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Snuba instruction 4.1 (13)

Posted on May 8, 2015 by riwa

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My name is Midori and I’m a 29 year old scuba instructor. I’m a cute Asian girl – at least in my mind – and what I might be lacking in a full-figure I more than make up for by my feisty spirit. I tend to go after what I want and at times I have quite a sexual appetite!

In my spare time I try to work in private snuba lessons – a regulator on a hose without the tank on one’s back. The fins, dive mask and weights all still come into play of course. But the more relaxed atmosphere gives me a lot of opportunities for potential hook-ups.

I often arrange a little one-on-one time in a private pool I have access to. After a half-hour lesson the client almost always wants to learn how to become scuba certified. It’s a nifty way to get them to take more lessons from me. But it’s also a way to satisfy that itch I tend to get whenever I’m in the water.

You see, I really get off when I’m totally enveloped by the cool caress of a pool or the ocean. Being underwater is terribly erotic and it makes me horny like you wouldn’t believe! And that means relieving myself below the surface as often as possible.

I’ve always been this way ever since I learned to swim. It got stronger in my teens and I used to try taking my boyfriends to the bottom of the pool so I could fuck them silly. That’s what led me to become a scuba instructor. Besides, wearing a skimpy bikini when I’m giving lessons always helps get a guy in the mood so that I can sometimes have an underwater playmate to have fun with.

Anyway, it had been nearly a month since I’d last gotten laid underwater and the desire was driving me crazy. If I didn’t get fucked and soon I was afraid I was going to go nuts. Relieving myself with my toys helped ease the tension a little but it wasn’t at all what I really needed. Having a man’s juicy cock in my throbbing pussy while holding my breath was foremost on my mind.

I literally ran into Eric outside a nearby diner during the lunch hour. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I nearly knocked him over. As a way of apologizing I offered to buy him lunch. It’s a good thing he accepted because my afternoon went so much better than I expected.

He was married, in his mid-thirties and had a nice body. I liked his sparkling green eyes and the way he was nice to me. He wasn’t full of himself like some guys I run into, although that meant I was probably going to have to work at seducing him. But sometimes those guys are the best kind to entice, you know?

I found out he was in the middle of an unhappy marriage and that he was in town on business. Not only that, his wife didn’t enjoy the water the way he did. Meeting a fellow aquaphile turned out to be an added bonus. It wasn’t long until I began mentally picturing him fucking me at the bottom of a pool and I got all worked up right there at the lunch counter.

I told him I was a scuba instructor and that got his attention. But he told me he was in town for a convention and couldn’t get away. I told him I could give him a short crash course in snuba just to give him a taste if he was interested. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that I had him hooked. All I had to do was reel him in.

I said I had a private pool at my disposal not too far away. He told me he really had to get back to the convention. But I could tell by the look in his eyes that I was giving him a much better offer.

He admitted that a swim with me sounded a whole lot better than a long afternoon attending one boring lecture after another. When I told him I could drive him to the pool, teach him how to snuba and then drive him back in time for the late afternoon session he told me he was all mine for the next couple of hours. I felt a shiver of arousal at the possibility I was finally going to get to scratch my “itch”, especially after a long, agonizing month of nothing but play-toys at the bottom of the pool.

He told me he needed to go back to his room to retrieve his swimsuit. But I told him the guy I knew with the pool probably had an extra suit that was just his size. He looked at me questioningly but I just smiled back at him.

“Relax, Eric,” I said with a smile. “Everything will be all right. I’ll take good care of you, ok? Trust me!” When I batted my eyelashes seductively at him he smiled and told me to lead him to my car. Right then I knew he’d be putty in my hands.

We walked to my vehicle and then I drove him to my friend’s house. I took him inside, retrieved a nice pair of red and white swim trunks for him and then told him to go ahead and change. Since I was already wearing my white, flower-print bikini under my clothes, all I needed to do was get the equipment ready.

As I was outside hooking up the hoses I thought about my impending afternoon tryst with Eric. He seemed quiet and unassuming – rather down-to-earth. But something told me there might be a deliciously wicked Eric lying in wait just under the surface. All I had to do was find the right way to bring it out in him so that he could fuck me silly at the bottom of the pool.

I had the hoses, masks and weight belts all ready when he came out in those trunks I’d given him. Naturally I’d already seen them around the waist of the guy whose pool I was using. And naturally I’d removed them from that same guy on more than one occasion. But he was away on a long trip, leaving horny ol’ me the use of his property so that I could keep an eye on it for him.

Eric looked like a promising fuck and I gave him my most innocent smile. The compressor was running quietly and the hoses were both functioning properly; everything was set. “Ready to get wet?” I asked, seductively batting my lashes at him as I sat on the edge of the pool, my legs dangling in the water.

“Anytime you are,” he replied with a nervous smile as he sat down next to me. It was hard to hide my excitement at the prospects of fucking this guy good and hard for the better part of the afternoon. My nipples were already hard with anticipation, poking through my bikini top.

I took the liberty of helping him with his weight belt while asking him how comfortable he was in the water, especially since he’d mentioned earlier that he liked to swim. He told me he was really comfortable and that he wouldn’t have any problems at all. Then I scooped up our regulators, handing his to him.

I showed him how to purge it and then we both sucked from our hoses for a few moments. I made a point of seductively wrapping my lips around my reg in particular, hoping he might get the hint. I definitely thought I saw his trunks tenting a little. But if he was aroused or excited he never gave me any overt indication.

“How long can you hold your breath, Eric?” I asked as I reached for my dive mask.

“Hold my breath?” he repeated curiously, reaching for his mask. “I didn’t know I was going to be holding my breath. I thought you were going to train me to use the hose underwater.”

“I am,” I told him with a coy smile, trying hard not to give anything away despite my growing excitement. “But you’ll be off it from time to time and I want to know how comfortable you will be… how long you can be off the hose.”

“Why would I want to be off the hose?” he asked me, sounding rather perplexed. “I mean I know I can hold my breath and all. But I guess I just don’t understand. I thought the whole purpose of this was to train me to use the hose!” Obviously the poor guy didn’t have a clue!

“It is,” I told him with an inward smile as I self-consciously adjusted the weight belt around my waist. “But don’t worry. I can hold my breath for a long time as well. So it won’t be an issue with either one of us if we both happen to be off the regs.”

“Yeah; I understand that,” he repeated, the poor guy acting totally confused. “But what I really don’t understand is why I’d want to be off the reg in the first place!”

“Because I’m going to want you to,” I said simply with a coy smile, adjusting the dive mask down over my face. He looked at me like I was crazy but he did the same until we were both ready to take a dip.

Gawd! Seducing him was going to be so much fun!

We got into the shallow end and then I motioned for him to go under. We both sat down on the bottom facing each other, the sound of our inhalations adding to my arousal. I saw his trunks tent out a little more but I wasn’t sure if it was me or the fact that the water naturally made him excited like it did me. I decided it was a little bit of both and we held hands as we sat there breathing from our hoses.

I pointed at him and then motioned… “Everything ok?” He repeated the gesture back to me, indicating that all was fine. Then I motioned for him to follow my lead.

I took my reg out of my mouth, watching him do the same as we continued holding hands. I blew a few bubbles at him and he did the same back to me. Then I put the regulator back into my mouth and he mimicked my movements.

I took the regulator out of my mouth and did it again, holding my breath for a longer period of time. He did the same thing and we sat there looking at each other. I deliberately blew him a kiss and his eyes went wide as though he didn’t know WHAT to do with that! Gawd; this was getting good!

I put the reg back into my mouth and then motioned toward the deep end where I wanted the next part of his “training” to take place. The pool sloped down to a delicious ten feet deep, helping satisfy my desire to be as deep as possible whenever I take a cock in one of my holes. Then I took his hand and we both swam downward, gently kicking but mostly allowing the weight belts to pull us down.

Once more I sat on the bottom and he sat facing me. I removed my regulator and blew bubbles, motioning for him to do the same. He removed his and mimicked my movements, exhaling heavily. Then I threw him a curve.

I slowly pulled on the edge of my bikini top, exposing my right breast with its erect nipple. His eyes got big as saucers at my brazenness. Then I stuck my tongue out and made a licking gesture before motioning… “Now get over here and lick my nipple!”

He looked at me incredulously and for a second I was afraid he might actually bail on me. Then he came closer and gently groped my breast with his hand. With extreme care he moved closer, removing his reg. Then he started lapping all around my nipple with his tongue before gently taking it into his mouth.

I moaned as an erotic jolt hit me hard, shooting straight to my pussy. Gawd; how I needed this! The more he sucked on my hardened nub the more I groaned with lust. He finally needed air and he put his reg back into his mouth as I trembled like mad.

I desperately wanted to communicate to him, “SEE? SEE WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO? YOU DON’T KNOW HOW FUCKING BAD I NEED THIS!!” Instead I simply reached out toward his hose to get him to do it again, wanting him to keep going.

He picked up on what I wanted before I could pull his reg out of his mouth. He gently pulled my bikini top down, exposing both of my breasts before removing his reg and sucking on my other nipple. I let out another groan as I was filled with the blazing fire of desire.

When he put his regulator back in his mouth I began rubbing my crotch, moaning bubbles as I deliberately caressed my exposed breasts right in front of him. The look on his face was priceless but I could tell he was becoming just as horny as I was. His cock pitched a tent in his swim trunks and I looked at it with lust as he looked back at my swollen nipples.

I made a show of reaching behind me and then turned away from him, holding out a string to my bikini top in my hand. Eric got the hint as he tugged on it, causing my top to loosen. He reached out to fondle me once more, groping my quivering orbs and then removing his reg to lick me again.

I tipped my head back and moaned, letting him know in no uncertain terms just how much I was enjoying things. Then he reached behind my neck to untie the rest of my bikini top. As he gently pulled it away he removed his reg and began sucking on my nipples again, molesting them with his tongue until he’d lit a raging inferno in my loins.

I saw his cock tenting in those swim trunks I’d given him and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I fumbled for my regulator, put it back into my mouth, and then slipped out of his grasp. I made a stroking motion with my hand, pointing at his trunks to let him know what I was about to grab next.

Gawd; I had to have that delicious piece of man-meat between my tingling lips! In no time at all I had his trunks pulled down off his legs, exposing his saluting cock.

I removed my reg and then licked up and down his quivering shaft. His balls looked gloriously full and I took them into my mouth, moaning with lust. Then I mouthed my way up his throbbing rod before gulping him down. Feeling him jerk and twitch in my mouth really got my blood pumping!

I bobbed up and down on his cock, reveling in the way it twitched in my mouth. My tongue swirled all around it as I took him deeper. Feeling him swell between my lips really got my juices flowing.

As soon as I started getting dizzy I put my regulator back into my mouth, eagerly stroking his shaft. I cupped his balls, smiling up at him with my most innocent look of “Who me??” Then I took my reg out and gobbled him back down, eagerly bobbing up and down on his hard member.

I took him deep down my throat, making a show of gagging on his throbbing meat. I grunted hungrily, continuing to swallow him down. It wasn’t long until I heard his erotic groans and I nearly popped off, bubbles spewing out around the seal my mouth was making on his tasty fuck-meat.

I paused again to refill my aching lungs, looking up at him with a hungry look as I stroked his shaft. Then I stretched out on the pool bottom, taking him down my throat again as I reached under to grab his ass. I bobbed up and down, eagerly swallowing him down until my lips brushed his balls.

I was hungry as hell for his manhood and I actually wanted him to use and abuse me. So I grabbed his hand and placed it upon my head… “C’mon, you bastard… FORCE me!” Once again he took direction surprisingly well as he began thrusting harder into my mouth, gripping me firmly by the back of my head.

I grunted and gurgled, glorying in the way he fucked my face for his pleasure. He reached down and squeezed my tits a little harder this time, fondling and groping them as though they were his to do with as he saw fit. He was really starting to get into it and I felt like I was a volcano ready to erupt!

I got dizzy again and I fumbled around for my reg before tracking it down and putting it between my lips. I slowly jerked him off, getting him ready for my aching fuck-hole! I really wanted to feel him explode in my pussy so fucking bad!

I don’t know what made him do it, but he suddenly grabbed the reg in my mouth. I barely had enough time to fill my lungs before he pulled it out. Then he forced his cock deep down my throat, fucking my face hard.

His move shocked me but it was also a total turn-on! This time he fucked my face like I didn’t have any choice in the matter! The more I struggled the harder he thrust into my mouth until I was on the verge of a major climax!

All of the sudden I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I didn’t want him cumming so soon and I instinctively tried to resist him. At the same time I loved the effect I was having on him and I grunted and gurgled as he jammed his meaty member hard down my throat.

All of the sudden he exploded inside me and my mouth was filled with his creamy spunk. There was so much of it that wisps of his cum leaked out around my lips. My eyes rolled as he fucked my mouth, but I made sure I got every last drop he had to offer.

I got dizzy again and I fumbled for my regulator. But he knocked it away as he continued fucking my face. That gave me a frightfully erotic thrill and I grunted in alarm before he grabbed it for me and helped stuff it into my mouth.

I gasped madly for breath, stroking his cock in an attempt to keep him hard. Then I took him back down my throat, bobbing up and down while sucking him clean, making sure I’d gotten it all. If nothing more I figured I would spend some time sucking him dry until he was hard and ready to go again.

As he breathed from his regulator I rubbed my tits with my hand, reaching down to rub my crotch. I slipped my hand underneath the fabric, working my swollen nub as my head tipped back. Then I looked at him with eyes blazing lustfully, begging him to pick up where I’d left off.

He may have been clueless to begin with but he was great at following direction. He moved closer to me, reaching out to caress my tits while rubbing my crotch. When he slipped under the material and found my nub with his finger, I let out a bubbly exhalation, moaning with anticipation.

He all but pulled me into his lap where he reached around my chest to finger my erect nipples. His other hand slid down to rub my crotch, rubbing through the fabric and then slipping underneath the material to finger me. This time I didn’t have to give him any direction at all as he willingly tugged my bottoms down off my legs, leaving me naked and trembling with excitement.

I moaned again as he fingered my clit. I couldn’t help myself and I removed my regulator, wanting to experience the sensations as I held my breath. It wasn’t long until he slipped a couple of fingers inside me, wriggling them around until I was writhing and squirming in his grasp.

I groaned as I humped his hand, bubbles slipping out of my pursed lips. He was getting me all worked up and I loved it! If he didn’t stop he was liable to finger a juicy little orgasm right out of me!

Eric tweaked my nipples as his fingers worked inside my fuck-box, wriggling and thrusting and making me hot for his cock. I moaned and grunted, thrusting against his hand as he worked me into a slow boil. This was turning out far better than I’d hoped!

I reached behind me and found his cock, discovering to my delight that he was getting hard again. I grabbed him and began pulling on him, aching to have his member deep inside me. He’d been perfect for my mouth and now I was looking forward to feeling him in a more intimate hole.

As I put my reg back in my mouth to refill my lungs he twisted me off his lap. His hands slid under my ass as he lifted me up, admiring my bush. My labia were swollen and as I went over backward I couldn’t wait for him to dive in for a little underwater muff-diving!

He paused for a long moment, making me squirm with desire while I mentally begged him to eat me. Then he removed his regulator before burying his face in my hot snatch. He bubbled his breath away as his tongue began to flick out against my swollen nub.

I groaned into my reg as he lapped up my dripping fluids. I couldn’t help myself and I removed my reg again to experience the wonderful sensation of him eating me out while holding my breath. I moaned and bubbled as that incredible tongue of his probed my quivering slit, my labia all puffy with arousal.

I began humping his face as he licked me out, mashing myself against his mouth. The sensations swelled within me as I continued to hold my breath. I got really dizzy as he licked pleasure into my aching fuck-hole. I finally retrieved my regulator, putting it back into my mouth while groaning with arousal.

He stopped to refill his lungs and I moaned as my body quivered, missing the presence of that glorious tongue of his. I reached down to finger myself as I groped one of my breasts. My pussy throbbed with an ache of longing, a longing for that tongue of his to return followed by a longing to be plowed by that wonderful fuck-tool he was packing.

His mouth returned to my bush, his tongue probing my quivering opening. It felt heavenly, especially the way his thumb swirled over my nub. I removed my reg again to enjoy every delicious second of it while holding my breath. I couldn’t for the life of me understand his foolish wife, considering what she was missing out on as he licked pleasure into my hot, throbbing fuck-box!

It wasn’t long until I actually popped off, shuddering from an explosion of great pleasure as a wonderful current of ecstasy coursed through my body. I bucked and shuddered, spewing air out of my mouth and moaning as I humped against that wonderful tongue of his. For a moment I lost track of my hose and I actually had to scramble before I found my regulator and crammed it back between my lips.

I moaned and grunted, exhaling heavily. But amazingly the bastard wouldn’t stop! After he put his reg back into his mouth he just rolled me over so that my back was toward the surface ten feet above us. As he refilled his lungs he poked a couple fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out in a juicy little finger-fuck, his thumb swirling over my swollen nub.

The weight belt pulled me down until I actually stretched my arms out above me in a virtual handstand. But he just kept going, removing his regulator and then licking me again. His tongue hit my nub and then split the folds of my labia before penetrating my throbbing cunt. The bastard was giving me more than I bargained for and I fucking LOVED it!

I let the reg fall out of my mouth as he tongue-fucked my pussy, holding my breath to heighten the sensations. I wriggled and squirmed at his sexual assault, my pussy throbbing with a terrible ache as he groped my ass. This was definitely not the shy guy I’d nearly run over outside the diner a little while ago!

To my complete and utter surprise he suddenly went over backward, taking me with him as he adjusted me on top of him in a 69 position. I felt two fingers slide into my throbbing cunt as his tongue continued to lick and probe my aching slit. I whimpered and moaned, wriggling like crazy as I took his cock deep down my throat.

We stayed like that for several minutes, grunting and burbling while occasionally refilling our lungs. Those fingers and that tongue of his worked me over pretty good, making me moan and bubble like crazy. He gave me a good finger-fucking until I climaxed again, screaming my breath away around a mouthful of cock.

I grabbed my reg and refilled my heaving lungs. Then I rose up and sat on his face, groping my tits while he licked me some more. His cock had hardened back up nicely and I desperately wanted it inside me. “I GOTTA HAVE IT!” I finally bubbled as I grabbed for it.

He rose up with me until we were both on our feet. As I bent over, he centered his dick against my quivering slit. Then he slid inside me in one fluid motion and I nearly went wild. That’s when he grabbed my shoulders and started fucking me good and hard…

GAWD; that felt great!!

I groaned and bubbled as he pumped me good and hard. It felt like he hadn’t enjoyed a good fucking like this in a long time! It was great being the object of his lustful desires! That’s when I removed my reg, glorying in a good hard, breathless fuck!

I groaned as I enthusiastically rode him, grunting a bubbly… “FUCK ME…… HARDER!” That’s when he really gave it to me good. Before I knew it he’d fallen over backward, pulling me down until I was riding him facing away from him.

I sucked on my regulator like crazy as I impaled myself over and over on his quivering shaft. That’s when I felt him start to swell within me once more. Gawd; was he actually going to cum AGAIN??!! Then I felt his creamy warmth erupt inside me and I totally lost it, tipping my head back and screaming as my exhalations bubbled up to the surface.

An incredible flush of warmth flowed throughout my body and I moaned weakly, happily exhausted. But he still kept thrusting in and out of me as if he hadn’t gotten enough. I was getting more than I expected – a very pleasant surprise!

I continued to ride him, squeezing him with my pussy in an effort to keep him hard. We both grunted and moaned as he somehow managed to stay inside me. It was a nice afterglow-fuck that seemed to be turning us both on. He even reached around to grope my tits as though I was his to possess! It felt incredible!

