh. “The little slut smells of sex!” Then she grinned at the dazed little Asian.

“Have you been having fun in here, Em?” Emma just moaned weakly in reply.

“Don’t go away,” Rhonda giggled. “I’ve got something for you, Em.”

She rushed off, only to return a couple minutes later with a Hitachi wand. “Oh fuck!” Becky chuckled. “Rhonda, that is so cruel!” Rhonda just laughed as she turned the wand on and pressed it up against Emma’s soaked crotch.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror. She tried to shake her head as her kitty was mercilessly buzzed through her jeans. She wriggled helplessly, the seam in her pants hitting her just right.

She tried to cry out in protest, struggling to communicate in some way that would make them stop. A moment later, the buzzing was too much. Her eyes rolled as her body shuddered in orgasm, her hands flexing helplessly as her feet curled in her boots.

“Fuck; that’s hot!” Becky gasped with delight. “Just look at her cum! The slut loves it! Here, let me have a turn!”

Emma tried to shake her head… “Gawd, no! Make it stop!” That’s when the compressor kicked in with perfect timing. Becky cruelly vibrated her soaked crotch using the Hitachi wand until she popped off yet again.

Emma’s eyes rolled as her back arched in orgasm. Her senses overloaded until she passed out, slumping in the chair. Her roommates giggled at how erotic the whole damn thing was.

Emma barely remembered waking up as her two wicked roommates freed her from the chair. She remembered them saying something about her needing to get all cleaned up. Then she was vaguely aware of a bath being drawn for her.

She was stripped out of her clothes and then dumped rather unceremoniously into the bathtub. Her two roommates began scrubbing her down with sponges. But they couldn’t resist having a little more fun with her as they started dunking her.

Emma cried out, bubbling weakly as they forced her head under time and time again. “You fucking deserve this, you little slut!” Becky laughed as she pushed down on the writhing body of her unfortunate roommate. Emma cried out a froth of bubbles as the eroticism of her forced bath overcame her in another devastating climax.

Rhonda and Becky took turns giving her a good dunking as they sponged her down. Emma was too weak to resist. She kept going under in a flurry of bubbles. It finally became too much for her to handle, and she orgasmed again until she passed out.

Her roommates finally relented by helping her out of the bath and drying her off. Then they took her to her room and put her to bed. In seconds Emma drifted off, her body sexually exhausted.

Rhonda and Becky concluded that it had been loads of fun tying up and torturing their roommate into cumming over and over again. They decided they just might have to do it again in the very near future…

2012; 2022 (written for “Emma” Mar 21 ’12; ed. Jul 21 ‘22 by riwa)

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