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A fond memory 2.5 (4)

Posted on June 6, 2016 by riwa

(Edited and reposted)

Janet was in a particularly horny mood. But there was no one around to play with. Skip was away for several hours, leaving her alone and a little frustrated.

She was wearing a transparent top that zipped up but covered nothing. Her denim shorts were extremely short and she was wearing nothing underneath. The way the seam hit her crotch was making her feel particularly aroused and wanting some relief.

She wandered into the pool area and looked at the water. She was tempted to dive right in. But she really didn’t want to get wet now, not in what she was wearing. So she sat on the floor near the edge of the pool.

She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift. She was trying to remember the last time she’d been so horny. She replayed scenes in her mind from days and weeks past until one in particular came to mind, one that was filled with both excitement and peril…

*****

Janet had her scuba gear and was out and about on a Sunday drive. She had nothing better to do and was going nowhere in particular. That’s when she realized she was not far from a public fishing area, a pond with reeds and such where the fishermen sometimes like to cast their lines.

She’d always been curious about the place. Now that she had her scuba gear handy she could actually go check it out. Janet drove to the pond with a sense of purpose, her curiosity beginning to morph into excitement.

She got there and pulled into an earth-packed parking area with growing anticipation. Now she was becoming aroused. Hopefully she would be able to find a private little spot underwater to get herself off.

Her eagerness intensified when she discovered the pond was deserted. For the moment she had it all to herself. Her excitement began to swell as she parked her vehicle.

She was wearing what she referred to as her Daisy Duke outfit: a checkered blouse and short denim shorts. What’s more, she had deliberately worn nothing else underneath. The more she thought about it the more she realized she was in the mood for a really good underwater orgasm.

She grabbed a black swimcap and tucked her hair underneath it. She thought there might be some algae in the pond and she didn’t want it to react to her hair. But this wasn’t really an issue since she enjoyed wearing swimcaps from time to time.

She slipped her gear on over her back and checked her gauge. She frowned when she discovered there wasn’t much air left. She mentally cursed herself for not refill it from the last time she’d used it.

Janet sighed heavily. Then she decided she was going to use it anyway. Besides, she wasn’t going to need that much air, not for what she had in mind.

She slipped out of her shoes and then carefully made her way down to the water’s edge. The cool water tickled her toes and gave her goose bumps. She deliberately waded into deeper water, determined to enjoy herself.

She was wearing a buoyancy compensator with a lot of straps and pockets. She had no weight belt to help her become neutrally buoyant. But she figured she had enough with the gear on her back. She wasn’t going out very far, and she didn’t think the pond was all that deep.

She waded farther out until she was standing in water up to her breasts. Her feet sank into the soft mud, her toes wriggling deliciously inside the ooze. Janet began to pant heavily into her regulator, her excitement growing exponentially.

She paused for a moment, her growing anticipation causing her to moan softly into her regulator. Then she gently leaned backward to get herself completely wet. The chill of the water felt good, and she moaned again as she sucked compressed air through the regulator in her mouth.

Janet brought herself upright and walked purposefully toward the middle of the pond. The muddy bottom sloped downward until she was completely submerged. Her feet kept slurping from the soft bottom, causing her toes to wriggle as she was forced to pull each one out of the sticky muck before taking the next step.

It was difficult going, wading further and further out. Each step was a challenge as she had to keep pulling her feet out of the mud in order to take her next step. The possibility of getting stuck occurred to her, but it only increased her anticipation of cumming underwater.

She took a few more torturous steps until she looked upward. She was in the deepest part of the pond but was no more than nine or ten feet from the surface. There was no point in going any farther; this was as deep as she was going to get.

Janet paused for a moment, allowing her feet to sink deeper into the muddy bottom. She moaned as she wriggled her toes, feeling the ooze play with her tootsies. Then she made herself go over backwards, bending at the knees.

She started rubbing her breasts through her checkered blouse, exhaling heavily. The mud felt delicious as it totally enveloped her feet. Then she reached down and started rubbing her crotch through her denim shorts.

“The hell with it!” she decided as she unzipped her shorts. Then she reached in with her hand. She moaned as she exhaled heavily, her exhaust bubbling up to the surface.

It felt good; GAWD, it felt good! Her hand moved faster in her crotch as she kept sucking air from the reg in her mouth. She was horny as hell; it was really starting to swell within her.

She jerked on her feet a little as though imagining she was stuck, trying to pull them out of the mud. The idea she might be in peril only added to her arousal. Her hand moved faster, her fingers flying over her nub.

She imagined Skip was right there taking advantage of her because she was stuck in the mud. She played with the idea of him fucking her and then leaving her there as she ran out of air. If he would have been with her she would have fucked him silly.

She gave her feet a pull as though testing how much she might be stuck. Then she pictured Skip’s grinning face as he fucked her, planning on leaving her there to her fate. Janet shuddered as she thrust a couple of fingers inside and started fucking herself.

It swelled until it exploded inside her, a wonderful release of intense pleasure. Janet worked her fingers, inhaling deeply while moaning skip’s name. Then she felt a jolt down below as she began to hump and squirt. She was making a mess of her denim shorts but she no longer cared.

She was in mud up to her calves now; what if she was really stuck?? Besides, she was low on air as she’d checked her gauge back at the car. What if the tank ran dry before she could pull her feet out of the ooze??

The thought of being stuck was arousing as hell. A moment later Janet tipped her head back and screamed as a second orgasm struck, hard on the heels of the last one. The idea of a peril, of Skip fucking her and then leaving her stuck in the mud was too much.

She popped the reg out of her mouth, moaning as she exhaled heavily. She kept jerking and spasming from a wonderfully intense orgasm. Her shorts slid farther down her legs as she squirted again, her pussy spewing much harder than last time.

GAWD; it felt good! In fact it felt like it was never going to end!! Janet tried to pull her feet out of the mud, concluded she was stuck… and kept right on cumming.

For a moment Janet didn’t know where she was. Then she became aware of how out of breath she was. Her lungs were on fire; she needed another hit of compressed air.

She’d been holding the reg in her hand; now she crammed it into her mouth. Janet sucked huge lungfuls, her chest swelling with each breath. She moaned weakly, panting heavily from her effort to get her breath back.

She felt a delicious aftershock and she moaned again. Then she stood upright and tried to pull her feet up out of the mud. Now she was really stuck.

She felt a jolt of alarm as she concentrated on working one leg free. She could feel it starting to give; she was going to be out soon. But how long would her air last? How much did she have left??

She wanted to check her gauge. But there was no point. She was already certain what it would tell her. She knew she was low on air; right now she just needed to get out of the mud and get back to shore.

She struggled harder with her right leg, trying to pull it free. That’s when she felt a sudden change in the air pressure in her tank. The next breath was even harder to pull into her lungs.

Oh gawd; not now??!!

Janet pulled harder, struggling to pull her leg free. But it was coming out too slowly. The mud was clinging to her as though it didn’t want to release its grip on its prize.

Janet tried to take another breath but there was nothing there. Her tank was empty; she’d totally drained her. Only now her legs were really stuck!

She grunted anxiously as she kept pulling on her right leg. It was coming slowly but now her lungs were burning. She didn’t have time for this… and now her gear had become more of a hindrance.

Janet frantically shed the tank and BC from her shoulders. She tried the regulator one last time but there was nothing there. She was already holding her breath so she ditched the reg entirely.

Once she was free of the weight she felt a renewed surge of hope. She struggled harder with her leg, desperate to pull it free. It finally came loose, leaving only her left leg mired in the mud up to her calf.

She grunted as she jerked on her leg, trying to be careful not to push her right one back into the muddy bottom. This was taking too damned long; her lungs were on fire. Janet began to fear she was going to be found by some fisherman in an embarrassing situation: stuck in the mud with her privates exposed!

Her cheeks began to bulge as she pulled on the stubborn leg. She could feel it starting to give, but it was taking too long. And she could feel another orgasm bearing down on her from her erotic peril.

She was getting dizzy and disoriented, her lungs an inferno as she pulled with all her might. A moment later it slammed into her, a pleasurably intense orgasm. Janet winced and shuddered as her pussy squirted copious amounts of fluid.

Her last thought was of Skip and how long it would take before her body was found. She was going to be found in a compromising situation, stuck in the mud at the bottom of the pond. This had been a really stupid idea.

She grunted as she tried one last time to pull her leg free. A moment later panic settled in as she started thrashing about, her lungs heaving like mad. Janet shuddered hard as one last orgasm battered her into oblivion…

—

It felt like she was floating on air; was she dead? Then her eyes blinked and she inhaled. Fresh air filled her lungs.

She coughed in surprise, gasping and sputtering. A moment later it registered that she was floating face up at the surface. The shock made her slip under, bubbling and gurgling as she struggled to regain the surface.

She burst up coughing before she began swimming like mad for the shore. Within seconds she was in shallow water. But she dared not risk putting her feet down until she was sure she had solid ground underneath her.

She finally stood up gasping heavily for breath, standing on solid ground in water up to her waist. Gawd; that was close! What the hell had she been thinking getting stuck in the mud like that with a tank low on air? Then she looked down at herself and blushed.

Her denim shorts were gone…

Janet looked back toward the middle of the pond. Her shorts were out there somewhere… and so was her empty scuba tank. She really didn’t want to leave them behind for some fisherman to find.

She waited until she’d gotten her breath back. Then she swam out to the middle of the pond. She took a breath and dove down, quickly locating her shorts lying on the bottom.

She scooped them up, noticing the location of the tank before swimming back to shore. She got into shallow water before standing up and pulling her shorts back on. Then she looked out toward the middle of the pond again, sighing heavily.

No use putting it off. She had to go retrieve her gear. It wouldn’t take long and she was capable of holding her breath long enough to drag up the tank and work it back to shore.

Janet took a deep breath and then dove below the surface, looking for her scuba gear. She found it in about nine feet of water. She swam down, gathered it up in her arms and began working it back to shore, occasionally surfacing for a breath before slipping back under to half drag/half carry it along.

She was almost out of breath again when she reached shallow water. She panted heavily as she carefully stood up. The mud threatened to grab her again and she felt an erotic jolt as she quickly waded out of the pond with her gear.

She reached the shore and collapsed in a heap, panting heavily. Gawd; that had been so damned close! But it had also been terribly erotic. In fact it had probably been the hardest she’d ever cum. No doubt getting stuck in the mud while running out of air had greatly added to the intensity of her exquisite orgasms…

*****

Janet sighed as she fondly remember that day and how close she’d come to drowning. She’d never told Skip about it as she hadn’t wanted to alarm him. But she did remember the orgasms. Even now she was panting heavily just thinking about them. They had been glorious!

She unzipped her transparent blouse, allowing the air to reach her erect nipples. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes and sighed, remembering how hard she’d cum there at the pond. Gawd; it had been so good!

“The hell with it!” she gasped. Then she rolled over off the side of the pool with a splash. She quickly unzipped her shorts, rammed her fingers into her pussy and started finger-fucking the shit out of herself. That’s when she screamed a froth of bubbles from a mammoth climax as she fondly remembered that wondrous, perilous day…

(Posers are courtesy of Skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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May 30, 2016 Update 0 (0)

Posted on May 30, 2016 by riwa

I think I’ve reached that point where I need to take a break again. I haven’t driven around very much lately, and I’ve been struggling to write. I’ve even been putting off working on this article.

You ever have a project you know you should get done… and yet you have a very hard time making yourself do it? Sometimes I sit down at the computer to get to work… and then pull up a game of solitaire or start to surf. But I suspect many of you already know what that is like. I also suspect you are much better at self-discipline than I.

I have a good idea how it’s going to work for me. Just as soon as I ban myself from writing for a few days to clear my head, my fingers are going to want to work this stupid keyboard. Life is funny that way, isn’t it?

So I’m going to try to take a few days off (emphasis on the word “try”). I should get in the vehicle and take a little drive somewhere just to enjoy the scenery. I should also take pictures to show mom where I’ve been. I don’t think I’ve done that in months; I wonder if I can even locate my camera.

As for this weekend? I strained my back a little so I’ve been resting it by watching movies. And so far I’ve watched two World War II movies as well as a Civil War epic. And it’s gotten me to thinking.

As a writer we sometimes like to imagine “what ifs” in our stories. For the last couple of days I’ve been imagining the “what ifs” in life that may have prevented me from even existing. For instance, what if the Civil War would have turned out differently? What about the Revolutionary War… or the First or Second World Wars? What could have happened that would have ultimately resulted in me not being born… or one of my parents… or one of my grand-parents or great grand-parents?

How many lives were sacrificed in so many different ways leading to the freedoms which resulted in my birth and this particular moment in time? It’s like a chain reaction… this has to happen in order for that to happen in order for this other thing to happen. We see it in books and movies all the time where any one of a dozen points in time could have drastically changed the course of someone’s life.

Ok, now I think I’m getting a headache. But I’m beginning to fathom a lot of stuff had to happen in order for me to even be here. And that means a lot of brave men and women sacrificed themselves in so many of these wars for me to even be here to write this. I’d like to think it makes me a little more appreciative… at least I hope so.

I’m also appreciative of you coming to visit and reading a story here and there and reading my ramblings. My opinion in the grand scheme of things is not all that important or critical. But sometimes a little something a person reads somewhere might get them to thinking… and thinking is usually a good thing, right?

Now I’d better start thinking about climbing into the vehicle mom calls “Travelor” and doing a little traveling to get out and about. I need to recharge my batteries and enjoy the sights and sounds around here. But I suspect I’ll have to make myself. Besides, it’s a good idea to get out and about so I can get fresh ideas for the future stories I want to write for you.

I hope you had a good weekend. Other than my back which is already getting better, I did enjoy a little barbecue. I hope you are enjoying the beginning of summer. And thanks for stopping by…

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Traffic stop in Dolcettville (male victim) 3.9 (7)

Posted on May 24, 2016 by riwa

I’m passing through some pretty wide open country when I come upon what looks like a small town out in the middle of nowhere. There are several buildings on Main Street along with several more grouped together in the center of town. But there isn’t much else. A handful of vehicles are parked along the curb.

The speed limit is 15, an incredibly slow speed for a town out in the middle of nowhere. I coast as I slow down, but I’m still doing 25 as I approach the only traffic light in town. As far as I am concerned it’s a crazy place to put a light.

I’m a few lengths away when of all things it suddenly turns yellow. I can’t believe it; I’m the only vehicle on the road! Instinctively I drive right through as there’s no one waiting on either side of the intersection.

