A mother and daughter fighting over Tony 4.4 (43)

Posted on June 16, 2025 by riwa

Mom and I have been fighting over men ever since my college days.

I still remember the first time it happened. I took Henry home to meet mother. The next day after my last class, I could not find him anywhere.

I tried calling and texting. But there was no answer. So I went home.

Imagine my shock when I caught him in mom’s bedroom. Henry was naked, lying flat on his back. Mom was impaled on his shaft, riding him like a cowboy.

I broke up with Henry shortly after that. I met another boy I liked. But when I took him home to meet mom, he ended up fucking her before the week was out.

All my college boyfriends were like that. I even complained about it to mom. She said it wasn’t her fault they kept coming on to her. What else was she supposed to do?

I didn’t believe that for a second. In some way, I think she was jealous. She was getting older, while I still had my youth.

I started doing one-night stands, figuring mom would try to nail them after I’d used them. And I was right. Once mom found out about them, she had to have them too.

I didn’t know what else to do. So I started going after mom’s boyfriends. It wasn’t that hard.

She gave me hell for it. I told her I was only doing to her what she kept doing to me. She wasn’t the least bit sorry.

One day, I caught her with a guy I was seeing. After he left, I took her nylons and strangled her with them. She passed out, which scared me half to death.

When she came back around, I warned her. I told her I would kill her the next time I caught her fucking one of my guys. But she still refused to take any responsibility, blaming me for everything.

Afterwards, there were a few times I caught her fucking someone in her house while they were choking or strangling her. She seemed to like having rough sex. I wondered if it was because of that one time I had choked her with her nylons. A part of me hoped someone would one day strangle her to death during sex.

Once, I was fucking a guy she really liked. She came home unexpectedly and caught me riding him in her bed. So she came up behind me and strangled me with one of her stockings.

I clenched around the guy’s cock inside me until I passed out. The last thing I remember was cumming incredibly hard. Mother never did apologize for it.

After that day, I introduced erotic asphyxiation into my sex life. If mom’s guys loved doing it to her, I made sure they did it to me as well. And I tried to be even sexier about it than she was.

I finally moved out and got my own place. From then on, I tried to be more discreet about who I fucked and who I allowed to meet my mother. But there were exceptions.

Some guys were kind of lousy in bed. Those were the ones I introduced to mother. I didn’t care if she fucked them or not.

Things took a strange turn when I met Tony. He was close to mom’s age, and they were both dating. But he was masculine as hell, and I fell for him the first time I saw him.

I snuck into mom’s house when he was there so I could watch them going at it. He was really rough on mom. He choked and strangled her until she passed out.

I finally met Tony and invited him over to my place. It didn’t take long for him to figure out I was mom’s daughter. But that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

We really went at it in my bedroom. He choked and strangled the shit out of me. But I came like gangbusters.

Unfortunately, things didn’t change much. He kept dividing his time between mom and I. I was jealous as hell. Didn’t he realize I was younger and a much better catch?

One day I went over and caught them having sex again. This time, mom was riding him in bed with a noose around her throat. The rope went up into an eyebolt in the ceiling and came down in Tony’s hand.

He kept pulling on it, strangling her as she bounced up and down on his prick. I mentally urged him to strangle the fucking bitch to death. But he never went quite that far.

The next time he came over, I had a noose all set up in my bedroom. He looked at me and smiled. “You’ve been coming over to watch your mother and I fuck; haven’t you?”

I just smiled coyly as I told him, “Wouldn’t you like some younger meat to have fun with?”

“Indeed I would.”

We climbed into my bed where he took full advantage of the noose I’d set up. At first, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. It hurt like hell, and I couldn’t breathe.

Soon, it turned into all those other times where I’d been choked or strangled during sex. Being unable to breathe made the sensations shoot straight to my clit. I found myself cumming up a storm as his spunk leaked out of my pussy.

He still split his time between mom and I. I did everything I could think of to keep him. But he loved going over and fucking my mother too.

One day, mom came over and caught us in bed together. I was riding him again, the noose around my throat, and my hands tied behind my back. I knew it was her when she screamed, “You cheap little whore!”

She grabbed the rope out of his hands and jerked me upward. It both frightened and excited me. The last thing I heard was Tony telling my mother, “You’re making your daughter cum; you know that, don’t you?” Then my orgasm battered me senseless.

When I awakened, Tony and mom were gone while I was lying in bed. But the noose was still around my neck, my hands still tied behind my back. It took me half an hour before I finally freed myself.

The showdown came a week later. Mom came over and demanded I stop seeing Tony. I told her she was a slut, and I suggested she should stop seeing him. She responded by slapping my face.

“You cheap little whore. I know what we should do. Let’s go over to Tony’s and let him decide.”

I agreed. So she drove us over in her car. But on the drive over, I questioned how I was going to get home if she got angry and refused to drive me back.

We both pounded on his door until he answered. He was angry, wondering what we were both doing there. We told him he had to make a choice. One of us had to go.

He seemed annoyed. Then he appeared to think it over. He finally let us inside.

Mom and I were none too happy. We wanted an answer out of him… and right away. He told us there was only one way to decide something like this.

Mom smiled as she asked, “The Hanging Room?” He nodded in reply.

I’d never been to Tony’s house before. So I didn’t know anything about this so-called ‘Hanging Room’. It made me jealous that mom knew more about him than I did.

He took us to a back room. There were all sorts of accessories in there. Mom acted like she’d seen it all before.

What caught my attention were the two nooses hanging from two pulleys up in the ceiling. I glowered at mom as I asked, “You’ve been back here?”

“Many times, you cheap little whore.” She seemed proud about it.

“Slut! I should have known.”

Tony made us strip. Mom’s tummy was starting to get bigger with age. I still couldn’t figure out why Tony couldn’t decide between us, when it should have been an obvious choice.

He went and got some sort of hood to wear. He said he wanted to look the part. Mom encouraged him by telling him to make sure he executed me good and proper.

Tony began by tying mother’s hands behind her back. Then she smirked at me, “You’re not going to be able to cut it, you cheap little whore. I can stand being in the noose a helluva lot longer than you’ll ever be able to.”

“You’re getting old, mom. You know I can outlast a slut like you at everything: hanging or sex.”

“Let’s find out, you cheap little whore.”

Tony tied my arms behind my back. Then mom deliberately walked up to the noose on her right. To show I wasn’t afraid, I walked right up to the noose on the left.

“You can hang her to death if you want, Tony. She’s a cheap little whore; she means nothing to me.”

“Go ahead and hang my mom, Tony. She may be getting older. But I’ll bet those sagging boobs will bounce real nice for you.”

“Whore!”

“Slut!”

Tony snugged mom’s noose up tight. A part of me really wanted to watch her hang to death. I was excited and dripping.

Next, Tony snugged my noose good and tight. Mom just grinned at me. “She deserves it, Tony. Hang the whore!”

“You two bitches sure do hate each other.”

“My slut mother deserves to hang, Tony.”

“You can give my daughter a flying fuck as she hangs, Tony… so long as it’s the last fuck she ever feels.”

“Are you two bitches ready?”

“I’m ready, Tony. String me up like I know you want to. Then hang that cheap little whore good and proper.”

“I’d love for you to hang my mom to death, Tony. I’ll bet you’d like that too; wouldn’t you?”

“He’s going to get off hanging you to death, you cheap little whore. Ok, Tony. Take us up and let us dance for you. I know I’m going to last a helluva lot longer than this cheap little whore standing next to me.”

Maybe I should have been frightened. But I wasn’t. Mom was acting as though she’d done this many times before. And since she was acting all confident about it, I wasn’t about to let her see any fear in my eyes.

“Toes first?” Tony asked.

“My toes are ready, Tony. But I don’t know about this cheap little whore standing next to me.”

“My toes are just fine,” I retorted.

“You’ll think differently when they start hurting.”

Tony got behind mom and started pulling on her rope. I noticed her reaching back to grope for the bulge in his pants. How many times had he played this game with her in here?

I heard the pulley click until Mom was up onto her toes. I heard her rasp a little. Then she gasped, “That’s perfect, Tony. I’m wet as hell.”

Tony got behind me and started pulling on my rope. I reached back to rub and fondle the bulge in his pants. He was really hard about all this.

My pulley clicked until I was lifted up onto my toes. It really hurt like hell. But it also sent an erotic jolt straight to my cunt.

Tony came around front and looked at us both. “Damn! You naked bitches are fine gallows birds!” Then he started groping and fondling us, touching us all over.

Mom writhed and wriggled as he fingered her. Then he did the same to me. It felt incredible the way he stuck his fingers up inside me.

Erect nipples, dripping cunt… Mom looked incredible in her noose as her body broke out into a sweat. Yet a part of me still wanted her to hang to death for the way she’d been treating me. Seeing her suffer in breathless agony was doing me a world of good.

Mom looked over at me and smiled. Somehow she managed to get the words out… “You look good… for a gallows bird… you cheap little whore. Your nipples are hard… and you’re dripping like a cheap little whore. Tony’s really going to enjoy… hanging you to death.”

It was the first near-compliment mom had paid me in ages. It made me feel all warm and aroused inside. But I still wanted Tony. If that meant I had to last longer in the noose before being let down, I was going to make damned sure I won.

“You bitches ready for the ultimate thrill?”

“Hang me, Tony! I know how much it turns you on.”

“You know it does, baby.”

“Hang me,” I rasped. “Hang me, and I’ll show you the time of your life.”

“Cheap little whore!”

“Slut!”

Tony slowly pulled on mom’s rope until she rasped, “Gawd; yes!” I watched as her toes left the floor. She reached down for it with her feet. But she could barely brush the surface with her big toe.

Tony moved behind me and started pulling on my rope. I strained to keep in contact with the floor. Then I willfully rasped out, “Yes!” as he pulled me up into the air. After all, I wanted mom to know I was just as aroused and turned on as she was.

Mom’s legs fluttered a little. Then she tried to hold them still. I had to force myself to hang limp to keep from exhausting myself too soon.

I heard the doorbell ring. Tony smiled as he said, “Excuse me, ladies.” Then he left us. He actually left us hanging there!

Mom rasped a little as she swayed back and forth. Then I heard her gasp, “Don’t….. kick. Save your… strength.” Wait; now she was giving me pointers??

My nipples were incredibly hard, my pussy dripping like crazy. Mom’s nipples were as hard as mine, her slit glistening with moisture. I even saw a rivulet slither sensuously down her leg.

I heard a female voice out in the other room… “What do you mean ‘you’ve got company’? I thought we were going to spend some quality time together! And what’s with the hood?”

“I couldn’t help it, Arlene!” he replied in apparent protest. “They just came over and barged their way in! The hood is for, well… something special.”

“They? You’ve got more than one back there? Have you fucked ‘em yet? I know you, Tony.”

“Not yet. Right now, I’ve got ‘em noosed up. It’s a mother and daughter I’ve got in back.”

“A mother and daughter? Noosed up, you say? Can I see?”

“Sure. C’mon back.”

I glanced over at mom. She was still trying to remain motionless. I assumed it was because she was still trying to outlast me.

Tony entered the room we were in with a young, blonde woman in tow. Son of a bitch! She was even younger than I was!

I heard mom rasp and grunt. Her feet fluttered a little before she tried to go back to holding them still. But I know all of mom’s expressions. She was clearly upset at the presence of the new girl.

I got a sliver of a breath as my toes wriggled a little. I knew things would only get worse if I started to fight my rope. So I fought like hell to remain still. But I was just as upset as mom was, seeing Tony with another bitch, especially one so young and attractive.

“Wow!” Arlene gasped. “Fucking awesome! They’re naked and everything! And you’ve got them both up in the air! How can they still be alive like that?”

Tony smiled as he replied, “They’re trying to see who can outlast the other?”

“‘Outlast each other’? How long have they been up?”

“Oh, about six or seven minutes. Those nooses are nice and thick.”

“Why are their nipples so hard?”

“Because asphyxia turns them on.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Just look at their pussies!”

Tony walked right up to mom and stuck his fingers up her cunt. I heard her rasp and grunt. She even appeared to wriggle a little. Hell, she was probably clenching.

He pulled them out and showed them to Arlene. “See how wet she is?”

“Wow! Can I have a look?”

He grandly motioned as he told her, “Sure; help yourself.”

She came right up to me and stuck a couple fingers up my slit. I rasped and wriggled as I dangled in the noose. But no matter how much I tried to resist, I could not help clenching.

“Wow! She’s really squeezing! Fucking awesome!” That’s when I caught mom giving me that “cheap little whore” look.

“Their bodies love it,” Tony explained. “They clench like crazy as they cum up a storm.”

Arlene gave me a push, and I don’t think it was accidental. It felt like my noose tightened a little as I swung back and forth.

“Since you’re here…” Then Tony walked over to a set of drawers and opened it up. That’s when he pulled out a couple of toys and brought them back.

“Vibrating dildos,” Tony explained as he gave one to the blonde bitch. “Stick it up her cunt and see how long she can hold onto it. After all, she’s trying to outlast her mother.”

Arlene steadied me from my swinging back and forth. She slowly forced it up inside me. I rasped and wriggled as it filled me.

I saw Tony shove the one in his hand up my mom’s cunt. It went all the way in. Then he turned it on, just as Arlene turned mine on.

The buzzing set me to clenching like crazy. I could not keep my legs from kicking a little. When Arlene mentioned it to Tony, he explained it meant I was enjoying it.

I glanced over to see mom trying her best to hold still. But I could see her pussy quivering around the toy shoved up her snatch. Then she appeared to start undulating right there in place, wriggling like some worm.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene gushed. “That is so fucking hot! You mean to say they’re really mother and daughter?”

“Yes, they are. I’ve been fucking them both. Then they came here to make me choose between them. See? Just look at them! Like mother, like daughter!”

The toy inside me was making me clench like crazy. I, too, started wriggling like a worm. I had to fight like hell not to lift my knees upward.

I thought about trying to push the buzzing toy back out. But would I lose to mom if I did? My pride made me work to keep it inside me.

“Choose between them?” Now Arlene was unhappy. “You mean you’re gonna pick who you decide you’re gonna keep?”

“I thought I’d let their nooses decide for me. Besides, you’re just in time. I think the mom here is just about to cum.” I found it odd he didn’t refer to mother by her first name.

Mom rasped as her eyes rolled. Then she really started to wriggle like a fish on a line. It looked as though she was clenching with her thighs.

Maybe I should have been more sympathetic. But seeing mom wriggle like that was a tremendous turn-on despite the agony around my neck. Fuck; I kind of wanted to see her cum and then hang to death!

My own cunt betrayed me though. Maybe it was the noose; maybe it was the toy; maybe it was seeing mom; or maybe it was Tony and Arlene watching. All I know is that I started writhing and wriggling as I tried to squeeze that vibrating toy inside me.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene gasped when she saw me wriggling as well. “Look at ‘em go!”

