The Saint Nick Strangler 4 4.1 (9)

Note: Last time I posted a consensual version before the changeover. So this is the non-consensual version I came up with back then that I never posted here until now.

Cassandra was looking forward to having her boyfriend Rory come over Christmas morning. His presents were under the tree and she was just getting ready to go to bed for the evening. But a strange noise in the living room got her attention.

She felt her heart racing as she peeked into the room. To her complete and utter shock a jolly old man with white hair, a white beard and a red fluffy suit turned to look at her. “Santa??” she gasped in surprise. “How did YOU get in here??”

“Do you really have to ask?” he answered with a quizzical smile.

“I guess not,” she replied a little sheepishly. “After all, you’re Santa.” At least she sure as hell HOPED he was Santa!

“I see you have some presents for your boyfriend Rory,” he told her, looking under the tree.

“That’s right,” she responded. Then she looked at him in shock. “How did you know he’s my boyfriend??!!”

“I’m Santa, little girl,” he responded with a smile. “I’m supposed to know these things! Besides,” he added with a sly grin. “I’m here to give him a special Christmas present and it involves you. Now please turn around for ol’ Saint Nick.”

Cassandra was more than a little confused. But she did as she was told without even thinking, especially since this was supposed to involve a present for her boyfriend from the jolly old elf himself! When he told her to bring her arms behind her back she did it without the least little hesitation.

“What’s this all about, Santa?” she wanted to know.

“Look over your right shoulder,” he instructed calmly as he bound her arms behind her back at her wrists. Cassandra turned to look…

…and then gasped in utter horror at the coarse hemp noose hanging in her living room!! It certainly hadn’t been there five minutes ago!!! How the hell had it appeared like that out of thin air???!!!

sns2“Santa??” she stammered nervously, her eyes wide in utter astonishment. “I d-don’t understand!! Wh-what’s happening??!!”

“I told you; it’s a present for your boyfriend,” he explained nonchalantly. “Now be a good girl and step up onto that stool please.”

“What stool?” she asked in confusion. When she looked at the floor she cried out with a start to see that one was now standing directly underneath the noose where one had not been mere moments ago!!!

“Up – up – up!” he urged, grabbing the noose as he pushed her forward. “It’s Christmas Eve; I have a busy night ahead of me! No time for dilly-dallying, you know.”

Cassandra whimpered as she numbly stepped up onto the stool in her heels. She couldn’t believe this was happening; surely she had to be dreaming right now!! If only she could wake up!!!

sns3“That’s a good girl,” Santa said as he steadied her upon the stool. Then he looped the coil over her neck. Cassandra inhaled sharply, unable to believe this was really happening to her on Christmas Eve!!

sns4“I think your boyfriend is really going to like this,” he told her as he snugged the knot tightly. “I’ve overheard him comment many times how naughty you’ve been and how he’d love for you to hang. He really wants you to suffer, you know.”

sns5“Santa, that can’t be true!” she blurted out in horror. “Not my RORY???!!! He doesn’t really want me to HANG, does he???!!!”

“With all his heart,” the jolly old elf responded with a chuckle. “He’s been a really good boy this year. Besides, Santa hasn’t witnessed a good hanging in a long, long time. So this is just as much a present for me as it is for him!”

He pulled on the rope once more, making sure it was nice and tight. Cassandra gawked and whimpered, thunderstruck this was happening to her. “I guess we’re all set,” he said, pulling on the rope once more. “We’ve got to get you hanging right away, little girl. Santa’s got a lot of homes to visit before the night is over.”

sns6“Now make sure you put on a good show for me,” he said as he bent over and grabbed onto the stool. “Santa is taking a digital video of this event to put on a flash drive so I can put it in Rory’s stocking. Let’s make it Rory’s best Christmas ever, shall we?”

sns7“Santa; NO!” she gasped in horror, her body trembling like crazy. She was terrified out of her mind, her panties damp from the fear and horrific arousal of the moment. What’s more, she was deathly afraid she was going to wet herself and stain the carpet directly beneath her!!

There was no more time for thoughts or words as she felt him jerk on the stool beneath her feet. She started to shriek while attempting to keep her feet on it. A moment later her breath was cut off as it was jerked away.

She was jerked up short, her full weight taken up by the lethal coil. Her black heels fluttered for the floor beneath her to no avail. Then her legs exploded in a series of frantic kicks as she started to swing and twist while jolly old Saint Nick stood off to one side to enjoy the show, smiling appreciatively.

Cassandra gawked and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. What’s more, she could hardly breathe at all! She fought harder, kicking and jerking in a vain attempt to get the noose to loosen from around her neck. But her actions just made it tighten all the more.

Her lungs heaved for breath, her heart hammering in her chest. If this was only a dream then why the hell was she in so much agony?? Instinctively she thrust her chest out as though that might help relieve her distress, causing her breasts to jut outward rather attractively in the sweater she was wearing.

It hurt like hell; oh, how it hurt! She tried to scream but her windpipe had been choked off, the noose constricting tightly around her throat. She grunted and gurgled as her feet scissored frantically, her body twisting and swaying this way and that.

Something was dreadfully wrong; she couldn’t feel her arms and legs anymore! Then she started bucking and shuddering as she was overcome with an unexpected orgasm that washed warmly through her body. It was a cum so intense that it shamed her the way she was experiencing it right in front of ol’ Saint Nick! To add insult to injury she felt her bladder give way a few seconds later, warm urine trickling down her nyloned legs.

Cassandra felt her internal organs dying as more of her body became numb. She wasn’t struggling as much now, although stray muscles were spasming and twitching. The last thing she saw was Santa’s smiling face, his faraway voice telling her Merry Christmas and that her air-dance on video would be the best present her boyfriend was going to receive this year. Then she was aware of nothing at all, her consciousness spinning away into oblivion as the pain faded away.

Santa smiled at the sound of the death rattle emanating from the young woman’s throat. He twisted her lifeless body this way and that, examining her closely while making sure the camera he had taking video could view her from every angle. Stray muscles twitched here and there, but there was no longer a heartbeat.

He thanked her one last time for the special present her hanging had provided for him. Then he left her there for her boyfriend Rory to find the next morning. He wondered if the young man would use her body or not, but that was none of his concern. He had many others to visit, and this was to be a very busy night. At least the memory of her wonderful hanging would see him through the rest of the evening…

© 2013; 2015 (written for Rory M. Dec 20 ’13; ed. Dec 17 ‘15 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Emma’s Night Before Christmas 3.5 (4)

Twas the night before Christmas; one task to perform
before Emma could finally go in and get warm.
The boxes were stacked in a corner with care;
an ominous warning her foe would be there.
Other than that there was nothing to find,
but the PI deduced there was evil in mind.
‘Time to get out and report what I know!’
the woman surmised as she started to go.
When out in the back she heard sounds of a car
and a short moment later the door was ajar.
“I’ll be caught!” she cried out and she started to run
when in through the door burst a bitch with a gun.
“Freeze!” a voice said and she stalled in her tracks,
afraid she’d be shot down right there in the back.
She heard a voice say, “My-my; what have we here?
It’s that private dick Emma – a pleasure, my dear!”
The voice was familiar as she turned around…
twas Amy the smuggler from outside of town.
Her grin was malicious, her deeds so well known
that the PI named Emma let out a small groan.
“You have become such a thorn in my side
that I think it is time I take you for a ride!”
“You’ll not get away with this!” Emma said loudly.
“I already have,” Amy retorted proudly.
Out to the car and then into the trunk
where she rolled all around with the rest of the junk;
Emma despaired that she might not survive.
There had to be some way of staying alive.
The car ride was lengthy and much too unpleasant,
making her wish she’d stayed home with her presents.
They came to a halt and the trunk opened wide.
Then Emma at gunpoint emerged from inside.
“Walk to the door,” her foe waved with the gun,
and Emma was sure her PI-ing was done.
She was tied to a chair clear inside in the back.
Then Amy reached into the depths of a sack.
“Know what this is?” her foe said with a grin.
One look confirmed it would make a great din.
“An explosive device!” Emma quivered with dread.
She knew that this cruel bitch wanted her dead!
‘This sure will do it!’ she thought with a quiver.
‘There’ll be nothing left – maybe pieces of liver!’
“You’ll not get away with this!” Emma cried out
but the woman ignored her while looking about.
“I’ll just set the timer, then be on my way.
Sorry that I cannot stay here and play!”
Amy laughed cruelly, tossing her hair
before setting the bomb underneath Emma’s chair.
She spoke not a word, but kept on with her work
’til the timer was set. Then she rose with a jerk.
“Now I must be going,” she said to her foe,
“But allow me this one little treat ‘fore I go.”
Then kissing the helpless PI on her lips
the woman stood up with her hands on her hips.
Emma heard her exclaim as she walked out of sight,
“Have a blast, my dear Emma! I bid you good-night!”Emma's Nightmare before Christmas© 2008 (written Dec 24 ’08 by riwa)

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The Saint Nick Strangler 3 4.4 (16)

(edited and reposted)

Emma crept downstairs in her underwear, her clothes in hand. She had just left her latest conquest sleeping up in bed after a couple hours of fucking on Christmas Eve. What really thrilled her was when his girlfriend had called right in the middle of their lovemaking!

It had amused her to watch him pick up the cell phone and then scramble to cover his tracks. He had come up with some excuse why he hadn’t shown up and had promised to be at her place bright and early Christmas morning. Then he had turned back toward Emma with a smile on his face asking, “Now where were we?”

Now she was sneaking down the stairs, flush from a couple of naughty orgasms. And knowing she had fucked another bitch’s man had gotten her more than a little excited! If his girlfriend so much as got a whiff of her involvement this evening she would probably be road kill! What that woman might do to her if she ever caught her gave Emma delicious tingles.

She paused at the tree to examine some of the gifts lying underneath. One was to his girlfriend and she just HAD to know what was in the box! Emma carefully unwrapped it, only to discover a pair of slippers protected by a plastic bag.

“Slippers?” she snorted. “That cheap bastard!”

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

Emma whirled, her heart instantly in her throat. A jolly old, white-haired man in a bright red suit stood there scowling at her.

“Santa??!!” she gasped in utter disbelief. “Where the hell did YOU come from??”

“The North Pole, little girl; where else?” he said, looking at her as though staring right through her. “You’re not supposed to be here, Emma.”

“I can be anywhere I – HEY!” she blurted out in astonishment. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m supposed to know these things,” he told her calmly. “And I know for a fact you’ve been very naughty this year.”

Emma tried to stifle a giggle and couldn’t. “So what?” she responded defiantly. “I’m all grown up! I can do anything I want to!”

“I don’t think Angela would appreciate finding out you were here on Christmas Eve making love to her man.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t – how did YOU know??!!” she blurted out in shock.

“I told you; I’m SUPPOSED to know these things!” Then he gave her an ominous glare. “It just so happens that Angela’s home is coming up on my route. I wonder what she would do if I were to tell her you were here with her boyfriend tonight.”

Emma froze in her tracks… “Santa, you WOULDN’T!”

“I think she would be quite angry; wouldn’t you agree?”

“Santa, you really don’t have to tell her, do you?”

“I’m Santa, little girl. I don’t lie to people.”

