An eager slut dances for them 4.5 (11)

Posted on January 23, 2015 by riwa

Note: This is one of those picture stories I was going to repost in its original form until I was hit by inspiration. The result keeps the theme of her eagerness intact, but adds a lethal element to the tale.

Good afternoon, folks. You must be the Johnsons. My name is Simone. Welcome to the company home. This is where our encounter will be taking place.

I know you paid good money for me. I certainly want it to be worth your while. I just turned 21 last week, and I’m told I’m just the sort of person you’re looking for.

Do you like my appearance? Do you like my breasts? I certainly hope you do. I hope I’m everything the two of you envisioned.

No – no; I insist. I want you both to get comfortable. So get naked if that’s what appeals to you. It appeals to me because that way I’ll be able to notice if I’m getting you both excited or not. After all, that’s my role here, right?

1We all know why you’re here, so I won’t beat around the bush, ok? You’re here to use me for your sexual pleasures, right? You’re here to enjoy my body, right? But that’s not the main reason you’re here, is it?

Take a look over in that corner over there. That’s right; that’s the noose you’ll be using to hang me with. I know full well how this is going to end for me. Why do you think I picked you out of all the applications that were sent in?

You see, I’ve been fantasizing about hanging ever since I saw the video from my friend Sheila’s encounter with the Borensterns. They fucked her good and then enjoyed noosing her up and watching her hang. She really kicked and suffered; I could tell from the video. The company has video cameras hidden everywhere in this room, so don’t worry. You’ll get a great video sent to you of the time we spend together today.

Do you know what? Looking at that video over and over again of Sheila hanging simply took my breath away. So I’ve done some experimenting with a noose of my own. Oh, I really didn’t hang myself or anything… just put a little weight on the rope around my neck. I’m sure it wasn’t the same, but it felt amazing. That’s why I’m here… to grant you both your deepest fantasy, because now it’s also become a fantasy of my own.

2Do you know how many times I’ve masturbated to Sheila’s video? Do you know how many times I was tempted to put in a call to the Borensterns and ask them to come hang me? It’s a hell of a thing to have the urge to be strangled to death in the noose, folks. But that’s my desire.

Do you want to know another reason why? It’s because of the way the Borensterns enjoyed my friend Sheila’s hanging. You should have seen how hard Mr. Borenstern’s cock was when she was kicking her life away! And Mrs. Borenstern? She was really rubbing herself like crazy. Her nipples were really hard; I could tell!

…yes, Mrs. Johnson, just like yours are getting hard right now. I can tell you’re already excited about watching me hang to death. And your pussy is really wet too. Why do you think I’m showing you mine? It’s because mine is going to be so wet for you folks when I hang to death!

Go right ahead and stroke that cock, Mr. Johnson. I love seeing how hard you are while I’m talking about hanging for you. It means I’ve chosen the right couple to watch me strangle to death in the noose. You don’t know how much it means to me to have such an appreciative audience watching my sexy death of death.

3So let me tell you how it’s going to happen, although you two can change the schedule to suit your own sexual desires if you wish. I fully expect to service you both, especially you Mr. Johnson. I fully expect to suck that gorgeous cock and then take it hard inside my pussy here. And I expect to eat your pussy too, Mrs. Johnson.

And when you’re done with me? I expect you to take me over to that chair over there and loop that noose around my neck. I expect you to cinch it up tight and take all the slack out of it. I expect you to admire me for a little bit as I stand on my toes gasping for breath. And then I expect to step off the chair into eternity.

…oh, I’m really excited about it, Mr. Johnson. My pussy is getting wetter just thinking about it… wet for your cock and wet for the noose. It hurts when you can’t breathe and your body is fighting for air; I know a little bit about that. But I saw in that video how Sheila had a couple of massive orgasms in the noose. I’m looking forward to cumming while I’m strangling to death. I’m looking forward to it very much.

Your cock is really dripping, Mr. Johnson. …no, I don’t mind if you keep stroking it. It’s a hell of a turn-on knowing how excited you both are. I really want you both to enjoy my hanging today.

4I’m going to be hanging like this when you’re done with me, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. My body’s going to hang limp in the noose from that beam in the corner. I’m going to twist and sway and drip piss out of my slit. It’s going to be a hell of a sight, don’t you think?

I can’t wait to get noosed for you both, arms tied behind my back… noose snug around my neck… standing on that chair waiting to step off into the void. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for a long time now. I can’t help wondering if Sheila was every bit as excited as I am right now.

I’m going to be dead soon, my naked body dangling for your pleasure. While I’m dangling lifeless I hope you’ll come up to me and feel me up and shove me around and suck my nipples and feel my cunt and everything! After all, you paid for the whole package! I want you to enjoy me after I’m gone!

Fuck; I’m so excited right now! Soon I’m going to be hanging in that noose for the both of you to enjoy! It’s an incredible rush knowing I’m going to strangle to death while I’m dancing on air!

5Oh, I know it’s going to hurt, Mrs. Johnson; I have no illusions about that. I could tell how much it hurt by the look on my friend Sheila’s face. But the orgasms she must have experienced? Gawd; I’m so wet just thinking about it! Take a look at my pussy and see how wet I am and how aroused I am.

Take a good look, Mr. Johnson. Your cock’s going to go right in here. Then I’m going to hang for your personal enjoyment… and this cunt is really going to get wet then! I’m already so fucking wet just thinking about it!

I hope you don’t mind my profanity, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It’s just that I’m so excited right now. I’m also just a little bit scared if you want to know the truth. But I think that’s part of what’s making it so exciting.

These legs? These legs are really going to kick for you, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson… at least I hope they do. I’ve never taken ballet classes or any kind of dancing lessons. But I saw in the video the way the noose make Sheila’s legs kick every which way. I’m sure my dance of death is going to be the highlight of your visit today.

6I’m so ready for your cock, Mr. Johnson. And I hope you don’t mind if he fucks me, Mrs. Johnson. It’s not like I’m going to live to tell anyone about it. This is going to be one case where you get to enjoy hanging the other women for fucking your man. And I’m really looking forward to it.

Yes, you caught me looking at that noose again, Mrs. Johnson. I know it’s there; it’s a constant reminder. It’s both scary and sexy, all rolled into one massive ball of erotic excitement. I’m going to be dangling from there shortly… and I’m so fucking turned on that I can hardly think straight!

You can treat me anyway that you want, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. After all, I’m here for your fantasy as much as I am mine. You can call me names and get rough with me; anything you want. I just want you to hang me at the end of the day because I so fucking deserve it.

Can I do something about that cock, Mr. Johnson? I think I really need to do something about that cock. And I’ll bet you want to watch me suck it, Mrs. Johnson, don’t you! You want to watch a slut like me suck your husband’s cock and then hang for it; am I right?

7Oh yes, Mr. Johnson. Make me suck your cock. Make me take it deep. Tell me what a slut I am and that I’m going to hang for being such a whore!

Call me a dirty whore, Mrs. Johnson. Tell me I’m going to hang for sucking your husband’s cock. I know that’s the fate that awaits me… and it’s such a fucking rush… GLUUUNGNGNHHNG…

He’s making me do it! He’s ramming his cock hard down my throat! And he’s telling me how excited he is, knowing that I’m going to hang soon! Fuck; what a rush!

He’s hitting the back of my throat, making me gag on it! And Mrs. Johnson is egging him on! She’s so turned on that I can’t believe it! I really hit the jackpot with this couple! They are going to be so excited watching me hang to death!