Mom rasped and grunted. Then she started to hump the air right in front of her. A moment later, she started to kick and pedal.

I don’t know why it swelled within me so much. But it wasn’t long until I started thrashing about in my noose, just like mom was doing. My orgasm hit hard, and my eyes rolled as I humped the air in front of me like crazy.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene breathed rapturously.

“That’s not all,” Tony added. “The way their cumming and humping the air like? Now it’s a race to see who can piss herself first.”

“‘Piss herself’, Tony?”

“That’s usually the moment their organs shut down as they die in the noose.”

Had I heard right?? Were mom and I about to hang to death??

I looked over to see mother writhing like crazy in her noose. She really appeared to be squeezing on that toy inside her. Then she started humping the air again.

Something must have triggered inside me, because I suddenly lost all control. I kicked and thrashed about, humping like crazy. I saw mom’s eyes roll as she climaxed. It just sent me tumbling over the precipice of agonizing pleasure into another orgasm of my own.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene breathed again. “Wow; just look at ‘em go!”

“Won’t be much longer,” Tony added quietly.

The bulge in his pants clearly indicated he was enjoying our suffering. Arlene was breathing heavily as she touched herself. Apparently they were both excited that mom and I were working our way towards hanging to death.

Mom suddenly became animated, kicking and swinging like crazy. I went off a split-second later. We both humped and kicked until we exhausted ourselves at virtually the same time.

I no longer had the strength left to put up a struggle. The noose claimed my throat without any resistance on my part. My lungs heaved in vain for a single, solitary sliver of air that was never going to come.

I heard the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. I thought I saw mom’s pussy dripping heavily. Then I heard a second splattering as my own bladder relieved itself, no longer under my control.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Tony motioned with a grand gesture.

“So who are you choosing?” Arlene wanted to know.

“Why isn’t it obvious? Neither one of them is going to be alive much longer.”

I tried to yell at him to get us down. But I couldn’t make my lips move. Besides, I was much too tired.

Mom gently swayed back and forth right next to me. She appeared to have no life left in her. I should have been more concerned about the shortness of my remaining time on earth. But all I could think of was that I’d outlasted her. I’d even gotten a couple of orgasms out of the deal! Then darkness claimed me.

2022 (written Dec 2 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the Shooter drawing.)

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Tribal Justice 3.3 (30)

Posted on June 9, 2025 by riwa

“We would enter your hut, Troe!” a voice called from outside.

Troe recognized the voice of council member Jonn. He rose from his sitting position on the floor in alarm. Obviously he would not be here unless it was important.

He saw Jonn in the open doorway. Mish and Fraut were with him. Seeing them confirmed his belief this was not a social call.

His daughter Nicha rushed up and grabbed his arm. “Father, don’t let them take me!” She sounded alarmed.

Her outburst surprised him. Why was she frightened by their presence? He waved her back, motioning she should stay in her place.

He called out, “You may enter. My humble abode is your home as well.”

He bowed low as the three council members entered. “How may your humble servant serve you?”

Jonn was all business. “We would search your daughter’s possessions.”

Nicha’s eyes grew wide. “Father… NO! Do not let them!” Then she backed into her corner in terror, arms outstretched defensively as she pleaded, “Do not let them search!”

He looked at her in surprise. “Daughter, what is this about?”

“Please father, do not let them search!”

Troe turned to Jonn, giving him a questioning look. The council member’s visage softened. “I am sorry, Troe. Two witnesses say your daughter has stolen. We are here to determine the truth of their words.”

Troe turned to his daughter in shock. “Is this true, Nicha?”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Please father…”

“IS THIS TRUE?” His loud tone made her jump, causing her to quiver with fear.

He knew his daughter. A moment later the truth flashed in her eyes. It pained him greatly.

“Why, Nicha?” he whispered in sorrow.

She was caught and she knew it. There was no point trying to deny the truth, much less put off the search. “They were such beautiful items, father!” she sobbed. “I could not help myself!”

Troe looked at her with sadness and disappointment. “You have broken my heart.” Then he bowed his head low as he quietly added, “I have failed my family.”

The words punctured her heart like a knife. She had never dreamed her theft would affect her beloved father in this manner. She had never even considered how her actions might reflect back on her family.

Suddenly she was afraid. She was certainly guilty of the theft. Was her father in peril now? What would they do to her family?

There was only one honorable thing left to do. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Then she faced her accusers.

“Council member Jonn, may I speak?”

“You may speak, Nicha.”

She dried her eyes while swallowing her pride. The young woman tried to regain her composure as well as what little dignity she had left. Then she stood tall.

Her heart beat fast as she told them, “The dishonor is mine alone to bear. I am guilty of the theft. I will produce the stolen items.”

She went over and bent down. Nicha lifted the corner of her mat and retrieved two hidden necklaces. She was trembling as she went over, stretched out her hands and then offered the contraband to the council member.

Jonn took them from her. He examined them in front of the other two. They nodded their heads in agreement.

“These are the stolen items,” he sighed heavily. “I am sorry, Troe.”

Her father didn’t even raise his head. He was crushed, the weight of the world heavy upon his shoulders. He devastated his very own daughter would do this.

What was to happen to him now? What would happen to his wife and two young sons? He was thankful they were not around to witness this terrible revelation.

“Father,” Nicha said in a trembling voice. “You did not fail me. I failed you. I failed our proud family. The guilt is mine and mine alone. I will face punishment with honor and humility.”

She had decided to accept the consequences of her actions. Now she wanted to find some way to return honor to her father and the family. Perhaps the council members would then show them mercy.

Her father slowly looked up at her. He knew what that punishment would be for this crime. It was hard to look into her eyes.

“My daughter… my Nicha… your mother… what will I tell her?” Then he bowed his head as he shook it in sorrow.

She turned once more to the council members. “Tell me I will bear the punishment alone. Tell me my folly will not be charged to my family. “Please; I beg of you!”

It was not honorable to plead. But she was seeking to intervene for the lives of her father, mother and brothers. Punishment was not only swift, but it often swallowed up entire families so as to remove any possibility parents or siblings might act in a similar manner in the future.

Jonn looked at the faces of his two companions. They nodded their heads in acceptance. Then he turned to face Nicha.

“You have admitted your guilt. You have returned the stolen items. And you accept the consequences of your actions. This is a grave matter. Yet, there is still honor in this hut. Troe, your family will not be held accountable. You are hereby absolved from the stain of this offense.”

Tears of relief welled up in Nicha’s eyes as her father replied, “I accept the council’s decree, Jonn.”

His family’s honor had been restored. But it had come at the cost of his daughter’s life…

—–

Nicha walked in front of the three council members with her head held high. Her family had been spared. That was all that mattered.

She had done a very foolish thing. Now she would pay the ultimate price. She would meet her end with dignity.

Villagers saw her solemnly walking in front of the council members. Immediately they knew something was wrong. They all stopped their activities and joined the growing procession.

Troe’s wife came running over from the community garden in alarm. “Husband; what is happening? Where are they going with Nicha?”

“To the lagoon,” he said dully. His shoulders were slumped. There was intense sorrow in his eyes.

“No! Not my Nicha?!”

She started to bolt toward her daughter. But her husband grabbed her and held her beside him. She began to wail as she started to protest, “Let me go – let me go…!”

“No, Lei-aun,” he told her with all the strength he could muster. “Nicha has admitted her guilt. She intends to take the walk honorably.”

Lei-aun was horrified. What had her daughter done?? She was being led to the lagoon! Lei-aun knew full well what that meant.

“NOOOO!”

She began to wail with grief, mourning the loss of her daughter. Her cries triggered the other women of the tribe. They also began to sob and wail. Custom dictated they could not join in the mourning ritual until the wife or mother first initiated the grieving process.

Nicha flinched with pain when she heard her mother’s wails. She heard the shrieks and cries of grief. It cut her to the quick.

She wanted to hug her mother once more. And she desperately needed some sort of affection from her father, if only for one last time. But now it was too late.

At this point she was no longer permitted to touch her family. Doing so would only implicate them in her crime. Then they would be forced to share her fate as was the custom of the tribe. She did not wish for that to happen.

When they reached the beach, she made her way over to the dock. She solemnly walked to the wooden raft and the cage that sat upon it. Her heart pounded in her chest.

A fire had been built nearby. It was waiting to consume her garments. She would face her final moments with the shame of nakedness.

The procession stopped at a pre-arranged point. The condemned along with the council members walked the final steps alone. Nicha struggled to keep from collapsing on rubbery legs.

Lei-aun and the women wailed loudly. The men stood quiet and solemn. Younger ones crowded around, morbidly curious to witness what was about to happen.

Nicha stopped upon reaching the fire. She turned to face the council members. Then she submissively lowered her head.

“May I speak? I vow by King Neptune who waits to receive me that I will not dishonor the tribe with my words.”

Jonn quietly consulted with his two companions. Eventually they nodded in agreement. The three of them then turned to face the crowd.

They raised their arms high. It was the signal indicating the condemned would be allowed to utter a few words.

The wailing died down. Lei-aun sobbed quietly, despairing she would never see her daughter betrothed. Now Nicha would never bear her grandchildren.

“You may speak,” Jonn said to Nicha once the cries had subsided.

She turned to face the crowd. In a loud voice she called out, “Members of the tribe! I have broken tribal law. I have stolen!”

Murmurs swept through the crowd. Now they understood her crime and the reason for her punishment. Some buzzed in shock and surprise.

“I alone must bear responsibility. I humbly request you take all dishonor from my family and our tribe for this grievous crime. Place it squarely upon my shoulders, and mine alone.”

She trembled as she spoke. Her words were braver than she felt. Then she heard the congregation chant, “Dishonor be upon you.”

She almost lost her footing as her legs shook. She wanted to break down and sob. But that would only cause more pain for her family as well as those who had once looked up to her.

She went on, trying to keep her voice from quavering. “Young ones, be warned. Honor your parents. Honor the tribe. Honor tribal law. Now I go to King Neptune…”

Her voice trailed off. It was setting in she would never see any of them again, family or friends. She had to fight to hold back the tears.

Jonn nodded with acknowledgment at her words. “You have spoken with honor, Nicha. Now it is time to remove your garments.” He said it as kindly as the situation would allow.

Nicha slipped out of the woven top her mother had made for her. Then she discarded the bottoms she had helped weave with her father’s sister. It left her feeling totally exposed and vulnerable.

She felt bad she had to toss them onto the fire. They flared to life, crackling and smoking as the flames began to consume them. And with that, it was done.

Without another word she walked naked to the dock. Niche carefully stepped onto the raft. Then she submissively dropped to her knees and entered the cage.

At that moment her mother and father turned away. They were forced to turn their backs on their only daughter now that she was naked. They had to make a show of disowning her now that her disgrace was complete. It was tribal custom.

He could only hold them back so long. Then the tears began to flow down Troe’s cheeks. His wife sobbed quietly, unable to contain her grief.

The cage was made with the bleached bones of former criminals. There were arm and leg bones that crisscrossed. They combined to make the four walls, floor and ceiling of her execution chamber.

A skull sat on each of the four corners. Four spinal columns came up from the top middle part of each wall. Four additional skulls were attached at the top.

The skull of a ram’s head hovered over all. The bones had been bleached before being interconnected. It was a rather surprisingly strong prison.

Jonn closed the opening she had stepped through, securing her inside. The other two council members joined him on the raft. Together the three of them pushed away from the dock using long, paddle-like poles.

The women began to mourn and wail once again. Younger children waved bye-bye, not truly understanding what was happening. It would be left up to their parents to explain it to them later.

Nicha’s heart pounded in her chest as she was paddled out to “the place of the guilty”. They were taking her out beyond the “Island finger”. She was going to the place where those who broke tribal law were offered to Neptune as a gift.

They had to be far enough out so the water god would not punish the tribe. There they were going to push her into the sea inside the cage. In this way they would consign her to Neptune.

Nicha’s father had tried to explain this to her long ago when she had first learned to move through the sea with the fish. He had taught her that Neptune accepted these gifts by sending his aquatic subjects to eat the guilty. In that way the soul went straight back to him. This act was also what prevented storms and sea beasts from attacking the tribe.

Nicha had always thought there was more to it than that. She thought life was above the water. But she wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

Villagers who swam with the fish too long could not come back. Their “life”, as she considered it, bubbled out of them. Once released, it could not be put back.

Once in a while a young one swam with the fish too long. They needed “life” blown back into them through their mouth. She knew that once she was dropped into the sea, her “life” would bubble away long before the fish came and started nibbling on her.

Despite her fear, it was this aspect of her “life” bubbling out of her that now excited her. She had played bubbling games with her friends in the past. They would see how long they could hold their “life” before they swam up to the top of the water to get more.

She had learned something special. She would always try to hold her “life” inside her for a long time before she went up for more. It always made the lower part of her body tingle with wonderful sensations.

On one occasion she had been out swimming with the fish. Her friend Tinsia had swam out to her. She had demonstrated how to make those tingle sensations stronger simply by touching herself in certain places.

Nicha had been hesitant at first. She had been taught that touching those places was reserved for those who joined together and became mother and father. But her friend had said if you did it by yourself in a lonely place, it was ok.

To show her, Tinsia had actually touched her. She had fingered the place where hair grew between her legs. Then she had stuck two fingers inside the opening.

Nicha had tensed nervously. Then her body had shaken from a wonderful tingly sensation. For a moment she thought she might be sick. But she had only experienced pleasure.

Tinsia had reassured her, explaining how she had observed her mother and father. She’d revealed how her mother shook the same way, experiencing similar sensations from certain times with her father. Thus, her parents would treat each other better for a while after they had engaged in such an activity.

Since that day Nicha greatly enjoyed going out to the lagoon by herself. She would swim with the fishes while holding her “life” inside her. Then she would touch herself until her body shook from those same wonderful sensations.

Now she was going to be dropped over the side of the raft while being inside the cage. Her “life” was going to bubble out of her. She was now most definitely afraid.

What surprised her was the way she was also filled with a strange sense of anticipation. Inside the opening near where the strange hair grew, she felt all wet and sticky. She could not help noticing how the tips on her mounds had risen. These were indications she’d learned from past experience that alerted her those tingly sensations were not far away.

She suddenly detected a lack of forward momentum. The council members had stopped paddling. “We are here, Nicha,” Jonn said soberly.

She gasped as her heart leapt in her chest. She felt a huge lump in her throat. Her existence was now mere moments away from ending.

She wanted to beg for her life. But she refused to make the effort. She was determined not to dishonor herself or her family any more than she already had.