I’m no more than two blocks past the light when I hear a siren behind me. A patrolman in an unmarked car is signaling for me to pull over. I never even saw him; I can’t believe this is happening to me!

I pull over to the curb on the edge of town, red-faced at having been caught running that light. That’s when I remember a story my mother once told me about my dad getting caught speeding through a small town. I guess I should have been more careful.

A beefy looking officer in dark glasses approaches the driver’s side door. I roll down my window while keeping my hands on the steering wheel. Then I hear a gruff voice tell me, “Please step out of the car, sir.”

My face flushes crimson as I carefully open the door and climb out. “Turn around and put your hands on the roof, sir.” My first urge is to protest but I wisely hold my tongue. After all, you never know about these small town officers.

He takes each arm and pulls it behind my back, cuffing my wrists together. I want to protest but I don’t know what to say or even what to ask him. “Sir, have I made a mistake?” I finally ask as carefully and as politely as I can.

“You certainly have,” he tells me as he takes me back to his patrol car.

He pushes me into the back seat and then starts the motor, leaving my car by the side of the road. I suddenly have a sick feeling in the pit of my gut. I can’t for the life of me think of what I might have done wrong to deserve all this.

We drive back to the traffic light I rolled through, turning right onto the cross street. He drives all the way down to a large brick building at the end of the street. It has a high concrete wall that gives me the impression of some sort of jail or prison.

I’m taken out of his vehicle and brought in through the glass doors marked The City of Dolcettville: Traffic Violations, Judiciary and Chastisement. I swallow hard as he takes me inside. He marches me right up to a uniformed redhead behind a tall counter.

“I caught this one speeding while running a red light, Esther. He’ll be perfect.” I swallow hard but I’m willing to pay any fine necessary. After all, I do have a credit card on hand.

She looks me up and down, giving me a smile that makes me feel uncomfortable. “He’ll do just fine, Ed. He looks to be in his twenties; full of energy. We haven’t had a good hanging in over a week.”

“H-hanging?” I stammer nervously. That’s when a young man in his twenties and a mature looking blonde come up to me, both wearing police uniforms.

“Take this one to cell number one, Marge. Get him ready to see Judge Gallows. I’ll notify the rest of the town. They’re all going to want to watch this one swing.”

“Judge Gallows?” I stammer nervously. “Swing?? What am I being charged with?”

“Breaking the law, honey,” the redhead tells me, licking her lips. “I’ll bet you last a long time!” My heart leaps into my throat as Officer Marge and her partner take me away.

–

Cell number one consists of three walls and not much else. The fourth wall is nothing but a set of bars going all the way across with a barred door set in the middle. There’s a lone table standing inside and nothing else: no toilet, no sink, no cot and no privacy.

The barred door is unlocked and I’m pushed inside. “Strip out of those clothes, honey,” Marge tells me. “We’ve got to get you ready to meet Judge Gallows.”

“Who’s Judge Gallows… and why is it necessary for me to strip?”

“You heard the lady,” the young man says, hitting me in the stomach with his fist and doubling me over.

“Now Eric, honey; that was totally uncalled for.”

“Criminals need to be made accountable, Marge.”

“Don’t worry; I’m cooperating,” I wheeze, grabbing my stomach.

When Eric again orders me to strip I waste no time getting out of my clothes. That’s when I see Marge start to shed her police uniform as well. What the hell??

“What are you doing?” I ask in astonishment. My face flushes crimson the moment she is every bit as naked as I am. Then she reaches inside a drawer in the table and pulls out a strap-on about seven inches long and an inch and a half thick.

My eyes fly open in horror as she starts to attach it to her waist. “Wh-what are you going to do with th-that, ma’am?”

“Just getting you ready for the Judge, honey. Now get on your knees like a good boy.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“She said get on your knees, lawbreaker!” Eric puts a hand on my shoulder and roughly forces me down.

“Ok – ok!” and I drop to my knees. Now I’ve got butterflies welling up in my stomach. What’s more, my cock is starting to stir for no reason whatsoever.

Marge steps up to me, waving the damned thing in my face. She smiles as she tells me, “I assume you understand what is required of you, honey.”

“No ma’am; I don’t understand. I only broke a couple of traffic laws–”

“Suck, damn you!” Eric demands, forcing my head forward.

I’m humiliated as hell, embarrassed beyond belief. I had no idea small towns had the freedom to treat their traffic violators in such a manner. “Better get sucking, honey,” Marge suggests. “You’ll be seeing Judge Gallows real soon. She’s going to expect the very best out of you.”

“The best of what?”

“I said SUCK!” and Eric forces my head forward.

Marge pushes the head of her strap-on against my lips, forcing my mouth open. Then she proceeds to skull fuck me right there in that bare cell with Eric watching. I gag as it hits the back of my throat.

I can’t believe she’s doing this to me with his help! What’s more, she doesn’t seem to care whether or not she’s shoving it in too deep. Then I hear a couple of male voices behind me, their comments more than a little disturbing…

“Hey, I see Marge has got a new one in cell number one!”

“That means there’s going to be a hanging out in the courtyard this afternoon after the Judge gets through with him!”

“Hot damn! Maybe we’ll all get a crack at him!”

My embarrassment reaches new heights as Marge fucks my face hard while I’m being watched from outside my cell. Eric stands there with his arms folded across his chest, a smirk on his face. He tells me I’d better get it good and wet because I ought to know just exactly where it’s going next.

I shudder in horror and revulsion. I’ve never had anything shoved up my ass before, much less some crazy bitch’s strap-on! I gag and gurgle as she fucks my mouth until I produce enough saliva on my own in utter humiliation.

Eric suddenly pulls me to my feet before bending me over the cold, metal table. I hear another drawer open, hear something make a metallic sound. Then my wrists are roughly cuffed behind my back.

“Judge Gallows is going to love you, honey!” Marge gasps with delight. Then she places the end of her strap-on against my anus, pushing hard until she forces it to go all the way inside. That’s when I cry out in utter humiliation.

I gasp as the damned thing fills me while I’m bent over the table, leaving me feeling as though I really need to take a dump. Then she really starts fucking me with it. Her thrusts become more pronounced until my body rocks across the table as she savagely violates my ass.

“How is he, Marge?” Eric wants to know.

“He’s tight, honey… seems like a newbie. Better get him ready to take her down his throat.”

“Gladly,” he says happily as he loosens his belt and unzips his fly. Then he pulls a cock out that is already hard and dripping with pre-cum. I shudder as I wonder what the hell he’s going to do with it.

He slides my head along the surface of the table until I’m leaning out across the corner. Then he pushes his cock up against my lips. It’s a good seven or eight inches and looks uncomfortably thick. I’ve never had anything like that in my mouth before.

“Suck it!” he demands, slapping my face hard. Then he starts to force it in past my lips until my mouth opens up to accommodate him.

He starts thrusting from the front as Marge continues to rape my ass from the back. Then I hear more voices from out in the hall. I glance over to see we’ve attracted quite a crowd. My face flushes crimson again.

I grunt and gurgle as he rams his cock hard into my mouth while the onlookers cheer him on. I gag on it as he pushes it deep down my throat. Meanwhile Marge fucks the shit out of me from behind as our voyeurs cry out for her to rape me harder. My cuffed hands jerk in vain behind my back, but there’s nothing I can do to stop my abuse.

I’m there for a good twenty minutes getting fucked in both ends; apparently the Judge is late. The disturbing part is when Marge and Eric change places. I’m forced to taste her strap-on having just come out of my ass while he enjoys fucking me up my butt. I’m utterly mortified as they continue abusing me sexually, especially when more onlookers both male and female gather out in the hall to watch.

I finally hear a female voice out in the hall telling everyone the Judge is ready for us. Cock and strap-on are mercifully pulled out of my holes. I groan in response to my abuse, hoping I won’t ever have to go through that again.

I suddenly hear another drawer open. “This is to avoid making a mess,” Eric tells me as he shoves something huge and uncomfortable up my butt. I cry out as it spreads me wide and then seats itself, making me clench around it uncomfortably.

I’m stood upright, feeling very sore in my ass with a nasty tang in my mouth. Marge and Eric get dressed before I’m marched out of the cell and down the hall in my nudity. I gimp along on my feet from the plug up my ass, following a parade of several officers. I’m further embarrassed as I’m forced to walk nude while my damned cock twitches in growing hardness.

The courtroom is only two hallways down. When I’m escorted inside the door I gasp in horror. It looks as though the whole damned town has turned out. There’s not an empty seat in the room.

I’m taken right up front and stood buck naked in front of a small table which doesn’t hide anything from prying eyes. I know I’m on the defendant’s side; I’ve been in a courtroom before. Then Officer Ed comes in and takes his place at the table for the prosecution. There are no chairs for the prosecution or the defense; we’re all forced to stand.

A tall bailiff comes in and proclaims, “All rise! The honorable Judge Judith Gallows presiding!” I hear everyone rise behind me as a woman in a black robe comes striding in standing almost as tall as the bailiff. She has black hair and what looks like a large chest behind that robe she’s wearing. I would think a Judge would wear something that fits loosely so as not to accent her huge breasts.

“She used to be named ‘Jude’,” Marge whispers into my ear with a snicker.

“Be seated,” the Judge states and everyone behind me sits down. Then she looks right at me.

“Is this the defendant?”

“It is, your honor,” Marge tells her formally.

“Has he been prepared for court?”

“He has,” Eric states proudly. He’s got a huge grin on his face.

“What are the charges, Ed?”

“Running a red light and speeding, your honor.”

“Is this true, young man?”

I gulp nervously; I don’t know how to answer. I don’t even seem to have any counsel. It looks like Marge and Eric are it… and they don’t seem the least bit sympathetic to my plight.

“Better answer her,” Marge whispers into my ear.

“Can I plead ‘not guilty’?” I whisper back.

“If you want. Did you actually do it? I mean run the red light and speed through town?”

“The light turned yellow just as I got there. And I suppose I was going too fast when I first entered town. I was trying to slow down but I had no idea I was supposed to go so slow.”

“Then Ed’s probably got you on camera. You’d better plead guilty or the Judge will really lower the boom on you once she sees the video.”

I swallow hard and then nod as I face the Judge. Maybe all of this will end if I confess. Maybe I’ll get off with nothing more than a steep fine and an embarrassing story to tell everyone… that is, if I even decide to share this small-town humiliation once I get back home.

“Young man, how do you plead?” the Judge repeats, sounding rather annoyed.

“Uh… guilty, your honor.”

“Ed?” she asks the patrolman.

“The video I have confirms his plea, your honor.”

“Very well. Is the town gathering?”

“Even as we speak, your honor,” a female voice I recognize as belonging to Esther pipes up from the back. I can’t believe everyone is in here seeing me naked like this.

“Very well. I hereby sentence the defendant to death by slow hanging, sentence to be carried out as soon as I am finished with him.” Then she rises up from behind the bench.

I gasp in horror at my sentence. But the gallery behind me buzzes excitedly; they seem eager to watch me hang. And what the hell was she talking about ‘finishing with me’? What is she going to do to me??

“Finished with me??” I whisper anxiously to Marge. She just chuckles as the Judge comes around her bench and approaches us. Marge pushes me out from behind the table as though to meet her. My face flushes crimson as my hard cock twitches; now I’m really embarrassed.

“The condemned will kneel before me,” she orders.

“I beg your pardon, your honor??”

“KNEEL!” Eric orders, coming around from the table to push me to my knees again. A moment later the Judge removes her robe and hands it over to Marge. Growing out of her waist is a cock even longer and thicker than Eric’s!

There is an excited gasp from the gallery as she steps up to me. “You know what to do, honey,” Marge says to me. “Better get busy or she’ll take your cock and balls home as a trophy BEFORE your hanging!”

My eyes fly open in horror as I start to get the shakes. Then she pushes her cock against my lips. I very hesitantly open my mouth and begin to suck on it.

She starts to thrust and I feel it pushing toward the back of my throat. This time I do my best to get her off. I sure as hell don’t want that monstrosity up my ass!

All courtroom decorum is lost the moment Judge Gallows starts fucking my mouth. Everyone starts applauding and cheering as she abuses me. Apparently this is a regular occurrence here in the town of Dolcettville.

I grunt as she rams it harder down my throat. That’s when I start wondering how many others have found themselves in this very same courtroom. Who else has been abused in here by this transsexual Judge before being condemned to death?

She fucks my mouth hard; I certainly do my best not to gag on it. It is huge; she seems mighty proud of it. But I don’t think my oral skills are good enough because she suddenly pulls out.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over the table, lawbreaker.”

I look to Marge for help but I see no mercy in her expression. Instead I detect a look of murderous excitement in her eyes. She seems just as eager to watch the Judge fuck me as everyone else.

I’m a little too slow, causing Eric to spin me around hard and then force me over the table. He jerks that butt plug out of my ass, making me cry out again. “Fuck him hard, Judge!” he declares proudly. “We got him ready for you back in cell one. But his ass should still be nice and tight for you!”

“Excellent,” she cackles behind me. “You’ll see how seriously we deal with lawbreakers around here, young man.” Then she brutally thrusts that huge cock home.

I cry out in agony; I just can’t help myself. She rams it in hard, gasping with delight each time she thrusts. If anything I can feel her swelling inside me, can actually feel her growing bigger. The thought of her cock exploding in my ass makes me flush crimson with shame.

At first I hope it will end quickly; besides, I really have to take a dump. But she seems to enjoy “punishing” me. Five minutes turn into ten… and then fifteen.

My own cock hardens shamefully no matter how hard I try to stop it. I keep looking at the clock on the back wall, wondering how long this is going to last. Then a young female officer opens the door.

“The town is all gathered, Judge; the gallows is ready.”

“Excellent!” Judge Gallows declares. “Now I’m going to show this young man we don’t take too kindly to lawbreakers around here!” And with that she really rapes me hard, much to the cheers and applause of everyone watching.

It’s another five minutes before her cock finally explodes in my ass. My own goes off shamefully, spurting my load onto the floor of the courtroom to the jeers of the spectators. When the Judge pulls out Eric is right there with that painfully large butt plug, ramming it back into my ass so I won’t spill any of the Judge’s cum.

Marge hands the black robe back to her and she solemnly puts it on. Then she heads for a side door. Marge and Eric march me forward to follow as the spectators gather behind us.

We step out into the early afternoon sun only for me to gasp at all the people standing around waiting for us. That’s when I notice the gallows standing in the middle of the courtyard. It is elevated with thirteen steps going up either side. A lone noose hangs from the middle over the trap while a lever stands back in one corner.