I popped my reg again, enjoying a nice slow, breathless fuck as I sat on his cock. I ground into him, moaning with lust. The sound of our exhalations only added to my arousal and I grunted as I started riding him harder.

The moment I started getting dizzy again I put my reg back into my mouth. That’s when Eric startled the hell out of me. He stood up and split my legs apart, holding onto one leg as he began fucking me sideways! Fuck, that was hot!

I felt a jolt of excitement as he started fucking me again. Instinctively I dropped my reg, enjoying the breathless fuck and grunting as he really gave it to me good and hard. The bastard was really creative and I was the lucky recipient of all his pent-up energies and frustrations!

I started getting dizzy again as I held my breath so I grabbed for my reg. But this time Eric grabbed my wrist for a moment or two, causing a rather delicious little delay as he gave me a knowing smile. My heart leaped into my throat and I grunted and bubbled in alarm. Then he let go and I frantically crammed my reg between my lips, greedily refilling my aching lungs.

I looked at him for any sign of malice but he just grinned back at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He’d seen me remove my reg several times and I think he was simply toying with me a little. I grinned back at him, moaning for him to fuck me even harder.

We were virtually sitting on the bottom of the pool as he pumped me sideways. I cried out with pleasure, my exhalations frothing up toward the surface. Gawd; he was giving it to me good!

I dropped my reg again, wanting to experience it all in a breathless euphoria. I think he saw me remove my regulator because he fucked me even harder as though knowing that was exactly what I wanted. My heart pounded in my chest and it wasn’t long until my lungs began to burn.

Once more I pushed it, feeling it start to swell within me as he fucked me good and hard. Then I started getting dizzy again and I fumbled around for my reg. But he just grabbed my wrist, preventing me from getting the air I needed!

Again I felt that terribly erotic jolt of alarm and I tried to jerk the reg up toward my mouth. He just held onto my wrist; smiling wickedly, the fucking bastard. I cried out and jerked again but he just held on tight until it exploded inside me like a fireball.

I winced, tipping my head back as bubbles poured out of my mouth. My orgasm flooded my entire being and for a delicious moment I thought I was going to be in real trouble. Then he let go of my wrist and I crammed the reg home, greedily gulping air into my starving lungs.

I gave him a dirty look but he just shifted me in position again until I was riding him while straddling him with my legs. Once more that wonderful cock of his seemed to hit my G-spot just right. It was more than I could stand and I groaned with each thrust of his incredible fuck-tool!

I grunted as I reached down and fingered my throbbing clit, his cock filling my aching cunt. He held onto my thighs with both hands, driving himself deep inside me as I sat on him. I soon found myself leaning back, fingering my clit like crazy as I grunted and moaned.

It dawned on me he was hard inside me; GAWD, he was hard again! He reached out and groped my tits with one hand, hanging onto me with the other. I just rode him hard and fast, determined to take my ride just as far as we could go.

Once more I allowed my reg to fall from my lips, wanting to experience this incredible fuck from a breathless perspective. Naturally my arousal increased dramatically as I remained off my hose. There’s just something about being fucked underwater while holding my breath that really gets me off! Perhaps it’s the wildly erotic thought that I could actually drown myself if I’m not careful!

Eric grunted as he fucked me hard, his exhalations bubbling up to the surface. But this time I saw him reach for my reg as though indicating to me I no longer had any choice in the matter as to when I’d get to breathe again. Once again he’d somehow picked up on a secret desire of mine to be dominated – to be forcefully deprived of air even though I hadn’t communicated it to him directly.

I trembled erotically, giving him a seductive smile… “Yeah, baby; you’ve just read my mind!” He just grinned back at me, his cock fucking pleasure into my throbbing pussy. I found myself wondering what the hell I’d done right today to have somehow hit the jackpot with a guy like Eric!

I indicated my need for air by motioning for the reg. But he teased me with it, bringing it near my lips and then stopping to tantalize me with it. It drove me wild and I bubbled like crazy before he finally placed it between my lips. Gawd; that was erotic as hell!

He fucked me like that for several minutes, taking my reg and using it to toy with me before giving it back. But I was mad with desire and I wanted even more. I’d brought him this far and I decided to see if I could bring him all the way.

I climbed off him and we stood up together. Then I turned my back to him, reaching back to grab his hard cock. I was trembling as I placed it right up against my puckered anus, hoping he understood what I wanted. Hell, I was hoping I understood for myself what I thought I wanted!

He pushed carefully against my opening, apparently not wanting to hurt me, and I loved him for that. But it drove me crazy as he worked himself inside me with agonizing slowness. Then he was finally all the way inside, his cock buried deep in my ass.

I started fucking him hard, impaling myself on that hard, throbbing shaft of his. Wondering how far I could take him, I grabbed one of his hands and placed it at my throat. He seemed to instantly pick up on what I was thinking because he used his hand to choke me a little as he pulled me back toward him.

I grunted and exhaled as I encountered that familiar strangling sensation. He caressed my neck a little and then slowly squeezed even harder, just exactly the way I wanted him to! I wanted to be raped in the ass underwater – wanted to be choked and molested! I groaned in response as I thrust back against him, deeply impaling my ass with his dick!

He suddenly reached around and snatched my regulator out of my mouth. I grunted in alarm as another jolt of erotic tingles hit me hard. That’s when he really began pounding my ass, setting me on fire with a blazing desire to be brutally dominated!

I grunted and bubbled as he fucked my ass, my head starting to get dizzy from lack of air again. I cried out for the reg but he deliberately withheld it from me which turned me on even more. He was becoming more wicked with me and it was giving me such incredible tingles.

Bubbles poured from my mouth before he finally jammed the reg between my lips. I gulped air down into my lungs moments before he cruelly jerked it away. Then he fucked my ass hard, his throbbing cock raping me even as my muscles hungrily tried to pull him deep inside me.

He pounded me relentlessly before shifting me in position once more. This time he gathered me up in his arms, my knees tight together as he found my ass again. Then he fucked me good and hard, driving his cock deep in my rectum.

I grunted and groaned as he raped my ass, my body hot with the electrical current of an insane arousal. I think I’d become the sexual outlet he so desperately needed – the sexual release his body craved – and he was deliciously brutal about it. It was the kind of fucking I craved – the pounding a woman sometimes needs whenever she slips over the edge of desire to serve as someone’s fuck-toy.

He let me swallow a few precious gulps of air before abruptly pulling the reg out of my mouth again. Then he really gave it to me good, pumping my ass hard. I couldn’t help myself and I screamed out my pleasure in a froth of bubbles as the molten heat of a massive volcano built toward an orgasmic eruption of devastating proportions.

He returned my reg to my lips and allowed me a few pitiful breaths before taking it away again. But I didn’t care. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, hoping he wouldn’t stop… praying he wouldn’t stop until he’d totally had his way with me.

He suddenly returned my reg to me before pulling out. I groaned with disappointment at the withdrawal of his wonderful rape-tool from my ass. Then he placed me on my hands and knees on the bottom of the pool. I gasped excitedly, bracing for the inevitable.

Once again he came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against my puckered anus. With one hard thrust he was in and I cried out in delirium. Then he really started raping me as a hand came around and grabbed my neck, threatening to choke the very life out of me.

He pounded me like a man possessed, my muscles desperately trying to milk him dry. Then once again he reached around to jerk the reg out of my mouth. I was left with that terribly erotic, breathless feeling as my body sang with an incredible arousal.

I was on all fours at the bottom of the pool and at that moment I felt like I was his bitch… and I LOVED it! I would have done anything for him, especially the way he was giving me the fucking I so deeply craved, the fucking I so badly needed! He was the one depriving me of air, both for his pleasure and mine, and it was filling me with an inferno of fiery, molten lust.

I suddenly felt him begin to swell inside my rectum, begin to swell yet again. Gawd; was he actually going to cum a third time??!! But my chest was starting to heave and I figured he’d better hurry. My lungs were burning from lack of air and I was getting dizzy again.

His hands found my neck and he began to squeeze, choking me. My eyes began to bulge and I actually started to put up a struggle. But the more I fought against him the harder he raped my ass!

My lungs were on fire; I desperately needed the reg again! But he refused to return it to me! Instead the bastard just pounded me relentlessly, raping me hard and fast.

I grunted and bubbled, trying to communicate to him my urgent need for my next breath. But strangely he seemed to ignore me, focusing instead on his own pleasure. Gawd; he was going to drown me if he didn’t hurry up and feed me the regulator!

I struggled harder, even as he forced me to remain on my hands and knees. My lungs were on fire and I was losing air fast. Didn’t he understand?? Didn’t he see I needed the hose?? What the hell was he DOING??!!

I heard him breathing heavily behind me with massive exhalations as my own lungs cried out from lack of air. My cheeks bulged as my lips clamped tightly together, my eyes bugging out from my brain’s lack of air. “RETURN THE REG TO ME, ERIC!” my mind screamed. “GIVE IT BACK OR I’M GOING TO DROWN!”

That’s when it occurred to me…

Gawd! What if he really WANTED me to drown?? What if somehow I’d actually picked up the wrong man??!!

I tried to make a break for the surface but I didn’t have enough energy to twist out of his grasp. He just kept raping my ass from behind as though he was never going to stop. Then my lungs gave out and air burst out of my mouth to billow up to the surface.

I tried to stop it but it was too late. I gurgled as I inhaled reflexively. A moment later my orgasm detonated inside me like the explosion of an atomic bomb.

My body began to shudder like mad, my back arching as a wave of white-hot pleasure flooded throughout my entire being. At the same time I began to buck and jerk as my lungs were flooded with cool, pool water. I coughed out bubbles, sucking down more pool water as I began to drown with a cock up my ass.

At that very moment I felt Eric explode, felt his creamy warmth deep in my rectum. The fucking bastard had actually left his spunk in all three of my holes… and now he was drowning my ass! I simply couldn’t believe it!!

I went from one orgasm right into the next one as I bucked and jerked like crazy. I felt water invading every hole… every pore… every fiber of my being. It hurt like hell but the agony was minimized by the massive surge of incredible pleasure that kept washing back and forth inside me like the tide coming in, going out, and then coming back in again.

I coughed and gurgled, consciously aware of a soreness in both my cunt and ass. Then I experienced what felt like the onset of yet a third, more devastating climax. My system simply couldn’t handle the load and I spasmed painfully before finally passing out, collapsing into blissful unconsciousness…

—

I was awakened by the heat of the sun as it warmed my body. My eyes fluttered open and I realized I’d lost the shade of the patio umbrella I was under. Then I looked around in confusion.

I was lying naked on a comfortable patio lounger in the backyard of my friend’s house, the guy who owned the pool I sometimes use to bring males over for impromptu snuba and scuba lessons. But there was no one around except me. I sat up groggily, aware of how sore and yet how pleasantly wonderful I felt.

My bikini lay discarded on the ground next to the patio lounger along with my dive mask and weight belt. A single hose was uncoiled, stretched out from the compressor which sat there like a silent sentinel. On the table next to me sat a couple of toys I frequently used – one for my pussy and the other for my ass.

I rubbed my eyes and shook the cobwebs out of my head. Had it all been nothing but a dream, conjured up by my subconscious desires in response to my desperate need to be fucked underwater? If it was then it had been a wet dream for the ages! I was definitely wet down below, a mess I would certainly need to clean up off the cushioned patio lounger before I went home for the day.

I rose up and looked up at the sky, judging that it was late afternoon. It was time to put everything away and then head for home. I don’t know why I couldn’t seem to remember what must have been my recent swim in the pool along with the use of my play-toys. But I could tell something had happened because I’d had several orgasms. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As I got up and started putting things away I happened to glance down into the deep end of the pool. Something caught my eye, something that I knew didn’t belong down there. That’s when I began to question everything… including my dream…

Because lying on the bottom of the pool was a pair of red and white swim trunks that had no business being there! I knew the owner was away on vacation and I sure as hell wouldn’t have worn them! So how the hell did they get there??

(written Jul 6 by riwa)

(Inspiration and vidcaps are from SU #37 Resort Course. Vidcaps are for illustration purposes only.)

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Dorothy’s ‘volunteer’ hanging 4.5 (32)

Posted on May 4, 2015 by riwa

Dorothy smiled at the familiar face as she got out of her car. “Aneeqa, I didn’t know you’d been invited!”

“Dorothy, so nice to see you!” They embraced each other, kissing each other’s cheeks in the traditional greeting of the day.

“So are you a friend of the bride or groom?” Aneeqa wanted to know.

“Neither,” Dorothy admitted sheepishly. “But I’m friends with the Maid of Honor. Miranda invited me to come.”

“I know Miranda a little; I met her once,” Aneeqa offered, “but I happen to be friends with the groom Richard.”

They began walking together toward the building, making their way through the milling crowd. That’s when they came across Miranda. Dorothy was a little surprised she wasn’t more properly dressed, although supposedly this wasn’t being touted as a traditional wedding.

Miranda spotted them and called out to them first… “Well, there’s Aneeqa and Dorothy! Glad you two could make it!”

“Glad to be here,” Aneeqa said with a smile. Dorothy smiled and remarked, “My, but there’s a lot of people here today, Miranda!”

“That’s because we’re having some very special entertainment later,” the Maid of Honor told them.

“Special entertainment?” Aneeqa repeated in surprise. “I never heard anything about that! I was only told it was a dress-up affair and that it was a wedding not to be missed!”

“I hope I’m dressed appropriately for this event,” Dorothy added, nervously looking down at her skirt, jacket and heels.

“You’re fine, Dorothy,” Miranda reassured her, looking at Aneeqa and adding, “You’re both fine. “We’re starting inside with a reception right after the wedding. The entertainment will follow soon after.”

“Can you tell me anymore about this entertainment?”

“Sorry, Aneeqa, but right now I can’t,” Miranda replied apologetically.

“You sure are being mysterious about all this,” Dorothy added, shaking her head in dismay.

“I’m sorry about that, Dorothy, but it’s not by choice I assure you. Anyway, I’ll see you both inside, ok?”

“Ok,” they both told her as she walked away. Then Aneeqa turned and looked curiously at her.

“Mighty peculiar, Dorothy; don’t you think? Do you have any idea what’s going on here today?”

“I really don’t have a clue, Aneeqa,” Dorothy admitted. “I wish she would have told us more! There certainly is a large number of people all dressed up today!”

“I wonder what she meant by all this ‘entertainment’ business.”

“I’m sure I don’t know, Aneeqa! But I think we’re not the only ones wanting to know what’s going on. I overheard this couple right next to me saying the same thing to each other.”

“Well, I’m going to head inside. I’ll see you there.”

“Yes, you go on ahead,” Dorothy told her. “Meanwhile I think I’m going to ask a couple more people out here if they know anything more.” She nodded and then headed in the direction of the building everyone seemed to be headed toward.

Dorothy looked around until she caught sight of a couple of females heading in the same direction. She walked up to them and got their attention. “Excuse me, but do you ladies know what’s going on today?”

“No, I sure don’t!” the brunette replied. “I was only told that it would be an event we wouldn’t want to miss! That’s why Stephy and I decided to come today. Do you know anything, Stephy?”

“I sure don’t, Corinne,” her friend replied. “I’m just as in the dark as you are about it. But I heard it’s going to be special.”

‘I see these two are no help at all,’ Dorothy thought to herself. But she smiled at them as she told them, “I met my friend Aneeqa a few minutes ago. She’s curious too, but she went on ahead. I’m going to catch up to her inside.”

“Well, maybe we’ll see you inside?” Stephy asked with a smile.

“Yes, maybe you will,” Dorothy replied, smiling back as they went on without her.

‘Damn!’ she thought as she watched them go. ‘Neither of them knew anything either! I wonder what the hell is going on here today? I know there’s supposed to be a wedding and a reception. I just don’t know what this entertainment is supposed to be! Oh well… might as well go on in.’ She sighed as she followed the crowd inside…

–

The wedding took place in an upstairs hall. It was a simple affair, but exceedingly well attended. Dorothy was impressed with how many people had come to witness the blessed event. But the bride and groom were not in traditional attire.

Afterwards everyone was invited to attend the reception downstairs. Dorothy headed down, having missed seeing her friend Aneeqa at the wedding. She assumed she would eventually run into her at the reception, but she hadn’t yet spotted her. That’s when a harried Miranda came rushing up to her.

“Dorothy, there you are! Thank gawd, I found you! I need your help!” Dorothy was astonished.

“My help??!! You need MY help??!! But I don’t even know the bride and groom all that well except by reputation!”

“It’s ok, Dorothy. I know they will appreciate anything you can do for them. After all, it’s really important.”

“Well, I’m not sure how I can help out, Miranda.”

“Oh it’s real easy, Dorothy; I promise! I just need a little help with something out back, ok? I promise; it won’t take long!”

“I won’t miss anything down here at the reception, will I? I still don’t know what’s going on here today.”

“I promise you won’t miss out on a thing! In fact, I am authorized to give you a front row seat if you can just help me out back with a little something I cooked up for the bride and groom!”

Dorothy thought it over for a second or two before agreeing. “Well, ok,” she answered hesitantly. “I suppose I can help out for a few minutes.”

‘I suppose it can’t hurt,’ she thought to herself, stepping in behind Miranda. ‘I will probably run into Aneeqa soon enough anyway. Actually she’ll probably spot me before I spot her! Besides, with all these people here, a front row seat might be nice!’

She followed Miranda out the back door into a grassy field. Off in the distance she caught sight of something silhouetted in the late afternoon sky. Then she stared in amazement.

“Miranda, isn’t that a gallows?” she asked in utter disbelief as she pointed it out.

“Yes it is, Dorothy. What do you think?”

“What do I think??!! Miranda, I guess I’m not sure I know WHAT to think!!” Seeing a gallows at a wedding event was NOT what Dorothy had expected to come across today!

“I just need a little help over there is all,” Miranda explained.

“A little h-help??” Dorothy stammered. “What kind of h-help do you mean?”

“Goodness, you’re jumpy today!” Then Miranda sighed with a scowl. “You want to go back inside, Dorothy? All I need is a little help out here. But if you’re not willing then I suppose I’d better go back in and get someone else!” She looked at her watch before adding, “Damn, this is going to throw their timetable off!”

The manipulative tactic worked; Dorothy quickly backtracked. “No – no; I’m willing to help!” she added hastily. “What is it you need from me?” Then she glanced up at the gallows again, a feeling of foreboding creeping over her. The damn thing was scaring the shit out of her!

“Thanks, Dorothy; I really appreciate it!” Miranda replied, appearing greatly relieved. Then she led her right up to it.

“Right this way, Dorothy. You like it? I think they worked hard to make it look authentic, don’t you? It looks realistic, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, it l-looks realistic all right,” Dorothy replied, trying not to stammer, much less evidence her growing discomfort. She looked all around, hoping they wouldn’t be out there in the shadow of that damnable gallows for too much longer.

“Right up here,” Miranda coaxed, walking up the steps and motioning for Dorothy. The nervous woman hesitated as she looked up at the thick coil.

“C’mon, Dorothy! I need you up here right now! Time’s running out and I don’t want to keep the bride and groom waiting!” Dorothy swallowed the lump in her throat as she hesitantly climbed the steps.

“C’mon – c’mon; right over here!” Miranda urged, grabbing onto the coil of rope. Dorothy recoiled in alarm, her breath catching in her throat…

“W-wait a minute!! What are you going to, uh… do with that noose??”

“Will you just get over here already?” Miranda gasped in exasperation. “Damnit, Dorothy; this is taking too long! Do you want to help me or don’t you?”

“Well, ok,” Dorothy stammered. But as she got closer Miranda took the noose as though she was going to loop it around her neck.