She also did not want to dishonor the three council members who had taken it upon themselves to bring her out here. She knew how sorrowful they felt. She had already brought them pain by forcing them into this necessary action.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. Then she declared, “I am ready.” The words did not match her spirit. But she believed they still needed to be uttered.

“Very well,” Jonn replied. “We will slide the cage forward. Beware you do not get a piece of wood splintered into your skin.”

Nicha smiled inwardly. Concern for her welfare at this moment was strange indeed. At this point did it really matter if she was injured before she went into the water?

She could tell he did not want her to suffer needlessly. After all, he was closer to her family than most. She wondered if he felt as though he was delivering his very own daughter to Neptune.

He appeared to be struggling to remain strong in front of the other two council members. She realized there was even more pain she had inadvertently caused. If only she would have considered the potential consequences of her actions before taking the pretty necklaces.

Nicha shifted her position. She made sure she was kneeling on the bones of the cage. That way it would be easier for it to slide along the wooden surface of the raft.

It had been worn smooth in many places. But every now and then a splinter worked loose from the sun, wind and rain. She did not wish to be hurt by one now.

The three men pushed until the cage slid forward. Nicha’s eyes grew wide with fear and anticipation. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as a part of the cage slid out over the water.

Jonn signaled to the other two members. They were to push as hard and as fast as possible. There was no point in prolonging what was to befall Nicha.

The cage slid forward. It reached the edge and started to tip into the sea. Nicha instinctively cried out before gasping as much “life” into her lungs as possible.

The raft momentarily became unbalanced. The cage picked up speed. Then it entered the water at an angle before starting to settle.

There was no more time for words. One moment she was at the surface. Then next, she was in the water with the fishes, the cage taking her straight to the bottom.

The condemned and the cage sank quickly. A small trickle of bubbles marked the place where it went down. Up at the surface Jonn murmured, “Goodbye, Nicha.”

For a moment he fought to hold back the tears. Then he gathered himself. In a loud voice he called out across the sea….

“King Neptune? I humbly request you treat this gift with honor and respect.” Then the council members did an about face to begin their paddling back to the village. There was no more thought given to Nicha.

The cage reached the bottom and quickly settled upright onto the sand. Somehow Nicha maintained her kneeling position. Some of her “life” bubbled out of her mouth.

The sun shone brightly. It fully illuminated the water. Nicha had a view of hundreds of feet in any direction.

She saw the raft heading back to shore. It jolted her, filling her with fear. It was official; she was truly about to suffer the consequences of her actions.

As usual, her body began to tingle with those feelings she had grown accustomed to whenever she was in the water. Only this time, they seemed stronger. The tips of her mounds stood erect from the sensations she was experiencing.

That area where the hair grew strangely seemed very sensitive. She was alone; no one was witnessing her final moments. What would it hurt were she to experience pleasure again before “life” bubbled out of her?

She reached down and rubbed that area. Nicha made sure to touch that little piece of skin that always became swollen. It felt so good whenever she brought her fingers across it.

More “life” bubbled out past her lips. ‘Maybe I’ll see King Neptune,’ she thought as she ran her fingers across the hairy area. ‘I wonder what he looks like.’

She began to feel that familiar pain inside her. It always occurred whenever she needed to go up to the surface and breathe more “life”. It was a pain that burned in the upper part of her body.

She stuck two fingers deep inside her. She felt gratitude Tinsia had showed her so long ago. Now she would get to experience that tingly sensation one last time.

She wondered what it would be like not having “life” in her body. Would she be able to see… to feel? In her fear there was a certain sense of wonderment at the new journey she was about to embark upon.

More “life” trickled away, drifting up toward the surface. The pain was becoming intense. It was more than she had ever experienced before.

This was the longest she had ever gone without “life”. It felt like the fire she had thrown her garments into. A similar fire was now burning hotly inside the upper half of her body.

Her lower extremities began to shiver in that area where she felt the tingles. She rapidly thrust her fingers in and out. Her body instinctively reacted in rhythm to her hand movements.

Nicha sensed the moment was close at hand. There was regret she would never see her family again. She experienced both fear as well as a sense of perverse excitement.

“Life” burst out of her mouth. She simply could not contain it anymore, no matter how hard she tried. Instinctively her lungs tried to take in what was not available at the bottom of the lagoon.

Nicha got water down her throat. At that moment the sensations she longed for totally enveloped her. They seemed to shake her like leaves in a wind.

Instinctively she swam upward. Nicha only succeeded in hitting the top of the cage with her head. Then she started flailing with her arms and legs.

Her body convulsed as she jerked around. Spasms overwhelmed her. That’s when a second orgasm slammed into her, much stronger than the first.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations shook her. She convulsed painfully until it felt like there was no more “life” to expel. Nicha grew still as air trickled out of her mouth and nose.

She stared with lifeless eyes. Her mouth hung open from her last failed attempt to get “life”. That’s when it seemed like she was walking in a mist.

It was very strange. It felt like she was inside one of those fluffy white clouds up in the sky. Then she saw someone approaching.

Was it King Neptune? He looked familiar. Then he stopped right in front of her.

She smiled when she saw it was her father. He hugged her as though there would be no consequences from such an intimacy. Then he told her, “Your honor has been fully restored.”

Nicha was filled with joy. The vision of her father began to fade. Then everything went dark all around her…

2004 (written Apr 13 ’04; ed. Nov 6 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by a creation I found which I included for illustration purposes.)

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An experience of vore in a hotel room 3.1 (15)

Posted on June 9, 2025 by riwa

“MMMMMMMMPH! MM MM MM-MM MMMMMPH!”

“I’m so very glad you asked that question, hun,” Susan said with all the charm of a serpent. “I kidnapped you and brought you here to my hotel room because I was quite taken with how attractive you are. You see, I’m drawn to attractive women, especially the stuck-up ones! I could tell right away you have one of those attitudes!”

“MMMMMPH??!! MMM MM MMMPH MM-MM MM MMMMPH!”

“Oh, the cuffs on your wrists and ankles serve a dual purpose, my dear. For one: I like my bitches in a state of limited mobility. It makes them more compliant and a lot less difficult. On the other hand: I like my damsels in distress, especially since I’m the one who put them in that position in the first place. It’s a turn-on for me, don’t you see?”

Susan couldn’t resist giggling as she continued… “That should also explain the tape over your eyes and mouth, hun. I don’t want you to see anything. Nor do I want you to get all mouthy on me while I’m having my fun with you. It makes you look frightened, helpless and vulnerable… traits I simply adore in the bitches I play with.”

“MMMPH???!!! MM MMMPH MM-MM MMM MMM MMMMMPH!!”

“That’s right; you guessed it,” Susan said with a chuckle. “That’s EXACTLY why I stripped you down to your panty hose. You want to guess what I’m wearing?” As if to emphasize her question Susan reached down and started sexually stroking the object she was sporting attached to her waist.

“MMMMPH??!! MM MMMPH MM MMMMMMPH!”

Susan giggled, “Right you are. It’s definitely a strap-on! I’m so pleased you’re looking forward to my using it on you.”

Susan giggled, acting as though she understood every muffled word of protest. “You DO know what I do with strap-ons; don’t you, hun? I fuck stuck-up, attractive bitches like you. You look like you could use a good fuck! And I’m the one who intends to give it to you. This hotel room will be perfect for fucking you! Why, it even has a mirror over the bed angled downward so I can fully enjoy every delicious expression on that face of yours!”

Julie looked up in horror. Her feelings were exactly as the bitch had described them. She was frightened, helpless and vulnerable.

The only thing the woman had allowed her to wear was her panty hose. And she still felt exposed! She whimpered and grunted pitifully, wondering how the hell she had gotten herself into a mess like this.

She remembered the bitch buying a drink for her at the bar during her lunch hour. After that she remembered feeling a little woozy. From there… nothing…

That bitch! Had she spiked her drink and then brought her here against her will? Did anyone know she was missing? Did they even care??

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Susan told her enthusiastically as she continued stroking her strap-on. She was getting so turned on that she couldn’t help groping her boobs.

“To be perfectly honest, I suspect I’m only doing you a favor. I’m betting you could probably use a good fucking; am I right? You probably haven’t been fucked in years, not after acting all stuck-up like that. But I must say: your erect nipples indicate you’re sort of looking forward to this, aren’t you?”

“MMMMMMMPH!! MM-MM!! MM-MMPH!!”

Both women were so wrapped up in their respective roles, neither one saw the faint flash of light that bled out through the doors of one of the big closets. Neither saw the strange creature slowly push the doors open to investigate its current surroundings. Julie was too frightened to focus on anything but her abductor. And Susan was too eager to fuck her plaything to notice the intrusion.

“Oh, you’re going to scream, hun,” Susan giggled. “I can promise you that. Essentially it’s the main reason for the tape over your mouth.” Then she leaned forward, dropping her voice into a seductive whisper.

“But you’re going to have plenty of juicy orgasms. You see, I really know how to operate this thing. I know how to fuck bitches like you. And I certainly know how to make them cum as they scream with pain and pleasure.”

Julie was rolled onto her back where she started crying out. She was desperately trying to scream as she brought her legs up. But her cries were muffled.

There was no way on earth anyone could hear her unless they were only a few feet away. She knew she was doomed. It was just as horribly arousing as it was frightening.

The creature – if you could call it that – slithered further into the room. It had no way of identifying the two women inside. It didn’t even know what sort of life forms they were.

All it knew was that it was hungry. Somehow it had been transported to this strange location. And there were now two sources of food it sensed directly in front of it.

Susan purred, “Oh yes, hun. Let me feel those nyloned feet of yours,”

She reached out and grabbed them, much to Julie’s consternation. Then she began to moan softly. She could not resist running her hand up and down Julie’s leg.

“Such lovely legs you have,” Susan cooed softly, still oblivious to the danger behind her. Then she began to lick and kiss Julie’s feet.

“I just love panty hose on bitch’s legs. I love to run my hands up and down their legs and make them tremble. Are you trembling yet, hun? I’ll bet I’m making you wet, aren’t I? I’ll bet you can’t wait to feel my strap-on rape that stuck-up cunt of yours. Your nipples are getting hard so I KNOW you must be getting wet just thinking about it.”

Julie moaned and whimpered, feeling helpless and frustrated. She was totally blind, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She couldn’t even scream out for help. What’s more, she was indeed becoming shamefully aroused by the actions of this bitch. It was humiliating beyond belief!

Susan continued licking Julie’s feet while caressing her legs. She loved the way the poor woman moaned and whimpered. She had every intention of seducing her first. Then she was going to fuck the shit out of her!

She absolutely loved softening them up. It was so damned erotic making them think she was going to be kind and gentle. Then she would throw the switch, brutally having her way with them by making them scream into the tape covering their mouths.

Behind her the slug-like snake-creature slowly rose up. It quietly exposed the rows of teeth in its gaping maw. There was one source of food directly in front of it right now. Even better, the life form wasn’t even running away! This would be far easier than all the other times it had searched for food.

“You have such cute tootsies!” Susan giggled. “Has anyone ever told you that?” She was still so obsessed with her victim that she failed to notice there was danger directly behind her.

Julie trembled with fright; there was nothing she could do! She had already tested her bonds. She wasn’t getting free unless the bitch unlocked her cuffs.

She thought about trying to fight her off. But resistance might do her more harm than good. She was shamefully aroused, and it was embarrassing beyond belief.

Susan first noticed something was wrong when she detected an unusual smell. She had no way of knowing it was the creature’s digestive enzymes preparing for a meal. “What the hell??” she frowned in alarm.

Everything suddenly went dark. She was overcome with sharp pain as her head was sucked into its gaping mouth. She began to scream as she was pulled off her feet.

She screamed in absolute horror; oh, how she screamed. She had no clue what had grabbed her head, no fucking clue whatsoever. Her first thought was that someone had come to rescue the attractive, stuck-up bitch. But that thought was dashed almost immediately as her shoulders were pulled in as well.

Susan’s screams became more and more muffled the farther in the creature swallowed her. She had no idea where she was being pulled into. It absolutely terrified her. Her senses simply could not process what was happening to her.

Julie suddenly rose up onto her knees in alarm. What the hell was going on?! Her abductor was screaming, acting totally out of character!

Something strange was happening. She didn’t know what the hell it was because she couldn’t see a thing. All she could do was grunt in alarm, trying to peer through the tape covering her eyes while feeling even more vulnerable.

Susan kicked frantically with her legs as she was pulled further inside. It was slimy and gross. She could actually feel something stinging her flesh… something tingling. Her screams were all but cut off as her brain began telling her she was probably going to die.

Julie hesitantly reached out with her hands. It was as though she was attempting to ascertain what was going on by feel. Did she dare try to remove the tape from her eyes?

Her captor’s cries were becoming less and less audible now. Was she being dragged out of the room? Or was the bitch toying with her somehow? Goading her into doing something she would dearly pay for. Julie had no way of knowing.

Julie thought she sensed frantic movement – the kicking of her captor’s legs perhaps? But she couldn’t for the life of her understand what was going on. Was she being rescued? If so, why didn’t they call out to reassure her?

At some point the creature intuitively sensed this was special food. A sharp spike formed on the opposite end of its body, supposedly on its tail. Then that spiked tail came upward.

Susan let out a cry of alarm as her pussy was penetrated. She couldn’t see a thing. She was encased in pitch black slime.

She could certainly tell when something had penetrated her womanhood. Instinctively her hands came down to feel for it or try to block it. Being fucked while trapped inside this environment was even more terrifying than she could have possibly imagined.

It went right through the natural hole in her black panty hose, penetrating deeper and deeper. Susan screamed as she was intimately and deeply violated. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

It suddenly began to pulse, pushing deeper and deeper. Susan was suddenly overcome with an incredible wave of orgasmic pleasure despite the acidic feeling all over her skin. Then she began to cum and cum and cum, her body shuddering as she screamed from an orgasm so intense she thought it was going to kill her.

About that time Susan became aware of something warm filling her womb. Whatever had penetrated her was cumming too! There was so much of it that she could not contain it all as it began spewing out of her pussy.

Susan suddenly stiffened as a fire filled her insides. She felt orgasmic, mixed with incredible pain. It felt like something was eating away at her from the inside… as though she had been filled with some sort of acid or something.

She tried to scream, but her vocal chords failed her. Every muscle felt locked up. She couldn’t seem to move a muscle.

Now there was pain everywhere, both inside and out. She shuddered as the creature continued pumping its digestive “seed” into her spasming body. Susan would have willingly changed places with her captive if only it would spare her from the agony of her situation.

The creature lifted her up off the floor as though preparing to finish her. Susan could do nothing except experience pain. It was an all-encompassing agony covering every inch of the surface of her body.

She also felt exquisite pain eating away at her insides. She shuddered and gurgled in terror in the utter blackness of the belly of the beast. The slug-like snake-creature continued to devour her, enjoying the free, delicious meal.