Fuck; you have a nice cock, Mr. Johnson! …what’s that, Mrs. Johnson? ‘Yes, I’m such a fucking whore for sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock! You’re going to what? …hang me for it??!! Gawd; don’t hang me, Mrs. Johnson! I couldn’t help myself… GLUNNNGNGNGGG!

Now he’s ramming it hard down my throat again! I am so fucking turned on that I can’t believe it! This couple is really going to enjoy hanging me to death! Mrs. Johnson’s nipples are so fucking hard… and she’s rubbing herself watching me gag on her husband’s cock while telling me how much I’m going to suffer hanging to death! Fuck; she’s saying all the right things to get me nice and wet!!

8Yes, Mrs. Johnson; I’m a dirty whore! I’m a dirty whore and I deserve to hang. You want me to act a little scared?

Please, Mrs. Johnson! Please don’t hang me?! He seduced me; I couldn’t help myself and… GUUNGNGNNG!!

Fuck; he’s ramming it all the way down my throat again! It’s hitting the back of my throat, and it feels so fucking good! I just love the way he’s using me for his pleasure!

Mrs. Johnson keeps calling me a dirty whore, telling me I’m going to hang and how much it’s going to hurt! She says she’s going to get off as I hang to death! She says it’s going to give her great pleasure watching me strangle to death at the end of a noose! Fuck; I think I’m going to cum!

What’s that, Mrs. Johnson? Yes, if it will keep you from putting my neck in the noose, I’ll gladly lick your pussy! Yes, ma’am; I’m a slutty whore and I deserve it! Please don’t hang me?! …SLURP-LICK-SLURP

Oh fuck; she’s really wet and dripping! She is so turned on right now! I think she really wants to watch me hang to death! But she tastes pretty good…SLURP-SLURP-LICK

Now I’m starting to get a little scared! These people really want to watch me hang! It’s going to hurt strangling in the noose! But I’m so turned on right now that I’m committed to fulfilling both their fantasies and mine!

SLURP-LICK-LICK …yes, Mrs. Johnson, I know I deserve to hang! But can’t you give me another chance? I’ll really lick your pussy and let you humiliate me if only you won’t hang me, ok? …no? You’re going to hang me anyway?? FUCK; WHAT A RUSH!! LICK-SLURP-SLURP

9Now Mrs. Johnson is telling her husband to fuck my slutty cunt hard! It’s about time! I’m so fucking horny that I need something in me right now!

She’s watching him fuck me while rubbing herself, telling him how much she’s going to enjoy my hanging! She’s really looking forward to my death! Sometimes I wonder if she wants it more than he does! Something about that is a major turn-on having a woman want to watch me hang to death in the noose!

FUCK – FUCK – FUCK! YES; I’M SUCH A FUCKING WHORE! I DESERVE TO HANG IN THE NOOSE! FUCK ME HARD AND THEN HANG ME!!

10His cock really feels good in my cunt! Fuck; I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum any moment now! Oh fuck; Mrs. Johnson just said how much it’s going to hurt while I’m strangling in the noose!

I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING! FUCK; I’M GOING TO HANG WITH CUM DRIPPING OUT OF MY CUNT… AAAUUUUIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Now I’m on the couch and she’s making me eat her out while her husband fucks the shit out of me! Her pussy is so fucking wet, and it tastes so fucking good! She’s calling me all sorts of names, telling me she’s going to enjoy hanging my sorry ass…

Yes, Mrs. Johnson; I’m SUCH a fucking whore! I’m a slut for sucking and fucking and licking pussy. I deserve to hang; I really do! Fuck; what a rush… sucking, fucking, licking, and then hanging! SLURP-SLURP-LICK

11She’s telling me I’m so fucking dead! She’s telling me I’m going to hang to death! She’s telling me I’m such a slut and how sluts like me deserve to dance their lives away in the noose! I’m so fucking turned on when she talks to me like that. I’m starting to get a little more scared now… and yet I’m so fucking excited!!

Fuck, you both wore me out! That was fucking FANTASTIC! I deserved a good fuck like that, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

I’m tingling like crazy, and my cunt’s full of spunk. I’m doing my best to hold it in right now. But what I’m looking at is that noose in the corner. Are you both ready for me?

I’m ready to hang for you two like the whore that I am. A slut like me deserves to dance in the noose! I know you’re both looking forward to it, Mrs. Johnson. And I want you to enjoy every moment of my dance. So if you’re both ready, I’ll get my excited butt over to the corner now.

12Here’s the noose, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Do I look ready to hang? I certainly FEEL ready to hang! I am so looking FORWARD to this!

Scared? You’re damn right I’m scared right now! But that’s what makes it so exciting, don’t you think? Fear is a powerful emotion, and it can make one really horny, don’t you agree?

I noticed how much you liked it when I acted scared, Mrs. Johnson. So I’ll do my best to slip that into my performance every now and then. I’m so turned on right now that it isn’t even funny. But you’re right; I’m just scared enough that it should really add to my performance.

What do you say, Mr. Johnson? Want to get that length of rope and tie my arms behind my back after I stick my head in this noose? Afterwards it’ll be up to you how snug you make my noose and how tight it is. I just want you both to enjoy my hanging! I’m scared, but I’m also really looking forward to it!

13Ok, now I’m slipping the noose around my neck, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. I’m setting the knot right here. It should make my dance last longer so I don’t fade away too fast, ok? We wouldn’t want that now, would we? After all, a slut like me deserves a nice, long agonizing hanging, right?

Don’t be afraid to tie my wrists tightly behind my back, Mr. Johnson. After all, I don’t have any say in the matter, do I? My comfort should be the least of your worries. And to be honest, the more it hurts back there, the more serious this will become, don’t you think? I think a tight, painful bondage of my wrists should add greatly to my performance!

Oh fuck; that’s nice and tight back there Mr. Johnson. Are you sure you haven’t done this before? I’ll bet you and Mrs. Johnson have played a lot of bondage games in the past; am I right? It really hurts back there!

Now it’s getting serious, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. I want you to know I’m really starting to feel some fear here! But you want me to be afraid, right Mrs. Johnson? You want me to suffer and you want it to hurt because that’s going to turn you on the most, right? Well, Mrs. Johnson; I’m going to do my very best for you!

Ok, Mr. Johnson; you can take the free end and tie it off over there. … yes, right there; that’s why they installed that cleat right there. I’m told it should hold my weight just fine.

Uh, Mr. Johnson? Are you sure you want it that loose? You don’t want me to break my neck now, do you? That would spoil the show. And you want me to put on a good show for you, right? So make it tighter; take more slack out of the rope. Bring me up onto my toes and… GACK!

Oh fuck… right like that… now it’s hard to breathe, Mr. Johnson. Now I’m really getting scared… and my nipples are so fucking hard! Is THIS what you wanted to see, Mrs. Johnson… a whore noosed and struggling for air? I’ll bet you… LOVE seeing me this way! And it’s kinda hard… to catch my breath right now!

Do I look… sexy to you both? Is this the way… you envisioned seeing a young girl like me… naked and frightened in the noose? I’m really getting scared now, Mrs. Johnson… and the fear is doing amazing things… to my nipples… and my tummy! I’m really feeling… the butterflies right now! I bet I’m going to… hang like a frightened whore for you both!

14Don’t you want to come up and… molest me one last time, Mrs. Johnson? Fuck; it’s getting… hard to breathe! You’ve really got me struggling… to stay on my toes, Mr. Johnson! It’s just about right!

Fuck; it hurts! And now Mrs. Johnson is fingering my cunt! She’s telling me how wet I am and that I must really like it! I don’t know how Sheila stood being on her toes like this! It’s making me horny but… I’m so scared right now!