The Judge pauses at the base of the steps where Eric and Marge stop with me between them. “This will teach you hooligans not to break the proud laws of Dolcettville,” she declares. Then once more she parts her robe, revealing her semi erect cock. Gawd; not again??

Eric forces me to kneel as Marge grasps it and feeds it to me. It starts to harden in my mouth as she forces it in deeper. My cock twitches shamefully as I start to harden again. I don’t know if it’s from the humiliation of being force-fed cock or the fact I’m going to be hanging soon.

She rams it hard in and out of my mouth until it suddenly explodes. I get a couple spurts of her cum before she pulls out and splatters my face. I had no idea she could cum again so fast.

It’s another humiliation in a day filled with humiliations. Eric and Marge walk me up the steps, cum dripping out of my eyes and down my cheeks. My own cock is stiff and throbbing as I gasp for breath.

I can’t believe this is happening to me! Surely this must be some sort of mistake! Isn’t there a higher court I can appeal to??

They walk me all the way up the steps and then force me over to the trap. My cock feels stiffer than it’s ever felt before; I’m scared to death. I can’t believe they’re actually going to hang me!

I turn to see the arresting officer has followed us up. Behind him stands that redhead Esther who is now wearing black domination garb of her own with her large tits and dripping cunt fully exposed. She looks bigger now that she’s no longer hidden behind a tall counter. What’s more, she brandishes a menacing looking strap-on of her own!

She comes up to me and grabs the noose, wrapping it around my neck. I shiver as I feel the rough hemp caress my throat, my cock twitching in response. I look down to see the whole town – officers and citizens alike – all dressed up as though attending a Sunday picnic.

I suddenly hear a familiar voice in my ear. “Remember me, lawbreaker? This is Ed, your arresting officer. Now I’m going to fuck you up good, son! This will teach you to break the law!”

I suddenly cry out as the plug is pulled out of my ass. Then Ed bends me over at the waist. I expect to pitch forward off the platform 13 feet off the ground. But the noose pulls me up short, causing me to gasp from its tightness.

I feel a cock up my ass as he starts to rape me from behind. My face flushes hotly as I grunt and gurgle with shame. The crowd below cheers as he brutalizes my ass.

I grunt with each thrust; my face sweating from the humiliation of it all. My cock is stiff and twitching; I can’t shut the damn thing down. And I have no idea how long he’s going to fuck me.

He keeps at it for several minutes, much to the cheers of the gathered spectators. He finally lets out a guttural cry as he rams it in deep. I feel his hot seed in my colon mixing with that of the Judge. Then he comes around front, still forcing me to bend over at the waist.

“Clean it, lawbreaker!” he orders, forcing it in past my lips. I taste salty cum mixed with the tang of my ass on his dick.

At the same time I hear movement behind me. Then I hear that redhead bend over and whisper into my ear.

“My name is Esther; I’ll be your hangwoman today, lawbreaker. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you and then hanging you from the moment I laid eyes on you! First I’m going to pack all that cum deep inside you! Then I’m going to hang your lawbreaking ass!” And with that she rams me so hard I cry out into the cock in my mouth as the crowd cheers again.

It’s humiliating being forced to suck my arresting officer after his cock has just come out of my ass. It’s even more embarrassing having that redheaded bitch fuck me from behind while everyone is watching. My cock is stiff and twitching but there’s nothing I can do about that.

Ed finally pulls out just as Esther rams me hard. I let out another cry of agony as the spectators roar their approval. Then that damnable butt plug is shoved hard back up into my rectum, causing me to cry out again.

I’m finally pulled upright, staring miserably at all the people looking up from down below. A black hood suddenly appears from out of nowhere and is pulled down over my head. A drawstring of some sort cinches it around my neck.

I gasp in terror as my heart rate skyrockets. I find it hard to breathe through the thick, musty hood as a feeling of claustrophobia overtakes me. Then the crowd goes silent and I stiffen in horror.

I hear the Judge’s voice ring out, “HANG THE LAWBREAKER!” Then I hear the lever crank behind me. I stiffen in anticipation of a fall and a breaking neck. But I don’t plummet downward.

I keep hearing the lever cranking; is the damned thing broken? How long am I going to have to stand here?? Then I feel the noose start to tighten with each crank.

I rasp as I’m lifted up off my heels. Another crank and I’m pulled up a little higher. Another pulls me up onto the balls of my feet; another has me up to where I’m barely keeping contact with my toes. And then it stops, leaving me right there.

Is that it??!!

I struggle to pull air into my lungs as my toes brush the floor of the gallows. What the hell kind of a hanging is THIS??!! My lungs heave in my chest; I’m in agony!

My feet shuffle as I struggle to stay in contact with the floor of the gallows with my toes. Sometimes I have it; sometimes I lose it. I don’t understand! I’m in agony and my chest is on fire!

Somewhere a distant crowd is cheering. I struggle to find the floor with my toes, my legs kicking a little. I manage to pull little puffs of air into my lungs, the suffocating hood collapsing around my face with each little breath I take.

My ass hurts like hell; there’s something huge inside I keep trying to squeeze back out. My cock is stiff and erect, frozen in time at the point of wanting that release. I keep rasping little breaths of air through the hood covering my head. Then I hear one more crank from the lever, and I lose what little footing I had with the floor as my feet flutter in vain.

My legs begin to peddle. Then I start to kick as I search for something to stand upon. I feel myself swinging back and forth, my naked body twisting in the noose as my stiff cock bounces.

I kick and then instinctively jerk my knees up to relieve the agony around my neck. Why the hell is it taking so damned long?? I’m getting just enough air; is the noose too damned thick??

It takes several minutes before I finally tire myself out, hanging limp as my body sways quietly. I can’t get any air down my throat; I’m so hungry to breathe! Then I feel a hand on my stiff cock, stroking me until I’m finally able to release that buildup.

I hear a giggle from somewhere far away. Then I hear a familiar voice tell me, “The whole town is going to enjoy fucking your corpse after you’re dead, lawbreaker.” Then I hear the lever crank again.

The rope suddenly gives way and I’m dropping, plummeting as though caught in a falling elevator. I start to scream in my mind, absolutely terri…

CRIIICK!!

(Partly inspired by the Dolcett comic The tightrope Zone)

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Accidental drowning 3.4 (7)

Posted on May 18, 2016 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

Stacy walked through the gate into the backyard of her boyfriend’s parent’s house, wondering if this was going to be her last stop on her treasure hunt. For the better part of the afternoon she’d found little notes in various places – in her car, her mailbox, even in a book of love poems at the college library. Each one had sent her to and fro with the promise of something special at the end of her journey.

She’d been enjoying the hunt for clues, going from one location to the next. Now a part of her was going to be sorry when it came to an end. It had been so much fun; he was so clever.

She found the most recent one in his mailbox, the words Allow me to express the DEPTHS of my love for you – backyard written in black magic marker. The word “depths” had been capitalized; clearly it meant something.

The first thing that came to her when she read the note was a mental image of his family’s in-ground pool. Was this finally it? Did she have to get wet before this finally came to an end?

She placed the note in her car along with all the others she had discovered. Then she headed for the gate to the backyard, eager for the next clue. Would this one be the last? Or would there be more?

She passed through the gate and rounded the corner, only to discover the pool cover was partially open. That had to be another clue in and of itself. She gasped excitedly, her heart racing with excitement.

She walked up to the edge and looked down into the shallow end of the water where the cover was still open. “He would have to leave the next one underwater,” she sighed. “I don’t have my swimsuit with me.” She had on her sun dress – his favorite outfit. But there was no way she was going to get it wet.

“Crap!” she muttered under her breath as she looked down into the water. “I should’ve known you were going to do this to me.” He always did enjoy seeing her in the pool, especially without her swimsuit.

She looked down into the water, trying to see what might be waiting for her down there. There was nothing in the shallow end. He must have hidden it in the deep end.

She slowly walked around the edge of the pool, trying to peer through the cover. But it was a dark, bubbly material, hard to see through. It looked like something might be down there but she couldn’t be sure.

She walked over to the pool house and flipped the switch next to the door. There; that ought to do it. But the cover remained in place.

“Hunh??”

She flipped the switch on and off but the cover didn’t budge. She flipped it several times but that didn’t help either. It appeared to be stuck or jammed or something, exposing barely a quarter of the pool’s surface. Unfortunately what she was interested in seemed to be in the deep end directly under the bulk of the material.

“Is it broken?” she muttered under her breath. “How the hell am I supposed to find out what he left for me down there if the cover is broken?” Now she was disgusted at the way her treasure hunt had been interrupted.

Stacy walked back to the pool and peered down into the deep end. But she was unable to discern anything more than a shadow down at the bottom of the pool. This really sucked!

She slowly made her way back along the side of the pool to the shallow end. She bent down and tried once more to peer into the water at an angle in an attempt to see the pool floor in the deep end. She thought she saw an object down on the bottom. But she couldn’t see it very well and it was in 12 feet of water.

What was it… a box maybe? Was it a chest… or some sort of package? Hell, for all she knew it was nothing more than a brick or some other stupid object. There was only one way to find out what was down there.

It occurred to her he’d done this deliberately. She had to smile at his ingenuity. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you!” she said aloud. “You probably guessed I didn’t keep a suit in my car. You were counting on me telling you how I had to get naked in order to go down to get the prize you left for me down there, weren’t you!”

She sighed as she slipped out of her dress shoes. She looked all around, confirming the privacy fence was high enough to prevent anyone from watching her. Then she pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her in her black underwear.

The bra came off next; there was no use getting it wet. She stood there with her breasts exposed, wondering if she should go all the way. She was alone but she just didn’t want to do it fully nude. After all, she half expected him to come out somewhere laughing his damn head off at having successfully gotten her naked.

“This better be worth it!” she muttered, shaking her head as she slowly waded down the steps into the cool water. Even if it turned out to be less that she was hoping for she couldn’t be angry with him. She’d been having fun all day following the clues he’d left behind. If she came out of the water with nothing more than another clue she could always tease the hell out of him by giving him a detailed description of how he’d missed seeing her in his parent’s pool wearing nothing but her panties.

She waded out to where the cover came to an abrupt stop. She looked down as the water lapped just below her breasts. Even this far out she couldn’t tell for sure what the hell was down there. She would have to swim down just to get a closer look.

Stacy sighed in resignation; she was going to have to do this. She hoped there was a towel nearby to dry her hair. She took a deep breath to fill her lungs. Then she submerged, a trickle of bubbles coming out of her nose.

At first she simply peered down toward the bottom of the pool. There was a box or chest or something down there. She would have to go all the way down if she was going to check it out.

Stacy swam forward, nervously slipping under the pool cover. She paused near the 5 foot section where the floor angled down, unwilling to go any farther. She felt a little claustrophobic with the cover over much of the water.

There was just enough light working its way down through the bubble cover to reveal some sort of chest. She burbled excitedly; there just had to be something in there for her! Then she turned around and swam back, moving just past the edge of the cover to be able to stand upright and pant for breath.

“Something’s down there all right,” she muttered under her breath as her excitement ratcheted up another notch. None of the other clues she’d found had been in anything nearly as large as that chest down there. She was almost certain her prize was waiting inside. But what could it be?

Stacy’s mind went back to their time at the mall together the other day. She’d went all gaga over that bracelet the two of them had looked at in the jewelry store. When he hadn’t bought it for her she’d pouted.

Could that be it? Had he gone back and bought it for her, only to come up with this elaborate treasure hunt just to tease and tantalize her? Surely that was the answer, wasn’t it?

So what was the deal with this pool cover being stuck open the way it was? Was he just being ornery, getting back at her for pouting and making him miserable? Had she manipulated him into buying it for her, only for him to get back at her by forcing her to go for a naked swim just to retrieve it? Yes… that had to be it!

The more she considered it the more likely it seemed. This was probably his way of taunting her, letting her know she would have to work for it. Knowing him he wasn’t going to make it easy on her.

The swim was obvious; he loved seeing her in and underwater. This was probably his plan all along, hoping she had to strip naked to retrieve it. He was probably expecting her to regale him with how she’d been forced to take her clothes off and then swim down to fetch it.

That had to mean whatever was waiting for her in the chest was going to be wonderful, didn’t it? It just had to be that bracelet! Besides, hadn’t that sales clerk mentioned the bracelet could be worn while swimming? She was sure that had been the final selling point when he’d gone back to buy it for her.

Stacy gasped excitedly as her heart rate increased. She was almost certain that bracelet was down there waiting for her. After all, what else could it be?

The only task she had left was the swim. And it wasn’t going to be all that easy, not with the cover mostly closed over the surface of the pool. She had a swim on her hands, a swim she knew he would want to hear all the juicy details about once she proudly displayed it to him on her wrist.

But why did he have to leave the damned cover closed over so much water?

She looked down again in dismay, suddenly hesitant about swimming all the way down to retrieve her treasure. It was darker down there in the deep end. The cover was making it more claustrophobic than she would have liked.

She’d already tried the switch at the pool shed and nothing had happened. Either the mechanism was broken or he’d turned the power off, rigging it to jam open at its current position. It didn’t matter how he’d done it. She was going to be forced to hold her breath long enough to swim down and retrieve her bracelet.

For a moment she thought about trying to find another way to open the cover completely. Then she decided against it. She was wasting time; she wanted her prize right now.

Obviously he’d set this up on purpose. He certainly wouldn’t have made it impossible for her… a challenge maybe, but not impossible. He knew she could swim the entire length of the pool and back on one breath. So this was something she was capable of doing.

“He’ll want me to tell him all about it,” she said to herself. “He’ll want to know every little detail about my swim, especially what I wasn’t wearing and how long it took. Besides, he’s timed me a few times and he knows I can hold my breath two minutes when I’m trying hard. So I’m sure I can do this.”

A flicker of doubt tickled the back of her mind but she brushed it aside. If it really was the bracelet waiting for her down there then she wanted it on her wrist as soon as possible. And some partly covered pool wasn’t going to stop her, not when she could hold her breath long enough to get the job done.

She began taking deep breaths to prepare herself for her swim. It wasn’t like it was going to be a full swim to the end of the pool and back or anything like that. All she was going to do was swim down to the deep end, pick up the chest and bring it back.

She felt a quiver of uncertainty as she looked at the pool cover. “Oh for heaven’s sake; go get it!” she said aloud. She took a deep breath, submerged and started down for the chest before she could change her mind.

Stacy released little bubbles out of her nose as she pulled herself down into the deep end with her arms. She used long, easy strokes as the cool water brushed sensuously over her nearly naked body. “Stay calm,” she told herself. “It’s nothing more than a nice afternoon swim in your boyfriend’s parent’s backyard pool… with nothing on but your panties and a mostly closed pool cover to deal with!”