“Uh, wait a minute, ok?” she gasped, holding up her hand as a jolt of erotic horror hit her hard. “I really don’t think I, uh…”

“Nonsense; you’ll be fine!” Miranda tried to reassure her. “Let me just snug it around your neck now, ok? See how nice and thick it is?”

“Wait – WAIT!” Dorothy stammered nervously. “Miranda I don’t think I…”

“Oh for gawd’s sake; it’s not a snake! Just calm down, ok?”

Dorothy started hyperventilating as Miranda snugged the rope up tight around her neck. “Now how does that feel?” she asked curiously.

“I don’t kn-know,” Dorothy stammered. “I g-guess it’s ok.”

“Aren’t you the least bit excited?” Miranda asked. “I’ve heard most women get a little excited when they first feel the rope around their throat. It would really help me if you were to tell me how it feels. Remember, this is for the bride and groom!”

“Well, I…” Dorothy started to stammer before she was forced to pause, swallowing another lump in her throat.

“C’mon – c’mon; I’m running behind schedule as it is! Just tell me already!”

“Y-yes, I g-guess I’m a little, uh…”

“A little what? Scared? Aroused? Excited? C’mon, Dorothy; I need to know so we can get back to the reception!”

“S-scared and, uh… excited I guess,” Dorothy admitted nervously.

“See? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

“Could you, uh… t-take it off now?”

“Don’t you feel a little sexy, Dorothy?”

Dorothy was trembling as she wracked her brain trying to figure out why the hell Miranda wanted her out here with the noose and the gallows. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out how it fit into the reception back in the building! So she decided maybe it was best to play along for now… anything to hurry things up so she could get her to take the damned thing off!

“Uh, yeah… I g-guess it feels a little, uh… s-sexy. Now could you just, uh… take it off already?”

“Almost done, Dorothy; I DO appreciate this!” Miranda gushed. “Just one thing more, ok?” Then she pulled out a set of handcuffs hidden within her outfit.

“Now that we’ve got the noose around your neck, we’ll want to complete the ensemble, right? Now let me just add these handcuffs here.”

Dorothy recoiled again, squawking with fright. “P-please, Miranda… don’t…” That’s when the Maid of Honor angrily put her hands on her hips.

“Dorothy, I’m hurt! My friend asks if I know someone who can help on her wedding day and the first person I think of is you! Now do you want to help me or don’t you?”

“Look, I just don’t, uh… I don’t know about all this and…” But Miranda ignored her reluctance by pulling her arms behind her back and roughly locking her wrists together with the cuffs.

The moment she heard them clatch behind her back Dorothy’s knees nearly gave out. Why was she so frightened?? After all, she was only helping the Maid of Honor with a certain part of the reception, although she had no idea how the gallows fit into all this! Perhaps she was reading the wrong thing into Miranda’s actions, and she told herself to try to calm down.

Miranda looked her up and down approvingly and then smiled happily. “Thanks, Dorothy!” she gushed. “The bride and groom are really going to love this… and so are all their guests!” Then she reached into another pocket of her outfit, pulled out some sort of two way radio and spoke into it…

“Ok, Edwardo; send them all out! Our volunteer is all ready to go!”

Dorothy gasped in alarm. “Volunteer??!!” she blurted out in a trembling voice. “Volunteer for WHAT???!!!”

“Why, a volunteer to be hung of course, you silly bitch! Why do you think I needed your help out here?! I needed you to get into position so I can hang you special for the bride and groom and for everyone attending the reception!”

“But I d-didn’t volunteer!!” Dorothy gasped in horror.

“Sure you did! You climbed right up onto the gallows and willingly stuck your head into the noose, right? You volunteered, Dorothy; I sure didn’t force you or anything!”

“But you s-said it was for the reception!!”

“I wasn’t lying; it IS for the reception, sweetie!” Then she turned as people started streaming out of the building in their direction.

“That’s right, everyone!” she called out to them, waving them to come closer. “Come on over and gather round. Dorothy here has volunteered to hang for you all this afternoon to celebrate the union of our friends Mary and Richard!”

There were excited murmurs as people started to gather around the gallows. Dorothy was horrified and she started to hyperventilate while pleading with those walking up… “NO I HAVEN’T – NO I HAVEN’T! I HAVEN’T VOLUNTEERED FOR ANYTHING! SOMEBODY GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”

“That’s good, Dorothy; that’s really good!” Miranda encouraged happily. “Show us more fear; play your part well!”

“BUT I DON’T WANT TO HANG!” She was terrified out of her mind, wondering how this day could have turned on her so vindictively.

Dorothy saw her friend standing there in the crowd, and she tried to appeal to her to help her. “ANEEQA; FOR GAWD’S SAKE, GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” Miranda just smiled in her direction.

“Isn’t she playing her part to the hilt?” she observed proudly. “She’s really milking it for all she’s worth, isn’t she? Mary and Richard should be really happy!”

At that moment Dorothy saw the bride and groom walk up. That’s when she started pleading with them as well… “PLEASE… DON’T LET HER HANG ME??!!”

Mary took her new husband’s hand in hers and smiled. “We really appreciate your performance today, Dorothy; we really do! You are really making it exciting for everyone here! This really means a lot to us!”

“BUT I DON’T W-WANT TO HANG!” That’s when Miranda grabbed onto the rope and pulled it tighter.

The noose snugged up tight, pulling Dorothy up onto her toes. It virtually cut off all further speech as she started gawking and gurgling. A moment later a dark stain appeared in her skirt as she pissed herself from her terror.

“There we go, folks,” the Maid of Honor said with a flourish, motioning at her very reluctant ‘volunteer’. “We’ve heard enough from her performance, so now we’ve got her up on her toes where she belongs! No point in hearing anymore how much she doesn’t want to hang, right?” and she winked at everyone.

“She’s acted well and truly made her point!” she went on with a flourish. “Now let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” The response was clapping and cheers from the gathered spectators.

Miranda tied the rope off, keeping Dorothy up on her toes in a partially asphyxiated state. She caught sight of Dorothy’s wet skirt and smiled. “Aww, did we just wet ourselves, sweetie? Not to worry; it’s all a part of your performance, and we all really appreciate it!”

Aneeqa came up to the woman serving as executioner, looking curiously at her friend all noosed, trembling and gasping. “Are you really going to hang her, Miranda?” she queried. “Did she really volunteer?”

“I sure am, Aneeqa!” the Maid of Honor replied excitedly. “You won’t believe it when I say this, but she came right out, saw the gallows and volunteered on the spot! Why she couldn’t wait to stick her head in the noose! She even told me she hoped to hang well for her friend Aneeqa today! Isn’t that right, Dorothy?”

They turned to look at her as the topic of their discussion rasped and gurgled, trying to force the words out of her mouth that it was all a lie, that she had not volunteered in the slightest but that she had been tricked! She could only plead with Aneeqa with her eyes not to let them hang her.

Aneeqa looked at her friend in the noose with new-found admiration. “Wow, Dorothy; I’m really excited!” she happily told her. “I’m so very proud of you today! Thank you so much for volunteering! This is a real treat; I’m sure Mary and Richard are going to love it! I know I sure am!” Dorothy rasped and gurgled but was unable to verbalize a reply to the contrary.

Miranda looked at the bride and groom, smiling as she saw them nod their readiness at watching Dorothy’s show. Then she turned to face the gathered throng. “Is everyone ready for today’s entertainment?!” she said aloud, proudly acting as Master of Ceremonies.

There were eager cries for her to get on with it, causing her to grin excitedly. “Ok, ladies and gentlemen… let’s drop her!” Then she walked over and grabbed onto a lever. “You’re on, sweetie,” she said happily to the frightened woman as she pulled it.

Dorothy tried to cry out as she fell, only for the noose to pull her up short as she wet herself in orgasm. She’d only fallen about a foot or so, leaving her another foot off the ground. Then her feet began fluttering for solid footing beneath her that was no longer there.

Her mind cried out for somebody to get her down from there as her legs started to scissor. Then she began to swing back and forth as her legs flew outward. One heel flew off and then the other followed as her toes curled.

She rasped and gurgled, astonished that it could hurt so much. But she was still getting air, although it was painful every time she tried to take a breath. The noose hadn’t cut off her windpipe completely, but it was making it an agony every time her lungs tried to swell from taking another breath.

Her legs pedaled as though she was trying to run in the noose. Then her knees began jerking upward as though that would somehow relieve the agony around her throat. But that only succeeded in constricting the lethal coil around her neck, making it even harder to draw a breath.

She twisted in one direction and then back the other way as she swayed back and forth. Aneeqa came into her line of vision and she pleaded with her eyes for her to take her down. But when she saw the look of rapture in her friend’s face, she was horrified that she appeared to be so sexually aroused watching her suffering…

“Damn, girl; that is so fucking sexy! I never knew you were going to volunteer for this! Why didn’t you tell me?! It’s a hell of a surprise, honey, but I fucking love it! You are really putting on quite a show!!”

As she struggled to get a decent breath of air she saw Stephy and Corinne standing there watching her with great interest. Both of them appeared to be rather flushed from the spectacle. But it was evident they admired her courage, even if they thought she was a little crazy to volunteer…

“Wow, just look at her hang!”

“Did you see her orgasm when Miranda pulled the lever?”

“That is so fucking hot… although I could NEVER volunteer for something like that!” Dorothy rasped for breath as she tried to convey to them that she hadn’t volunteered. But at this point in time it really didn’t seem to matter anymore. She was going to hang to death anyway; no one was going to take her down.

She twisted in place, getting a glimpse of others watching her. She saw several bulges in trousers as well as many females appearing quite out of breath. She even saw one woman in a white blouse with nipples poking through the fabric as though she was quite turned on by the spectacle!

She twisted and swung until the bride and groom came into her line of sight, standing there observing her every movement. There was a noticeable bulge in Richard’s pants, a bulge the bride was only too happy to be groping at that very moment. Dorothy noticed Mary seemed to be in a rapturous fog of bliss, appearing to intently study her every agonizing jerk and spasm in the noose…

“Just look at her, honey! Miranda really picked out a good one! She’s quite a fighter!”

“She sure did, my love. I wasn’t sure I believed her when your Maid of Honor said she would supply the volunteer if we put up the gallows. But it was well worth it!”

“Maybe we could hang someone next year on our anniversary, Richard?”

“If I know Miranda, she’ll probably find someone to ‘volunteer’ if you would like that, my love. Let’s ask her when we get back to the reception.”

Dorothy’s mind raced with incredulous thoughts. Why was this happening to her; why had she been so deceived? Was this the plan all along: for Miranda to pick her out so they could all watch her hang during the reception?? Everyone out there seemed more than a little eager to watch her hang to death!

She kicked and struggled for two minutes… four… six! It felt like an eternity, an agony she could not comprehend. She could still breathe, although just barely. A part of her wanted to die, wanted her suffering to end. Another part wanted to live, wanted someone to come up and cut her down.

She kicked and jerked, causing the noose to tighten even more. Her knees came up and she jerked down hard again as though trying to jerk the noose loose from around her neck. It only tightened even more, causing her body to panic from lack of oxygen as she kicked and struggled.

There was a brief flurry of activity as her body swung and twisted. Then she finally hung limp, her eyes glazing over as her tongue protruded. She was humiliated as a loud fart emanated out from underneath her skirt, followed by her bladder giving way. Most of the spectators witnessed the urine streaming down her legs, and they cheered and applauded as though it was the icing on the proverbial cake.

“I think she’s about done, folks,” Miranda observed at around the nine minute mark. “We’ll just leave her up here for awhile for all of you to enjoy!” Then she turned toward Richard and Mary.

“To the bride and groom!!” she declared. “May you have many happy years together!”

Dorothy barely heard the cheers and applause. But she was more focused on the fact that she couldn’t feel anything below her waist anymore. What’s more, she could feel major organs dying inside, could feel her body in agony. Then her vision failed her.

She could still hear voices, could hear people talking about her hanging, talking about how much they had enjoyed it. She recognized Aneeqa’s voice as she congratulated the happy couple… recognized Miranda telling them how honored she was to be allowed to execute Dorothy for their happy day. Then she faded away into unconsciousness as merciful oblivion finally claimed her…

Her heart continued to beat for another fifteen minutes, pumping slower and slower until it finally gave out. By then several of the spectators had come up to have their picture taken with the dangling volunteer. The bride and groom also stepped up, happily sandwiching Dorothy’s lifeless body between them for several pictures.

Eventually everyone headed back into the reception hall. Miranda hung around until everyone was gone. Then she came up to Dorothy one last time and gave her dead body a push.

“Thank you for volunteering, sweetie,” she whispered lovingly. “You were really great! But I’m going to leave you out here awhile longer while everyone is at the reception. After all, we don’t want your corpse stinking up the place on Richard and Mary’s wedding day, do we?” Then she giggled as she took her leave, heading back toward the reception to share in the joy of the big day with the bride and groom as well as the memory of such a wonderful hanging…

(written for Dorothy May 1 by riwa)

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Janet and the water tube 4.1 (15)

Posted on April 30, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Doc wanted me to test the water tube before he put Jenna or Brianna in it. So I went over to that section of the laboratory and made sure it was functioning properly. I tested all the valves and the corresponding controls, making sure everything seemed to be in order.

For a moment I paused, staring hypnotically into the water tube. I could almost imagine Jenna or Brianna in there trying to hold their breath while locked into the foot supports at the bottom. They are the two volunteers the doc uses during his drowning experiments.

The mental image of them writhing around as the doc pushed their limits and then drowned them was enough to get me all worked up. I’m not much for having an encounter with another female. But picturing them holding their breath in a flooded tube was enough to make me tingly all over, especially when I imagined it could be me in there!

It suddenly occurred to me that I wouldn’t truly know if the water tube worked properly unless someone had actually been inside! Oh, the controls worked fine and all. It’s just that I found myself wanting to be inside holding my breath in the worst way!

I set the controls to run some automatic cycles of draining and refilling, something the doc might pull on one of his amorous volunteers. Then I looked all around to make sure no one was watching. When I confirmed I was all alone I shed my clothes lickety-split and then rushed naked up the steps and through the door to the top of the tube.

I was trembling with excitement when I dropped into the tube with a quiet splash from the opening above. I had about a minute before it started its cycle so I reached up and latched the cover closed above me. Then I filled my lungs and worked my way down.

When my toes touched the foot supports I slid my feet into each one. Then I stood there and held my breath. A moment later I heard the sound of a valve opening and the tube started to drain rapidly.

I was so turned on standing there naked! Anyone could have come by and seen me! My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet as I imagined myself in Jenna or Brianna’s situation, getting ready for another of the doc’s experiments. Well, actually he’s an assistant to Doctor Crocker, but we still call him “Doc”.

The water totally drained, leaving me trembling excitedly. Thirty seconds later it began swirling back in from the base of the tube. It filled quickly and it only took another thirty seconds before it reached my crotch.

I gasped, trembling like crazy as the water kept rising. In less than a minute it had covered my breasts and was rapidly climbing up to my neck. I took a really deep breath seconds before it swirled up over my nose. Then I was totally submerged, the water having taken a little over a minute to totally envelop me in its liquid cocoon as it continued to race up to the top.

My pussy was on fire as I held my breath. I imagined I was Jenna or Brianna, preparing to drown for another one of the good doctor’s experiments. Then I heard the sound of another valve opening and the water started to drain back out.

‘Good!’ I thought to myself. ‘By the time the water level drops back down I should have been holding my breath for about a minute.’ This was confirmed by a clock on the back wall someone had put up, allowing me to time the system.

My lungs weren’t too bad when the water dropped below my mouth, allowing me to breathe again. After all, a minute was fairly easy for me. But it didn’t pay to try long breath-holds all at once. Better to work up to them!

The water stopped just above my crotch and I panted heavily for breath. Then I heard the sound of valves again. The tube was filling back up.

I watched the clock on the wall as the water climbed my quivering body. I was already regretting not having brought a play-toy in with me. But I knew I was going to get off anyway before it was all over! Besides, I’m pretty talented playing with myself whenever the mood strikes!

I got about a full minute of air to get ready before the water level reached my chin. I quickly filled my lungs and then settled in for a longer breath-hold as bubbles dribbled out of my nose. So far the automatic programming was running true to form, leaving me virtually the exact amount of time I’d plugged into the coordinates to get my breath back. But this time I was going to be under for a minute thirty.

I watched the clock on the wall and then looked up to see how well the water was filling the tube. It was almost full before the valves kicked in again. I had another forty-five seconds before it dropped back down past my lips, allowing me to breathe again.

I stood there imagining the doc watching my naked body. I could just picture that bulge of his and I felt an erotic shiver ripple through me. No wonder Jenna and Brianna liked the doc to watch them drown! It must have been exciting knowing they were turning him on! I actually found myself secretly wishing he was watching me at that very moment.

The water level dropped past my lips and I gasped for breath as I checked the clock on the wall. It had been about a minute thirty, give or take a second or two. The system was running great!

I panted heavily, working to get my breath back. I’d set it up for one more session that would keep me under for two full minutes. That was easily within my limits. But there was that delicious flicker of uncertainty in the back of my mind. What would happen if today I’d miscalculated and I couldn’t GO two minutes on one breath??

I heard the valves as the water started to rise again. If I panicked I could easily slip out of the foot supports and go on up. But the tube would still be full before the water level started to drop. Still, I knew it should go back down within the time frame, giving me the air pocket I might need if I for some reason I couldn’t hold it long enough.

But wasn’t that a part of the thrill? Was that one of the many reasons Jenna and Brianna liked pushing things until the doc drowned them in his experiments? I found myself actually considering volunteering for his next session! It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about it. And as erotic as the whole damn thing was I doubted it would be the last.

I checked the clock on the wall and discovered I was well into a minute. A quick glance up showed me the water tube was completely full. There was no air pocket whatsoever. If I were to get into trouble now I would be forced to wait until it started to drain again.

The thought was arousing as hell and I finally succumbed to the temptation by running my hand down and fingering myself. My body writhed as bubbles trickled out of my mouth. Gawd; it was so hot! My nips were really hard!

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure I was fingering into myself. It wasn’t long until my lungs began to feel the strain. The thought of miscalculating or something going wrong and being trapped inside the water tube really got to me and I began fingering myself like crazy!

I knew I had to hurry if I was going to cum underwater because I could tell the water tube was draining again. I could feel the strain in my lungs of holding my breath and I really fingered myself. Then I popped off with a wonderful climax, one that flushed hotly through my body.

The water dropped below my head and I waited until it fell below my lips before I opened my eyes and gasped for breath. That’s when I saw the good doctor standing there at the controls, an amused look on his face!

Oh, gawd…

I went beet red with embarrassment as he studied my naked, trembling body. “Mind telling me what you’re doing in there, Janet?” he asked with a smile.

“I’m just checking the water tube like you asked, Doc!” I sputtered nervously. “I’m just checking to make sure it works properly is all!”

“Then let’s really check it, shall we?” he suggested with a grin. A moment later he tripped the override switch, deactivating my program. An instant later the foot supports clamped down tight around my feet as he toggled the controls!

“Doc?” I called out nervously as my heart rate skyrocketed. A moment later he gave a good, hard twist on the main valve. Water came boiling up from the bottom and I had seconds to fill my lungs before it rushed up past my head!

I grunted in alarm as an incredible jolt of sexual tingles hit me hard. This wasn’t at all what I’d planned on! I was only going to sneak into the water tube for a quick check and a quickie orgasm before leaving! Now I was trapped inside, my feet firmly secured inside the foot supports as the doc watched me!!

“What do you think, Janet?” he called out to me. “Is it working properly?” I nodded anxiously, my nipples rock hard.