“Santa, please don’t tell her!” Emma pleaded. “I’ll be good; I promise.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” he asked skeptically. “After all, this is coming from the girl who was caught in the closet with another girl’s boyfriend at the Christmas party a few nights ago!”

Emma couldn’t help giggling… that is, until Santa turned toward the chimney. “I think Angela needs to know,” he decided.

“No; WAIT!” Emma blurted out as she dropped her clothes and rushed toward him. Then she began rubbing his crotch. She could feel it right there and she smiled and rubbed it a little more, feeling it starting to stir…

“Santa, I could make it worth your while.”

He didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking at her in her underwear as she knelt in front of him. She found the waistband to his bottoms and pulled it down, revealing a nice, juicy cock.

“I’m sure it’s been a long, tiring night, Santa,” she purred at him. “You deserve a little something for all your hard work, don’t you think?”

She took him into her mouth, wondering if she was sucking for her very life. If that bitch ever found out she’d been here tonight there’d be no telling what she might do to her! She might actually have to quit her job and skip town!!

He hardened right up as she gave him her utmost attention, cupping his balls while moaning hungrily. “You really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. But he was moaning a little… moaning and thrusting. Emma figured a nice blowjob just might make him forget he ever saw her here!

It wasn’t long until she felt his cock start to swell. She caressed his balls even more, coaxing him to let her have it all. A moment later he grunted as he thrust hard into her mouth.

It was more than she expected; Emma couldn’t quite swallow it all. Some of it trickled down her lips as she gobbled what she could. Then she wiped it off her lips with a finger before sticking the digit into her mouth and licking it clean.

“Are we good now, Santa?” Emma asked coyly, giving him a mischievous little smile. He just looked down at her as he pulled his bottoms back up.

“You know, you really are a naughty girl, Emma,” he told her. “Do you know how many requests I’ve gotten about you? Do you know how many times I’ve had to decline such evil desires on the part of so many women wanting you dead?”

“Santa, I can’t help it if their men are attracted to me,” she giggled. “If those bitches would just get on their knees like I do then they wouldn’t have to worry about little ol’ me!”

His face clouded over; her cavalier attitude had finally gotten to him. “Sit down, Emma,” he told her, pointing at a chair with wooden armrests.

“Santa, I really need to be going…”

“I said ‘SIT’!”

“Yes, sir!” she responded meekly, quickly sitting down in the chair he’d pointed out.

The jolly old elf reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of large, unusual looking candy canes. Then he pointed them right at her. Red, white and green bunting suddenly flew out of both of them, magically wrapping around Emma’s arms until she was firmly secured to the chair!

She was shocked and she started to struggle, looking for all the world like she had just been secured to the armrests with limp candy canes!! “HEY!” she blurted out. “You can’t do this to me – mmmph!”

More bunting flew out of one of the canes, this time wrapping around her face and covering her mouth so that she couldn’t speak. Then he pointed the candy canes at her legs. Bunting flew out until her legs were quickly secured to the legs of the chair.

Emma let out a muffled grunt of indignation as Santa looked curiously at her. Then he sighed heavily. “I really do think I should handle all those old requests, Emma,” he said sadly. “After all; you’ve been a VERY naughty girl who shows absolutely NO inclination whatsoever of mending her ways!”

Emma shook her head, her eyes flashing indignantly. That’s when Santa reached down and picked up the plastic bag the slippers had come in. With a deft flick of his wrist he walked over and then pulled it down over her head.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror and she started shaking her head, frantically muffling, “SANTA; NO!!! DON’T DO IT!” Then he took some bunting and wrapped it tightly around her neck. Emma’s eyes grew big as saucers as the bag started to inflate and then deflate with each breath she took through her nose.

“I’ll leave a little note for Angela in her stocking,” he said with a sad little smile. “I think she’ll enjoy coming over first thing in the morning and finding you right here in this chair. It will be a nice little Christmas present for her and for all the other women whose boyfriend’s you’ve made out with! It seems that sucking too much cock has led to your downfall, little girl.”

Emma cried out in horror, her head shaking back and forth. The bag inflated and deflated more and more as she tried to breathe. She wriggled and squirmed in the chair, her panties becoming damp from her peril as she tried to break free.

“There’s one small consolation for you, Emma,” he told her with a sad little smile. “At least you’ll have one last orgasm before you stop breathing.”

Emma violently shook her head back and forth, the bag rapidly inflating and deflating. Then she stiffened as her eyes started to roll. She shuddered hard in orgasm as the interior of the bag began to fog up.

She got all dizzy and lightheaded as she struggled to breathe. But the bag would not inflate anymore; she was trying to suck it in through her nose! She shuddered hard as she tried to inhale. Then her head lolled forward as her eyes glazed over.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he sighed. Then he looked down at himself as though contemplating the handiwork of her last act. “I can see why the guys liked that mouth of yours, Emma. But a lot of women will be happy now that you’re gone.” Then he walked over to the chimney. Laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

Emma sat slumped in the chair, candy cane bunting wrapped tightly around her arms and legs. The plastic bag over her head had fogged over. But there were some words written on it that were clearly legible to the naked eye…

SUFFOCATION DANGER

KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN

© 2013 (written for Emma Dec 17 ’13 by riwa)

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Janet’s Research Journal Entry 4.4 (34)

Research Journal Entry DR2-20ftJeJaBr052411

This is a private journal entry written for Doctor Frederick Crocker. The purpose of this entry is to record my experiences and observations during the testing of the T-serum misting of the lungs under drowning conditions at 20 feet during adverse circumstances. I was subjected to forced stimulation, and experienced sexual climax several times during the process of taking water into the lungs and drowning. What follows are my thoughts and observations, starting with the witnessing of a similar experiment conducted upon one Brianna M Blackswell.

Doctor Crocker had been experimenting with the T-serum mist upon his subjects over the course of several weeks. His lab assistant Riwa Sharperson was often present with the subjects, and was frequently permitted a certain intimacy with them. But for this particular experiment Doctor Crocker desired to be at the controls in person.

For the first test I was allowed to assist Jenna Nichols in escorting Brianna to her position in the tank. Jenna and I wore the laboratory’s specially designed white, form-fitting one-piece swimsuits that were cut well up the thighs and revealed a lot of cleavage. For the purposes of the experiment Miss Blackswell was required to be nude.

All three of us were equipped with full face masks and surface hoses. We all wore weight belts as we descended the steps into the tank. We walked down to the landing in six feet of water where the platform with the orgasm sled awaited us. Then we proceeded to prepare Miss Blackswell.

She knelt and then straddled the orgasm sled where she sat upon a thick metal post that served as both sensor as well as stimulation device. We were required to strap her legs to the side of the sled for the purposes of keeping her securely in position. Then we were requited to secure her arms straight down to the orgasm sled as well so she would not accidentally free herself in the middle of the experiment.

Securing her was a necessary precaution according to Doctor Crocker. Even with the weight belt, there was the distinct possibility of her thrashing around upon the sled, working herself off and possibly even losing the weight belt and drifting upward. If that were to happen, the results of the experiment would become greatly compromised.

Jenna and Brianna talked to each other the whole time during the securing process, often tossing sexual innuendos at each other. Miss Nichols and Miss Blackswell are well known among the staff to be intimate with each other. Jenna even communicated how jealous she was of the great sexual ride her friend was about to embark upon.

Brianna finally confirmed to us that the post was fully inside her vagina. She said it felt good inside her and that she believed she was going to receive great orgasms while she was drowning. Even her clitoris was pressed against a projection coming out of the orgasm sled that would buzz and vibrate her once the sled was activated. When confronted with her friend’s jealousy, she simply grinned as she replied, “Eat your hearts out, girls!”

We finished securing the subject, whereupon Doctor Crocker’s voice came through all our facemasks asking Brianna if she was all right. She indicated that she was already horny and was rather looking forward to the experience. Jenna and I then stepped off the platform where we headed back up the steps and out of the tank as the platform took the orgasm sled down into deeper water with Miss Blackswell secured to it until she was at a depth of ten feet.

After shedding our weights and face masks Jenna and I were permitted to observe the proceedings and to remain on standby until it was time to go back down and retrieve Brianna. So we walked over to a window with a good view. Assistant Barbara Johansen, an attractive Swede from Stockholm, was tasked with assisting Doctor Crocker throughout the experiment. Both had microphones in front of them and were able to communicate freely with Miss Blackwell through her full face mask. We were all granted access by speakers to the words she uttered as well as any sounds she might make throughout the test.

“I’m turning the sled on now, Brianna,” Doctor Crocker told the subject. “Injecting T-serum mist now,” Miss Johansen added. Jenna and I stiffened with excitement as we watched the proceedings.

“Now don’t get too excited watching me up there, ok doc?” was Miss Blackswell’s playful reply. Jenna looked at me and made the comment how this was going to be so much fun to watch.

The orgasm sled was activated and Miss Blackswell soon began to whimper and moan. “I bet you wish you were down here in my place, Jenna!” she gasped. “This feels so fucking good! The first one is going to hit any moment now!”

“Subject’s vagina is clenching around the probe,” Miss Johansen told the doctor with a smile. “She is inhaling the mist, and she is responding well to the stimulation.” The doctor nodded in reply, but Jenna leaned close to me and giggled as she told me they sure didn’t have to worry about her friend failing to respond to any stimuli.

We could all hear Brianna’s voice through her face mask as she gasped and moaned. “Oh fuck, doc!” she kept blurting out. “Oh fuck – oh fuck – oh fuck!” I could tell she was writhing against the probe in her vagina in response to the stimulation. It was actually making me quite wet just watching her squirm while listening to her sexual cries of arousal and ecstasy down there in the tank.

“Oh fuck, doc; it’s here!” she suddenly proclaimed. Then with an extremely loud “OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” her body became quite animated impaled on that probe. Jenna and I looked at each other nervously, but the good doctor reassured us we had secured her properly and that all the readings were normal.

“Fuck; that was a good one!” Miss Blackswell finally gasped into her full facemask. “I’ll bet you loved watching that too, eh doc? And I’ll bet you are jealous as hell up there watching me; eh Jenna?”

“Slut!” was all Miss Nichols answered in playful reply. Barbara gave Jenna an amused glance before turning back to her board of instruments and monitors.

Doctor Crocker spoke into the microphone and said, “I’m going to take you through a couple more before we flood your facemask; ok, Brianna?”

“Anything you say, doc!” She was definitely most eager to continue with the test.

“Lucky bitch!” I heard Jenna mutter under her breath as she stood right next to me. I had to agree. I, too, was jealous of Miss Blackswell being on the receiving end of all those orgasms.

Doctor Crocker soon increased the power to the sled. Miss Blackswell huffed and puffed and writhed and groaned even more as her body really began wriggling and squirming. It was terribly arousing to watch. I’m glad my swimsuit was still a little damp from our time in the water as I was hoping it would hide all the familiar signs of my arousal down between my legs.

“Oh fuck; here it comes again!” Miss Blackswell’s voice blurted out through her facemask. “Oh fuck, doc – oh fuck – I WANNA FUCK YOU!!” Then she was writhing and wriggling and crying out in orgasmic joy. Jenna and I looked over to see the doctor’s reaction to Brianna’s words. But he remained professional the whole time other than the faintest flicker of a smile at the edge of his lips.

