Swamp Fever – the writer’s muse 2.8 (6)

Posted on October 24, 2015 by riwa

(Inspired by the following picture and originally posted at DFN)

swamp_fever_by_andreewallin-d36oonx-992x532“That’s the craziest Halloween story I’ve EVER heard!” he blurted out when I was done telling it. Allan always was the skeptical one of our group. But I could tell I had Rebekah hanging on every word.

“Did that REALLY happen here, Anjelica?”

“Every word of it,” I told her solemnly.

“Ahh, you’re just shittin’ us!”

“Am I, Allan?” I asked, looking right at him.

Eva clung a little closer to Jeffrey while Sadie and Evan looked at me rather dubiously.

“What?” I told them all. “You don’t hear it? Listen!” They all went quiet except for Allan who loudly proclaimed I was the biggest distributer of horseshit in the bayou. But that’s when Becca shushed him… “I think I DO hear it, Allan!”

“I hear it too!” Eva said quietly. Somewhere in the direction of those two decrepit old buildings was a distinct tapping sound.

“He’s here,” I told them soberly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you here. Besides, this is a pretty creepy place to hang out for the night.”

Just then we all heard the faint hiss of a nearby snake. “COTTONMOUTH!” Eva screamed, jumping up as she caught sight of it. It was far enough away not to be of danger to anyone. But of course by then everyone else was on their feet.

A sudden crashing sound was heard from somewhere in the woods as though something was coming right toward us. “Oh, SHIT!” I blurted out in growing fear. That’s when everyone scattered in separate directions, abandoning the campfire we had built.

As it turns out, Allan and Rebekah were the easiest. After all, the blowhards usually turn out to be the cowards. In fact I really didn’t have to do much of anything.

He went left and Rebekah went right so that they lost each other. There was another crashing sound nearby that caused her to abruptly change course. She finally stopped beside a tree, screaming when she found a machete embedded in the bark. I knew she would take it, choosing to grab whatever was handy as a possible weapon.

Feeling a little braver now that she was armed, Rebekah went looking for Allan. But another crashing sound came right at her, and she turned and ran in the opposite direction in the near darkness. She finally ducked behind a tree, cowering as though she was going to die of fright at any moment!

Crashing sounds and footsteps meant something terrible was coming toward her. She waited until the very last moment before taking the initiative. That’s when she came out from behind that tree and thrust that machete forward, crying out like a hardened warrior…

It all but gutted poor Allan, a look of complete and utter shock in his expression as he went down with his entrails starting to come out.

Poor Rebekah screamed, “Allan, NO!” Then there was a growl from somewhere nearby. Rebekah dropped the machete, turned and went shrieking off into the woods.

It is never a good idea to run pell-mell when you have no clue where you’re going or what lies directly in front of you. She plunged headlong into a big pit of quicksand, going completely under. Arms broke the surface and flailed in desperation as she coughed and sputtered, swallowing a ton of quicksand. Then she slipped back under the surface. There were a couple of brief undulations before all was still…

–

Eva and Jeffrey made it close to one of the buildings, only to hear that tapping sound get louder. They decided that was the last thing they wanted to investigate, especially after my terrifying little tale. They ran in the opposite direction holding each other’s hands until they came to a dock and caught sight of a canoe.

“Let’s take it; let’s get out of here!” he declared.

“What about the others?” she asked in growing panic. “We can’t just leave them behind??!!”

“They left US behind, remember?” he told her. “Now get in, Eva! I’m getting us out of here!”

They both climbed in, whereupon he grabbed the lone paddle and started to row. Soon they were starting to put distance between themselves and the two buildings and that tapping sound. But canoes are famously unstable unless you have good balance, and in their panicked state they kept rocking it back and forth…

“Jeffrey, take it easy! We’re going to fall out!”

“No we’re not, Eva! I know what I’m – WHAAAA!” Then Jeffrey went right over into the water with a splash.

He came up sputtering, having lost the oar. He grabbed onto the side of the canoe, frantically holding a hand out toward his date. “Help me back into the canoe, Eva!” he declared in a trembling voice.

The canoe suddenly acted as though it had been bumped. Jeffrey lost his grasp and went back under. That’s when the water seemed to churn underneath the canoe before it became still. Then Eva thought she saw the water in her vicinity take on a reddish hue.

“Jeffrey?” she called out in a trembling voice. “JEFFREY??!!”

She thought she saw his hand near the surface. So she grabbed for it, only to pull out a severed arm. Eva screamed and then let go of it as though it had suddenly turned into a hot poker. Then something seemed to come up to the surface. But what she thought was the rest of Jeffrey’s body turned out to be large and scaly with soulless, hideous eyes.

Eva screamed as the canoe rocked with her inside. She was pitched out, hitting the water with a splash. Almost immediately she came up swimming for shore as though her life depended on it. She probably shouldn’t have looked back because that’s when she discovered her life really DID depend on it!

She was almost to shore when she felt something bite down on her feet and drag her under. She screamed a froth of bubbles as blood came up everywhere. Then she was twisted over and over as the creature rolled her under the surface.

It suddenly let go and she shot back up, panting wildly for breath. Her feet were gone; she couldn’t kick anymore. It hurt so bad that she simply rolled over onto her back, trying to catch her breath as shock set in.

She looked up at the misty sky as though unable to comprehend where she was or what had just happened to her and Jeffrey. That’s when the snout reappeared and bit down hard into her stomach. Eva screamed and then coughed up blood as it took her down.

A froth of bubbles came up as it rolled her over and over again. Then the surface of the water began to settle before one last little burst of bubbles came up. By then the meal was no longer in a position to fight back as the creature swam the corpse down toward the bottom of the swamp, ultimately to serve as a midnight snack when the time came…

–

That left Evan and Sadie who were making their way back to the campfire looking for their friends. They looked all around, painfully aware of the dangers all around them. They felt as if the entire Swamp wanted them dead, which in this case was a totally accurate assessment. But I wanted them dead even more… and now I had Rebekah’s machete.

I had the last act of our little play all set up when I went after them. They were easy to find. I crept up close and then tossed a branch ahead of them. It made enough noise when it landed to send them scurrying back my way.

I ducked behind a tree and waited. Then I took the machete, came out and swung with all my might. Evan’s head went sailing; it was a perfect blow.

Sadie screamed as the body of her boyfriend toppled onto the soft earth, blood spurting out of the severed neck. Then she saw me brandishing the menacing weapon. “WHY??” she wailed.

“Over that way!” I motioned.

She numbly went in the direction I had indicated until we entered a little clearing. There dangling over a really low branch near the ground was a rope in the shape of a noose. “Climb onto that branch and then put your head in the noose, honey.” I told her.

“Anjelica; NO!” I just motioned threateningly with the machete while evilly chuckling, “Do you want to lose your head like your boyfriend?”

She gasped as she clambered up. Then she reached up and pulled on the noose. It didn’t come down all the way and she told me she couldn’t get it down!

“Stretch up on your toes and put your head up into it!” I commanded.

She had to stretch upward and pull the noose down toward her. But the branch above gave way just enough for her to get it around her neck. When she let go, it snugged itself right up around her throat as though the swamp was eager for her to dance.

She squawked like a frightened little bird as she rasped for breath while shuffling around on the toes of her sneakers. Then she suddenly stared at me in horror. “Your story!” she gasped. “This was in your story… and so was a guy losing his head to a machete!”

“It was, wasn’t it,” I told her with a chuckle. “You catch on quick.”

“And the others?” she gasped in a trembling voice.

“Just like I described in my story,” I told her. “Two went into the water and are nothing but hors d’oeuvres now. Allan got gutted by his date, and Rebekah went for a little swim in some quicksand.” Then I chuckled sinisterly at her.

“Would you believe I’m just making all this up on the fly? Actually you can blame it all on the ghost that’s tapping in that house over there!” I pointed over in that direction as she went white as a sheet.

“Anjelica, please don’t DO this!” she whimpered.

“Why not?” I wanted to know. “It’s a swamp story, the very one I told to you stupid people back at the campfire! And by now you should know how it ends, right?”

Her eyes got big as saucers she started to shake her head. That’s when I brought the machete down just as hard as I could on the low branch she was standing on. It broke apart and she dropped a little as the noose took her full weight.

She kicked and struggled as she clawed at the rope around her neck. I just stood there and let her do that. She looked good dancing and kicking in that tight sweater and short skirt.

She started to get weak as she rasped for breath, frantically clawing in a vain attempt to loosen the noose around her throat. Then her arms finally fell away. She hung quietly, her body gently swaying back and forth as little spasms made her arms and legs twitch a little.

“Not bad,” I told her with a smile. “Not bad at all.” Then I left her there as I made my way toward the building with that tapping sound…

–

“How did I do this time?” I ask him with a seductive smile as he sat there typing away on an antique Corona at an aging oak desk. “Did you like how it all turned out? Did all of that make you horny? Want me to come over and make it all better for you?” I had sucked his cock before and was looking forward to doing so again.

He looked at me for a moment before turning and typing some more as I got on my hands and knees. Then I seductively crawled toward him across the old, wooden floor, licking my lips with anticipation. I assumed he was typing what I was about to do to him next. Then I heard his voice as though he was speaking the words he was typing

…and then the old, weakened floor suddenly gave out on her…

I cried out in surprise as I fell right through the newly created hole in the floor. I landed with a splash in a very thick ooze. I fought my way to the surface only to hear him typing away on the keys through the hole in the floor, his voice coming down in my direction

…she could not reach the edge of the quicksand pit she had fallen into…

“QUICKSAND??!! RIWA; NOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!”

…screamed as she flailed around, frantically looking for something to grab onto, her heart racing…

My heart raced as I looked all around, frantically looking for something to grab onto. I was in it up to my shoulders and I couldn’t get out! Then I found a vine nearby and I stretched out for it, wrapping my fingers around it

…only to discover the vine was not attached to anything…

“RIWA; NOOO!” I pulled on the vine, but it came all the way in with me! I panted anxiously for breath until my foot found something solid beneath me… or at least I thought it did. But when I pushed down

…it gave way underneath her, causing her to sink a little deeper…

“STOP IT, RIWA! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE!!”

I tried floating on my back …but it was too deep… I tried to work my way over to the edge of the pit I was in …but every little movement made her sink even deeper…

“NO, RIWA!” I cried out. “I DON”T WANT TO GO OUT THIS WAY!” …but she was slipping deeper and deeper until her head started to tip back…

“No, Riwa!” I begged. “Please… stop banging on those damn keys and help me out of this!”

Once more I tried to find solid footing beneath me. It felt like there was something there …in the pit of quicksand with her. But it wasn’t solid enough… to push myself up out of the – “RIWA; DAMN YOU! QUIT IT! DON’T KILL ME LIKE THIS!”

She slipped ever deeper… “No, Riwa; Please…” …but she couldn’t stop herself from sinking. “Gawd no, Riwa! You told me I was your MUSE! Please let me go get someone else for you to write about!” …begged him to allow her to get someone else for him to write about. That’s when she felt all around…

I reached down as I whimpered in growing panic until I felt something. I grabbed on and started to pull upward, only to discover …had discovered the fate of his previous muse…

“GAWD, NO! NO, RIWA; NO! RIWA; I’M SINKING! I’M SINK… I’M… HELP-PFFT… HELP ME-PFFT!”

…spitting water out of her mouth…

My lips were submerged; I was slowly going down. Only my eyes …were left at the surface as her nose slipped under. That’s when she knew that… I had taken my last breath! OHMYGAWD; I WAS GOING TO DROWN NOW!

She panicked as she… tried to struggle my way back up. Then I totally slipped under the surface. That’s when I felt …a previous muse grab on and start to pull her deeper. She… screamed my breath away as I was dragged down among his other muses! Then I gurgled as …she inhaled water, her body spasming and convulsing painfully. Instinctively she started thrashing about as she was overcome with drowning spasms. It felt as though hands were pulling her down, hands dragging her to the depths to join all the others. Her mind screamed in sheer terror at the darkness totally enveloping her, the darkness and all those hands grabbing onto her body as her lungs kept heaving from sucking water down her windpipe…

He paused to study the last page of the manuscript he had just finished. He pulled the sheet of paper out of the typewriter and tucked it in with all the others he had typed earlier that evening. Then he scrolled in a clean sheet – a brand new sheet –and started typing

The door swung open and a sultry brunette walked in wearing a form fitting black outfit as though she owned the place. She walked right up to him as he sat there typing away. Her first words were…

“Good evening, Riwa. My name is Savannah. How may I serve you?”