Susan was unaware she’d lost her strap-on. It no longer mattered. She was certainly in no position to use it anymore.

The creature slumped onto the floor of the hotel room. That made it easier to finish swallowing its meal. Susan no longer put up a struggle as she didn’t have the strength. But she was still all too painfully conscious as the acids started to break down her flesh, digesting her both from within and without.

Julie knelt on the bed, grunting and whimpering in alarm. She could not fathom what was going on. This was totally unexpected.

She tried to look all around through the tape covering her eyes. At the same time, she concentrated on her sense of hearing. She struggled to understand the strange sounds occurring inside the room she was in.

Strangely, her abductor spoke not a word. Where the hell was she? What the hell was she doing??

She did not see the creature slowly pull the rest of Susan’s body into its maw. Nor did she witness those black-nyloned legs being ingested a little at a time. The sounds in the room were strange.

She was also beginning to detect a strange odor. But what should she do? Did she dare risk ripping the tape off her eyes? Would she be punished far worse if she did?

The creature slowly swallowed the last of Susan’s body until only a pair of black-nyloned feet remained. Then these too were inevitably ingested. Its meal lay unmoving within its digesting interior, putting up no fuss whatsoever.

Perhaps it was time to avail itself of the second morsel of food it sensed nearby? That might be for the best. Otherwise it might have to risk going a long time before its next meal.

That did it; something was desperately wrong! Julie squirmed around on the bed until she got too close to the edge where she fell off with a thump. The creature immediately rose up and turned in the direction of the noise. That’s when Julie rose to her knees, trembling from a sense of fright and uncertainty.

“Hello?” she tried to cry out through the tape covering her mouth. “Who’s there? Hello?? Won’t somebody help me??”

Her words were muffled. But they were loud enough to generate a response she did not anticipate. The creature now zeroed in on her immediate location.

It suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Julie’s head and shoulders into its maw. She started struggling and screaming, trying to withdraw from whatever she had gotten herself into. Her terrified cries were muffled by the tape over her mouth. Somehow this did NOT seem to be associated with her captor!

Whatever she was being pulled into was slimy and gross. There were punctures of pain. There was also a strange tingling all over her flesh as she came in direct contact with something wet and acidic.

Between the tape and her location, it was pitch-black. Julie had absolutely no idea where she was. The horror of the unknown drove her insane.

She suddenly came across something oddly familiar. She grunted as she felt around with her face. She thought she recognized the faint sensation of nyloned legs all covered with slime.

It was the bitch who’d abducted her! She was in the same peril! Wherever she was, she was being pulled inside to join her!

Julie struggled to back out of whatever hell she now found herself in. But her arms were pinned to her sides; totally useless. She couldn’t rip the tape off her eyes even if she wanted to, although maybe it was better if she didn’t. All she could do was scream and scream until she was reduced to grunts and gurgles.

The creature didn’t even bother to penetrate this one with its digestive enzymes from its tail. It simply began the process of digestion from the outside. Julie screamed again before shuddering as her body started to go numb on her. That’s when her bladder released. A mixture of cum and piss squirted out of her as she orgasmed so very, very hard.

She was pulled further inside onto the slimy, unmoving body of her abductor. The bitch wasn’t moving; she was sure the woman was dead. And she was just as certain she was going to suffer the same fate.

She suddenly felt her companion start to twitch and jerk underneath her. Ohmygawd; the bitch was still alive in here with her! Julie desperately tried to scream, but nothing would come.

She felt fire all over her body as though something was eating away at her flesh. She tried to struggle, but she was numb all over. It was pitch black; she could only feel the body underneath her twitching and spasming by her sense of touch. It was unfathomable; her mind simply could not comprehend what was happening to her.

Julie suddenly had a crazy thought. Was she being eaten alive? Had her captor suffered the same fate? It seemed highly unlikely. But what else could it be?!

She had no idea how long acidic fire burned her flesh. She twitched and jerked as her companion wriggled and writhed underneath her. It took much too long before consciousness faded away into merciful oblivion as her internal organs began to fail.

The creature suddenly sensed it was time to go. It did not understand how, nor could it fathom how it knew.

Its muscles began to undulate until it regurgitated its victims. Most of the nourishment had already been withdrawn from its two meals. It felt satisfied enough to depart.

Two slimy bodies that looked vaguely feminine were vomited up onto the hotel floor. Then the creature headed back from whence it had come. When it got inside the closet there was another strange flash of light and energy. Then it was gone, leaving two decomposing corpses in its wake. They would certainly prove to be a challenge for the CSI unit in the city to process…

2013; 2020 (written for Odin Oct 26 ’13; ed. Nov 6 ‘20 by riwa)

(Poser renders are courtesy of Odin and are for illustration purposes.)

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Boyfriend next door 7 3.5 (22)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

It didn’t take long to find out what kind of breath-hold this was going to be. I thought I was going to get my cock sucked again. But that’s not what happened.

This time, Mrs. K wrapped her thighs around my head. Then she mashed her slit against my mouth. That was about all I saw,

I used my tongue the best I could. It was shamefully arousing to be forced to lick pleasure into her sweet box. Then I wondered about my mother.

Was she getting licked out by my girlfriend? Was she looking over at us, watching her next-door neighbor getting eaten out by her son? The idea made me incredibly embarrassed. It also made me shamefully hard.

I don’t know how long we were submerged like that. All I know is that I was kept down until my lungs started to heave as I bubbled into her pussy. That’s when I wondered if they were going to drown us.

Mrs. K finally climbed off and helped me to the surface, being as how my lungs were empty. Mom and Kristin had just reached the surface as well. They were panting loudly, trying to get their breath back.

“I knew it was time for them to enjoy us!” my girlfriend happily blurted out. “How’d I do, Natalie?”

“You were great, honey,” mom replied cheerfully.

Kristin then turned toward her mother. “Mom, how did Jason do?”

“Jason was wonderful, honey.”

“I knew he would be!” I just blushed at my girlfriend’s words.

I got even more embarrassed when Mom and Mrs. K switched places. Mom gave me a lustful grin as she came over and grabbed me. She panted, “I’m really looking forward to this, honey.” Kristin just blurted out, “That’s going to be so hot, Natalie!”

Mrs. K called out, “I’m gonna count us down now.” Kristin began inhaling deeply. So I took deep breaths while looking questioningly at my mother, wondering if this was really going to happen.

I heard “Three… two… one!” I inhaled deeply as mom submerged me. She took me right to the bottom as Mrs. K took her daughter down as well.

I looked over to see Kristin’s mother climb onto her shoulders. Then she grabbed her head and really began humping her face. A moment later, Mom climbed onto my shoulders and did the exact same thing to me.

Her legs hung down my back as she pushed her slit against my mouth. Then I felt her grab the back of my head as she humped me. What else could I do?

I was shamefully aroused as I began licking. It didn’t take long until mom responded by writhing and bubbling. She humped my face pretty good.

I heard bubbly groans coming over from Mrs. K and Kristin. Then mom really humped my face. I bubbled as I dutifully tried to use my tongue to fuck her hole, only to hear her start to moan and groan.

I could not get my cock to soften as I tongue-fucked my own mother. She acted like she was really getting into it. I’m not sure what was more of a shock: tonguing my own mother, or the fact she seemed to be enjoying it.

Again, I lost track of time as I focused on the task at hand. Mom groaned as she humped my tongue. Next to us, Mrs. K was really making bubbly sounds of pleasure.

My lungs started to heave until I began to panic. What if mom drowned me? Worse, what if everyone wanted to watch her drown me??

She finally climbed off and helped haul me back to the surface. Kristin and Mrs. K came up a couple seconds later. “We won!” my girlfriend blurted out as she loudly panted for breath.

Mr. K was nearby the entire time. In fact, he hadn’t once interfered. But he had a smile on his face as though he’d enjoyed watching the festivities.

Mrs. K waved him closer. Then she said, “Natalie, would you mind sitting this one out?”

Mom got a big grin on her face. “Not at all, Steph.” That’s when I got a little concerned.

I was relieved when Mrs. K came over to me. “I’m looking forward to that tongue of yours again, Jason.”

“And I’m looking forward to daddy’s dick!” Kristin grinned at him as her father got ahold of her.

Mrs. K warned us to take long, deep breaths. Then she counted us down. That’s when I inhaled as much air as I could.

We all went down together. Even mom submerged to watch. It was embarrassing knowing she was going to watch her next door neighbor get eaten out by her son again.

I watched as Mr. K grabbed his daughter’s head. Then he forced his cock between her lips. Mom’s eyes lit up as she looked over at them.

I didn’t see too much after that as Mrs. K climbed my shoulders again before pressing her crotch against my lips. I dutifully tongued her juicy twat as she humped my face. Once again, my cock got shamefully hard.

I heard my girlfriend grunt each time her father thrust into her. Mrs. K moaned and groaned as I licked and tongued her. I could only wonder what mom was thinking as she watched all the action below the surface.

Mrs. K got even more excited. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against her crotch. My bubbles came out and tickled her nub, causing her to wriggle and squirm as she pressed hard against my mouth.

We were down for quite a while until I felt my lungs begin to spasm. Once more, I became concerned Kristin’s parents might drown us while my mom was watching. Was that the kind of birthday present she was hoping for? Was that why she’d wanted me to come over with her tonight?

Mrs. K finally came up off me before pulling me back to the surface. Kristin and her father were already topside, panting loudly. I came up gasping for breath and panting like crazy.

Mom was already topside, panting quietly as she looked at us all. Kristin saw her and blurted out, “What do you think, Natalie? Pretty hot; wasn’t it?”

My mother nodded with a smile as she replied, “It was pretty exciting, all right.”

“Then you’re gonna LOVE watching daddy fuck Jason’s face as he holds his breath while I hold mine and lick mom! Aren’t you?”

I gulped and blushed. What embarrassed me even more was when my mother replied, “Honey, I’m really looking forward to it.”

I looked over at mom in shock as Mr. K came over to me, a big grin on his face. Judging by her expression, my mother was really looking forward to watching me suck his dick. I couldn’t believe it!

Mrs. K had Kristin in her grasp as she smiled at her husband. “Ready for a little oral pleasure on bondage night, honey?”

“I sure am,” he replied as he looked right at me.

I must have looked alarmed as I glanced over at mom and then back at Mr. K. He smiled before warning me, “Make sure you get a really good breath, Jason.”

“Hunh – unh! Mom and I are going to BEAT you guys!” Kristin seemed incredibly enthusiastic.

Mrs. K counted us down. I got a deep breath just in time. Then Mr. K pulled me down.

I got a good look over at Mrs. K straddling her daughter’s head and then humping her face. Then I got a good look at a cock that quickly pressed up against my lips. Mom was right there watching us, up close and much too personal.

I opened my mouth and he slid his way in. I immediately started taking the initiative by sucking him. I wasn’t sure I wanted him fucking my throat.

I did the best I could, taking him deep and then almost coming off. I gave it to him nice and slow before bobbing on it as he held me in place. At least he didn’t ram it down my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom closely watching us. She bubbled excitedly as she touched herself. Occasionally she glanced over at Mrs. K and Kristin to see what was going on over there. But most of the time, she had her eyes on me as I bobbed and sucked, bubbles leaking out around the cock in my mouth.

Mr. K thrust nice and slow. At least he was gentle… for now. I made my cheeks go all concave for him as I tried to pleasure him.

I heard a bubbly “Oooooo.” My mother was right there, watching every time I took him deep. She looked like she was all turned on watching me suck cock.

Mr. K turned and smiled at my mom, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth. Then he grasped onto my head. That’s when he started thrusting a little faster.

I grunted as he pushed deeper into my mouth. I heard my mother moan excitedly. Then he started thrusting even harder.

I gagged up bubbles as he hit the back of my throat. That’s when I heard a bubbly, “Oooooo, fuck!” I took a quick glance over to see Mom bubbling as she aggressively mauled her breasts with one hand. Meanwhile, she was furiously fingering herself with the other.

I heard grunts and moans as Kristin bubbled into her mother’s crotch. That’s when Mrs. K turned and looked over at us. I heard her bubble, “So fucking hot!”

I did the best I could as Mr. K fucked my mouth harder. It was humiliating beyond belief, knowing everyone was watching me except Kristin, whose face was still buried in her mother’s muff. There were grunts, groans and bubbles, especially coming from my own mother as she watched me like a hawk.

I don’t know how long we were under. My limits were pushed until I was spewing out bubbles around the cock between my lips. I was sure Mr. K was going to drown me before he finally pulled out of my mouth and hauled me back up.

Kristin was already up at the surface panting like crazy when I came up. She gasped, “How was he, daddy?”

“Just fine, honey.”

“Does he suck like I suck?”

“Not bad.”

Mrs. K smiled as she asked my mom, “Natalie, what do you think? You said you wanted to see Mark fuck Jason’s mouth on your birthday. How was it?”

I was surprised to hear that. I was even more shocked when my mother replied, “Incredibly hot, Steph. It was worth it. I think I had a little orgasm down there while I was watching them.”

“Bondage night is always a fun night!” Kristin gasped enthusiastically.

“I can see why” was mom’s amused reply.

Kristin suddenly turned toward her mother and asked, “You’re going to make it fair tonight; aren’t you, mom?”

My mother became confused before asking our hostess, “Make it fair, Steph? What does that mean?”

“Of course I am,” Mrs. K told her daughter with a smile.

She allowed Kristin to tread water as she swam over to the edge of the pool. I saw her reach out and grab something. It was a black-looking dick with a strap attached.

I went pale as I watched Mrs. K submerge long enough to strap it on and secure it. Then she came back over to her daughter, helping to keep her up at the surface. “Cool!” Kristin blurted out. “Now it’ll be a fair competition!”

Mrs. K suddenly left her daughter and came over to me. She grabbed me as Mr. K went over to his daughter. Then Mrs. K turned toward my mother and gave her a lustful smile.

“You don’t mind watching a little while longer; do you, Natalie?”

“Gawd, no!” My mother breathed rapturously. “You’ve really got me looking forward to this!”

“This is gonna be SOO hot!” Kristin gasped excitedly. “Fuck his face really good, mom!”

Mrs. K smiled at me as she caressed my face. She was looking right at me as she told her daughter, “Honey, I’m planning on it.” I gulped as I got the shivers something fierce.

My cock was stiff as a board. Then my mother declared she would count us down. That’s when we all started taking long, deep breaths.

I heard, “One… two…” and at “…three!” I took a deep breath. Everyone inhaled deeply. Then Mrs. K pulled me down toward the bottom of the pool as the others came down with us…

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Suicidal handjobs 3.8 (39)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

My mother is an executive at a big company. She oversees a lot of people. But I didn’t discover until recently that she has a dark side.