“Subject’s vagina still clenching the probe, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed in a clinical voice. He nodded as he turned the controls up. “More power coming, Brianna,” he said into the microphone near his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Jenna!” her friend in the tank gasped deliriously. “You should feel… feel this… ohmygawd; this feels incredible!” Even though we had secured her properly I think Miss Nichols and I were still afraid she might somehow break free of her straps the way she was squirming so much.

“Oh fuck, doc… fuck it’s coming again… I CAN’T… CAN’T STOP… FUCK, I’M CUMMMMING!!” Then she was writhing like crazy as she screamed in orgasm.

“Heartrate has reached test levels, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed calmly. That’s when he released the oxygenated water down Miss Blackwell’s hose toward her face mask.

“Better hold your breath, baby, ‘cause here it comes!” Jenna cried out gleefully. Then she mockingly bulged her cheeks to suggest her friend might be wise in doing the same.

I was enthralled by the whole process, unable to keep from squirming as I observed the water flowing down Miss Blackswell’s clear air hose. She was riding that sled like a woman possessed, frantically fucking that probe as though she desperately wanted it to cum inside her. “Here comes the water, Miss Blackswell,” Barbara spoke into her microphone near her lips.

We all heard Brianna start to gurgle… “Doc, I… wait, I…” Then her facemask was full, the water backing up in her air hose.

She suddenly had a look of fear in her eyes, but that was to be expected. Miss Blackswell and Miss Nichols had gone through the experience of being drowned several times before. But each time there was still that element of fear involved. Perhaps that is what made the experience all the more exciting for them both in the way they had described it to me so many times before. And more and more I found myself wanting to have the same experience at least once.

“Still clenching,” Miss Johansen observed as she studied her readouts. Then Brianna started shaking her head. We all heard her muffled, gurgly words over the speakers… “DOC, I CAN’T HOLD… OH FUCK, THE SLED… SHIT; I’M CUMMING!!” Then she grunted and gurgled as she really began riding that probe, almost as though she was bouncing up and down on it.

“She can’t hold it much longer,” Jenna gasped breathlessly. “You just can’t hold your breath when you’re cumming like that!” Then I looked over to see she was shamelessly rubbing her crotch.

I was extremely turned on, but I didn’t want to be so sexually obvious in front of her. I never wanted either girl to misinterpret any of my actions while working for the good doctor as I was not into lesbian relationships. But it was too arousing to just stand there and do nothing. I just had to relieve myself.

I reached down and rubbed myself while glancing over at the doctor. His lab coat easily obscured any woodie he might have been sporting. But even his assistant Barbara was not wholly unaffected as she was panting heavily for breath while watching her instruments.

We all heard a bubbly “FUCK NO!” as Miss Blackswell bubbled and gurgled. There was a visible explosion of expelled breath in her flooded facemask. Then she was grunting and gurgling and bubbling as she started to drown.

“FUCK!” Jenna gasped as she winced and shuddered beside me, her hand furiously rubbing her crotch. I found myself all out of breath as Miss Blackswell thrashed about all secured to the orgasm sled. “Vagina is clenching probe even harder, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed. Now the good doctor was panting heavily as well, his eyes appearing to glaze over a little.

Brianna appeared to be in agony as we all heard gurgly sounds come out of the speaker. She jerked and convulsed from each inhalation of water into her lungs. Then there was another bubbly cry followed by another explosion of breath.

“Fuck; she’s cumming again!” Jenna breathed next to me in pure rapture as she savagely rubbed herself. I stood there watching breathlessly as I rubbed myself as well, thoroughly hypnotized by the spectacle.

“Readings, Barb?” the doctor called out.

“Green across the board, doctor. Lungs are filling with water at expected levels. The orgasms are serving as the stress factors for a very frantic, agonizing drowning.”

“Very good, Barb.”

Brianna seemed to calm down a little, her mouth gaping open as her eyes stared outward in shock. “Popping face mask now,” Barb intoned. The magnetic connections came apart and her face mask was suddenly pulled upward out of the tank, leaving Miss Blackswell without any further air supply in her underwater environment.

“Barb?” the doctor asked.

“Vagina still clenching, doctor.”

“Wow, she’s really fucking it, isn’t she!” Jenna gasped in awe while panting heavily to get her breath back from the orgasm she had just endured. All I could so was stare with wonder, amazed she was still fucking that probe with all that water in her lungs.

Brianna suddenly grunted as she started wriggling and squirming like crazy. This time I detected a sudden color change in the area immediately in front of her crotch. “Oh fuck; she just SQUIRTED!” Jenna gasped in amazement. “The slut actually squirted!”

“One more and we’ll conclude the test,” Doctor Crocker said to no one in particular. Then he cranked up the controls to the orgasm sled.

Brianna suddenly jerked as though she could feel it inside her. Then she was grunting and coughing up water along with a few stray bubbles as she fucked that probe for all she was worth. That’s when I soaked myself as I climaxed so very hard. Next to me Jenna was utterly astonished…

“Oh fuck, she’s really… she’s drowned and yet she’s still fucking that probe!”

“She’s still clenching the probe with her vagina, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed. “Oh my goodness, I think she’s having another climax!” That’s when Miss Blackswell shuddered hard, her eyes rolling up into her head. Then she became absolutely still as she sat fully impaled on that probe up her pussy.

“Girls!” Doctor Crocker demanded. Jenna and I shook ourselves out of our aroused reverie and scurried over to the edge of the tank.

We dove in head first – pretty impressive dives if I do say so myself. Then we swam down toward Miss Blackswell who was not moving at all while fully impaled upon the sled. She was just sitting there with a vacant expression in her eyes, her mouth gaping open as the platform slowly brought her back up to the six foot level.

I freed the straps to the right side of her body while Jenna freed the left. We popped the quick release to her weight belt and then swam her limp body up to the surface, the two of us blowing bubbles out of our noses. When we got her to the edge of the pool there were paramedics from the infirmary already waiting with a gurney and the machine to remove the fluid out of her lungs. Within moments they had her on the gurney and were rushing her away.

Doctor Crocker sighed as he shut down his instruments. “Well?” he asked Miss Johansen.

“I think it went rather well, doctor,” the curvaceous Swede replied with a smile. “She was obviously conscious and clenching the whole time, especially after she settled into the experience of water in her lungs.”

“Is she ok?” I asked nervously. “What happened, doctor?”

“Sensory overload, Miss Wamsley,” he replied. “…not from the drowning or the water in her lungs, but from the orgasms she kept on experiencing.”

“Wow!” Jenna gasped admiringly. “I can’t WAIT for my turn!”

“In due time, Miss Nichols; in due time,” the doctor told her with a smile. “In the meantime your services are no longer required, ladies. I appreciate your help. You two may go now. Thanks for all your assistance.”

“Anytime, doctor,” I told him. I was actually feeling pretty good from the orgasm I’d experienced while watching Brianna in the tank. But now I needed to go get myself all cleaned up.

I followed Jenna to the showers, still feeling a little breathless from what we had just witnessed. She still seemed to be in awe of the whole experience. “You think I’m going to cum like that 20 feet down when it’s my turn, Janet?” she asked excitedly. “Fuck; I sure hope so!”

What I didn’t tell her was that I was having serious thoughts about asking the good doctor of I could take her place and volunteer to drown for him at the experiment’s required 20 foot level while riding the orgasm sled. It just looked too damned erotic to miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like that…

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Watching Brianna Blackswell ride that orgasm sled while drowning had a profound effect on me. No matter how hard I tried I simply could not banish those erotic images out of my mind. So I did something I probably should not have done: I went to see her that evening in the infirmary.

She was doing quite well considering her lungs had been deliberately flooded, even though they had been flooded with oxygenated water while under the effects of the T-serum mist. She still had the mask over her mouth and nose to pull all the moisture out of her lungs. She was alone when I arrived, and she smiled when she saw me.

“Janet, so good of you to come check on me! But I’m doing great; really I am! Doc says he wants to keep me in here another day just to be sure, although I think my lungs are pretty much clear now.” Then she wrinkled her face unhappily as she added, “I guess that means I’m going to miss the show with Jenna tomorrow.”

I smiled at her before fumbling for the questions I wanted to ask. But I couldn’t make the words come out. She gave me a quizzical look before smiling knowingly at me.

“You want to know what it was like, don’t you,” she said to me, anticipating what I was going to ask. “I can see it in your eyes.” I blushed before nodding my head.

“Janet, it was incredible! The orgasms I had were more intense than any orgasms I’ve ever had before! No wonder Jenna can’t wait for her turn in the tank!”

I smiled shyly at her. Then I asked, “What was it like… to drown, I mean?”

“Well it was scary at first,” she told me hesitantly. “It’s always scary when you can’t hold your breath and you know your lungs are about to give out. Then I started sucking water. I remember thrashing about in panic, but you’ve seen me do that plenty of times before during all those other tests. But that just made the orgasms all the more intense.” Then she smiled knowingly at me again as she added, “But you know me, Janet! I’m in it for the orgasms!”

“What was it like after you, uh…?”

“After I ‘drowned’? I was conscious, of course; you always remain conscious. But it’s like it was so damned hard to take a breath! What’s more, I just couldn’t stop fucking those probes! For some reason I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming until I, well… I guess I just blacked out from the intensity of all those orgasms.”

“It really wrung me out, Janet!” she went on. “I think I slept for six hours straight! Even now I still kinda feel like I’m fucking those posts! And the dreams I’ve had have been incredible; I keep cumming in my sleep! Now you know why I volunteered!”

I looked at her and nodded, but she must have seen something in my expression. Then she got quiet as that same knowing smile blossomed all over her face. “You’re going to go see Dr. Crocker to volunteer for the 20 foot test, aren’t you!”

“What makes you say that?” I gulped nervously.

“Janet, you can’t hide it from me! It’s written all over your face! Good luck trying to take Jenna’s place!”

“I, uh… I’m glad you’re ok, Bree. I, uh… I think I’ll be going now.”

“Damn! You’re going to go ask doc right now, aren’t you! And he’s going to keep me in here another 24 hours! You’re going to ride the orgasm sled tomorrow and I’m going to miss it! It’s not fair!”

“I’m glad you’re doing fine, Bree. See you later.” Then I made a hasty exit. But the words she hurled at me as I headed out the door filled me with dismay…

“Good luck trying to take Jenna’s place tomorrow!”

I tracked the good doctor down in one of the labs where he was going over some data. “Got a minute, Doc?” I asked carefully.

“Anything for you, Janet. What can I do for you?”

“I was thinking about that test at 20 feet tomorrow and I…”

“Of course you can help secure Jenna in the orgasm sled. I’ve got a new girl named Diane Seangel who’ll be assisting you. I knew you would want to be involved so I’ve already set it up.”

“No, Doc,” I said, gulping down the lump in my throat. “That’s not it. It’s just that I, uh…”

“You what, Janet?” I decided I’d better hurry up and spit it out before I talked myself right out of it.