© 2015 (written Oct 19 ’15 by riwa)

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My last Halloween Party 4.3 (26)

Posted on October 18, 2015 by riwa

Some people call me the town slut. But I don’t think I’m a slut at all. I just love men… and I like cock a lot!

Halloween was fast approaching, and some of the men in town were already asking if I had plans to attend the annual party. Naturally I told them all I would be there with bells on. I never miss a Halloween party if I can help it because I love to dress up special for the occasion and tease all the guys.

On the night of the party I told my husband James I had been invited out of town overnight for a girl’s night out and sleepover. But I promised him I would be back tomorrow in time to take the kids Trick-or-Treating as the party I was secretly attending was the night before Halloween. I kissed him and the kids goodbye and then headed out the door with an overnight bag.

After a half hour drive I found a place to pull over. Then I changed into my outfit because I didn’t want to walk out of the house with my husband and kids seeing their wife and mother going out as the town slut, complete with slinky red outfit, sexy black garter, and no panties under my extremely short skirt. I was dressed to kill, but I was hoping I would not be unlucky after this night was over and end up popping out another kid nine months later.

I finally pulled up to the location of the party, parked my vehicle and then walked inside. Almost immediately the whole gathering cheered my appearance. The guys all whooped, hollered and whistled at me, some of them declaring, “Slutty Dorothy is here!”

Many of the gals glared daggers in my direction. But a couple of my girlfriends came up to me and told me I looked really sexy. Then they winked knowingly at me, suspecting I was going to get a lot of action before the night was over. Of course they already knew that was my scheduled MO for the evening.

I had just gotten myself something to drink when Tom Nelson grabbed my arm and pulled me into a cloak room. He closed the door and started feeling me up all over. When he reached down under my skirt he discovered I had no knickers and that I had already become rather wet down there.

“Going commando tonight, eh love?” he gasped as he pawed and groped me. Then he kissed me deeply. In no time at all I heard the sound of a zipper as my skirt was lifted.

I moaned into his mouth as we shagged like bunnies in the cloakroom, my first cock of the evening. “Where’s ‘Frigid Francine’?” I giggled as he kissed me deeply.

“Oh she’s in another room already getting plastered,” he told me. “We haven’t fucked in months. I’m sure glad you showed up tonight, love!”

In no time at all his cum was running down my legs. Tom is quick; I hear they call him Quick-draw McGraw. A couple minutes later we both emerged out of the cloakroom, Tom straightening up his outfit while I tried to clean up before putting my hair back in order.

I made all the rounds, smiling and flirting at the lads while getting scowls from the lasses. A couple of menfolk whispered into my ear how sexy my outfit was and how they would find me later on after they had ditched their wives. Then I had to excuse myself and make a stop at the ladies room.

When I came out, Ben Bingsley grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. I squealed with glee as he threw me onto the bed and then unzipped. He was on top of me in a flash, flipping up my skirt so his gorgeous cock could pump me until I was just about ready to lose it.

He saw I was about to orgasm just in the nick of time. He quickly covered my mouth with his hand, shushing me as he set me off. It’s a good thing too because I screamed with joy into his hand covering my mouth as my orgasm crashed over me.

The guys all love me because I cum so loudly when I climax. But things can sure get complicated whenever a wife or girlfriend might be waiting in an adjoining room. The last thing I needed was some angry lass barging in to catch me shagging her man.

I was coming down off my plateau of ecstasy when he filled me with his seed. Then he climbed off and zipped back up, a big stupid grin on his face. Naturally I was forced to make another stop in the bathroom to clean myself up before I rejoined the party.

At one point Craig and Joseph intercepted me, telling me they wanted to show me the wine cellar. So they took me by my arms and escorted me down the stairs without their girls noticing we were gone… at least, that’s what I hoped. We were barely inside the darkened room they wanted to show me when I found myself on my knees sucking two more cocks.

Those lads were wonderful; they know I love to snack on dick every chance I get. I deep-throated them both until each one spurted onto my face. Afterwards they left me all alone to clean up again while rushing back upstairs to rejoin the party before their dates could wonder where they had gone off to.

I found a bathroom in the basement and went inside to fix my face again. But when I came out, the host of the party Jeremiah Ainswich was right there waiting for me. “Dorothy, love!” he gushed excitedly. “I’m so glad you could make it to the party tonight!” Then he gave me a warm hug.

“We recently had something special installed tonight just for you,” he told me conspiratorially. “Want to take a look at it?”

“Sure,” I replied with a lascivious grin, always the curious and horny one. But since I’d let Jeremiah in on some of my deep, dark secrets I suspected this was going to be something special. So I eagerly followed him down the hall, finding myself getting wetter by the moment.

He opened a special door and let me inside. That’s when I gasped in astonishment. A large guillotine filled the room, the blade locked into position up at the top.

“What do you think, love?” he told me in a hushed voice. “Shall we behead the town slut?”

“Bloody HELL!” I gasped. By then I was trembling like crazy. I was totally transfixed, staring at the bloody thing in awe and wonder while dripping from an insane arousal.

He walked over to a counter and picked up a set of handcuffs. “Care to give it a go, love?” he asked, dangling them right at me. My throat was dry; I couldn’t make a sound. I just nodded numbly as I continued to tremble.

I did not resist as he cuffed my arms behind my back. Then he led me over to the bascule and pushed me against it. He ran a strap across my back and then pushed it over until I was lying horizontal with my legs hanging down and my arse hanging out!

He moved me forward until my head passed through the opening. That’s when I got a really good look at the wicker basket waiting below. Then he brought the lunette down onto my neck and locked it in place. I wet myself right then and there as I cried out from a breathless orgasm.

“Comfy, love?” he chuckled as he patted my arse. Then he lifted up my skirt and rubbed me all over. I felt his fingers wriggle around in my slit and it made me squirm deliciously!

“Bloody hell, love!” he observed with a chuckle in his voice. “You’re really wet back here… wet and ready for fucking!”

“Then please do the honors, Jeremiah,” I breathed in a trembling voice. “Fuck me hard, take my head and send me to heaven!” I’m not sure if I really meant it or not, but I was too aroused and intoxicated to think clearly.

I heard him unzip, and then my skirt was lifted up. A moment later he pushed his way right in. I grunted and moaned as he fucked me hard, the knowledge of the blade hanging above me driving me wild!

The door suddenly opened and his beautiful wife Beatrice walked in. “Jeremiah, where the hell have you – oh! I see you’ve got Dorothy in here!” Then she walked up and grabbed the lever.

“Fuck the slut and I’ll send her to hell.” And with that I screamed my orgasm as my senses dimmed all around me, my body writhing and rolling on the bascule as I climaxed up a storm.

Jeremiah pumped me until I felt his hot seed inside me. It felt absolutely wonderful. Then Beatrice gave me a grin as she reached down, tipped my head up and kissed my lips.

“Nice to see you made it to the party, love. Jeremiah was hoping you’d show up. I don’t mind him fucking the town slut as it’s only once a year.” Then she grinned knowingly at her husband.

“Better have her clean that off before you zip back up, hun.” I can only assume she was talking about his cock. Then she told him, “I’ll go back up and send some of the guys down one by one to enjoy our guillotine slut.”

I gasped from a combination of fear and excitement as he came around and shoved his cock in my face. “Better lick it clean like she told you, hun. Otherwise she’s liable to come back down and execute you herself just for the hell of it.”

I moaned and whimpered, sucking and slurping as I wriggled on the bascule with my arms cuffed behind my back. It was a fantasy come true, a reality that now had me both frightened and terribly aroused. Jeremiah had picked the perfect object to weaken me to the point of doing anything he wanted me to do for him and the rest of the blokes upstairs.

A couple minutes later the door opened and Robert walked inside. Instantly he got this big grin on his face when he saw me helpless in the guillotine. “Hey, Jeremiah; Beatrice was right!” he proclaimed. “I see you’ve got the town slut locked in and ready for execution!”

“Got to fuck her first, Bob,” Jeremiah chuckled. But he was already reaching for his trousers.

“What did you have to do to get her locked in so willingly?”

“Piece of cake really,” our host answered with a chuckle. “She was so willing to put her neck inside that I hardly had to encourage her at all!”

“Perfect!” Robert gushed as he unzipped. Then he thrust his cock right in my face. I was so horny that I hungrily gobbled him down.

He fucked my mouth and then pulled out to move around behind me. I heard Jeremiah chuckle, “Ever feel what a pussy does to a guy’s cock when a lass loses her head, Bob?” Then he reached for the lever as Robert thrust inside me, eagerly fucking me like a maniac.

It was erotic as hell, especially when I considered how easy it would be for Jeremiah to pull that lever. But I wasn’t so sure he even needed to give it a pull! The guillotine rocked so hard from Bob’s thrusts I was deathly afraid he was actually going to bring the blade down on my neck!

“Here it comes, love!” he cried out. Then he rammed his cock in good and hard. He grunted his release as I screamed from another orgasm, my trembling body shuddering in ecstasy as he pumped me full of his hot, creamy load.

“Room soundproofed?” Robert asked with a chuckle as he pulled out and came around front. Then he stuck his dripping cock right in front of my face to clean him off. Naturally I did what was expected of me by gulping him down and slurping him clean.

“Let’s hope so,” Jeremiah replied, the amusement evident in his voice. “I’d hate for one of the women to come down, see her husband fucking Dorothy and get angry enough to pull the lever.” I jolted in fearful arousal at his words, feeling frightened how this night could possibly end for me… and yet feeling horny as hell!

Robert pulled out of my mouth, zipped up and then left. That left me all alone with Jeremiah. He reached under my skirt and wriggled his fingers in my soaked pussy until I was moaning and squirming with lust. Then he came around front.

“You are wet as bloody hell, love,” he told me, grabbing my head and pushing his sticky fingers in my mouth. “Clean ‘em off for me, would you, darling? I’m sure Beatrice will be sending down more cocks for you any minute now.”

Marvin appeared in the doorway a couple minutes later. “Damn, buddy; your wife was right!” he gasped as he unzipped his fly. “You’ve got the town slut all ready for fucking down here!” Then he stepped forward with that lovely cock of his. I wasted no time slobbering all over it, getting it ready to penetrate me.

Marvin and I usually get together twice a year: once during the bank holiday in early summer and again here at Halloween. He usually makes arrangements to send his wife Leanne out of town so we can have a little alone time together. But I noticed she was upstairs in a Little Bo Peep costume. It made me nervous as hell knowing she could come down here at any minute and catch her husband giving me a good shag… which only added to my arousal.

“Lee’s upstairs, love, so let’s not scream too loudly, ok?” Then he forced his cock right down my throat. I gagged and gurgled on it as Jeremiah hovered around enjoying the show, telling me to make sure and get it nice and wet for his good friend so he could fuck me with it.

After three or four minutes Marvin pulled out and went to my other end. I gasped with anticipation, trembling like crazy. Then he flipped my skirt up and slid right inside me, fucking me hard and making the bloody guillotine rock with his thrusts.

I cried out with excitement as well as the fear he might jar that bloody blade loose. Then I was screaming again from another orgasm. Jeremiah quickly stepped up and covered my mouth with his hand, chuckling as he told me, “That one was just a bit loud, love.” Then I felt Marvin add to the many cum deposits already left in my womb, making me grunt and moan with delirious ecstasy.

Beatrice came down just in time to see Marvin pull out and come around front to thrust his cock into my mouth. I tasted all the cream covering it from my many fucks, and my eyes rolled in ecstasy. She grinned at me and observed aloud how the town slut looked like she was really enjoying herself. Then she told her husband he’d better go back upstairs and make an appearance before some of the guests started getting suspicious.

“Enjoy yourself, love,” Jeremiah told me as he headed out the door. But he almost ran into Craig and Joseph who had come back downstairs looking for me. This time I knew what I was in for: those two bloody bastards just love my arse!

“She’s all ready for you, lads,” Beatrice proclaimed with a grand wave.

“I’m first,” Craig declared as he quickly unzipped. His familiar cock emerged out of his trousers and was quickly thrust into my mouth. “I’ve been waiting for months to fuck that arse of yours, love!” he gasped excitedly.

I sucked on his cock for the second time that night, working to get him extra wet for my bum. Then he pulled out and moved around back as Joseph moved in front of my face with his cock already pulled out. “Together,” I heard Craig declare behind me. That’s when I heard Beatrice giggle, “Watching this is going to make me so bloody horny!”

