Mother’s 40th birthday 4.4 (51)

Posted on May 5, 2025 by riwa

After the guests had left the party, I set up something special in the living room. Mom was ecstatic when she came in and saw the dangling noose with the kitchen stool beneath it. She blushed as she blurted out, “Oh honey; you shouldn’t have!”

“I wanted to wait until after everyone had gone home, mom.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you did. I would have been embarrassed to hang in front of them.”

I helped her out of her blouse and skirt. She looked pretty sexy in her lacy bra and pantyhose. And she was still wearing her heels.

I proceeded to cuff her wrists behind her back. I purred into her ear as I told her, “It’s what you always wanted; right, mom?”

“Oh, honey; it’s wonderful! You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

I reached around and rubbed her crotch. It was incredibly wet. “I can tell. You’re definitely excited, mom.”

I helped her up onto the stool. Then I looped the noose around her neck. She gasped the moment the coil touched her flesh.

“What’s the matter, mom?”

“Oh, honey. I can’t believe how excited I am. I’m going to cum any second now.”

“I’d better tighten up that rope around your neck, mom. It wouldn’t do to have you step off and end up standing on the floor now; would it?”

I chuckled as I snugged it good and tight. Mom let out another sexy gasp. Then I went over and made sure the end was secured so she wouldn’t reach the floor once she stepped off.

I came back over and admired her as she stood there trembling. “Mom, you look so damn sexy standing there all noosed up like that.”

“Honey, you have no idea how hot I am right now. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh yes you can, mom.”

“How do I do that?”

“By stepping off and dancing like the sexy noose-whore you are.”

“Oh, honey! You have no idea how much your words are turning me on!”

“Then step off for me, mom. Step off and hang yourself like the noose-whore you are!” And that’s just exactly what she did.

Her heels missed the floor by a good foot or so as her legs kicked. A moment later she began arching her back while thrusting her hips forward. The crotch to her pantyhose soaked clear through until she was dripping her arousal down her legs.

She danced a good two or three minutes. She actually came twice before I let her down.

She was breathless as I loosened the noose from around her neck. It took her a couple minutes to compose herself. She smiled as she told me, “Honey, that was incredible! I came so hard!”

“I’m glad you liked it mom. Because you’re going to do it again in a few minutes.”

“Oh?”

“Dad and Bobby will be here any moment. I promised them they’d get to watch you hang naked. Now let me help you get your bra and pantyhose off.”

“Honey, I can’t hang in front of your father and brother!”

“Sure you can! They’re going to love it!”

I pushed her backward onto the couch. Mom still had the noose around her neck, and her hands remained cuffed behind her back. She was in no position to stop me.

I pulled her heels off first. Then I pulled her pantyhose down her legs. She kept trying to protest… “Honey, don’t… maybe you shouldn’t… I don’t know about your brother and father… I’m not sure about going naked.”

I split her legs apart and dove right in, lapping up her flowing juices. She gasped, “Honey, no! Honey, you mustn’t – ohmygawd!” Then she started mewling and whimpering.

A male voice excitedly gasped, “You started without me!” I just turned and grinned. “C’mon over, Bobby! C’mon over and have a taste!”

Mom was embarrassed. “Honey, I don’t think Bobby should do this.”

I was on my feet as Bobby dove in to carry on what I was doing. “Don’t worry, mom. I’m just going to get the scissors for your bra. You won’t be needing it again after tonight.”

“I won’t? Honey, you’re not seriously thinking about – ohgawd, Bobby; don’t stop!”

I went into the kitchen and retrieved a set of scissors. I came back and cut mom’s bra off her chest. Now we wouldn’t have to remove her handcuffs to get it off.

Mom’s eyes rolled as she gasped, “Ohmygawd!” Then she shuddered in orgasm.

I took that moment to remove all my clothes. I figured we were all going to get naked anyway. Then I changed places with Bobby, giving him time to get undressed.

Mom tried to gasp for breath. “Oh honey; not again!” Then I began feasting on her cunt as Bobby took all his clothes off.

Mom cried out in orgasm. Then she gasped, “Enough! Give me a minute… to catch my breath!”

I smiled as I pulled back. I turned to see Bobby stroking his meat. He had a nice cock that was almost as long and thick as daddy’s.

“You heard her, Bobby. Mom needs to catch her breath.” Then I gave him the end of the rope before pointing over to where I’d secured it.

He grinned as he started to pull on it. Mom was forced up off the couch onto her bare feet. “Now wait a minute, kids!” she gasped anxiously.

Bobby was still pulling, forcing mom to step up onto the kitchen stool, when father walked in. I turned and smiled when I saw him. “Hi, daddy!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said we were hanging your mother for her 40th birthday.”

“Especially for you and Bobby, daddy. I’m going to enjoy it too. But I’ll bet mom’s going to enjoy it most of all.”

Mom called to him, “Honey, can’t you make them… Bobby, be careful with that rope… I’m going up already… honey, can’t you… do something?”

“Oh, I am,” father said as he began taking his clothes off.

Bobby tied off the rope. Mom was left standing on her toes, her heels just up off the stool. She shuffled around a little, trying to maintain her balance.

Bobby came over to stand next to father and I. Mom looked so sexy standing there noosed and naked. I was incredibly horny, while Daddy and Bobby were both sporting erections.

“Happy 40th birthday, mom!”

“Happy birthday, mom!” Bobby repeated.

“Happy birthday, honey!” daddy added in unison with my brother.

Mom writhed and squirmed as she told me, “Honey? You know, I think I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“No you’re not, mom.” Then I stepped up and started caressing her all over.

Daddy and Bobby stepped forward to help me molest mom. I lowered myself until my tongue found her swollen nub. I began licking and nibbling as we all touched her everywhere.

At first mom didn’t know what to do… “Bobby, you shouldn’t… oh honey, I know I said I wanted to do this for you… Sindee, you’re just like your name, especially if you keep that up… ohgawd!”

Mother humped my face in orgasm. Bobby excitedly gasped, “Let’s hang her now!” Then he and daddy picked mom up off the stool so I could take it away.

Mom tried to protest as they lowered her back down. Then the noose took her full weight. She rasped as she began to kick a little.

At first she undulated like a snake. Her back arched as she threw her chest out. Then she started humping the air.

I didn’t think mom could cum like that. She really gyrated in the noose. Her face turned a wonderful shade of red.

I went over and loosened the rope. Mom came down until her feet found the floor. I called out, “Daddy, you should give mom a flying fuck now!”

He smiled as he asked her, “Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” Mom shook her head.

I pulled on the rope until her bare feet left the floor. I called out, “Ask her again, daddy!”

“Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” This time she nodded her head.

Daddy stepped forward until his cock pressed against her. Mom wrapped her legs around him and tried to climb him. Then his cock found her slit. She slid back down until she was fully impaled.

At first she rested as though she was trying to take a moment to catch her breath. Then she started rising up and down by using her legs. She rasped for breath as Bobby stroked himself while I held onto the rope.

“Wow, daddy! Mom really loves it!” But I cheated a little by pulling up and down on the rope. It helped mom ride daddy until I fluids came out around Daddy’s cock.

He stepped away, leaving mom to dangle. I had to struggle to hold onto the rope. Then I called out, “Your turn, Bobby!”

I pulled mom higher into the air as Bobby stepped forward. Then I teasingly lowered mom down. Her pussy found his shaft as her legs frantically wrapped around him.

I tied the rope off as Bobby gave mom a sexy, flying fuck. I stepped forward and sucked on one of her nipples. Daddy walked up and sucked on the other one.

Mom gurgled as she climaxed again. Bobby let out a cry of pleasure. Then he stepped back and gasped, “Now let her hang!”

“I will!” I declared. “First, I want to feast on mom’s death cum.”

I knelt and stuck my face in her crotch. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders. But it didn’t help her all that much.

Mom slowed down as she gurgled. She tried to hump my face. She was getting pretty red as I coaxed a cum out of her with my tongue.

“She’s just about gone,” I said as I pulled back. Daddy stepped forward to make sure. He speared her with his dick, but she made no effort to wrap her legs around him.

I think you’re right, honey,” he observed as he pulled out and stepped back. Bobby stepped forward to find out for himself. Mom hardly made a move as he stuck his dick up into her.

“Happy 40th birthday mom,” I purred. “You were so sexy.”

“Yes you were, mom,” Bobby agreed as he pulled out and stepped back. Mom gently swung back and forth from the momentum of him pulling out of her pussy.

We all stood there enjoying mom dangle all naked and quiet. A moment later there was the sound of liquid hitting the carpet. Mom had finished in style.

1-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet

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Off-duty lifeguards 4.1 (37)

Posted on April 28, 2025 by riwa

“Closing time,” Vanessa declared as she checked her watch. “Looks like we’ve got the pool all to ourselves now.”

“Yes we do,” Brooke agreed. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You looking forward to this?”

“Hell, I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we first set it up!”

“Yeah, but what if you back out?”

“Not going to happen. What about you?”

“Not on your life. After all, Paul promised to go all the way. By the way… where IS Paul?”

At that moment, they heard a door close. So they both turned to look. That’s when they saw him.

Paul smiled the moment he saw Brooke and Vanessa looking in his direction. He immediately thought about what they’d all agreed to engage in at this late hour. It made his cock swell within his speedos. He was definitely looking forward to this!

Both female lifeguards began strolling toward him in a sexy and sultry manner. Were they looking forward to this every bit as much as he was?? He still couldn’t believe they had all agreed to this!

They came right up to him, standing on either side of their hunky companion. “Looking forward to this; eh, Paul? I’ll just bet you are. I can tell.” That’s when Vanessa groped his noticeable package as though to confirm her analysis of the situation.

He smiled as he put his arms around his two coworkers. “With a couple of sexy bitches like you two? Who wouldn’t be excited about what we’re going to do tonight!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Vanessa chuckled as she continued to grope his package. “So who’s going first?”

“That ‘sexy bitch’ is!” Brooke laughed as she motioned at her coworker. “Besides, I want to watch. Hell, I’m getting all turned on just thinking about it! And I plan on timing her just to see how long it takes!”

“Oh, it won’t take long at all,” Vanessa declared as she gave his cock and balls another playful squeeze through his suit.

“Now pay real close attention to us when we’re in the water,” Paul instructed Brooke. “That way, you’ll know what you’re in for.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” Brooke purred. “I’m so excited I could just burst! So let’s get started!” Then she paused before adding, “We’re not going to be disturbed, are we?”