“Doc, I want to be the one riding the orgasm sled tomorrow.” He didn’t even hesitate…

“Nothing doing, Janet. I promised Skip I wouldn’t put you at risk in any of my experiments.” He was right of course, but I was suddenly filled with a burst of that Wamsley stubbornness. I amazed even myself!

“I’m serious, Doc; I really want to ride the orgasm sled tomorrow!”

“I know you’re serious, Janet. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to go against Skip’s instructions concerning your participation. After all, I gave him my word!”

“Doc, I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me and I’ve never once complained. It’s been a pleasure being here watching your experiments and helping you out whenever I can. And I’ve never once asked you for any favors, have I?”

“No, Janet; you haven’t.” That’s when I played my lone trump card…

“Do you remember what you said to me after that one test several weeks ago when I jumped right in and helped out during that emergency… and how you were so impressed with the way I just dove right in and did what I could? Do you remember what you said to me?” That’s when his face fell…

“Janet, don’t do this to me…”

“You said if there was anything you could do for me, don’t hesitate to ask… that’s what you said, right?”

“Janet, there’s a certain element of risk to these experiments, and I’m keeping my promise to Skip…”

“Anything you could do for me, isn’t that right?”

“Damnit, Janet; you KNOW what I meant by that…”

“And you know how much I love orgasms and holding my breath and cumming underwater, right?”

“Yes, Janet but…”

“You need volunteers… and you need them for the orgasm sled, right?”

“But I’ve already promised Jenna the 20 foot test…”

“I haven’t asked anything for myself while I’ve been here the whole time. But you said ‘anything you could do for me’, Doc… and this is something you can do for me!”

“Janet I don’t think you truly understand the risks of what you’re asking me to allow you to participate in.”

“Doc, I know the risks! I really want to do this!”

“Have you been talking to Brianna in the infirmary?”

“What difference does it make?”

“Did she talk you into this?”

“No, Doc. I just asked her about what she went through is all.”

“Janet, I promised Skip…”

“I know you did, Doc. But I really want to volunteer for this! I’m sure Jenna will be disappointed. But I also know you are working on other drowning tests she can volunteer for later on, am I right?”

“Well… yes…”

“And you need the data from 20 feet, right?”

“Janet, you’re putting me in an awful spot here.”

“Doc, all I’m doing is asking. I’m trying not to beg… but I’ll get on my knees if that will make a difference.” At that point I probably would have sucked him off just to get my way!

As if to show him I meant it I actually started to get down on my knees before he grabbed me and lifted me back up. “That isn’t necessary, Janet,” he told me. Then he smiled at me.

“Here’s the deal, Miss Wamsley. You go to your room and sleep on it tonight. If you wake up tomorrow and you’re still this determined then I’ll see what I can do.”

“That’s all I ask, Doc.” Then I kissed him on the cheek. With renewed hope I went off to my room, hoping I would finally get to experience just once what all of Doctor Crocker’s other volunteers had been experiencing all these many weeks, especially all those juicy drowning orgasms…

I had a hard time sleeping that night. When I wasn’t tossing and turning I was having wet dreams… VERY wet dreams! The wettest one was when I dreamed Jenna and Brianna were holding me down in the pool until I drowned… and I squirted so hard I soaked the sheets!

The next morning I woke up and showered thoroughly. I did everything I thought was necessary to prepare for the big test. Then I went off and reported to the tank.

Jenna, Diane and Barbara were all there of course. But right away I could tell Jenna wasn’t very happy. She was simply unable to hide the disappointment in her features.

“Well, Miss Wamsley?” the doc asked the moment I showed up. I was still afraid he was going to say no. So right then and there I started stripping out of my white one-piece right in front of everyone. I was so determined to go through with this that I was willing to strip naked in front of everybody!

“Damn!” I heard Jenna mutter unhappily. I shrugged my shoulders and then gave her sort of a “sorry about that” look. That’s when she smiled at me.

“I FINALLY get to see Janet Wamsley drown!” she said with a certain amount of enthusiasm. “This is going to be so fucking GOOD!” That gave me such an erotic shudder that my pussy got all wet right then and there.

“Ok, girls,” Doc told them. “Let’s get ready!” That’s when we all went over and started putting on the full face masks.

When we had the weight belts and were ready to go, the girls escorted me down the steps into the tank. You have no idea how excited I was. I was also frightened out of my wits, but I wasn’t about to tell that to anyone!

“Make sure she’s fully secured to that sled, girls!” Doc’s voice said over our headsets. “She’s never had the T-serum mist before and I want all this data! So let’s not screw this up, ok?” Maybe he was being extra careful… or maybe he was simply trying to scare me into chickening out before the test truly started.

“Strap her down tight, Diane!” Jenna advised, her voice coming through her full face mask loud and clear as she helped me over to the platform with the sled. “It’s going to be a pleasure watching THIS one drown!” Her eagerness gave me another set of shivers, making me even more scared and aroused!

“I’ll bet these are going to feel really good inside you,” she told me with a sly grin, motioning at the probes as I knelt over the sled. Then I started to impale myself on them. I gasped as both posts pushed into my holes. I had to relax my sphincter a little to get the one in my ass. But it actually felt kinda good!

“Are you SURE you don’t wanna change your mind, Janet?” Jenna chuckled at me.

“No way!” I declared, trying to sound a lot more enthusiastic than I felt. “I’m really going through with this!” I was fully aware the good doctor could change his mind and have me hauled back up at any moment… and I didn’t want that to happen!

I finally ended up fully impaled, no thanks to Jenna who gleefully pushed down on my shoulders. Then she and Diane began strapping me to the orgasm sled. I was so scared and yet so aroused that I thought I was going to cum right then and there underwater!

“You know what we could do to you now that you’re all strapped down, Janet?” Jenna chuckled at me. Then she started to reach out as though she was going to cup my boobs.

“DON’T YOU DARE!” I blurted out. She just laughed at me before waving dismissively… “You know we wouldn’t do that to you!”

“What’s going on?” Doctor Crocker asked into the microphone from his position up at the controls.

“Just getting Janet ready for the test, Doc,” Jenna chuckled aloud into her face mask. The look on Diane’s face told me she wished she was the one riding the sled instead of me.

“You can always back out, Miss Wamsley,” Doc’s voice called out. “Yeah; back out now and let me take my ride!” Jenna urged.

“I’m ready for this, Doc!” I called back, trying to sound enthusiastic. But inwardly I was trembling like a leaf… trembling from nervousness and trembling from a growing arousal.

I couldn’t help wondering what readings Barbara Johansen was already getting on her panel. I certainly hoped they weren’t giving anything away that might make them abort my participation in the test. But what she said next made me a little worried…

“Her heartrate is up, doctor,” Barbara’s voice intoned evenly. “She’s already clenching the probes… and they haven’t even been turned on yet.”

“That’s because she can’t wait to drown for us!” Jenna called back with a laugh.

“Get out of here, you two, so I can enjoy this test!” I told Diane and Jenna, trying to sound as though I was eager to get on with it. But inwardly I was shaking… and my pussy was wet as hell! It was easy riding those probes as I was really wet and lubricated from my nervous excitement!

“Sending her down, doctor,” Miss Johansen said evenly, her voice coming through my face mask. I watched as Jenna and Diane climbed the steps out of the tank. Jenna was mumbling something; she was really disappointed about not getting to participate in the test. Then the platform started to take me down.

I felt the pressure increase as I went past 12 feet… 14… 16. My ears popped at 18 until the platform finally came to a halt at 20. “How are you doing, Miss Wamsley?” the good doctor called down to me.

“I’m just fine, Doc,” I called back through my facemask. “My ears just popped so I’m good to go!”

“Subject’s vagina is clenching; heartrate is elevated,” Miss Johansen’s voice intoned.

“Last chance to back out, Miss Wamsley.”

“Nothing doing, Doc!” I called out with as much determination in my voice as I could work up. “I’m here to orgasm and drown for you all up there, so you’d better enjoy watching the show down here!”

“I know I’m sure going to enjoy it!” That was Jenna’s voice; I could see her standing with Diane in that window. She had this big, stupid grin on her face. That’s when I felt an erotic jolt, and I started to hyperventilate.

“Subject’s heartrate is approaching test levels, doctor,” Barbara’s voice stated in that controlled voice.

“If there are no objections then I’m turning the sled on now, Miss Wamsley,” Doctor Crocker called out. “Injecting T-serum mist now.” I noticed he was being real formal with me.

There was a faint hiss in the face mask as the sled came to life. The probes started buzzing as they thrust up and down inside me. But I was so nervous about drowning that at first my body failed to respond, especially when I coughed a little.

“Are you ok, Miss Wamsley?” I almost chickened out right then and there. But that’s when I remembered my conversation with Brianna in the infirmary, remember that look of great satisfaction in her eyes.

“C’mon, Doc; fuck me!” I urged. “You’ve always wanted to watch me cum and drown! Now’s your big chance!” That’s when I really started throwing myself into it.

“Oh fuck; look at her go!” That was Jenna’s voice being picked up by a nearby microphone. I looked up and saw her reach down and touch herself. Next to her Diane looked as though she was having a hard time catching her breath.

I had another minor cough as I threw myself into fucking those probes. Here I was 20 feet down being fucked underwater… and soon I would be forced to hold my breath before drowning! The idea of it all suddenly shot my arousal factor clear through the roof!!

I started panting heavily as though I couldn’t catch my breath. It dawned on me this was probably the only test the good doctor was ever going to allow me to participate in. That’s when I finally tossed away all my inhibitions, forgetting about the scary part of my imminent drowning as I really rode that sled…

“Wow… oh fuck… this is… no wonder Bree loved it… OH MY… FUCK, I’m CUMMING!” Then I was screaming my orgasm as I furiously rode those probes fucking my holes.

Up in the observation room I heard Jenna’s jealous voice… “Fuck, look at her go!”

“I want a turn when she’s done!” Diane added.

“Subject’s vagina really clenching the probe, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed in a clinical voice. I watched him nod as he turned the controls up.

The buzzing intensified, causing me to ride those probes even harder. I got this wicked thought in my head, and I teasingly called up to him, “I’m REALLY fucking your cock hard now, Doc!” I heard Jenna laugh as her voice carried back down… “Ride those probes, girl! YEAH!” Then I was screaming into my facemask as a second orgasm flooded over me.

“Heartrate has reached test levels, doctor,” Miss Johansen observed calmly. Two orgasms and I was already there! That’s when I heard the good doctor call down, “Last chance to back out, Miss Wamsley.”

“DROWN ME, DOCTOR!” I cried out, becoming giddy from my orgasms. “Drown the slut!” I heard Jenna’s voice come down to me. I thought about saying something to her in reply, but I felt too damn good to care.

“Releasing the oxygenated water now, Miss Wamsley,” the Doc’s voice warned. Then I heard water rushing down the hose.

I heard the microphone pick up Jenna’s voice as she called out, “Better hold your breath, Janet, ‘cause here it comes!” I looked up to see her bulge her cheeks as though she was holding her breath. Then I inhaled just in time before a rush of water came down the hose and filled my facemask.

It started to back up the hose as the probes buzzed my holes a little harder. Instinctively I held my breath as I eagerly rode those posts. I faintly heard Doc’s voice in my facemask say something like, “We’re committed, Miss Wamsley. Good luck.” Then all was quiet save for the buzzing in my pussy and ass.