With a hard twist on the valve in reverse I heard the water start to drain. Relief flooded my being and I nodded and bubbled. The water was almost a foot over my head and draining fast.

All of the sudden Doc grabbed the wheel and gave it a good hard twist in the opposite direction. The water instantly stopped raining and began to rise again! My eyes flew open in astonishment! Gawd! I hadn’t even been allowed to get a breath yet!

“You think Jenna and Brianna will like this?” the doc chuckled at me. My lungs really began to strain and I reached out and pounded on the glass. Bubbles poured out of my mouth as I cried out in horror, my pussy throbbing like crazy.

With a quick twist of the valve the water started to drain again. But this time I was anxious for it to drop below my head so I could get that breath I needed so badly. Then the doc twisted the valve again. The water stopped draining the moment it touched the hair on my head!

I looked up and waved my arms up above the surface, thrashing about for the air I needed so badly. It was right there but the doc wouldn’t let me have any! My lungs were on fire and I was going to drown mere inches from the damn air pocket!

With a cruel smile he twisted the valve. The water dropped past my lips and I gasped madly for breath, my body trembling like mad. Then he twisted it again and it flowed right back up over my head! I grunted in alarm until he twisted the valve once more, allowing the water to drain out until I could breathe again!

“So what do you think?” he asked again. “Think they’ll like it, Janet? Or maybe I should test it out on somebody else first?”

I coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to get my breath back. Then Doc twisted the valve again! My eyes flew open in horror and I frantically filled my lungs seconds before the water flowed up past my face!

I stared at him in horror, grunting in alarm. To my shock he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock! Then he actually started stroking it right there in front of me!!

I couldn’t believe it! He’d never acted this way with me before! Now I got the distinct impression he was actually going to enjoy watching me drown! It filled me with a terribly erotic fire as my lungs began to protest.

I looked upward, only to see he hadn’t left me any air pocket at all! No matter; my feet were still trapped inside the foot supports. I wasn’t going anywhere until he activated the release!

I watched him in absolute astonishment as he stroked himself. I couldn’t believe it and I began thrashing about. He was actually going to watch me DROWN??!! Why that BASTARD!!!

My lungs began to burn as my heart hammered in my chest. Then in a sudden panic I reached out and began beating upon the glass again. That just made him smile and stroke his cock even more!

Who the hell WAS this guy? Had Doctor Crocker even bothered giving him a background check? I was going to drown in this water tube… and no doubt he was going to drown Jenna and Brianna next!!

I screamed my breath away as I pounded upon the glass. Then my lungs gave out and I sucked water down my throat. That’s when he aimed his cock in my direction, cum spurting out to splatter against the glass!

I stared in horror, astonished that he was cumming as I was drowning!! That’s when I came so very, very hard! My body started thrashing about as my mind screamed helplessly…

I’M DROWNING! I’M DROWNING! I’M DROWNING! HE’S DROWNING ME! THE DOC IS DROWNING ME!

…and then I woke up!

The sheets were wet! I’d squirted so hard from my orgasm that I’d soaked them!

I shook the remnants of the dream out of my head, remembering that we didn’t have that kind of water tube on the premises. My body was tingling from wild aftershocks. But I couldn’t help dwelling on one rather disturbing thought…

Was that why I’d had such an incredible dream? Was I really considering volunteering for one of Doc’s drowning experiments some day?? Was I really that crazy???

(written for Skip Jan 13 by riwa)

(inspired by stories written by Drownlover about the underwater research laboratory)

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Mystique Part 2 – The law comes a-callin’ 4 (7)

Posted on April 24, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Note: This is the sequel to Mystique Part 1 – Auto-erotic asphyxiation turns deadly

Officer Colette Donaldson knocked on the door to the apartment. She was tense and ready for anything, her baton in her grasp. If there was a murderess in this apartment then it would certainly pay to be at the ready.

“Who’s there?” she heard a female voice call out from the other side of the door.

“It’s the police!” she declared. “Open the door, miss!”

“It’s already open!” was the reply. “Come on in, officer!” Colette opened the door, stepped inside… and then gasped at what she saw…

A noosed woman dangled lifelessly right in front of her! She was naked except for a black thong with a slit exposing the poor girl’s dripping pussy. A pair of nylons graced the victim’s slender legs and there was a puddle of something smelling of urine directly below her in the carpeting! Officer Donaldson was absolutely horrified!

She turned to see another woman curled up on a white leather couch. This one was topless with shiny, latex leggings and appeared to be panting heavily, all caught up in post-orgasmic bliss. Officer Donaldson acknowledged the suspicious looking vibrator along with the video camera and opened laptop before addressing the female who seemed so casual about the fact that a virtually naked woman now hung dead in her apartment!

“All right, miss! What just happened in here?” Officer Colette tried to sound no-nonsense.

“My roommate just got through experimenting with a little autoerotic asphyxiation, officer,” Mystique explained, purring contentedly upon the couch. “You just missed it! Gawd; it was so fucking hot!”

“And you did nothing??” Officer Donaldson replied in astonishment.

“Why should I, officer?” Mystique responded, acting incredulous. “After all, it was her wish to experience what it felt like to hang suspended from a noose! Why should I be the one to stop her?”

“So you just left her there to hang to death??!!”

“Gawd, baby; it was so fucking hot!” Mystique gasped breathlessly as though that rationalized everything. Then she gave the officer a sly grin as she posed seductively.

“So how about it, babe? You look like a woman who enjoys a good orgasm! How about climbing onto this couch with me so we can get each other off? I’m still horny and we can look at my roommate’s sexy body as she hangs there for us! We can even take her down and molest her if you want! I don’t think she’ll mind; after all, she’s so fucking dead!”

Colette couldn’t believe it! Instinctively she brought her nightstick up in an aggressive posture. This woman had just watched her roommate hang herself without even trying to intervene! Executing her was going to be a real pleasure, especially since she was determined to see her hang the way her poor roommate had hung!

“I’m taking you in, miss! I’m charging you with the murder of your roommate! On your feet!”

Mystique simply eyed her coyly. “Don’t you want to play first?” she cooed seductively.

“This is no time for games, miss! Now get on your feet like I told you!” Mystique sighed and then dutifully rose to her feet.

“Hands up, miss! You’re under arrest for the murder of your roommate!”

“She certainly looks good hanging like that, don’t you think?” Mystique said thoughtfully, glancing over at the dangling body of her roommate as she dutifully raised her arms. “Are you SURE you don’t want to stay and enjoy the view?”

“Around here we take a rather dim view of letting one’s roommate hang to death!” Officer Donaldson answered coldly. “It’ll be the gallows for you, miss! Personally I can’t wait to watch you hang! In fact, I do believe they’ll give me the privilege of hanging you myself!”

“Is that so?” Mystique challenged. “I wouldn’t count my executions before they’re hatched, bitch!” Then she twirled unexpectedly, sending her foot right into Colette’s midsection.

Officer Donaldson gasped, having been caught completely by surprise. She never expected the surprise attack!

She dropped to her knees and bent over, momentarily winded and stunned. “I never thought fate would give me a second playmate today!” Mystique said to her with a chuckle, looking down at the officer with growing excitement. “Now we’re REALLY going to have some fun!”

Officer Donaldson lunged at her. But Mystique was quicker. Within seconds the murderous roommate was on top of her, an arm around her neck while eagerly reaching for the baton that had skittered away. In an instant Colette knew that her situation had suddenly taken a rather ominous turn.

“Get off me, bitch!” the officer gasped, trying to wriggle free. “You’re under arrest!”

“Not until I’ve had my fun, hun!” Mystique cackled, trying to hold on while grabbing for the nightstick.

She lost her grip on the officer as she grasped the baton. It was the opening Officer Donaldson needed and she started to twist her way free. Somehow Mystique managed to wrap her legs around the woman while grabbing her by the neck.

“You BITCH!” Colette gasped, struggling to get away. “Let me go, you murdering whore!”

“Not until we’re finished with our little playtime!” Mystique shot back, grappling with her as they both fought over the baton.

Both women struggled, each one trying to grab the nightstick, sensing its value as a weapon.

Mystique snatched it up first as Colette rolled underneath her. “You’re going to pay for this!” Officer Donaldson warned.

“Not if you’re taking a nap I won’t!” Mystique declared triumphantly, lifting the baton above her head. Colette frantically lifted an arm, hoping to deflect the strike. The nightstick came down and she grunted from the blow as it put her lights out.

Mystique panted quietly as she straddled the unconscious officer, her mind entertaining deliciously wicked thoughts. She rose up and quickly closed the door, not wanting anyone to look in on her having her fun. First she propped her new play-toy up against the wall. Then she shed her tight latex pants, leaving herself standing there in her sheer nylons and a pair of sexy black panties.

“Have yourself a nice little nap, officer,” she told the unconscious woman with a grin. “Because when you wake up, you and I are going to have ourselves such fun together!” Mystique couldn’t help herself and she slid a hand down under her panties, rubbing herself and noticing how wet she was as she started looking forward to their upcoming erotic encounter.

—

Officer Donaldson moaned weakly, her mind all fuzzy. She had a splitting headache but that wasn’t the worst of it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and there was some sort of cloth over her mouth.

She suddenly became aware of how wet she was… aware of a soft tongue lapping up her juicy twat! Her eyes flew open and she grunted in alarm! Her trousers had been removed and the dangling woman’s roommate was right in front of her, bent forward on her arms and knees while eagerly slurping up her gushing fluids out of the gaping hole in her pantyhose!

The dead roommate hung quietly behind the kneeling, slurping bitch, leaving Colette with an unnerving view of the disturbingly sexy, dangling body. Was that what was responsible for making her so wet? Or was it the talented tongue of the murderous whore kneeling before her while eating her out?? She moaned again, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. This was totally humiliating!!

“Gawd; you’re so fucking wet!” Mystique told her, panting heavily for breath. “Is it me making you so wet, officer? Or is it the sight of my sexy roommate in the noose behind me? Personally I’d like to think it’s a little bit of both!”

Colette was horrified, especially when the murderous woman got on her hands and feet and deliberately flashed her a view of her pussy. “See how wet I am, babe?” Mystique told her. “See how horny you’re making me?? Gawd; I’m so fucking wet!” The officer grunted with embarrassment as Mystique deliberately masturbated right in front of her!

“Wanna watch me cum?” Mystique chuckled at her. “How about if I cum and squirt all over your face? Gawd; that would be so fucking hot!” She laughed as the officer looked at her in shock and humiliation.

“Let’s play!” Mystique giggled, grabbing the officer’s leg and stretching it out over her arm and leg. Then she lifted up her own leg and shoved her foot up in the indignant woman’s face. “You wouldn’t by any chance happen to have a nylon foot fetish; would you, officer?” She chuckled as Colette grunted in disgust.

“Like it?” Mystique chuckled. “Do you like how I smell? I sure like how YOU smell, babe! Your foot has the smell of impending death!” Colette whimpered anxiously as the murderous roommate sighed with pleasure.

“C’mon!” Mystique told her. “Up – up – up! Here; let me help you!” Officer Donaldson grunted in alarm as her captor bent down and reached for her.

What was going to happen to her?! What was this perverted bitch going to DO to her??!! The sight of the dangling roommate hanging from the noose was a clear indication that whatever this bitch intended for her was not going to be pleasant!

“Up – up!” Mystique commanded, lifting the officer up onto her feet. Then she grabbed the baton and inspected it closely. “What a nice looking dildo you have here! I’ll bet you can’t wait to use this, can you! Here, let me help you!”

Colette let out a muffled cry as Mystique placed the nightstick underneath the officer. Then the murderous roommate forced her to bend down and squat upon it, impaling her. “You’ve got a nice hole in your hose, officer… just perfect for your baton! Now you just focus on my dangling roommate while I take care of the rest, ok?”

Colette moaned as the nightstick was forced up into her pussy. “Just like that, officer!” Mystique gasped excitedly as she guided the woman, impaling her deeper onto the baton. “Now you get to ride your nice, long fuck-stick while watching my sexy roommate hang there for your viewing pleasure! Won’t that be nice?”

Colette cried out in protest but it did her no good. Mystique simply forced her to bounce up and down upon the baton shoved up her twat. “Ride it, bitch!” the murderous roommate demanded. “Ride it! Let’s see how a sexy officer of the law fucks herself on her own nightstick! Look at my dead roommate and fuck yourself!”

Officer Donaldson tried to resist, grunting as she let out muffled cries of protest. “I said ‘RIDE IT’, bitch!” Mystique commanded. “Here; let me help you!” Colette was pulled over backward, crying out uncomfortably as the baton was forced even deeper into her cunt.

“Isn’t this good?” her tormentor gasped excitedly. “I’ll bet you really enjoy a good fuck with your nightstick, don’t you! I’ll bet I’m not doing anything to you that you haven’t already done to yourself, am I!”

“You want to join my roommate, officer?” Mystique asked with a lecherous grin. “You want to ‘cum and go’ just like she did? Gawd; you’re such a perverted bitch! But I do like your style!” Colette grunted in alarm and she tried to shake her head. But there was nothing she could do to break free.

“Let’s do it!” Mystique gasped excitedly. “Let’s engage in a little autoerotic asphyxiation! Here, let me help you go for one last ride on your nightstick!” Then Mystique wrapped her arm around the officer’s neck and began to choke her out.

“Cum for me, you sexy bitch! Cum for me and die! Fuck that baton and gasp for me as you die, you sexy bitch!”

Colette grunted as her eyes started to bug out. She could feel the nightstick up her cunt as she started to get lightheaded. The bitch was actually going to asphyxiate her to death and there was nothing she could do about it!! As her vision started to dim she felt a mammoth orgasm slam into her.

She started to buck and shudder, gurgling as she tried to gasp for breath. But the arm around her neck was too tight! As she started to pass out her bladder gave way.

Mystique hung on tight, muttering “Gawd – gawd – GAWD! YOU GO, GIRL! CUM FOR ME! PISS YOURSELF AND DIE LIKE A GOOD GIRL!” Then Colette went limp in her grasp. Mystique eased her grip, allowing the dead officer’s body to collapse onto the floor, the baton nearly sliding out of her drenched pussy.

“Gawd, baby!” Mystique panted, observing the big puddle of urine mixed with the dead woman’s flowing juices. “You really went out with a bang, didn’t you! Boy, did you really piss yourself or what? What a mess you made! I sure hope you enjoyed it every bit as much as I did!”

Mystique knelt down and lifted the dead woman up, tossing her up over her shoulder. “I’m not quite through with you yet, officer,” she said to the body as she carried it over toward the couch. “I hope you don’t mind.” She paused as though waiting for a response…

“You say you don’t mind at all? Oh goodie! I was hoping you wouldn’t mind!”

She dropped the body unceremoniously onto the couch. Colette ended up sprawled upside down, her legs spread obscenely. Her eyes were cross-eyed and vacant and her tongue hung out from being asphyxiated.

“Gawd; you’re such a slut!” Mystique observed with a giggle. “Why I do believe you want that nightstick back and shoved up your juicy twat again; am I right? Well have it your way, you sexy bitch!”

She went and retrieved the baton, the woman’s juices having slickened it right up. She took it back and gleefully shoved it hard into the dead officer’s inviting opening. There was a slurping sound as Mystique brutally fucked the dead woman’s cunt…

“Gawd, baby; you are SUCH a fucking whore! I didn’t realize you officers of the law could be such sluts!! Fuck, you’re making me hot again!”

Mystique’s lusts overcame her sense of propriety. She climbed onto the couch with the dead body, arranging Colette until the two women were lying on their sides in opposite directions in a shameful ‘69’ position. Then the perverted roommate began licking out the officer’s juicy pussy as she mashed her own crotch up against the dead woman’s face.

Mystique humped the officer’s face good and hard, licking and slurping while stealing an occasional glance at her dangling roommate. It was simply too erotic for her to handle and she ultimately cried out in orgasm, gushing her fluids up against the dead woman’s face. She finally had to stop and catch her breath from the excitement of it all.

She sprawled the body of the officer onto her back upon the couch, spreading her legs and licking out her pussy again. Then she leaned forward, rubbing her tits over the whole dripping mess. Mystique finally collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily for breath.

“Gawd; you were GREAT!” she gushed, panting heavily. Then smile faded as she looked at the officer and then at the body of her dangling roommate.

“What AM I going to do with you two?” she sighed, shaking her head. “I suppose I’ll just have to carry you both out into the hall and take you down to the garbage chute. The incinerator should handle the two of you quite nicely. Thanks again ladies!” Then she opened the door and looked up and down the hall before scooping up the body of the officer and taking her out first…

(written for Odin Aug 1 by riwa)

(Idea inspired by Odin’s posers which are added here courtesy of Odin for illustration purposes only.)

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Speedo libido 4.5 (135)

Posted on April 20, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

She was horny as fuck! More importantly, she wanted to do it underwater! The problem was the pool was empty and there were no immediate candidates on the horizon!

As she lay on her patio lounger in her black Speedo one-piece and swimcap she saw him come out. She eyed him hungrily as he tossed a towel onto a patio chair and then casually headed for the pool. He carried a pair of dark goggles in his hand. He had short hair and a body that was eminently fuckable!

What really caught her eye was the sexy pair of black Speedos he was wearing. She could see his cock making a noticeable bulge even though he didn’t seem to be hard. At that moment she wanted him bad!

She gave him an encouraging smile as he waded into the pool. But he totally ignored her, never even giving her so much as a glance! Why of all the nerve!

‘That bastard!’ she thought indignantly. ‘Nobody ignores me like that!’ Then she stood up and made her way over to the edge of the pool.

She looked down and saw him swimming back and forth along the bottom. “Oh, you don’t get off THAT easily!” she snorted. “You’re MINE… and don’t you fucking forget it!” Then she dove into the water.

He totally ignored her as she swam up behind him. ‘That’s it, you fucking bastard!’ she thought. ‘I’m horny and you’re convenient!’ Then she grabbed a handful of hair as she climbed on top of his ass, bubbling excitedly.

‘I’m gonna fix your ass!’ she thought wickedly as she straddled him, bringing them to the pool bottom. He grunted as she grabbed onto his hair with both hands.

She wrapped her legs around him, riding him hard while causing him to lose serious bursts of air. He wasn’t sure what the hell had hit him but he tried to shake free.

‘Just where the hell do you think YOU’RE going??’ she thought as she grimly held on. ‘I hope you can hold your breath just as long as I can, fella! You just became my fuck-toy for the afternoon!’

Grabbing his hair, she viciously yanked his head back and forth as he lost a few more bubbles.

‘I’d hold onto that air if I were you, baby!’ she thought with grim determination. ‘You and I have got some serious fucking to do down here… and I fucking LOVE IT underwater!’ He grunted and bubbled but she managed to stay on her bucking fuck-toy. Feeling his passion and power as she ground into his ass gave her a rush of excitement!

She flipped him over until he was on his back looking up at her in shock. ‘This is what I do to bad boys like you!’ she thought, freeing his rock hard cock from his confining swimsuit.

She grabbed it with her hand and started running her tongue along the shaft, licking it like an ice cream cone. He tried to twist away but she grabbed his cock and glared at him. Then she began licking it again, indicating to him that resistance was futile but that obedience would be rewarded!

Up and down she went, alternately licking it and then sliding her open mouth along the shaft. She wanted to savor this moment, wanted the excitement to build. She was really looking forward to this!

She teased him with her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft until she took his balls into her mouth. She could feel how full they were getting… and his spunk would soon belong to her!

She took his cock firmly in hand, letting him know just who was boss! Then she licked the top of the shaft.

She sensuously blew bubbles against it, feeling it twitch and quiver in her hand.