Mr. Johnson is over there… pulling on the rope a little… while Mrs. Johnson molests me! My nipples are really hard and I… feel so wet down below! She says Mr. Johnson’s cum is… leaking out of my cunt and I’m… such a whore for fucking and hanging for them!

Hard to breathe, and they… want me to hang now! Mrs. Johnson says she… “wants to watch that whore dance now!”Fuck; I’m scared… horny and scared! But I can’t back out now!

15Oh fuck!! Now she’s making him… pull the rope… even tighter! It’s so hard to breathe… she wants me to show fear… how’s this for you, bitch? Do I look afraid enough?

I’m gonna hang! Fuck; I’m really gonna hang!! Was THIS the fantasy I’ve had for so long? Now I’m not so sure! But Mrs. Johnson’s nipples… are so fucking hard… and Mr. Johnson’s cock… is really hard again… they love seeing me like this!

She’s fingering my snatch again… says I’m clenching… I can’t help it… I think it’s the noose… fuck, I’m really scared here! But I feel like I’m going to cum… any second now!

OUCH! UUNNNNHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!

She bit my nipples!! The bitch bit my nipples!! They’re so hard now… and now it’s time… she’s trying to… pull me off the chair… with her finger in my cunt! Oh fuck; they want me to hang now!

16Ok; this is it! She wants me to step off the chair like a fucking whore now! I can feel cum trickling down my legs! Fuck; I’m so scared… and I’m trembling like a leaf!

Ok, I’ve got to step off now! But I can’t… make myself do it! I’ve got to do it! You want this, Simone; remember? Remember how you watched Sheila and how you told yourself you wanted to hang just like her? So step off the chair, damn you!

He’s pulling tighter on the rope over there… lifting me up even more… it really hurts now… got to… step off… oh fuck… my cunt is so hot… it is boiling… I’m scared but I want to cum so bad!!

Just move your foot, Simone! Slide it right off the chair… that’s a good girl… just a little more… Mrs. Johnson is fingering her cunt like crazy… she wants to watch me hang… and Mr. Johnson’s cock is so hard… I’ve got to do this for them… I WANT to do this for them… so I’m stepping off now and… OHMYGAWD; I’M HANGING!!!

17I’M REALLY HANGING NOW! I’M REALLY HANGING NOW! OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING… I’M CUMMING SO HARD… OH FUCK; IT’S SO INTENSE… MY KNEES JERKING UP… MY BODY TWISTING… MRS. JOHNSON CALLING ME SUCH A FUCKING WHORE… MR. JOHNSON STROKING LIKE CRAZY!

I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD… BE LIKE THIS… OH THE PAIN… OH THE AGONY… IT HURTS SO MUCH… BUT MY PUSSY… I CAN’T STOP CUMMING… CUM LEAKING OUT OF MY CUNT… I THINK I JUST WET MYSELF… STEPPING OFF THE CHAIR… OH FUCK; I’M REALLY HANGING!!

MRS. JOHNSON IS GOING NUTS… I THINK SHE’S HAVING AN ORGASM… WATCHING ME HANG TO DEATH… AND MR. JOHNSON IS… REALLY STROKING HIS COCK… THEY’RE WATCHING MY EVERY MOVE… AND LOVING IT SO MUCH…

TWISTING… TURNING… CAN’T STOP CUMMING… CAN’T HARDLY BREATHE… IT HURTS SO MUCH… GAWD; IT HURTS SO MUCH… I’M HANGING TO DEATH AND THEY BOTH LOVE IT… THAT BITCH THINKS I’M SUCH A FUCKING WHORE…

18GOT TO BREATHE… MAYBE IF I… KICK A LITTLE HARDER… OH FUCK… THAT JUST MADE IT WORSE… NO AIR AT ALL… NO AIR AT ALL… OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING AGAIN… I CAN’T STOP CUMMING… I’M HANGING TO DEATH AND I CAN’T STOP CUMMING… AND MR. AND MRS. JOHNSON ARE GOING NUTS…

MY HEAD FEELS SWOLLEN… CAN’T HARDLY BREATHE… NEED AIR… BUT KICKING MAKES IT WORSE… WHERE’S THE FLOOR? WHERE’S THE FUCKING FLOOR?? OH FUCK; I CAN’T REACH IT… OH GAWD; I’M REALLY HANGING TO DEATH HERE!!!

REALLY HURTS INSIDE… HURTS ALL OVER… MY HEART HURTS; MY STOMACH HURTS; MY LUNGS HURT… AND MRS. JOHNSON KEEPS… SCREAMING FOR ME TO… DIE LIKE A FUCKING WHORE…

NECK HURTS… HEAD FEELS LIKE IT… WANTS TO EXPLODE… CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING… BELOW MY WAIST ANYMORE… HERE COMES MRS. JOHNSON… SHE’S FEELING ME ALL OVER… SAYS SHE’S FINGERING MY CUNT BUT I CAN’T FEEL IT… SAYS I’M STILL CLENCHING… BUT I CAN’T FEEL IT…

SHE’S CARESSING ME ALL OVER… CAN’T HARDLY FEEL IT THOUGH… SHE’S ADMIRING ME… MR. JOHNSON’S COCK LOOKING… SO HARD… AM I DEAD YET?

19Too tired to fight… hanging limp now… Mrs. Johnson telling me… how happy I made her… can’t feel the floor… can’t feel my legs… can’t feel anything below my boobs… is this what it’s like… do hang to death?

My bladder… piss running down my legs… I couldn’t stop it… how embarrassing… but Mrs. Johnson… seems to like it… she’s laughing at me… and fingering… my pussy again… tasting it for herself…

Now she’s pushing me… setting me to swaying… back and forth… legs’ dangling… she’s checking for a pulse… says it’s very faint… so why can’t I feel my heart beating?

20She’s calling her husband over… he’s stepping up to me… wait; what is he doing? He’s grabbing my legs and… fucking his cock… with my feet! He’s using my feet to get himself off! Yes; that’s what I want! If I’m going to die anyway, then I want them to enjoy my death!

Yes, Mr. Johnson! Use my feet to fuck your cock! Let me give you a footjob as my parting gift to you! Use me for your pleasure!

21I can’t feel his cock… but he’s using my feet… Mrs. Johnson is watching… rubbing herself… touching herself… telling him the whore better get him off one last time… He’s pulling down on my ankles… stretching my neck even more… making me give him a footjob…

Oh fuck! Now he’s cumming on my feet! He’s spunking all over my feet! I’ve got cum and piss leaking out of my cunt down my legs and now cum all over my feet! They are really enjoying my dying body!

22Here comes Mrs. Johnson again… pushing my body… making me swing back and forth… telling me the fucking whore is dead… making me swing and twist in place… her husband watching… telling her what a good show I put on for them.

She’s fingering my cunt again… no response… this time there’s no response… she’s telling her husband the cunt is truly dead… she’s checking for a pulse… there is none… I’m truly dead… I really hung to death!!

She rubbing my body all over… molesting me again… pinching and biting my nipples… fingering my cunt… now she’s going down… spreading my legs… licking my dripping pussy… telling her husband what a dead whore tastes like!

She just gave me another push… I’m swinging and twisting in place… they’re getting dressed now… they’re just going to leave me like this for the cleanup crew… and those bastards love to fuck dead bodies… and they love fucking us while we’re still hanging like this in the noose… I heard that once… and I believe it!

There they go… the Johnsons are leaving… but I think they got their money’s worth… I heard Mrs. Johnson tell Mr. Johnson they might have to place an order to fuck another 21 year old… I guess I made them happy… and I got to engage in my fantasy… so I guess that’s all that’s important, right?