She smiled inwardly, wondering if somewhere her boyfriend was already picturing in his mind the swim she was making. Was he imagining her making the swim nude? She highly suspected as much. Maybe she would tell him how she swam down after her prize wearing nothing but her black panties and a smile. That should get his heart pumping.

As she drew closer she could see tell it was definitely some kind of chest. What she hadn’t counted on was all that rope and twine wrapped around it. She frowned as she swam up to it, grabbing onto it as her legs curled up underneath her to carry it back with her to the…

What the…??

It wouldn’t move!

She tugged on the chest but it didn’t do any good. She got down on her knees and tugged again, air bubbling out of her nose as she grunted. The chest gave a little but not enough for her to bring it back up with her.

Damn! What did you do to my prize down here??

Stacy looked up and watched her bubbles bounce off the pool cover above. She felt an anxious thrill knowing she had to make the swim back on the breath in her lungs. There was an erotic shiver at the thought this could get dangerous if something went wrong.

She felt a burn in her lungs; she was running low on air. But she was sure she had enough to make it back to the opening in the pool cover. At any rate this pool wasn’t all that long. But why wasn’t the chest coming free?

She tugged insistently before taking a closer look. She discovered to her chagrin that her rat of a boyfriend had deliberately secured it to the drain with the twine. She would need to untie it first.

Stacy started fumbling with the knots before losing another burst of air. That’s when she decided to head back for a fresh breath before trying it again. There was no need to push herself down here.

She launched herself up off the bottom, pulling hard for the opening in the shallow end of the pool. Her lungs heaved gently but she was getting close to the opening in the cover. She finally stood up gasping for breath, standing in chest deep water while shaking her head at the task he’d left behind for her to deal with.

“You bastard!” she panted aloud. “I can’t believe you tied it up to the drain like that! Damn you; you must really want me to work for it!” That indicated to her it simply had to be the bracelet waiting inside.

She smiled, mentally picturing his mischievous grin. It suddenly occurred to her he might not have traveled with the team after all. Maybe he’d stayed behind and was hiding somewhere nearby watching her every move. Maybe he could see her right now!

Her eyes darted all around the backyard, looking for any sign of him. She saw nothing and concluded he was probably with the team like he was supposed to be. Still… for some reason she had the uneasy feeling she was indeed being watched.

She looked around once more before brushing the thought aside. It had to be nothing more than the discomfort of trying to retrieve the chest deep in the pool in a claustrophobic situation. No doubt he would want all the juicy details when he got back.

She looked back down toward the bottom where her prize awaited. “With all that twine, it’s got to be the bracelet!!” she decided. “He’s certainly making me work for it!” Then she began taking long, deep breaths in preparation for her second attempt to go down and fetch the coveted piece of jewelry. But she might need a really good breath in case it took her some time to unravel all that damned twine!

Her first trip down hadn’t been nearly as scary as she’d thought. She was surprised how well she’d handled herself. She hadn’t been forced to hold her breath that long either. Of course she’d been forced to return once she’d discovered what he’d done with the twine.

Once more she thought about that bracelet resting comfortably on her wrist. Her growing excitement was simply too much to overcome. Stacy took a long, deep breath before submerging with a burble and heading back down.

She swam with long, smooth deliberate strokes, working to conserve as much air as possible. She passed the line marking the sudden drop from 5 feet down to 12, confidently angling downward. Air trickled out of her nose, leaving a little trail behind her as she swam right up to the chest.

She was tingling excitedly, her nipples starting to harden as she grabbed the chest. She worked herself onto her knees and then went right to work. It wouldn’t be long now until the bracelet was finally in her possession.

She found a lose thread and began working on it. There was an ungawdly amount of twine; it was taking longer than expected. She kept drifting upwards, her brown hair billowing in front of her face and making her swat it away.

She released a small burst of air through her nose to relieve the growing pressure in her chest. Her lungs began to burn as she started to drift up again. She jerked her head back and released another burst to clear her sinuses and to decrease her buoyancy.

She glanced upward to observe the cover still in place. It gave her a faint twinge of anxiety, spurring her to speed up the process. She knew she could get back to the opening in time, but she really needed to hurry things along.

The twine was being stubborn as hell. Stacy began to wonder if she might be forced back yet again to get another breath. She felt her lungs heave gently in her chest; she was starting to get concerned…

The twine suddenly gave way as the lid came loose. Stacy thought she heard the quiet hum of something. She surmised it might be the pump, but she was too excited to retrieve her prize to investigate.

All thoughts were on what she hoped was the bracelet. Her lungs were beginning to burn, those spasms in her chest increasing. But she figured she had just enough time to reach in, pull out her present and head back.

She opened the lid, reached into the chest and felt around, certain her efforts were about to pay off. What her fingers latched onto did not feel like a bracelet. Instead it felt like another note.

What the hell?? No bracelet?? You mean I’m still not done with this damned treasure hunt yet??

She was more than a little pissed as she clung to the chest with her knees locked around it. Air bubbled out of her mouth as her lungs began to spasm. Instead of taking the note back with her she quickly unfurled the little piece of plastic and read the words written in water-proof black marker…

BANG! YOU’RE DEAD!

WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS??!!

It was getting darker; what the hell was going on?? She abruptly turned to see the light in the shallow end nearly gone. The cover was closing on her, moving inexorably toward the wall at the far end of the pool!

SHIT!

She burbled in alarm as she started kicking toward the shallow end as hard as she could, her arms pulling frantically. Her chest spasmed sharply, her lungs crying out for air. She realized she wasn’t going to get there before the cover reached the end of the pool.

She watched in horror as it thumped against the far wall before she even reached the 5 foot line in the floor of the pool. Now she was trapped underneath the cover. How the hell had it managed to close on her? Had she activated it by mistake when she’d tripped the switch several times??

Stacy bubbled in growing panic, her lungs on fire as she swam the rest of the way to the shallow end of the pool. She reached the steps, grabbed for the edge of the cover and tried to pull it back open. All she needed was enough to stick her head up!

The cover wouldn’t give. It was as though it was welded to the edge of the pool. There was nowhere to stick an arm up, no opening big enough to stick her head through. She was trapped underneath!

She grabbed onto the end of the cover, planted her feet against the wall and pulled with all her might, her lungs heaving desperately. The cover refused to budge as she lost little bursts of air. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she almost screamed in panic, instinctively clamping a hand over her mouth as though that would keep her from drowning.

Stacy looked upward, only to see a very distinct shadow up there. It looked as though someone was up there standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Gawd; she was saved!!

She rolled over onto her back and began beating against the cover with her fists, kicking at it with her feet in a desperate attempt to get their attention up there. Her chest was heaving insistently; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Gawd; didn’t they see her beating on the cover down here??

‘HURRY…… I’M DOWN HERE….. GET ME OUT….. I’M TRAPPED….. PLEASE HURRY…….. ALMOST……… OUT OF BREATH……….. Her lungs screamed in agony but the shadow remained in place, unmoving.

CAN’T THEY SEE ME? ……..OHMYGAWD! ……….CAN’T HOLD IT …………..ANY ………………LONGER!

Stacy screamed as air spewed out of her mouth, bursting up against the cover. She inhaled reflexively, gurgling as she sucked down a huge lungful of water. Then she went into spasms, her eyes flying open in horror.

She began to thrash about, coughing up fluid and air only to suck down more pool water. She spasmed sharply, doubling over as she lost her ability to pound away at the cover. She finally drifted up against it, her head and breasts pressing up against the material as her body painfully jerked and spasmed.

She stared upward in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened. Her mouth gaped open from her last attempt to breathe. She blinked in surprise before letting out a little sigh of bubbles as the life flicked out of her eyes.

Her last conscious thought was trying to decipher what the message meant. Had her boyfriend tried to murder her? It was too horrible to contempl…

—–

“I’m really sorry,” she said, reaching out and patting him on the arm as they sat across from each other in a booth at the soda shop. “You must feel terrible.”

“I do,” he replied softly. There was a haunted look in his eyes. “I don’t know what she was doing in my parent’s pool while I was away. I don’t know how she got trapped under the cover. If only I would have been there to save her.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he sipped on his soda.

“You mustn’t blame yourself,” she told him encouragingly.

“But it was my family’s pool. My folks were away; I was out of town with the team. No one was home when it happened. If only I would have been there. What the hell was she doing there?” He blinked the tears out of his eyes and nursed his soda.

“Did the police investigate? What did they say?”

“At first they wanted to blame me… me of all people!” …and he choked back a sob. “I was away with the team; my folks were out of town. I have no idea what she was doing there. All they found lying on the ground was her dress, shoes and bra. There was nothing in the pool to indicate why she was in the water. And there was nothing in her car telling them why she might’ve gone to the house.”

“Maybe she went for a swim. Was the pool cover broken or something?”

He shook his head, obviously in great pain over the loss of his girlfriend. “They checked the motor to the pool cover; it works fine! They don’t know how in the world she could have gotten trapped like that… unless someone was out trying to kill her! But who would want to kill Stacy?? They have no suspects and no evidence anyone was there, other than the theory someone had to have closed the cover on her. They’re calling it an accidental drowning, although I really don’t think they believe that. I think they think I had something to do with it. But I didn’t!”

“I believe you,” she said supportively, patting him on the arm again. “I’ll help you in any way I can. I’m here for you day or night.” She smiled warmly.

“Thanks, Brittany! You don’t know what I’ve been through these past few days.”

‘You don’t know what I went through to get you alone like this,’ she thought, smiling inwardly as she stroked his arm in sympathy. ‘After I set up her treasure hunt and drowned her I had to go down and remove all the evidence before taking all those notes out of her car. Now you’re going to be mine…’

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Cement blocks 3.3 (6)

Posted on May 12, 2016 by riwa

(Writer’s note: I thought this was a well acted scene when I first saw this clip, and naturally I thought of Emma. She loved my presentation. Just a quick little bonus short story for today with vidcap illustrations.)

Emma ran just as fast as her legs could carry her. He was after her, that crazy bastard in the black outfit. He’d caught her snooping around and now he was coming after her.

She had no idea what he would do once he caught up to her. But she wasn’t about to find out. He’d cut her off from her vehicle; now she was trying to circle back to it.

He caught her by surprise, covering her mouth. She tried to scream but there was a cloth over her face. The odor made her dizzy as her knees buckled. Then she went limp in his grasp.

When she awakened Emma found herself in some boat dock. She moaned softly. Then she felt something attached to her ankle. What the hell??

A jolt of fear hit her hard as she tried to free herself from the blocks. She was chained and padlocked to it; she couldn’t free herself! In an instant she suspected what her fate was going to be.

She heard a noise and looked up. The guy who’d attacked her was standing there. Emma shivered with fright, fearing the worst.

“Who are you?” she cried out. “You can’t do this to me! I was only looking around! I got lost, ok? You’d better let me go if you know what’s good for you!”

In response he walked up to her. Emma stepped away with fright, only to see him reach down and pick up the chained blocks. She gasped in alarm as another fearful jolt hit her hard.

“No!” she gasped in horror. “Put that down! I won’t tell another soul; honest I won’t!” That’s when he swung it in the direction of the water.

“NOOOOO!”

It hit the water with a splash and disappeared. Immediately it began pulling the chain along with it into the water. Emma cried out in horror, frozen with fear. What could she do??

The blocks were heavy enough to pull her legs out from under her. She cried out as she fell onto the dock. Then the blocks started pulling her toward the water. Emma tried to find something to grab onto, but the wood of the dock was slippery and there was nothing to grab onto.

It almost pulled her all the way off. Emma grabbed onto the edge of the dock, begging him to save her before it was too late. Then she felt herself starting to lose her grip.

She let out a cry as she lost her grasp. She was pulled into the water with a splash. Emma was sure she was a goner.

She kicked herself back up to the surface. There was slack in the chain; maybe he had miscalculated! A moment later she popped up, only to find her eyes were above the water but her mouth and nose had not cleared! She couldn’t get up high enough to get a breath!

She began to flail with her arms, trying to pull herself up high enough to get air. But the chain kept her tethered right at the surface, her mouth and nose not quite up out of the water. She coughed and sputtered, kicking and flailing like crazy, only to discover the blocks were just too heavy to allow her to go up any higher!

He stood there watching her as she struggled. Emma tried to call out to him, only to swallow water as she coughed and sputtered. She kept trying to pull herself up high enough to get her mouth out of the water. But the chain left her tantalizingly short!

She flailed with her arms until she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Emma began drowning with her eyes poking up above the surface. Her body spasmed and convulsed until her lungs flooded. Then she drifted there quietly, only her eyes and forehead peeking up above the surface.

He stared at her for half a minute. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth, coming up from her flooded lungs. Then he turned and walked away. She would never tell anyone what she had discovered on his property. The cement blocks would see to that. He would take her out later to the deepest part of the lake to make sure she was never heard from again.

(Vidcaps are from the Slasher 2016 TV series and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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The end of Magda and Joseph 2.3 (3)

Posted on May 12, 2016 by riwa

(Writer’s note: Sometimes a story idea sticks in your head and you have to get it in print to get it out. This is an idea that has been on my mind for awhile. My desire was to capture the emotions of the moment with as few words as possible. But my heart and sadness is for the innocent during a very tragic part of world history.)

Magda came out of the room and softly closed the door behind her as though not wanting to awaken the children. She was very pale, her eyes all red and puffy. Then she numbly made her way down the stairs.

She found an empty room with a table and a deck of cards. She sat down and reached out for them, mindlessly shuffling them before laying them out in the familiar pattern of solitaire. She listlessly moved cards to and fro, not wanting to feel anymore… not wanting to think.

She heard the sound of feet in the hallway beyond but did not bother to look up. A lone, well-dressed male came into the room and stood before her. He never said a word.

She looked up and saw it was Joseph. All he had to do was acknowledge the look in her eyes to know it was done. There was a look of great sorrow etched in his features. He must have aged at least a decade these last few days.

She acknowledged the gun in his right hand. In response she stood up from the table, abandoning her game. Together they walked out the door, not saying a word to each other.

They did not walk hand in hand. There was no longer any semblance of affection left to share with each other. His prior infidelities had seen to that. All that held them together was the children… and now they were gone.

As they climbed the stairs the horrible memory returned, the memory of her oldest daughter waking up and resisting her. She’d been forced to grasp her face and pry her mouth open, forcing the capsule between her lips. Then she’d made her bite down on it.