On Monday night I had a question about my girlfriend Lupe. I sensed she was about to break up with me. She was a wild one, whereas I was much more conservative. I wanted to see if mom had any thoughts on how I might be able to keep her as a girlfriend.

I could not find mom anywhere in the house. The last place I looked was her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a buzzing sound.

I pushed it open a little more and looked inside. I was about to call out to her when what I saw made me clamp my lips shut in astonishment. Mom had a bottle of rum on the bedside table.

She was drinking again, which wasn’t all that unusual. But what was unusual was the way she was sitting on the side of the bed completely naked. She had some sort of thing in her hand with an electrical cord. It was something she was using between her legs.

Her laptop was open on the cosmetics table. It looked like she was recording herself. But that’s not what shocked me.

She had this .32 revolver in her left hand. It was cocked and ready to fire. And she had it pointed right at the side of her head!

Mom grunted and moaned as though she was drunk or something. I recognized the sounds from the many times she’d had sex with dad before the divorce. What the hell was she doing??

I stared incredulously. Then I turned and rushed back to my bedroom. I didn’t know what the hell to do!

Was mom suicidal? She hadn’t said a thing to me about how difficult work might be. Maybe it was because she was drinking heavily.

I thought about calling Lupe. But she’d already made it clear she was seeing someone else now. Who could I talk to about this?

All that night I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming of seeing mom holding that .32 to her head. Strangely it made my cock hard.

—

The next day mom got up and went to work. But she forgot and left her laptop behind. I knew she’d been recording herself, and I wanted to see the file she’d recorded from the night before.

I opened her laptop and found a folder called “guns and suicide” There were a bunch of files in it. I went back to my room, got a flash drive and downloaded them so I could look at them later. Then I went to school.

During the day I saw Lupe with one of the jocks at school. She didn’t pay any attention to me. I figured that meant our relationship was definitely over. But that’s not what made me want to hurry home from school.

When the last bell rang I rushed home and went right to my bedroom. I downloaded the files from the flash drive onto my computer. Then I pulled one up.

It showed a clip of mom with that .32 in her hand. Only this time she had it jammed into her pussy. It was as though she was masturbating with it.

I was shocked. I had no idea mom played with guns like that. It made me look at her in a whole new light.

I saw another video of mom drinking with a hunting rifle wedged between her legs. She had it pointed up at her skull as she masturbated. It looked like she wanted to make herself cum before she blew her brains out!

I went through several more clips. I found the one from the night before. Mom had some sort of electrical vibrating wand in her crotch. And she was sucking on the barrel of the .32 as though she wanted to blow her brains out! What a fucking slut!!

As I went through the clips I experienced a shameful arousal. My cock got hard in my pants. I finally had to take it out and stroke myself.

I heard the front door, followed by mom calling my name. I quickly pulled my pants back up and turned off my computer. Then I went out to greet her as though I’d seen nothing.

Mom asked how my day was. I told her I had broken up with Lupe. She said that was a shame as she thought Lupe was a nice girl. I told her Lupe was wild and crazy and that I had probably become too boring for her.

After supper mom went to her bedroom. It wasn’t long until I heard a familiar buzzing sound. So I went to take a peek.

Mom was drinking again. She was also naked and was once more using the wand in her crotch. This time she had a 9mm in her hand and was playing with it. I had no idea she had so many guns in the house!

I couldn’t help standing there watching her. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard in my pants. Mom vibrated herself harder as she sucked on the barrel of her 9mm as though she was sucking on a cock.

All of the sudden mom stiffened as she started to cry out. A moment later I saw her pull the trigger. There was a distinct “click”.

I couldn’t believe it! Mom had actually pulled the fucking trigger! It was a good thing there wasn’t a live round in the chamber.

By this time I had a raging hard-on. I rushed to my room and closed the door. Then I pulled out my cock and quickly stroked it. It took no time at all before I spurted all over the bed.

I panted quietly as I felt a mixture of shame and arousal. Damn! My mother was one sick cunt!

For the rest of the night I watched the clips mom had made of herself. I found a few where she actually pulled the trigger while she was edging. Naturally the gun never went off.

I found one clip of mom holding the 9mm in her cunt while sucking on the barrel of the .32. She writhed and moaned as though she wanted to blow herself away. I was so aroused, especially at seeing mom naked, that I stroked and creamed myself a couple more times before I finally shut off my computer and went to bed.

—

The next morning I got up and went to school as before. It was Wednesday, the middle of the week. But my mind was reeling. I didn’t know who to talk to about my sick fuck of a mother.

I wanted to say something to Lupe. But she was ignoring me now. That muscle-bound jock seemed to have her undivided attention.

I went home after school and pulled up those clips again on my computer. This time I didn’t hear mom come in the front door. I was so distracted that I didn’t even hear her open the door to my bedroom…

“Supper, honey.”

I frantically turned off my monitor. “Mom, you scared me half to death! Next time knock, ok?”

“I didn’t know a mother had to knock on her son’s door. Next time I’ll try to remember.”

She stood there for a long moment, looking at me kind of funny. Then she left to go put supper on the table. I started to panic, wondering how much she’d seen of what I was watching.

Supper was quiet; we hardly spoke to each other. I helped mom with the dishes. Then I went to my bedroom, making sure the door was closed.

After a while I got to wondering if she was in her bedroom playing with her guns again. The whole idea made me hard as a rock. So I got up and left my bedroom.

I went down the hall to mom’s room. To my surprise her bedroom door was open wider. When I looked inside I saw she was drinking again. And she had the .32 out.

This time I could hear her saying something. She was looking right at a mirror as she played with herself. And she was talking to it…

“…what do you think, honey? Your mother is one sick fuck, isn’t that right? Would you like to see your mother blow a hole in her filthy cunt?”

She pushed the barrel of the .32 into her pussy. I could tell how wet she was because I heard squishing noises as she fucked herself. Then she drunkenly told the mirror, “Should I do it, honey? Should I blow a hole in my filthy cunt? Or would you like to watch your sick mother blow a hole in her fucking head?”

She pulled the gun out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel. Then she pulled it back out.

“What do you think, honey? Should I blow a hole out of the back of my fucking head? Should your sick mother blow her fucking brains out?”

My cock was rock hard; I was uncomfortable standing there. Mom was speaking as though she was talking to me and not that mirror. “Should I do it, honey? Will you cum if I blow my fucking brains out? Are you going to cum all over the place when this sick cunt puts a hole in her fucking head?”

That did it. I rushed back to my bedroom. Then I pulled down my pants, jerked out my meat and shot a load all over the floor.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. But I kept getting mental images of mom playing with her guns. I found myself wondering what it would look like if one night she might actually blow her brains out.

—

Thursday morning I went to school like I usually did. But all I could think about was my sick mother blowing her fucking brains out. I had a raging hard-on all day long.

Thursday evening was more of the same once I got home from school. After supper mom excused herself and went to her bedroom. But she left the door wide open as though making sure I could hear everything that was going on.

I went to the door and peeked inside. Mom was using the wand again. She was also drinking and was edging while holding the 9mm in her hand.

She looked at the mirror and drunkenly asked, “Are you hard, honey? Want to watch your sick fuck of a mother blow her fucking brains out? Would that make you cum, honey? Are you going to cum watching this sick cunt blow her fucking brains out?”

She really edged herself as she sucked on the barrel of the 9mm. I got hard all over again. I accidentally touched the door and made it creak a little.

She paused, but she didn’t even look in my direction. There was this crazy smile on her face though. I heard her drunkenly pant, “Honey, I want you to cum all over me as I blow my fucking brains out all over this bed!”

I stood there frozen in place as she edged with the wand. Then she held the barrel of the 9mm to the side of her head. “Want me to do it, honey? Tell me and this sick cunt will blow her fucking brains out for you.”

I held my breath as I watched incredulously. Then mom pulled the trigger. There was this very distinct “CLICK”.

I rushed to my bedroom. I pulled down my pants and whipped my cock out. I had barely stroked it before I was cumming all over the floor.

That night I had dreams about mom blowing her brains out. Every time she pulled the trigger my hard cock spurted. It was a fitful, restless evening, and I ended up making a mess of the bed.

—

The next morning mom woke me up. “Don’t be late for school, honey. Make sure you come right home, ok? After supper mommy’s got a nice surprise for you.”

I stared incredulously. What the hell did she mean by that? Was she going to blow her brains out for real? Was she going to invite me into the bedroom to watch??

That whole day while I was at school my mind was on my mother and her crazy gun fetish. What was she going to do when I got home? Was she going to invite me in to watch? Was she going to blow her fucking brains out?

That afternoon I walked around the halls as though in a daze. Lupe saw me and casually asked, “What the hell is wrong with you? You look like you’re in a state of shock!”

I didn’t know what to tell her. After all, I knew she really didn’t care about me anymore. Besides, she needed to hurry to catch up to that jock she was seeing.

I looked at her and shook my head. I told her, “After dinner tonight my mother is going to blow her brains out. I think she wants me to watch while I’m stroking my dick. Then she wants me to cum all over her when she pulls the trigger.”

Lupe let out a loud guffaw. She thought that was funny as hell. Then she looked at me curiously.

“Wait a minute. Are you serious??” I just nodded my head.

“Your mother would never do that, would she? Luis, you must be joking.”

“No I’m not, Lupe. Every night my mom gets drunk and plays with herself. She has these guns and pretends to shoot herself in the head.”

“How do you know she wants you to watch?”

“She leaves the door to the bedroom wide open. And she talks to a mirror as though I’m standing right in front of her. Mom’s made several video clips that show her edging and threatening to blow her brains out. I’ve seen them. Now she acts like she wants me to watch her shoot herself in the head and then cum all over her when it happens. I tell you, Lupe; my mother is one sick fuck!”

Lupe was incredulous. “Sonuvabitch!” she gasped. Then she looked all around.

She leaned close and whispered. “Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere!” Then she took off in the opposite direction.

I waited until she returned about five minutes later. “We can go now, Luis.”

“’We can go’?” I repeated in confusion. “Go where? What about that jock you’re seeing? What about Diego?”

“I told him my mom is sick and I’ve got to go take care of her. I told him I’d see him tomorrow. C’mon, Luis; let’s get out of here!”

“Get out of here and go where?”

“To your home, you idiot! You said your mom’s going to blow her brains out tonight, right?”

“I don’t know… maybe.”

“If she does then I want to be there! I want to watch that sick fuck blow her fucking brains out! This sounds way better than anything Diego would be able to come up with on a Friday night. C’mon; let’s go! Besides, I want to see those clips you talked about!”

I was surprised she wanted to go home with me. I guess she really wanted to watch my mom put a bullet in her brain. But maybe I shouldn’t have been so shocked.

Lupe always was kind of crazy. It dawned on me this was just the kind of thrill she craved. Now that we were walking home together she acted as though we had never broken up.

There was a new fire in her eyes. I thought it odd. Was it because she really wanted to watch my slut of a mother blow her brains out?

When we got home we went directly to my bedroom. I pulled up mom’s sick clips on the computer. Then I started playing them one by one.

At first Lupe was shocked. Then she got all turned on. “That is so fucking hot!” she panted breathlessly.

We watched one clip of mom edging while using the rifle. Lupe moved my chair so it was facing sideways to the computer monitor. Then she got down on her knees.

She sucked my cock as together we glanced over and watched my sick cunt of a mother get drunk and play with herself with her guns. Lupe even masturbated while watching the clip. The whole damned thing was crazy.

I finally came in Lupe’s mouth during the clip where mom fucked her cunt with the 9mm while sucking on the barrel of a snub-nosed .38. Lupe fingered herself the entire time. It’s amazing how turned on she was watching my mother’s videos.

We watched a different clip of mom with her .32. After edging to the point of orgasm, mom pressed the barrel against the side of her head and pulled the trigger. The gun didn’t fire, but Lupe actually shuddered in orgasm.

We watched a few more videos. After a while Lupe sat in my lap impaled on my dick as the two of us watched more clips. In one particular video my sick mother threatened to blow her head off with a shotgun.

We were both aroused when I played another clip of mom edging with the 9mm. She put the barrel into her mouth as she edged with the vibrating wand. Then she pulled the trigger.

There was that familiar “click” of the hammer hitting an empty chamber. But that didn’t seem to matter. I pumped a huge load up Lupe’s cunt as the crazy bitch came all over my dick.

All of the sudden there was a quiet knock on the door. I hollered, “Just a minute, mom!” Then we both hurried to get dressed.

On the other side of the door we heard… “It’s ok, honey. I just wanted you to know that supper is ready. Lupe can stay and eat with us if she wants.”

I looked at Lupe in shock. She looked at me as though she couldn’t believe it either! Had mom quietly opened the door and seen us in here fucking each other while watching her clips?? I hadn’t heard a thing!

We went out to the dining room for supper, both of us looking guilty as hell. We were more than a little embarrassed. Mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. She even told Lupe it was nice to have her back in our house again.

After the meal we sat around in the living room. Mom pulled out a bottle of rum and started drinking. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled. “Would you two like to see what I’ve got all set up in the bedroom?”

Lupe was never one to beat around the bush. She didn’t know how to be subtle either. She came right out and said, “Luis tells me you’re one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez. He says you’re going to blow your fucking brains out tonight and that you want him to cum all over your naked body as you pull the trigger. Is that right?”

For a minute I thought mom was going to blow a gasket. Instead she just smiled. Then she asked, “Would you like to watch? Is that why you’re here, Lupe? Do you want to watch me blow my fucking brains out? Maybe you do. After all, I saw you watching my clips in Luis’ room.”

I was horrified. “Mom, you saw??” She nodded as she giggled drunkenly.

Lupe couldn’t believe what was going on. “You are one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez! Are you really going to blow your fucking brains out?”

Mom giggled drunkenly. Then she asked, “Want to come into my bedroom and find out?”

“You’re damned right I do! C’mon, Luis! Let’s go watch your sick cunt of a mother blow her fucking brains out! It’ll be the most exciting Friday night I’ve had in a long, long time!”

Mom stood up with her bottle in hand. She waved for us to follow her. Then we all headed off to her bedroom.

Once we were inside she proceeded to get undressed right in front of us. Mom wasn’t ashamed of being naked or anything. She slipped out of all her clothes until she wasn’t wearing a thing. Mom has huge tits with these big, brown nipples.

Lupe looked at me and shook her head. “Your mom is one sick cunt, Luis!”

Mom just smiled at her. Then she told us, “Well? Are you two going to get naked for me or not? This sick cunt wants to see her son’s cock cum all over her as she puts a hole in her fucking head.”

“I’m in!” Lupe declared as she started to undress. I was really embarrassed. But my cock was rock hard and needed to be released from its confinement.