I felt Craig push against my sphincter as Joseph placed his cock right against my lips. Then with a “one… two… THREE!” they shoved in together. I screamed into the cock in my mouth as my arse parted for Craig’s thrusting member.

Beatrice thought that was funny as hell, and she giggled as the lads fucked me hard in both ends. The guillotine began to rock again, and I found myself both horrified and yet insanely aroused. I was deathly afraid the blade could come down and take my head at any moment! What the hell would Beatrice tell my James and the kids if THAT ever happened tonight??!!

I heard female voices on the other side of the door, and it jolted me with a humiliating arousal. Then Mitzy and Brenda came down with their dates, two guys I did not recognize. “Oh fuck; she’s getting it in both ends!” Brenda observed.

“That is so fucking hot!” Mitzy slurred.

“That’s because Craig is giving it to her in her arse,” Beatrice chuckled.

“Cumming in her arse, you mean!” Craig corrected them as he grunted and then thrust hard. I screamed into Joseph’s cock filling my mouth as Craig’s hot seed started to fill my arse. Then I was hit with yet another devastating orgasm.

The guys pulled out and changed positions before I could catch my breath. “Oh FUCK!” ditzy Mitzy blurted out. She’s not the brightest bulb of the girlfriends I know so I sometimes call her ‘ditzy Mitzy’, although she can be just as slutty as I am. And she thinks it’s so hot the way I take the guys on like I do. She and Brenda don’t judge me about it in the slightest.

I soon found myself tasting the tang of Craig’s cock having come out of my arse. But if anything it made me even hornier. Then I felt Joseph taking his turn in my arse, grunting and thrusting as the guillotine rocked. For a minute there I thought the blade was coming down, and it scared the shit out of me as I was hit with a massive jolt of erotic tingles!

“Hey, Riwa; fuck her mouth!” Mitzy declared with a drunken giggle, pushing her date toward me. I could tell he had a massive bulge in his trousers. He gave her a look before Beatrice waved him to “Go right ahead, hun; you might as well step in and enjoy yourself! Dorothy won’t mind one bit; will you, love!”

“Give it to me!” I begged him, horny as hell and drunk from my many orgasms. I watched hungrily as he unzipped and pulled it out. Then he slid that wonderful piece of man meat right between my lips.

I moaned as I sucked and slurped on his quivering member, occasionally grunting as Joseph gave it to me good and hard up my arse. Then I felt him unload deep in my rectum. I screamed again in delirious orgasm into the cock in my mouth.

“That is so fucking HOT!” Mitzy blurted out drunkenly. Brenda just shook her head and chuckled. Then Mitzy told Joseph she would take care of cleaning him up before telling her date, “Go ahead and fuck Dorothy now, Riwa. The town slut will love you for it!”

I was not surprised one bit when Mitzy got in on the act by dropping to her knees. Then she proceeded to clean Joseph’s cock with a vengeance, sucking and slurping like crazy. Then a new male entered the room.

“Tom!” Mitzy blurted out, drunkenly waving him over to her. “Take that cock out of your pants and let me at it before you take on Dorothy!”

About that time I felt Riwa’s cock slowly push its way inside my wet pussy. There was lots of spunk inside, and I hoped he was ok with sloppy fourths or fifths. Then he started thrusting nice and hard as Mitzy knelt there right in front of me taking two cocks at once!

Several of the guys stuck around to watch, thinking it was hot as hell. Beatrice just stood there with an amused look on her face. The Halloween party she and Jeremiah were hosting was turning into a real orgy.

Tom finally pulled out of Mitzy’s mouth, only to come over and shove his cock between my lips. I groaned again, a happy slut full of cock in both ends. Riwa was really giving it to me good, and I could feel a really big orgasm coming on strong.

About that time I thought I heard voices out beyond the door. A familiar female voice was demanding, “Where is that bloody wanker?” while Jeremiah’s voice was anxiously replying, “You really don’t want to go in there, love.” Then Francine Nelson emerged through the doorway and stared in complete and utter shock.

She caught sight of her husband fucking my mouth, and for a moment she just stared in astonishment. Mitzy did NOT help out the situation any when she drunkenly calling out, “Hey, ‘Frigid Francine! Get on your knees and come join the party! Tom’s going to give it to everyone!” Everybody else just gasped, especially since they could see the fury blossoming all over Francine’s face.

“Is THIS the slut you’ve been fucking??!!” she called out in a drunken voice, angrily accusing her husband of enjoying my slutty ways. Then she pulled him away from me. His cock came out of my mouth with a pop as I had been vacuuming his tasty dick mere moments ago.

I looked up at her in embarrassment as a wave of humiliation flooded over me. Riwa was still in my pussy, and I felt a shamefully devastating orgasm start to crest. Then she walked right up and called me a whore before angrily jerking on the lever.

I thought I heard Jeremiah start to blurt out, “Francine; NO!” Then I felt a sharp pain go right through my neck. It instantly severed me from the huge orgasm I was starting to experience as my world tumbled.

For a moment I couldn’t see a bloody thing, although I could hear the entire room gasp in utter horror. Then I came up out of the basket and found myself staring into Francine’s angry visage. “Never again, you fucking whore!” she declared angrily. “Never again! See what your whoring ways have gotten you?”

My vision shifted until I was turned to face the guillotine. That’s when I saw a dying body – MY BODY – bucking and spasming on the bascule. It was twitching and jerking around with Riwa still fucking it. He had a strange look on his face as though he didn’t know whether to keep fucking or pull out. Ultimately he stayed inside my dying cunt. Either he just couldn’t make himself pull out… or he really didn’t WANT to at that moment!

I only had a few more seconds of vision and consciousness as Francine waved my head around like Thor’s hammer, drops of crimson flying from my severed, bloody neck. I actually got to see glimpses of the shocked looks of everyone in the room. Then my vision finally faded… only for me to somehow find myself clear up in the ceiling looking down on the whole sordid affair as some sort of silent, ghostly observer!

“THIS is what I think of your town WHORE!” Francine declared drunkenly to her husband, angrily shaking my head in his direction with her hand grasping my golden strands. More blood droplets fell out of my severed neck and splattered the hardwood floor.

“Honey, I don’t think you should have done that,” Tom answered quietly, having gone sober as can be. She just pushed into his chest, shoving him away as she angrily blurted out. “Sod off, you bloody bastard!”

Ditzy Mistzy was in awe of what had just happened. “That is so COOL!” she drunkenly blurted out in amazement. “How did you DO that?”

“Do what?” Francine asked as she spun around in her direction in astonishment, still animatedly waving my severed head around.

“It looks so REAL! …and all that ketchup… Francine, how did you DO that??!! Can I do it too?”

To everyone’s amazement she pulled the blade back up and locked it into place. I don’t know how she did it, drunk as a skunk and all. Then as Riwa was pulling out of me with his cock leaking cum, she unstrapped me before pushing my dead, headless body right off the bascule, causing it to tumble onto the floor.

Amazingly she climbed right on, stretching herself out on the bascule with her ass hanging out and her legs hanging down. She pulled the top of the lunette off, discarding it as she stuck her head right on through. I couldn’t believe what she was doing! But everybody else was too numb with shock at Francine having just taken my head to do anything to stop her!

I KNOW Mitzy had to have seen all that blood staining the bottom of the wicker basket. But apparently she was totally clueless. What she said next did her in…

“Hey, Tom! Come fuck my mouth like you fucked Dorothy’s, ok? Then ‘Frigid Francine’ can kneel on the floor and have a turn!”

“THE HELL I WILL!” a drunken Francine roared as she reached up for the lever. Jeremiah rushed forward in a frantic attempt to stop her. No one else got there in time as the blade plummeted. Ditzy Mitzy found out in that last split second it was NOT a magic trick as her head dropped right into the bloody wicker basket below

“Francine!” Tom declared angrily. “Why the bloody hell did you DO that??”

“She was ASKING for it!” she cried out as she reached into the wicker basket. Then she grasped onto a handful of brown strands and pulled Mitzy’s head out with her other hand. Now she was waving around TWO heads, both with shocked looks on their faces.

Mitzy’s eyes blinked once out of total surprise. Then the life faded right out of her eyes as her expression sagged. That’s when she suddenly joined me up in the ceiling, staring down at the whole scene below and murmuring, “What the hell just happened??” All I could do was shake my head at her.

“Let me take those from you, love,” Beatrice said kindly to Francine, reaching out and grasping onto both heads by their hair.

“Better take her home, Tom,” Jeremiah told him soberly. Tom nodded quietly, wrapped his arms around his wife and then ushered her right out of the room. Everyone else just stared at all the blood on the floor before heading for the door, deciding perhaps it wasn’t the best thing to be caught sticking around the crime scene. That left Riwa, Beatrice and Jeremiah as the only ones left… them and a couple of twitching headless corpses.

“Well, darling?” Jeremiah said to his wife with a wry smile. “It wasn’t exactly how I planned the evening to conclude, although the results are pretty much the same. In the end Francine ended up doing what James wanted us to do to his wife the whole time. Well now he’s got his wish. Now he can freely enjoy that girl he’s been seeing down at the office so he can give his kids a new mother.”

“I don’t think Mitzy was part of the plot,” she sighed, sadly shaking her head.

“Nope; I don’t think so either. I guess Francine was more than a little pissed with them both.”

I stared down in horror before turning to look at Mitzy. “Did you KNOW about this??” I inquired incredulously, asking about the plot against me instigated by my husband. She just numbly shook her head. I think she was still in shock that our heads were now in the hands of our hostess.

“Well, Riwa?” Beatrice said to Mitzy’s date with a smile. “I guess you weren’t expecting this, were you.” Then she smiled coyly as she added, “Do you mind if I ask what it felt like?”

He blushed and lowered his head sheepishly. “To tell the truth, it felt incredible,” he admitted. “Her pussy started spasming and clenching like crazy. I think she was cumming when the blade fell, and I guess her body just kept cumming and cumming.”

“So what do we do with them now?” she asked her husband.

“May I make a suggestion?” That’s when they both turned curiously in Riwa’s direction.

“I know of a farm with a big slurry pit. I can drop the bodies and heads in there, and no one will ever find them again. Hell, no one will even want to get CLOSE to the bloody thing.”

“Perfect,” Beatrice said with a smile. “I think Francine would approve… that is, if she even remembers in the morning what happened tonight. The town slut and her drunken girlfriend… tossed into a pit of shit. Seems fitting I guess.” Then she handed both heads over to Riwa.

He grabbed them both by handfuls of hair, looking at our sagging, lifeless expressions as though wondering, “What the hell am I supposed to do with THESE?”

“Oh, sorry,” Beatrice chuckled sheepishly as she took them back. “Darling would you go get something for Riwa to use to transport these items out of here? Then it looks like I’ve got a big mess to clean up down here.”

“Certainly, love,” he told her. Then he leaned over and kissed her lips. Mitzy and I looked at each other up there in the ceiling as the both of us silently wondered, “Now what??”

—

We both found ourselves in the boot of a car with our bodies in a couple of plastic sheets and our heads in a box. Mitzy was uncomfortable as hell wondering where Riwa was taking us. “Is this what being dead is like?” she finally asked.” I shrugged my shoulders; I didn’t know.

He drove us for an hour until he pulled onto a farm and drove around back. I don’t think anyone saw him at all. Then he parked near a big, stinky slurry pit.

The smell was atrocious! Mitzy and I wrinkled our noses in disgust! It was amazing how we could even smell the bloody stuff being all dead and everything!

He pulled our bodies out and then dragged them over to the edge of the pit. The smell was overpowering; it was bloody awful. Then Mitzy got the shakes something fierce as she started shaking her head, loudly blurting out, “Don’t put us in there?!”

“Mitzy, he can’t hear us, remember?” But she cried out all the louder, “DON’T PUT US IN THERE!!”

He examined her headless corpse for a couple of seconds, feeling her up and admiring her curves. “Sorry, love,” he told her as he hefted her in. Mitzy screamed right next to me… and then she was gone. She simply vanished!

Bloody hell??!!

I got the shakes something fierce as he grabbed my body and dragged me over. Now I was starting to get deathly afraid, not that it was doing me any good. “You were a good fuck, love,” he told my body, caressing my boobs and feeling my slit. I was still wet and full of cum. Then he started to throw me in…

“NO; DON’T!” Then it disappeared under the surface. It’s as though I was yanked right along with it, and I went right in!