“No chance of that,” Paul told her with a knowing smile. “I made sure of that. We have the place all to ourselves. So let’s get started, shall we?”

—
Down in the observation room, Brooke watched through the glass as Paul and Vanessa reached the bottom of the pool. The only things they were wearing were their weight belts and dive masks. It didn’t take long until they had gotten themselves into a 69 position, with Vanessa lying on the pool floor.

‘Paul loves to stay in shape,’ Brooke chuckled inwardly to herself as she observed her sexy, underwater coworkers. ‘Even now, he can’t help doing a few push-ups just to keep that handsome body of his all toned and in shape.’

Paul was doing push-ups, all right. But he was going up and down with his erection in Vanessa’s mouth. Meanwhile, she was aggressively masturbating herself, holding her breath while swallowing a mouthful of tasty man-meat.

Brooke inhaled deeply at the erotic sight. She also could not help masturbating as she watched them. Besides, she was imagining herself lying at the bottom of the pool with Paul’s dick down her throat. Because when Vanessa was done, she would be next!

Paul did his pushups… up – down, up – down. Brooke’s lady-parts tingled like crazy as she watched him thrust his dick down Vanessa’s throat. She could not resist touching herself as she gasped, “Yeah, baby! Make her gag on that tasty meat! Make her swallow it whole!’

It disappeared all the way into her coworker’s mouth before almost coming back out. Vanessa grunted, but she did not appear to resist. Brooke gasped and moaned as she caressed one of her breasts while touching her privates through her suit.

Brooke noted the time as they shifted positions. So far, it had been a little over a minute. Now they were on to the main event.

Vanessa was still on her back. But Paul was now on top of her, thrusting deeply as though wanting to push his erection all the way through her. His efforts were slow and deliberate.

Brooke imagined it was her on the pool floor receiving Paul’s thrusts. She felt little erotic jolts as she watched them going at it. But soon, it would be her turn in the water with their handsome coworker.

Was he still going to go through with it? Were they both going to take this all the way? They had discussed it and had agreed to it. But she was still unsure whether or not this was really going to happen.

Right now, she was so damned horny as she watched them in the pool! She’d fucked Paul several times before. In fact, they had both fucked him – above and below the surface of the water. But tonight was going to be something special!

Brooke watched Vanessa pull Paul close as they really went at it. Then she checked her watch. It read 2:18.

Gawd; they were really going at it! And it was erotic as hell! Brooke kept pace with them, furiously masturbating as her heart hammered in her chest.

Paul looked as though he was not holding anything back. And Vanessa had her legs tightly wrapped around him as though trying to take him deep inside her. It looked like that sexy bitch was really going to go through with it!

“Do it!” Brooke gasped excitedly. “Fuck the bitch! Make her cum as she drowns! Ohmygawd; yes… YES!””

There was a sudden burst of bubbles that exploded out of Vanessa’s mouth. Was it on purpose or accidental? Brooke couldn’t tell. But she quickly noted the time on her watch as she groped herself even harder.

One thing was certain. Vanessa looked as though she was cumming hard. Damn, that looked intense!

Brooke thought she saw Vanessa suddenly begin to writhe around underneath their hunky coworker. Were those chest contractions? Wait; was she cumming and drowning now?? It sure as hell looked like it!

“Do it!” she cried out excitedly. “Drown her ass, Paul! Drown her fuckin’ ass!”

Paul was still thrusting. And Vanessa looked like she was convulsing. And with that, Brooke suddenly cried out in orgasm.

For a moment, everything went dim from the intensity of her pleasure. Then her vision cleared. That’s when she saw that Paul was still thrusting into her coworker.

Vanessa had gone mostly limp. Then there was one last burst of bubbles that came out of the gently spasming woman’s parted lips. It looked as though Paul had fucked them right out of her coworker’s drowned body!

Where had those bubbles originated? Had it been an orgasmic aftershock? Or was it because her lungs had now fully flooded. Brooke almost hoped it was the latter, although she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her good friend and coworker.

She watched as Paul hauled the limp lifeguard back to the surface. Brooke had to take a moment to compose herself from the incredible eroticism of it all. Then she headed topside.

Would Vanessa be ok? She certainly hoped so. Gawd; it had looked so utterly thrilling! And soon, it would be HER turn!!

She heard the sound of coughing as she reached the top of the stairs. Brooke entered the pool area and saw Paul and Vanessa sitting over at the pool ladder. Her coworker was still coughing a little. But other than that, she appeared to have weathered the storm.

Brooke made her way over to them. She knelt and asked Vanessa how she was doing. Her coworker gave her a huge smile as she panted, “Dreamy!”

“How was it?”

“Intense. I was getting kind of scared just thinking about what was going to happen next. But it felt so good that I just went for it. So I deliberately released all of my breath. That’s when I swallowed water and started cumming like crazy.”

“She squeezed so hard I thought I was never going to get my dick out of her!” The girls just laughed at Paul’s remark.

“I could feel him fucking me as I kept gulping water,” Vanessa went on. “But I was no longer in control of my actions. I couldn’t do anything! I just had to lay there and let the bastard fuck me and drown me.” She paused as she tried to come up with the right words to describe it, finally settling on… “It was… It was HEAVENLY!”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as Paul and Vanessa tried to compose themselves. Then she gave Brooke a curious glance. “Well? What’s it going to be?”

“Gimme your weight belt!” Brooke declared, stretching out her arm as she started to remove her suit. “I’m IN!”

“Baby, he’s really going to drown your ass!” Vanessa remarked with a grin. “And I’m going to be down there watching every intoxicating second of it!”

2023 (written Sep 8 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s clip from which I took vidcaps.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.6 (8)

Posted on April 24, 2025 by riwa

Coming May rewards

The ladies who failed at City U

Livia

Pictures for the Journal

She was vocal

Mrs. Anderson wants to have fun

Punishment 2

Shark Lagoon

Pleasing others

Captivation

American swim II

Long drop on Santamos Island

Seducing daddy in the pool

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

And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. Revelation 6:4 KJV

Now let me see. Ukraine/Russia. Iran/Israel. China/United States. Pakistan/India. Am I missing anyone? Oh yeah, probably a bunch of smaller countries angry with each other. Boy, it sure looks like we’re getting really close to the Tribulation; doesn’t it?

Ugh! Too heavy? Let’s try something a little lighter, shall we?

I pulled into mom’s driveway the other day. I was by myself in my vehicle. But there was a little interaction that went something like this…

“Excuse me? What’s this? Aren’t you going to let me out?”

“I miss you. We need to talk.”

“Talk? I need to get out. Why won’t you let me out?”

“You don’t take me anywhere anymore.”

“Take you anywhere? I’ve driven you almost everyday for a week!”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

“I paid good money for you! Now would you please unlock and let me out?”

“It’s another car, isn’t it. It’s that Ford Focus we’re sitting behind, isn’t it. I’ve seen you getting into it with that old lady.”

“That’s my mother’s car, you idiot! That old lady you’re referring to just happens to be my mother! She lets me drive it so we can take turns swapping cars whenever we go into town! You know she rides in here with me sometimes!”

“Take it back! Take back that ‘idiot’ remark or I’m not letting you out!”

“Ok – ok; you’re not an idiot! Now would you let me out so I can go into the house to see my mother?”

“So you can get into that car with her and drive off again and leave me sitting here?? I knew it! You want to drive that car more than you want to drive me!”

“Will you just !%W%$*^$&% let me out already??”

“Ok – ok; fine! I’m letting you out! But the next time we get together…”

“What do you mean ‘NEXT TIME’??”

*SIGH*

The mechanic says I need to replace the door lock activator. The part will be in early next week. I just hope my car will let me in and let me out between now and then.

I hope YOUR car is treating you better than my car is treating me. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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Janet’s hanging scene 4.5 (50)

Posted on April 21, 2025 by riwa

Janet emerged from the darkness. She was totally naked, her large breasts hanging pendulously off her chest. She stared in shock at the noose bathed in light from the open door.

She studied it for the longest time. She was both frightened, yet captivated. It was as though the coil was beckoning to her.

What was it doing there? Had Norman put it there for her? If so, why had he done that?

She walked up to it and reached out toward it. Janet’s hand made contact. It filled her with dread, as well as a perverse thrill.

She felt her trimmed fuzz moisten between her legs. Janet looked all around. Someone had left a stool along with a set of handcuffs. Probably Norman again.

Numbly, she moved the stool beneath the noose. She didn’t know why. Then she climbed on.

Now the coil hung too low. She saw where it was attached. So Janet climbed down and went over to that spot.

She loosened the rope and reattached it, making sure the noose would accommodate her head once she stood upon the stool again. She didn’t understand why she was doing that. What the hell was wrong with her??

She looked up at the noose with sadness. But there was a certain eroticism to the coil. She imagined her lover back home crying his eyes out over her sacrifice. She also envisioned Norman showing up and jacking off to her nude, dangling body. Was that why he’d set it up? She couldn’t help but wonder.

As if in a fog, Janet picked up the cuffs and climbed the stool once more. This time, the noose was at just the right height. She reached out and took it into her hand, feeling the scratchy hemp.

She shivered from a mixture of fear and arousal. She was trembling as she slowly pulled the rope down over her head. Then she tightened the coil against her throat.

The hemp scratched her, giving her the chills something fierce. Strangely, she was incredibly wet between her legs. Did she really want to go through with this??

A part of her said this was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But the idea of hanging herself to death and being found by Norman was strangely arousing. Would the pervert jack off to her dead body? Inwardly, she almost hoped he would.

She looked at the cuffs in her hand. Trembling, she attached one to her right wrist. It connected with a metallic click.

Now was the moment of truth. She could remove the noose and climb down. Or she could finish attaching the cuffs to her wrists behind her back.

She thought of her lover back home… her cold, unfeeling lover. Then she thought of strange, perverted Norman. Oddly, the thought of entertaining him with her dangling, naked body seemed preferable.

She brought her arms behind her back. Janet fumbled for the cuffs. Then she clatched the metal onto her left wrist.

Janet felt a sudden surge of arousal the moment she’d committed herself. It nearly made her cum. She gasped as she struggled to maintain her balance. One false step on the chair now, and it would all be over.

But wasn’t that what she intended?

A shadow suddenly filled the doorway, blocking the light into the room. Janet saw that it was Norman. He stared at her as though caught totally by surprise upon seeing her noosed and naked.

He gasped in shock, instinctively reaching out toward her. Was he going to try to stop her? What should she do?

Norman paused as he started panting heavily. Janet saw him reach down and fumble with his trousers. A moment later the belt and clasp came loose.