Mom took another drink out of the bottle. Then she fetched her wand and her .32 revolver. She showed it to the both of us so we could see it was real.

She plugged in the wand and then stuck it in her crotch. Lupe stood there watching incredulously. Then my former girlfriend started groping and fondling her boobs as though she was really turned on at the thought my mom might actually go through with it.

Mom touched herself all over. Then she picked up the .32 and put the barrel into her mouth. My cock was stiff; I couldn’t help stroking myself.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked with growing excitement.

Mom pulled it out of her mouth. Then she drunkenly pointed it at Lupe. “Want to find out?”

My former girlfriend stiffened in alarm. Mom giggled at her sick joke. Then she pressed the barrel to the side of her head.

Lupe stared incredulously. “Are you really going to do it, Miss Velasquez? Do it; I won’t stop you! Fucking do it, you sick cunt!”

Mom pulled the hammer back. Lupe panted for breath as she furiously rubbed her crotch. I was stroking like crazy.

“FUCKING DO IT!” Lupe cried out.

Mom pulled the trigger. The hammer landed on an empty chamber. My cock went off in my hand. For a moment there I was sure she had loaded it.

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped disappointedly. “I thought you loaded it! You’re nothing but a fake and a fraud, Miss Velasquez! You are one sick cunt; you know that??”

Mom got up from the bed with a drunken smile on her face. She walked over to a dresser with two smaller drawers up in the top. She opened one, reached inside and pulled out a bullet.

She smiled at Lupe as she chambered the round. Then she gave the cylinder a spin. There was no way of knowing which chamber it was in.

She brought a chair over right to the end of the bed. She had me sit down in it until my knees were touching the mattress. Then she sat down and faced me, putting the vibrating wand between her legs so it was vibrating her crotch.

She reached out and took my cock in her hand. Then she started stroking it. At the same time she pressed the barrel of the .32 to the side of her head.

“Fucking hell!” Lupe gasped. “Is it really loaded now??”

Mom smiled at her as she stroked my cock. I don’t know why I was so fucking hard again. The whole damned thing was insane.

“You’re really going to do it??” Lupe asked incredulously. Mom removed the gun from the side of her head. Then she put the barrel into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it! Was mom really going to pull the trigger? Was she really going to shoot herself??

“I don’t believe it!” Lupe gasped as she goaded her. “You haven’t got the guts! C’mon, Miss Velasquez; do it! Blow your fucking brains out! Blow a hole out the back of your fucking head!”

We watched breathlessly as mom pulled the hammer back. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel in her mouth. Lupe eagerly rubbed her crotch as mom stroked my dick. The wand buzzed wedged up against her crotch the entire time.

“DO IT, YOU SICK FUCK! BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” For a moment I thought Lupe was just as crazy as my mother, especially for wanting to see her shoot herself.

I watched in astonishment as mom pulled the trigger. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. For some reason I breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s not loaded!” Lupe challenged. “You didn’t put anything in there at all, did you? It’s a trick… either that or you put a blank in there. Am I right?”

In response mom checked the revolver. She carefully rotated the cylinder. Then she pointed the gun up at the ceiling, pulled the hammer back and fired.

The shot wasn’t very loud. But it made Lupe and I jump just the same. Bits of plaster trickled down from the ceiling.

Lupe’s eyes opened wide in amazement. “You mean the damned thing was loaded after all?? You could have killed yourself! Miss Velasquez, you are one sick FUCK!”

Mom smiled as she got up and went over to the dresser. She opened the drawer, reached in and pulled out another round. Then she chambered it before giving the cylinder a spin.

She came over and sat back down on the bed as before, even putting the vibrating wand back between her legs. Once more she began stroking my cock. But she looked at Lupe the whole time as though daring her to say anything.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked breathlessly. “Is it fucking loaded?? Are you going to try again, Miss Velasquez?? Ohmygawd! You are one… sick… FUCK!”

Mom wedged the vibrator tight against her crotch. Then she stroked my cock as she pressed the barrel to the side of her head. She moaned and panted as though she was aroused as hell. Her nipples were hard and protruding.

My cock was hard in her grasp as she stroked me. Next to me Lupe was touching herself all over. She looked like she was delirious. All she cared about was seeing my mom put a bullet in her brain…

“Do it, Miss Velasquez! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom really stroked me as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe furiously fingered herself. “DO IT, BITCH! PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER! LET’S SEE IF IT’S LOADED OR NOT!”

Mom looked at Lupe for a long moment. Then she eyed me lustfully as she stroked my dick. “Shall I do it, honey?”

“Tell her, Luis! Tell her to blow her fucking brains out! TELL HER!” Lupe really wanted mom to pull the trigger.

“Shall I do it, honey? Shall I pull the trigger? Will you cum all over me if I pull the trigger?”

“Tell her, Luis!! Tell her to do it!”

Mom eagerly stroked me. Lupe kept goading me. I finally confessed the unthinkable…

“Yes, mom. I want you to do it.”

“Really, son? Do you want your sick cunt of a mother to blow her fucking brains out?”

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER! FUCK; I WANT TO WATCH HER BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT! YOU DO TOO; I KNOW YOU DO!”

“Is that true, honey? Do you want me to blow my brains out?” She was really stroking me. I was going to cum either way.

“Yes, mom,” I panted shamefully. “I want you to do it.”

“TELL THE SICK CUNT TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT!”

I looked at Lupe, amazed she could be so cruel and callous. But she was right. Shamefully it’s what I wanted.

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT, YOU MORON!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted breathlessly. “Blow your fucking brains out for me!”

Mom smiled as she pulled the trigger…

…click…

It didn’t matter whether or not the gun fired. I shot a load all over her naked chest, stomach and legs. Mom seemed to love feeling my cream splatter all over her naked body.

“Fuck!” Lupe gasped. “The cunt fucking did it! Too bad it was an empty chamber.”

Mom looked at her before patting the bed right next to her. Lupe sat down close to her. Mom motioned for her to reach out and grab my cock.

Lupe was more than agreeable… “Hell yeah, Miss Velasquez! I’ll sit next to you and stroke Luis’ dick as you blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom smiled as she shook her head. She took the gun and gave the cylinder a spin. Then she handed it over to her.

Lupe looked at it incredulously. For a second she jerked her hand away as though it was a poisonous snake. Then she looked me right in the eye.

I thought I would get soft after cumming all over mom. But the idea of watching Lupe play along had me hard all over again. She looked at me and panted, “Luis? Do you really want me to…?”

I nodded my head as I smiled at her. Mom looked at her and quietly told her, “Maybe I’ll get to watch you blow your fucking brains out instead, honey. What do you say?”

Lupe looked at her for a long moment. Then she took the .32 out of her hand. “I’m not afraid! I’ll play along! Hell, I’m so fucking horny I’m liable to cum all over myself!”

Lupe pulled the wand out from between mom’s clenched legs. “I want to edge too, you suck fuck!” Then she crammed it into her crotch before closing her legs tight to keep it in place.

Lupe vigorously stroked my cock as she got a good grasp on the .32. She looked at me and smiled. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it!” mom panted breathlessly. “Who’s the sick fuck now?”

“Of course you want to watch me do it, you filthy cunt. Question is: does Luis want to see me do it?”

She stroked my twitching cock as she grinned lewdly at me. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me pull the fucking trigger?”

By now I was too far gone to care. Besides, after tonight she was probably going to go back to that stupid jock Diego anyway. “Do it!” I challenged. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe looked at me with a wild look in her eyes. She pressed the barrel to the side of her head just like mother had done. Then she stroked me as she panted, “Tell me to do it, Luis! Tell me to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, bitch!” I taunted. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She paused for a long moment. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

…and with that Lupe shuddered hard in orgasm. I almost came in her hand.

“Fuck; what a rush!” she gasped when she got her breath back. Then she handed the gun back over to mom.

“Your turn, you suck cunt! Put the gun back in your mouth. Suck it like you want to suck your son’s cock! Put it in your mouth and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

Mom smiled as she spun the cylinder. She jerked the wand out of Lupe’s crotch and wedged it into her own. The wand was clearly wet from two dripping pussies.

She moved Lupe’s hand away. Then she grasped onto my cock. That’s when she began eagerly stroking me.

She panted for breath as she put the gun in her mouth. She began sucking on the barrel as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe’s eyes opened wide as she panted for breath while furiously fingering herself…

“Ohmyfuckinggawd! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

I found myself panting heavily for breath. The whole scene seemed so surreal. I couldn’t believe mom and Lupe were sitting side by side playing Russian roulette while stroking my cock!

Mom moaned as she sucked on the barrel. She got a good grasp on the trigger. “Do it, bitch!” Lupe gasped. “Blow your brains out, you sick fuck! Luis, tell your mother to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted excitedly. “Blow your fucking brains out! Pull the trigger! Blow your brains out and I swear I’ll cum all over your twitching corpse!”

Mom gazed at me with a look of drunken lust in her eyes. Then she slowly pulled the trigger…

…click…

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped. “Are you sure you put a bullet in the chamber?”

Mom smiled as she pulled the barrel out of her mouth. She spun the cylinder and handed it over. “Put the barrel in your mouth, pull the fucking trigger and find out for yourself!”

“You sick cunt! Give me that!”

Lupe snatched it out of mom’s grasp. She slapped mom’s hand off my erection. Then she grabbed on and started tugging and jerking me. This time she didn’t bother retrieving the wand for herself.

I was on this crazy sexual high. Mom and Lupe were actually playing Russian roulette against each other. Which one of them was going to end up dead before the night was over?

I panted for breath as Lupe really stroked me. ”We’ll just see who the sick cunt is!” Then she put the barrel of the gun into her mouth.

She groaned as though she was really turned on. Lupe pulled the hammer back. Then she pulled the trigger.

Bone and brain matter sprayed out the back of her head at the sound of the shot. Her eyes flew open in shock. That’s when my cock spurted all over her chest, stomach and legs. Mom gasped and then cried out in orgasm.

Lupe slowly fell over backward as the hand with the fired gun fell into her lap. Cum and urine flowed out of her crotch, staining the bed. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes as blood came out of her mouth.

Mom drunkenly motioned at her corpse. “You’ve got to fuck that slut’s cunt now, honey. She blew her brains out for you. Now you’ve got to fuck her.”

I must have been out of my mind as I pulled Lupe close to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide. Then I stuck my cock inside her.

Mom panted for breath. “Yes, honey! Fuck that sexy corpse!” Then she rose up.

She walked over to the dresser as I fucked Lupe’s cooling corpse. I saw mom retrieve yet another round. She slid it into a chamber and then spun the cylinder before coming back over.

“My turn, honey,” she panted. “Do you want to cum inside that dead cunt as I blow my brains out? Or do you want to cum all over this sick cunt’s naked body?”

I pulled out of Lupe and then sat in the chair facing mom. She put the wand between her legs up into her crotch. Then she began stroking my cock again. We ignored Lupe lying next to her with the wound bleeding out the back of her head onto the bed.

“What about it, honey? Want to watch your mother put a bullet in her fucking head? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it, mom!” I gasped as she stroked me. “Blow your fucking brains out!”

“Two dead, sick cunts instead of one; eh, honey?”

“Fuck yeah, mom!”

Mom jerked my meat. “Got any cum left for your sick cunt of a mother?”

“I got plenty for you, mom!” By now I was delirious.

Mom panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She put the barrel into her mouth and began sucking on it. Her finger teased the trigger.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Do it, mom! Blow your fucking brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom stroked me harder as she writhed to the buzzing vibrator. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

I almost sprayed her anyway.

I reached forward and grabbed onto the wand. I moved it hard against her wet cunt. Mom moaned with lust in her eyes.

I reached my hand out. “Want me to play too, mom?” She grinned at me as she spun the cylinder. Then she passed the .32 over to me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Mom really stroked me as I held the wand up against her wet cunt. We were both crazy!

I held my breath as I stuck the gun in my mouth. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking as I pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

Damn! I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Mom didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed either.

She took the gun back from me. She gave the cylinder a spin. Then she put the barrel in her mouth and sucked on it as she eagerly tugged on my dick. At the same time I tried to vibrate the wand between her legs, although she was really clenching.

Mom pulled the hammer back. Then she looked at me questioningly. I drunkenly smiled as I told her, “Do it! Do it, mom! Blow your brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom pulled the trigger. We both heard the sound of the shot. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of her head as my cock went off in her hand, spraying all over her naked body.

She slowly went over backwards onto the bed as she went into spasms. I think she was cumming as she was dying. She soaked the bed with her urine and her flowing juices.

I pulled her to the end of the bed and moved the wand out of the way. Then I pushed my cock into her filthy cunt. She was warm and wet. I could still feel her dying spasms.

I finally pulled out of her. I looked at her lying side by side with Lupe. They were both staring up at the ceiling, vacant looks of surprise on their faces.

I slowly took the revolver out of her hand. I numbly went over to the dresser. I pulled open the drawer and got out another round.

I chambered it before walking back to the end of the bed. I gave the cylinder a spin. Then I sat next to my mom’s cooling corpse.

I put the gun in my mouth and pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

I didn’t even bother spinning the cylinder. I pulled the hammer back and fired again…

…click…

My cock was getting hard again. I started stroking myself as I pulled the hammer back. Then I sucked on the end of the barrel, wondering what mom and Lupe had gotten out of playing Russian roulette.

I received my answer when the gun went off. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of my head.

I slowly fell over backward. I ended up lying flat on my back next to my dead mother. I stared upward in surprise as my cock oozed cum and piss…

2020 (written for “S C” Apr 13 ’20 by riwa. Remember: this is just fiction.)

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Fatal Directions 2.7 (31)

Posted on May 26, 2025 by riwa

He enters the building and warily looks around, unable to believe his good fortune. There’s no one at the counter. The only one in the facility seems to be a young woman in the pool, shooting plastic kids’ balls up at a basketball hoop attached to a support.

Her bikini is predominantly red with colorful stripes that run horizontally across her bottoms. Her top is skimpy, showing off her ample cleavage. The urge suddenly hits him hard.

He licks his lips as he looks all around again. This is such a perfect opportunity. It’s one he simply cannot turn down.

“Is there anybody home?” he calls out to the female in the water.

She stops what she’s doing, holding the ball in her hands as she looks in his direction. “She’s out back!” she calls out helpfully. “Just use the phone on the counter to ring her up! She’ll be right in!”

“All I need are some directions. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with this area; are you?”

“I live a half-hour away, but I might be able to help.”

“That’d be great!” he says with a smile as he makes his way down the side of the pool toward her. “I think I‘m lost.”

‘So beautiful!’ he thinks as he comes up to the edge of the pool and looks at her. ‘She looks so beautiful. And she‘s so alone.’

“What are you looking for?” she asks. She’s all smiles, trying to be helpful.