It was nasty; there was shit everywhere! Strangely it was as though I could somehow taste it… smell it… feel it… touch it! It felt like I was drowning in shit, and it was absolutely horrible!!

I heard a bubbly scream and I turned to look. I could actually see poor Mitzy writhing in agony right next to her corpse. She wanted out in the worst way, but I couldn’t see how it was going to happen unless someone came along and pulled our bodies out of here. And that seemed highly unlikely.

All of the sudden there were a couple of big splats. That’s when I saw our severed heads coming down to join us. I saw the look of shocked ecstasy in my features, saw the look in Mitzy’s face at the moment the blade fell. It looked like she was trying to say, “Oh, shit!” but all she did was form the ‘O’ with her lips just as the blade sliced through her neck…

…and then it felt like I was cumming… cumming and screaming and eating shit and writhing and squirming, condemned to drown in a pit of shit for all eternity for being the town slut. I hadn’t found out until it was too late this was James plan all along to get rid of me so he could replace me with somebody else…

© 2015 (written for Dorothy Oct 7 ’15 by riwa)

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Janet and the horny dolphin 2.8 (4)

Posted on October 12, 2015 by riwa

I waded out into the inlet for a swim in my latex suit and swimcap.

J1I was feeling frisky, and I felt my water “needed my presence”. I was looking forward to an arousing swim.

J2I heard a splash and I turned to look. There was a dolphin in the inlet with me, one who came right up to me. There was only one dolphin I knew who was friendly with me, so I knew this one had to be Jake.

J3He swam right up to me, appearing happy to see me. Then I got the impression he was REALLY happy to see me when he stuck his nose into my crotch. ‘Jake just found my love nest!’ I thought to myself. ‘I think he wants to make love to me!’

J4He rolled over onto his back, displaying a rather noticeable erection. “Oh my goodness!” I blurted out. “I see I’m going to have to take care of that large penis!” Under the surface Jake nodded his head as though he’d not only heard me, but that was exactly what he wanted me to do.

J5I climbed onto Jake as he remained on his back. Then I eased his penis inside the crotch of my suit. ‘I’ll keep it right here but not inside me,’ I thought. ‘That way I can simulate making love to him without him being inside me and harming me with his member!’

J6Maybe Jake thought he was inside me the way my latex suit rubbed his penis. All I know is he took me for a little ride on his back, thrusting upward as he used his tail to propel us along. We were both just below the surface, and I held my breath as he thrust into my latex.

J7He must have been really horny because it wasn’t long until he shot his load. I know he came because it got all warm and sticky inside me. It felt so good that I had an orgasm of my own, squirting my pleasure.

After that Jake got limp. He seemed to be happy, so he took off. I just floated there on my back, luxuriating in the bliss of the orgasm I’d just experienced. I told myself I could go through that all over again if it meant I would have another one.

J8© 2015

(written for Skip and Janet Feb 3 by riwa)

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Into the Iron Maiden 4.1 (17)

Posted on October 6, 2015 by riwa

My mind is not on the Halloween party you have brought me to in this creepy old castle, but rather the object you claim is down in the dungeon. I can’t stop obsessing about it! “Take me to it; I want to see it!” I finally whisper into your ear. “Fuck; I need to see it!”

We sneak away from the party as you lead me down to the dungeon. Down here they have lit torches along the walls for added effect. Then we round the corner.

My breath catches in my throat as I gaze upon it over against the far wall. I’m wet as hell and I start to tremble. My knees buckle and you come up from behind and catch me before I crumple.

“You want to see what’s inside; don’t you, baby,” you breathe into my ear. I’m trembling like crazy as I nod my assent. “Then take your clothes off,” you suggest to me.

I’m numb as I strip out of my Halloween costume I wore to the party, never noticing you are also stripping out of yours as well. But I can’t take my eyes off it; it’s so incredibly breathtaking! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to see one in person.

I’m wet as hell, my arousal shamefully slithering down my legs. “Is it functional?” I ask in a trembling voice. In answer you push me slowly towards the Iron Maiden.

My mouth is so dry that I keep licking my lips. I can feel your cock pressing up against me from behind as you nudge me toward it. You are so hard it must hurt like hell!

I turn to look at you… look back at the device of my dreams… look back at you again. My eyes reflect my wonderment… my unspoken inquiry as to whether this is really happening to me or not. But I still go towards the Iron Maiden one faltering step at a time.

I don’t know how I can tell; I just know that once I am in there I am a dead girl. I can hardly speak as I whisper in a trembling voice, “Are you really going to do this to me?”

I turn to face you questioningly, but you don`t say a word. It makes no difference; I can see it in your eyes. You just keep pushing me closer and closer… gently pushing me toward my doom!

My emotions are on overload as my body trembles like mad. I can feel your warm flesh against my back as you keep nudging me forward. Your cock is so hard; you must want this every bit as much as I do!

When we reach the Maiden I reach out and caress the cold, hard surface. It gives me a jolt of arousal like you wouldn’t believe. Then you reach out and grab the door, the hinges creaking as it slowly opens.

The deadly spikes are all there waiting for me, and my breath catches in my throat again. A low moan escapes my lips as my pussy drips from an insane arousal. Then I slowly I turn my back to it and face you.

You sensuously run your hands all over my trembling body, and I let out a low moan. Our eyes lock onto each other; mine filled with fear while yours are filled with lust. I know now that I am truly a dead girl; this will be my last Halloween with you. But I cannot help myself.

I shiver from an incredible arousal. Then I find myself speaking to you in a voice I can hardly recognize. “Put me in, baby. Put me in and close the door.” Is it really me who uttered those words???

You gently lift me up off my feet and then place me inside the Maiden. Almost immediately I wet myself as I gasp for breath. Then you kiss my lips before stepping back, one hand ominously on the door.

“Do it, baby!” I whisper anxiously in a trembling voice. “Give me to the Maiden!” I am so insane with arousal, so crazed with giving the both of us this special pleasure that I can hardly stand myself!

There is the faintest flicker of a smile on your lips as you start to close the door. Instantly I am hit with the most amazing orgasm! The last thing you see is my head thrown back, my body shuddering in ecstasy. Then you start to push it closed.

The numerous spikes burst into my body; my boobs, my tummy, my legs. I feel them seemingly penetrating everywhere into my soft flesh! That’s when my ecstasy morphs into shrieks of agony.

You see my eyes open wide in erotic horror through the rectangular two by three inch opening in the head region of the Maiden. And of course I can see yours. You can see my horror and I can see your erotic cruelty. Then you hear me cry out, “BABY, I LOVE YOU FOR THIS!”

Exhaustion sets in as I moan softly. In my spiked tomb there is silence save for the sound of little droplets of blood splattering onto the floor of my upright, spiked coffin. Then my blood begins to trickle out through the bottom of the deadly door.

You cannot stand it any longer as you grab your cock and stroke it. It spurts its load, and your cum splatters all over the Maiden’s door in appreciation of my agony. Knowing my mangled corpse is inside makes you keep pumping your impressive load while I watch in wide-eyed horror through the opening cut in the door near the top.

When you are finished spurting, you blow me a kiss goodbye. Then you turn and casually walk away to fetch your clothes and return to the party sans one date. You are satisfied with a job well done as another Maiden has been satisfied on this Halloween night.

I watch as you walk away, knowing you are leaving me behind to bleed out… to die a horrible death. Then it swells within me once more. That’s when you hear my last dying breath echo behind you…

“OH MY GOD, I`M CUMMING AGAIN!”

© 2012; 2015 (written Oct 15 ’12; ed. Oct 6 ‘15 by riwa)

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Cumming and going 2.7 (3)

Posted on September 30, 2015 by riwa

The double-ended dildo we shared felt wonderful. I was actually clenching onto my end, straddling Terrie while fucking her with it. It was a nice long, leisurely fuck, the two of us moaning our lust as I came down on her sexy body.

“Choke me, baby,” she whispered as she panted heavily. “Choke me just a little, ok? It really gets me off.” So I wrapped my hands around her throat and gave her a squeeze.

You can’t imagine how her body reacted when I did that to her, writhing and thrashing about underneath me. Her breath rasped sexily as I playfully squeezed harder and then let up. “Harder!” she pleaded. “It makes me cum so very hard!”

“You know me, baby; I am to please.” And with that I squeezed even harder.

She began to struggle beneath me, arching her back as though trying to buck me off. I eased my grip again, but she just begged me to strangle her harder. So I wrapped my hands a little tighter around her pulsing throat.

The first time she came caught me totally by surprise. But it was a wonderful surprise seeing her orgasm beneath me, her eyes rolling as she tried to scream her ecstasy. Naturally I was squeezing hard enough to cut off her orgasmic cries.

When I released my grip on her throat she panted heavily for breath, her eyes all glazed over from that look of euphoric rapture. I clenched onto my end of the double ended dildo and began those slow, gentle thrusts again, giving her a nice, sensuous fuck. “Gawd, baby,” she whimpered.  “I’m out of breath.”

“But isn’t that the way you like it?” I purred at her as I gently squeezed my hands around her throat again. “You said it makes you cum so very hard.”

“Got to… catch my… breath!” she rasped, starting to struggle beneath me again. I could smell the aroma of our flowing juices, of our coupling together. It made me giddy with lust, giddy to take her even farther.

“Why don’t I bring you closer to the edge, baby,” I purred seductively as I strangled her harder. Her body began to buck deliciously, our tits rubbing together as she writhed underneath me.

Her tongue peeked out of her mouth as she rasped for breath… “Please… not so… hard… can’t… breathe…”

“Oh, so now you want me not to choke you so hard?” I giggled. “I thought you liked it hard.” Then I sadistically increased the pressure to her throat.

She bucked and shuddered deliciously underneath me until orgasm number 2 made its glorious appearance. Then I eased my grip, allowing her to gasp wildly for breath. Her eyes were all glazed over again from having cum so hard.

I was almost there, but I’d been deliberately holding back. Maybe one more would push us both over the edge? “Gawd, you’re sexy as hell when I choke you out,” I breathed seductively at her. “How about we try one more, ok? Maybe I should take you all the way?”

“Wait!” she rasped. But before she could say anymore my hands tightened around her throat again as once more I began thrusting harder clenching onto my end of the double-ended dildo.

“Can’t catch…. my breath…”

“Who says you need to breathe?” I purred with a giggle. “It’ll only interfere with that orgasm you want.”

She really began to buck and struggle underneath me. It was a hell of a turn-on and it made me squeeze her neck even harder. “Don’t you want to cum as you die?” I breathed into her face.

I think she panicked a little as she tried to buck me off.  Then her hands came up and tried to wrap around my own throat. For a moment I felt an erotic stab of worry as it really jolted my throbbing pussy. Then her hands fell away; she was too exhausted, especially from her recent, powerful orgasms.

“I’m almost there,” I purred quietly at her as she weakly struggled underneath me. “C’mon, baby; I want you to cum for me. Because when you cum and go I’m going to cum so very, very hard.”

Her lips moved as though she was trying to talk me out of it. But all I heard were cute little rasping sounds. “Give it up for me, Terrie,” I whispered seductively to her, enjoying the sight of that tongue poking out again.

She suddenly found a burst of energy as she started to buck and shudder beneath me. That’s when I squeezed her throat just as hard as I could as it swelled within me. “YES… YES… I’M CUMMING TOO!” I cried out, my own body humping her violently as I clenched my end of that double-ended dildo and fucked her senseless with it. She was cumming and going… and it was erotic as hell!!

She suddenly went limp underneath me, her eyes all glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling. I felt her throat with my fingers for a pulse but there was none. She’d cum and gone… and I’d ridden her to my own glorious orgasm in the process.

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Gawd, baby; that was incredible!” I gasped, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. “Was it good for you too?” Then I took a sniff and detected the heady aroma of our flowing juices.

“You must have really cum hard, baby,” I panted breathlessly. “I can really smell it! That one must have been the biggest one yet!” Then I giggled as I leaned closer.

“Dying orgasms are the best, aren’t they, baby? Yours was Grade A, number 1!”

I kissed my way down her body until I found her really hard nipples which I thoroughly enjoyed sucking on. My end of the dildo slid out as I kissed further down until I found her nub and sucked on that too. Her cunt was a sexy wet mess with her end of the dildo still sticking inside.

I pulled it out and feasted on her flowing juices, sucking and slurping away to my heart’s content. A couple times I thought her body twitched and jerked on me as though she was responding to it or something. So I grabbed the double-ended dildo and thrust it hard back into her wet cunt.