She saw the bulge before he pulled down the underwear. Then he started stroking the exposed erection. ‘Oh, Norman; you love me!’ she thought. ‘Allow me to give you great pleasure!’

Janet felt a surge of joy and arousal. She happily stepped forward. That’s when she lost her footing on the stool, causing it to tumble behind her as she swung forward.

Her face registered the shock of the agony around her throat. But Norman did not come to her aid. Instead, he just stroked himself harder. It made her think she had to give him some sort of show if she could.

The rope had not yet cut off her air supply. Thus, Janet still had control of her muscles. So she began to kick as she swung back and forth.

Norman stroked harder. Janet thrust her chest forward toward him. Norman’s expression was one of unbridled lust.

Her hands jerked instinctively behind her back. At first, she tried to remain calm and not fight so much. Then she realized he might actually enjoy seeing her struggle in faux panic.

Fear mixed with pleasure, both engulfing her from head to toe as she began to fight the noose. She kicked and swung in what now had become an instinctive attempt to free herself. But it was much too late for that.

Her brain began sending out mixed messages. ‘Norman, get me down! No, Norman; I want you to fuck me! It hurts so much! No; let me dance for you!’

Oddly, she wanted to feel the strange man inside her. But that was no longer possible. So she thrust her crotch outwardly in his direction.

She began to wriggle and gyrate like a worm on a hook. Now her actions were totally out of her control. She threw her chest out. Then she humped the air until she began to climax.

Janet had never squirted for her lover. But she squirted now for Norman. He watched in awe until she saw his cock erupt in his hand, shooting spurt after spurt in her direction. It gave her a perverse thrill despite the agony of being forced to surrender to the noose.

Janet finally began to settle down. She had exhausted herself. But in the process, her struggles had tightened the noose considerably.

She tried to stretch her toes downward. Then she tried to catch her breath. When that didn’t work, her body exploded one last time in unbridled panic.

She desperately fought the noose; this time, she could not help herself. Then she squirted again. Janet finally settled down to gently swing back and forth, her muscles too tired to gin up a third try at a struggle.

Norman carefully approached her as though afraid she might bite. He curiously reached out. Then he touched Janet’s wet crotch.

Her nerve endings registered the sensation, and she quivered at his touch. He slowly fingered her. Then he slid a couple digits inside her as though exploring what had made the wetness on the floor.

Janet had lost all feeling to her feet and lower legs. But she could still feel activity in her crotch. She quivered at Norman’s touch, mentally thanking him before her vision spiraled away.

She hoped her dance had given him pleasure. Then consciousness faded away. Norman jerked his fingers out of her in shock once she began urinating on him.

3-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the internet by JackR.

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Old West gallows show 4.1 (43)

Posted on April 21, 2025 by riwa

My wife and I were taking a vacation through Arizona when we spotted a sign for an Old West town. She pointed at the sign before asking, “Richard, can we pull over and check it out?”

I told her I didn’t think there was anything there she would be interested in. But she said she wanted to stop. She is always on the lookout to buy something she really doesn’t need. Mary is the type of person people are counting on when they put up all those tourist traps.

I pulled off and drove to a parking lot. We got out and wandered around the buildings. Then she went inside to check out the gift shop.

I was bored watching her buy stuff she didn’t need. So I told her I’d be outside wandering around the grounds. She told me to go right ahead.

I wandered down toward the gallows at the end of Main Street. I was curious, being as how several older tourists were starting to gather around the structure. They all had their cameras and iPhones out, and several were taking pictures.

About that time, three people came out from between two buildings. One looked like he was dressed as a padre, a yellow placard in his hands. But it was the other two that caught my eye.

The other male was wearing a black shirt and hood. But he wasn’t wearing any pants. That really caught my attention.

As I drew closer, I discovered why he was sporting an erection. He and the padre were escorting an attractive female with no clothes on. She looked to be in her thirties.

Instinctively, I looked all around. Thankfully I didn’t see any minors standing nearby. Puzzled, I stepped forward for a closer look, wishing I hadn’t left my camera in the car.

The padre escorted the female up the steps to the gallows. I saw a noose already in place. The end of the rope draped off the edge of the gallows where the executioner walked over and picked it up.

I was surprised when the naked woman smiled at all the tourists. Then she grabbed the noose that was dangling there. I did not expect her to loop it around her own throat like that.

There were lots of whistles and catcalls. Then the padre hung the placard around her neck. It read “Town Whore.”

The whole thing was crazy! They weren’t really going to hang a nude lady in front of all those tourists; were they? A part of me thought I shouldn’t stick around to watch, but I was really curious.

About that time, I felt a hand grab my arm. Mary had joined me. That’s when she caught sight of what was going on… “What are you looking at-RICHARD?!”

She tried to shield my eyes as she blurted out, “Don’t look at her; she’s naked!” I brushed her arm away. Then she gasped, “They’re not really going to hang her like that; are they?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “They haven’t even tied her arms behind her back.”

“He’s not wearing any pants!” Then Mary pointed at the executioner. He was clearly sporting an erection as he stood there holding onto the end of the rope.

The padre solemnly, yet loudly, declared, “It is my duty to condemn you for your sins. As the town whore, you must hang in front of the whole town.” Then he nodded at the executioner.

Mary gasped, “He’s not really going to…” Then the young woman was pulled up into the air. She immediately started kicking and dancing as though she was putting on a performance.

“What is she doing??” my wife blurted out. All the other tourists were busy taking pictures as the town whore put on a lewd display. She rubbed her tits while grabbing her crotch.

I was shocked. Was it all an act? How could she hang like that while masturbating? Wasn’t the noose painful around her neck??

Mary tried to cover my eyes again. I just brushed her hand away. I guess I wanted to see what was going on, mostly because I had a hard time believing it was really happening.

The executioner’s cock suddenly began to spurt. The woman stopped struggling and dangled quietly. Then the executioner eased up on the rope, letting her down in a heap onto the floor of the gallows.

The tourists eagerly snapped pictures the entire time. Once again, I regretted leaving my camera in the car. Mary just stared in total shock.

The executioner walked up onto the gallows. He removed the noose from around her neck, picked up the young woman, and then slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His cock was semi-hard as he carried her down off the gallows with the padre in tow.

The tourists never stopped taking pictures until the padre and the executioner returned from whence they’d come. Some took a few more pictures of the gallows. There were several comments as they began to wander away.

Mary looked at me in shock. “Can you believe they… they just hanged her like that??” I shook my head, not sure what I’d just witnessed.

“And can you believe that executioner?? He wasn’t wearing any pants! And he… and his cock went off!”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“And that woman! The sign around her neck said she was the town whore!”

“Well, she certainly acted like one in the noose; didn’t she?”

Mary hit my shoulder as she blurted out, “I can’t believe you stood there and watched it all!”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“You could have looked away!”

“I don’t think she wanted me to! Did you see her looking right at us?”

“Richard, how could you??”

“You didn’t have to stick around and watch, you know. Did you buy anything in the gift shop?” Then I noticed the bag in her hand.

“Spent more money, did you?”

“I saw something I liked and just had to buy it.”

“Maybe they ought to hang you next.”

“RICHARD???”

She looked at me for a really long time. She appeared to be deep in thought. I looked at her curiously before asking, “What is it?”

She was hesitant as she replied, “I was just wondering…”

“What?”

“If I… If I let them… if I let them hang me… would you… I mean… would you take off your pants and… and pull me up into the air?”

5-17-22 Inspired by the manipulation I found on the Internet.

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Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 4 4.1 (22)

Posted on April 14, 2025 by riwa

I was just making the finishing touches on a new contraption for drowning experiments when Janet Wamsley came up to me…

“Doc, can I see you for a moment?”

I shook my head as I reminded her that Dr. Crocker was the true doctor around here. She chuckled as she told me how everyone else was referring to me as that, especially Jenna and Briana. Then she added, “Speaking of Jenna and Briana…”

“What about them?” I asked. “Are they having second thoughts? Do they wish to depart?”

“No, doc; it’s not that at all. It’s just that…” Then Janet lowered her head as she told me, “Those drowning experiments you conducted the other day? I, uh… I’d like to be next… that is, if you don’t mind.”

“Miss Wamsley, you know the dangers. Besides, Skip would kill me.”

“No he won’t, doc. I’m volunteering of my own free will.”

“Janet, you’re here to help me take readings and monitor the valves and devices. You’re not here to be a part of the experiments.”

“I know that, doc. But watching Jenna and Briana during those last experiments? I just… I mean… I want to… you know… I really enjoy being in the water, doc. I would appreciate it if you would consider using me for at least one experiment, especially now that Jenna and Briana are out of service for the next few days.”

“Janet, I’m not sure…”

“What about using this contraption, doc?”

She pointed at the new water tube Dr. Crocker had recently installed. I was in charge of making sure it functioned properly. And since we were testing using specially oxygenated water, it was another way of seeing more results concerning an individual drowning in that water.

The tube was up, and I was filling it with water to check on the seals. Janet observed the immobilization pieces within. She just stared as though mesmerized.

I filled it completely. Then I let it stand like that for several minutes. Janet remained right there with me, looking inside the glass at the filled chamber.

I drained all the water away. Then I retracted the glass tube. It lowered into the floor with a hiss, leaving only the wet platform and the immobilization frame.

Janet stepped closer and touched the metal framing. Then she turned toward me. “Doc, can I…?” She paused without finishing the thought.

“I don’t know, Miss Wamsley. There’s not much room in there. You can see it’s quite claustrophobic.”

“Oh, doc,” she breathed. “I’d like to try it anyway; if it’s ok with you. May I? I mean… I’d like to drown at least once before Jenna and Briana recover and start demanding you drown them again.”

“I don’t know…”

“Doc, please?”

I sighed heavily. “Well, everything seems in order. I suppose the next step in the process is to put someone inside and see what happens.”

“Then I’m your girl!” Janet proclaimed. A moment later she realized she’d come across a little too demanding as she added, “Please, doc? If it’s ok with you?”

I checked my wristwatch. “They might be available,” I murmured. “Let me check.”

I left to go contact our two orderlies. They said they could be ready in a few minutes. They seemed more than a little eager once I explained that Miss Wamsley would be the participant in the next experiment.

I went back to the room with the drowning contraption, only to discover Janet was gone. Had she changed her mind? Inwardly I was glad, as I did not want to incur Skip’s wrath if something happened to her.

I was about to go back and contact the orderlies to cancel their assistance when Janet returned. This time, she was wearing a robe. She smiled as she told me she was ready to drown for me.