Around her had been the sounds of writhing bodies, of unconscious children having horrible seizures. She hadn’t been able to look at them anymore. She’d numbed herself to the horror, rationalizing her actions.

The capsule had finally broken, the eldest going into the expected seizures. She no longer had to force her and she gently let go of her head. She could not speak, could not ask her daughter for forgiveness as the tears welled up in her eyes. It did not matter; she deserved none.

It was a situation of her own making. She could not allow the children to live with the heavy burden they would be forced to bear afterwards. And she could not live being forced to admit to what her husband had been a part of all these years. The responsibility was hers and hers alone for her willing participation.

She and her husband finally reached the main floor. It was dark as they stepped outside into the garden. Off in the distance the sound of artillery fire indicated just how close the battle raged.

They paused for a moment, neither one willing to speak. There was nothing more to say to each other, no reason to prolong the inevitable. There was nothing now but sadness and regret. It was over, time to end everything. Death would be a relief.

She took two steps forward and then turned to face him, a look of sadness in her eyes. She did not request him to take action; there was no need. She spoke not a word; she simply stood there waiting.

Numbly he lifted the gun and pointed it at her chest. She didn’t even stiffen with anticipation. Then he pulled the trigger.

The weapon spit death, a direct shot into her heart. She collapsed in a heap. A moment later there was a second shot. But she did not hear it, not that she would have cared. He had blown the back of his brains out.

At first there was merciful blackness, a respite from her agony. But then the veil of darkness lifted. She was back in that room, watching from above as she poisoned her children all over again. They were having seizures, the oldest fighting against her… fighting for her life as she forced the cyanide capsule into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth in a silent scream, forced to watch a monster killing her children over and over for all eternity.

This… was worse than hell…

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Bagging the Agent 4.3 (6)

Posted on May 6, 2016 by riwa

(repost)

The blonde-haired agent awoke to discover she wasn’t dead after all. Janet felt weak and groggy, indicating she’d probably been tranquilized in that warehouse. She could feel a throb in her neck where the pellet had penetrated.

She looked around and discovered she’d been moved. She was now lying flat on her back on a black-framed four poster bed in some sort of playroom. Apparently her clothes had been removed while she’d been out, only to be replaced with some sort of translucent green latex outfit. The whole thing reeked of something kinky… and of something dangerously unpleasant.

She tried to rise, only to feel the drugs in her system still sapping her strength. Janet collapsed back onto the bed, helpless and frustrated. She could feel her senses coming back on line. But it was going to take a few more minutes to compose herself, minutes she wasn’t sure she had.

She tried again, fighting with everything she had just to sit up. A wave of nausea washed over her. It passed and she felt a little bit stronger, but not enough to remain upright. She fell backward, panting hard as she worked her jaws, trying to get her mouth to function again.

The door opened and a young woman entered with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair hung down almost to her waist. She wore some sort of kinky, dark purple two piece latex outfit that deliberately exposed her mid-section and her breasts.

“Oh, goody!” she observed with sinister glee. “You’re awake!” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as she quietly added, “Now we get to play.”

The agent tried to move again. She succeeded in getting herself upright before her muscles threatened to give out on her again. Before she could collapse back onto the bed the young woman came over and caught her, helping her to sit up straight.

“Here, let me help you,” she offered as she climbed onto the bed behind her. A moment later the agent felt rope being wound around her wrists. It wasn’t tight enough to secure her, but it was just enough to help hold her arms in place. The agent felt a stab of alarm in the pit of her gut.

It wasn’t long before her arms were stretched out with the rope. She was secured to rings in the braces between the bedposts, leaving her feeling like a big bird with its wings helplessly stretched outward. Then the woman reached around and rubbed her body, caressing the latex over her breasts and sending erotic shivers flowing through her.

Her adversary climbed off, came around and looked her up and down. “Perfect!” she gasped delightedly. “I love it when my play-toys are properly prepared!” Then she walked over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be several sheets of plastic.

“I think we’ll try a little bagging today. How does that sound to you?” Then she turned and winked at the agent.

“Ddddd – DAMN yyyyy – you!” the agent managed to get out, her tongue still feeling thick and heavy. Now she was starting to feel real fear in her stomach as her muscles fought to regain their strength. Her attempt at speech caused her adversary to chuckle.

“Oh we haven’t been properly introduced yet. But I certainly know you. You work at the Agency.” Then she paused for dramatic effect.

“My name is Violet. But you can call me ‘The Asphyxiator’. I’ll be your executioner today.” She said it as though killing the agent was no big deal to her.

Janet’s eyes went wide in recognition and shock. Then she began to squirm and struggle in earnest, horrified at whom she had finally encountered. ‘You mean she’s the one who’s been killing our female agents?? I have to get free and alert the Agency!’

She felt the bed respond as Violet climbed on and sat behind her. She struggled against the ropes as her strength began to return. A moment later a clear, plastic bag was abruptly pulled down over her head.

Her adversary cackled as she stood upon the bed behind her. “Let’s start with one bag, shall we, darling? I like to start slow before working up to my kills.”

Janet was forced forward as the end of the bag rolled up and hung up near her mouth. She grunted in alarm at the peril she was in. There was a good chance she was going to die unless she could somehow get free!

It all made sense to Janet now, especially the way several of her female friends in the Agency had been found. They’d either been smothered or strangled to death, leading several of her colleagues to dub the perpetrator as ‘The Asphyxiator’. And now she was next, caught in the sadistic bitch’s sinister web!

She’d gone to that damn warehouse alone because of an anonymous tip, only to get shot in the neck once she’d gotten inside. Now it was obvious the tip had been nothing more than a set-up. It had been nothing more than a ruse to lure her there so bitch could add her to the growing body count.

She couldn‘t prevent the bag from being pulled all the way down over her face. Then she heard Violet coo at her from behind. “Time to hold your breath, baby,” the woman told her with sadistic glee.

A moment later the dangerous felon put her hand over her face. “Now struggle for me, Janet, ok?” she taunted. “Be a darling and give me a good show, ok? Show me you can die just as erotically as all the others.”

Janet tried her best not to struggle, tried not to give her tormentor the satisfaction of enjoying her suffering. But she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t long until she began struggling in earnest. Her lungs started heaving in her chest as she fought for her next breath of air.

As she struggled she became aware of Violet pressing into her back with cries of “YEAH, BABY – FIGHT ME!” The woman’s weight against her had the affect of tightening the ropes attached to her wrists, making it harder to free herself. It felt as though the sadistic bitch was humping her!

“GUMPH!”

“Yeah, bitch… FIGHT me!”

“UUNNGGHHH!”

Janet thrashed about in near panic. She couldn’t breathe; she was going to pass out any second now. Then Violet eased up on her. The bag to loosen, allowing her to get a few precious breaths of air.

“Oh, NO, you don’t!” her tormentor exclaimed, quickly adjusting her grip on the bag. “You don’t get off THAT easily, darling!” A moment later the bag was pulled tightly around Janet’s face. Once more her air was cut off.

Janet struggled instinctively as her lungs fought to pull down her next breath. But this time the sadistic bitch kept the bag tight against her face while humping her hard from behind. It also kept the rope taut around her secured wrists, leaving her helpless to fight back.

The imperiled agent wriggled and squirmed, her lungs heaving. She could not breathe at all; she was becoming dizzy. At the same time she was horrified to detect a growing arousal in her loins, her body’s natural reaction to being unable to breathe.

Was she going to climax in the midst of her peril? Was this what the sadistic bitch had in mind? Did she enjoy forcing orgasms out of her victims as she suffocated them??

“I WON’T!” her mind screamed. “I WON’T GIVE HER THE SATISFA – GUUUNNNGGGHHH!”

It hit her hard, ravaging her body as her back arched. Her lungs screamed at her, demanding another breath as she shuddered from an intense orgasm. Her eyes rolled; she was sure she was going to black out!

Violet abruptly released the bag. Janet panted heavily, managing to get a half-decent breath of air into her lungs. “Gawd, baby – you CAME, didn’t you!” her tormentor gasped. “Wonderful, darling! I always like to allow my victims enjoy themselves before I asphyxiate them. Now it’s my turn to cum!”

Once more the bag was pulled tightly over her face until Janet couldn’t breathe again. Violet humped the shit out of her, verbally urging her to have another orgasm before her own caught up to her. That’s when she cried out with pleasure, losing her grip on the bag enough for Janet to gasp once more.

“And now we go again, bitch!” Violet gasped after a brief pause. Once more the bag was pulled tightly over Janet’s face. And once more it swelled shamefully inside her.

Janet couldn’t hold the orgasms back; they just kept coming and coming. What’s more, she found herself starting to give in to them. She was ashamed of herself but was unable to exert any form of self-control. That’s when she began to question whether she’d sub-consciously allowed herself to get captured.

She’d secretly read the autopsy reports, read how the coroner had studied each body and had discovered the sexual aspects associated with each death. Each woman had been found with an inordinate amount of vaginal fluid. It had made her wonder if each one had been brought to some form of sexual ecstasy before death had occurred.

So why had she gone to that warehouse without any backup? Was it because of the autopsy reports? She wanted to believe it had simply been a desire on her part not to risk any more members of the Agency. But now she wasn’t so sure.

What if deep down it was on account of some strange sub-conscious excitement she had about breath-play? Reading about those deaths had aroused her so. Was she about to pay for her foolishness with her life?

“C’mon, bitch!” she heard Violet cry out from behind her as she was humped relentlessly. “Give me another one, Janet – I KNOW you’ve got more hiding in there!”

Her lungs screamed at her as her breath was denied yet again. Once more she found herself unable to stop herself from cumming as another orgasm slammed into her. This one hit her so hard she actually passed out, going limp in the ropes that held her arms up.

“No – no – no; that’ll NEVER do!” Violet exclaimed, releasing the bag so it could inflate once again. “I’m not THROUGH with you yet, darling. Get your breath back, baby. Then we go again.”

A rush of air filled Janet’s lungs, air that was partially compromised by her own exhalations inside the bag. But it was enough to bring her around. Janet gasped as she shook her head.

Her body was sore from cumming; her wrists ached from their bindings. That’s when she felt an additional bag being pulled down over her head. “You did so well with one bag, darling. Let’s see how well you do with two.”

She pulled both of them down tight before stretching the outer one out over the top of her victim’s head. “Go ahead, darling,” she cooed sadistically. “Struggle for me, baby!”

Janet began to struggle breathing, her inhalations pulling the bags tight against her lips. She winced as another orgasm swelled inside her, threatening to top the dam and spill over. Then she was cumming again as the sadistic bitch gleefully humped the back of her head.

Janet knew she needed to find some way of escape. But she was losing her strength with each orgasm, losing her strength each time air was denied her. She was weak, dizzy and disoriented… and she sensed the end might not be that much farther away.

The twin bags puffed and deflated, sucking tightly against her face as she struggled to breathe. Violet’s unyielding grip made sure no air could seep through. Janet’s lungs screamed at her as a breathless inferno burned in her chest.

For a moment she felt a burst of adrenaline that caused her to struggle like mad much to Violet’s delight. The only thing she accomplished was being on the receiving end of another hard orgasm that ravaged her body, leaving her weak and breathless. Then the bags were loosened, allowing her to gasp madly for breath as streamers of air found their way to her lungs.

The bags huffed and puffed, making it difficult for Janet to breathe. For the moment they remained loose around her face. That’s when Violet bent over her and whispered into her ear…

“I want you to know that of all the women I’ve killed, darling, YOU’VE been the very best!” She said it seductively, allowing a finger to trail over the gasping woman‘s face. Then her tormentor sighed wistfully.

“Sorry, darling, but all good things must come to an end. Now here’s the third bag, darling. The third one usually proves fatal.”

She said it casually as though snuffing another female was nothing to her. Then with a knowing chuckle she tugged it down into place. Janet panted weakly for breath, suspecting she was not going to survive this.

She tried to breathe deeply but it was a struggle to fuel her lungs. Trying to pull air through three bags was exceedingly difficult. Her mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of her predicament.

She choked and gurgled as a thin cord was wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t enough to strangle her to death. But it was more than enough to help seal the three bags over her head.

Her body exploded as she struggled in a last desperate attempt to free herself. Janet writhed violently in the ropes securing her wrists. Violet was forced to hang on for dear life to avoid being thrown off the bed, humping Janet for all she was worth while gleefully cheering her on…

“Yeah, baby; fight me! Fight to pull air into your lungs! Give it up for your Asphyxiator, darling! Struggle for me; show me how arousing it is for a brave young woman from the Agency to be asphyxiated to death!”

She could feel her own orgasm building. Violet knew this one was going to be extra special. The last one always was as it usually came at the lethal asphyxiation of another female agent.

At that moment Janet found reserves she didn’t know she had. She thrashed about like a wild woman as the air went stale in the bags around her head. They puffed in and out as she panted for breath until she found herself sucking her own expelled air back into her lungs… found herself sucking the bags tightly to her mouth…

She sucked harder, her lungs trying to find some source of fresh oxygen. But none was forthcoming. She weakened as she became dizzy and disoriented. Then it went off inside her with a thunderous eruption.

Janet shuddered hard, her lungs gasping madly for fresh air to feed what her last orgasm had just stolen from her. Her murderer cried out with sadistic glee… “Gawd yeah, darling! Give it up for me, baby! Die for me, you BITCH!”

Janet went into convulsions before suddenly going limp, too tired to fight anymore. She was ashamed of herself; ashamed she’d let her colleagues down. She was ashamed the bitch known as ‘The Asphyxiator’ had murdered her and would probably kill again.

What shamed her the most was the way she’d cum so intensely as a direct result of oxygen deprivation… and that the bitch had gotten off on it. That shame was the last thing on her mind as the bag clung tightly to her face. Then she slumped forward, her eyes all glazed over.

“Gawd, yeah!” Violet gasped as her orgasm overtook her at the death of the Agency woman. She shuddered hard while eagerly humping the lifeless body. Then she relaxed, gasping wildly for breath.

She sighed contentedly, lovingly caressing her play-toy’s non-moving body. “I gotta give it to you, darling,” she cooed. “You were great – definitely the best one the Agency’s sent out so far. You’re going to be a hard one to top. But that’s ok with me. I’m looking forward to seeing who they send out after me next.”