Wait! Is that Sheila standing there waiting for me in the doorway? She looks kinda wispy… like a ghost or something! She’s got her arm out toward me, reaching for me. She’s taking my hand now. I wonder where we’re going. Maybe she’ll tell me what it was like to hang. And then I’ll tell her my story…

© 2015

(written Jan 22 by riwa)

(Pictures and posers found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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Janet’s bathtub fun 3.2 (5)

Posted on January 20, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

It had been a long day on what had been a whirlwind trip through the Far East. Janet had been observing how the women enjoyed their underwater activities. She’d actually run into more aquaphiles than she’d expected.

She’d been to a couple of pools and a hotel suite with a glass tub enclosure for more than a little simple bathing. She’d watched them swim and breath-hold and frolic and she’d even been invited to join in. Overall it had been an enjoyable day… with one small problem. She’d wanted to cum and hadn’t been able to.

The problem was that she wasn’t the least bit attracted to girls, even though a few of them had come on to her. Seeing them enjoy themselves had gotten her all worked up, especially since some of them had swam stark naked around her. Janet desperately needed some cock but there was none to be had that she trusted! Skip hadn’t been able to join her, forcing her to make the trip solo.

It was late when she got back to her room. It served her well, considering the budget she was on, but the bathroom left much to be desired. The tub was small and ringed with wood paneling on the outside but at least she could get wet.

She looked at it in dismay; it wasn’t very big. But then she looked at it again more closely. Maybe it was big enough! Janet turned the water on and began to fill it up.

She slowly disrobed, becoming more excited as the water rose in the tub. There was just enough room to sit down in it, but that wasn’t what she was thinking about. She needed the room for something else.

She ran a hand through the rising water as she stood there naked. There was a bit of a chill to it, but she’d done that deliberately. She wanted it just a little bit cool. Janet felt a shiver of arousal as she filled the tub as full as she dared.

She carefully stepped one foot in over the side, inhaling sharply. The cool water gave her goose bumps as she stepped all the way in. Then she slowly settled down into the tub, stretching her legs out.

She shivered in the chilled tub, gently touching herself between her legs. She found her swollen nub and swirled a finger over it. It made her shiver again, and she found herself longing for that wonderful member between Skip’s legs. She would have enjoyed the trip so much more had he been able to get away and come with her.

She cupped some water in her hands and spilled it onto her breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened and she gasped deliciously. She rubbed her large mounds, massaging pleasure into them from the cool water as she tweaked her nipples.

A hand slid down between her legs as she rubbed her crotch. She moaned and shivered, the heat of her loins a wonderful contrast to the chill of the water she was sitting in. Then she worked a finger inside her slit, wriggling it around a little.

She stiffened, inhaling sharply as her body responded, and she continued massaging her tits. In no time at all she started squirming, writhing under the sensual assault of her probing finger. She wriggled it up against her g-spot, causing her to moan softly.

Her knees bent, allowing her to slip down into the water. There wasn’t much room so she stuck her legs out of the end of the tub, allowing her to slide even lower into the water. She submerged her breasts, leaving her head just above the water’s surface as she worked a second finger into her throbbing pussy.

She thrust in and out, imagining it was Skip who was sliding in and out of her. She didn’t realize how much she would miss him on this trip until now. Unfortunately the tub would have been much too small for the two of them. But for the time being it would serve her needs just fine.

Janet filled her lungs and then slipped under the surface, spreading her legs as she fingered herself. She felt the sting of water up her sinuses, but as far as she was concerned that just added to the effect. It felt wonderful, the first time she’d played with herself underwater in days. She bubbled pleasurably in the cool water, thoroughly enjoying herself.

She brought her legs together, squeezing her hand in place as she worked her slit. She thumbed her nub as she burbled, pushing her breath-holding limits. Janet knew that the best way for her to climax was when she was holding her breath.

Janet's bathtub funShe groped her breasts, moaning softly as she bubbled. Her body writhed under her gentle ministrations, and she worked her pussy a little more aggressively. There, that was the spot!

She floated up until her face cleared the surface of the water and she gasped for breath, refilling her lungs and moaning softly. Right there – right there! …and she slipped back under the surface with a burble. She fingered herself harder, her body starting to writhe with pleasure.

She thought about going nice and slow, giving herself a relaxing masturbatory experience. But she was too worked up. The image of swimming around with those naked Asian girls with no cocks to sustain her had left her with a dull ache in her loins.

She began humping against her hand, her fingers working all the right spots inside her. She deliberately kept herself submerged, allowing her breathlessness to enhance the feelings. Her lungs were burning, but that just added to her excitement.

She pushed herself, knowing she could hold her breath for as long as it took. She released the air in her lungs in sexy bursts, enjoying the sound of it as it blurped loudly to the surface. She loved the sound of it as it reminded her of those wonderful times Skip had pushed her down in the water in her tub back home, deliciously forcing her to the very limits of her endurance as she masturbated for him.

She suddenly backed off and floated up to the surface, her face coming up out of the water. She took one long, deep breath and then submerged, furiously fingering herself. She grunted as she humped against her thrusting digits, bubbles leaving her lungs to burst erotically at the surface.

She pushed it again; she was almost there! But even then she held back just a little bit. She wanted to be breathless, her lungs aching when it hit.

She floated up again and took another quick breath before submerging rapidly. Two quick breaths weren’t nearly enough to refill her aching lungs. But they were more than sufficient to meet her aching need.

She added a third finger to her throbbing pussy, thrusting with a greater urgency. It started to swell within her but she eased back a bit, teasing herself until her lungs were near to bursting. When her body started to scream for air, she furiously finger-fucked her throbbing cunt.

Air burst to the surface of the tub in loud explosions as she grunted from her task. She furiously groped her breasts until she found an erect nipple and pinched it hard. A moment later she thrust up hard with her torso as it exploded inside her.

Janet felt a tidal wave of hot pleasure slam into her as she bucked and shuddered. The water sloshed over the side of the tub as she thrashed about. She’d filled it a bit too high; she’d have to clean up the spilled water later.

Her climax plateaued and she relaxed as her body sang with the thrill of release. She floated up to the surface, gasping madly for breath. Then she inhaled sharply, deliberately submerging herself as she began thrusting once more.

It felt like she was sitting in a car that had been going in reverse but had suddenly changed directions, lurching forward and accelerating quickly. She furiously finger-fucked her hungry pussy, and as she did so she pictured herself in her big bathtub back home… pictured Skip hammering her underwater. Her lungs ached, protesting her sudden decision to go back under.

She spread her legs wide as the air from her lungs burst up to the surface. Her eyes opened wide and then she winced, bring her legs together to squeeze hard as a second climax slammed into her. Janet jammed her fingers into her cunt, bucking and shuddering as she rode it out under the surface of the water, air blurping out of her mouth like crazy.

It took longer to come down off the plateau of the second one. She floated up to the surface until her face was exposed, and she panted madly for breath, her chest rising and falling. She whimpered as a delicious aftershock rippled through her body.

She suddenly got a mental image of Skip leaning over her head, smiling knowingly at her. “Cum for me, Janet!” his voice echoed in the bathroom and she suddenly found herself back under the surface, almost as though he’d pushed her back under.

Her hand began thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy – faster and faster until it was almost a blur. Her lungs heaved in her chest; gawd, how she needed a refill! Air blurped out of her mouth, bursting noisily to the surface.

Her body stiffened as the third one approached, feeling more intense than the previous two. She wanted up but now it felt like Skip was keeping her down, deliberately trying to drown her! A moment later it was upon her!