I fucked her really hard with it, enjoying the way her lifeless body rocked with my thrusts. She twitched and spasmed a little more, perhaps a result of dying nerve impulses. But I like to think I gave her a nice, sexy little death orgasm, not that she ever could have felt it.

I pulled her end of the dildo out of her cunt and began licking and sucking on it. I swallowed it until I was deep-throating it, savoring the flavor from her twitching dead cunt. Then I pushed it back inside her pussy, thrusting as hard and deep as I could.

I don’t know why, but something told me she wanted to be found that way… fucked and strangled to death. So that’s the way I left her…

© 2015

(written for Terrie St. A Apr 7 by riwa)

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

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Dude Ranch Barbecue 4.3 (39)

Posted on September 24, 2015 by riwa

Dorothy had been watching the evening news when she got a knock on her door. It was her sister Emma from down the street. She had this incredulous look on her face as though something strange had happened.

“Hello, love,” Dorothy said with a smile. “Need me to babysit again?” She enjoyed playing aunt to her young niece.

“You’ll never believe what happened!” Emma blurted out. “I filled out some silly form for a contest, and you’ll never guess what happened!! I WON!!”

“Oh?” Dorothy replied, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “What did you win?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but I won this trip to the American southwest – all expenses paid for! I’m going to a dude ranch! I’ll get to ride horses and eat barbecue and EVERYTHING!”

Dorothy had to laugh. “I really don’t see you as the Western type, love,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “At least you and James will have a nice time.”

“But that’s just it!” Emma blurted out. “James has to work so he’ll be watching little Emma while I’m gone! I’m allowed to take someone with me and I thought you might as well come along! Bloody hell, love; it’s all paid for! You might as well take a holiday from work! You certainly need it! It’s only for a couple days! They fly you over to America and you stay at this dude ranch for a couple days and then they fly you back!”

“I don’t see me as being the Western type either, love,” Dorothy chuckled. “But you’re right about one thing: I COULD use the time off work.” Then she wrinkled her nose as she added, “Can you see the two of us riding horses and spitting chewing tobacco?”

“Oh get serious, Dottie!” Emma said in exasperation. “Are you coming or not? It’s set for next week and I have just enough time to make arrangements! That should give you time to move your clients around at work so you can take a few days off.”

Dorothy only had to think about it for a moment or two. Work had been rather stressful lately, and she realized she could certainly use the time away. “Ok, love; you talked me into it!” she said with a smile. Emma gave her a hug, telling her she was looking forward to it. Besides, they hadn’t done anything as sisters lately, and this promised to be quite an adventure together…

—

A week later the two landed in New York where they caught a connecting flight to Phoenix. Dorothy still couldn’t believe how excited her sister was about the whole thing. At least being in the United States was proving to be an enjoyable experience.

They landed in Phoenix where a chauffeured limousine was waiting for them. Emma was thrilled while Dorothy was confused. “This is all for us?” she asked in astonishment.

“Yes, ma’am,” their driver said, his speech giving away his Southwestern drawl. “I’ve been instructed to drive you both there in style.” Emma was heady with excitement while her sister still couldn’t believe the treatment they were getting.

There was champagne and appetizers awaiting them when they stepped inside. Dorothy nearly melted into the soft, cushioned seats. Emma beamed as she helped herself to a bottle chilling in a bucket of ice.

“What did I tell you!” she gushed, happily popping the cork and then pouring them both a drink. “I told you I won this contest, love!” All Dorothy could do was shake her head in amazement.

They helped themselves to drinks and hors d’oeuvres for the long drive. After awhile, both sisters became more than a little intoxicated. They giggled like schoolgirls, excited to be on the road to a real western dude ranch.

When they arrived they discovered the place was quite busy. There were vehicles in the parking lot from all over the country, the varied license plates representing numerous states. There were cowboys escorting female city slickers around, while over in a corral they could see tourists mounting horses for a ride around the ranch. The smell of barbecuing meat hung heavy in the air.

Dorothy was embarrassed she and her sister stood out like sore thumbs all dressed up in their English skirts and tops. But as the chauffer escorted them in through an opening in the fence they saw people smiling cheerfully at them. Besides, their alcoholic intake had helped numb them sufficiently so that they were feeling no pain.

They were escorted through the milling crowd of cowboys, tourists and horses over to what appeared to be a sizeable barbecue pit. The smell of roasting meat was tantalizing, and it made Dorothy’s mouth water. “I could go for a little barbecue myself,” she told her sister with a chuckle.

“Welcome, ladies!” a man cheerfully proclaimed as he walked up to them. He was dressed in the typical western wear, a large apron indicating he was one of the cooks. “The winner of the contest?” he asked, looking back and forth between them.

“That would be me,” Emma replied with a giggle, tapping her chest with a finger. “My husband couldn’t make it so I brought my sister along.”

“Splendid!” the man responded happily, clapping his hands together. “As you can see, we’ve got the pits going and we’ve got quite a hungry crowd! This way, please!”

Dorothy and Emma followed him to two rather conspicuous tables. Dorothy thought it odd they hadn’t seen anything cooking in their immediate vicinity. But the air was heavy with the aroma of various kinds of roasting meats, so something was obviously cooking somewhere nearby.

She could make out the delicious aroma of poultry and beef… and was that ham she detected? There were other smells she couldn’t distinguish, a flavor of meat she could not identify. But she could easily smell the distinct aroma of charcoal and hickory which were giving everything a wonderful seasoning.

Several people were standing around outside a fenced off area as though they had gathered to watch. There were whoops and hollers over the attractiveness of the two English guests. Emma blushed as Dorothy felt a pleasant warmth spread between her legs at all the attention they were getting, especially from the males.

All of the sudden two cowboys with long, metal poles stepped forward, much to the cheers of the gathering crowd. “I see the boys are ready, ladies,” the chef told them. “Now if you’ll get out of those clothes and onto the table we’ll get started.”

“Out of our clothes?” Emma stammered in shock.

“Get started?” Dorothy blurted out in alarm as a chill ran down her spine. “Get started for what?”

“Why get started with the spitting, of course!” The crowd laughed and applauded at that.

“What?” Emma gasped nervously. She looked all around as though seeking an exit. But there were people everywhere with cowboys standing at the ready to lend a hand if necessary.

“I don’t understand!” Dorothy blurted out. Then she caught a glimpse of the roasting pits a short distance away, and she blanched at what she saw…

Naked women were rotating on spits, metal poles impaling them from head to crotch!

“Bloody hell!” she gasped. Then she turned in horror to her sister. “They’re going to barbecue us, love!”

“What? NO!” Emma blanched in horror. The crowd laughed again as the chef smiled at them.

“Well, ladies,” he told them. “We can do this the easy way… or we can do it the hard way. “It’s totally your choice, of course.” Other cowboys stepped closer as though indicating they were ready and willing if not downright eager to assist.

“Bloody hell!” Dorothy murmured to her sister. “What kind of a contest did you enter?? You just turned us into the afternoon meal!” Then she promptly wet herself.

“S-sorry, love!” Emma stammered. Then she nervously looked all around. When a couple of cowboys took another ominous step forward, she blurted out, “All right – all right; we’re getting undressed!”

Dorothy was red-faced as she began to work herself out of her skirt and blouse. There were more whoops and hollers, from females as well as males. “I hear British birds are good eatin’!” Some cowboy hollered out, causing the crowd to laugh and cheer. That’s when Dorothy’s sister Emma wet herself.

Both ladies finished undressing, self-consciously trying to cover their private parts as the milling crowd looked on with eagerness. They were instructed to climb onto the metal tables and lie on their backs. The surface wasn’t long enough to fully support them, causing their legs to bend at the knees as their heads hung over the ends of their tables.

“How about a last fuck?” a male spectator called out.

“Yeah; flavor the meat!” a female added with a laugh.

“All right, folks!” the chef agreed, summoning a couple cowboys to step forward. “Richard and Roland here have been working hard all day! I’d say they’ve earned a reward, wouldn’t you?”

There were more whoops, catcalls and applause as two cowboys stepped forward. Both of them shed their jeans, revealing rather noticeable erections. Dorothy and Emma couldn’t see them as their heads were tipped back. But they trembled with fright each time the crowd laughed and cheered.

Dorothy felt her cock first, gasping and whimpering as it started to push its way inside. “Hey; she’s already wet!” Richard proclaimed. Dorothy whimpered with embarrassment as he began to thrust in and out of her as she lay right there on the preparing table.

Next to her she heard her sister start to grunt from each thrust she was given. Dorothy turned her head to look over at her sister. She saw Emma all red-faced, an expression of shame and embarrassment in her features as she mewled from her fucking. “At least we’re getting one last shag, love” she whispered encouragingly to her.

She suddenly heard someone tell the cook to put their mouths to use since their heads were tipped back in such a tempting position. The chef said something unintelligible and Dorothy stiffened, whimpering as her pussy was royally fucked. Then she thought she heard two more zippers as the crowd cheered again.

A cock suddenly appeared within her line of sight. Resigning herself to her fate, Dorothy dutifully opened her mouth. “Hey, she wants her last protein shake!” a watchful cowboy called out to the crowd, eliciting more laughter.

Dorothy grunted and gurgled, her body rocking from a cock in each end. She tried to look over at her sister but she couldn’t see her very well. It was embarrassing as hell, being fucked in both ends while what felt like the whole bloody United States looked on!!

All of the sudden she felt the cock in her pussy explode, filling her with a satisfying warmth. It was too much for her overly excited, humiliated body to take. Dorothy screamed into the cock in her mouth as she orgasmed shamefully on her table.

“Give ‘em a few more; we’ve got plenty of time!” a spectator with that southwestern drawl called out. There was more laughter and cheers. The cock pulled out of Dorothy’s pussy, only to be replaced by another.

It was horrifying; it was embarrassing; it was humiliating as hell! They were being prepared for slaughter by being fucked in both ends! Then the cock went off in her mouth, leaving cum dripping down her face and into her eyes before a second cock replaced the first one.

It seemed like their fucking lasted forever, although it probably wasn’t more than a good fifteen or twenty minutes. Dorothy even heard her sister cry out in orgasm a couple of times! It was erotic as hell, and it was enough to trigger a second climax of her own.

It happened without warning while she still had a cock in her mouth. One minute she was being throat-fucked, the next her pussy was being filled with hard steel. Hands suddenly grabbed her arms and legs to hold her in place while others pushed down on her sides. She hadn’t even heard them make an announcement or anything!!

All of the sudden she heard a muffled scream from her sister. She managed to glance over enough to see the poor thing writhing like crazy with yet another cock forced into her mouth. Several cowboys were holding her down to steady her. But she could just make out some cowboy forcing a pole in between her legs.

Dorothy felt a painful rupture inside her; the pole had penetrated her cervix. The agony was horrific and she screamed anew. Then she understood why her sister was writhing around as all those hands pushed down to steady her. She was going through a similar torture, and she writhed against the hands that sought to steady her.

The pain pushed into her stomach, moving around inside like an alien invader. Then she felt it start up her esophagus. Dorothy began to writhe anew, coughing as she instinctively tried to fight against the metallic invader that seemed to want to kill her from the inside out!

All of the sudden Emma’s screams became all too clear as the cock left its deposit in her mouth and then withdrew. Then she was gagging and gurgling as though she was choking to death. Dorothy could hear the sadistic crowd cheering the whole time as her own pole began to gag her from the inside.

Her sister’s cries were reduced to muffled grunts, her naked body spasming in anguish. Then Dorothy glanced over just in time to see the tip of the metal pole emerge out of her sister’s mouth, forcing her head to tip way back. It was strangely arousing in a horrific sort of way.

She felt a new pain as the spit pushed through her throat. Dorothy felt it forcing her head back. Then she stared in absolute horror as the metal tip slowly emerged out of her mouth to the cheers of the gathered spectators.

She became numb with shock, and things got a little fuzzy from there. She though she heard something about removing pussy hair, although she couldn’t be sure. Then she felt an agonizing flame scorching her cunt. She writhed in agony as she tried to scream, wondering how the hell she could still be alive through all this!

She could no longer see her sister, but she could definitely make out the sounds of her suffering, hear the sound of the torch as it burned away Emma’s crotch hair. She heard her sister trying to scream, could hear her wriggling and writhing in grunts of agony on the table. Then a cheer went up from the crowd as her own pole was lifted up.

Dorothy was rolled over facing downward on the table, her head looking straight out. Seeing the spit protruding out of her mouth was an unnerving experience. Her body had no way to process what was happening to her, resulting in much dizziness and nausea. But she couldn’t even vomit despite feeling her stomach heave!