It swelled within me like the pressure in a volcano trying to blow the top off. The longer I held my breath the more aroused I became. Then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I lost a burst of bubbles as an extremely intense orgasm washed over me. I let out a bubbly “OH FUCK!” as I really rode those probes. Then Jenna’s voice penetrated the haze of my sexual lusts… “She really squirted that time, Doc!”

I came down off my sexual high only to discover that I was still totally strapped in. I began to wriggle and squirm as my lungs began to ache. That’s when I faintly picked up Jenna’s sing-song voice… “Janet’s gonna drown – Janet’s gonna drown!”

My eyes got big at the enormity of what I had just committed myself to. For a moment I started to panic as I struggled to hold my breath for as long as I could. My facemask was totally flooded; there wasn’t a molecule of air anywhere that I could access!!

The magnetic connections to my facemask suddenly popped, hitting me with a jolt of fearful arousal. Then I felt it being pulled away from me, felt my air supply going bye-bye!! As it was pulled away I heard Jenna’s fading voice… “Janet’s gonna drown – Janet’s gonna drown!”

In growing panic I tried to gulp my breath back down, tried to use it all over again. But my lungs wanted a fresh batch and they were really starting to heave! Meanwhile those probes kept fucking me until I could feel a mammoth orgasm coming on strong!

I looked up to see Jenna rubbing herself like crazy. Even Diane looked like she had gotten all hot and bothered. But Doc and Barb were watching their readings as though they didn’t give a damn I was about to drown!!

I couldn’t hear anymore; the facemask was gone. I was too deep to hear the speakers in the tank. I wanted to tell the Doc I had changed my mind, but it was too damned late!! Then my lungs gave out.

That first rush of fluid down my windpipe set me off, causing me to scream my breath away. Then I started thrashing about. The posts were fucking me hard and I was cumming like crazy… but I was inhaling water and I was drowning and it was incredible the agony I was in!

I don’t know how long it took to totally flood my lungs. All I know is that it felt like an eternity. I bucked and shuddered and spasmed and nearly doubled over from the agony of it all.

Bubbles slipped out past my lips as I couldn’t keep my air in at all. Something in the back of my mind observed that I probably looked just like Bree did at the moment of her drowning in the tank yesterday. Then it felt like I wasn’t hurting quite so much.

The buzzing in my holes got worse, and I grunted as I started thrashing about again. Then I was coughing up water and cumming and drowning all over again… cumming and coughing and gurgling and drowning…

…and that’s the last thing I remember about being in the tank…

When I awakened I found myself in a bed in the infirmary with a mask over my face. A machine was humming and my chest hurt some. I coughed a little and that made me feel better.

I looked over and saw Jenna sitting in a chair watching me. “Did you finally wake up?” she asked with a sly grin. “I think you were asleep even longer than Bree!”

“What happened?” I asked groggily through the mask over my face. At least my vocal cords worked.

“Oh, you went nuts down in the tank, honey,” she told me enthusiastically. “That last time I think you started squirting and you didn’t even stop once Diane and I got to you and freed you. I think you were still squirting as we swam you up out of the tank. Hell, you were cumming on the gurney all the way into the infirmary! They had to change beds twice because you soaked them both!” I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes she thought that was funny as hell.

“So how do you feel?” she asked. “The Doc was a little worried about you although Barb said your readings were green across the board. I think he’s going to get some good data off you being as how you have never had the T-serum mist in your lungs until now. As a fresh volunteer he should be able to get some great data!”

“I feel…” I started to say. Then I paused to take stock of how I really felt. It felt as though I’d been cumming non-stop for hours!

“I feel like I’ve been gang-banged all night long,” I told her with a wry smile. “…and I’ve never been gang-banged in my life!”

“So how would you know?” she asked with a grin.

“My body feels like… like it’s been royally fucked,” I replied.

“Lucky bitch! That’s the LAST one for you! Next time I’M the one who gets all the drowning fun! And now that Diane chick wants to ride the sled as well. Doc may very well have opened up a new can of worms with all the volunteers wanting to go for a ride! Hell, Janet; I think you just set the standard for most intense drowning orgasms ever! Bree’s DEFINITELY going to want to hear about this!”

I suddenly yawned and my eyes fluttered. “I’m going to let you get some sleep now, Janet,” she told me as she rose up to go. “Doc will be in later. You just rest up and let that machine suck all the moisture out of your lungs, ok?”

“Ok, Jenna,” I nodded wearily. I think I fell asleep before she even got out of the room…

This concludes this private journal entry written for Doctor Frederick Crocker. It is meant for his eyes and his eyes only. Skip would kill me if he ever found out I had taken such a risk, even though I was pretty confident of the success of the test I was participating in. The orgasms I experienced were out of this world, and as of yet I have been unable to replicate them. But maybe that is for the best…

© 2015 (written for Skip and Janet Oct 23 ’15 by riwa)

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The Saint Nick Strangler 2 4 (5)

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Laura was rather dubious when the jolly old elf in the red suit wandered into the strip club. She watched as he got a drink and then sat near the far end of the stage. As far as she was concerned he certainly played the part well.

She couldn’t imagine old Saint Nick coming into her establishment! But she figured it wouldn’t hurt to play up to the jolly old man. When she went over and offered him a lap dance she was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t refuse.

She gave it her all, figuring she’d been very naughty all year long. After all, a few nice gestures to the man who kept those kinds of accounts would probably pay off come Christmas morning. She suspected he wasn’t the REAL Santa of course, but why take chances?!

He seemed favorably impressed with her performance and he rewarded her quite well. Laura got the impression if she played her cards right she might be able to get a little more of his cash before the night was over. The extra money would certainly go a long way toward giving her a Merry Christmas!

When she invited him to come home with her he agreed. She knew it was against company policy. But what would it hurt taking Santa home and giving him some personal attention, especially if the jolly old elf was willing to pay her handsomely for it?!

After her shift she drove him to her place. Her roommate was away, no doubt out fucking her boyfriend. She probably wouldn’t be home until late if at all! Thankfully that would give her plenty of alone time with Santa!

She stripped down to her sexy bra and panties, allowing him to fondle her tits as she pulled his red trousers down and sucked his cock. It had an impressive girth and she found herself looking forward to a night of fucking the jolly old guy! But after she got a mouthful of his goo he acted like he was done for the evening.

“You don’t have to go just yet, Santa!” she exclaimed. “I can be even more naughty for you if you like!”

“Oh, I know how naughty you’ve been, little girl,” he told her, his eyes twinkling. “But I like my girls REALLY naughty!”

“Oh?” she giggled, wondering what she could do to get a little more money out of him. “I can be as naughty as you want me to be, Santa!”

“Maybe a little bondage?” he asked, sounding hopeful. Then he grabbed her sexy bra and spun her around, pulling her arms behind her back.

“Oh, Santa!” she gasped with a giggle, not resisting him as he used it to tie her wrists behind her back. “I can be naughty like that!” A moment later he pulled her panties down and then tossed her onto the couch where he moved in and began licking her muff.

“Oh, SANTA!” Laura gasped with delight. His beard tickled but his tongue did wonderful things to her! Then he slid on top of her.

“Naughty boy,” she giggled nervously. “But shouldn’t you use protection? After all, we wouldn’t want me to kick out a couple of elves nine months later, would we?”

He ignored her as he slid into her. “Santa??” she gasped anxiously. Then he was inside her… and boy, how he filled her! It felt so good that she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop long enough to slip on some protection!

She was helpless, her arms secured behind her back with her bra as he fucked her good and hard. “Oh, SANTA!” she gasped with delight. “You’re going to make me CUM! Fuck me HARDER!!”

Her eyes flew open in surprise when he suddenly wrapped his hands around her throat. “Oh my; you like it rough, Santa; don’t you!” Laura gasped. A moment later his fingers started to tighten. That’s when Laura’s eyes bugged out and she started to gasp in alarm…

“SANTA… STOP… YOU’RE CHOKIG ME… I CAN’T… BREATHE…!!!”

He thrust harder, his fingers wrapping even tighter around her throat. Her eyes got even bigger and she started rasping and choking. Then her body responded as she started bucking underneath him!

Laura tried to cry out but the words would not come. “You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he told her in a voice filled with menace. “I guess I’ll have to give you your Christmas present a little early this year!”

Laura couldn’t breathe and her eyes got big as saucers. Drool gathered on her tongue as she rasped and gurgled. She struggled to throw him off but he was much too big and heavy for her!

“SANTA…!!!” she rasped, her body bucking and jerking as her head started to throb. She thought for sure her skull was going to explode!! “YOU’RE……. CHOKIG……. ME………!”

His fingers tightened even more until she could not breathe at all. Stars exploded before her eyes as she bucked and shuddered. Her pussy involuntarily milked his cock, frantically massaging it in her death throes. The last thing Laura felt was his warm seed filling her before everything went black all around her…

Santa continued pounding her long after she had stopped breathing and struggling. “You’ve been a very bad girl this year, Laura,” he told her. “But I think you did an admirable job of making it up to good ol’ Santa!”

He pulled out of her, leaking cum from her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over and her tongue hung out as she stared with horrified, unseeing eyes. Then Santa dressed up and left her lying naked on the couch, an early Christmas present for her equally naughty roommate to find when she arrived home…

© 2013 (written for Laura Necro Dec 13 ’13 by riwa)

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The Saint Nick Strangler 3.5 (8)

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It hadn’t been a very good night for Teri. Not only was it cold outside, the other streetwalkers had attracted the bulk of the customers. Now she was all alone on the corner trying to display her wares in the hopes of attracting a customer.

She saw him coming down the street in his red suit and beard – jolly old Saint Nick himself! No doubt he already knew how naughty she had been all year. But with any luck maybe she could entice him with her services.

“Hey, Santa,” she called out as he approached. “Would you like me to be naughty or nice? I can be both, you know!”

He gave her the once over and then drew closer. “So what do you have to offer ol’ Santa, little girl?” he asked. In response she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

“I’ve been very naughty, Santa,” she giggled. “You can cuff me and then do anything to me that you want! It won’t even cost extra; call it ‘professional courtesy’!” Then she nodded down the street… “There’s a hotel down there with a room we can rent real cheap for an hour.”

He looked her up and down and then nodded. “You’ll do,” he told her. Then they headed off down the street arm in arm. As far as Teri was concerned, doing Santa would make up for a quiet evening. Besides, Mrs. Claus was probably frigid as hell living up there in that cold North Pole…

Once inside they got right down to business. After he placed a couple of Benjamins on the dresser Teri allowed Santa to undress her. Then she handed him the cuffs before demurely holding her wrists behind her back.

He dutifully cuffed her arms together before forcing her down on her knees. Then he pulled down his red pants and pulled out his swelling member. “This is what I do to girls who’ve been naughty this year,” he told her as he thrust it into her willing mouth.

He fucked her face good and hard with a dick she decided wasn’t half bad at all! Teri rather enjoyed having the jolly old elf give her a good, hard skull-fucking! And with that cock of his she figured she would probably get a good fuck out of the deal! Besides, after tonight she would have quite the story to tell the other ladies who often worked close to her corner!