Janet screamed a froth of bubbles as her body bucked and shuddered and squirted, a wave of white-hot pleasure surging through her. It rolled over her like rolling thunder until it began to ebb away like a slowly receding tide. She suddenly felt limp, weak all over.

Instantly she became aware of how dreamy she felt. Then her lungs heaved in her chest and she thrashed about, coughing up bubbles. The next thing she knew she was sitting upright in the tub, coughing and sputtering as she panted heavily for breath, water dripping down her face and into her eyes.

She was alone in the bathroom, the mental image of Skip gleefully pushing her down slowly fading away. The water had lost its chill and she could tell where it had sloshed out of the tub. Then a delicious aftershock rippled through her body. Janet sighed as she relaxed in the tub.

She thought of Skip and she smiled dreamily. Maybe he hadn’t been there in person. But she felt like somehow he’d helped her with her release. Maybe his thoughts were reaching out to her from the other side of the globe.

“I owe you one, Skip,” she murmured, a wicked smile crossing her face. “Just wait until I get back, baby! I owe you one and Janet ALWAYS pays up…!”

© 2011, 2015

(written for Skip Jan 11 by riwa)

(Picture donated by Skip and added for illustration purposes only.)

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Susan’s Hanging Pool Party 4.5 (83)

Posted on January 16, 2015 by riwa

Note: I checked with Susan first to make sure I had her permission to repost her great poser renders.

It’s a warm day here in the southwest. I’ve finally opened my pool and have scheduled a pool party for the Memorial Day weekend. All my friends I invited are here and I’m not surprised. Not a one was willing to miss it, not after I told them that three lovely suicides would be hanging for our entertainment.

These days public suicides and voluntary executions are legal and have become a popular form of entertainment. I have even witnessed several first hand. They are usually quite erotic, a sight to behold. So I wanted to host a trio of suicides for my friends at my pool party to start the summer off right.

Rick’s the one who constructed the gallows, and I’m mighty proud of it. It’s a solid wooden structure that stands right next to the edge of my pool. He has constructed it quite well; three bladders are going to empty conveniently into the pool when the time comes.

The great day arrives and I sit in my specially built chair at the end of the pool, overseeing the festivities. As I look around, I see my guests standing in groups of two or three, buzzing excitedly about what is to come. Three of them are over by the nooses talking amongst themselves. I wonder if they’re having delicious ideas while looking at those three tantalizing coils of rope. Maybe one of them will volunteer herself for later in the day!

Fiery Margo in her red dress and auburn locks stands next to me, telling me how excited she is that her sister Julia will be hanging for us today. Julia is one of the three who volunteered to hang for my pool party. I’m terribly excited myself, and I can’t wait for the hangings to commence.

Pool party 1Our three suicides suddenly make their appearance by filing out of one of the side rooms. The buzzing of conversation quickly dies off as everyone turns to look at our special guests. They look absolutely stunning in their nudity! Immediately everyone begins to murmur admiringly, pointing and gesturing and talking about the hanging to come.

I see three sets of pert breasts… three sets of erect nipples. I’m quite pleased to see how aroused they all seem to be. They must be terribly excited about the prospects of hanging today for my intimate little group.

Since Rick built my gallows, I decided to give him a special place in the proceedings today. I nod and watch as he retrieves a wooden set of steps. He places them right in front of noose number 1.

“Go first, sis!” Margo calls out enthusiastically. There are good-natured chuckles among my friends as Julia blushes. But from where she’s standing it looks like she will indeed go first. What a thrill to see that sexy redhead be the first one to hang!!

“Let’s have a hand for our three volunteer suicides!” Rick proclaims as he motions at them, always the showman. Everyone looks and points and then applauds politely. The moment is almost at hand!

“Isn’t Julia sexy?” Margo tells me quietly, hands on her hips. “I can’t wait to watch her kick! In fact I almost volunteered to join her today!”

“There’s always the fourth of July, hun,” I chuckle. She giggles in response.

Pool party 2Rick retrieves three sets of handcuffs and then attaches them to the right wrist of each girl. For the process to be truly voluntary, each suicide must complete the work of binding herself. Her hands must not be free when she hangs, and it must be her own doing.

You see, this is not about them masturbating in the noose. It’s about them in bondage hanging to death, voluntarily giving away the pleasures of this world for the entertainment of my guests. But it will be an added thrill to watch those nooses strangle their delicious bodies! I won’t be the least bit surprised if any of them have an orgasm or two while they’re kicking their lives away.

Julia slowly climbs the steps and takes her place on the first stool. I can tell she’s a little hesitant as she reaches out and grasps the noose dangling right in front of her. I would probably be nervous too. But she loops it around her neck without the least hesitation, making sure the knot is situated near her right ear.

As she is getting herself ready, Rick moves the steps over for Frieda’s turn. I can’t help wondering if Frieda lives in a tanning booth; her luscious body certainly shows it. I think her bronzed form will hang nicely in contrast to Julia’s paler complexion.

Julia brings her hands behind her back as though fumbling for the cuffs. Somehow she manages to attach the free one to her other wrist. Now she’s ready and she watches Frieda right next to her work at looping the noose around her neck.

On the far end Jocelyn climbs the steps Rick has thoughtfully moved in front of her stool. She looks at the noose that awaits her and I see a flash of hesitation in her eyes. But that’s ok by me. I don’t mind if any of these girls show a little nervousness. After all, the trepidation of knowing one is about to hang to death is an integral part of the erotic thrill of the whole experience.

Pool party 3On the middle stool Frieda reaches behind her back and cuffs her arms together. She has less of a struggle with this than Julia did. It makes me wonder if she’s cuffed herself before, perhaps as practice for this very special moment? I smile with amusement at the thought.

At the end I see Jocelyn hesitantly loop the noose around her own neck. Of the three she seems the most reluctant. It makes me wonder if she was talked into doing something she really didn’t want to do.

She’s had ample time to back out. But the fact that she’s here and has voluntarily climbed onto the stool indicates she is willing to hang of her own free will. I’m particularly excited to see what kind of dance she gives us.

I watch closely as she reaches behind her back and nervously clatches the free cuff around her remaining wrist. There she’s done it; all three have done it. They’re fully committed now; each one is ready to hang for us. I can’t believe how excited I’ve become! And my guests have now eagerly lined up around the pool to watch!

Rick removes the steps from the three stools, pulling it well back out of the way. Then he slowly walks over to stand next to me. “You’re hanging pool party is all set to commence, hun,” he tells me quietly. I can detect the eagerness in his voice, an eagerness for these naked beauties to start swinging.

All three girls stand looking over at me expectantly, their toes hanging off the front of their stools. The pool area has gotten deathly quiet. And is that Jocelyn I hear whimpering a little upon her stool? Her nervousness is simply intoxicating!

“You may announce them, Rick,” I tell him formally. “After all, you did such a fine job on the gallows. It’s perfect!”

“Thank you, hun,” he tells me. Then he clears his voice before gesturing grandly…

“Ladies? You may proceed with your hanging! One at a time please; we wish to enjoy each one of you dancing for us! And it will allow your companions to take mental notes for the moment it becomes her time to swing.”

Pool party 4For a moment nobody moves. Then Margo calls out, “Step off, Julia! Show everybody how my hot, sexy sister puts on a good hanging show!” A moment later Julia does precisely that by stepping forward off her stool, knocking it over backward as Frieda and Jocelyn both gasp at her.