She eventually felt her arms being tied behind her back with some sort of metal or wire or something. Then her ankles were secured to the pole. A cowboy stepped in front of her and grasped the front end of her pole, and she was lifted up off the table to the cheers of the crowd.

It was disorienting being carried along fully impaled by a metallic pole. She had a feeling of falling as her body had no way to process the sensation of being carried along fully spitted! She grunted each time the pole bounced from her handlers taking another step.

The barbecue pit came fully into her line of vision, and her eyes flew open in horror. Truly there were several females already roasting, some with body parts having already been sliced off! It was bloody horrific… and she and her sister were about to join them!!

She was placed on a set of metal posts that stuck up out of the ground, the ends in the shape of a V to hold each end of her pole. Next to her she could barely make out the form of her sister Emma being placed upon a similar set of posts. There was activity at her feet, as though they were making some sort of attachment to her pole.

She grunted in horror as pieces of aromatic wood and bark were spread out below her. Some sort of oil was sprinkled upon the wood, supposedly to help it all burn uniformly. She was numb all over, her mind trying to process how this could be happening to them!!

“Light ‘em up, boys!” she heard a male voice declare. The next thing she saw was a flaming piece of wood thrown onto her kindling. It caught with a whoosh, and she screamed into the pole protruding out of her mouth. Then she began to rotate over the inferno below, twisting face up and then face down.

Dorothy screamed and screamed from the flames hungrily lapping her body. Next to her she got hazy glances of Emma twisting and suffering and grunting, fully impaled upon her own spit. The two English sisters rotated together, muscles twitching and bodies writhing.

Dorothy cried out from the never-ending flames leaping up to caress her naked flesh. She suddenly shuddered, letting out a muffled cry from an involuntary orgasm. She could not help herself, and she heard a sudden sizzle as though she had wet herself, her spray hitting the flames below.

She heard the anguished grunts of her sister roasting next to her, getting an occasional horrific glance at her. Then everything in her line of sight slowly retracted all around her until all that she knew – all that was left of her world – were the flames and her suffering and the smell of barbecuing meat. Her senses continued to spiral inward until she finally succumbed to the shock and the heat of a good old fashioned, southwestern barbecue…

© 2015

(written for Dorothy and Emma Jan 8 by riwa)

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Perkie’s birthday beheading 4.3 (36)

Posted on September 18, 2015 by riwa

I led her into the room blindfolded with her arms cuffed behind her back. She was completely naked of course, no doubt expecting a good fucking on her birthday. To be sure, I was planning on not disappointing her.

“Ok, kneel down, Perkie,” I instructed. She dutifully knelt as I held her arm, helping her to her knees. “Now lean forward,” I instructed, helping her lean over.”

“Wait, what are you doing; I’m going to fall!” she blurted out.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I told her as I gently lowered her down. Her neck settled into the lower part of the lunette and she gasped for breath.

“Comfy?” I asked as she started to tremble. Now I think she was beginning to get the picture. I’m pretty sure she fully understood when I brought the top half of the lunette down upon her neck.

“Oh, FUCK!” she gasped as she started to hyperventilate. Then I removed the blindfold. The first thing she saw was the wicker basket waiting to catch her head. The second: my hard cock sticking out in her direction.

I pushed it forward, and she willingly parted her lips, taking me into her mouth. I thrust nice and slow, allowing her tongue to savor the flavor of my manhood. I let her get me nice and hard until I pulled out of her mouth.

“Are you going to fuck me here in the guillotine?” she asked, panting heavily for breath.

“I’m going last,” I told her with a smile as I grabbed the rope and pulled down.

It freed the blade from its locked position, and I told her to open her mouth. Then I put the rope between her teeth. “Bite down hard,” I commanded, “or you might lose your head on your birthday.”

Her eyes flew open wide as she bit down. “I’m letting go now,” I warned her. She appeared to bite down even harder as I released my grip on the rope. Then I backed away to sit down in the chair directly facing her.

“You’ll have my cock just as soon as you have the first three I’ve brought in for you,” I told her with a smile, her eyes registering surprise.

I saw the first man enter buck naked. He knelt behind her, smiling appreciatively at me. She grunted as Boyce slid into her unexpectedly from behind, the burly fellow commenting how nice and wet she was.

Perkie writhed and moaned as he began thrusting in and out of her. “Bite down on that rope now or you’ll lose your head!” I commanded. Her eyes rolled, and I thought I detected a mixture of fear and arousal in her expression.

My cock was hard and I stroked it in plain view of her face as Boyce fucked her good and hard. She whimpered and grunted with each thrust, making me wonder how long she could keep that rope between her lips. “Don’t open your mouth, or it’s all over!” I warned.

All of the sudden Boyce roared out his release. Perkie winced as she appeared to bite down hard on the rope, screaming as her body shuddered. Then Boyce pulled out and left, leaving her whimpering as her body heaved from the after effects of her orgasm.

“Did that feel good?” I chuckled at her. “You’ve got two more to go before it’s my turn. I promise to fuck you, but I can’t promise your head will still be attached when I do.”

She moaned weakly… and then she started to grunt and shudder as Yarnel entered her next. “Nice and wet!” he observed. Then he started thrusting as well.

Perkie looked at me in alarm, grunting as she began to rock in the guillotine again. The look on her face was priceless, and I thought I saw beads of sweat pop out all over her forehead. “Oh, did I forget to tell you Yarnel’s dick is bigger than Boyce’s?” I told her with a smile, stroking myself at the eroticism of it all.

She really grunted as Yarnel pounded her hard. Her pendulous breasts shook as they hung down, her whole body rocking from his thrusts. I looked up to see if the guillotine was holding up. But the only danger was the razor-sharp diagonal blade coming down if she couldn’t keep the rope in her mouth.

“Oh fuck; I’m cumming!” Yarnel blurted out.

“Already?” I chuckled. A moment later he thrust in hard, roaring out his release. Perkie closed her eyes and winced hard, screaming into the rope in her mouth as her body shuddered yet again.

The rope stayed between her teeth as Yarnel pulled out. She panted heavily for breath, desperately trying to clamp the rope tightly between her teeth. “One more to go, and then it’s my turn,” I told her with a smile. “I hope you’re enjoying your special birthday present.”

I looked up and saw the third naked man approach Perkie from behind. “Here comes Clayton,” I warned her. “He’s got the biggest dick of the three, even bigger than mine.” Her eyes flew open in alarm, and I thought I saw her shake her head a little.

She really grunted as he pushed into her cunt, filling her to the full. Then he started thrusting good and hard. Perkie looked at me in desperation, making me stroke my cock even harder. “If you can hold on through this one, I’m next,” I told her.

She grunted as her body shook in the guillotine, her hanging breasts swaying with each thrust. Clayton, like the other two, was appreciative I was letting him fuck my girl. I had told them Perkie liked the risk of being fucked in the guillotine, but had said to them all I had rigged it so the blade would never come down. That way they could freely enjoy themselves without worrying about making her lose her head.

It was an innocent little lie…

He grunted as he pounded her, gasping out, “Fuck, she’s hot! I can’t hold back!”

“Then fill her with your spunk,” I told him. That’s when he rammed her good and hard.

Perkie suddenly screamed in orgasm; I heard it quite plainly as I saw her mouth open. A couple seconds later the blade came whooshing down with a thunk, silencing her voice forever. Her head dropped out of sight into the wicker basket as her upper body instinctively lifted up, blood spurting out of her severed neck.

I stood up, walked up to the wicker basket and pulled Perkie’s head out. She had the most astonished look on her face you would ever want to see. I smiled at her and then shoved my cock into her mouth, allowing her spasming muscles to get me off as I began to spurt cum out of her severed neck.

Clayton probably had the most shocked look of all. “I didn’t…” he started to protest, but I waved him to silence as I continued fucking Perkie’s head.

“Not your fault at all, my friend,” I explained to him, deep-throating her mouth as the tip of my cock peeked out of her bleeding neck stump. “She lost the rope from her teeth so I’ll have to put the blame squarely on her. I DO hope you enjoyed it though.”

He looked at me in shock and then remembered he was still inside her. He hastily pulled out, stammering, “Uh… yeah… I mean… when the blade fell, her cunt did amazing things to my, uh… well, thanks man, but I’ve got to be going now.”

“Thank you for making Perkie’s birthday so special,” I told him as he beat a hasty retreat. Then I pulled out of Perkie’s mouth and stared at her lifeless eyes.

“I guess it’s just you and me, honey,” I told her. “Oh yeah; I did promise to fuck you after Clayton, didn’t I! I think I’m going to give you a nice long going-away fuck if you don’t mind. Would you like to watch?”

She didn’t reply, although I assumed her answer would be yes. So I brought the chair over and sat her head upon it so she could watch me fuck her corpse. Then I knelt behind her and slid my cock inside, more than happy to settle for sloppy fourths as long as she had enjoyed her birthday present…

© 2015

(written for Perkie May 2 by riwa)

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A cold day in hell 3.4 (7)

Posted on September 12, 2015 by riwa

Terrie’d had it in for Betty the blonde bimbo ever since their days back at Cassidy Medical Health Tech when the bitch had learned of Terrie’s cock and had spread around some vicious gossip just to get her fired and take her job. Since then Terrie had managed to do quite well for herself. But she’d never forgotten.

One day while she was in town on business she looked up her former back-stabbing coworker. To her great delight she discovered that Betty had learned that Karma can be a pretty vindictive bitch. Now the fair-haired slut was working at some shady strip joint. So Terrie paid her a visit.

Betty saw her former coworker in a booth with a drink as she danced around a pole up on stage. She came down between performances and offered to buy her another drink if she could sit down with her and talk. Terrie was agreeable.

Betty said that things had gone from bad to worse for her ever since she’d gotten Terrie fired. She was glad to see her again because she really wanted to apologize. She said that being humiliated by working at a strip club to make ends meet certainly humbled a woman. But Terrie wasn’t sure she was impressed.

“As I recall, you told me it would be a cold day in hell before you ever put your lips around my cock,” Terrie sneered. “$500 says you can’t even get it down your fucking throat!”

“For $500 you can have any hole you want, Terrie,” she told her, her head lowered in shame. “I deserved that after all the things I’ve done to you. I’m not proud. For $500 you can fuck my skull and then rape my cunt to your heart’s content. A girl’s got to make a living these days.”

Terrie smiled an evil smile and asked where she lived. Betty gave her the location and said her shift would be over at midnight….

—

In Betty’s rundown two bedroom house, Terrie fucked the naked blonde bimbo’s skull just as hard as she could. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day, bitch?” she snarled, pinching Betty’s nose shut and blocking her airway. “Better check the temperature in hell, bitch; they must be having snow now!” The blonde just grunted and took it, figuring she deserved the humiliation… deserved the asphyxiation.

Terrie grabbed Betty’s wrists and forced her head back against a wall as she choked her out with her cock. The blonde began to struggle, trying to breathe. Terrie felt a great deal of satisfaction the moment the bitch passed out while she was shooting a load down into her stomach.

When Betty came around she discovered Terrie had found and put on her favorite denim shirt, draping it over her shoulders. She let it slide for now, especially when Terrie was on top of her on the couch, fucking her hard with her cock. But when Terrie pulled the bag over her head and then wrapped her fingers around her neck to help seal it off she began to panic.

“Honey, I said I’m sorry!” she gasped. “Don’t kill me, you tranny bitch!”

“’Tranny bitch’”… those are the very words you used to get me canned!” Terrie sneered at her. “I thought you said $500 could buy me anything I want! And what I want right now is to fuck you breathless, you stupid cunt!”

Betty gasped anxiously for breath, the bag deflating tighter and tighter against her mouth. “Let’s see what ‘cums’ first, whore,” Terrie declared with wicked glee, “…my orgasm or your death!” Betty passed out a few moments later.

When she came around again she found herself on her knees draped over her aging couch. Terrie was fucking her ass from behind while strangling her with a cord from an old robe lying around in her bedroom. In front of her was the bathroom mirror her “guest” must have removed and placed there while she was unconscious.

“Can you see yourself?” Terrie wanted to know. “Got a good view, cunt? Because I want you to see what a deserving bitch looks like while she’s being strangled to death with a she-cock up her fucking ass! C’mon, honey; let’s have us some FUN!”