She slipped the very top of his dick into her mouth, watching his reaction. He moaned helplessly.

She playfully rubbed her bottom lip against his quivering rod. Now she was teasing him… and he fucking deserved it! Her eyes flashed mischievously.

Abruptly, she took the top of his cock completely into her mouth, causing him to squirm.

But just as quickly she tantalized him by pulling him out of her mouth and sucking his shaft. Bubbles slipped out of her mouth as she eyed him hungrily.

She blew bubbles against his cock, kissing the tip of it. But she was horny as hell and she wanted him inside her right now!

She suddenly climbed on and straddled him, moving the crotch of her Speedos aside. Then she mounted him, impaling his dick deep in her throbbing cunt. She pulled down part of her suit and played with her breast as he looked on helplessly, his cock throbbing inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him and began to ride him, fucking him slowly as they drifted near the bottom of the pool.

‘MY FUCK-TOY!’ She thought as she spread her arms, daring him to resist… daring him to challenge her. He was her domain now… her possession!

As she felt her orgasm approach she began riding him harder and harder, slowly sliding off his cock and then brutally impaling him deep inside her! Instinctively he began to thrust into her tight cunt.

Ultimately she exploded with that sexual release she so desperately needed, air spewing out of her mouth as she groaned with pleasure.

She was on top of him in a flash in a 69 position, inviting him to taste the flow of her orgasm. ‘Now you’re gonna get the blowjob of your life!’ she thought with grim determination, taking the head of his cock into her mouth as she grabbed his shaft with her hand.

She slowly took his cock deeper into her mouth, moaning hungrily. Now she wanted his spunk!

She sucked him deep into her throat as she caressed his balls. For the moment she didn’t need any air! What she needed was his salty release!

Her moans of pleasure vibrated through his dick as she slowly took him deep and then eased him out of her mouth.

She took her mouth off and licked the tip, teasing him mercilessly. She just loved sucking cock. And she was determined to drain this meaty member of its vital fluids!

She was so good that men just quivered helplessly under her power. She was a pro at giving blowjobs. She looked down at her target, hungering for his sweet release!

Once again she took his cock into her mouth, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. She felt him twitch and she moaned hungrily.

She swallowed him whole until her lips were touching his balls. He shivered helplessly as she sucked, doing his best to tongue her pussy as his lungs began to burn. For the moment he was in heaven and wasn’t about to stop!

She could tell he wanted to cum, that he needed to cum! She moaned as she gobbled him down. But he’d been a bastard for ignoring her at the surface and she was determined to tease him as much as she could.

She slid off his cock, her mouth tantalizingly close. Her nipples were hard; she was ready to cum again!

‘This is it!’ she thought as she took the top of his shaft into her mouth. ‘Now I want your fucking cum! I want to feel it oozing down my throat!’ Bubbles trickled out around the seal her mouth made.

She started on his cock once more, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Already she could feel his torso instinctively thrust into her mouth as she gripped his balls and vacuumed his twitching dick.

She moaned as she took his cock deep down her throat, vacuuming with her cheeks as her fingers played with his balls. Her lungs were heaving and his tongue was licking pleasure into her pussy, making her writhe and squirm. But she wanted his cum and she wanted it now! And no damned lack of air was going to keep her from getting it!

He felt her moan, felt the vibration in his cock as she took his entire shaft into the tight, warm pleasure of her mouth. He felt her fingers on his balls as she swallowed with the muscles of her throat, massaging his quivering dick as her lips caressed his balls. Immediately it swelled in her mouth, hot sperm racing up his shaft as her lungs heaved while she vigorously sucked him.

He cried out a flush of bubbles, the last of his air that blasted against the opening to her pussy. He began thrusting into her mouth as though he could drive his cock even deeper down her throat. Then his quivering dick erupted as hot spunk filled her mouth and slid down her throat.

She groaned, her eyes rolling as she just kept sucking and sucking, her lungs heaving in her chest as she swallowed every last drop of his delicious release. A moment later a particularly strong convulsion hit her hard. The idea of drowning with a tummy filled with cum was too much and she shuddered as a hot wave of pleasure washed through her body.

Her body stiffened and then began to buck in orgasm, her lungs heaving insistently. Her mouth remained attached to his cock and she couldn’t let go, didn’t want to let go! Then she snorted water up her nose and she began convulsing, all caught up in the throes of drowning!

Underneath her he felt his lungs heave as an inferno burned in his chest. He felt her start to groan and spasm, hearing gurgles as she tried to cough with his cock down her throat. With his last ounce of strength he pulled out of her mouth and carried her up to the surface.

The two of them coughed up water, gasping and sputtering as they clung to the side of the pool for dear life. Her eyes were glazed over and she seemed dazed and disoriented. Then she began to settle down.

As the two of them climbed out of the pool she walked over to her patio lounger and grabbed her towel, straightening her suit as though nothing had happened. He realized he was naked and was forced to jump back into the pool to retrieve his Speedos. He pulled them on and then climbed out of the water.

Neither one of them looked at each other as he went over, grabbed his towel and dried himself off. He simply ignored her, leaving the pool area in a deliberate manner as she lay on the patio lounger, her body reverberating with delicious aftershocks.

She didn’t care if she ever saw him again. She’d gotten her fuck although she’d nearly drowned in the process. But she didn’t care. She was utterly satisfied for the moment…

(written Sep 11; ed. Feb 21 by riwa)

(Pictures and inspiration for the story are from sexunderwater.com’s “Speedo Libido” and are for illustration purposes only.)

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Lust-kill 4 (1)

Posted on April 17, 2015 by riwa

(Prologue)

They said when you killed for the first time, you might tremble, out of fear. When you got used to it, you still might tremble, out of ecstasy. I had killed so many times by now that I had passed both these stages. Now, I killed for pleasure. No, not for the pleasure of killing but the pleasure to have it properly done, especially when the ones I had to kill belonged to the category of good-looking men and pretty women, like the one I just slew.

She was very, very beautiful, young and tall, with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She wore the costume of a dancer, a choli type breast-band studded with gems, her midriff bare and a pair of pantaloons lined with silver bells. I did not cut her down from behind but ran past her and made a back sweep with my curved blade slashing into halves the connection part at the cleavage.

Her proud breasts were exposed and when she fell with her throat slit, her face was not distorted in pain, or fear, but just a puzzling look. I had to take her head of course. It was needed for body count. I had it held by the hair, took a brief look into her still wide open eyes and then had the whole thing thrown to Su-wa. She would then hand it over to the other girls who would put it into those head-bags. The total number would be staggering.

“No prisoners!” he had ordered. Yes, He. He who had saved me years ago when I was left to die in the mass burial ground outside the north gate of this city, after a cruel patron plucked one of my eyes out when I refused his advances after singing for him at a banquet. They called me Li-tong, a reference to my beautiful eyes. Now, I had only one, my right one; the left socket was covered with a black patch. They also killed my grandfather that day, my last kin.
(before the loss of one eye)

That man who gave the order that everyone of this city would be put to the sword saved me that day, nursed me back to health, taught me how to ride, how to fight and how to kill. He made me one of his women. He was just a smuggler then, running salt which was a rare commodity strictly controlled by the imperial government. Later he joined a rebel group. When the leader of the group was killed, he took over the leadership. Now, he had more than three hundred thousand men under his command.

His name is feared by the powerful and the rich, embraced by the poor, most of the time anyway. He is called Huang Zhao.
(1)

Guang Zhou, the richest city in the southern part of the Tang Empire, lay before us, soaked in blood. Before we came, the city was packed with traders from far away Arabia, Persia and Ceylon. They said there were one hundred and twenty thousand of them: merchants, their families and dancing girls like the one who had just lost her head. We did not know exactly when Huang ordered a total massacre of the city. Some said it was because he had been tricked by the official there, leading him to believe that an imperial pardon was forthcoming.

Actually, there was no pardon. The imperial court was just trying to buy time in mustering an army to march against us. The merchants of the city promised to pay all expenses and offered bounties for our heads. We ambushed the relief force and slaughtered it to the last man. Now, the city paid its price for betraying him.

I could not decide if it was the right thing to do. Surely, there were innocent people among the inhabitants. But no one dared to oppose Huang any more. His words were law and disobedience meant death.

I was relieved that I did not meet Su-wa here first. If she was, I had no alternative but to kill her also. She came from Jiaozhi, a tribute state beyond the south-west frontier of the Empire. She was also a dancing girl. We sacked the city in the north she happened to be in. That day, Huang did not order total annihilation of the population. He allowed me to choose one, as replacements for my second-in-command who had fallen in battle. I picked Su-wa, and killed the rest.
“Why me?” she had asked when I led her into my tent.

I did not answer her. Not in words. She saw the fire in my eyes. When I kissed her, she did not resist. I had always known I loved women more than men though I would not resist Huang’s advance. My heart leapt when I first saw Su-wa, fleeing with the others before us. She would have died if I had not ensured that none dared touch her.

She responded to my embrace and before we knew it, we were both in the nude. My hands trembled when I cupped her breasts, which were firm with pinkish bud-like nipples. Likewise, she fondled mine. It was lust from first sight, for both of us. Our moaning drowned out the sound of executions outside as men and women lined up to have their heads chopped off.

“Does he always do this?” Su-wa asked when we finally lay side by side, our bodies covered with sweat.

“Not when I first knew him,” I whispered. “He was kind and considerate and cared for the poor. He was even a poet, though his poems had a disturbing quality and reflected his rebellious nature.”

Su-wa listened, amazed.

I recited for her one of his poems, about chrysanthemums.

“Wait until the eighth day of the ninth month
When I blossom all other flowers will fade
My fragrance will waft over Chang An
And the city will be flooded with golden armor.”

Su-wa shuddered.

I knew why she did that. I had shuddered too when I first heard it, but then the feeling was different. At that time, I thought he was my long-awaited hero, willing to take up arms against the corrupt dynasty which used the people like slaves. The Tang Empire had been in existence for more than one hundred and fifty years. Although the earlier reign was relatively peaceful for the common people and there was prosperity in the land, the Empire rocked when nomad general An Lushan rose in rebellion. An Lushan and his successors were suppressed at great expense of lives and wealth. The Empire never really recovered and the court never really learned from its mistakes. The land was near boiling point when Huang joined the new wave of rebels.

Huang met many successes as discontented people joined him, and won victory after victory over the corrupt government forces. I was also instrumental partly to his success. When he could not win on the battlefield, he used assassins. I led a company of maidens who were trained especially for the task. In time, Huang became more unpredictable: generous and disciplined one day, cruel beyond belief on the next. But I could no longer leave him. He punished deserters with horrible deaths. Besides, I had also become a wanted person by the authorities and my head carried a good bounty.

I taught Su-wa how to ride and fight, and of course kill. She trembled the first time she had to kill someone. It took her a long time to get used to the shedding of blood.

The other girls were jealous but there was nothing they could do. Their fates were tied to our course in the same way. In time, they accepted Su-wa and from time to time, I granted some of the girls who had performed well favors and invited them to my tent.

Huang knew about this of course. But as long as I did not mess up with men, he turned a blind eye. He needed me anyway and unless I betrayed him, he was unlikely to get rid of me.

I could not say if this was a blessing, or a curse.

(2)

“He will summon you to his chamber,” Su-wa said.

I thought so too. He always wanted me after such a slaughter. The other women could please him better on more placid days. When he smelled so much blood, he wanted someone wild, like me. He called me his “cat.” Most apt. I was no more than a stray cat he adopted.

“Are you jealous?” I asked.

Su-wa turned away.

I was somewhat pleased.

“I will make it up when I come back.” I promised.

He sent for me. I went to his tent, gave up my curved blades at the entrance and went inside.

He was already stark naked.

“Take off your clothes,” he said without emotions.

I untied the straps that kept my black leather breastplate in place. Then, my riding shirt dropped to the floor, followed by my riding pants and my red dudou.

“Come here, cat!”

I walked over and he caught my wrist and pulled me down. I could feel his breath on my face. He had been drinking, a lot

He ran his hand over my body. It made me feel like a cat, with the fur.

“Such a beautiful body,” he commented. “But with only one eye.”

I felt a sudden anger and raised a hand to slap him.

He caught my wrist and pinned it down on the tiger skin placed in the center. We stared at each other, both breathing hard. He then pulled my legs wide apart and thrust his penis in.

“Argh…” I uttered a groan as he moved inside me. It hurt as my body was not yet ready for it.

“You like it, don’t you?” he chuckled. “You like pain, I know.”

I did not answer him but I could feel my body adapting. What was so dry a moment ago was now flooded with my own body-juice. Maybe he was right. I needed to feel pain, from him. He rammed me again and again. When he finally spilled his sperm inside me, he pulled his manhood out and sprayed whatever was left on my bare breasts. I rubbed it all over my breasts. I knew it was what he wanted.

He laughed.

“Now get out!” he shouted.

He grabbed my hair and pushed me out of his tent naked and threw my armor and clothes out behind me. The sentries pretended they did not see anything.

I quickly dressed and went back to my tent.

Su-wa was waiting for me. She immediately knew what had happened.

“I will kill him one day!” she flared up.

I hushed her. If anybody heard her, she would be as good as dead. Even I could not save her.

She pulled my head to her bosom and I drank in her fragrance.

When she removed my clothes and made love to me, she was so gentle that all my pains were forgotten.

(3)

After we burned down Guang Zhou, we marched north, gathering more eager peasants to join our army. We took the city of Loyang and at the end of the year, we stormed Chang An. The Tang Emperor fled. Huang rode into the capital city in his gold armor, fulfilling his ambition expressed in that poem. He then crowned himself Emperor and named his dynasty Qi. I remained his woman. No emperor, even a rebel-emperor would make a one-eyed woman his empress, or even his concubine.

The Tang court did not give up. They counter-attacked with the aid of nomad mercenaries. We suffered a crushing defeat and fled to the east. There was one nomad tribe we feared most: the Shatu of Turkic origin. They were also called “the Crows” as they all wore black battle attire. Their leader, Li Keyong, was a great tactician. He, like me, had only one eye.
As we lost our initiative on the battlefield, some of Huang’s subordinates deserted him and came over to the Tang Emperor. In response, Huang became suspicious of everyone. One time, he even suspected that I was to desert him, and ordered me beheaded. I was taken to the field, stripped naked waist up and the blade was about to fall when his edict for my reprieve arrived just in time. I knew I might not be so lucky the next time.

“Let us plot to kill him,” Su-wa suggested.

“No, he saved me once.”

She fell silent.

“Let us make love,” I said.

She helped me remove my white undershirt which I was nearly executed in. Then, she untied the ribbon that kept my dudou in place and sucked at my breasts.

I melted under her embrace.

“Arghhhh….Su-wa….Arghhhh….”

She took me in every possible position. Then, she let me do it to her in turn.
—
Two days later, Huang fell terribly ill. It was rumored that he was poisoned. But somehow he did not die. I knew who the one who had tried to kill him was. Cold sweat ran down my spine. If he found out, all of us in my company would be executed in the most horrible manner. I might be able to save our necks if I exposed Su-wa first but I knew I could not do it. Nor could I escape with Su-wa when the whole camp was on alert for possible deserters. Even if we could make good our escape, the rest of my company would be exterminated.

We were like trapped beasts, boiling with anxiety and waiting to be found out. Perhaps we were not much different from those rats trapped in a cave by a serpent. Without any escape path, the rat would concentrate on feasting on whatever food it could find, as if the danger would pass if it did not pay notice to it. For us, our food was our copulation. We made love whenever we had the chance, as if it was our last and that we would be dragged out to be slaughtered right after it. The tension was unbearable. And we knew sooner or later, we would be found out.

But fate always played tricks on us. Just as we were expecting discovery and execution, our force was attacked by surprise by the Shatu cavalry.

Our peasant soldiers were no match for the nomad riders. The defeat became a rout. I led my company to breakout. Only six of us made it. The rest fell under arrows and lances. When darkness fell, we sneaked close to the Shatu camp as there was no other path for escape but to go around it. There, we saw the heads of all the slain girls displayed on top of neat rows of poles, their long hair swaying in the night wind. The Shatu always took heads as we always did, when we won.

But we were not winning.

The main body of the Qi army had disintegrated and Huang was on the run. We had no desire to rejoin him.

“Where should we go?” Lian, one of the surviving girls asked me.

“Let us go to Jiaozhi. It is outside the empire and no one will hunt for us that far.” Su-wa offered.

It was very far away but this was the best possible solution.

Meanwhile, however, we had to go round the Shatu and also make sure not to run into Huang’s remaining troops.

Su-wa was delighted that I agreed with her plan.

Somehow, I had an ominous feeling that fate would not be so kind.

(4)

We went round the Shatu camp and reached a river. It was wide but from the water running over the rocks at the bed, we knew it was not too deep and we could ford across.

I led the five other riders towards the water.

It was then that the black figures appeared on the embankment to our rear.

“The Crows! Run!” I shouted.

We spurred our horses into a quick trot as it was too dangerous to gallop across; the tricky rocks could easily break a leg of our horses.

The Shatu gave chase and soon we heard the sing of their bow-strings.

“Argh!” Wen, a girl of nineteen, fell headlong into the water, a shaft buried in her back.

We could not stop to help her. She probably was dead already.

We made it to mid-stream. But the Shatu were closing in. Their horses were fresh while ours were dead tired.

“Watch out! “ I shouted as one crow closed in behind Su-wa.

But it was too late.

“Argh.” Su-wa gave a shout, threw up both hands and tumbled into the water. The Shatu rider had sunk his lance into her side.

I reined in my horse. I could not abandon Su-wa.

“You three go!” I shouted and turned towards my fallen lover.

The Shatu warrior saw me rushing towards him with a raised sword. He charged me and narrowly missed me with his bloodied lance. I cut him down.

But then I felt a pain at my right side. I looked back and saw another Shatu rider had crept up and wounded me.

I gave a moan and toppled from my saddle.

I knew both Su-wa and I were going to die.

I turned to look at Su-wa. She was in great pain as the lance had sunk deep. My wound was bad, though not fatal.

Other riders had given chase to the three girls while another nomad walked his horse towards us. A head was hanging from the neck of his mount: Wen’s.

A few more riders arrived. They dismounted and pointed their fingers at our predicament, laughing. Then, they began to strip our armor and clothes off.

Su-wa and I were looking at each other. There were tears in her eyes.

It was too far away for me to say anything but our eyes met and I was trying to tell her without use of any spoken words that it was alright, that I would not abandon her.

We were both naked now. A strong warrior mounted Su-wa and rammed her rough. I was pinned down by two pairs of strong hands while another warrior, a young man was urged by his comrades to take me. He seemed shy at first but finally, he took off whatever clothes that might hinder him and climbed on my body.

“Arghhhhh….” I gave a wail when he ejaculated inside me as the other two fondled my breasts.

Then I heard the sound of hooves hitting water. The warriors who had given chase to the other three girls were coming back. There were three heads hanging by the necks of the stallions.

Soon, Su-wa’s head and mine too would meet the same fate.

It was a fitting end for us, for all the blood on our hands.

Then I heard a sharp cry and turned in time to see the one who had been raping Su-wa brought his axe down on her neck. Her head rolled, giving a splash when it sank in the shallow water.

I screamed as her head was picked up. With all my strength, I yanked myself free, kicking the young man on top of me over and I made quick crawls to where Su-wa’s body was lying spread-eagled. I knew they would kill me but I no longer cared.

I reached her and knelt beside her headless body. Her tits were firm and pointing to the cloudless sky. I took up one of her hands and used it to cup my own breast.

The Shatu warriors were momentarily stunned by what they saw, uncomprehending.