He had quite the load to give her, and she did her best to swallow it all down. Cum trickled down her lips as he turned her around. Then he made her kneel over the bed with her ass easily accessible as he proceeded to fuck her pussy!

Teri gasped and whimpered at how well he filled her! It felt wonderful; she could actually feel an orgasm swelling within her! She didn’t even make him use a condom; after all, he was SANTA!!

She wondered why he suddenly pulled out until she felt him push against her other hole. “Sure, Santa!” she encouraged him. “You might as well enjoy that hole as well! After all, I told you I was naughty!” She figured being good enough to let him fuck her ass might earn her a little extra Christmas money.

He pushed his way deep inside her, causing her to whimper from the pain. But she was used to taking it up the ass, and the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as she was ass-banged by the jolly old elf! Santa was proving to be quite the dirty old man; Mrs. Claus had no idea what she was missing!!

He fucked her good and hard… and Teri begged for it every step of the way! “Fuck me hard, Santa; I’ve really been bad!” she cried out enthusiastically. “Fuck me hard; I deserve nothing but cum up my ass for being such a slutty whore!! Afterwards you can slip a little something extra into my stockings for how bad I’ve been tonight!”

She was hoping he might see his way clear to add a little more to her earnings before he left. She felt she was being especially naughty by giving him her ass with her hands cuffed behind her back. But she didn’t quite expect the “present” Saint Nick was about to offer her…

“Oh, I have a better use for your stockings, little girl.” The next thing she felt were the nylons he’d removed from her legs being wrapped tightly around her throat!!

Her eyes flew open in horror and she started to choke… “Santa; WAIT! What are you….. do-ink???”

He fucked her harder, her ass spasming around his cock as he strangled her from behind. “Naughty girls don’t usually make it to see Christmas!” he growled at her. Teri rasped for breath, her cuffed hands flailing in vain behind her back.

The nylons tightened until stars began to flash before her eyes. She fought like hell to pull air down her throat, the painful asphyxiation causing her ass to clench repeatedly around his thrusting shaft. Teri found herself involuntarily milking the jolly old elf for all she was worth.

The last thing she felt was his cock exploding in her ass… felt the warmth of his seed ooze out of her rectum. Then she shuddered hard from a cum of her own before finally going limp. He pulled out of her and then rolled her over onto the bed.

Santa admired her death-stare, a horrified expression in her lifeless eyes as she looked up at the ceiling. Her mouth gaped open from trying to breathe, drool spilling out over her lips. It was so tempting that he pulled her head over to the edge of the bed, using her mouth one last time with his semi-hard cock.

“You’ve been very naughty this year, little girl,” he explained as he thrust between her lips. “You should feel fortunate I gave you a creamy little present before I used your stockings to strangle you!” Then he pulled out of her mouth and cleaned up before going on his way.

He also took the cash from the dresser, deciding she had no further use for it. Besides, he might need to flash it out on the streets again as there might be other girls out there who might need to see him. And since he was Santa he wasn’t about to deprive any naughty girls of his assistance this night…

© 2013; 2015 (written for Teri Dec 7 ’13; ed. Dec 6 ’15 by riwa)

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Accident in the tub 2.7 (7)

(edited and reposted-a quickie)

He peeked around the door and watched her bend over the tub to put the stopper into the drain. The slut wasn’t even wearing any underwear! He got an unobstructed view of her bare ass as her pussy winked back at him.

b1He had to duck back around the door as she turned back in his direction. He heard her pull the t-shirt up over her head as she removed it and then draped it over her arm. He tensed with anticipation in case she might come out of the bathroom. But she never did.

b4He peeked back around the door to see her bent over the bathtub again. It was now or never! He rushed in just as she stepped into the water. She shrieked, instinctively covering herself as she demanded, “Who the hell are you??!! Get out of here!!”

b6“I’ll be your killer today, miss,” he told her coldly. “Do you know a Miss Jane Updike?”

“Who the hell is Jane Updike??”

I believe she is in love with your husband,” he told her, lashing out and grabbing her by the throat. She gawked in horror as she clawed at his arm, trying to break free!

b7“How kind of you to draw yourself a bath, miss,” he said in an ominous voice. “It’s going to make it so much easier to liquidate you… if you’ll pardon the pun.”

He chuckled as he forced her down into the water, his hand still around her throat. She gawked and gurgled as she struggled to get a decent breath. She clawed up at the handle to the faucet in a futile gesture.

b9“NO!” she rasped as he forced her head down. “Pease… don’t drown me… GAWK!”

“Sorry, miss,” he said regretfully. “I don’t take requests, especially when it might supersede a contract I’ve already accepted.” Then he began pushing down on her neck. She gasped and gurgled, one hand flailing helplessly as she tried in vain to pry his hands from around her throat.

b11“Just breathe, miss,” he told her as he pushed her head under the surface. “It’ll go much quicker that way. Don’t struggle; you’ll only hurt yourself.”

b12She fought him with both hands but it was no use. Her body slid around in the tub on her side. He just pushed down on her stomach and upper chest, making sure she could not get up for the breath she so desperately needed.

b15She slid around until she was sideways in the tub. But her face remained under the surface the whole time. She screamed in terror, her lungs an inferno. She couldn’t believe some bitch was having her killed just to get free access to her husband!! She would grant the divorce if only this bastard wouldn’t drown her!!

b18She couldn’t hold her breath any longer and her lungs abruptly gave out. She began coughing up bubbles as she thrashed about in agony. Then she was unable to put up a struggle any longer. Now he was able to push down on her chest with little effort, easily keeping her submerged.

b20He held her down for a couple more minutes but there was no further movement on her part. Then he stood up and looked down on her impassively. Her naked body floated up to the surface with her legs spread lewdly.

b24“I believe Jane Updike will be happy to hear of your accident in the tub, miss,” he told her sadly. “Now if you’ll excuse me I really must be going.” Then he left her floating quietly in the tub…

b26© 2013; 2015 (written Feb 10 ’13; ed. Nov 30 ‘15 by riwa)

(Pictures were found on the Internet [from Killville?] and are for illustration purposes only.)

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She wanted me to hang her (graphic) 4.3 (11)

She wanted me to hang her; said it would get her off. I said if she wanted that then I could do that for her. So I took her for a long drive out into the country.

I found a place about an hour away from civilization in any direction. It was a thick forest with plenty of trees, just perfect for hanging an eager, kinky bitch. So I gathered up the rope in my car and I took her for a little walk.

She told me she wanted to be humiliated, and I told her I could accommodate that too. So I found a clearing with just the right low-hanging branch. Then I made her take all her clothes off.

I fashioned a noose out of one of the ropes I’d brought with me and tossed one end over the branch. I leaned into it to make sure it would hold my weight as she was not as tall or as heavy as I was. Then I checked to see that she was naked and ready for me.

She saw the rope and it made her nervous. So I got out of my clothes and revealed my massive erection. I told her to distract herself by sucking on it. She dutifully got down on her knees and began giving me a pretty good blowjob.

I slapped her face as she sucked me off, telling her to do a good job. I told her she was going to hang like the filthy fucking whore she was, and I slapped her face again. I slapped her tits as well, calling her names as I made her suck my cock…

“You’re going to hang to death, whore… a slut like you is going to put on quite a dance… I’ll bet it’s going to hurt for a smaller bitch like you… I bet you’re going to piss yourself for me as you hang to death… how about it, whore?!” I slapped her each time I taunted her and called her a name. She just moaned as she kept sucking my cock like a good little slut.

I finally told her I was going to cum and for her to open her mouth. She dutifully complied, parting her lips like an eager little baby bird awaiting a worm from its mother. But I deliberately missed with my aim, splattering her face and cheeks with my seed.

I suddenly checked my watch. “Oh shit; I’ve got to run an errand first! But I can’t take you with me. So you can just stay here and think about it!”

I think she was wondering about the extra rope I’d brought with me. I used it to tie her up real good, making sure she couldn’t get away. I also left her with a clear view of the noose I was going to use on her.

“There!” I said, pointing at the lethal coil dangling from the branch. “You can spend the next hour or two looking at the noose that’s going to take your life.” Then I knelt down and grabbed her head.

“You know what happens when I cum?” I told her. “I always have to take a piss. Besides, I’ll bet you’re thirsty right now! So open your mouth, you fucking whore!”

She dutifully opened her mouth, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I grabbed her nose and pinched it so she was forced to breathe through her mouth. Then I let fly.

“Drink it!” I snarled. “It’s the only thing you’re going to get to drink before you hang to death out here!” Naturally my aim drifted and I splattered her face and got some piss in her hair. Then I just pushed her away as I got dressed, telling her I would be back in a little while to finish hanging her. I walked back to my vehicle, got in and drove off, leaving her there to think about her situation.

When I came back a couple hours later she was still there, looking pitiful lying there with that noose hanging nearby. But she had a sexy body and great looking tits. So I stripped out of my clothes again, revealing an erect member.

I twisted her around, found her cunt and speared it with my cock. She moaned and whimpered as I gave her a hard, vicious fuck. “My cum’s going to drip out of your dead cunt as you hang, you fucking whore!” I snarled at her. “What do you think about that?”

She looked really pitiful, like she was really humiliated or something. I found that to be quite a turn-on, and I wanted to humiliate her even more. So I rolled her over onto her face all tied up like that.

I found her anus and pushed in hard. She screamed as I thrust inside, pumping her good and hard. “Are you humiliated now, you fucking whore?” I asked with a chuckle. “Maybe I’ll hang you instead with cum dripping out of your arse!”

She screamed again; I think the slutty bitch was actually cumming as I pumped her arse hard. Then my dick exploded inside her and I filled her rectum with my hot seed. When I pulled out I saw her squeeze a little, saw her squeeze some of my cream out of her arse.

“That’s right, bitch; you’re going to squeeze out a lot more when I get through hanging that slutty arse of yours.” Then I rolled her over onto her back and smiled as I took aim with my softening cock.

“I’ve just filled your arse with cum, whore. And you know what that means! Besides, I should tell you I had a lot to drink back in town.” Then I let fly.

She cried out as I splattered her face, her tits, and her stomach. I had a lot backed up from all that drink I’d had back in town. When I got through with her she was one well-fucked bitch, smelling of shit and piss and sex.

When I got done pissing on her I knelt closer and grabbed her head. “Now clean me off, bitch!” I snarled. She dutifully opened her mouth and I thrust my cock inside, allowing her to taste cum and shit and piss.

“Slut!” and I slapped her face. “Fucking WHORE!” and I slapped her face again. “Nasty whores like you DESERVE to hang!” Then I slapped her a couple more times.

“Time for you to hang, bitch!” I declared as I started to untie her. I stood her up and then produced a zip-tie which I used to secure her wrists behind her back. She let out a yelp as I cinched it down real tight.

“Does it hurt, bitch?” I laughed, slapping her face again. “I’ll bet it’s REALLY going to hurt when I hang your fucking arse! Is THIS the way you wanted to go: fucked and humiliated and strung up like a common street whore?”

She whimpered as I dragged her over to the noose. I held it in front of her face, telling the slut she was going to look great kicking her life away. “See?” I added. “I’m already getting hard again just thinking about it!”