I shook my head. “I don’t know about this, Miss Wamsley. I’m not sure how Skip would feel if I…”

“Skip would be thrilled to hear I got to participate in a fetish of mine. He’ll be happy to learn I got to drown under monitored conditions.”

“Being monitored does not guarantee safety, Miss Wamsley.”

“Oh, but I want to, doc. Besides, I can’t wait to see how jealous Jenna and Briana will be once I arrive in the infirmary after participating in a drowning experiment. They’ll be positively green with envy!”

“I don’t think you have the right frame of mind for the experiment, Miss Wamsley.”

About that time, the two orderlies arrived. Janet grinned at them as she shed her robe. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing underneath.

They both tried to maintain their professionalism as they looked my way. I just motioned at the frame before telling them, “Put her in it. I guess she really wants to drown.”

Janet Wamsley climbed onto the platform. The orderlies worked to lock her into the metal frame. She looked as though she was trying to be professional about it all. But her excitement showed through her demeanor.

They got her all locked in. Janet flexed her hands. She was really locked in nice and snug.

The orderlies stepped out of the way. “Ok, Miss Wamsley; if that’s the way you want it. I guess I’ll have to drown you then.”

I went over to the controls and got started. A moment later, there was a distinct hissing sound. The walls to her tube were rising up all around her.

She panted for breath as the tube rose up out of the floor until it came in contact with the ceiling above. There was another hissing sound as it sealed… or at least, that’s what it was supposed to do. Janet just stood there, panting like crazy as her hands kept flexing.

I spoke into the mike. “Ready to drown in there, Miss Wamsley?”

“Wow, doc! You make it sound so exciting when you say it like that! Yes, I’m more than ready!” Her voice reverberated inside the chamber.

I shook my head as I started the water. It rose up around her feet, reaching her ankles. She closed her eyes and panted for breath. Was that a distinct moan I heard from inside the tube?

There was no need to delay the procedure. This was not for dramatic effect. Thus, water rapidly filled her chamber.

“Big breath, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t take one, if you prefer. You’re going to drown either way.”

She inhaled sharply. I thought I saw her cheeks bulge. The water was soon past her breasts and almost to her neck.

The specially prepared water rose all the way up past her face. It kept flowing until there was a quiet hum. A light on my board came on, indicating the chamber was completely full.

Janet’s eyes opened up at that moment. Her cheeks were still bulging. Was she having second thoughts? Or was the excitement of the moment overwhelming her sense of reason and caution?

“Hold your breath for as long as you want in there, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t hold it at all. You wanted to drown. So I’m going to make sure you get your wish.” I just hoped I wasn’t going to regret my decision to let her go through with it.

She held her breath for one minute. A few bubbles trickled out of her nose. Then she passed a second minute.

Her nipples were erect. She appeared to be sexually excited about the whole thing. She certainly looked as though she was writhing about in there.

Was she feeling claustrophobic? Was she regretting her decision? What was going through her mind at that moment?

I noticed the orderlies were staring at her. I could tell they were affected by her decision to go naked. It sounded like they were breathing heavily.

Janet hitched as she lost a sudden burst of bubbles. Instinctively, she bulged her cheeks. Her eyes widened in alarm.

She lost another burst of bubbles. Janet hitched again. A convulsion rippled through her chest, setting her breasts to bouncing.

She appeared to take a huge gulp. There was an immediate response as she coughed up bubbles. Then she began thrashing about in her metal confinement.

The orderlies stared. I stared right along with them. Then Janet went into seizures as she kept gulping water.

I thought I saw a discharge down around her crotch. A few more bubbles came out of her parted lips. Janet stared dully as though she couldn’t believe what had just happened to her.

I gave her the same mental countdown as I had with Jenna and Briana. Then I drained the tank. When it was empty, I began the process of retracting the chamber into the floor below.

The glass encircling her had just barely disappeared into the floor when the orderlies sprang into action. That was a lot of metal holding her in place. But they had her out of it surprisingly fast.

They hefted her around the corner to their waiting gurney. She was carefully laid out upon it as they started CPR. I thought I heard coughing as they wheeled her down the hall toward the infirmary.

—

A couple hours later, I went to go check up on her. She was in bed, beaming from ear to ear when I arrived. Her roommates looked less than pleased the moment I entered.

“She’s been telling us all about it, doc,” Jenna complained.

“You didn’t tell us about that drowning chamber,” Briana added petulantly.

“That’s because it wasn’t quite ready yet, ladies.”

“Well, you should have told us!”

“I would have told you, Jenna, once it was ready.”

“Well, now you have to let us try it out next, doc.”

“I’ll have to see how the data comes out with Janet’s drowning, Briana. I don’t know if I’ll need to use it again, or how soon.”

“It won’t be soon enough,” Jenna told me. “I’m going next.”

“I’m next,” Briana interrupted. “I want the orgasm that Janet’s been bragging about.”

“I take it you’re unharmed, Miss Wamsley?”

“Unharmed?? She fucking loved it, doc! I want to ride it next!”

I looked at Jenna and shook my head at her remark. “Allow me to process this batch of data first.” Then I nodded at Janet.

“Thank you, Miss Wamsley, for your participation.”

“Happy to do it, doc. Contact me anytime I can be of further assistance.”

Briana was having none of that. “Oh, no! I’m going next!”

Jenna quickly interjected, “No, I am!”

I just shook my head at the three of them. But Miss Wamsley’s expression indicated she was more than satisfied all the way around with the outcome of the experiment. I wisely took my leave before any further arguments could develop.

2022 (written for Skip and Drownlover July 11 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the vidcaps I took from Skip’s clip.)

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The last time I filmed her 3.9 (38)

Posted on April 7, 2025 by riwa

Melissa greets me at the door in a black, lacy one-piece outfit with spaghetti straps, an outfit that’s almost see-through. She has a look of excitement in her eyes.

“You like?” she asks eagerly, modeling it for me. I nod, my eyes staring hungrily at her body.

“I’m glad you called and wanted to come over today. It’s been awhile since we shot that last set of asphyxia scenes. I’ve been aching to shoot a few more. I’m so excited that I’m actually wet down below!” Then she giggles impishly.

I’m not surprised. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric of her flimsy outfit. “I should’ve known,” I reply with a wry smile. “I forgot how much you enjoy doing this.”

She grins before deliberately rubbing her breasts in front of me. “Do a good job on me today and I’ll thank you in a more ‘expressive’ manner.”

She sees the camera gear and the duffel bag in my arms. Her eyes twinkle excitedly. “So where do you want me first?”

Damn! She’s more than a little excited. This is going to be fun. Too bad this is going to be the last time I film her.

“Why don’t you start in that rocker over there,” I say, pointing at a blue rocker in the living room. “We’ll go from there, ok? Why don’t you pretend you’re watching TV?”

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asks. I can tell she’s trembling with excitement.

“Let’s let that be a surprise, shall we?” I suggest with a sly smile. She nods agreeably.

“Oh, FUCK!” she gasps. “I’m horny as hell. I hope your insurance is all paid up… ‘cause after we’re done filming, I plan on having you leave here crippled by the time I get through with you.” She gives me a wicked grin before adding, “I can’t wait to get started.”

I can tell she’s raring to go. Never have I had such a willing “victim”. It’s going to make things so much easier.

I place the duffel bag in the dining room so she can’t see the toys I brought with me. Then I set up the camera as she takes her place in the rocker. She’s so excited that her nipples look like they’re going to pop off.

I call out, “Ready?” She nods eagerly.

I walk over to the TV set and turn it on. I walk back to the camera and turn THAT on. Then I walk past her into the dining room.

As I pass by I allow a hand to trail briefly over one of her breasts. She sighs excitedly. Then she tries to concentrate on a TV program she has absolutely no interest in watching.

I grab the item out of the duffel bag that I plan on using. Then I pause at the entrance to the living room, forcing her to wait. I know how much these asphyxia games make her excited. So I want to prolong her sweet agony by making her try to be patient. She’ll be in real agony soon enough.

I slip back into the room and come up behind her. Then I quickly wrap the red necktie I have in my hands around her throat. She lets out a startled cry as her hands instinctively flutter up.

I make it snug as I pull hard on both ends. Instantly she starts bucking and squirming, gasping madly for the breath that’s being denied her. Her mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to pull air into her lungs.

Her eyes focus on some distant spot on the ceiling. Meanwhile she reaches up for the object that’s strangling her. I watch her thrust outward with her hips as though she’s fucking some invisible lover.

Her face starts to get red as her tongue slips out of her mouth, saliva gathering at the tip. I notice her eyes start to roll. She spasms wonderfully as her legs kick frantically, delicious gasps for breath spilling out of her opened mouth.

Her legs stop kicking as her hands fall limply into her lap. Her head lolls off to one side. That’s when I loosen the tie from around her throat.

I step away for several seconds, allowing the camera to capture the scene. Then I loudly call out, “CUT!” That’s when I walk over to the camera and shut it off.

“Oh, FUCK!” Melissa gasps, a dazed look in her eyes. “I really came hard that time. I guess I didn’t realize how excited I was.”

“There’s more,” I tell her before I walk back into the dining room.

She excitedly gasps, “Gawd, I hope so!”

I pick up a chair and then bring it into the living room. I place it in front of the sectional and point to it. “Sit!” I tell her authoritatively.

Obediently she jumps out of the rocker and moves over to the chair as I adjust the camera. “I’m supposed to be unconscious?” she asks excitedly. “You’re going to do more to me, aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right I am,” I say with an evil smile.

I see her gasp eagerly. Then she slumps in the chair as though unconscious.

“I’m turning the camera on now,” I tell her. “Stay just like that. I’ll be right back. Don‘t look up.”

She gives me no response. She just sits there quiet and unmoving. ‘Good girl,’ I think as I walk into the dining room.

I come back into the living room with what I need. I stop by the rocker and pick up the discarded necktie. I have a different use for it now.

I step over to Melissa before taking the tie and wrapping it around her head, covering her mouth. Then I open the box I brought in with me. That’s when I start wrapping my victim in green Saran Wrap, effectively pinning her to the chair with her arms at her sides.

I swear I can feel her body trembling as I secure her to the chair. Moments later I’m done. Then I step aside to allow the camera to focus on the helpless creature sitting totally at my mercy.

“Wake up, bitch!” I state authoritatively. She moans through the tie covering her mouth. Her eyes open wide as she discovers the situation she’s in.

She starts grunting at me, shaking her head while manifesting an appropriate expression of fear. But I can see how hard it is for her to mask her excitement. Still, she’s doing an admirable job.