I continued to guide her hand, still warm, to roam over my nakedness. At the same time, I used my own fingers to masturbate, digging in deep.

They surrounded me, looking and exchanging dialogue in a language I could not understand.

I knew sooner or later they would kill me and in this position, my body would fall over that of Su-wa and our breasts would be pressed against each other. They could take our heads and bring them back to place them on another two poles with the rest, but our bodies would join together, half-floating in this shallow stream and would only come apart when wild dogs dragged us to the banks to devour as their meals.

I saw him approach, sitting on his horse.

The other warriors suddenly grew tense and stood deferentially. I looked up and saw that he was a commanding figure. He had only one eye.

I knew at once who he was and I could not stop my laughing out loud. How apt for my head to hang beside his saddle. We both had one eye.

The man pointed at the young man who had raped me and barked an order. Even not understanding what he had said, I knew he was ordering him to behead me.

I continued to masturbate; a new flood of climax all over me.

The young man walked closer, a sword drawn. His hands were shaking. It was probably the first time for him to kill someone. At least, it was the first time he would kill the woman whose body he had just used.

I chuckled. If I knew his tongue, I would tell him that when he killed for the first time, he might tremble, out of fear. When he got used to it, he still might tremble, but this time out of ecstasy.

“Argh…” I finally had my orgasm.

Then, let it be done!

I bowed my head to my front so that my dripping hair was directly over Su-wa’s corpse and exposed my neck.

“Do it! Behead me!” I shouted.

The cold blade ate into the nape of my neck…

Ecstasy…

(Postscript)

They took the heads of the six women back to camp and had them displayed. On the following day, they moved out upon receiving the report from scouts that the location of what remained of Huang’s army was found.

The poles with the heads were left on the plain, waiting for another type of crows…

Huang was finally crushed. There were many versions to his final fate: from being killed by his own nephew to hiding in a monastery and becoming a monk. There were reports that in his last days as commander of the rebel army, he ordered people to be rounded up and thrown into huge grinds so that the flesh and blood would be made into meals for his hungry soldiers.

Guang Zhou, later termed as Canton by the British, still have memories of his huge massacre of more than one hundred and twenty thousand traders from Arabia and Persia.

The Tang Empire was inching towards its final days. Eventually, Zhu Wen, a former general of Huang, assassinated the emperor and found his own dynasty, the Liang. Li Keyong was defeated but managed to keep his citadel. He died twenty four years later. One of his sons destroyed the short-lived Liang Dynasty and found a new dynasty of his own, another Tang. His dynasty lasted only thirteen years.

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I could never forget 3 (4)

Posted on April 10, 2015 by riwa

I could never forget. I do not know why they did not understand that. Perhaps they believed with time I would adapt to my new surroundings… and for awhile I did. But I could never forget that fateful morning when they attacked my village.

I was only a child when they came charging in on horseback. Mother tried to shield me and got an arrow in her chest as a reward. Father attempted to protect my older brother as he raised a makeshift spear to fight back. Both went down together as more arrows flew.

I tried to run but there was nowhere to go. Anyway it was foolish of me to try outrunning a steed. One of them simply scooped me up onto her horse. Then she hauled me away as I heard the screams and cries of the dead and dying behind me.

She took me back to a village of a tribe of Amazons. She said her name was Thosestra and that she would be my new mother now. I tried to beat against her chest with my fists, screaming for my real mother. But it was like beating a tall tree with my hands in order to fell it to the ground.

She fed and clothed me, taking care of me as though I was her child. Twice I tried to run away. But I was always caught and brought back to the village. She would punish me severely, but then she would lovingly tend to the wounds made during my punishment. In due time she wore me down…

The other girls in the village looked down upon me, although Thosestra always showed me kindness and love. In time I saw the others learning the bow. I told myself I would show them all, so I learned the bow as well as the ways of the warrior.

As I grew older I became more proficient until there was no one my age who could best my skill. Soon I added the skill of the knife and the sword to my abilities. It was then that Duxestra, the ruler of the tribe, decided I was ready for battle. Thosestra could not disagree, although she wanted to.

I went out on a hunting party with several others. Only I and Eonteotone came back with game, our arrows flying swift and true. From that day onward I was no longer looked down upon by the others. I had become a full member of the tribe and was awarded great respect. And Eoteotone and I would soon become more than friends.

I did not fully understand the first time she and I were alone together. But her touches awakened something within me. My body sang with pleasure, and I learned to return that same pleasure to her as well. And for a time I thought I had forgotten…

Late one afternoon we were attacked by a raiding party. I rushed out with my bow and sword to defend the tribe despite Thosestra’s concerns. When the battle was over I had felled three male warriors with my bow. But we had lost two of our own.

That night we sang the song of mourning as we gave them an honorable burial, a song Thosestra had taught me years earlier. I sang passionately, for I knew the fallen well as I had grown to know each and every member of the tribe. The loss was a painful one.

Even then I thought I had forgotten. But I had not. It was only buried deep the way we buried our fallen.

From that day on I asked to be allowed to go on the raids with the others. I wanted to fight, to make them pay for what they had done to our beloved sisters. It did not matter which tribe or raiding party was responsible; I wanted to hunt them all down.

Thosestra was reluctant, not wanting to lose me in battle as she could not bear children. But Duxestra knew of my abilities and had to give her blessing. I was skilled with the bow and sword, and would be helpful in battle. The woman who had nurtured me all those years could not deny this and was forced to relent…

I went out seeking vengeance with seven of our tribe. They told me not to be so eager and to save some of the men for later to become slaves so they and others of our village could become pregnant. But I did not want a man in that way. Something burned within, a strange hunger that could not be quenched.

Our raiding party was successful; I killed two more with the bow and one with the sword. I even saved the life of Cakolyte who would have been run through had my arrow not sang out. Afterwards my passions were enflamed, and Eonteotone and I joined ourselves together once we were alone back at the village. But deep down I was not satisfied.

I went out on more raiding parties; I could not get enough blood. Sometimes I would go charging headlong into the enemy camp, throwing them into disarray to see an enraged Amazon in their midst swinging a sword. By the time the slaughter was complete often no male remained alive, my sword and I claiming many.

My sister warriors went back and reported my brazenness in battle to Duxestra and Thosestra. I soon gained a reputation as an Amazon not to be trifled with. But there were others who wondered if perhaps I was a little too eager to jump into the fray risking a premature death…

One day we learned of a secret raiding party seeking to destroy the Amazons. I went out with three of my sisters to track them down and destroy them. We would not allow this threat to reach our village and take away any lives.

We found a camp with a smoldering fire, but there was no one around. Then an arrow came out of nowhere and pierced Glarses in the side, a mortal wound. Athippe fell next; then I saw Xobrimeia caught by surprise by a male with a sword.

I knew I was too late to save her, but still I was prepared to dive into battle and give my life if need be. But she cried out, “Ciodora, RUN; there is danger!” That’s when I bolted from my spot behind a tree. It was none too soon; a moment later an arrow hit the trunk right where I had been standing.

I heard her cries of “Run, Ciodora; RUN!” Then she cried out no more. I blinked tears out of my eyes knowing her head had probably been taken as was the custom of our enemies. Mine would be next if I did not get back to the safety of the village.

My ears were sharp and I heard the sound of someone chasing me. I could run like the wind, but only for a short distance or until I could find a place to hide. But I could tell my pursuer was gaining on me. So I turned and drew my sword ready to face my foe and to die if I must.

He came from a direction I did not anticipate, knocking the sword out of my hand as he knocked me down. Then he was on top of me, and the battle was over. The spot where I’d fallen was to mark the end of my existence.

I panted heavily for breath as I looked up at him. I saw the rage in his eyes as he drew his dagger; he was panting heavily too. But I was not afraid. I actually felt a peace as though I was about to be released from a heavy burden… a peace along with that excitement I always felt before joining with Eonteotone.

“Kill me now!” I told him proudly, preparing to die like an Amazon as I offered myself to him. Then he blinked and looked at me in astonishment.

A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth and he stayed his hand with the blade. “You never could outrun me, Ciodora,” he finally told me. “All those times I chased you down by the stream, and I always caught you! Now I have caught you again!”

I stared in shock; who was this one?? “Don’t you remember me?” he asked. “You have grown beautiful from the last time I saw you!” Then a name came to mind, a name I had indeed not forgotten…

“Damianos?”

“It is I,” he breathed heavily. “I have caught you and you are mine. Now I shall HAVE you!”

I writhed underneath him, torn between my duty as an Amazon and my remembrance of a childhood friend. Then he kissed me fiercely. I tried to resist, but my passions of battle and of nearly losing my life had once more become enflamed. Besides, he had conquered me, subdued me; and to the victor belong the spoils.

He took me and I did not resist. He peeled off my garment, exposing my heaving breasts. Then he feasted upon them, weakening me even further just as Eonteotone was wont to do with her lips. Before long we were both disrobed.

He entered me and I felt a brief pain; it was the first time I had been penetrated despite the many times Eonteotone and I had been alone together. Then I felt a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before. “Take me,” I moaned, ashamed of myself and yet desirous for more.

We were there until late in the day before we rose and dressed ourselves. He explained how he had been swimming in the stream and had hidden when the Amazons attacked our village. He also told me of finding my parents and older brother.

“I should kill you,” he told me sadly. “We are out hunting Amazons over what they did to our families and our villages. I have joined with others to hunt you down.”

“And I should kill you,” I replied, feeling very much in turmoil as I lowered my head. Seeing him had taken me all the way back to that fateful morning in my village. I remembered all; it had never been forgotten nor could it be.

“We dare not see each other again, Ciodora,” he told me as he started to go. “It is a life we cannot have, a life we cannot share.” I had to agree as I struggled to hold back the tears. Then he was gone…

I returned to the village, forced to report the loss of the others to the raiding party. I told them we had gone up against a cunning foe and that somehow I had escaped with my life. But I felt ashamed to be alive; Damianos should not have let me live.

Duxestra decided this particular raiding party was a great threat and had to be destroyed. Immediately I volunteered to go back out. But it was not to avenge the loss of my sister warriors. It was to avenge my own family by dying in battle. As an Amazon I deserved to die.

Thosestra did not want me going back out; I think she saw something in my face. But I was adamant, and because of my skills so was Duxestra. I would go back out to face my destiny. This time Duzestra would send seven additional warriors. And Eonteotone volunteered to be among them. Perhaps she sensed this was to be my last battle and wanted to die with me.

That night she felt a distance between us as we pleasured each other. I apologized and then gave myself fully to her. I wanted our last night to be one she would remember when she sang the song of mourning for me after I had fallen in battle…

The next morning we set out in search of our elusive prey. This time I knew who we were dealing with, and I advised my sisters accordingly. But I felt conflicted.

As Amazons we were all deserving of death. But I felt bad Eonteotone had come along. I wanted to spare her if it were possible, even though she too had caused her share of death and suffering.

We detected the smell of fire, and once more we warily approached their camp. I was sorely conflicted, caught between two worlds. I reasoned that perhaps it would be best if we all fell together.

We found the camp and made ready to strike. This time there were two males sitting by the fire. But I felt something was wrong. My senses did not fail me as warriors came at us from both sides.

Swords came out, and it was hand to hand combat. I saw Cakolyte go down, a sorrowful event after having previously saved her life. I swung my sword in fury and her attacker went down to fight no more.

They were well trained, but we were determined. There were losses on both sides, but we were getting the upper hand. I finally dispatched the last attacking male with a lethal slash into the abdomen. Then there were no more to fight.

I heard a victorious cry and I turned to look. Eonteotone had a male head upraised triumphantly in her right hand, blood dripping freely from the stump. But when she showed me the face I saw it was Damianos!

For a moment I was frozen in horror and grief, stricken by the awful sight of losing the last member of my village. Then in one swift motion I strung up an arrow to my bow and let fly. Eonteotone had the most astonished look on her face as she lost her grip on the head and collapsed onto the ground, bleeding from a mortal wound in her right breast.

I heard a gasp to my right and the words, “Ciodora, what have you done??” Before I could stop myself I quickly strung up a second arrow. Sikenia was too shocked to move out of the way, and I felled her as well.

I panted heavily for breath, ashamed at what I had done. I had avenged my village, but I had also shamed myself as an Amazon. I knew then what I had to do. I had to go back to the village to kill… and to die…

I crept in stealthily as I observed the women at work. But I could not just wantonly kill even though all deserved death. That would bring me even more shame.

I moved around carefully until I found Presaytie hanging clothes on a tree to dry. The memory of her arrows killing my father came strongly to mind, and I came up behind her and slit her throat. She gurgled and then went down, a look of utter surprise upon her face when she saw that it was I.

I quickly went to find Tulkileia, another whom I recognized as attacking my village. She was a short distance away so I strung and arrow and let fly. It found its mark; she would never attack another village.

The cry went up; someone had found Presaytie. I had little time before they would find me. There was one more and I rushed there just as fast as my legs could carry me. Others saw me running, but I knew it would be too late for them to stop me.

I entered the hut of Thosestra and found her sitting there sewing a garment, no doubt something she planned to give me. I quickly pulled my dagger and charged her. Then I was on top of her, the knife at her throat. But for some reason I hesitated.

“I see it in your eyes, Ciodora,” she told me calmly. “I had hoped I could make you forget. But I see it was all in vain. So you must kill me for taking you away from your family. Kill me, Ciodora; kill me now.” But I could not do it.

The tears welled up in my eyes and began to flow like rain. “You must kill me!” she hissed. Perhaps she too felt the same guilt as I. But I could not raise the dagger. Then strong hands pulled me away, knocking the knife to the ground…

My arrows were eventually discovered in the bodies of Eonteotone, Sikenia and Tulkileia. I was condemned to death by beheading. I did not resist.

I was disrobed, no longer allowed to disgrace the clothing of an Amazon. Instead I was forced to wear the tunic of a slave, those men we kept for breeding. Then I was taken outside the village.

As Thosestra was the one responsible for my upbringing, now she was the one responsible for my execution. I saw in her eyes how it broke her heart. I knelt upon the sacrificial ground and faced her as she hefted the sword in her hand.

“I am ready,” I told her. Then I bowed my head in shame. I would not die a proud Amazon, but as a worthless slave.

I waited for the blade to strike, but it was not forthcoming. Then I looked up to see the tears in Thosestra’s eyes, her shoulders slumped in sorrow. I decided my last words should be ones of honor to the one who had cared for me all these years.

“Do what you must. I have shamed the village and I must die for what I have done. Goodbye, mother; I love you.” It was the only time I ever called her mother or had professed those words.

She stood upright as though renewed of spirit. Then I lowered my head. A moment later I felt a sharp pain in my neck before my world started to tumble.

I was never to hear the song of mourning my mother and many others sang later to honor me…

(written Mar 8 by riwa)

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Love-kills 3.8 (8)

Posted on April 8, 2015 by riwa

1. (Xiao-yu) (Jade)

There was a drizzle outside.

Inside the room, it was all erotica.

My dark green outer garment and long dress was all over the place; the silk slippers with floral design had been cast to the side, the bright red dudou was hanging on the silk curtain. We had made love over and over again, driving me to new heights, my body aroma and the smell of that man’s sweat mixed together. He had one hand on my left tit while his mouth was engulfing the other one, sucking.

It was then that the door was kicked open.

Of course, I knew who it was that intruded into the room.

The man lying on my body shot up like a scared hare, grabbed his pants and ran towards the veranda.

I stayed on the bed, refusing to flee.

I knew there was no fleeing.

I saw with my own eyes how that man was turned into a porcupine by all those darts and flying daggers.

“Get up!” my husband shouted.

I got up, stark naked.

The hand holding the sword was trembling.

“You whore!”

I smiled sadly. He was right. I was a born whore. Even my name, Yu, meaning jade, had the same pronunciation as “lust”. But, did he know how much I longed that the pair of hands which roamed over my body was his, and not the gutless rascal who had died in such disgrace? If he had not put all his time and energy in his martial arts practice to get famous and neglected me, I would never have become the adulteress that I was.

I did not try to explain; any explanation was so pointless.

The day we were married, everybody said that Cheng yi-he of the Hua-shan martial arts school and Han Xiao-yu of the E-mei school were a perfect match for each other.

I did not even try to take the sword hanging on the wall to offer a desperate fight.

“Kill me,” I said calmly, “and send my head back to E-mei.”

After saying this, I faced the drizzle outside the window and knelt down, my hands crossed in front of me to cover the top of my breasts.

The blade went in from my back, ran through my thin body and came out at the cleavage.

“Argh…” I experienced an orgasm a hundred times more intense than when that man fucked me just a while ago.

“Behead …me!”

I bowed my head to receive my deserved fate.

My head flew many feet, touched ground and rolled to a stop.

My naked body hit the ground with a bang.

My husband hanged my head under the eaves; the head with its dripping blood put the pair of swallows to the flight from their nest.

A slanting wind, a bitter rain, how red the azalea…

Blood red…

2. Xiao-die (Little Butterfly)

This was a performance I did solely for him.

I was dressed in the costume of a female general, the flags behind me fluttering as I whirled and turned.

On the stage, I put the seven feet lance into spin for him, I lost my helmet for him, I discarded my armor for him, I did the hair-dance for him, I braced up my chest to receive the cut for him, I bowed to be beheaded, for him…

All these, he loved to watch.

“Leave, all of you.”

The other actors retired; the musicians, save one blind man playing the stringed hu-qin, retired.

The hu-qin made a sad melody.

He bent down, stripped away my white blouse and took off the moon-white dudou.

We copulated in the music of the blind artist.

“Xiao-die, when dawn comes, you must leave,” he spoke into my ear.

I shook my head. “No. I am willing to die for you.”

He sighed. “What is the point?”

What is the point? What is the point of being born? What is the point of us finally meeting and loving each other, and then we must part?

They say all actresses are without hearts. That was because all those who said this never understood the real heart of an actress.

On the following morning, the blind man left, after receiving his pay.

I did not leave.

When the constables came, I was put under shackles, as he was.

“Let her go, she was just an actress,” he said.

“No! I am his concubine. I am carrying his child.”

Normally, anyone pregnant would not be put to death immediately. They would wait for the baby to be born, weaned before executing the mother. But I knew the Regent was bent to obliterate his entire family. He would not allow me or the one in my womb to survive.

The sentences were quick to come down…

Immediate execution by beheading.

So, I mounted the ox-cart with him and we proceeded to the western market, the normal spot chosen as execution ground.

All together, seventy something people were to die that day.

I saw his head fall, then hanged high for all to see.

Then it was the turn for the women, seven of us. We were disrobed before our heads would be cut off.

Our white blouses were thrown to the ground; the dudou of all sorts of colors then followed.

“Dying in the nude; good!” I muttered to myself. I knew he would feel excited to see this.

The end of my seven feet long hair was grabbed and pulled tight.

The executioner spat a mouthful of rice-wine on his blade. And the next instant, a coldness at my neck…

My head was hanged to the pole adjacent to his.

Piles of semi-naked bodies were left there to be exposed under the scorching sun for all to see.

The wind blew; our heads swayed on top of the poles.

Never abandon each other, even in face of death. And being buried in one single grave, what more could I ask for?

3. Xue (Snow)

I rode out alone to challenge him, and he came to meet me, all by himself.

I used a pole-sword. His weapon was a halberd.

Perhaps I was the strongest opponent he had met so far.

Two hundred rounds and neither of us could win.

But after that, my strength failed me. Hence, my helmet tilted away, my pole-sword flew from my hands.

I sat on my saddle and awaited Death to claim me.

He planted his halberd up-side-down on the ground, got close to me and slowly took off my white leather armor with the two brass plates protecting my breasts.

I did not resist.

Then, he pulled me over to his saddle.