Betty rasped and gurgled, fighting for breath. Terrie nearly strangled her to unconsciousness before loosening the cord. “Oh, no you don’t!” she crowed. “You don’t get to pass out so easily! I want you to WORK for your death! I want to feel your body spasming in its death throes around my cock while I’m cumming deep inside your slutty ass!” Then she pulled hard on the cord again.

Betty rasped and gurgled, horrified at the red face in the mirror staring back at her, the drool coming out of the lips, the flaring nostrils. The last thing she felt before she passed out again was a spurting warmth in her quivering ass.

When she regained consciousness once more she discovered that Terrie had found her stash of toys and had cuffed her wrists in front of her. She was kneeling in a corner of the room, wondering why her neck hurt if the cord had been removed. She soon discovered that a nylon rope had taken its place, wrapped around her neck and then up into an eyebolt in the ceiling from which one of her dead plants had hung hours earlier.

She suddenly jerked when something came alive in her cunt and ass, buzzing and vibrating up a storm. Then Terrie pulled on the rope. “I call this one ‘Auto-erotic asphyxiation’,” she chuckled. “But you can call it ‘Betty’s erotic death scene!’ Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” Then Terrie pulled on the rope.

Betty rasped and gurgled in panic. Her arms instinctively flew up, her hands somehow managing to wrap themselves around Terrie’s neck. Her only chance now was to kill the vindictive bitch!

“Yes – fight me, bitch!” Terrie rasped, pulling a little harder. “Shall we go… together?” Then her she-cock stiffened at the sudden asphyxiation.

The two struggled in their deadly duet, each one rasping and gurgling as they fought to overpower and murder the other. For a delicious moment Terrie panicked as she started to get dizzy, her vision beginning to swim. Her cock twitched excitedly as fingers tried to press hard into the flesh of her neck. At least she was going to get a good cum out of the deal! Then Betty’s hands fell away.

Terrie gleefully mashed a breast against Betty’s mouth as the blonde bimbo began to spasm in her death throes. She shuddered hard from the death orgasm that was claiming her from the asphyxiation and the buzzing toys in her holes. Terrie was giddy with lust…

“That’s it, bitch! Cum for me as you die, you fucking cunt! I want your lips on my tits as you struggle to take your last breath!” A moment later Betty faded away into oblivion as her body sagged in death. Terrie’s cock erupted, spurting its load all over the blonde’s stomach and legs.

A cold dayThe vindictive bitch pulled hard on the rope, leaving a delicious mark in her victim’s neck. Then she let her slump onto the floor. She found the gaping mouth with her cock and started fucking her skull again as the toys buzzed relentlessly in the unmoving corpse.

“Is it cold where you are, honey?” Terrie cackled, thrusting hard down the bitch’s throat. “My cock is between your lips right now so it must be fucking FREEZING down there!”

She was delighted to feel the body start to twitch and spasm. “Oh, are your toys giving you a death orgasm, honey? Consider it my last parting gift to you… along with my fucking CUM!” Then she rammed her she-cock hard down Betty’s throat and held it there until she left another load to slither down the blonde’s unresponsive esophagus.

Terrie pulled out of Betty’s mouth and surveyed her efforts. Not bad for a good night’s work. She could only hope now that the demons were raping this bitch over and over… that is, after they made her shovel some coal to get the fires of hell back up and running.

She tucked the rope in Betty’s hand so it would look like the bitch had played with herself to death. Then she got dressed and left, feeling that a nice cold day in hell had just warmed her heart…

© 2015

(written for Terrie Mar 27 by riwa)

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Nikki’s Revenge 4.2 (11)

Posted on September 6, 2015 by riwa

(A ‘What If…’ fanfiction involving two characters from the Kill Bill movies)

 

They say your past always catches up with you. I thought I had taken care of my past when I went out and hunted down every member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. But there was someone I hadn’t counted on.

B.B.’s graduation day was the proudest day of my life. Not only did she get through high school, but I personally put her through college. Seeing her walk across that stage to get her diploma was a moment that is permanently etched in my memory. Naturally I never went to college because of the direction my life took. But it made me feel so much better knowing my daughter had a very bright future ahead of her.

The whole day I felt like I was intruding on her life with her friends. I could tell I had become a fifth wheel, someone who was tolerated more than welcomed among her friends. So I gave her one last hug and then left her to it as she was taking a trip to Las Vegas with her girlfriends to go celebrate.

That evening I had a chance to ruminate on everything it had taken to get to this point. Getting her back from Bill and then starting a new life hadn’t been easy. I worked really hard at it though, trying to put my former life behind me. But deep down Bill was right. I could never stop being who I was, and I was beginning to itch for another assignment, another assassination even though he was no longer around to give me one.

As I lay there in bed watching reruns on TV I relived the events of the day in my mind all over again. I was so proud of B.B. And even though she had graduated from college and was about to embark on a life of her own I still felt protective. Maybe it’s being a mother… or maybe it was this feeling I’d been having over the past few months that something wasn’t right.

There was nothing definite to pin my unease upon; after all, everything had gone just fine. B.B. had finished the classes she needed to graduate and had done so with flying colors. There was nothing I could pinpoint specifically; maybe I was just worried as a mother over her trip to Vegas. At least she’d promised to call me from her cell phone when she got in.

I never told her about my past life, and I tried to keep my previous activities a secret. But you know how nosey some daughters can be. I don’t know if she ever found out, but there were times when she seemed a little suspicious. I just kept telling her it was a past I was not proud of and that I wanted her and I to move into the future together.

The hour got late and I never heard from B.B. I began to worry: what if they’d had a flat tire along the way? What if they ran into some unsavory characters? Once more I felt that distinct unease, as though there was unfinished business from my past reaching out to pull me back in.

It was almost midnight when I finally got a text from my daughter. I snatched up the phone in relief, recognizing her distinctive ring I had programmed into my cell phone. But all I saw was this unnerving text…

Mom, who is Vernita Green?

I had a feeling of dread as I checked for any other messages. But the only other thing she sent me was this picture of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. Now why the hell had she sent that??

Fear suddenly clutched my heart as a feeling of dread settled in. So I got in my vehicle and headed out to find that building. It was dark, the hour was late, and I was worried sick. Vernita was dead; I had killed her myself by throwing a knife into her heart! So how the hell had she found out about…

It suddenly hit me as I was making my way out of town toward that building… the memory of a girl I had seen standing not too far away from my daughter, one who seemed vaguely familiar. In fact I thought I had seen her bump into my daughter earlier today, although it was hardly any bump at all. She looked to be about B.B.’s age and I vaguely remembered seeing her up onstage as well. Then it hit me in a flash…

Oh SHIT; what if it’s NIKKI??

I floored it as I raced out of town to that building. I had my gun and knife with me and I wasn’t afraid to use either one of them. I wasn’t about to let that bitch hurt my daughter!

It was really dark when I got to that old abandoned three story building. There was no other vehicle in sight; was I chasing after ghosts? Then I thought I saw a faint glow coming from somewhere inside a third story window.

About that time my phone beeped again. I picked it up and checked what was on the display. All it said was the words MOM??? HELP!!!

FUCK! Had my past caught up to me and my daughter??

I took the first door I could find open and then made my way inside. It was nearly pitch dark, but I figured that would hinder my adversary’s ability to see every bit as much as it would hinder mine. It occurred to me she might be using infrared glasses, but I didn’t care! She had my daughter and I was going to get her back!

I made it up to the second floor… carefully made my way up to the third. I had my gun at the ready, having long since gotten rid of that Hanzo sword as we really needed the money. But I had already figured a sword fight in this day and age would leave some pretty nasty questions for the authorities, questions I did not want to answer if I were ever picked up later for questioning.

I saw the glow coming from a room up ahead and I crept forward as stealthily as possible. Every sense was on high alert; it was like all those years of training were coming back to me. My blood was pumping and I was actually feeling a certain excitement for the task at hand. If Nikki had my daughter then she was going to rue the day she crossed my path.

“That’s far enough,” a female voice called out from a room somewhere ahead of me. “I know of your talents; your reputation precedes you. So why don’t you toss your weapons inside that door up ahead before I do something we’re both liable to regret?”

I felt my heart beat fast; surely she had B.B.! “All right – all right!” I called out. “I don’t want any trouble. I only want my girl back.” Then I tossed both my gun and my knife through the open doorway into the room up ahead.

“Now your boots,” the female voice ordered. Shit! She must’ve really studied up on me to know I had another knife secreted away in there! But I couldn’t take any chances, not if she had my B.B. in some sort of peril!

“My daughter?” I asked hesitantly.

“BOOTS!” the voice demanded. I did as I was ordered, taking them off and then tossing them both into the room with a couple of loud thumps.

“Now this is going to sound a little kinky,” the female voice said. “But I want to see the rest of your clothes come flying through that door one at a time. I’m not going to take any chances with you!”

I stared at the open doorway in shock as I muttered, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Am I going to have to do something you’re not going to like?”

“All right – all right, damn you!” This was not going well at all. With my clothes off, that would deprive me of my last knife, my fallback position. I would be going in completely vulnerable.

“I can’t believe this!” I muttered as I took my shorts off and then tossed them in through the open door. Next was my shirt. There was a chill to the night air, and most of the windows in the building were broken out. I was probably going to end up freezing my butt off before the night was over!

“I’m waiting!” the voice remarked impatiently. So I stripped out of my bra and tossed it in just as hard as I could.

“Now the last one.” I winced as I removed my thong and gave it a toss. Now I was completely nude.

“Now step inside the door with your arms lifted up. As soon as you step inside I want you to take three paces over to the right. No need for you to be tempted to go after that gun or knife you just tossed in, am I right?”

I walked forward, trembling from a strange arousal. This was a situation I had never faced before, certainly not fully unclothed like this. I felt naked without a weapon of any kind to fight with, maybe more than I felt as I walked in there nude!

As soon as I stepped in through the door I shuffled three paces over to my right. There was a lone oil lamp on a small end table sitting clear across the room. My adversary appeared to be hiding behind another partly opened door.

I looked all around before anxiously asking, “Where’s my daughter?”

“She’s not been harmed as of yet,” the female voice told me. I was not all that reassured.

“Nikki?” I called out questioningly. “Nikki Green, is that you? Or should I refer to you as Nikki Bell?”

“I’m surprised you remembered me, bitch. I sure as hell remember you! Do you remember what you said to me that day just before you walked out the door?” There was a pause before she recited my words back to me as if I had just uttered them to her all those years ago…

“It was not my intention to do this in front of you. For that I’m sorry. But you can take my word for it, your mother had it comin’. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I’ll be waiting. Do you remember those words, bitch?”

“I remember, honey,” I said in a trembling voice. Then I glanced all around to see if there was some sort of makeshift weapon I could use in an emergency.

“Well I still feel pretty raw about it, bitch. I always have, ever since that terrible day!”

“I tried to tell you your mother had it comin’, honey!”

“NOT TO ME, SHE DIDN’T!” The voice was angry; there was an undertone of pain.

“Honey, if I could take it back, I would.”

“Were those the same words she said to you when you had that fight with her?”

“She tried to kill me, honey; I was defending myself!”

“You were trying to kill her, you mean!”

“Where’s B.B.?! Where’s my daughter?!”

“She’s still alive… for now. And she’ll stay that way so long as you follow my instructions.”

“How can I believe you?”

“Do you want me to end this right here and now?” There was unbridled menace to the voice. It was a bluff I couldn’t afford to call, especially if she had a gun pointed right at my B.B.’s head.

“What do you want from me?”

“Over there in the shadows is another lamp on another end table. I want you to walk over there real slow. Then I want you to light it nice and careful, bitch.”

I struggled to control my breathing, remembering all my training about not panicking even when the odds seemed hopeless. I had survived several times before in the face of hopeless odds. But Nikki obviously wasn’t taking any chances with me. Smart girl.

I finally reached the end table and found the lamp along with a single kitchen match. I struck it, lifted the glass and lit the wick. Then I put the glass back down.

The lamp’s flame increased, giving me more illumination in that part of the room I was in. That’s when I saw it as I glanced over toward the corner. There was an old wooden kitchen chair underneath a noose with a set of handcuffs lying on top of the weathered seat.

My breath caught in my throat again as I broke out in a cold sweat. It was clear now what she intended. But whether it was for me or B.B. I had yet to ascertain.

“My daughter?” I asked again as she continued to hide in the shadows behind the door.

“The chair, bitch! Pick up the cuffs and then climb onto the chair.”

“You don’t seriously expect me to…”

“Your daughter had a nice graduation today, don’t you think? Would you like her to see the morning sun?”