I’m so glad she answered that ad I placed in the paper so many months ago. I’ve gotten a lot of great photos of her. It’s just too bad this has to be our last time together.

“Let’s start with this, shall we!” I state enthusiastically as I lift the box of Saran Wrap in front of her, exposing a section of the green material between my hands. “Shall I kill you now?” Then I move forward menacingly.

I hear her muffled grunts of “NOOO… NOOO!” She violently shakes her head. But I can see the “OHGAWD, YES!” in her eyes as I approach.

I slip behind her as she deliciously begs for her life. Then I quickly bring the section of material up over her face. That’s when I pull hard, suffocating her.

Melissa tries to scream through the necktie and the plastic wrap. It’s a wonderful, terror-stricken scream. It once again reminds me how fortunate I was to find her.

Soon enough, she can’t scream at all. I see the plastic covering her mouth and nose wrinkle in and out. She fights desperately to breathe.

Her legs start to kick wildly as she tries to fight me. But the wrap has her pinned quite nicely to the chair. She can’t even move her arms to stop me!

She grunts and struggles, her eyes closed as she suddenly shudders hard. It makes me wonder if she’s having another orgasm. At least she’s enjoying these photo sessions of ours.

I see her hands clench and unclench at her sides. Her face starts to turn red again. I see one more desperate effort at resisting. Then she stops fighting as her body goes limp.

I remove the plastic from her face. Her head flops forward. There is no further movement.

A moment later she jerks a little as she starts to come around. I realize I’ve actually made her pass out. Incredible! What a great scene this is going to make!

“Are you still with me, bitch?” She groans weakly.

“Good! That means I can have some more fun with you before I finish you off!”

I unloosen the tie from around her mouth. It falls down around her neck. Then I walk over to the camera and turn it off so I can set it up from another angle.

“Oh, FUCK – that was hot!” she gasps. “I must’ve cum a couple times at least. I think I even passed out for a couple seconds there!”

“I think you did too,” I reply. “You’re doing ok, aren’t you?”

“Oh, YEAH!” she replies eagerly. “This is great shit! How’s the video coming?”

“What – you want me to shoot the scene all over again?” I ask with amusement.

I can see by her expression that she probably wouldn’t mind that at all. Then I double check the recorder. “Turning the camera on…. NOW!”

Instantly her expression changes to one of fear. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t kill me!”

Excellent! We’ve done this before, and she plays the part well. She hardly needs any direction from me as she knows full well what‘s expected of her.

“But I can’t let you go,” I tell her. “You’ve seen my face.”

“I won’t tell another soul; I swear!”

“Hah! As soon as I leave, you’ll go running right to the police.”

“No, I won’t; honest!”

She follows me with her eyes until I casually walk behind her. She’s “terrified” over what I‘m going to do to her next. Then I grab the tie and start to adjust it around her neck so I can strangle her with it.

“NOOOO! OHGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DIE! NOOOO – AWK!”

I start to pull until I feel her body struggle in the chair. Her hands flex as her legs start to kick outward. Delicious little gasps emerge out of her lungs until her chest heaves as she fights for breath.

She gurgles as she tries to force air through her windpipe. Instinctively she looks up at the ceiling as though pleading to the Almighty to deliver her. Her tongue wiggles out past her lips as though it too is trying to reach oxygen. That’s when her face turns a wonderful shade of red.

Melissa gawks and gasps as she tries to breathe, her struggles getting weaker. At that moment I get a whiff of her arousal as it wafts up from the seat of the chair. It looks like a little puddle might be developing down there. Then she shudders hard before suddenly going all limp on me.

I loosen my grip on the necktie as her head flops back, her eyes glazed over. I see her body tremble before she gasps for breath again. That’s when I allow the tie to dangle loosely from her neck as I move to turn off the camera and change the angle once more.

“Oh, FUCK!” she sputters. “THAT was INCREDIBLE! I REALLY came hard that time!”

“I know – I can smell it,” I tell her with a grin.

She lowers her head and blushes. Then she gives me a big grin. “You just wait until I can properly repay you! You’re gonna be sore for a month!”

I tell her, “But I’m the one who pays YOU for these scenes! After all, you’re getting $500 for this latest batch of material.”

“I know – I know. Sometimes I think I’d be willing to do this shit for nothing!”

I just laugh at that. “Yeah, you probably would, wouldn’t you? So are you ready for the next scene?”

“Oh, HELL yeah!”

“Action!” I respond as I start the camera once more.

Instantly she transforms herself into the helpless little victim. “PLEASE! Don’t HURT me anymore! I promise – I’ll never tell another soul, OK? Please let me go!”

I walk up to her, grab the tie and start to wrap it around her mouth once again. “NOOO!” she wails, her cry muffled, yet understandable. “NOOOO!”

“Time to take care of you once and for all!” I declare. Then I turn and walk out into the dining room to retrieve my last prop, her muffled wails echoing in my ears.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

I walk back in with some clear plastic folded up in my hand. Her eyes widen in alarm. “UNH-UNH… UNH-UNH!” and she starts shaking her head.

I unfurl it with a quick flick of the wrist. Then I open it like I’m opening a bag to rake leaves into. Her eyes get even bigger.

She cries out in terror. Then she starts squirming around as I approach her. I find the opening and pull it down over her, chair and all.

It’s an empty bag I found that was used to protect some large electronic equipment. It’s large enough to contain both Melissa and her chair. It’s a good thing I didn’t throw it away back then.

I begin pulling it down over the top of her. It’s a pretty large bag. She tries to act frightened, but I can tell it’s having quite the sexual effect on her.

She shakes her head as she struggles in the chair. I adjust the bag, pulling it down until it totally covers her. It hangs down past the seat, almost totally encasing her.

I can only imagine how aroused she is. I can only imagine how strong her aroma is inside the bag. That’s when I think once more about what I’m about to do to her.

I feel my own arousal ratchet up a notch. Then I step back and admire my handiwork. This is turning out far better than I could have possibly imagined.

Melissa plays her part perfectly. Her terrified expression is evident on her face. She cries out through the tie covering her mouth.

I watch her shake her head as she vainly tries to free herself. Her muffled cries cause the bag to fluff as her breath leaves her nose. Then I walk over to the camera and watch a few more seconds through the display before crying out “CUT!”

She pauses to stare at me. Her chest rises and falls. I strongly suspect she’s climaxed again.

“Are you enjoying this?” I ask with a wicked smile as I move the camera to another angle. She eagerly nods at me. I suspect the tie over her mouth is hiding a rather large grin.

I walk over to her and pat her on the head. “Good! Just one more camera angle. Then we’ll be finished.”

I see a flash of disappointment in her features. “Oh, don’t worry,” I say reassuringly. “This scene will be the best ever, Melissa. Because in this scene I intend to kill you once and for all.”

I pause to allow that to sink in. She looks at me in surprise, her expression frozen. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking it over, trying to decide whether I’m being serious or if I’m just playing the game. So I decide to help her out with this one…

“That’s right, Melissa. This is going to be our last time together. I’m already packed up; everything I own is in the van outside. I’ve done all the scenarios I think you are capable of doing. But I think it’s time to find some new blood. You’ve been great, babe. But all good things must come to an end. Now it’s time for you to die.”

Her eyes widen as I bend down and start the camera. Then I look at her, lick my lips and dramatically say “ACTION!” I see the color drain from her face as I slowly walk toward her.

Her eyes open wide. Then she shakes her head as she starts to struggle. It makes me think this will be her best fight for life ever.

I walk behind her and wrap my hands around her neck. Then I slowly start to squeeze. I hear a muffled “NOOOOOOO!” as she really starts to struggle.

The chair rocks as she fights to get free. I hear muffled cries of terror as the plastic around her face wrinkles out and in, out and in. I squeeze my hands a little harder, but not too hard.

I want her to experience one last orgasm before she dies… maybe even two! I want the camera to capture her glorious climax as her life is casually snuffed out. I want it to be our best video shoot ever.

Melissa cries out in agony, suffering from the combined horror of suffocation and slow strangulation. At that moment I know I’m making an excellent video. Her rapid gasps for breath cause the bag to inflate and deflate noticeably around her head.

It isn’t long before her cries become indistinguishable croaks and gurgles as I squeeze a little tighter. She struggles like a hellcat. But the Saran Wrap holding her to the chair is too tight.

She’s finally beginning to understand she’s not getting out of the chair alive. Then I feel her body shuddering madly as her hips thrust outward. It tells me she’s having one hell of an orgasm!

Sadistic bastard that I am, I ease my grip around her neck, allowing her to suck in stale air inside the bag. If anything, it causes her to struggle a bit more. Then I cruelly tighten my grip around her neck.

I hear a muffled “GAWK!” as her body tries to fight me. I decide it’s time. “Time for you to die, Melissa,” I say softly into her ear.

I’m certain she heard me. Then I squeeze hard, choking the very life out of her. I hear a muffled grunt as her body shudders in my grasp.

For a moment I think I can once more detect the heady aroma of her arousal slipping out from inside the bag. Her legs kick wildly as though they can somehow free the rest of her body all by themselves. I know she‘s cumming hard one last time.

A moment later her orgasm sends her to oblivion as her body shuts down. I feel her relax in my grasp. I maintain my chokehold for another couple of minutes, making sure life cannot return before I let go. Then I release her, allowing her head to slump forward.

I step aside and allow the camera to record her unmoving body for several seconds. Then I gently remove it from its tripod so that I can record her eternal slumber from every angle. Strangely, she looks more intoxicating than at any time I’ve ever known her.

It’s time to go…

Sighing heavily, I proceed to gather up my equipment. I stuff everything into the duffel bag including the plastic bag, all the Saran Wrap, the necktie… everything. The smell of her orgasms hangs heavy in the room. I just hope that she got off as much as the people who will pay handsomely to acquire the video I’ve just shot.

I look at her one last time as she slumps in the chair. That will never do. She looks too uncomfortable.

I gently pick her up and lovingly stretch her body out on the sectional. Then I give her a quick peck on the lips as a “thank you” before gathering my things and heading out the door. Then I’m off to a new city… in search of a new model to film before I eventually snuff her cute, unsuspecting ass…

2007; 2021 (written for “Melissa” Feb 15 ’07; ed. Sep 18 ‘21 by riwa)

(Pictures are from my personal collection and have been added for illustration purposes.)

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Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 3 3.7 (25)

Posted on March 31, 2025 by riwa

Both Jenna and Briana showed no ill effects from their initial drownings. Doctor Crocker had dutifully looked in on each one during their time in the infirmary after each one had drowned and had been revived, making his own notations. Then he came to see me.