He stripped my skirt, ripped away the white riding blouse and put his hand over my snow-white dudou to fondle my tits.

“Kill me, kill me please…” I pleaded.

I was pulled down from the horse. Whatever clothes still remained were removed from me. At a distance twice the range of an arrow from the Southern Gate of the city, I accepted his violation.

“Your father killed my wife. I will take your head to console her soul.”

I nodded. “I am willing. I came to fight you because I wanted to be slain by you.”

He was stunned.

“I could not become your wife. Then, let me be your captive to be slaughtered. Please, behead me in front of my fort.”

He dragged me to a spot just outside the range of an arrow. In my total nakedness, I voluntarily put my wrists behind my back for him to bind.

“Tell me your name.”

“Wanyan Xue”

“Argh. Xue, snow-white…Is that why you were dressed in white armor? Even your dudou was white.”

I blushed.

“Look here!” he shouted. “The defeated warrior, Wanyan Xue, is now to be beheaded!”

He took my pole-sword; I threw my hair to my front to offer my neck.

The pole-sword was raised. In ecstasy, I bowed my head lower. The blade fell; my head flew, and then rolled down into the water of the moat.

He dipped his hand into the water and caught my long hair, hauling my head dripping with water up. The blood had been rinsed off, my dull eyes staring at the rampart…

Is that my father? How would he feel when he saw his own daughter being beheaded in front of his very eyes?

My body had toppled to the front. It was kicked over and now the breasts were pointing to the sky.

He drove a spear into my left tit, pinning my body to the ground where he placed my head on the other end.

My last feeling was the tip of my long hair brushing against my nipples…

4. Hitomi (pupils)

The castle had fallen.

The supporting minor keeps and the tora-ma chambers were all in flames.

The main keep was where we would make our last stand.

“The Lord has fallen in battle. Ojosan, please kill yourself.”

I looked at him, Wada Jubei, the commander of our spearmen.

“Then, you will act as my kaishakunin.”

“Hai!”

I took off my armor, loosened up the front of my shiromuku.

“Jebei, touch me…”

He was shocked, speechless.

“Do you wish to deprive me even of this small request?”

I had secretly loved him for so long. But as the daughter of the lord of the castle, I could not openly love a low rank samurai.

But now, the castle had fallen and the Akitsuki clan would be no more. It no longer mattered.

He put his hand under the lap of my shiromuku and covered my tits over the chest-wrapping cloth.

“Thank you, Jubei. Tell me I am beautiful.”

“You are, Hitomi,” He whispered. “I will never forget you, or your pair of beautiful eyes.” He did not use the honorific address of ojosan, but had spoken my name. I found tears rolling down my cheeks, in gratitude.

“Will you die with us after you act as my kaishakunin?”

“I will go out and fight bravely until l am killed,” he answered.

“Good. Now do it!”

He stood up and pulled his katana made by the famous sword-smith Muramasa from the sheath.

I rearranged my lap and rinsed the dirk given to me by my father.

“How I wish to be reborn as a red-spider-lily (Lycoris radiate) to grow along the road to the Underworld, to guide the wandering souls who had fallen in battles,” I recited my parting prayer.

Jubei breathed heavily. He understood the implication of the words.

Everything was to end…

I turned the tip of the dirk towards my jugular vein.

And stabbed…

The Muramasa blade cut into the small of my neck…

My head fell on the tatami, blood spurting out from the neck stump…

Jubei completed the movement to shake off the blood from the blade, bowed to my slightly forward inclining body and then rushed down the Keep to throw himself in the final fighting.

I could barely hear the sound of clashing steel and cries of agony from the ground before the keep…

5. Sophie (wisdom)

She stripped the strapless black brassiere from me.

My tits sprang and she jumped on them and put them in her hand and mouth.

“Argh…” I spread my arms wide and clutched at the iron rings on the wall.

“Julia, Julia…” I muttered her name

“Sophie, I love you!” She began to kiss my navel.

The lower part of my body was hopelessly damp.

This would be the last time we made love.

At dawn, they would lead us out of our cells, to walk all the way to the courtyard of the prison and execute us as traitors.

The method of execution was to be guillotined.

So, we are traitors?

Does supporting an oppressed people here in Algiers mean we are traitors? Should the nation always precede justice? Besides, one quarter of Julia’s blood was Arabian.

I was one hundred percent French.

I joined the resistance for Julia. But unlike her, I did not throw bombs. I just handed out pamphlets.

But I did not regret it.

If Julia was to be executed alone and I was spared, I would hate myself.

So, tomorrow both of us were to die. The heads would be severed from the beautiful bodies and stuck between the thighs. After that, they would be put in a make-shift coffin and buried without ceremony.

This desolate desert was to be the place where our bones would be buried.

“Argh..argh…” I already had two orgasms. But Julia still did not wish to stop.

She started to lick my cunt…

And then it was all over. We held each other tight, both of us naked.

“Julia, sing that song for me once more, please.”

She smiled, then sang in her soft voice:

Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens……

Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause…

When she finished the song, I kissed her passionately.

“Julia, knowing you is the best thing that happens to me in my entire life,” I said.

“Je t’aime aussi, beaucoup.” She kissed me back.

When daylight came, we were allowed to take our last shower and put on the clothes we had selected for our execution. I had chosen a white shirt and a pair of tight-fitting black pants. Julia chose a white camisole and a skirt with floral patterns. Both of us did not put on any underwear.

The guards marched us out of our cells.

There were so many soldiers and policemen taking up their positions in the courtyard.

The huge killing machine had been erected in the center.

A priest came up for our last confessions. I accepted it. Julia just gave him the finger and I could not help but roared out my laugh.

They dragged Julia onto the sliding plank, bound her hands and then pushed the plank forward so that her neck rested on the lunette.

“Sophie, je t’aime!” she shouted.

“Julia, I love you too!”

An officer pulled the lever and the blade crashed down.

Julia’s body shook violently and I knew her head had fallen into the wicker basket in front of the machine.

“You bastards!” I cursed the officer standing next to me in a low voice.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

Then, I was on the plank.

The plank was pushed forward and my head passed the lunette. I heard the small clicking sound that locked the upper part in place. I looked down and saw her head in the basket. Her eyes were still wide open.

Suddenly, I wanted to kiss her, and feel her hands once more caressing my breasts…

Cluck!

I felt a pain at the back of my neck and my head flew towards Julia….

Finally…a…kiss…

(End)

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The lesbian teen hunter 4.2 (11)

Posted on April 6, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Note: I have added another 900 words to the end of this story. Call it an alternate ending if you will.

“Hi there, honey. What’s your name?”

“Tiffany.”

“My name is Mrs. Anderson. Do you like girls, Tiffany? Now don’t be shy.”

“I… I guess so, Mrs. Anderson. Girls are nice.”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes, you seem very nice.”

“You seem like a nice young girl, Tiffany. Are you shy?”

“Maybe a little, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Now Tiffany; that’s quite all right.”

“Now I like you, Tiffany. I like you a lot.”

“Why thank you, Mrs. Anderson.”

“How would you feel about coming home with me? Would you like that, Tiffany?”

“I guess so, Mrs. Anderson. But why do you want me to come home with you?”

“Because I want to teach you some things, Tiffany. Is that ok?”

“I guess so. What kind of things?”

“Things women can do to each other to please each other. Does that sound fun?”

“I… I guess so, Mrs. Anderson. I like having fun.”

“Ok. Come home with me, Tiffany and I’ll teach you how to have some fun.”

“This is a nice home you have here, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Thank you, Tiffany. My husband is away so we have all the time we need.”

“Ok. So what do we do first, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Well, honey; I want you to take these things off.”

“My shorts? …and my shirt? But WHY, Mrs. Anderson?”

“I’ll show you, honey. It’s all a part of having fun together.”

“Ok. I LIKE having fun! You’ll just have to show me, ok?”

“Don’t worry, Tiff-honey. I’m going to show you EVERYTHING.”

“You sure are nice to me, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Now let’s pull these things all the way off, shall we?”

“Mrs. Anderson? I kinda feel funny… like strange-excited. Is that ok?”

“Yes, honey; that is quite all right. You probably SHOULD feel excited.”

“I’ve never done this before… well, not with another girl.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll walk you through it. It’s easy! You’ll catch on.”

“I really like your black outfit, Mrs. Anderson.”

“I’m glad, honey. I wear it when I’m out picking up sexy girls like you.”

“You think I’m sexy, Mrs. Anderson?”

“I think any shy girl who looks like you is sexy, honey.”

“Ok, Mrs. Anderson. My shorts are off. Now what?”

“Now we lift up your shirt, Tiffany. I want to see your breasts.”

“My breasts? I’ve never shown my breasts to another girl before…well, not like this anyway.”

“That’s ok, Tiffany. It’s all part of having fun. You ARE having fun, aren’t you?”

“I guess… a little. It does feel kind of strange-excited.”

“That’s a GOOD feeling, honey. You’ll be enjoying it more and more as we go along.”

“I will?”

“Oh, absolutely! Honey, I promise you… you’re gonna LOVE this!”

“Ok, Mrs. Anderson… if you say so!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson… I feel your hands on my breasts… they feel… wonderful!”

“See, honey? Now isn’t this fun… and exciting?”

“Oh, YES MA’AM!”

“Now give me a kiss, honey, while I’m touching your breasts. Turn your head and kiss me.”

“Like this, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Yes, honey – just like that! Now open your mouth and let me taste your tongue.”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! I feel so strange! My nipples are so hard and I feel… excited!”

“That’s entirely natural, honey. Let’s just keep kissing for awhile!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson. I think I’m getting wet panties!!”

“Now sit down right here, Tiffany, while I take off my top. Now do you like my breasts?”

“Oh YES, Mrs. Anderson! I like them very much!”

“Why don’t you kiss them, honey. Kiss my breasts and lick my nipples. Yes… just like that.”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson. Your nipples are getting hard. Is that natural?”

“Oh yes, Tiffany. You are making me excited with your tongue. You’re doing a good job.”

“I think I LIKE kissing your nipples and making them hard. But mine are hard too!”

“That’s perfectly natural, honey. It means you’re really excited. It means you’re having fun.”

“I really AM, Mrs. Anderson. Can I kiss them some more?”

“Kiss my nipples all you want, honey! It makes them feel good. I’m having fun too.”

“Now kiss my ass, honey. I like my ass kissed and licked.”

“Mrs. Anderson, isn’t that kind of strange?”

“Not if it feels good, honey.”

“Am I making you feel good, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Yes, honey; you sure are. I’m so glad I picked you up and brought you home.”

“I’m glad too, Mrs. Anderson. I don’t know why but I LIKE making you feel good!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, honey. Just keep licking my ass! Here, let me help you!”

“Mrs. Anderson, you’re getting a little rough with me. But for some reason I really like it!”

“I thought you would, honey. You seem the submissive type.”

“What a nice ass you have here, Tiffany! And I can tell how wet you are! You must be excited!”

“Oh YES, Mrs. Anderson! I can’t stop trembling! I’m really, really excited!”

“Well, honey; that is one fine ass you’ve got. And I just LOVE the smell of your pussy!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; you make me hot when you say that!”

“Honey, seeing this just makes me want to SPANK your ass!”

“Oh, SPANK my ass, Mrs. Anderson! SPANK me – I’ve been BAD!”

“Such a bad, bad girl… making me nice and wet… you need a really good spanking!”

“Oh, SPANK me, Mrs. Anderson… again… oh, I’ve been so bad… I need it so bad!”

“Now I think it’s time to punish you by making you lick my pussy, honey!”

“Can you smell my pussy, honey? Do you like how it smells? Do you?”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; you smell so GOOD! I don’t know why but now I’m REALLY turned on!”

“Now lick me, honey! Stick your tongue up in there and lick up my dripping juices. Taste me!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; you taste so HEAVENLY! I LIKE licking you!”

“Yes, Tiffany… yes… right there – right there… ohgawd; you’re going to make me cum!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; you taste so divine! Can I REALLY make you cum? Is this fun?”

“Yes – yes – yes – yes… right there – right there… ohgawd; you have such a great tongue!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! I’m so horny making you cum! Cum for me, Mrs. Anderson!”

“Oh, fuck – I’m cumming! Oh, fuck – I’m cumming! AAAUUUGGGHHH!”

“Right there, honey… yes… right there… ohgawd; that feels good!”

“Mrs. Anderson; you’re starting to get a little rough with me… but I kind of like it!”

“Right there – right there… lick my cunt, you little slut… ohgawd; that feels so fucking good!”

“Mrs. Anderson; you’re really juicy! Gawd, you taste good! Mrs. Anderson, this makes me hot!”

“Oh, honey; you’ve made me so fucking horny! I intend to enjoy every part of your sweet body!”

“Mrs. Anderson; you make me so wet when you say things like that!”

“Eat me, honey; lick my cunt! Make me cum again! That’s it – that’s it; right there – right there!”

“Mrs. Anderson; you taste so fucking good! I just LOVE licking you! Get rough with me!”

“Eat me, you fucking little slut! Eat my pussy and make me cum like a good little girl!”

“Yes, honey – use that tongue! I’m going to turn you into a lesbian slut; you just wait!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; talk dirty to me! It really turns me on!”

“Eat my cunt, you dirty little lesbian slut! Eat me like a good little cunt-licker!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; you say the sweetest things! Treat me like your little lesbian slut!”

“Eat me, you little slut! Eat my pussy! Here… let me mash your face into it!”

“MMMMMMM! Mrs. Anderson, I’m so wet! I’m so hot for your wet pussy!”

“Eat my cunt, you hot little pussy-licker! Eat it like a good lesbian slut! Make me cum!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! I think I’m going to cum! I think I’m going to cum too!”

“Cum for me, you hot little lesbian cunt-licker! Let’s cum together!”

“Now I’m REALLY gonna have some fun with you! Suck on THIS, my cunt-licking slut!”

“Mrs. Anderson, now you’re REALLY getting rough – GURGNUNHHHNNMUHMHU!”

“Suck it! Suck it, you slutty little cunt-licker! I KNOW you want to!”

“GLUGHURGBLGURHHUHHMMMHUGFHRBLE!”

“Oh, you LIKE it, don’t you honey! Tell me how much you fucking LIKE it!”

“GUIRGLBURGLRUHUHMMHGUHUMHMH!!”

“You LIKE it when I’m rough with you; don’t you, you fucking little slut!”

“GLURBUGLUGURGLBURGLUGUHHMMMMMM!”

“Suck it like a cock, Honey! I SWEAR I’m going to break you of sucking cock!”

“Suck on THIS instead, honey! Make it nice and wet! Gag on it, you sexy little slut!”

“GURBLURBLGURBUHHMMGUHMMM!”

“Here… I’ll help you… I’ll suck on this end! MMMMMMMM!”

“GURBLUGRUGBLGUGHUINMMMUIRGUMMNMMM!”

“Take it deep, honey, because I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy with it in a minute!”

“GYURBLURGUBLGURBLUGUGMMUUMHUHUHHHHMMMM!”

“Get ready, honey, ‘cause now I’m going to fuck your pussy with it!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! Fuck my pussy! I’m your lesbian slut! Fuck me hard with it”

“Keep those legs spread, honey, ‘cause here it comes!”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Anderson! Fuck me hard! Grab my tits and fuck me!”

“Take it, you little lesbian cunt-licking slut! Take my cock up your slutty cunt!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson… let me touch your tits while you fuck me! Oh – oh – oh!”

“Are you gonna cum for me, you horny little slut? Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Gawd, yes… I’m gonna cum, Mrs. Anderson! Fuck me hard; I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, you little slut! Cum for me! Let me see you cum, you sexy lesbian slut!”

“Ohgawd… ohgawd… I’m gonna cum – I’m gonna cum! It feels so good! Fuck me!”

“Cum for me, you little slut! I wanna watch you cum! Do it now, you sexy little slut!”

“Ohgawd… ohgawd… I’m cumming now… I’m cumming NOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”

“Clean my cock, honey! Clean my cock and taste your cum on it!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; I’m so fucking hot! I came so hard!”

“Not as hard as you’re going to cum when I get my strap-on and fuck you silly!”

“Ohmygawd, Mrs. Anderson! You’re going to fuck me with a strap-on??”

“That’s right, honey! And you’re going to take it like a good girl!”

“Ohmygawd, Mrs. Anderson; that makes me so fucking wet hearing you say that!”

“I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and I’m going to fuck you hard!”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! Hurry up and do it now! I want it so fucking bad!”

“Clean this up first, honey! Then I’ll go get the strap-on!”

“Oh Mrs. Anderson! I see you changed your clothes! Is that the strap-on?”

“Yes, Tiffany. This is the strap-on I’m going to use on you.”

“Oh use it now, Mrs. Anderson! I want you to fuck me with it! Use it now!”

“Ok, Tiffany. Let’s go to the bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable.”

“Ok, Mrs. Anderson. Right in here?”

“Right in there, Tiffany. Now climb onto the bed.”

“Ok, Mrs. Anderson. Are you climbing on with me?”

“Yes, Tiffany. Now get ready for the fucking of your life.”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson! I’m so excited!”

“Here it comes, Tiffany! Now I’m going to pull your hair while I fuck you!”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Anderson! Pull my hair! Get rough with me! It makes me so excited!”

“Feel my ‘cock’ inside you, Tiffany?”

“Yes, Mrs. Anderson! It feels wonderful! I feel like I’m going to cum any minute now!”

“Me too, Tiffany; me too!”

“Oh wow, Mrs. Anderson! I came really, really hard that time!”

“Me too, Tiffany! Now we’re going to have a different kind of fun.”

“What kind of fun are we going to have, Mrs. Anderson?”

“We’re going to practice a little autoerotic asphyxiation, Tiffany. Do you know what that is?”

“No, Mrs. Anderson. What is autoerotic asphyxiation?”

“It means I make it hard for you to breathe so you can have bigger orgasms.”

“Bigger orgasms? That sounds great, Mrs. Anderson!”

“Now help me get this noose hung up in that hook up in the ceiling.”

“Right up here, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Yes, Tiffany; right in that hook there. Now we’ll bring it down… and here is the noose.”

“Is it safe, Mrs. Anderson?”

“Oh, it’s perfectly safe, Tiffany. I’ll be here the whole time watching you cum.”

“Oh, Mrs. Anderson; I’m so excited! Bigger orgasms will feel so much better, right?”

“Right, Tiffany. Now let’s get your neck in this noose, ok? How does that feel?”

“It kinda feels sexy, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Well, it certainly looks sexy on you, Tiffany. I’m really turned on just looking at you.”

“I’m so glad, Mrs. Anderson. I want you to be turned on!”

“Ok, let me just put these handcuffs on you, Tiffany. Being helpless makes bigger orgasms.”

“Really, Mrs. Anderson? I would LOVE to have bigger orgasms!”

“Are you ready for your autoerotic asphyxiation now, Tiffany?”

“I sure am, Mrs. Anderson.”

“Ok, Tiffany. Up you go!”

“AWK… MRS… ANDERSON…. CAN’T HARDLY… BREATHE!!”

“That’s good, Tiffany. That means you’re going to have bigger orgasms now.”

“BUT I CAN’T… HARDLY… BREATHE… GASP”

“That’s part of it, Tiffany. Keep it up; you’re doing a great job.”

“MY NECK… HURTS… IS THIS… AWK… THE WAY IT’S… SUPPOSE TO… WORK??”

“Yes, Tiffany; that’s the way. You’re doing really, really well. You look very sexy.”

“BUT MRS. ANDERSON… HURTS… NECK… GASP… GURGLE…”

“Oh, I forgot all about fingering your cunt. Let me do that now, Tiffany.”