My breath caught in my throat again. If I rushed her she would probably shoot me before I got halfway across the room. Then what would happen to B.B.??

I slowly approached the chair, finding it harder and harder to catch my breath. My skin was glistening from perspiration despite the chill in the air. What’s more, my pussy was dripping copiously, glistening from a terrible arousal at the situation I found myself in.

I reached the chair and then paused again, staring in horror at the cuffs lying there. The light from the two oil lamps gave the room a surreal glow. But Nikki remained out of sight behind that fucking door so that I could not even see her, could not tell whether or not she had B.B. back there all tied up!

“Go ahead, bitch!” the voice demanded. “Climb aboard. It shouldn’t be all that hard. Use the rope above you for leverage if you have to!”

I picked up the cuffs and then slowly climbed up onto the chair. I did have to grab the rope as one of the legs was shorter than the others, giving the damned thing a rickety, wobbly sensation. The noose was made of a thick hemp, just right for the true old western style lynching I was about to experience.

“Around your neck, bitch!” the voice told me, still with that anger as well as that undertone of pain. “Put it around your neck. Don’t tell me you haven’ thought of doing this before now!”

“I haven’t!” I told her firmly.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it! You took my mother away! You can’t stand there and expect me to believe you haven’t had even one shred of remorse over that, can you?”

I didn’t respond; she was right of course. There were indeed times I’d thought about it during certain periods in B.B.’s growing up years. On more than one occasion I had wondered what Nikki was feeling or experiencing at a birthday or holiday without her mother. And a couple of times I had actually entertained the thought, fleeting though it might have been. Did that make me a bad person for having murdered her mom? Maybe it did.

I had to lift myself up onto the balls of my feet in order to loop it around my neck. It itched like crazy the moment it came in contact with my skin. Now I was trembling like crazy as my fucking pussy dripped from an insane arousal.

I was still worried half to death over what she was going to do to my B.B. I wanted reassurances, wanted to know my daughter would be all right. But for now it didn’t appear like I was going to be getting anything comforting to reassure myself.

“Now the cuffs, bitch! Put’ em on… arms BEHIND your back!”

I looked at the doorway she was hiding behind as I gulped nervously. Then I slowly brought my hands behind my back and started fumbling around. There was a distinct CLITCH as I attached cold steel to my right wrist. Then I attached my other wrist with a similar CLITCH. When they were both secured I just stood there trembling like crazy as evidence of my arousal slithered embarrassingly down my legs.

“Turn around!” the voice demanded. “Show me!”

I carefully did something of a pirouette on the wobbly chair until my ass was to her. Then I jerked on the cuffs as though trying to pull them apart. “Satisfied?” I asked as I carefully turned back around.

She finally stepped out through the doorway into the room, holding what looked like a Beretta in her hand. I recognized the face and curly hair from seeing her at graduation earlier that day, truly an older version of the four year old I’d seen all those years ago. She was wearing boots, shorts and a black tank top… and she looked cold, hard and emotionless. What the hell had I turned her into??

I had no doubt her weapon was aimed right at my heart. It was at this moment I resigned myself to the inevitable. There was only one thing left that I wanted to know…

“My daughter?”

“I promise not to touch her, bitch! You killed my mother; I’m only killing hers. Besides, you got 18 extra years to spend with yours whereas I didn’t get to spend any fucking time with mine at all except those first four! You even got to see your daughter graduate today, so I hope you’re fucking grateful!”

“I am,” I nodded as the tears welled up in my eyes. Why the hell was I crying; I thought I was stronger than that!

“I don’t know what my mom ever did to you, and frankly I don’t fucking care. All I know is that justice in this fucking country is so perverted that sometimes there isn’t any!” Then her eyes narrowed coldly as she added, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, bitch! Now do us all a favor and kindly step off that fucking chair!”

I was trembling like crazy, my pussy wet as hell. It was embarrassing having her see me like this all naked, afraid and trembling as I faced my own mortality. But deep down I felt as though maybe I truly deserved this.

“My daughter?” I carefully asked one last time.”

“This is her cell phone,” Nikki told me as she held it up. “I sort of ‘borrowed’ it from her when I bumped into her today. When this is all over I’ll text something appropriately suicidal for you to send to her and then make sure her phone reappears where she can find it.”

I nodded as the tears welled up in my eyes again from thinking of all the things I would never get to see: her wedding, her first child, my grandchildren growing up. But I had deprived another mother of those very same memories and now I was facing the music.

“Now step off, bitch!” she demanded. I stood up proud and tall.

“Go to hell, little girl!” Then I deliberately stepped off, knocking the chair away.

I didn’t fall far before the rope took my full weight. It scratched my neck like sin, making me itch like crazy. But that was the least of my worries as I started kicking my life away. That’s when Nikki holstered her weapon to enjoy the show… and I gave her one hell of a performance!

I kicked and swung, my arms jerking behind my back as I struggled for any kind of air. I brought my knees up as though hopping in the noose might loosen the constricting coil from around my throat. But that only cinched it tighter.

My legs parted as my pussy flared; I was embarrassed as hell exposing myself like that. Sweat dripped off my glistening body as I kicked and grunted. Then I was hit by a totally unexpected orgasm, one that washed hotly throughout my quivering, asphyxiated body.

I kicked and humped, thrusting out in her direction as though she might have a cock or strap-on to fuck me with. It was totally involuntary; I couldn’t help myself. I rasped and gurgled as my lethal strangulation caused my body to respond in ways I could never have imagined possible.

It was taking forever; holy shit, it was taking forever! That’s when I realized it was all because of the thickness of the damned noose around my neck. She wanted me to suffer for a good long time, the fucking bitch! How thoughtful of her!

I tried to hang limp; maybe I could catch my breath that way. But the noose was too fucking tight! A moment later my legs exploded as my chest heaved in breathless agony. I don’t think my nipples have ever been so erect as they were at that moment.

I swung back and forth, twisting and rotating until Nikki’s face came into view. There was a coldness in her eyes… but was that a flicker of remorse I saw? No; it must have been the light from those flickering lamps. Then my legs parted as my pussy flared again, and I found myself humping and fucking the air as I was hit by another painful orgasm.

Nikki seemed to catch her breath as though she hadn’t been expecting a show like the one I was putting on. She was actually breathing hard, and I swear I saw her nipples poking through her tank top. I gawked as my legs flew out at her. That’s when her eyes glazed over as she started rubbing a breast through her top while reaching down to grope her crotch. It was yet another humiliation I didn’t need: her getting off on my death!

I went limp again as I exhausted myself, dangling there fighting like hell just to pull a decent breath of air into my lungs. I got little more than a sliver; the thick noose hadn’t closed off my windpipe just yet. It was just enough to keep me in breathless agony.

My feet fluttered for the floor; I kicked a little; my feet fluttered again. Then I found the strength to fight some more. My legs flew every which way as I humped in her direction, my labia flaring open wide. Then I utterly humiliated myself as I sprayed my orgasm right at her. She gasped for breath and then started to moan as she feverishly groped her tits while grabbing at her crotch.

It was taking too long; it was taking too fucking long!! My boobs bounced painfully as I bucked and jerked in the noose, my arms uselessly jerking my wrists up and down behind my back as though I could tear the cuffs right off and then reach up to loosen the noose from around my neck. But that wasn’t happening.

I started jerking my knees upward and then jerking them back down as though somehow I could break my neck. But that wasn’t happening either. All I succeeded in doing was constricting the noose even tighter around my neck until I could barely breathe at all. But my swollen tongue did slip out past my lips as though tasting the air being denied my heaving lungs.

I hung limp again as though once more trying to catch my breath. But it was a hopeless endeavor. A part of me wondered if B.B. might swoop in to rescue me. But then I found myself hoping she was far away and wouldn’t have to witness any of this.

I suddenly became aware of the fact that I couldn’t feel below my knees anymore. It scared the shit out of me and my legs came alive again as I started kicking wildly. But I couldn’t control any of my movements as I kicked and scissored and swung back and forth.

Nikki swung back into view and our eyes met. That’s when my legs involuntarily parted as my pussy flared of its own accord. I sprayed and sprayed as I climaxed like crazy. That finally brought the faintest hint of a smile to her face as she groped her boobs while rubbing her crotch. A moment later I heard her gasp as her face flushed; the bitch was having an orgasm of her own.

That seemed to be enough for me as I finally hung limp again. This time I was much too exhausted to fight anymore. My feet fluttered as my toes tried to reach the ground. But otherwise I couldn’t feel anything below my waist.

I became aware of a splattering sound as my bladder released. It was the ultimate humiliation as I prided myself on my self-control. But there was nothing I could have done to prevent it as pee trickled down my legs to puddle onto the floor.

I was barely conscious; it hurt like fucking hell. That’s when Nikki came up to me and started caressing my naked flesh. “So this is how Black Mamba of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad dies, eh?” she said softly. “It still won’t bring my mother back… but I guess it’s good enough, bitch!”

She ran her hands all over me as my heartrate slowed to a crawl. My lungs hurt like hell and I could feel major organs dying inside. It scared the shit out of me, but I comforted myself knowing it was me and not B.B. going through this agony.

“I promise not to harm your daughter, bitch,” she said softly as she continued groping and pawing me. It would have been humiliating if I could have felt it. But my vision was spiraling inward until everything went dark despite the fact that my eyes were still open and glassy.

She continued pawing and groping me, giving me a shove and setting my body to swaying as I twisted in place. She looked down admiringly at the puddle I’d left on the floor. Then she carefully picked up my cellphone so as not to leave any prints.

She typed in something about how I couldn’t live with my past anymore and that I just wanted the pain to go away. She sent it before she tossed my cell on top of my clothes. “See you round, bitch,” she told me as she gathered up the other lamp and then left, leaving me with my clothes, the lamp I’d lit and my cellphone.

B.B. never heard from me again other than that text message she got when her phone miraculously turned up a couple days later. She wondered where I might have gone but she chose not to pursue it. Somehow I think she had learned enough about my former life to suspect either I really did kill myself or I had just left her to go back to committing assassinations. She let me out of her heart and never looked back, and for that I’m glad.

They didn’t find me for several weeks. It was only when some teenagers came in to have a make-out session that they discovered my partially decomposed body hanging in that third floor room. I sure freaked them out when they found what was left of me.

They tried to identify any next of kin, but I’d made sure B.B. and I really couldn’t be traced to each other all that well. I ended up in a grave with the most recent name I’d been going by. But no one ever came to visit me and I guess it satisfied Nikki Bell or Green or whatever name she was using.

They say your past always catches up with you. I thought I had taken care of my past when I went out and hunted down every member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad. But there was someone I hadn’t counted on who found me and completed the circle of revenge…

© 2015 (written Aug 18 ’15 by riwa)

(Inspired by the Kill Bill characters ©2003; 2004.)

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August 24, 2015 The dog days of August 2.3 (3)

Posted on August 24, 2015 by riwa

The move is completed and everything is mostly put away. But I’ve been feeling rather lethargic over the past couple of weeks. Writing has been like pulling teeth; it has been extremely hard to motivate myself. I’ve worked on stuff here and there, but lately the energy and enthusiasm are missing.

The good news is my doctor’s visits all turned out well, although my one doctor says I’ve gained 5 pounds since he last saw me. So I’ve been walking twice a day to get back to where I was and to improve my blood pressure numbers even more. Actually I’ve dropped 4 pounds in the past two weeks, a rather impressive feat since my eating habits can most certainly be improved in certain areas. Meanwhile it’s been hot, there’s been fires all around us, and we’ve had to deal with a lot of haze in the valley. And I’m still feeling lethargic.

I haven’t gone anywhere of significance in quite a while other than a couple of short drives to get out of town. Mom is talking about coming down and I’ve been talking about going up. But right now it’s just talk.

I’m just like my father in that it is easy to stay home and not spend money on gas when I could go for a drive somewhere and recharge my batteries. One friend has even suggested I take a drive up into the mountains. But for some reason I’m even stalling about doing that.

Today was my scheduled day to upload a story, and I simply had no interest. And tomorrow looks no better. So maybe I’d better take some time off.

When I write I feel like I don’t want to. But then when I try to take time off I feel like I should be writing something. You know how that is when you know you should work on something but don’t… or know you should take time off but keep working anyway.

So I’m going to try it anyway. Enjoy the rest of your August. And for you with kids back in school, I bet you are enjoying a little peace and quiet right about now.

Thanks for stopping by. I guess I’ll check back with you in September…

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