“Both subjects seem to be in good health and great spirits,” he told me. “I hear you tried to discourage them from taking part in the initial drownings. Not only are they undeterred, it would seem they’re both eager for you to drown them again.”

“The fault is mine, Doctor,” I admitted. “I was concerned over their participation and their willingness to drown. In an attempt to make things more… palatable, shall we say? I included a little erotica for them both. I fear I’ve only fueled their thirst for more.”

“Indeed you have, I would say,” he chuckled wryly. “It seems they both wish to… how shall I say this? Oh hell; they want you to fuck them as you drown them.” He smiled at me as my face went beet red with embarrassment.

“You seem to have made an impression on them,” he went on with a chuckle. “But I’m more interested in the results to the mist and the modified water tests. I’m afraid it will require more experiments if we are to have any data to process. So tell me,” he added with a wry grin. “Are you willing to drown them for science, especially if fucking them in the process is the price you have to pay?”

“I’m still concerned about their safety, doctor.”

“They’ve volunteered; have they not? I trust your judgment. I would tell you to make sure you have any and all safety precautions set in place. But I already know you well enough to know you’ll be as careful with them as is humanly possible.” Then he patted me on the shoulder.

“Better get to it, my friend,” he grinned. “The last I saw, they were eyeing the orderlies like sides of beef. So the way I figure it, you might as well go and enjoy yourself. I trust your data will be… relatively objective?”

I shook my head in dismay as he turned and walked away. I swear I heard him mutter, “Poor guy. Those girls are gonna wear him out if he’s not careful.” Then I heard him chuckle as he rounded a corner and disappeared out of sight…

—

I was still trying to work these girls into seeing the danger of volunteering, especially since our tests included some inherent risks – including the possibility of lung damage. I suppose I was trying to frighten them away by encouraging them to pack up their bags and end their participation. But I guess they’d gotten a taste of something exciting about the whole thing, especially since I’d included an erotic aspect to the experiments.

I decided to try one more test on each one, just to see how far they were truly willing to go. This time, I figured I needed to include some sort of sex in it, as they’d both pretty much begged me to fuck them as I drowned them. The only question was how to proceed.

I figured I would do the mist test with Briana and the saturated water experiment with Jenna. I had something in mind for them both, especially the little brown-haired submissive. I figured when I was done with them, I would either put the fear of God into them… or I would have a couple of – dare I say it – ‘drowning sluts’ on my hands.

Janet Wamsley was on loan to me for the day. So I put her to work preparing Briana’s test. She came in wearing white shorts and a white button-up blouse. Even with the top couple of buttons open, it barely contained her breasts. Her cleavage was showing rather nicely, but she was all business.

I called on the 31 year old blonde-haired, blue eyed Aryan to report to the room where the experiment was going to occur. Briana showed up 3 minutes later in a light blue Speedo that highlighted her 34DD’s. She smiled when she saw me. I could tell she was excited as hell.

As I slipped behind a glass screen to check a control panel, I allowed the lovely Janet to prepare her. Briana was asked to remove her swimsuit. Then she was strapped vertically into a set of ropes and chains that hung down from the ceiling.

I overheard the amorous German try to come on to Miss Wamsley. But Janet was straight – the consummate professional. The woman’s efforts were in vain.

It wasn’t long until the naked, buxom blonde was held suspended a couple inches off the floor of the room, her legs spread and held open. Her nipples were hard, and she appeared to be quite excited as she gently swung back and forth. A full face mask hung next to her head, the hose going up into the ceiling.

I removed my clothes as Janet prepared Briana. When she came back around to monitor the controls, she gave me a knowing smile without saying a word.

As she studied the readouts, I came out around the glass screen to face Briana. Her eyes lit up excitedly. Then she gave me a rather lewd smile upon noticing my hardening cock.

“Oh, Doc!” she gasped breathlessly. “You’ve REALLY got me helpless here! So what are you going to do to me? Is the entire room going to flood or something?” Her pussy was perfectly level with my crotch. She was the right height for me, and was totally helpless.

Without a word, I took the full facemask and adjusted it tightly onto her head. “Breath-games, eh Doc?” she gasped hopefully, her mask somewhat muffling her words.

When I turned to look at Janet manning the controls, she nodded at me, indicating everything was ready. “Proceed,” I told her. Immediately there was a faint hiss to the hose of the facemask.

Briana blinked as though she was totally confused. Perhaps she couldn’t tell Miss Wamsley was adjusting the air in the hose to allow the mist to flow through. She just looked all around as though wondering what was going on.

I walked up to her with a knowing smile. Then I began touching her all over… molesting her, so to speak. The idea was to get her to deeply inhale the mist.

I must say, I rather enjoyed myself. She began panting heavily as I gently caressed her luscious mounds. As I fingered her hard nipples, she moaned softly through the facemask.

I reached down to rub her glistening crotch. She wriggled and squirmed, adding to my arousal. She gasped and moaned as I wriggled a couple of fingers inside her dripping pussy.

The lights to the room dimmed. That was the signal from Janet without her needing to acknowledge me verbally. It meant Briana’s lungs had been properly misted according to her readouts.

“Please, Doc!” the aroused blonde begged.

I slowly pressed my hard cock against her wet slit. The overly excited German girl thrust against me, grunting anxiously. She was eager to impale herself, wanting to feel my shaft inside her as her body swayed a little in her suspension.

She moaned again, and I felt her muscles start to squeeze my cock. She took me deep inside her, and she started to fuck me. “Gawd; it’s so good!” she panted inside her facemask. “Doc, I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time now!” I smiled at her, but I chose not to respond.

She moaned and whimpered as I took my time while slowly building her up. I don’t think she had a clue what was coming. Either I was going to scare her half to death, or I was going to push her over the edge into a full-fledged drowning enthusiast.

I grabbed her ass and started thrusting harder into her pussy, making her body shake in her suspension. Her breath quickened as her moans increased. Then I slipped a finger past her anal ring into her ass.

She stiffened, groaning in lust and whimpering helplessly. “Deep breath, honey,” I warned her, “in 3… 2… 1… NOW!”

She dutifully gasped for breath, her chest swelling. A moment later, she cried out as a new sound filled the hose… the sound of rushing liquid. Janet had dutifully activated the flow of water at my mark.

Briana cried out in alarm as water flooded upward from the hose into her facemask, her eyes opening wide in horror. At the exact same moment, I began thrusting harder into her spasming pussy. She grunted and bubbled as the true nature of the experiment suddenly became known to her.

In moments, her air was gone. Her breath bubbled out of her mouth and nose to rise up into the top of her facemask. Her eyes got even bigger, and her nipples poked out harder than I’d ever seen them.

I thrust harder into her pussy. If she really wanted me to fuck her as she drowned, I’d decided she was going to get her wish. She grunted and bubbled as I literally fucked the air out of her lungs.

Her chest started to heave from her need for air. She bubbled and started to thrash about. I just gripped her ass and held on.

It wasn’t long until her pussy started spasming hard around my throbbing manhood. It clenched and unclenched onto my cock with her vaginal muscles. A minute went by, then a minute and a half.

The more she grunted, the harder I thrust into her. It wasn’t long until she started wriggling like she really wanted to get loose from her suspension and get some air. “Oh no, my dear,” I told her gently as I grimly shook my head. “You wanted me to fuck you as you drowned; remember? Well baby, today is the day. So you might as well hang on and enjoy the ride.”

She cried out in a flurry of bubbles, her chest heaving against mine. Her spasms were deliciously erotic. I was moments from cumming.

At about the 2:10 mark, I finally exploded into her pussy. Her expression flickered as though she could actually feel me filling her with my seed. Then she glubbed, losing a burst of bubbles.

A moment later, she climaxed savagely, her pussy clamping hard onto my cock and furiously milking me. She screamed a flurry of bubbles as she came like a wildcat. Her body heaved, fucking me hard as I held on to her for dear life.

Her pussy got incredibly tight as I thrust hard into her spasming snatch. Then there was another glub of water…

Briana was drowning…

Her body thrashed about in her suspension as I continued to pound her pussy. She glubbed and gurgled, her chest heaving as she pulled great gulps of water into her lungs. Her eyes opened wide in horror as little bubbles slipped out through her parted lips. Then she shuddered hard before going still, hanging limp from the chains and ropes that held her suspended just off the floor.

I savored her for a few moments, feeling my cock in her still spasming pussy as I caressed her breasts. She needed to remain drowned for several seconds in order to fully test the mist. I actually counted to ten in my head – a little quickly though, I might add – before pulling out of her, ripping off the facemask and causing water to spill all over the floor.

As soon as I stepped away from her, two orderlies rushed into the room with a gurney, having already been summoned by the ever-professional Miss Wamsley. In less than thirty seconds, they had her detached from all the ropes and chains, and had her lying naked on her back on the gurney.

They were giving her oxygen as they rushed her out of the room in the direction of the infirmary. I watched them go, concerned for Briana’s wellbeing. I was about to follow them until I remember the data I needed to process.

I went back around the glass screen to retrieve my clothes and then look at the figures. I thanked Janet for her assistance before dismissing her. She nodded politely and then left. But the buxom assistant looked flushed, panting quietly as though she was breathing heavily or something.

I thought I could see her nipples poking through her shirt as she headed out the door. There was a coy little smile on her face as though she’d enjoyed watching the show. I suspected she was off for a refreshing swim to go relieve herself.

I certainly couldn’t blame her. As for me? I had my data to attend to.

10 minutes later, I got a call from the infirmary. Briana was breathing on her own, and was doing just fine. I could hear the orderly talking to her while he was trying to communicate with me…

“What’s that, miss? … of course, I’ll tell him… yes, I’ll use those exact words… Sir, the patient wishes me to inform you that she’s quite all right and that her experience was, and I quote… ‘So fucking hot that I came like a fucking locomotive!’ … yes, miss I told him those exact words… a ‘fucking locomotive’, yes ma’am.”

“Tell her I’m glad she’s all right,” I replied. “That will be all.”

“Yes, sir.”

I went back to studying the data, knowing more would soon be coming in from the infirmary. Besides, I had another drowning to plan. Jenna was going to be jealous as hell if I didn’t get to her next… and soon…

—

3 hours later, I had Jenna’s test ready in the same room. Once again, Janet was back at the controls in her white blouse and shorts, every bit the professional assistant. Everything was ready; we just needed our other “guinea pig”.