Pool party 5She pitches forward with her legs fluttering until the rope pulls her up short. She lets out a surprised squawk and her eyes fly open. Then she starts to swing back and forth. Frieda and Jocelyn can only stare in awe, knowing they will soon be taking that very same fateful step.

Pool party 6Julia quickly gets a sexy grimace on her face, only now discovering that the truth of hanging is so much more than the fantasy. Her hands and arms jerk wildly behind her back as she gawks and gurgles. But her nipples are hard as little pebbles as her boobs bounce divinely. It’s a delicious display of pain, suffering and eroticism; it leaves me absolutely breathless!

“Look at her go!” my friend Stella gasps. “What a fuckin’ DANCER!!” Finnegan adds with delight. “She dances like she was BORN for the noose!” Rita observes with great admiration. All three are impressed with her sexy twists and gyrations. And so am I, especially since that look of agony on her face is simply priceless!

Pool party 7“Fuck yeah, sis!” Margo suddenly blurts out. “That is so fucking HOT!! Show these bitches how a true gasper hangs in the noose!!”

All the ladies across the pool ooh and ahh as Julia suddenly comes into her own. Has she heard her sister’s comments; does she want her to be proud of her performance? She suddenly starts kicking and swinging like a ballerina, her sexy naked body oh-so-animated as she strangles in the noose.

It’s a sexy dance, one hell of an erotic dance!! Even Frieda and Jocelyn cannot help but watch in awe from their respective stools. Is that fear or admiration I see in their eyes? Surely now they know what delicious suffering they have to look forward to!

Pool party 8Julia’s knees suddenly come together and she does this amazing little bunny hop! Her eyes roll as her tongue tries to poke out of her mouth. I swear it looks like she is having an incredibly hot orgasm right there in the noose, right in front of all of us!

I hear gasps and murmurs from my guests as they watch with great enthusiasm and excitement… “Oh fuck!!” “Would you look at that?!” “Is she cumming??!! I think she’s cumming!!” “Damn; that is SOO fucking sexy!!” Even Margo is enthralled by her sister’s performance, and I hear her blurt out, “Oh fuck; yeah!! Kick it, Julia; kick it, sis!!”

Julia jerks hard in the noose… and then suddenly hangs limp. Her sexy, naked body twists in place as it slowly swings back and forth. Then we all hear a splattering sound in the pool directly below her feet.

“Look at that, everyone!” Rick observes, and I motion with him. “She’s going all right… she’s pissing herself!” Others murmur and point with admiration. Frieda and Jocelyn just look at each other as realization sets in, knowing they are both in for a deliciously painful hanging.

Pool party 9Frieda stares at Julia’s limp, dangling body, no doubt observing the look of pain and agony on her face. She hesitates, appearing as though she is suddenly deep in thought. Has she changed her mind; is she having second thoughts? I cannot blame her if she is, not the way poor Julia suffered so admirably in her noose. But she has volunteered and is all noosed up; it is much too late to back out now!

Pool party 10“Well, Frieda; we’re all waiting!” Rick calls out to her. “Show us what you’ve got, girl!” She swallows hard before starting to step off the stool on her own. It’s as though she’s determined to carry through on her commitment to hang for us today.

Pool party 11Her stool topples behind her and for a split-second she’s in mid-air, gasping in shock at what she’s just done. The look of astonishment in her eyes is absolutely priceless! Then she hits the end of her rope with a little bounce.

Pool party 12Almost immediately her legs start pedaling, frantically kicking for the stool which is no longer beneath her. She gawks and gurgles as her arms jerk hard behind her back. She’s really having second thoughts now, but it’s much too late for that! Now we’re all being treated to the erotic sight of her agonizing dance as she hangs to death! Poor Jocelyn can only gasp at the sight before her, knowing she is next.

Pool party 13Frieda’s motions are frenzied, her dance a mixture of panic and eroticism. She kicks hard, swinging with wild abandon! It’s wonderfully erotic and I have to fight to catch my breath as I watch!

“Damn; she’s good!” Rick says to me, and I have to agree. Even Margo is impressed.

“Fuck; what a fighter!” the fiery redhead blurts out. “She’s sure giving Julia a run for her money!!”

“It’s instinctive,” I murmur appreciatively as Frieda swings back and forth. “She wants to fulfill her commitment to us, but her body wants to live! That’s what makes her dance so divine, so moving!”

Pool party 14Her knees bend as she rasps for breath. She’s really fighting it now, fighting that constricting coil! Her orgasm is literally forced out of her body! I inhale sharply… nearly cumming right along with her. Fuck; what a thrill!

Jocelyn stands on her stool and watches Frieda in awe, her mouth open in amazement knowing she is next. I get the impression she doesn’t know what to think. It makes me wonder if she’ll be the one who tries to back out on her agreement to dance for us in the noose.

Pool party 15Almost always there’s one who is really hesitant in the end, one who ultimately resists. I know because I’ve seen several group hangings before. It’s why I’ve always wanted my very own hanging pool party to start out the summer on a high note.

Frieda’s body slows down, swaying gently as she twists and twitches in the noose. I sense she is still alive, although just barely. I don’t think she’s conscious, but her heart must still be beating in her chest. It won’t be for much longer.

Jocelyn’s foot slips and she looks like she is trembling noticeably. The wild look in her eyes is incredible… so erotic. I think she truly understands how much she is going to suffer as she hangs for us today.

“I’m not sure she wants to go through with it,” Rick murmurs in my direction. “She definitely looks like she’s having second thoughts,” Margo adds quietly.

I see something flicker in her eyes, something that tells me otherwise. I’ve actually seen it before in the expressions of girls who are fearful at first, but then suddenly become resolute in their determination to go forward. “Don’t worry,” I reassure them as I cross my legs. “She’s going to go through with it; I can tell.”

Pool party 16“How?” Margo wants to know. “How can you tell?”

Jocelyn surprises us all as she virtually leaps off her stool, loudly blurting out… “I want to HANG!!” It’s the exact same moment Frieda’s bladder releases… how appropriate! Inwardly, I know this one is going to be the best of all.

Pool party 17There is an audible gasp from everyone in the pool area as she launches herself into the air!! Then she hits the end of her rope and bounces with a loud “AWK!”

Her knees bend as she starts gawking and gurgling. Her breasts are so full, her nipples so severely erect as the noose profoundly strangles her. Then she’s cumming so very, very hard! My gawd; that sexy slut is orgasming up a storm!!

Pool party 18Jocelyn’s naked body writhes and twists and jerks like crazy. But amazingly those knees stay up! She grunts and gurgles as though she can’t stop cumming… WON’T stop cumming!!

There are gasps and murmurs of excitement from among my gathered friends as they watch the erotic spectacle. They are as stunned as I am at Jocelyn’s sexy dance of death! The one I thought would be the most resistant is turning out to be the one who wants it most, even more than Margo’s sister Julia!!

Pool party 19

Jocelyn grunts and gurgles, rasping hard for each little breath while working those knees just as hard as she can. The expression on her face is one of sweet agony, such unbearable suffering so erotic with its intensity. It’s as though she’s fully embracing her hanging, hungrily welcoming those sweet, painful orgasms as she strangles to death!

The pain she’s enduring; such sweet agony! And the way her knees keep jerking upward makes me wonder if she’s trying to orgasm herself to death! I can’t even begin to imagine what that sexy slut is experiencing right now! But it takes my breath away, giving me my own dangerous stirrings and fantasies!

Pool party 20It’s the longest dance of the three and it’s erotic as hell! I’m on the verge of cumming myself; I swear I’m right at the precipice! Then Jocelyn spasms a couple of times before going limp, her sexy body twisting and turning as she gently sways back and forth.