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

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Caught stealing boyfriends 3 (3)

Posted on April 30, 2016 by riwa

(edited with an additional 900 words and reposted)

“Hello, Brad? This is Emma… yeah, I’m looking forward to tonight. I’m going to wear that dress you said you liked. …yeah, that’s the one. I found it in Amy’s closet, the really slinky one with the black heels? …oh, don’t worry. I think you’ll like it better on me that you ever did on Amy! … oh yeah; I agree. It definitely accents all the right places on me, if you know what I mean. …no, I won’t tell her if you won’t. …you want me to what? Get on my knees and do what? …yeah, Brad. You’ll probably have to make me, but I’m sure you won’t have any problems doing that. Besides, you love forcing it down my throat, don’t you! Ok, I’ll see you in an hour. I’ve got to go in and finish getting ready for tonight. I’m sitting out here by the pool… yeah, I have to sneak in and swipe Amy’s outfit out of her closet before she gets home. So I’d better go now before they get back to the house. …ok, Brad. I’ll talk to you later. See you tonight, ok?”

She placed her cellphone down on the patio table, a smile on her lips. If Amy ever found out she was a dead woman. But that’s what made it so exciting, right?

She stood up from her chair and turned to head into the house, only to jerk with a start. Amy stood there glaring at her, fury etched in her features. She was wearing her white t-shirt and shorts, the attire she usually changed into whenever she got home from work. Emma didn’t know if her roommate was going to cry or scream at her.

“Hi, Amy. Wh-when did you get home?”

“Long enough to find out why I haven’t had a date with Brad in over a week, you little slut! Have you been on your knees again sucking a cock that doesn’t belong to you?”

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“You’ve been seeing my Brad and sucking his damn cock, haven’t you! You’re going to see him tonight, aren’t you!”

“I am not!”

“And you’re going to wear that outfit I bought just for him, aren’t you! I heard you on the phone, you little tart!”

“You aren’t supposed to listen in on my phone calls, you bitch!”

“You stole my boyfriend, you little SLUT!”

“I did not! And you shouldn’t be listening in on other people’s conversations! It’s not right, you know!”

“You’re not supposed to be stealing your roommate’s boyfriends, you little shit!”

“I didn’t steal anyone!”

“I just heard you on the phone, you little slut! You told him you were going to sneak in and wear my dress! You think you can just take my boyfriend, you little whore?”

“I didn’t take anybody’s boyfriend. It’s not my fault he wants to see me tonight!”

“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, you little tart!”

“Maybe if you would put out for him once in a while you wouldn’t have lost him in the first place! It’s not my fault he likes me!”

“That’s because you suck his damn cock, you little whore!”

“I do not – AAUUGGHH!!” Amy charged her roommate in a blind fury. She wrapped her up in her arms and toppled them both into the deep end of their backyard pool with a splash.

The catfight was on…

—–

Maria walked into the house from running her errand to the store. She put the sack of groceries onto the counter. Then she pulled out her cellphone.

It was strange how she hadn’t heard from Mike in a while. They’d been seeing each other for some time but he’d gone strangely quiet. Every time she’d called he’d been busy. As a result they hadn’t gone out on a date together in over three weeks. It was time to get some answers.

“Mike? This is Maria. What’s going on? How come you’ve been busy so often? …no, you can’t hang up! I want to know what the hell is going on! Talk to me, Mike; I deserve to know what’s going on!

—–

Arms and legs flew everywhere as Amy wrestled underwater with Emma. There was a lot of screaming and bubbling and hair-pulling. Emma popped up only to be pulled back under. Then Amy popped up, trying to force her roommate back under.

It was exhausting work since they were in the deep end and forced to tread water whenever they reached the surface. Emma came up and sputtered, “Let me go!” just as Amy pulled her back under. There was more wrestling and bubbling.

Emma finally broke away, swimming frantically into shallow water. Amy was hot on her heels. She grabbed her from behind, angrily bellowing, “You boyfriend-stealing BITCH!” Then she pulled her under.

Emma squirmed and bubbled, pulling against the clothes of her roommate. She was getting all turned on wrestling in the water with her. Besides, the bitch was furious with her. There was no telling what she might do to her! It was probably a good idea to try getting out of the water…

—–

“You’re WHAT?! BREAKING UP WITH ME??!! But why, Mike?” The tears started streaming down her cheeks.

“You’re seeing someone else? Who is this bitch, Mike?? Tell me, damn you; I deserve to know! Do I know her? Tell me her name, damn you! …her name is Emma? That’s the name of my roommate, Mike! She what?? You mean you’ve been seeing MY EMMA??!! How long has THIS been going on?!”

“THREE WEEKS??!! You’ve been seeing her for three weeks now?? Why?? What the hell for?? …WHAT?? You’re taking her out because she sucks your damn COCK???!!! I’LL KILL HER!!”

She slammed her cellphone down, nearly breaking it in the process. Then she started hollering for Emma to show herself. She was going to kill that fucking bitch for stealing her boyfriend!

—–

Amy was starting to tire almost as much as her roommate. She burbled frantically, came up for air and was shoved right back under.

“Had enough?” Emma giggled, letting her come back up. “It’s not my fault he wants to go out with me. Besides, he’s fun! He buys me things! Get over it!”

“THERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Emma looked up to see Maria standing on the edge of the pool in the green blouse and shorts she’d been wearing when she saw her leave the house over an hour ago. She hadn’t expected her back this soon, hadn’t expected either roommate to return before she’d dressed for her date and left. Maria’s fists were clenched; she was trembling in barely contained fury.

“Maria, what’s wrong?” Amy wanted to know.

“THAT LITTLE SHIT STOLE MY BOYFRIEND!”

“She what?!”

“She’s been dating my Mike for three weeks now!”

“She’s dating Mike?? But… but she’s been seeing my Brad!” Instantly Emma felt an erotic shiver rippled through her. She hadn’t planned on her roommates finding out so soon… certainly not on the same day.

“I just got off the phone with Mike! He says you two have been seeing each other for three weeks now!”

“She’s seeing YOUR MIKE? She’s going out tonight with MY BRAD! And she plans on wearing MY DRESS… the one Brad likes so much!”

“She’s WHAT?!” Maria stared at the guilty party in shocked outrage.

“He asked me to go to that concert with him two weeks ago! What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean he canceled our date just so he could go to that concert with YOU??!!”

“Hey, I knew this place where we could go afterwards. Besides, he said you wouldn’t put out. It’s not my fault.” Emma shrugged her shoulders in an I-just-couldn’t-help-myself manner.

“Not your FAULT? It damn well IS your fault, you little slut! You mean he wants to go out with you because you’re willing to suck his damn cock?”

“Maybe if you two would just put out a little, you’d be able to keep your boyfriends!”

Maria’s face instantly clouded over with unbridled fury. A moment later shea jumped into the pool with her, grabbing her and pushing her under the surface. “I’ll KILL you – I’ll KILL you!”

Emma bubbled as she tried to wriggle out of Maria’s grasp. She’d just battled in the pool with one roommate; now she had to take on the other?? She didn’t have time for this or she was going to be late for her date with Brad.

She burbled up to the surface, only to get caught from behind and pushed back under by an enraged, newly invigorated Amy. Now they were both on top of her as Maria cried out, “Drown the bitch!”

Emma bubbled wildly as she slipped out of Amy’s grasp, only for Maria to jump her and force her back under. She could barely take them one at a time, but certainly not while they were ganging up on her. She felt an erotic shudder realizing they were really pissed off with her this time!

Arms and legs went flying as Emma struggled to get back up. She popped up for a breath only to be shoved right back down. This time her roommates began clawing at her clothes, ripping them off her body.

She twisted and struggled, trying to get back up. She would barely pop up for a breath before one or the other would force her right back down. Emma felt an erotic jolt of alarm at the thought they might actually be angry enough to drown her.

Every time she got away from one the other would force her back down. She was tiring rapidly, her pussy throbbing from the erotic struggle and the trouble she was in. They finally got her stretched out between them, each one holding onto an arm.

“Drown the slut!” Amy bellowed, and they forced her head down while holding onto her arms. Emma bubbled wildly, her heart pounding in her chest. Her promiscuous behavior was now threatening to get her into some very serious trouble.

They pulled her back up and she came up coughing and sputtering, water cascading down out of her dark brown hair into her eyes. Her breasts heaved, her nipples painfully erect as her lungs cried out for some time to recuperate. But her roommates were having none of that…

“I’m sorry, ok? I’ll call Brad and cancel – BLUB!” and back down she went.

“Damn right you’re going to cancel, bitch!” Amy declared. “Because we’re going to drown your ass in the fucking pool!”

Emma bubbled and thrashed about, unable to hold her breath. Air spewed out of her mouth as her heart hammered in her chest. She needed to be allowed to get up for a breath and stay at the surface for a while to compose herself!

They angrily jerked her upright, causing her to gasp and sputter… “Please…. I’m sorry… Let me out…”

“You want out, you little slut?”

“Yes… Please…”

“I say we drown the bitch,” Amy told her roommate. Maria nodded in agreement as they forced her right back down into the water.

Emma shuddered as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Her eyes rolled as air spewed freely out of her mouth. Then her roommates pulled her back up. She came up dazed and disoriented.

“Figures,” Amy snorted in disgust. “She just had another orgasm! She is such a SLUT!”

“Please… I’m gonna be… late for my date!”

“Bitch!” Maria declared. “I say we drown her and make it look like an accident!”

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry – blurblurlublrulbu!” This time she was forced under the water and held there, the two roommates grasping onto her arms.

Emma tried to struggle but she was too weak to fight. Besides, it was two-on-one and they had a good grasp of her arms forcing her down. She shivered as she heard them talking up at the surface…

“You really think we should drown her?”

“She’s just going to keep stealing our boyfriends and sucking their cock unless we put a stop to it!”

“Isn’t that murder?”

“Not if she drowns herself by accident! She came out here to do a little skinny-dipping and got tired… or maybe she got a leg cramp!”

“I know! We can put the weight belt on her and toss her into the deep end! We’ll say she got tired and drowned herself!”

“That’ll work!” Amy declared. Then she hollered down at their bubbling roommate, “SUCK WATER, BITCH! SUCK IT – SUCK IT!”

Emma shook her head, her eyes wide with fright. She could feel another orgasm coming on even as her lungs began to heave. She was out of air; she couldn’t hold her breath much longer.

She shook her head again as the roommates kept her head below the surface. Her lungs heaved as her stomach convulsed from lack of air. A moment later panic set in, her body reacting in terror while she kept trying to hold her breath.

She jerked against the grasp they had on her arms. Then she started thrashing about, screaming her breath away. A moment later a wave of intense pleasure swept over her as she orgasmed again from the fear she was experiencing. A moment later her lungs gave out.

Emma began to cough and convulse as she sucked pool water down her throat. Her eyes flew open in horror as she coughed the liquid back out, only to swallow down another lungful. Then she went into painful spasms, coughing and convulsing as her lungs heaved in her chest…

“She’s drowning! Should we bring her back up??”

“No, leave her down! Let the slut drown! It serves her right!”

“She’s really thrashing about!”

“Hold her down!”

Emma shuddered hard, her hands flexing as her feet cocked and curled. Then the fight abruptly bled right out of her as she went limp in their grasp. She stared toward the bottom of the pool with lifeless eyes.

“Let her go and see if she floats,” Amy declared. They released her arms and stepped back. Emma drifted upward to float face down in the pool, an occasional bubble slipping out past her parted lips.

“Go get the weight belt,” Amy instructed. Maria climbed out of the pool and retrieved the belt sitting on the ground underneath a patio table. She brought it back into the water with her.

“Now let’s put it around her waist,” Amy declared. They worked together snugging it tight and making sure it was secure.

“Now let’s get her out into the deep end, Maria.”

They swam her out together, the two of them working to keep her at the surface. Then they let her go right over the top of the drain below. The belt pulled Emma straight to the bottom, her naked body rolling over until she came to rest on her back staring up at the surface with lifeless eyes.

“Serves her right,” Amy said with a satisfied sigh. “Now here’s the deal, ok? We just got home and found her down there; ok, Maria? Now let’s go dry off!”

“Ok, Amy.” Then the two girls got out of the water and went inside, leaving the roommate they’d caught stealing their boyfriends lying naked at the bottom of the deep end of the pool…

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Valentine’s day massacre redux 3.2 (5)

Posted on April 24, 2016 by riwa

A Revy/Black Lagoon fanfic.

A part of the building was on fire as Diane approached in her red Jeep Cherokee. She immediately pulled to a stop a safe distance away before drawing her glock. Then she got out and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, her black hair swaying from her pony tail as she carefully approached the structure.

Her senses were on high alert; there was death in the wind. She felt danger all around her. She slowly approached the building, her weapon at the ready and her senses on high alert.

She tried the side entrance next to the big garage door, discovering it was unlocked. She threw it open and then tumbled inside, quickly getting to her knees in a shooting position ready to fire. But when she looked all around she saw that it would not be necessary. There was no one left alive to shoot at…

Harley sat propped against the back wall, a red hole oozing blood from his temple with two more gaping wounds in the beige shirt in his chest. Next to him Marcus lay sprawled on the floor in a grey shirt and jeans. He looked like he’d taken three or four. Diane slowly rose to her feet, deciding there was nothing but death here; the danger had long passed.

She made a slow, careful inspection of the rest of the building as a feeling of dread enveloped her. She found Buddy sprawled against another wall with three in his chest. Oliver lay face down in a pool of blood. Then she found secretary Carla slumped in her seat at her desk in her skirt and jacket showing that lovely cleavage, two bloody wounds in her chest having targeted each of her impressive breasts. There was a look of shock frozen in her lifeless eyes.

She walked up to Carla and softly put her fingers on her eyelids, closing them tenderly. “Sorry about that, hun,” she murmured sadly. “You didn’t deserve this.” Then she went on with her search.

In the back of the building the office was burning. Smoke was pouring out through open windows. Diane realized she didn’t have much time to finish her search before the whole thing would be fully engulfed.

She found Corbin the cute one with two in his back. That was infuriating; she rather enjoyed fucking him. Then she found the balding Oliver lying dead near his office chair, the flames already reaching for his bullet-riddled body. So where the hell was Charlotte??

Diane felt a lump in her throat as she started to backtrack. The smoke was getting worse; she would have to get out soon. But first she had to find Char… oh damn!

There she was lying in a corner with her .45 lying just out of reach of her hand as though she’d dropped it at the very end. She had wounds in her crotch and torso, a couple more in her chest as though her breasts had been specifically targeted. She had been brutally gunned down.

With tears in her eyes Diane knelt down and checked the weapon, confirming it had been discharged. Charlotte had gone down firing to the bitter end. But there was too much blood; she was clearly gone.

Diane felt her anger start to boil. Then she picked up a couple of nearby spent cartridges and examined them closely. They were 9 mils… almost anybody could have fired them. But one name sprang prominently to mind, one she knew who used that kind of ammo and was pretty damned good with those Berettas she carried!