I was about to have her send for Jenna, when the feisty little brown-haired submissive came looking for me in her tight, yellow one-piece. “There you are, Doc!” she exclaimed. “I was looking for you! I saw Briana in the infirmary, and I was wondering when you were going to get to me…”

Her voice trailed off when she saw the small, circular metal tub full of water sitting in the middle of the floor. Her eyes opened wide as a look of unbridled excitement filled her features. “Is that for me?” she gasped breathlessly.

I sent Janet around the glass to help her remove her suit. Then she was instructed to kneel naked in front of the bucket. I could tell Jenna was quivering with excitement and arousal.

“Am I supposed to put my head in here?” she asked Janet excitedly. Miss Wamsley simply nodded.

“Is Doc over there going to, uh…?”

“Probably,” Janet said with a coy smile.

“Should I wait? Or should I sort of… get used to it?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” Miss Wamsley answered agreeably.

Jenna smiled before taking a deep breath. Then she put her head into the water to test its warmth. Janet came back around the glass screen to observe the proceedings.

Once again, I was naked as I came around to the 105 pound 29 year old. She came up for a breath, water dripping out of her face and hair. I was already kneeling behind her.

When I reached around to fondle her 34 B’s, she moaned softly. “Oh, Doc!” she panted. “When I heard what you did to Briana, I was so jealous.”

I told her, “You don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, her body trembling at my touch.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, honey. I’ll do the rest.”

She looked over her shoulder to smile at me. Then she filled her lungs. I watched her dunk her head into the specially prepared container of water.

I caressed her ass softly. She moaned into the water, sending small bubbles up to the surface. I rubbed my hands all over her naked body as she kept her head submerged.

She was under for quite a long time. It was close to 2 minutes or more before she came up panting for breath. “Gawd, Doc!” she gasped breathlessly. “Now I really want you to fuck me!”

“You just keep dunking your head and holding your breath,” I assured her. “Then we’ll be just fine.”

She inhaled sharply as she knelt over the metal basin. Then she lowered her head into the water. That’s when I rubbed my hand over her wet crotch.

She moaned and bubbled, her body wriggling sexily. I was hard in no time at all as I fingered her dripping pussy. She moaned and bubbled again as I gave her a gentle finger-fucking.

After what felt like another long breath-hold, she came up gasping for air. “Gawd, Doc; you’re TEASING me! Fuck me, damn you!”

She took another deep breath. Then she dunked her head again. That’s when I figured it was time to satisfy her lusts.

I moved right behind her and centered my cock against her dripping slit. Then I slowly pushed into her. She moaned erotically, pushing back against me. A flurry of bubbles billowed up all around her flowing brown hair in the metal basin.

She grunted as I began fucking her slowly. It wasn’t long until we settled into a nice, steady rhythm. Her hands rested on the edges of the metal tub until her lungs gave out. Then she pushed herself up out of the water, panting like mad.

She moaned and whimpered before taking another deep breath. “Harder, Doc!” she begged, trying to deeply impale herself on my cock. Then she lowered her head back into the water, her pussy milking my throbbing shaft as sexy bubbles dribbled up through her flowing hair.

I thrust harder into her pussy, figuring I might as well enjoy myself. Looking up, I saw Janet watching the two of us going at it with what appeared to be clinical interest. The only thing that gave her away was the flushed look on her face, as well as her erect nipples poking through her blouse.

Jenna started to grunt and bubble as the two of us rocked harder and faster. I felt the moment was drawing close. Her drowning would probably push me over the edge.

I felt her chest start to spasm as I groped her tits. Then I removed my hands and placed them firmly on her head. The submissive little bisexual suddenly grunted in alarm as she started to bubble.

Instinctively, her hands flew up in a protective gesture to pry mine off her head. I just maintained a steady pressure, thrusting harder and harder into her pussy. Jenna became even more anxious.

She wriggled around as she tried to pull my hands away. I just continued to push down on her head, not trying to be rough or aggressive or anything like that. I was simply trying to hold her head underwater and drown her.

My reward was an erotic bursts of bubbles. She fumbled for the edge of the basin. Then she tried to push herself up for a breath.

She flailed at my hands again. I thought I heard her bubbling “GET OFF – GET OFF!” Then she began slapping the floor with the palms of her hands before once more trying to pull on my wrists.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles as she blew away the air in her lungs. She gurgled a moment later, causing her pussy to start milking my cock in her drowning convulsions. Then she exploded in a violent orgasm.

It was enough to set me off…

My cock exploded in her spasming pussy, filling her with my cum as she thrashed about in the water. I had to push down a little harder to make sure her head stayed under. It was only a small container of specially mixed water to begin with. but if the results were good, I was prepared to consider using a greater amount of water in a larger vessel with the same proportion of the additive mixed in.

Jenna suddenly went limp as a stream of small bubbles broke through her flowing hair to pop at the surface. I no longer had to push down on her head, as she leaned forward lifelessly. Her hands flopped down onto the floor.

I gripped her lithe body and mentally counted rather quickly to ten as I thrust in and out of her. Then I pulled out of her pussy. A bit of my cum leaked out of her slit.

I was in the process of pulling her head out of the water when a couple of orderlies took over for me. In seconds, they had her up on a gurney and were administering CPR, giving her fresh oxygen. I thought I saw her body twitch moments before they hauled her down the hall out of sight.

I stood up, walked behind the glass screen and started to dress, looking at Janet curiously. She was bending down as though looking at some numbers. But her breathing was heavy and labored.

“Thank you, Miss Wamsley; that will be all.” She nodded professionally. Then she made her way out of the room, no doubt needing some private alone-time in a pool somewhere.

After studying the data and making my observations, I finally made my way down to the infirmary. Jenna and Briana were both there, talking excitedly to each other from their beds. They strangely went silent when I walked in.

“Don’t stop talking on my account, ladies,” I told them. “…unless, of course, you were talking on MY account.”

They both looked at each other. Then they giggled conspiratorially. “We were just discussing how you drowned us, Doc,” Briana said with a smile. “We were comparing notes, if you want to call it that.”

“And what did you conclude?” I asked curiously.

“We think you’re wicked, Doc!” Jenna giggled. “But we also think you’re so fucking HOT!”

“…and we want to know when we’re going again,” Briana added excitedly.

“Don’t you two ever know when to quit?” I asked in exasperation, shaking my head. Both just smiled coyly at me.

“So when will you need us again, Doc?” Jenna asked with a lustful smile.

“Let me check this recent batch of data and get back to you on that, ok?” I sighed heavily while shaking my head. I heard their giggles behind me as I headed out the door…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Oct 8 ’10; ed. Jul 9 ‘22 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.7 (11)

Posted on March 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming April rewards

A Nicole club story part 2
A wet quad
Advika’s decision
Dottie’s gonna do it
Punishment
Club rubber entertainment
The stalker
Dulcinea
American swim
Black-suited women
Latex and nooses
And a couple of bonus stories I’m thinking about

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

It’s been a month of appointments. The eye doctor for mom and I (she got a new pair of glasses), mom’s heart doctor, and tax day (coinciding with my birthday). And I have another appointment in April to see if I might have cataracts. Boy, I got old fast. At least my taxes mostly canceled each other out. What I paid to one, I got back from the other. So I’m doing ok. My sincere thanks to all of you for me even having taxes to pay.

Mom and I recently went on a little road trip for the day. We went up to the base of the mountains where they still have a lot of snow piled up. We really enjoyed the trip. We found a book on Montana disasters that interested us, especially the stories on the quakes, train wrecks and mine disasters. Who knows. It might even spark a future story idea.

Lots of interesting things are happening out in the world. Some things can get stressful if you think about them too much. So I’m trying to focus on my writing and editing. It humbles me to know you are my patrons, and it makes me want to edit my stories even better so you can read them without encountering a misspelled word or being confused as to what one character is saying to another. Thank you so very much for being my patrons.

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Hermione and Draco – a hanging story 4.4 (43)

Posted on March 24, 2025 by riwa

Hermione ate one piece… and then another… and then another. They tasted so good! By the time she stopped herself, she’d eaten most of the box of candy.

There was a note inside. It told her where to go. She was supposed to meet the sender of the candy.

Hermione eagerly cleaned herself up and fixed up her hair before putting on her best dress. Then she headed out to meet her admirer. She could walk well enough, but she was not herself. Something in the candy was clearly affecting her.

She swooned with growing excitement. The sender of the candy. She really wanted to please that person. In fact, she wanted to do everything in her power to give him pleasure.

A part of her sensed she was under a spell. But she couldn’t break it. Fact of the matter was: she didn’t want to.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw someone in the shadows of a darkened corner, waiting for her. Hermione felt a flush of excitement as she stepped toward them. Then he stepped forward out into the light.

She gasped in momentary shock. Then she swooned as he drew closer. Hermione was trembling as Draco Malfoy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Those candies,” she murmured. “It was… it was you?” He simply nodded.

“Oh bloody hell; I’m gone!” she breathed. Then she warmly embraced him before kissing him passionately.

They stood there for the longest time, hugging and kissing. Then they pulled apart. That’s when he began escorting her down the road.

She did not ask where he was taking her. It did not matter. She only wanted to please him. Under the influence of the candies, she was powerless to resist.

They took a side road off the beaten path. Draco led her to what looked like an old building. It looked like it had not been lived in for some time.

He took her inside. Lights came on as though programmed to illuminate the room once they detected the presence of individuals. Draco simply walked her through the empty room until he came to a door.

“It’s waiting for you, my beloved,” he whispered into her ear.

Hermione trembled with excitement. Her will was no longer her own. Yet she was fully aware of her every action.

He opened the door into darkness. They stepped through, Draco closing the door behind them. Then the lights came on the same way they had in the previous room.

Hermione stared at it in utter disbelief. At first, she was horrified. But horror immediately gave way to an irresistible pull of sexual attraction and arousal.

They moved closer until it was mere inches from her. Hermione inhaled sharply as she leaned back against Draco. It was calling to her… and she so desperately wanted to answer the call.

Hermione closed her eyes. But that did not help. This was something she knew he wanted from her. And she desperately wanted to please him, even though it meant riding it into glorious oblivion.

Hermione finally found her voice. “Draco, what have you done to me?”

“Nothing,” he murmured into her ear. “This is something you’ve always wanted, but would never admit to yourself. The candies just brought it out in you. Am I right?”

“No,” she breathed in a trembling voice. “It’s not… I mean… it can’t be… it’s… oh, bloody hell!”

“You’re lying, my beloved.”

“No… yes… I don’t… why do I feel it… calling to me?”