“I’m trying to find a farmhouse near Baker Flats. Am I on the right road?” That’s when he leans over the edge toward her.

…so beautiful… so alone…

“You just follow the highway in that direction,” she says, pointing the way. “West, I think. Another 20 miles or so. The highway should take you right to it.”

“Well, I’m looking for this farmhouse,” he says, fumbling in his jacket. “All I have is this picture. The caption says it’s just outside Baker Flats. I know I have it in here somewhere.” Then he pats his pockets in frustration.

“I’m not sure about the farmhouses around here,” she says uncertainly.

Instinctively she wades toward him. He’s acting like he has something he wants to show her. She won’t be able to see it unless she gets closer.

“I don’t pay much attention to the farmhouses when I drive this stretch of highway. I just like to come here to swim.” Then she tosses the ball aside.

“You might recognize this one,” he says as he continues to check his jacket pockets. “If only I can remember where I put it now.”

His heart beats faster as she draws nearer… That’s it – that’s it! Come closer, my lovely…

“What kind of farmhouse is it?” she asks as she approaches the side of the pool.

“Oh, it’s very unique!” he says excitedly. “It has a bright red, two-story barn that really stands out. I’m told it’s quite a sight. Here; let me show you.”

He reaches into his jacket pocket muttering, “I know it’s in here somewhere!” Then he kneels down as though he’s going to produce the picture… That’s it, my pet… just a little closer…

“I’m not sure I’ve seen anything like that around here,” she says curiously as she wades to the edge of the pool. “It sounds like a marvelous place. I’d like to see that barn.”

His heart beats excitedly in his chest, knowing the moment is at hand. It’s an intoxicating feeling. He experiences an incredible rush knowing what she does not know.

He wants to drown her. He wants to snuff out the life of a beautiful, innocent unsuspecting young woman. He’s so excited that his hands are shaking a little.

“Here it is!” he declares as he pulls his hand out of his jacket.

She instinctively leans closer, eager to see this amazing farmhouse with its intriguing barn. It takes a moment for her to realize there’s nothing in his hand. She’s astonished at his deception.

It’s all the time he needs. He lashes out a hand. Then he victoriously grabs a handful of hair.

She cries out in alarm. Then she screams in utter horror as her head is pushed under. A flurry of bubbles erupt all around her head.

Her feet fly out from under her as she thrashes about. She kicks wildly as she claws at the hand in her hair. The rest of her dark brown strands flow all around her head.

He cannot believe his good fortune. The serial drowner has stumbled upon another unwitting victim. He cannot believe his good fortune… Yes! Ohmygawd; yes! It feels incredible!

Excitement surges through his body like a drug hitting his nervous system. He watches excitedly as she squirms and struggles in his iron grip. There’s a burst of bubbles, followed by another. Then her body starts convulsing, indicating she’s just sucked pool water into her lungs…

Yes, my sweet! Drown for me! Show me those glorious convulsions!

He’s never felt so alive as he does at this very moment. He always feels this euphoric the moment he’s depriving an unsuspecting young thing of her right to breathe. One moment she’s alive, and well… Then next she is hitching and gurgling as she drowns in his relentless grip.

Her struggles lessen as her hands weakly flail about. Her body spasms in obvious agony. Then she abruptly goes limp at the surface.

The last of her air slips out of her lungs. It flows freely to the surface, erupting in little bubbles through her waving brown hair. Now there’s no longer a need to hold her head underwater.

He rises up, sighing happily as a feeling of intense pleasure flows through his body. He stares at her floating form for the longest time while shaking the water off his hand… So very, very good…

Sadly he decides it’s time to leave. He’d like to stay a little longer, but he’s had his fix. There’s no need to take any unnecessary chances.

He stands up and looks around to confirm he’s still alone. Thankfully there are no witnesses to be dealt with.

He quickly walks back along the edge of the pool and slips out the door. His bloodlust has been temporarily quenched again. He leaves her bobbing up and down in the water.

Lifeless eyes stare down at the pool floor. A mouth agapes open. A few more bubbles slip out, followed by a few more.

Her legs sink lower into the water. Then she loses all buoyancy. She slowly descends to the bottom.

Her feet come in contact with the cement floor. She slowly topples forward until she’s lying on her chest. Eventually she’ll be discovered when the manager comes inside. But it’s only because the woman casually looks down into her pool and sees the body lying on the bottom.

2007; 2020 (written Feb 3 ’07; ed. Jul 17 ‘20 by riwa)

(The story is inspired by the picture of the ex-Mrs. Riwa doing a good job of floating face down while holding her breath.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (8)

Posted on May 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming June rewards

Angry moon lifeguard
Alasker wet AI shorts
Entertaining the troops
One last argument
AF’s Escape Artist 3
Satisfying his last client
Her Santamos Island exit strategy
Dolcett Magazine – decap section
American swim III
Air bed
Erotic website scenes-Taylor
And another Club story

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

There have been a lot of distractions this month. For one, mom developed some issues just getting around from a backache situation. She developed a lot of pain, and had to abandon her sofa. It was already a challenge for her to get in and out of.

I was over there almost every day, taking her to the chiropractor while helping out around the house. She tried not to keep me too long as she knows I have a life of my own. But there were some things she struggled to do on her own. Thus, whenever I helped her out, I usually took a lot of time when I got back home to decompress from the stress of worrying about my mother.

As time has gone on, she has gotten much better. She’s seen the doctor a couple times, and has even had at-home therapy. As a result, she is almost back to where she was when this whole thing started. My stress levels have diminished considerably, and I’ve been able to apply myself to my stories a little better. I’m so blessed to still have her in my life.

Speaking of my stories, I have not failed to consider how blessed I am that you are all my patrons. You could go anywhere else, but you have chosen to come here. I’m humbled and honored. Perhaps that’s why I apply myself to editing and perfecting the flow of the narrative. I consider you all to be sharp as tacks. Thus, I feel I need to be at the top of my game when I write for you. That’s probably why some stories don’t get written. I’m concerned about the quality I give to you, and if the details are not coming, I put it aside and work on something else until I can get it right.

(Hey, we’re having a little thunderstorm as I’m writing this. The power just flickered off and on. Thankfully I only lost a sentence or two. But I’m back up and running.)

Anyway, I just want you all to know that I don’t take any of you for granted. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I pray for you all that God will bless you and your families.

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Mila’s compromise 2.5 (35)

Posted on May 19, 2025 by riwa

Demi decided she wasn’t giving Ashton up, no matter how much he was attracted to that bitch Mila. She’d put a lot of time and effort into him. She wasn’t about to lose it all now.

She began a campaign of harassing her husband’s new lover. She did her best to drive a wedge between him and Mila. But the bitch was proving harder to drive away then she’d anticipated.

She tried to work her magic on Ashton. But he was no longer attracted to her. It wasn’t fair he was seeing a younger woman now!

She finally decided to force a confrontation. So she put out an invitation to meet with Mila at the bitch’s favorite restaurant. That way, she figured Mila wouldn’t put up any kind of fuss, certainly not in a public place where she was well known.

Mila came in and was escorted over to Demi’s table. Demi motioned for her to have a seat. Mila looked all around before warily sitting down.

Demi got right to the point. “I invited you here because I want you to know Ashton doesn’t love you. It’s me he loves, me he will always love.”

“I hate to say this,” Mila responded dryly, “especially since I always make it a point to respect my elders. But Ashton has moved on. It seems he prefers a younger model with less mileage on her.”

Demi bristled at the remark. “Less mileage, my eye,” she snorted. “You’ve been run through more times than the Holland tunnel. You really expect to win his heart?”

“I already have,” Mila told her. “You’re the one who should bow out gracefully. You had a good run with him. Now it’s my turn.”

“He’ll leave you and come back to me. I know Ashton. I know his heart.”

“It seems you know him far less than you think you do.”

About that time Pierre came out. He smiled with recognition at his favorite customer. “And what can I get for you today, mademoiselle?”

Mila looked at him and smiled. “Nothing for me, Pierre. I’m just visiting with someone here.”

“And what else can I get for you, mademoiselle?” he asked Demi with forced politeness. She had a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched yet. She hadn’t ordered anything else.

“This is fine,” she said sourly as she motioned at her cup.

“Very well.”

Pierre turned to go. Mila looked at Demi carefully. He had walked a few steps away when she called out, “Pierre? Is Thor still interested in putting together a special meal for me?”

He turned and smiled at her. “You know he loves a challenge, mademoiselle.”

“Don’t go. I might have something in mind for him.”

He bowed… “As you wish, mademoiselle.”

Demi rose to go. “It seems you want a little something to eat. I’ve said my piece. Now I’ll be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” Mila told her with a raised hand. “I don’t think we’re done with our conversation just yet. I want you to stop harassing me. Stop harassing the both of us.”

“Only if you’ll leave Ashton alone.”

“Perhaps we can reach some sort of compromise?”

Demi looked at her curiously. Pierre reluctantly stood nearby, not knowing what he was supposed to do next. It was not a conversation he wished to be a part of.

Mila told her, “I take it you want to live with Ashton, am I right? You want to see him every day; is that what you’re telling me?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“You think Ashton has your heart?”

“I know he does.”

Mila sighed. “Very well, if you’ll go see Thor for me and help him with that special meal he wants to fix, it will confirm beyond the shadow of a doubt Ashton will have your heart.”

“You mean it?” Demi suddenly appeared hopeful.

“I will leave it up to him. He can have your heart if he wants it. I won’t stop him.”

“Maybe I misjudged you,” Demi replied, sensing something had shifted. Was the bitch giving in?”

Mila looked at Pierre and then motioned at Demi, giving him a look of understanding. He returned the gaze with his eyes raised. Then he nodded formally before replying, “If this is what you wish, mademoiselle, I’m sure Thor will be happy to comply.”

“She’s going to do this thing for me, Pierre. This is her way of fully giving her heart to Aston.”

“It will be done, mademoiselle,” he replied with a bow. Then he nodded toward Demi. “If mademoiselle will allow me to escort her to Thor?”

“If I have to,” Demi replied, giving Mila a triumphant look. “Anything to get this bitch out of my way.”

—

Ashton put down his fork. He smiled at Mila as he took a napkin and wiped his lips. “I see Thor finally got to prepare that special dish for you.”

“Did you like it?”

“Delicious. What did he call it again?”

“Sautéed Le Coeur Almandine.”

“Le Coeur?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Isn’t that, uh…?”

“Yes it is, darling. It’s heart.”

She motioned across the restaurant, catching Pierre’s eye. He came rushing right over. “Was the meal to mademoiselle’s liking?”

“Tell Thor it was superb. You may now bring out the best part. I was saving it until now.”

“Very well, mademoiselle.” Then he bowed his head and departed.

“What’s this all about?” Ashton wanted to know.

“I had a little conversation with your former wife today.”

Instantly he frowned. “Is Demi bothering you again?”

“We came to a compromise of sorts. She’ll be coming to live with us. I told her you’d have her heart.”

“But my heart belongs to you, Mila.”

“And so it does, my love.”

She caught sight of Pierre returning. She smiled as she motioned grandly at him. “This is for you, my love.”

Pierre formally came forward. In his hand was a tray. Upon the tray was the head of the woman who would no longer bother them anymore. At least she’d given her heart to the man she loved.

2020 (written for Thor Nov 22 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by his photo manip.)

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By Command of the Order (Male victim) (guest author) 3.7 (23)

Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

The screen of my phone lit up with an incoming Telegram message. In my line of work, Telegram provides security and anonymity, which is imperative to all parties hoping to remain anonymous. The message was from an anonymous number, a simple question that sent a peculiar shiver down my spine.

“Ever beheaded someone with a sword?” it read.

I took a deep breath, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum at a silent auction. The absurdity of the question was huge, but the seriousness with which it was presented was undeniable. This was no jest or macabre role-play. The sender was genuinely seeking an answer.

With trembling fingers, I typed out a cautious response. “Yes, I have,” I wrote, “but what brings you to ask such a question?”

A moment passed, and then another message appeared. “I have a proposition for you. A… service, if you will.” The words hung in the digital void, weighty with implication.

I stared at the screen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. This was no ordinary request, but something about the message, the urgency, the desperation, compelled me to continue the conversation.

“I’m here to listen,” I replied, my voice echoing in the quiet room. “But I need to understand the context before I can consider my answer.”

The response was swift. “I’m not dying,” the anonymous user typed, “I have been offered a choice by my peers on how I wish to answer for my crimes. This isn’t about pain relief or a peaceful end. This is about making a statement and satisfying my peers’ expectations.”

I leaned back in my chair, the cold metal digging into my spine. “What statement do you wish to make?” I messaged back, my curiosity piqued.

The anonymous user responded quickly. “I belong to an Order that has found me guilty of exceeding my power, of becoming a monster hidden behind a veneer of respectability, whose crimes had gone unpunished until now. The desire for beheading wasn’t just a morbid fascination; it was a symbol of acceptance and embracing the needs of the Order to stop my crimes from reflecting badly upon the other members. Being beheaded would satisfy their needs.”

With a heavy sigh, I typed out my next question. “And what happens after the…statement is made?” I paused, swallowed hard, and continued, “What’s the plan for the body?”

The response was cold and calculated. “It’s all been arranged,” they said, “I have a witness who will handle it and will likewise witness my execution.”

The words sent a chill down my spine. “How do you see your execution being carried out?” I responded.

“Like Ann Boleyn,” the man replied, his digital voice devoid of emotion, yet I could almost hear the anticipation in his words. “I want it to be swift, a spectacle to match the weight of my crimes.”.

“Okay,” I responded, remembering that Anne Boleyn was kneeling with her head upright. Anything else?”

The man on the other end took a moment before responding. “I have been granted a final request that is in keeping with my crimes. I am permitted to be naked,” he began, “and as a final act, they agreed to my desire to masturbate for the final time, and as I reach my climax, I want the strike of the sword to take my head.”

I sat there, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a lead blanket. The absurdity of the request was overshadowed by the gravity of the situation. I typed back, “I hate to tell you, but I doubt you will be able to get a hard-on under the circumstances.”

“That’s not a problem,” he replied, “I have considered that. I get aroused easily and, oh, I almost forgot, I expect you and the witness to be naked, which will turn me on, plus I will take some medication to ensure I am aroused. Trust me.”

Surprised about being naked for the task, I texted, “Where and when do you want this to happen?”

“I’ve built an execution stage,” the anonymous user replied, his words painting a grim picture in my mind. “It’s in a secluded corner of my estate. Privacy is guaranteed. I’ll transfer five hundred thousand dollars to your account upon acceptance of the contract.”

“And when?” I asked while almost falling off my chair at the suggested fee for my service.

“Next weekend”, the man replied, the urgency in his digital voice sending a chill through me. “Everything is ready. I just need an expert like yourself.”