Diane was coughing as she finally emerged out of the building, forced out by all that billowing smoke. She looked all around until she found motorcycle tracks. Apparently the bitch had driven cross country to enjoy her massacre. Well now it would be HER turn!

Diane angry strode back to her Jeep, the fury swelling within her. She slammed the vehicle into gear and then aimed it in the direction of the newly made tracks. She was going to follow them until she met the owner.

…and then she was going to give that bitch a going-away present her beloved Charlotte would be so fucking proud of…

—

“Thank God it’s only a flesh wound,” Rock told her as he wrapped some gauze around Revy’s upper thigh.

“God’s got nothing to do with it, Rock. That bitch is dead; I paid her back for putting one in me!” Then she took a puff from the cigarette dangling from her lips, taking it out and blowing smoke as she sourly added, “I still can’t believe I let her hit me like that.”

“It was a bloody massacre, Revy! Did you really have to kill them all like that… and on Valentine’s Day no less? You made Capone’s massacre look like a Sunday School picnic!”

“They shouldn’t have been there in the first place, Rock,” Revy said, taking another puff. “I got paid to ransack the office and steal files. Vashtin said to kill anyone who stood in my way, so I did!”

“But there WERE no files, Revy! I think he just wanted you to kill them all! And did you really have to set the office on fire?”

“Look at my face, Rock! Do I really look like I give a shit?”

“Damnit, Revy; you’re really going to be hunted now!”

“Amateurs, Rock,” Revy snarled with a dismissive wave. “They can’t hold a fucking candle to – OW! Watch it – that fucking HURTS!” She angrily glared at him and then at the wound he was bandaging.

“Sorry… almost done!”

“You fucking bastard… that really hurts!”

“Take it easy, Revy! There; I’m finished!”

“Good!” Then she angrily threw him across the room where he fell onto the bed in a heap. “Now we’re gonna screw!”

“Damn, Revy; right now??” he blurted out in amazement. “You just killed all those people and now you want to SCREW??!! You sure can pick some crazy times to fuck!”

“I’m horny; so sue me! You’re a man, Rock; you should be fucking grateful I even WANT your cock right now!”

“But you just got done killing six people!”

“Seven, Rock; but who the hell is keeping count? I’m fuckin horny… and it’s Valentine’s Day! Besides, you never bought me any flowers!”

“But you HATE sentiment, Revy! Besides, we were too busy scoping out the place to take the time to buy any flowers!”

“Would you just get your ass over here and fuck me?” Revy was already climbing onto the bed, wincing from the pain of her wound while pulling down her denim shorts to reveal a wet, sticky pussy. All that killing – especially the way she’d put so many into that last deserving bitch – had made her horny as fuck…

—

Diane shut off the engine as soon as she saw the shack off in the distance. With glock in hand she got out and then stealthily made her way over in that general direction, continuing to follow the tracks. A conspicuous looking motorbike stood upright near the front door, confirming she was on the right track.

Diane made her way closer, using every bush, every tree, every clump of grass as cover. Her mind was on her dead friends back in that burning building, especially her dear friend Charlotte. The two had even gotten kinky under the sheets a few times. But now she was dead… and Diane was certainly going to make someone pay dearly for that. And she had a pretty good idea who that certain someone might be.

She carefully made her way to the front door, listening intently for any signs whoever might be inside was on to her presence. That’s when she saw drops of blood on the wooden steps. She knelt down and touched one with her fingers… fresh. Just as she’d suspected… at least Charlotte had made one shot count! The thought made her smile with grim satisfaction.

She heard voices inside that made her follow along the exterior of the shack. She found a back door that appeared to be operational. The voices were louder back here…

“Put it in, damn you! Rock, I told you I’m horny! You should be fucking grateful! Yeah; that’s the way!”

“Geez, Revy; why are you so horny all of the sudden?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rock! Besides, I really put that bitch down for shooting me in the thigh!”

Diane felt her blood boil as she stewed outside the back door. She wanted to go right in and put the bitch out of her misery along with her so-called boyfriend. But she hesitated, unsure if what she was hearing was an act meant to lure her into some sort of trap…

“Ummm, yeah, Rock; like that… fuck, did you see the way the life flickered out of her eyes while she was trying to fire one last round? Fuck; what a rush!”

“Revy, you… *ungh* never cease to *ungh* surprise me!”

“Shut up and keep fucking! I’m so fucking close right now… yeah!”

Diane closed her eyes as she listened from outside the building. Now she was really angry! She wanted to burst in and interrupt their fucking before the climactic moment. But she was still unsure if it was all just an act. One simply couldn’t be too careful when dealing with that bitch-assassin Revy!

The moans got louder; she was sure she could hear slurping sounds from some cock entering some wet pussy. It sounded like Revy was moaning, urging Rock to fuck her harder. Diane’s anger started to spill over; she’d be damned if she was going to allow that fucking bitch one last orgasm… not after killing her beloved Charlotte.

Diane quietly turned the knob to the door, opening it a crack just enough to get a good look inside. They were still mostly in their clothes, but they were fucking all right! That’s when she threw the door open and rushed in with her weapon drawn.

They were sitting upright on the bed, Revy facing her and the door while her lover’s back was to her. Diane didn’t hesitate, lifting her weapon and pulling the trigger…

*BLAM*

Rock felt the change in the room – the change in pressure indicating a door had just opened – a split-second before his brains were permanently scrambled. A bloody hole appeared in his temple as he started to go over sideways. His cock pulled out of his lover’s pussy as a look of shock flickered in his eyes.

Revy’s cry of “ROCK, LOOK OUT!” was much too late to be heard above the report of the glock. She got her lover’s blood and brain matter splattered on her face and in her eyes. All she could do was stare in shock, panting heavily for breath with her body still trembling from the effects of Rock’s member having just been inside her. She was sweating profusely now from her sexual exertions while her thigh was thrumming from the pain, the gauze around it showing a circular red splotch.

Diane pointed the gun right at her, a cruel sneer on her lips. “Get off on killing my friends, did you? Then let’s see you get off on this, bitch!”

The weapon lowered a moment before the glock spat led. Revy screamed in pain as her pussy was torn apart. Instinctively her hands came down in vain to stem the flow of blood and to somehow ease the agony of where she’d just been shot…

“AAUUGGHH! You fucking BITCH!!!”

“Let’s see you masturbate to THAT, you fucking whore! Now these are for my two favorite ‘Charlotte assets’!”

The glock spoke twice more, giving Revy additional pain in her chest as Diane put one in each breast. The wounded assassin went over backward onto the bed writhing in extreme misery. She no idea how much a bullet wound in the right location could hurt like hell! Besides, she was used to inflicting pain; not receiving any!

She writhed on the bed in sheer agony, whimpering pitifully while trying to clutch at her wounds. Diane pulled up her glock and took aim one last time. “Say hello to Charlotte for me when you get there ok? Because this time she’s gonna kick your fucking ass!” Then the weapon spit death as Revy’s head jerked back from lead poisoning blasting straight through her forehead.

Diane panted quietly, slowly lowering her smoking weapon. Revy’s body was jerking around a little, spasming in its death throws. The assassin’s lover was long gone; the bullet through the back of the head giving him a more merciful ending than the one she’d just given the merciless assassin.

Diane studied the corpse in front of her, studied the shredded pussy with its mixture of blood and the fluids of Revy’s coupling with her dead lover. It made her sad to think her friend Charlotte would never again enjoy the pleasures of a good fuck, especially that cute guy Corbin. Then it made her angry again.

“Did you like that, bitch?” Diane asked bitterly. “Did you like how my round fucked your pussy? Did it get you off the way my friend’s death got you off? Did that feel good?”

She angrily shoved the barrel of her glock into the dead woman’s pussy, wriggling it around a little and then thrusting it in and out. “Does death get you off, bitch? Hunh… does it? Then let me help you get off to THIS!”

The glock went off inside Revy’s pussy, the body of the dead assassin jerking in response. Diane pulled the wet barrel of her weapon out, angrily aiming it at her adversary to pump a few more into the deserving corpse. Then she balked, pulling the gun upward.

“Bitch,” she muttered disgustedly. “You’re not worth the waste of any more bullets!” Then she turned around and walked out of the shack without so much as looking back at the damage she’d inflicted upon its occupants

Outside the building Diane headed back to her Jeep, her anger slowly bleeding away. She got to her vehicle and crawled behind the wheel. Then she thought of poor Charlotte lying in that burning building, her body probably being charred by now from the fire.

There had been too much smoke; she hadn’t even been able to get her out for a decent burial! That’s when the tears welled up in her eyes. Diane slumped over the steering wheel as she quietly began to sob her grief…

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Snuff Club in Space 4 (14)

Posted on April 18, 2016 by riwa

(Author’s note: This was in response to a scifi writing contest at DFN. It was too long to be eligible but I had fun writing it.)

The alarm wakes me up and I sit up in bed naked under a heavy blanket, trying to shake off the effects of several hours of fucking in one of the sex rooms. But there’s no time to dawdle; I can’t try to snatch a few more minutes of sleep. I have to get cleaned up and report to work.

I take a quick sonic shower, get into my skimpy attendant’s outfit with the sheer red fabric over my crotch and then head out the door. I’m on my way to Bill’s quarters for his morning blowjob. After all, I have to satisfy the man who owns me for another week or so until my debt is paid in full and I become my own woman.

I’m on my way down the hall to his quarters when I see Tayla coming toward me. She smiles as she puts up a hand to stop me. “You’re too late, hun; I already took care of it.”

“Took care of what?”

“Bill’s blowjob.” Then she wipes a finger over her lips, wiping up a little cream I see clinging there before slurping it into her mouth.

“Bitch!” I blurt out angrily. “Stay away from him; he’s mine!”

That’s not true; actually I belong to him, not the other way around. He’s free to fuck or to get a bj from any woman he desires considering how high up he is in the club’s business hierarchy. But I can’t help being protective, especially since Tayla is so dangerously ambitious.

“Actually he’s fair game around here, hun,” she replies with a smirk. “Better get up earlier next time. Remember the old earth saying… ‘the early bird gets the worm’.” Then she happily heads off down the hall. I really want to wipe that smile off her face but I’ve got to get to work…

–

I show up in the main lounge, head over to my station and pick up a tray of drinks Max has waiting for me. There are two glass tubes on opposite ends of the circular bar to entertain the patrons. One is empty; the other is not.

I know the attendant who is in there right now. Poor Irene is naked as she drifts up and down in a tube completely filled with water. Her hand clutches around her throat as though she’s choking to death. Her eyes are wide in agony; it must be painful as hell.

She coughs up a big burst of bubbles as she starts beating on the inside of her cylinder with her fists. Then she goes into painful convulsions, her body spasming and jerking as her tits bounce up and down. Her hips reflexively thrust outward as though she’s lewdly fucking the water.

I notice a group of customers watching her performance, sitting at the bar and also in nearby circular booths. Some of them pump coins into slots in their tables. When they do Irene jerks and bubbles as though her cunt has been cruelly jolted. That’s when I see a distinctly colored fluid spew out of her pussy. Either she has orgasmed again or she’s just wet herself.

I look at Max for confirmation. He holds up two fingers, indicating she’s been in there for a couple of hours at least. The water is oxygenated so she can drown over and over again. But if they don’t pull her out before another six hours have passed her lungs will be permanently damaged and she’ll drown for real. I shudder at the unnerving sight.

I turn my back on her as I pick up my tray… “Thanks, Max.” Then I start moving around my section serving alcoholic beverages to whomever is thirsty. My territory extends from my side of the rounded bar into the casino where gambling machines chime and chirp. The Club’s motto: keep the patrons drunk and happy and they’ll keep pumping credits into the machines.

It isn’t long before my tray is empty. When I return to the bar I have a couple of specific drink orders to fill. Max nods as he goes and fills my order.

I try not to look at poor Irene and her flowing blonde hair. But her drowning sounds are such that I can’t help watching. Her nipples are hard, her pussy red and swollen. Every time she gets enough oxygen back into her lungs she “drowns all over again”, coughing up more bubbles.

It’s painful as hell; I ought to know. I’ve spent many an hour in there, suffering for the Club’s benefit just so Bill can make some extra money off my agony. Thank gawd he’s just about made back the entirety of what he spent to bring me into his employ.

My shift goes on; refill drinks, smile at the occasional pass a customer makes… try not to look at Irene. I’m glad the other tube is empty; it’s hard enough watching Irene in agony without seeing two at a time. But I suspect it won’t be empty for long. Around here it’s a woman’s suffering that brings in the dough.

I get a short break so I move away from my station to wander around a little. There are two more circular bars with a large common area for all of us. Two tubes each are attached to both circular stations just like the two attached to the bar I service.

In them I see naked women dancing and gyrating. They’re trying to tempt the customers into buying them for a stint in one of the sex rooms. That’s how they make most of their money; that is, after the Club skims its cut off the top.

When I check back in, Max has a tray of drinks prepared for one of the snuff rooms. I find out where I’m supposed to go and then depart with the tray without question. Around here it’s best not to ask… and best not to get queasy about taking a tray into one of those rooms. An attendant with a weak stomach doesn’t last too long around here; they get snuffed rather quickly if they can’t take it.

When I arrive I see they have some naked girl I don’t recognize lying flat on her back locked into a guillotine. She’s forced to look up at the blade above her; she appears to be terrified. She must have been brought in from off-station as I know most of the attendants working here. Some guy is between her legs fucking the shit out of her while three others egg him on.

She screams as the blade suddenly falls. The guy roars out a “Fuck; she’s really milking me!” as she jerks and shudders. But her head remains attached the whole time.

The virtual blade momentarily blocks her nerve receptors at the point of impact. But she’s really jerking around as that guy fucks her savagely. She’s probably cumming up a storm. But the poor thing is not allowed to feel it, just like any other woman who would have lost her head for real.

I’ve been in this room too, been underneath that blade many times before. But I smile politely, offering the men their refreshments. They eagerly remove their drinks from my tray; I can tell they’re thirsty. One of them looks at me admiringly.

The girl seems to snap out of her shock, whimpering pitifully as she pants like crazy. Then she looks up and sees the blade hanging above her head once more. She lets out a mournful wail as another man takes his place between her legs.

They will play this game over and over with her until they tire of her. Sometimes they let her go… but sometimes they choose to sever her head for real. The bastards often like to take home souvenirs of their experience here.