She whimpered as I noosed her up. Then I cinched it snug around her neck. That’s when she let out a cry and promptly wet herself, her piss streaming down her legs onto the ground.

“Bitch!” I laughed as I slapped her face again. “Whore! You mean you couldn’t go before we left town? Fucking SLUT!” I slapped her face a couple more times for good measure.

“Are you excited, whore?” I asked, sticking a couple fingers into her dripping slit. She moaned and whimpered, instinctively clamping onto them. “Can you cum for me again, you fucking whore?” I said with a laugh. I fingered her good and hard, causing her to writhe and wince.

“How about that arse?” I asked cruelly as I stuck a couple fingers up there as well. “Nice and lubed I see! You’re really going to look like a whore hanging from this tree with my cum dripping out of your arse!”

I really wriggled my fingers around in there before pulling them out and shoving them back into her cunt. “Cum for me, you fucking whore!” I demanded, sadistically fingering her. Her body stiffened, and she let out a scream as she shuddered hard. I think the fear and humiliation had her right where I wanted her to be.

I pulled my fingers out and then shoved them into her mouth. “Now suck me clean!” I demanded. “I don’t care what you taste!” She whimpered again as she sucked my fingers clean.

I pulled them out and stepped back to grab the rope. “Now let’s get you strung up!” I snarled as I leaned into it. She went right up into the air, a look of shocked surprise on her face as her legs started to kick.

My cock got really hard watching her, it was one hell of a show. But it was hard holding onto the rope like that. Besides, I really had to cum again!

I let her down and she collapsed onto the ground. So I walked up to her and stroked my dick, splattering her naked body with more of my seed. It completed the appearance of a nasty looking whore who deserved to hang.

“One thing more,” I said with a smile as my cock started to soften. “One last drink, bitch?” Then I knelt down and pinched her nose shut.

She opened her mouth and I let fly with more piss. I’m sure she could taste cum mixed in with that delicious urine. She looked utterly pathetic.

“Enough!” I told her. “I’m tired and I want to go home.” So I stood her up and then leaned into the rope again, taking her up into the air.

I tied off the rope and then stepped back to admire my handiwork. The bitch kicked and struggled, cum and piss dripping off her naked body and out of her arse. She looked utterly pathetic, a nasty looking whore who was getting what she fucking deserved. Amazingly my cock got a little hard again.

She finally slowed down enough for me to walk up and slap her tits and face. “You’re going to look great hanging all alone out here for the birds to come feast upon!” I laughed as I slapped her again. “This is a good ending for a whore like you!”

I slapped her a couple more times, noticing she was giving off little twitches. Then I heard another splatter as her bladder gave way. The ultimate humiliation was hearing a really loud fart as she dropped a big mess out of her arse.

She didn’t move anymore and I gave her naked body a push. She swung back and forth, not responding anymore. I slapped her face and tits a couple more times but there was no response.

“I guess I’ll just leave you here in the great outdoors,” I said with a laugh. “I hope your hanging and humiliation was all you hoped it would be!” Then I got dressed, made the walk back to my car and left, leaving her naked, piss-and-cummed-on body dangling there in that little copse of trees with piss and shit on the ground directly beneath her…

© 2015

(written for Dorothy Mar 26 by riwa)

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Sending a message 2.4 (5)

(re-edited and reposted)

The lid opened and Melissa winced at the sudden rush of bright sunlight. It blinded her enough to prevent her from putting up much of a fight. She was bound anyway; she certainly couldn’t struggle much.

Looking around she discovered that her current location was a far cry from her garage where she’d been set upon earlier by two men hiding near her vehicle. The utter shock of strangers inside her garage in an upscale part of town had been replaced by pure terror as they’d pulled her arms behind her back and bound them together with duct tape. They’d taped her mouth shut before she could protest and then had taped her ankles together. Then they’d simply lifted her up and tossed her into the trunk of her dark blue 2003 BMW 745 Li.

She’d rolled around in the trunk as they’d driven her to some unknown location, her mind racing with all sorts of horrible thoughts. She realized they hadn’t even bothered to hide their faces from her. That told her she was in serious trouble.

Letting her see their faces had to mean they weren’t going to let her live, didn’t it? Besides, what she’d seen in their eyes was cold and calculated, lacking in mercy. It was as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat to them now… meat to be disposed of. Melissa found herself crying quietly, wishing she would’ve gotten to live long enough to see her 17 year old daughter Lindsay graduate from high school next year.

After what felt like an hour or so she felt the car come to a halt; heard the engine shut down. ‘Oh NO!’ she thought in growing horror as tears welled up in her eyes. ‘They’re going to kill me now! Please, God… not NOW – not YET! I don’t WANT to die! Please – give me some more time!’

Her heart rate spiked as she heard the sound of two of her car doors closing, the vehicle shuddering in response. Then she heard footsteps. That’s when the lid to the trunk of her car was popped open, the noonday sun shining in and momentarily blinding her.

Melissa saw the same two men from her garage reach in with gloved hands to grab her. Instinctively she tried to shrink away from them, her panicked cries muffled by the duct tape covering her mouth. Then they reached in and pulled her out into the sunlight.

She was stood upright onto pavement onto the heels she’d dressed up in to go shopping for the day. But when she took in her surroundings she saw she was nowhere near her home. She was in some sort of parking area near one of the many ponds that frequented the area.

What the hell was she doing out here?? Why had they brought her here?? The answer was obvious, and her eyes went wide in absolute horror. Clearly they were going to dump her body in one of the ponds. It set her to shivering with dread as her pussy began to moisten from a horrific arousal.

She heard another car door slam shut, and she looked toward the source of the sound. A stern looking man in a sharp, black business suit had emerged out of a black 2004 Lexus RX 330 and was calmly approaching her. She shivered at the sight of him, especially when he smiled sadly at her.

“I’m so terribly sorry about this, Mrs. Johnson,” he said sympathetically. “…but I’m afraid your husband owes me a great deal of money. He’s asked for several extensions, but I’ve come to the conclusion he has no intention of repaying his loan. I’m afraid this is the only way I know of to show him just how serious I am about getting my money back.”

Her eyes went wide at his words, and she felt a knot in her stomach as she started to tremble. She became all weak in the knees, causing the two males on either side of her to help her remain upright by holding her up by her arms. That’s when the tears welled up in her eyes again as she began shaking her head back and forth, her mind trying to deny the situation she now found herself in.

“I want you to know, Mrs. Johnson, that this isn’t personal or anything,” the man went on. “It’s just business and nothing more… business between me and your husband. I really wish there was some other way to handle this. But I can’t seem to get him to see the seriousness of promptly paying back his loans.” Then his eyes narrowed coldly.

“You see, Mrs. Johnson, I’ve decided to make a statement as it were, to send a message not only to your husband, but to anyone else who might be considering the foolishness of crossing me. And since it was a choice between using you or your daughter Lindsay I’ve chosen you. I certainly hope your husband gets the message before I’m forced to escalate things. If not I’m afraid your daughter may soon be joining you.”

“NOOOO!” she cried out into the tape covering her mouth, her eyes wide in terror both for her and for what might happen to her daughter. A moment later she began struggling in earnest, useless though it was.

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Johnson,” the man said politely, “although I certainly wish the circumstances could’ve been better.” Then he sighed wistfully.

“You’re quite the looker, Mrs. Johnson. Your husband is a fool for not paying his debts to me on time. I really want you to know there are no hard feelings. It’s just business, my dear.” Then he nodded at the two underlings who were holding onto her.

In an instant they began pulling her backward towards her BMW, causing her to scream in terror into the duct tape covering her mouth. A moment later she came up against the trunk of her car – the vehicle her husband had bought for her as a birthday present. That’s when her mind went crazy wondering what they were going to do to her! The only thing that came to mind was the probability they were going to dump her back into the trunk and then push her Beemer into the pond!

She cried out when they pulled her up onto the back of the trunk instead, causing her to panic even more as she lay uncomfortably upon her arms secured behind her back. A moment later she saw both men reach inside their jackets with gloved hands, each one pulling out a couple of rather wicked looking hunting knives That’s when she started to scream into the tape covering her mouth…

OHMYGAWD – THEY’RE GONNA CARVE ME UP!

She was absolutely terrified she was about to die. At the same time she felt a shameful arousal, felt how wet she was down below. Was it true some females felt a similar arousal of terror moments before they met a violent end?

The knives flashed, causing her to clench her eyes shut while waiting for the piercing wounds that were sure to follow. She bit her lip as she trembled like crazy, wondering how bad it was going to hurt. Then she heard a ripping sound as the man on her right began cutting through her jacket.

Her eyes flew open in surprise – WHAT THE HELL??!! Then the one on her left began cutting as well. Together they were slicing up the $500 jacket she’d bought at Tiffany’s! A moment later it was lying in tatters all around her.

Melissa went from fear to anger, especially when they began working on her blouse. At that moment she became totally irrational, defiantly crying out into the tape covering her mouth… “NOOOOO! DAMN YOU – THAT’S A $300 SHIRT!” Then that too was lying in pieces all around her, leaving her in her black lacy bra.

For a moment she was really furious as one started working on her bra while the other went to work on her skirt. Then it suddenly became all too clear what they intended to do to her. That’s when she became deathly pale, frantically shaking her head as her pussy throbbed from a fearful ache of arousal…

“NOOO! OHMYGAWD – PLEASE DON’T RAPE ME?! PLEASE – LEAVE ME SOME DIGNITY!!”

She started to wiggle and squirm like crazy, screaming into the tape covering her mouth. But her struggles instantly ceased the moment one of them lifted his knife and held it right to her throat. Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard, panting heavily for breath as the other continued cutting her clothes away…

NOOOO! OHMYGAWD! PLEASE…

It wasn’t long until she was completely nude. Melissa shivered as she tried to keep her legs crossed. Her shaved pussy was moist from a horrific arousal and she was embarrassed as hell, unwilling for these bastards to see her wetness down below.

She was propped upright on the trunk as one man cut the duct tape from around her wrists. Then the other cut the tape away from around her ankles. Now she was certain they were going to rape her before killing her!

She looked back at the man in the sharp business suit, pleading with her eyes for him to do something humane. But he just watched impassively. There appeared to be something in his expression as though the bastard seemed to be sympathetic to her plight.

She cried out into the duct tape around her mouth, begging him not to allow this terrible thing to happen to her. She tried to communicate to them that she would blow them or fuck them willingly so long as they would let her go and leave her daughter along. He just stood there unflinching.

“MMPH!”

She grunted in terror as one man suddenly held a knife to her throat, encouraging her not to move as the other walked away for a few moments. When he returned he carried several lengths of rope, some of which he tossed to his partner. A moment later the two of them began tying loops around her wrists and ankles. Melissa trembled like crazy, wondering what the hell was in store for her while wishing her pussy would stop dripping so much.

“MMMMMMMPH!”

She cried out in horror as she was abruptly pulled backward onto her back, her arms outstretched. The two men pulled her body up the trunk, over the back window, and all the way up onto the roof of her BMW. Her feet kicked and flailed as they pulled her up toward the front of her vehicle, her mind racing…

NOOOO! OHMYGAWD – WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME???