The pool area goes deathly silent, everyone staring in awe at the spectacle we’ve just witnessed. Then Jocelyn’s body rotates until I can see her expression. There’s a look of bliss in those glazed, suffering eyes.

A moment later her bladder releases; we all hear it splatter into the pool below. It’s as if she is personally telling me, “Ok, Susan; I’m finished! You can cum now to the sight of my sexy, strangled body dangling for your pleasure!” And at that moment I most certainly do cum up a storm as she slowly twists in place.

I wince and shudder, trying not to scream out my ecstasy from such an erotic moment. Her bladder continues to empty, continues to dribble into the water below. It’s a hell of a climax to an incredible display! Even Margo is in awe, gasping and muttering to herself how sexy it was!

Pool party 21Rick finally speaks up… “Ladies and gentlemen: this concludes the hanging portion of Susan’s pool party. I’m glad you all could be here today to share such an erotic event with her. Feel free to examine our lovely suicides up close.” Then he walks over and proceeds to move the stools away from the side of the pool, standing them up in the process.

I stand up and walk over with Margo, a bit wobbly from my orgasm, but feeling oh so fulfilled! Then we closely study each body. “That was so fucking sexy!” she finally whispers to me. “Don’t tell anyone I said so, but Jocelyn’s hanging was erotic as hell! Julia would kill me if she heard me say that!” I have to chuckle at that.

Pool party 22“Don’t worry, Margo; I won’t tell her,” I giggle. “However, I’m sure we can make some special arrangement for her concerning your ‘execution’ if you like. The day’s still young and I’m sure my guests wouldn’t mind witnessing another hanging.”

“Oh, Susan; don’t tempt me!” she gasps excitedly.

A couple of the girls come over and closely inspect the bodies, “oohing” and “aahing” appreciatively. Then Ruth approaches in that sexy red dress she’s wearing. Her eyes are glazed and she’s breathing funny.

“Susan, that was so exciting!” she blurts out breathlessly. “I can’t believe how turned on I am right now!” I smile and nod agreeably; I’m horny as hell too.

Pool party 23“Say, you wouldn’t be planning on any more hangings today, would you?” she asks hopefully.

“Now I don’t know,” I say, giving Margo a knowing smile. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I’d love to volunteer!” she gasps breathlessly. “Seeing those girls orgasm as they strangled to death has me all worked up. I’d like to be the next one!”

“Well,” I muse thoughtfully. “Maybe we can arrange something for later this evening when the sun goes down.

“GREAT!!” she gushes. “I can’t WAIT!!” Then I look over at Margo, and I see her eyes flash excitedly. When she nods eagerly, silently tapping her own chest with a finger, something tells me my party is about to be blessed with a hanging duet for when the sun goes down…

© 2014, 2015

(written for Susan Coquin May 8 by riwa; ed. Jan 16 by riwa)

(Story inspired by Susan Coquin’s blog and great poser renders which are used for illustration purposes only.)

http://darkfetishnet.com/SusanCoquin/albums/16771/&perpage=-1 Susan’s album with other renders

http://darkfetishnet.com/SusanCoquin/blog/17452/ Susan’s blog

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The Last Battle of Princess Pingyang 2 (2)

Posted on January 11, 2015 by riwa

The Last Battle of Princess Pingyang

(1)

Perhaps it was because of that dense fog, or perhaps it was the incessant squawking of the crows throughout the night, Li Sau-ming could not brush away the ominous feeling that had disturbed her since sallying out of the citadel.
This had never happened to her during all these years of campaigning.
She had never felt this even when her father, Li Yuan raised his banner of rebellion against the crown, nor when her own husband, Chai Shao left Chang An clandestinely to join the ranks of her father and left her to deal with all the risks by herself.  During all these years she had convinced many who possessed far more impressive forces to join her.  These included the nomadic merchant He Pan-ren who commanded seventy-thousand men under arms, followed by many others. She had beaten experienced generals sent by the emperor to crush them, such as Qutu Tong, soundly.

Ten thousand specially chosen maidens were formed into an army of amazons, and for the first time in history a female commander had her own military command.  In the month of November during the final year of the Sui Dynasty, her forces joined those under the command of her younger brother Li Shi-min and captured the imperial capital of Chang An.  After this victory, her father proclaimed himself Emperor of the new Tang Dynasty and bestowed on her the title of Princess Pingyang, having entrusted her the important task of guarding the Citadel situated at Wei-ze Pass, vital to the bastion of power of the new dynasty. If the citadel could be securely held, Li Jian-cheng, her elder brother and Li Shi-min, the younger one, would have free hands to subdue all pockets of resistance that refused to acknowledge Tang sovereignty.

She accomplished the given task splendidly, winning victory after victory, so much that Wei-ze Citadel was better known as Niangzi Pass. She had planned each battle with meticulous care and always rode at the head of her maidens into battle, cutting down enemy commanders as if they were leaves falling in a gust of wind. She and her maiden warriors soon won a fame known far and wide.

One of the most fabulous tales being circulated was that she had been given by her mentor – an almost fairy-like creature – three articles that could ensure her safety and victory: a horse that could run so fast that it could cover one thousand li per day, a sharp halberd that could cut into enemy armor as if they were made of butter, and a suit of armor with magical lotus motifs that ensured no weapon could penetrate. She was wielding a halberd now, and her horse was a fast one, a companion that had borne her into so many battles. And she was wearing a suit of armor with lotus motifs. But she knew better than anyone that no horse could be so fast as to cover that alleged distance in a day; no halberd could ensure her invincibility; and armor could guarantee her invulnerability.
All wars carried the possibility of sudden death. Every one of her victories were won through hard fighting and braving risks.  The enemy would not stay their hand because she was a woman, nor would they hesitate to cut her down because she was the mother of two sons. “And I have never been a good mother,” she thought.
After all these years she had spent so little time with her sons.  Instead, she and her husband had thrown themselves into different battlefields.  He had told her plainly that he thought Prince Li Shi-min would not stay just a prince forever, implying that he could one day replace the eldest prince, Li Jian-cheng as successor to the throne.  In his view, Li Shi-min was more capable compared to his eldest brother. But she knew whom her father valued most.
On that day when her father and she were alone, he had brushed her back and sighed. “Why weren’t you born a man?” he had said.
She was startled.  She understood the meaning behind those words. If she had been born a man, the one he would choose as crown prince would not be her eldest brother nor her younger sibling!
Her father did not treasure her more just because she was a capable commander.  Both Li Jian-cheng and Li Shi-min were good in the field, with capable generals and advisers as followers.  But her father trusted her the most. Perhaps it was because she was born a woman and had served her father without any personal design, whereas her two brothers were always calculating what measures could take them one more step nearer the throne.

Jian-cheng was slightly better as he was already the crown prince. But she could feel the unfathomable character of Li Shi-min.  Her younger brother would never be content to kowtow to anyone. The land was still seeing bitter fighting, and yet there were already silent rumbles behind palace walls.
She did not tell this to anyone.  But from tiny things she had noticed that her younger brother had already changed towards her.  Of course he should understand she had no ambition to power. But he was concerned that if she happened to favor Li Jian-cheng over him, he could end up in very difficult position. Upon realizing this, she could feel cold sweat down her spine.
This time, the warlord Liu had led his elite forces into her sector, and there had been fierce fighting.  Li Shi-min had been instructed to reinforce his sister.  But apart from a few token offences, he had practically withheld sending relief forces.
It would be a tough task to scale the Amazon Pass she held, but it was not impregnable. Besides, there were less than twenty-thousand armed men, a number inferior to the opposing army including women under her command. After months of hard fighting and without adequate replacement, she had begun to feel the pressure.  If the current situation was prolonged, she could predict a bitter end.  Taking a defensive position would not help her if no relief force reached her soon.
In addition to this, scouts had reported the Warlord Liu had made a secret pact with the ruler of the Turkic Khaganate.  She needed her brother’s forces to stop the Turkic nomads from joining-up with the army of Liu.
If Liu and the Turkic forces attacked together, the Amazon Pass would be as good as fallen.  The only hope was to take initiative and smash Liu’s force before the undesirable could happen. That was why she decided to sally out and offer battle.