I head back to the bar with my empty tray, forced to take a path that takes me along the circular exterior walls of the Club. They’re made of glass so you can see outside… can see the other stations out in space with long tunnels connecting to ours. Then I see a naked body slowly drifting by. It makes me recoil in horror, reminding me where I am and how much I hate this place…

It’s attendant Jenna slowly passing by, her body a gruesome shade of grey as though every inch of her has been beaten with some sort of pipe or blunt object. She has a look of horror frozen on her face. It’s obvious she was alive when they ejected her out into the cold vacuum of space as I notice bits of frost in her crotch, on her skin and around her eyes. It must have been horrible.

I shiver as I hurry back to my section. Of all the deaths I’ve witnessed here I think I hate that one the most. It reminds me how cold it is out here in space. Even now I feel chilled despite management’s attempts to keep the place warm and comfortable for the customers. It must be psychological; I always feel a bit of a chill around here.

It’s back to the bar where Max refills my tray with a variety of drinks. When I glance over at Irene she chooses that particular moment to cry out in my direction, spasming and grunting. Then she starts coughing up bubbles as though she has started to drown all over again, her hips thrusting obscenely. But the drowning never really stops – never really pauses – until you are finally released either by death or by the action of the transporter.

I move around my section dispensing more drinks, noticing how some customers are really becoming inebriated. We have places for them to sleep it off so long as they still have credits to spend in here. It’s amazing how addicted some of them have become.

Another break and I swing by to check one of the other bars. A brown-skinned attendant named Zelda is dancing up a storm; that is, until she suddenly starts to shimmer and then vanishes from inside the tube. I check the time; her shift isn’t over yet. Obviously someone has transported her directly to a sex room for some fun. That means more credits for the Club; management will be happy.

I’m heading back to my section of the circular bar when Sherise walks by carrying the head of that girl I saw locked in that guillotine. So she didn’t make it after all and I’m not surprised. The look on her face says it all; it must have been horrible watching the blade come down for real to take her life like that.

I’m just walking away from the bar with a new load of drinks from Max when one of the men in that guillotine room comes up to me. He motions for me to follow him and I walk up to check the pager hanging on his belt. He has enough to afford me, although I’m not that expensive. Max is already calling another girl to take my tray as I set it down and then follow after my john.

It’s into a sex room for some Zero-G fucking. It’s a hell of an experience but I’ve learned to handle it, even though it can be a little unsettling. We bump against the walls now and then as he hammers my pussy had. But I make sure to give him a really good time. I don’t ask him about the girl they beheaded and he offers no information. It’s better that way as I really don’t want to know about it.

When we’re done I get dressed and then head back to my section. I’m walking up to the bar to pick up another tray of drinks when Sherise comes up to me. She tells me Bill wants to see me right away.

“Where is he, hun?”

“He said he’ll meet you in the transporter room.” That’s when I feel an icy claw grip my stomach.

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what he said, Karen.” There’s a look of sympathy in her eyes.

“Ok, hun. Watch my section?”

“You got it.” And with that I abandon Max and my tray of drinks.

At that moment I notice that bitch Tayla standing nearby. She runs the edge of her hand across her neck in a slashing motion as though she thinks I’m dead. She has a smug look on her face; it makes me wonder if she knows something I don’t.

I take one last look at Irene, poor girl. Her eyes are wide in horror. She convulses painfully, coughing up bubbles as those credits are continually pumped into the table slots to make her cunt jerk and thrust. I’ve seen this so many times before, but it still gives me the shivers… only this time it feels like a bad omen.

I can’t stop the ball of fear in the pit of my gut from growing as I head off to catch up with Bill. Why does he want to see me in the transporter room? There can only be one reason.

When the door opens I step inside, only to see him hooking up a noose inside an open tube. The whooshing door makes him turn in my direction. He looks grimly at me before instructing… “Out of your clothes and right in here, Karen.”

The knot tightens in my stomach as I start to get the shakes. “Do I have to?” I stammer nervously. I’ve been in here many times before; each one was a horrific combination of ecstasy mixed with agonizing breathlessness.

“This will be the last time, honey; I promise.”

“Bill, you said that last time!”

“This time I mean it, honey. Ride the noose tonight and I promise you’ll never have to ride it again. You’ll be free; your debt paid in full.”

“Do you mean that?” I ask dubiously.

“You’ll be your own person, Karen… an attendant with full privileges. You’ll have much more say over who you fuck as well as the shifts and locations you work. You won’t have to work the snuff-bar ever again if you don’t want to.”

“You said that last time too, Bill,” I snort derisively, “…and then you took it right back!”

“A small detail prevented me from setting you free last week. But tonight’s the night; you have my word. You just have to ride the noose one more time.” Then he gave me a warning look as he added, “Be grateful it’s not the drowning tube.”

I swallow hard as I remove my attendant’s outfit, folding everything up and leaving it in a neat pile on a nearby chair. Then I step up to the tube, the front section of glass swung open to accommodate me. He’s already got a small coil of rope in his hands to bind my wrists behind my back.

“Why this time?” I pant anxiously. Somehow I sense he’s not telling me the whole truth.

“Mr. Big from the mining colony is in our club tonight, Karen. He specifically asked to see you dance. You know how important his business is to us.”

I nod in resignation, knowing how important the man is and the workers he sends up here with their pockets full of credits. I’m not sure how much say Bill had in this decision to begin with. Then he cinches my arms tight behind my back as my pussy starts to drip from my fearful arousal.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” I breathe in a whisper.

Maybe I do and maybe I don’t; sometimes I’m not so sure. But I’m definitely certain of my feelings if I sense my life might be in danger. But does he love me back?

“Relax, Karen,” he says with a chuckle. “You’ve done this before and you love the orgasms. Besides, it’s only for an hour or two until Mr. Big is satisfied with your performance and moves on to someone else.”

He turns me around, once more admiring my full, heaving breasts and erect nipples. A sheen of perspiration has broken out all over my skin even though I still feel chilled from being out here in space. Now I’m starting to get the shakes like I always do whenever he makes me ride the damned thing.

I’ve always hated the noose despite the orgasms it gives me. But up ‘til now I’ve come out the other side of the experience none the worse for wear. I usually have erotic nightmares for a couple of sleep cycles until I settle down from the experience. I don’t know why, but I can’t help feeling this time is going to be different.

He pushes me backward into the tube where he carefully loops the coil around my neck, cinching the knot just behind my left ear. “Ride it like you mean it, Karen,” he tells me quietly, taking up the slack until I’m up on my toes. “Give him a good show and I promise it’ll be your last.” I inhale sharply, whimpering pitifully.

Bill’s already developed a bulge; the bastard loves seeing me ride the noose just as much as the next guy. Then he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the pussy module. It’s designed to jolt my cunt as the watching patrons pump credits into the mechanism for the tube I’ll be “dancing” inside.

“Really, Bill?” I whimper with fright. “Really?” He just smiles at me as he pushes it all the way in with his fingers, seating the damned thing deep in my cunt. Isn’t it enough to hang me without allowing the bastards to force those painfully erotic orgasms out of me??

The cums the pussy module triggers are horrific in their intensity, yet exquisitely sublime in the way they make the female body jerk around while dangling from a noose. I’ve ridden it numerous times myself, and I’ve seen girls do the “rope-ballet” many times before. I know exactly what I’m in for… know exactly what I’m going to look like to those horny bastards and their women when they start pumping their coins into my infernal contraption.

He kisses me on the lips, a long lingering kiss as I struggle to stay on my toes. I’m already wriggling and squirming with the module inside me. Then he slowly closes the glass door.

“Might as well enjoy yourself, Karen, since this will be your last time.” Then he walks over to the console. A few seconds later the light shimmers all around me as my molecules are disintegrated.

It’s a dizzying ride, always a little disorienting. Worse, when I rematerialize inside the bigger tube at the bar for noose-dancing I’m already hanging. Irene’s still drowning in the other one; now I’m inhabiting this one!

Several patrons have gathered at the bar and the little rounded tables near the tube I appear in. Obviously they’ve been expecting me to make an appearance. Almost immediately they start to clap as I dance for them.

My lungs are already heaving from lack of air as I kick and jerk and fight the coil. It’s designed to be painfully tight, just not tight enough to take my life. The filters pump extra oxygenated air into my tube, the ingenious cruelty of the contraption designed to keep a dancer alive for several hours. Permanent damage can and usually does occur if left inside too long. That’s why I can’t help wondering if this time my fate has been sealed.

It hurts so bad; gawd, I can barely get any air down into my lungs! I’ve ridden the damned thing so many times that my body has been conditioned to the process. I thrust my hips out, lewdly air-fucking in the direction of the viewing customers as I jerk and kick, struggling desperately to pull more air down my constricted windpipe.

I scan the patrons until I see Mr. Big right there sitting in a booth with the best view. He pumps some credits into a slot in the counter, causing my pussy module to come alive. That’s when I jerk and thrust like crazy as though someone is fucking me. I gasp and gurgle from the agony, cumming violently.

Perspiration flies off my body as I strangle in the noose; even then I’m still chilled to the bone. The Club is in a station in orbit outside of Mars, always on the dark side to simulate nighttime. More gambling happens that way if the customers don’t think it is daytime. More gambling and more sex means more money for the Club. It’s just the damned illumination shining out the windows allowing me to see things I don’t want to see… like Jenna’s grey naked body drifting in orbit on the other side of the glass.

My body is just starting to slow down when my pussy module becomes active again, causing me to kick and thrash about once more. Someone else has just pumped some credits into the slot to my tube. As a result I jerk around like one of the lewd, naked dancers in the tubes at the other bars.

It swells within me again until I try to scream out. My hips thrust outwardly as I show off my wet, pink pussy to the eyes of one and all. Then I’m cumming again, that horrific mixture of pain and pleasure.

My kicking settles down but I’m granted little respite. My lungs scream for air; I’m getting just enough to survive. I hang limp, my nipples painfully erect as my fluids trickle out of my pussy all the way down my legs to puddle onto the floor.

…and then some other bastard puts more credits into a slot, and I’m jerking and dancing and kicking and cumming all over again…

It’s impossible to keep track of time in here; minutes feel like hours. You think your heart’s going to explode out of your chest; half the time you want it to explode just so your suffering will come to an end. Then some heartless bastard wants to watch me kick up a storm and cum all over myself once more. That’s when the coins drop into some slot somewhere on some tabletop, and I’m dancing and orgasming all over again.

I try to look around for Bill but I don’t see him anywhere. All I see is Mr. Big and some of his men from the mining colony. Every now and then he drops more credits into the slot just to watch me dance like a marionette.

The orgasms aren’t bad, but they can’t hold a candle to the agony of hanging breathlessly. Each time Bill put me into this damned thing I was sure it was going to be the end of me. But each time I was beamed back to the transporter room where I recovered as though it hadn’t happened at all. I find myself hoping that will truly be the case tonight. I so much want to pay off my debt to him and become a free woman… free to make my own choices… free to take my own risks inside the Club.

I’ve been hanging quiet for several minutes when I see Tayla slide into the booth right next to Mr. Big. When she bends over I imagine she’s blowing him right there in the booth while I’m hanging for his perverse enjoyment. She pops back up to grin at me before bending back down to take him back into her mouth. I would gladly suck and fuck him myself if only he would decide enough is enough and would let Bill send me back.

As I hang there fully strangled I catch sight of a new girl in an attendant’s outfit serving drinks. I’ve never seen her before and she’s serving in my area. Seeing her working my section unnerves me.

Across the lounge at another circular bar I see a naked woman gyrating in her tube. My vision is blurring; I cannot see over there well enough to see who it is. I only wish we could switch places… but apparently that is not to be.

Tayla comes up off Mr. Big’s cock and I see fresh cum hanging from her lips. She wipes it off with a smile and then whispers something into his ear. He nods, at which time she gets up and leaves, motioning for many of the patrons observing my suffering to get up and follow her.

Where the hell is she going… and why is she taking them with her? No matter; is it all over now? Is my agony about to come to an end? Then that familiar shimmering effect starts to happen all around me. I sigh inwardly, relieved my suffering is finally coming to a halt.

When I rematerialize I hit the floor with a thump, having dropped a short distance. The noose is gone from around my neck and my hands are no longer tied behind my back. That is one effect of the transportation process; rope can be separated from flesh and diverted elsewhere.

But where the hell am I? I’m not back in the transport room! Then my vision starts to clear as I get to my feet and…

OHMYGAWD!!! I’VE BEEN TRANSPORTED TO ONE OF THE AIRLOCKS!!!

My breath catches in my throat as I rush to the glass door. Tayla is right there along with most of the patrons I recognize were watching my dance! She has this evil smile on her face.

“You bitch! What are you doing to me??”

“Mr. Big bought you for me in exchange for giving Bill three new girls,” she tells me, her words coming through the speaker up in the ceiling. “You’re mine now so I’m going to set you free, honey.” My eyes fly open in horror as I start hyperventilating.

“NO – YOU CAN’T! HE SAID I’D BE FREE TO BE MY OWN PERSON!”

“But you will be, Karen… out in space.”

“NO, TAYLA! GAWD; NO!” That’s when it hits me…

The bitch set this up… she set the whole thing up! And she knows my weakness…

“NO!” I beg, pounding on the glass to the other side of the airlock. “NOT LIKE THIS, TAYLA! GAWD; NOT LIKE THIS!” I’m freezing despite the warmth of the airlock, my naked body shivering with fright and from the psychological chill of being so close to the cold vacuum of space.

“I get Bill, bitch… and I get the last laugh.” Then her hand hovers over the controls.

I start screaming incoherently, my fists beating on the glass as though I can somehow break through to get to the safety of the interior of the club. My mind is frozen in absolute horror; I can’t think anymore. The only image in my mind is that of poor Jenna, ejected out into space hours ago while she was still alive.

Everyone looks at me with excitement in their features. After all, they want to see what happens when a living, breathing individual is ejected out into space. I just never expected to die this way!

I shriek in absolute terror, screaming over and over… “BILL, I LOVE YOU! DON’T LET HER DO THIS TO ME??!! BILLLLLLLLL!!”

…and then my voice is cut off forever as a hiss behind me indicates the glass behind my back is parting to let me out…

My expression of horror freezes upon my face as I’m hit with an unbelievable blast of cold. I inhale instinctively, only for my lungs to freeze. I try to make myself scream as my body compresses the air right out of my chest, blood vessels and major organs freezing instantly as my skin turns grey. Then I’m floating in orbit around the exterior of the Club with Jenna, floating so the patrons can look out and enjoy seeing my naked body through the glass…

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(Author’s note: This was in response to a scifi writing contest at DFN. It was too long to be eligible but I had fun writing it.)

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