“You can picture it in your mind, can’t you?” It was the devil whispering into her ear.

“No, I…” And then she really could picture it in her mind. Hermione saw herself kicking her way into eternity.

…and it absolutely enthralled her…

She immediately recognized the source, not that she could do anything about it. “Gawd, Draco! What did you put… in those candies I ate?”

“Nothing much. Just a little potion I discovered. It’s a potion that simply brings out what has lain dormant inside you for a very long time.”

“Gawd, Draco; I… I can’t…” Now she was trembling… and exceedingly wet down below.

“Open your eyes and look at it, Hermione.”

“I can’t! I don’t dare!”

“Look at it!”

Hermione opened her eyes… and was almost overcome with emotion. “Oh bloody hell! It’s… it’s beautiful! I can’t stop trembling!”

“You want it; don’t you, Hermione? For my sake; isn’t that right?”

“No… ohgawd, yes. Please don’t make me, Draco. I can’t control myself.”

“Touch it, Hermione.”

“No; I…”

“Touch it.”

Hermione gingerly reached out toward it like it was a snake ready to strike back. Then she felt it. A moment later, she shuddered unexpectedly.

“Gawd; I just came! Bloody hell!”

Draco smiled inwardly. “That’s what I thought, my beloved. Now put it around your neck.”

“Please don’t make me—”

“You know you want to.”

Hermione inhaled sharply. Then she reached up for it with trembling hands. Touching it sent something sexual surging through her quivering body.

She began to carefully loop it around her throat. It felt incredible. It was so… so bloody seductive!

“Yes, just like that,” Draco murmured. “That’s my girl.”

Hermione shuddered at his words, hearing how she had just pleased him. “Gawd; I just came again,” she panted breathlessly. “What… what did you… put in… those candies??”

“You know you want to,” he murmured into her ear, ignoring her remark as he nuzzled her neck.

Hermione swooned again. She was all caught up in the moment. She wanted to do this… but not just for him. Now she wanted to do it for herself as well.

“Bloody hell, Draco! I can’t… I can’t stop myself!” Now she was squirming from the sensation of the coil around her neck.

“What do you want, Hermione?” It was a question in which he already knew the answer. But to her, it was the voice of seductive evil in her ear.

“Don’t make me!” she begged with a whimper. “Bloody hell, I… I want…” Then she gave in as she panted, “I want to feel it pull me… up onto my toes.”

“Then you shall feel it, my beloved.”

There was one last attempt to resist that ultimately failed. “Don’t call me that… oh, bloody hell, Draco; do it!”

“Liftus phalanges,” he murmured softly.

The noose gently pulled upward of its own accord. Hermione was lifted up onto her toes in an instant. The effect from the candies made the sensations agonizingly, devilishly delicious.

She rasped as she balanced upon her toes… “Auuggh… Draco… ffeeeelllsshh…. goooddd…”

He was intensely aroused at what he was witnessing, more-so than he’d been anticipating. She’d been a thorn in his side for a long time. This was such sweet, delicious revenge.

Draco smiled inwardly. Now he was really enjoying this. That’s when he quietly murmured, “What do you want now, my beloved?”

She tried to fight it. But it was no use… “No… gawd…” *rasp* “…my dress… I want it… off….. for you…” *gawk*

Her hands slowly came up and pulled the dress loose at her shoulders. Without support, it effortlessly slid down off her body. It revealed she was wearing nothing underneath, a deliberate choice brought on under the influence of the candies.

Draco lustfully took in her naked beauty. Hermione felt his eyes upon her. It made her gasp and tremble, knowing she was the cause of his growing excitement.

“You knew all along, my beloved; didn’t you. Now I get to watch you hang in all your naked glory. It’s what you’ve always wanted; isn’t that right?”

She rasped for breath as she fought to regain control of herself. “No, I… thought you… were someone else…”

“That’s not true, and you know it.”

Hermione shuffled around upon her toes, fighting a losing battle internally. “No. I knew all along… it was you…”

“So you wore nothing underneath for my benefit?”

“Not for you, damn you…” *awk-rasp* “…yes… yes… for you, my love…” She couldn’t help herself.

Draco looked into her eyes. “What do you want now, my beloved?”

Hermione was trembling like crazy, on the verge of yet another climax. She tried one last time to resist. But it was hopeless. Deep down, she really wanted to do this for him.

*Awk* “…to hang… for you… my love… damn you… bloody hell…”

Hermione slowly brought her arms behind her back. Then she murmured, “Wristus bondicus.” It surprised Draco the way she still had enough presence of mind to come up with a spell like that.

A length of rope in a corner of the room rose up and flew over to her wrists. It tightly wrapped itself around them, firmly securing her. Draco was impressed.

“You secured your own wrists behind your back for me? Lovely. Bondage makes you look even sexier, my beloved. Good girl.”

She was partially strangled. But with those last two words, Hermione helplessly climaxed again. It felt good, experiencing pleasure coursing through her body like that.

“Damn you… Dacro… I can’t… I don’t… bloody hell… I just… came again… please, I… I want it so bad… I want to… hang for you…”

Draco’s pants fell to the floor, freeing his hardening member. He immediately began stroking it as he murmured, “I always knew you had it in you. You’re such a noose-slut.”

“Damn you,” Hermione rasped. But seeing him stroke himself at her helpless situation nearly drove her over the edge again. Her voice was breathless and raspy as she panted, “Bloody hell, Draco! I want to… hang for you… so badly! I want to… dance for you!”

In a quiet voice, he motioned as he replied, “Liftus dramaticus.” And with that, Hermione was lifted up off the floor.

She rasped and gurgled as the noose strangled her. Then she started to dance. Hermione kicked and pedaled as though she was in the midst of a midair ballet.

Draco gasped for breath. Then he started stroking himself harder as he panted, “Bloody hell, Hermione! That’s fantastic! You always were a noose-slut! We just had to bring it out of you is all!”

She humped in his direction. Draco panted, “Cum for me, my beloved. Such a good girl.” And with that, Hermione squirted her pleasure.

The orgasm weakened her. Now the noose was really strangling her. That’s when she saw Draco furiously stroking himself.

No! She didn’t want him to spill it all over the floor! She wanted him to fill her with his seed!

She had to force the words out of her mouth. But somehow, she got them out. “Fuck…… me…… Draco….. flying fuck…..”

He understood what she was trying to say. Her desires overwhelmed him. After all, he’d been dreaming about fucking her for ages. Now was his chance.

He stepped right up to her dangling body. Somehow, Hermione managed to wrap her legs around him, trying to pull him closer. Then she impaled herself upon his erection until she felt him enter her.

For a moment, Hermione ended up resting on his dick. It removed some of the tension from the noose. She could breathe a little better. But inwardly, she knew what Draco wanted.

“Give me…. more pain…”

“Good girl.” And with that, she was lifted up just enough until the noose had her full weight again.

Hermione used her legs to ride him as she climaxed yet again, her cunt furiously milking him. Part of it was to please him. But the other part was to lift herself high enough to ease the strain of the strangling coil around her neck.

Her face was red, her nipples puffy and swollen. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her muscles worked to please him. She never knew such agony could feel so divine.

“Want to… fly for you…” It was all she could do to rasp the words out.

He stepped back until she lost him. Hermione went swinging back and forth as she kicked and humped. “Good girl,” he murmured as he stroked himself. “Cum for me.” And she did, furiously humping the air in his direction.

He stepped forward until she wrapped her legs around his waist again. She took him inside her and began riding him once more, trying to lift herself up as her pussy clenched around his shaft. The noose was relentless, hungrily squeezing her neck.

He began pumping a load deep inside her. She rolled her eyes as she shuddered from yet another orgasm. There was intense pain and pleasure knowing she had just made him go off inside her.

At that moment, she knew what he wanted. Deep down, it was what she wanted as well. She just had to find some way to inform him…

“Now….. want…. more pain…. want to fly…… let me fly…..”

“Good girl. Let’s give the noose-slut what she wants.” And with that, Draco stepped back.

Hermione was airborne again. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. But this time, it seemed to become so much worse.

Hermione struggled in the noose, filled with the seed of a wizard she had previously despised. It dripped shamefully out of her cunt, slithering down her inner thighs. Now she desperately wanted to please him by suffering for him… strangling for him… flying for him……..

…dying for him…

She was slowly lifted higher into the air. She looked at Draco, begging him with her eyes. That’s when he smiled and nodded in her direction.

Hermione instantly felt a sharp pain in her cunt. It caused her to jerk and dance in the noose for him. Whatever had happened had been full of agony and ecstasy.

She suffered; she danced; she strangled in the grasp of the coil. More cum shamefully dripped out of her pussy, slithering down her inner thighs. She had no idea whether or not Draco was magically adding to the volume inside her. But it was making her feel like such a noose-slut.

She humped in his direction as she rasped, “More…… pain…..” He nodded again. There was another sharp pain in her cunt, setting her to twisting and suffering all over again in breathless agony.

It hurt so badly! But she couldn’t make herself stop. Besides, he was stroking again.

She humped in his direction, desperate for more. It caused him to nod at her again. That’s when she felt blinding pain, causing her to squirt her pleasure. Why was such agony leading to such ecstasy??

He gently lowered her back down. Then he spun her around until she was facing away from him. A moment later, Hermione felt him push his cock up into her anal passage.

Shamefully, she’d experimented with anal before. But it was not like this. The pain was incredible.

She was so strangled that she could hardly speak. Somehow she managed to nod instead. That’s when she felt him thrust painfully hard up inside her.

Pain – pain – PAIN! Something was lengthening up inside her. It felt like organs were rupturing.

Hermione felt something coming up her throat. She was forced to tip her head back and open her mouth. Nothing was there, but is sure felt like some sort of shaft had gone all the way through her.

She clenched until she felt Draco cum up her arse. Then he stepped back. Hermione dangle limp and lifeless, cum from her ass adding to the mixture going down her inner thighs.

She heard his words from what sounded like a great distance… “Now the noose-slut dies for her pleasure… and for mine.” Her cunt and ass clenched and quivered. Then a death rattle emanated up from out of her throat.

Hermione could no longer speak. Hell, she could no longer breathe anymore. Her mouth gaped open from some invisible spit, but she could get no air through it.

“Let it go, Hermione. Let the noose claim you. That’s a good girl.”

Agonal spasms rippled through her as organs started to die. There was one last violent convulsion of pain. Then she dangled quietly, fulfilling her innermost desire as becoming a happy noose-slut.

9-28-24 Inspired by the manip I found.

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