She shivered as she heard the windows being rolled down inside her Beemer. A moment later she grunted as her arms were pulled outward from her body by the ropes attached to each wrist, pulled toward the driver and passenger side windows to the front of her BMW. That’s when she got the impression they were actually stringing the lengths of rope inside the car through the open windows, securing her to the roof!!

“UMMMPH!!”

To her utter horror Melissa realized she was being stretched spread-eagled on top of the roof of her car! They were securing her while she was totally naked… embarrassingly exposed! What’s more, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it! Then she felt them yank on the ropes attached to her ankles, pulling her legs apart…

OHMYGAWD – NOOO!! HE’LL SEE MY PUSSY!! HE’LL SEE HOW WET I AM! OHMYGAWD – DON’T DO THIS TO ME!

Her legs were pulled apart, the ropes to her ankles disappearing over the roof of the car into the rear windows, exposing her cleanly-shaved femininity to the bastard’s unwavering gaze. She felt a slight breeze waft over her dripping pussy, tickling her clit and filling her with a shameful arousal. Gawd – were they going to leave her no dignity??!!

Just like that they were finished. They stepped back from her Beemer, leaving her arms and legs spread wide as she was helplessly secured to the top of her BMW. That’s when she heard all but one of the windows roll back up electronically. Melissa yelped, grunting in pain as the glass drove the ropes up into the top of the windows, not quite sealing them closed but tightening the ropes and stretching her out even more…

“MMMMMMMMMPHH!!!”

There was a nerve-wracking silence as she panted for breath through her nose. She could feel drops of sweat breaking out all over her body. Then she heard footsteps as the man in the sharp business suit came over to stand by the driver’s side door, looking sadly at her as he shook his head.

“Like I said, Mrs. Johnson… no hard feelings; it’s just business. I hope your husband gets my message for your daughter’s sake.” Then he reached into the driver’s side with a gloved hand and slipped the gear shift into neutral. Almost immediately her BMW started to roll forward.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Johnson,” the businessman said, polite to the end. That’s when Melissa’s eyes went wide in horrified understanding…

NOO! OHMYGAWD – HE’S GONNA DROWN ME ON THE ROOF OF MY BEEMER LIKE THIS! NOOOOO!

The vehicle picked up speed as it rolled downhill. Melissa squirmed like crazy on the roof of her car, her desperate cries for help muffled by the duct tape still covering her mouth. Then she heard the sound of her Beemer hitting the water… felt it suddenly floating underneath her. At the same time she heard the sound of air escaping through the windows, heard the sound of bubbles escaping from somewhere inside her car.

NOOO! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!

She was stretched out spread-eagled so much that it hurt. Yet she still wiggled and squirmed frantically, her head twisting from side to side as she screamed into the duct tape covering her mouth. She felt the warmth of the roof of her car on her back and ass, warmed by the noonday son against her body. She smelled the familiar aroma of the pond, familiar because she’d been to so many of the ponds in the area. But she had to wince from the brightness of the sun almost directly overhead.

Melissa wiggled in shame, distraught over the fact that her legs were spread wide, allowing those bastards to get an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Gawd! Was THIS the way it was for some women shortly before they died from some terrifying experience? Did the knowledge of their impending death cause their bodies to respond in sexually disturbing ways? Was this why so many people associated sex with death… and vice versa?

The car shifted as the weight of the engine pulled it downward. There was no longer enough air trapped within the interior to help keep it afloat. Melissa gasped through her nose and then inhaled sharply as the car started to nose downward…

OHMYGAWD – THIS IS IT!

There was a flurry of bubbles that continued to escape from the interior of the car. When she felt her head come in contact with the water of the pond Melissa knew she’d just taken her last breath. As her Beemer sank underneath her she was pulled downward with it, the water quickly covering her head – breasts – stomach – crotch – legs…

NOOOOO!

…and then she was completely submerged, the car pulling her down toward the bottom of the pond. A split second later she felt an unexpected orgasm wash through her body at her predicament. She wriggled and shuddered as she struggled to hold her breath, unaware her killers were watching impassively as she disappeared below the surface.

Air bubbled out of her nose as water sought to fill her sinuses. Almost immediately her body demanded she refill her lungs from the orgasm that had just left her breathless. Melissa winced, struggling to hold her breath despite the stinging sensation in her nostrils.

All too soon she felt her Beemer’s front end come in contact with the bottom of the pond. It shuddered to a stop as the car slowly settled down underneath her until it came to rest on all four tires upon the silty soil. There was murky-green darkness all around her that got lighter as she looked upward.

…and then there was silence other than the sound of escaping air as it continued to hiss and bubble out of the interior of her car. That’s when Melisa knew her BMW was ruined. It was a crazy thought, considering she was totally naked tied spread-eagled on top of it!

For the briefest of moments Melissa was actually pissed that her car had been submerged, that the exquisite upholstery would now receive some serious water damage. Then reality returned in a rush. The damage done to her Beemer would make no difference considering she would never drive another vehicle again!

Flat on her back she could see the surface less than 9 feet away. She could see the sunshine above her, could see the air above her that she needed so badly. Already her lungs were heaving in her chest, causing her 34 C’s to sway as she struggled to hold her breath.

Maybe someone would see her! After all, she could still see the surface reasonably well. Surely SOMEONE would spot her soon… maybe even before she drowned! But it was a futile hope – a wildly unrealistic hope based on her desperate desire to live – and deep down Melissa knew it. Hardly anyone came out to THESE ponds during the day!

Her arms and legs hurt from being stretched outward, and she finally gave up fighting against the ropes that held her in place. Instead she concentrated on holding her breath for as long as possible. But her lungs were on fire; she couldn’t hold out much longer! She snorted bubbles out of her nose, watching in growing panic as they went scurrying to the surface…

NOOOO! OHMYGAWD! Her lungs strained as her chest heaved, her cheeks bulging as she fought to hold her very last breath of air. She was also vaguely aware that another orgasm was headed her way.

Once more she thought of her daughter Lindsay. She so wanted to finish watching her grow up… so wanted to see her little girl get married and have children. It just wasn’t fair! What the hell had her bastard of a husband done by getting involved with these loan sharks anyway?! Was their expensive lifestyle THAT important to them??

And then a thought occurred to her…

Ohmygawd! Had he known something like this might happen? Their marriage hadn’t been the best lately. Was this something he hoped his creditors might do to her, getting rid of her so he wouldn’t have to go through a messy divorce??

“NOOO!” he mind screamed. “It CAN’T be!!!” But it was entirely possible.

…and then her lungs gave out as air spewed freely out of her nose…

NOOOO!

Melissa snorted water into her lungs, instantly causing her to start jerking and convulsing. She thrashed about on top of her Beemer, her mouth opening and closing like a fish behind the tape covering her lips. She stared upward toward the surface, snorting bubbles through her nose. But the surface was too far away to satisfy her heaving lungs.

…and then she was overcome by another orgasm, this one much stronger than the last…

Melissa jerked and bucked, her body involuntarily caught up in the mix of breathless agony and sexual pleasure before suddenly collapsing weakly onto the roof of her BMW. A small trickle of air streamed unhindered out of her nose, forced out by the pond water that was now filling her lungs. She gazed up at the surface in shock and horror, her last thoughts of her daughter Lindsay and whether or not her husband might allow something bad to happen to her next. Then the life flicked out of her eyes as her body gurgled with a sigh before becoming motionless…

Back at the surface the men watched the bubbles come up from the car. There were fewer and fewer until there were hardly any at all. A few moments later there was a small stream of bubbles that suddenly burbled up to the surface, almost as an after thought. Then there was nothing but tiny ripples set in motion by a handful of small, solitary bubbles coming up from the middle of the pond.

“Like I said, Mrs. Johnson,” the man in the sharp business suit murmured quietly, his eyes fixed on the rapidly stilling surface of the water. “It’s just business. I simply had to send a message your husband would fully comprehend. It was nothing personal, my dear.” Then the surface of the pond went still and he turned to his underlings.

“It’s time to go, gentlemen. I believe the pond is shallow enough that Melissa and her Beemer will be found soon enough. Perhaps this will convince Mr. Johnson to pay me the money he owes me.” Then the three of them turned and made their way back to his Lexus, not bothering to look back upon their handiwork that lay quietly submerged in the pond behind them…

© 2008; 2015 (written for Melissa Mar 29 ’08; ed. Nov 18 ‘15 by riwa)

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November 12, 2015 Update 0 (0)

So much for checking with you back in September. I didn’t want to bore you and I didn’t think I had much to report other than a nice visit from mom. She told me she likes my apartment, my location, and how close a lot of businesses are within walking distance. We even walked to a fast food place a couple of times.

The ex is doing well, all things considered. I still visit her every week. It is a day she looks forward to, and I try to make her smile and fill her in on how boring my life can be sometimes. But she really appreciates my visits.

She enjoyed the results of the World Series as we both used to live in Kansas City and went to a few games. So I went back over late Saturday night and watched the last few innings of game 4 with her. She really enjoyed that. She is able to get out of her room in a bigger wheelchair now so long as her oxygen goes with her. At least she can go do a few activities now and then.

I didn’t find out until the last minute that the gas company had pulled my meter a couple of years ago. So it took a couple days and some chilly nights before I had gas restored to this apartment. It’s been years if not decades since I’ve had gas heat, and it is an adjustment for me. But the good thing is my computer desk sits close to the heater. I like it when it comes on and blows warm air on me.

Halloween was quiet. I spent the evening doing my laundry over at the laundromat. Surprisingly the place was empty that night. It was amazing; you would have thought there was a national holiday or something keeping people from doing their laundry that evening!

I appreciate the sales I’m having over at the sales site. It is encouraging to know I write stuff that people think is worth paying for. It makes me want to keep writing, and to improve any older stories before I repost them. It also brings in some much needed income to help pay for things around here as I try to keep my vehicle in running order or try to replace a pair of shoes that are literally coming apart at the seams.

Sometimes I make a lot of changes to a story I’m editing by adding a lot of words. And sometimes I discover I did rather well the last time I worked on it. Many times I pour several hours into a story to perfect it as much as possible before I’m comfortable putting it out either here or at the UWFetish store. I’m a firm believer in excellence of effort. If you’re willing to read it then I’d better do my best to perfect it so it can be a nice, enjoyable read with few spelling or grammatical errors.

On a side note, my blood pressure seems to be improving and I am losing weight by walking more and eating less. I don’t always eat right, but at least it is on my mind, and sometimes I make a good healthy choice for lunch. It can be hard to break habits, but it is a lot cheaper to eat better than to pay for a medical procedure because I didn’t eat better.

The holidays are coming and I’m looking forward to this time of year. But sometimes it makes me contemplative as I lost my father to cancer 31 years ago just after the Thanksgiving holiday. Life can be so fragile sometimes. So my hope and prayer for you is that you have a warm and happy holiday season with friends and family as you just never know about these things.

Take care and have a great Thanksgiving. And in case I forget, have a very merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

And oh yeah… thanks so much for stopping by. I know you have many choices in surfing the Internet. But it means a lot to me that you stop by and read something here, either by me or one of the other writers who have a story posted here…

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