“Fair enough,” I responded. “I agree, but I have a couple of conditions.”

The anonymous user replied with a simple “Go ahead.”

I took a deep breath and sent the request for the exact location. I also suggested the time, midday on Saturday, and that the money must be transferred immediately after the conversation, when I would share my account details.

“It will be done,” came the swift reply, with another message afterwards sharing the location coordinates.

Five minutes later, the notification on my phone buzzed with the sweet sound of money being transferred into my account. The sum was substantial, but the task was no ordinary job. I stared at the screen, contemplating the gravity of what was to come. This wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the statement it would make to those people that cared.

With a sense of dread mixed with professional resolve, I stood up from my chair and approached the corner of the room where I kept my collection of weapons. Among the gleaming blades, my eyes fell upon the samurai sword I had acquired from a rare antique store. It was beautiful, yet terrifyingly sharp, a silent sentinel of death waiting to be unsheathed. I picked it up, feeling the weight of centuries of history in my hands. The cold steel was surprisingly comforting as I drew it from its scabbard.

The sound of metal sliding against metal filled the room, a melancholic symphony of finality. I stepped onto the worn wooden floorboards and began to practice the art of beheading, a skill that I had never thought I would need to perfect after the previous occasion. The blade sliced through the air with a whisper, the fine craftsmanship of the weapon speaking volumes about its deadly potential. Each swing was meticulously calculated, aiming for an invisible target that represented the neck of the man I was about to execute.

As the days passed, my apprehension grew, but so did my determination to carry out the task to the best of my ability. I packed my bag, ensuring that the black mask was tucked away neatly beside the samurai sword. The journey to the execution site would take two days, but I knew I had to be prepared for any eventuality. The hood was a symbol of my anonymity, a necessary precaution in this bizarre world where death was a service and I was the provider.

The day of the execution dawned with an unseasonable chill. With the coordinates programmed into my GPS, I set off, the hum of the engine the only company in the quiet predawn hours as I left the hotel. When I arrived, I parked my car and walked through the woods for thirty minutes until I arrived at the exact location, twenty minutes before midday.

The execution stage stood tall and foreboding in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by trees that whispered secrets to the wind. A knot of tension tightened in my stomach, the sword’s cold presence against my back a constant reminder of my purpose. I also noted that there were ten steps to the top of the platform, which was about ten feet by ten feet. More than enough to swing a sword with accuracy.

At the bottom of the stage, a table lay draped in a crimson cloth, a stark contrast to the greenery surrounding it. The sight of it sent a shiver down my body as I looked at the bottle of brandy with three empty glasses, with a note saying, “For you to enjoy should you wish.

This was who I would prepare for my grim task as I took a deep breath and began to disrobe, the chilly air kissing my bare skin. The anonymity of the executioner’s hood and the gravity of my outfit were a stark contrast to the casual clothes I had been wearing just moments before as I folded them neatly on the table. Naked and masked, I poured a swift measure of brandy into a glass, the spirit and flavor warming as I waited.

I stood on the bottom step of the stage, my eyes tracing the intricate design of the sword’s hilt. As the final drops of brandy disappeared down my throat, I saw them emerge from the tree line, their figures slowly materializing as they approached the stage. The condemned man was wearing a white nightshirt that billowed around his knees. His bare feet whispered against the damp earth, and his eyes held a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The witness, adorned in a black mask that concealed his identity, walked solemnly beside him, his robes a silent testament to the seriousness of the event.

The two figures grew larger as they approached, their steps measured and deliberate. The condemned man’s erection was unmistakable underneath his nightshirt, a testament to his morbid arousal.

When they reached the base of the stage, the condemned looked up at me, his eyes searching for any sign of judgment or hesitation. I offered him a nod, my features obscured by the mask. This was the moment of truth, and I felt a strange kinship with the condemned, a shared understanding that we were both bound by the inescapable finality of what was to come.

The witness surprised me by pouring two large measures of the brandy, offering it to the man while drinking the glass he kept in one go. “Ready, Sir?” he asked as he returned the empty glass to the table.

“That I am,” the man responded, drinking the brandy in one go, depositing the glass on the table. The witness looked at me and nodded, and as I started to lead the way up the steps, he unhooked his robe, allowing it to fall to the grass.

As I led the way, the condemned man began to ascend the steps, each footfall echoing through the clearing like a solemn bell tolling for his life. His witness, now naked, followed close behind, the masked face a silent sentinel of the bizarre pact we had all entered into. At the top, the condemned stood on the bare wood, his breathing shallow and quick.

The sight of him there, vulnerable and exposed, sporting a huge erection under his nightshirt, sent a wave of arousal through me, but I knew I had a duty to fulfil as I started to feel myself becoming aroused.

“Sorry about that,” the condemned said, looking at my swelling cock. I had the brandy laced because I wanted to use your excitement as my final muse.”

I nodded, understanding that in this twisted scenario, his final moments were his own to dictate, as I noted that the witness had developed an erection from drinking the brandy.

In silent thought, the condemned man knelt before me, the stage creaking softly under the weight of his trembling body. His gaze never left my crotch, the anticipation in his eyes growing with each passing second. The witness stepped behind him, his hands gripping the fabric of the nightshirt with a surprising ferocity. With a swift, violent motion, he tore the garment down the back, exposing the pale, freckled skin of the condemned to the crisp autumn air.

Now fully naked with the nightshirt nestled around his ankles, the man’s erection stood tall and proud, a morbid totem to his dark desires and the additional effects of the brandy. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my own, and spoke in a low, even tone. “As I reach climax,” he began, “you must strike.” His words were a command, a final act of control in a world that had otherwise spiraled into chaos. I nodded, my grip tightening around the samurai swords hilt.

The witness, his erection evident, stepped aside to give me the space needed for the grisly task. His eyes never left the man before me, a silent participant in this twisted ritual. I moved into position behind the condemned, the blade’s edge glinting in the sunlight that pierced the canopy of leaves above.

The man’s hand started moving up and down his shaft, a rhythmic accompaniment to the rustle of the leaves in the trees as we watched him grow more engrossed in his final sexual act.

He took his time, savoring the sensation of his hand, his arousal, his power over his body even as it was about to be taken from him. His hand was a blur, a silent symphony of skin on skin, his breathing grew heavier as his climax grew nearer. The witness watched, his erection bobbing slightly in time with that of the condemned man’s movements. The anticipation in the clearing was thick, the air charged with a mix of lust and fear.

I could see the veins in his neck pulsing with the increased blood flow as he approached the peak of pleasure. My arousal was unwelcome but undeniable, a dark twist to the morbid dance we were all engaged in. With a deep breath, I centered myself, focusing on the task at hand. This was not about me, nor the witness, nor our perverse reactions to the unfolding scene. This was about the man kneeling before me, about his need for redemption through a dramatic exit.

The sound of his masturbation grew more frantic, and I knew the moment was approaching. I also noted that the witness had started to masturbate as I raised the sword, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. This was not just an execution; it was a grim performance, a final bow to the twisted narrative he had written for himself.

As his hand moved faster, his breath grew more ragged. The witness leaned forward, his eyes glued to the man’s face as he massaged his cock, precum visible, dribbling from the slit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the clearing.

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing. His hand paused momentarily and then with a grunt, he reached his climax as he shot a huge load of cum, landing at least three feet in front of him. The moment hung in the air, a frozen tableau of ecstasy and dread as he spurted more cum from his cock, his eyes closed, as the last tremor of pleasure left his body. Seeing that he had shot so much cum was my signal and it was then that I swung the sword down with all the strength I could muster.

The blade sliced through the air with the speed of a lightning bolt, a silent promise of release. The man’s head didn’t move as my sword exited his neck, but I could see that the blade had done its job, as it slowly toppled from his body, a spray of blood arcing through the air like a crimson fountain. The head landed with a sickening thud on the wooden decking, his eyes staring blankly into the abyss of death.

And then his body collapsed backwards onto the stage, blood continuing to pour from his body. The head now lay by his feet as his body came to rest on its side, his hand still gripping his cock that had now become flaccid in death but we could still see cum oozing from the tip only to mingle with the dark red blood that continued to flow.

The witness’s grip tightened on his cock, his climax overtaking him as he watched his friend’s final moments, shooting his cum, as he remained bound by the perversion of the event as the lifeblood of the condemned man pooled around the stump of his neck.

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves and the harsh breathing of the living. The witness’s masked face was a canvas of conflicted emotions, relief, horror and arousal.

As the man’s body went slack, the witness stepped forward, his erection subsiding as the reality of the situation set in. He gently laid the nightshirt over the headless corpse, a strange act of modesty in the face of such a brutal demise.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It had to be done, and the world is now a better place.”

With the deed complete, I wiped the blade with a cloth I had brought with me and started to walk down the steps, more than happy to leave the grisly task to the witness in dealing with the body.

The mask still in place, I picked up my clothes and walked away, making my way back to the car, naked, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing in the now-silent clearing. The taste of brandy lingered on my tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the bizarre encounter.

I put the sword in the trunk and slowly got dressed, tucking my erection into my tighty whities, not feeling up to relieving myself. My contract had been fulfilled, and my identity remained anonymous as I drove away, half a million dollars better off, wondering why this event had occurred, pondering the remark of the witness, wondering “what had this man done to request such an end?”

by Borehamwood Man

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Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

DEEP BONDAGE SOLO PRACTICE

Judith let Meryl breathe from her regulator as she attached her to the hooks at the bottom of the deep solo tank. Tessa was in the observation room watching. “Remember,” she said into the intercom. “Meryl has to go four minutes if she wants to be a Deep Solo mermaid.”

Judith nodded as she reached for the reg in Meryl’s mouth. The woman in the one-piece filled her lungs as much as she could. Then her air supply was taken away.

A few bubbles slipped past her lips as she settled in for a long breath-hold. She really wanted to be a part of the Deep Solo team here at the Mermaid Lounge. But she needed to be able to hold her breath longer due to the depth of the tank she would be performing in.

Judith held out one finger to Tessa in the observation room. That’s when Tessa began rubbing herself. It was always so damned erotic watching the new girls try to make four minutes.

Meryl tried to relax as she approached two minutes. It was so deep; the pressure was making it a challenge. But you had to be able to hold it four minutes in order to put on a good show for the customers.

Judith held out two fingers for Tessa to see. Tessa rubbed herself harder. So far Meryl seemed comfortable and confident.

Meryl felt the strain in her lungs as she approached three. It was too soon. She needed to be well past three before the discomfort affected her chest.

Judith held out three fingers. Now Tessa was really rubbing herself. Was she about to get to watch another drowning?

Meryl felt her chest hitch as her stomach rippled. She lost bubbles out of her mouth as her cheeks began to bulge. Then she opened her eyes and anxiously looked up at Judith.

Judith shook her head and wriggled a finger at her. Then she held up four fingers before patting the reg in her mouth… “Hunh – unh. You have to make four minutes to get this or suffer the consequences.”

Meryl winced in agony as Tessa rubbed herself harder behind the glass. How much longer did the new girl have to go? Was she going to make it? She looked like she might just get there.

A sudden burst of bubbles poured out of Meryl’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she began hitching and gurgling.

Judith noted the time. It was too late to pass the regulator to her. So she quickly reached down, disengaged the attachments holding Meryl down, and then began transporting the drowning woman back to the surface.

In the observation room Tessa shuddered from an intense orgasm. Meryl had come close this time. Maybe she would eventually reach four minutes. Or maybe she would keep falling short and drowning on them, which was entertainment enough in and of itself.

Tessa vowed to be down in the observation room to witness each and every subsequent attempt. Besides, these were just too damned erotic to miss.

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THE FREEDIVING TEASE

Every wreck seems to have one. There’s always a female who likes to freedive a sunken vessel. She is often topless as she cavorts in fins, a dive mask and weight belt.

Her male counterparts are usually clad in a wetsuit, or some other modest form of swimming attire. They are usually geared up in some sort of breathing apparatus. But she prides herself on being a wreck-nymph, using only the air in her lungs.

She teases the divers around her in the usual manner. First, she gets their attention by flashing her tits at them. Then she enticingly wriggles her thong-covered ass. If any one of them should make a move in her direction, she will always let out a bubbly laugh before blowing a kiss at them as she fins away.

Whenever she draws near to a diver, she always watches the crotch of her intended victim. The bigger the bulge, the more of an impact she knows she is having. It gives her a thrill turning on so many men, only to playfully fin away the moment they reach out toward her. She loves leaving them with a serious case of blue balls.

She frequents the wreck several times a week. It’s always on a day when she knows the scuba divers will be out. It makes no difference if he has a dive buddy who is male or female.

She flirts even more if there’s a female diver in the water. It brings out her competitive nature. She’s always testing her ability to see if she can lure away any woman’s dive buddy by flashing her exposed assets.

The divers at the marina all know about her. But none have ever successfully bedded her. To her it’s just a game.

On this particular day, a male goes out to do a little diving on the sunken vessel. He’s heard about this teasing nymph who loves to freedive the wreck. He has his own ideas as to what he might do should she make an appearance.

He goes out, gears up and then goes over the side into the water. He’s in the wreck barely five minutes before he has company. The nymph has arrived to torment him.

He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he examines his surroundings. This causes her some degree of consternation. Her powers have never failed before at this depth. She will have to try harder.

She is forced to return to the surface to refill her lungs. Then she goes back down. Her pride has been challenged; she will not be denied.

She finds him again and shakes her tits at him. He does not seem the least bit impressed. She wriggles her thong-covered ass in his direction. He just turns and fins along the side of the wreck.

She cannot believe he is not affected. She was sure she saw the beginning of a bulge. She decides she might have to try a more direct approach with this one.

She finds him in an open section of the wreck. She draws closer and touches his chest with her hand. She throws everything she has into her seduction.

The bulge makes a definite appearance. She knows she has succeeded. Now she must head back to the surface to refill her lungs.

To her surprise he reaches up and grabs on. But he has not grabbed a part of her body. Instead, he has latched onto her weight belt.

She tries to jerk herself upward. But he pulls her right back down. A warning spasm ripples through her chest.

She tries to break free. But he will not let go. Now he reaches down, pulls out his cock, and begins to stroke himself as he watches her while he exhales.

She exhales too. But she does not have a similar source of air like he does to replenish what she’s lost. Instinctively she covers her mouth with her hand as she tries to pry his fingers loose from her belt.

He jerks his dick harder as she loses more air. Bubbles fizz around her fingers as her eyes widen in horror. She’s going to drown if he doesn’t let go!

He suddenly jerks a load out of his cock. But she is not excited to have made him cum. She has other, more pressing issues to attend to.
Her lungs heave in her chest as her body screams for air. She loses the last of her breath. Then she shudders from a horrific orgasm before…

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