“AWK… RASP… HURTS…”

“Can you feel my fingers in your cunt, Tiffany? That should be making you feel really good!”

“HURTS… PAIN…

“Aren’t you going to cum for me, Tiffany? Cum for ol’ Mrs. Anderson, honey.”

“URK…. HURTS…. NECK…. CAN’T…. BREATHE…”

“Well then let me finger you just a little bit harder, ok?”

“URK… AWK… PLEASE MRS…. ANDERSON….. TAKE ME….. DOWN…”

“Not until you’ve cum first, honey. I can feel how wet you are… nice and wet.”

“URK….. RASP….. GURGLE….. PLEASE….”

“Just a little bit more, Tiffany. Cum for me, honey; you can do it.”

“URK… RASP….. SHUDDER…”

“There it is, honey. That looked lovely, simply lovely.”

“RASP…. GURGLE….. GASP….”

“You want another one, honey? Certainly! I’d love to finger you until you cum again!”

“NN…. RASP….. NNN….. GURGLE…… SHUDDER…..”

“Mmmmmm. That was a good one, honey. I’ll bet you loved that one; am I right?”

“URK…… RASP…… GUUNNHHHHHHHH….”

“Ok, now it’s my turn, honey. Why don’t you fight that noose for me, ok? Kick a little!”

“URK……. RASP…… UNNHHH… GASSSPPPPP…..”

“Don’t worry, honey; I’m rubbing myself right now! My but you look sexy in that noose!”

“GUUUUNNHHHH….. AARRRSSSSSPPPPPP….. GLLUUUUUFFFFFF….”

“Awww. Now your tongue has come out. Isn’t that sweet?”

“RAASSSSPPPP….. GURGLLEEEEEE…”

“Aww, are you having trouble breathing now, Tiffany?”

“SNASSSSSSSS….. GRUUUHHHHHHH…..HHEEEHHHHLLPPP…. PUUHHH”

“You look a little shocked, honey. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“SGAAAAAHHHHHSSSSS…… HHEEEHHHHHH….. PUUUHHHHHHLLEEEE”

“Oh honey; didn’t you know? I hunt sexy teens like you for the noose!”

“AAAHHHHHHHRRRRRR….. SNNNUUUUUUHHHHHHHH…”

“What’s the matter, honey? Haven’t you got anything left in the tank?”

“SSSUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH…………………”

“You look a little shocked. Was it something I said?”

“————————–snuuu—————————-“

“Was it something I did? You’ll have to speak up, honey.”

“———————……………………———–…………….”

“Tiffany? Tiff-honey? You’ll have to speak up; I can’t hear you!”

“…………………………………..”

“Tiffany? Oh my. I do think you’ve given me your all, haven’t you!”

“……………. …………………. ……………..”

“Just a few twitches now… you’re barely swaying at all….”

“……. ……………………………. “

“Maybe I’d better check for a pulse…”

“I see there’s nothing there, honey. You were marvelous, did you know that? Simply marvelous!”

“………………………………………..”

“Yes, I had an orgasm while you were hanging for me. Thank you so much for asking.”

“…………………………….”

“Yes, it was lovely. But I always have lovely orgasms hanging sweet, innocent girls like you.”

“……………….”

“And there’s your bladder giving way… how thoughtful…”

“…………….”

“Ok, honey. I’m going to leave you up for a little while for me to enjoy. Is that ok with you?”

“…….”

“Thank you so much, Tiffany. I knew you would understand.”

“….”

(written for Tiffany Aug 6 ’by riwa; ed.Apr 6)

(Pictures are from lesbianteenhunter.com and from pics found on the net, all of which are used for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories, Picture Stories | Tagged bondage, female sex, forced orgasms, hanging, nudity, pictures, sex toys | 2 Comments

Fatal Jealousy 4.4 (18)

Posted on April 3, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Note: I wanted to edit this story to improve the flow. As a result I added over 600 words to it. I hope you enjoy it.

Victoria sprawled on her couch and bawled. After several minutes she reached for the telephone and dialed a number…

“Alex…? Vicky! Could you come over? I just broke up with Brad and I’m miserable as hell. You wanna do something together?”

“I’ll be right over,” her friend told her over the phone. A moment later the line went dead. Victoria clicked off the phone, thought about her former boyfriend… and then started to cry all over again…

—–

Victoria answered the door and allowed her friend inside. “Hi, Alex,” she said, slurring her words. “C’mon in!” Then she went back to her couch, sat down and picked up her drink.

Alex was dressed in some rather slick black leather, an outfit that might have been more appropriate for picking up guys at a bar. But Vicky didn’t pay her friend’s outfit any attention. Alex simply sat down on the couch and stared at her morose friend as Victoria took another drink… “Are you ok, Vicky?”

“I’m feeling better now that I’ve had a little something to drink,” her friend replied, sounding more than a little tipsy. “Brad is such a jerk!”

Alex looked at her, her mind churning with devious thoughts. Her friend was weak and vulnerable right now. This would be such a perfect opportunity to take advantage of her!

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the capsule she’d brought with her. It was guaranteed to loosen her friend up even more. “I’m sorry about Brad, Vicky,” she said as she reached over with welcoming arms. “C’mere and let me give you a big hug.”

Victoria set her drink down. Then she wrapped her arms around her friend and started to cry again. Alex hugged her tightly while making sure she successfully dropped the capsule into the drink.

“He was a jackass anyway, Vicky,” she said encouragingly, trying to delay things while giving the capsule time to dissolve. “He never treated you right. In the first place! I say good riddance to bad baggage!”

“Don’t I know it!” Victoria sniffled in agreement. “He was a cheap, slimy, no-good double-crossing sonuvabitch, and I’m glad he’s gone.” They both knew that was a lie, but at least it felt good for her to say it aloud

Victoria broke up their embrace long enough to down her drink in one long gulp. From there it didn’t take long before the drug took effect. It was time to play!

A few minutes later Alex had her friend’s clothes off and was helping her put on a pair of black, sexy panties that snapped onto leg-high stockings. Victoria was too drugged and euphoric to care. “This is kinda kinky, isn’t it?” she giggled as she tousled her hair.

“Yeah, but it’s so much fun!” Alex cooed softly. “You’re gonna love it, girlfriend!” But the truth of the matter was that she was probably looking forward to it more, especially considering the type of asphyxia games she wanted to play with the vulnerable, heart-broken girl.

“Now why don’t you relax?” she told Victoria, carefully laying her out on the couch. “You just let ol’ Alex take care of everything ok?” Then she slowly rubbed her hands up and down her friend’s body.

“I like this,” Victoria moaned. “You’re hands are much softer than Brad’s are! You know where to touch me to make me feel good!”

“That’s not all I’m gonna make you feel, baby,” Alex cooed at her.

A drunken giggle… “What are you gonna do to me?” In answer, Alex dropped to her knees and started to tongue her friend’s breasts and nipples. Victoria writhed and moaned in her drug and alcohol induced haze.

“You got a sexy body, you know that, Vic?” her friend said seductively. “You don’t mind if I find out what you taste like, do you?” and she stuck her tongue out again and started to lick.

Victoria trembled at her friend’s tonguing, all memories of the butthead boyfriend forgotten. She moaned excitedly as Alex played with her chest. “Damn, that feels so good,” she murmured softly.

‘Not as good as it’s gonna feel when we move onto the next phase,’ Alex thought with growing excitedly. She was looking forward to the more serious games they were about to play. “So you like that, Vic?” she purred softly.

“Mmm – hmm,” her friend nodded. Victoria closed her eyes and moaned again as Alex ran a hand over her chest. It sent shivers running through her body and she squirmed excitedly, running her hands through her hair.

Alex smiled to herself. The drug was working perfectly. Victoria was in such a wonderful state that she would probably do virtually anything that was asked of her! So let the asphyxia games begin! “Let me go get your stockings, babe,” she cooed into her friend’s ear.

“Whatever you wanna do, Alex. I feel so good right now. I like where you’re touching me.”

Alex stood up, brushing her fingers along her girlfriend’s breasts. Then she went and got the stockings. ‘She’ll look really hot with them on,’ Alex decided. ‘It’ll add to her outfit… just what I need to see her wearing to help me get off.’

Alex went into the bedroom, got the stockings and then brought them back out to the couch. Victoria looked up at her dreamily. “You look hot in that black outfit, babe.”

“And you look hot in those black panties. Mind if I put these sexy stockings on your legs?”

“Go right ahead,” Victoria giggled playfully. “I love it when you touch me!”

Alex proceeded to run each stocking up her friend’s slender legs, snapping them in place with the panty’s straps. When she was finished, she ran her hands up along the inside of her girlfriend’s thighs. Victoria moaned softly as she squirmed again.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Umm – hmm.”

“Roll over, please.” Victoria dutifully complied. That’s when Alex gave her a swat on her ass, causing her to giggle drunkenly.

“Ooooohhh… I like that!”

“Do you now?” SWAT! Victoria squealed delightedly.

SWAT! “Nice ass, Vic!” SWAT! “Gorgeous ass!” SWAT! “Brad is stupid for breaking up with such a sweet piece of ass like yours!” SWAT!

Victoria moaned again, wiggling her butt as her friend kept swatting it. She was becoming quite aroused, totally unaware that her friend Alex was already in a heightened state of sexual excitement.

“Now stand up, Vicky!” her friend told her. Victoria did as she was asked.

“Now I want you to get into this,” Alex said, holding up a tight, black dress with swirling patterns all over it. “I found it in your bedroom; it’s perfect! It makes you look sexy as hell!”

Victoria squirmed into it and then gasped as her friend cinched it down from the back. It truly accented her massive breasts, showing off a rather tight, sexy cleavage. “Hard to… breathe,” she gasped. “Breasts… uncomfortable. Do you have to have it so tight?”

“We can fix that,” Alex said agreeably as she finished tightening the outfit. “Have a seat and I’ll make you more comfortable.”

“What are we gonna do now?” Victoria wanted to know, still slurring her words as she sat down in a wooden chair.

“We’re gonna play some fun games, babe!” Alex said as she pulled off the top of her own outfit. She wanted her tits to breathe, wanted to feel the excitement in her nipples. Then she pulled down her friend’s dress enough to fully expose Victoria’s large melons.

“There; is that better?”

“Much better! Now what kinda games are we gonna play?”

“Exciting games… sexual games!” Alex smiled at her.

“Then why are you tying my feet to the chair legs?” Victoria asked uncertainly. She noticed her friend was topless, and she couldn’t help staring at her gorgeous tits and those erect nipples.

“All part of the game, girlfriend!”

“Sounds exciting,” Victoria murmured. She closed her eyes and willingly brought her hands behind her back. “Gonna tie my wrists together too?” she purred drunkenly.

“Maybe.”

It was all going so well, Alex decided. Hell, the unsuspecting bitch even seemed eager about it! Then she grinned as she asked, “Would you like your hands tied? Would you like a little bondage?”

“Sure!” Victoria giggled. “This is kinda fun!”

“Glad you like it,” Alex observed, not sound quite as friendly now. Besides, now that Vicky was all tied up, she felt she could dispense with the pleasantries and get right down to the wicked fun she had planned for the deserving bitch!

She produced a ball-gag and shoved it in front of her friend’s face. “Open up,” she demanded. Victoria giggled as she willingly complied, allowing Alex to cram the thing into her friend’s mouth. Then she tied the straps behind her head. Her face suddenly took on a look of sadistic menace… “Hands in your lap, please.”

When Victoria placed them there, Alex produced a pair of handcuffs and clatched them onto the woman’s wrists. “Comfy now?” she asked in a not-so-friendly manner.

“Gluh – guh…”

“You excited yet?”

“Gluh – huh!”

“Wanna know what’s gonna happen next?”

“Gluh – huh!”

“Good,” Alex told her. “I WANT you to know! I want you to feel fear, Vic! Fear will heighten your arousal, bitch, because you see… I’m gonna choke the fucking life out of you!”

Victoria’s eyes went wide with fright… “GLUNH – UNH!” Then she started to struggle a little.

“Get ready, hun,” Alex warned. “Here comes the best part!”

She produced another set of pantyhose, only to wrap them tightly around her friend’s neck. “Let’s play ‘Strangle-the-bitch’, shall we?” Then she grabbed both ends and started to pull. Almost immediately Victoria started to choke and gag…

“GLUH… GUH… GLUH… GOH… GOH, GAW…”

Victoria’s eyes rolled up into her head as she tried to gasp for breath. This was not at all what she had planned for having a girl’s night out! A moment later her pussy began to throb. Without even thinking, her cuffed hands dropped down to her crotch where she started furiously rubbing her clit as a fiery climax raced toward her.

Alex felt her own orgasm fast approaching as her girlfriend struggled. She heard the gurgles and grunts of her gasping friend, and she pulled even harder on the nylons. “Strangle for me, bitch!” she cackled excitedly…

“GLUH… GUH… GAAACK… GU-GU-GU-GU… GGGGGG…”

Victoria’s body shuddered as an orgasm washed over her. Her fingers flew over her pussy area as her whole body shook. A gurgly sigh came out of her ball-gagged mouth. Then she fell off to one side unconscious as Alex continued to strangle her.

A moment later an orgasm slammed into Alex, catching her off guard. She arched her back and cried out, losing her grip on the pantyhose. They loosened, allowing air back into her friend’s tortured lungs. Victoria’s body quivered with a heavy sigh as she began to breathe again.

Alex removed the pantyhose from around her friend’s neck and she lovingly caressed those large breasts of hers. Then she put her hands on her shoulders. “Take a break, Vic; ok?” she said with an air of menace. “Then we’ll go again.”

—–

Victoria awoke to discover that her mind was clear. She also discovered that her outfit had been removed and that her hands had been cuffed to the chair behind her back. What’s more, she was still tied to the chair by her feet. “Alex?!” she gasped fearfully. “ALEX??!!”

Her topless friend strode into the room. “What do you want, bitch?” she snarled dangerously.

“What’s going on – OW!” and she yelped as Alex grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“Shut up, bitch! I’m putting the finishing touches on our asphyxia games!”

“ASPHYXIA GAMES??!! But I don’t wanna play anymore!”

“Well that’s just too damn bad, hun! Because a deserving bitch like you deserves to die… and I’m going to be the one to send you straight to hell!””

“NO! ALEX, LET ME GO!”

Alex slapped the fearful woman, but Victoria just wailed all the more. Then Alex produced a clear plastic bag. “I’ll bet you can’t guess where THIS is going, you silly, clueless bitch!”

“ALEX; NO!” she cried out. But her friend just laughed as she pulled the bag over her head! “Now let’s see how long it takes for you to stop breathing, bitch!”

“NO… DON’T…” But it was already getting hard to breath. Victoria was scared half to death!

Alex grabbed the nylons she’d previously used. “Now we don’t want any air leaking out, right?” she chuckled sinisterly. Then she wrapped them around her friend’s throat, tying the bag off.

Victoria gasped as she tried to breathe, her nipples getting harder as her pussy got wet. “Enjoy it while it lasts, bitch!” Alex snarled. “I’m sick and tired of hearing about your boyfriend problems. Now I’m gonna get off watching you suffocate to death! But don’t worry, honey! I think you’ll have an orgasm or two before you go!”

Victoria’s eyes went wide as she gasped for breath. The bag expanded and contracted around her head, pressing up against her open mouth. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, couldn’t believe her friend was the one doing it to her!

“You gonna cum for me, bitch?” Alex asked with murderous lust in her eyes. “Your nips are hard and your tits are shaking! So go ahead and cum if you want! It’ll probably be the last one you ever experience!”

Victoria tried to breathe, but the bag pulled tightly to her face. Alex cackled triumphantly as she pulled her friend’s head back and looked down at her. “You always get the guys, Vicky, even though they end up dumping you. Well no more. This time you die while it’s MY turn to get off! I’m going to watch you suffocate to death, you sexy bitch!”

She grinned and then reached for the rope she’d rigged up behind her with the stepstool she’d retrieved. “I rigged this up so I could indulge in some asphyxia games of my own,” she said, pointing to a rope that hung down from the ceiling. “Mind if I join you while you gasp your last?”

Victoria started to shudder as Alex ran the rope around her own neck. She watched excitedly as her friend suddenly thrashed about in the chair. It made her lean into the rope, wanting to asphyxiate herself as she watched Vicky die!

Victoria opened and closed her mouth, struggling to breathe. Then her body tensed and shuddered as she experienced the last orgasm of her life. “Fuck yeah!” Alex gasped as she instinctively tightened the rope around her neck. “Die, you fucking slut!”

There was a gurgly death-rattle that burbled up out of Victoria’s throat. Her eyes opened wide in horror, and she trembled violently. Then she went limp, her head drooping lifelessly off to one side.

Alex watched excitedly as an orgasm flowed hotly through her body. Hurriedly, she stripped out of her panties, leaving herself totally nude. She tied off the other end of the rope onto something secure before clamping the other set of cuffs she’d brought with her around her own wrists. Then she bent over, putting pressure on the rope around her neck.

She felt her throat tighten exquisitely, felt her pussy area throb with desire. “Maybe I should have let you finger yourself as you died!” she rasped breathlessly. Then she rubbed her clit excitedly, squeezing her legs together.

She felt a second orgasm rush toward her as she gasped for breath. She gagged and then shuddered excitedly as she climaxed hard. After a few moments she straightened up, loosening the rope and panting heavily.

“More!” she gasped excitedly, staring at her dead friend with those hard, dead nipples. “Must have… more!” She wanted to cum again and again and again!

Ignoring the body of her dead friend, she pulled the nearby stool over to her and climbed up onto her knees. Judging the proper length of rope, she untied it from around her neck, climbed down off the stool and re-tied the other end. Then she climbed back up onto the stool on her knees and quickly tied the rope off around her neck, not bothering with any special knots she could get out of later on. She just wanted to feel her breath being cut off… and RIGHT NOW!

She cinched it down tight and gasped as she strangled herself. Instantly her hand flew down between her legs and she vigorously rubbed her clit again. It set her pussy aflame once again with a terrible ache of longing.

Her eyes went wide as she gasped raggedly. Her hand furiously worked her clit and her legs squeezed tightly until her orgasm exploded inside her. Then she arched her back and shuddered violently, wondering if she could cum as hard as it looked like Victoria had cum…

…and then her knees suddenly slipped off the stool!

GAACK!

The rope instantly tightened around her neck as she swayed in front of the stool. Her hands flew up and clawed at the rope in panic, desperately trying to create a little slack. But she couldn’t get any because she’d re-tied the knot in too much of a hurry without being careful.

She leaned back against the stool but that didn’t help. She couldn’t sit on it and she couldn’t climb up onto it. Her mind went numb as her face turned red, her body shuddering as she felt a massive orgasm rush toward her.

It washed hotly throughout her body, an orgasm much harder than anything she’d ever experienced before. She jerked and shuddered, effectively tightening the rope even more around her neck. She gagged as it strangled her until she went limp, too exhausted to fight against it anymore.

Between her spasms and the poor knots she had tied, the rope eased her down until her butt rested somewhat against the stool. But it was too late. Her face turned blue from lack of oxygen, and she stared ahead with vacant eyes as the coil maintained its lethal grip around her throat.

Her vision darkened as another orgasm ravaged her. But she was barely aware of it. Her torso jerked around from the pleasure assaulting her nether region. But other than that, her body barely acknowledged the climax she experienced.

She blinked and shivered as a death rattle emanated from somewhere deep inside her. She let out a faint gasp as though sighing heavily. Then she quietly expired, her head rolling to one side as droll spilled out of her parted lips. The two former friends sat asphyxiated next to each other, having shared in their last breaths of air together… their last orgasms…

(written Dec 21; ed. Mar 21 by riwa)

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

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