(2)

Under normal circumstances, Liu should not accept battle.  He could hide before strengthened palisades and waited for his Turkic allies to arrive before making the final push.  But unexpectedly, Liu did put his forces into the field.
The sound of thundering drums could be heard in the thick of the fog.
“Your Highness…” Han Li who had been serving under her for years also found it weird.
But there was no other choice but to fight hard now.  They commanded a smaller force and in a way, the thick fog was an advantage.  If she could smash into the center of the enemy camp and slay its commander, the enemy would be thrown into chaos.
“Follow me!” Li Sau-ming shouted. Upon her raising high the halberd in her hand, the ten thousand maidens fanned out and followed her into a canter. The ground shook as the hooves of more than ten thousand horses kicked up the hard-frosted mud.
The enemy surged forth to meet them.
Li Sau-ning smiled contently.  She had decided that a quick and decisive fight would be most advantageous to her.  Giving her mount a kick with both feet, she spurred her stallion into full charge.
“Aiyeee!”

She dashed forward and cut down the first enemy within range of her halberd. Her maidens thundered in cheers.
“Full speed!”

She would not let her initial advantage be wasted away.  The maidens under her rushed into the thick of battle. And the princess cut three other enemy commanders down.
Han Li was fully engaged with her bow and arrows too.  In the blink of an eye, she had shot two foes trying to sneak behind her mistress. The enemy fell back and it turned into a rout.
From the disorder of the retreating forces, Li Sau-ning judged that the enemy was not faking a defeat to lure her into a trap.  Now was the time to give them that crushing blow! “Wheel to the enemy right!” she ordered.
She knew of course that attacking head-on to the center was the shortest and fastest way to make a stab to the heart of the foe.  But the enemy had suffered only a set-back and the battle-field was clouded by the heavy fog. They would certainly regroup their forces in the center and put up a tough resistance.  Even if she could succeed, she would have to pay a very heavy price. Hence, she decided to turn to the enemy’s wing on the right.  Once that collapsed, she could roll up the beaten foes and drive them against the main force of Liu.
Her judgment was infallible.
The ten thousand riders dashed into the right wing of the foes and had it shattered. Victory was within her gasp.
And then the fog cleared…
Li Sau-ning could see the enemy running like rabbits, the enemy center thrown into utter confusion. But she also saw something she did not want to see. On the distant horizon, a large force was approaching, kicking up columns of dust!
Instinct told her that this could not be the relief force sent by her dear young brother, Li Shi-min.

(3)

“Your Highness, the Turkic cavalry!” Han Li also realized the grave danger.
Li Sau-ning’s brow knitted.  She had to make a decision quickly whether to fall back onto the citadel and wait for reinforcements or to throw in everything to gamble for a quick victory. But she decided it was no longer possible to fall back. The Turkic cavalry would soon be able to cut off her line of retreat. The only chance was to take care of Liu’s force as soon as possible and then regroup to face the new foes.
“Attack! Full-force!”
“Understood!” Han Li turned her mount around and relayed orders to the messenger-riders.
“Han Li!”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
“We may fall today.” Li Sau-ning confessed her feeling to her loyal assistant.
As the head of her army, she should not have spoken such disheartening words. But she had treated Han Li almost like a sister, and this was a critical moment of life and death.  She had no intention to depart without some small word of farewell.
“Your Highness, we will cover you to break out. The relief of the prince may arrive any time.” But Li Sau-ning shook her head and made a sad smile.
She would not deceive herself.  If Li Shi-min had any intention of saving her, the Turkic force would not be able to join in battle so easily.
“Cruel brother!” she silently cursed. Then she actually felt a small sense of relief.
Perhaps this was the best ending. At least she would not be there to witness the inevitable slaughter between brother and brother.
“Father, forgive me for not being a filial daughter. I am going to leave this world before you.”
Li Sau-ning who had never cried before now shed a few tears.  She was not afraid to die.  But she knew how her father would grieve upon hearing of her fall in battle.  In her heart, her husband and her sons only took second and third place after her beloved father.
She turned toward Han Li. “Come, let us use our young blood to water this land!”
Han Li nodded. She could fully understood the mind of this princess who had taken to her like a sister.
“I will always follow you to the end!”
Li Sau-ning smiled sadly and said, “Dear sister, let us get on with it.”

(4)

They rode into a shower of arrows.
Li Sau-ning saw so many of her sisters-in-arms fall.
Xiu-jun on her left got a missile into her waist and fell off the saddle.  Close behind, she saw Wan-er who had been guarding the banner arch back as two arrows sank into her breasts.
For the first time, the banner of the invincible Amazon army fell into the dust.
Li Sau-ning cut down another two enemy commanders. Han also ended the lives of many enemy warriors.  But all these had little effect to change to outcome of the battle.
Liu’s soldiers saw the coming of the Turkic forces and knew momentum was now on their side. The former panic disappeared and the beaten soldiers reformed into battle formations, using long halberds to slash at the young and pretty bodies of the female warriors.
Li Sua-ning saw her maidens cut down on their saddles. Some were simply dragged down and decapitated.  Others were pulled down and had their armor stripped before being slain. Young bodies heaped one another to form small knolls.
“Come! Take my head too!” she shouted. ‘And what a pretty head it will be!’ she thought.  Although a mother, her figure and face resembled a young maiden of early twenties. And her lush black hair was so luminous that people could use it as a mirror. She knew her head would be such a beautiful trophy once mounted at the tip of a spear!
Three senior enemy warriors rushed her.  She gave a cold laugh and used her halberd to fight. One of the three was immediately slain. But her helmet was tilted off by him, and her long black hair cascaded down.
She knew if this continued she might be captured and this was something she would never allow to happen.  She preferred to fall in action and deny the enemy the opportunity to abuse her body while she was still alive.  Even more than that, she would not allow herself be taken alive and used by Liu as a bargaining chip with her father.

She took a deep breath, and giving a shout rushed recklessly at one of the remaining commanders. He never expected her to take such action without regard to her own safety.  Her halberd ran him through at the stomach. But she was also impaled by his lance through her abdomen.
“Argh…”

She gave a low whimper, a brightness sparkling in her eyes. Then another spear entered into her back. It went all the way in until its tip came out of her body from the front, just above her nipple.

Biting her lower lip in pain, she pulled out the blade of the halberd she had buried into the enemy commander she had killed and waved it in a wide arc.  The man who had impaled her feared she was going to cut him down.  He abandoned the spear, turned and put some distance between him and the wounded princess.  But she had not intended the blow for him.  Instead she brought the halberd down against a huge piece of rock and had the metal shattered on impact. The halberd, her loyal friend, would not suffer the fate of surviving her in disgrace.
Her mount seemed to know that his mistress would not be able to escape.  He reared his front legs up and crushed several enemies into pulps. But eventually, he was also brought down by spears with hooks which tore open his belly.  Horse and rider fell with a heavy thud.
The enemy rushed forward like flies attracted to the smell of honey.  Li Sau-ning simply coughed up blood and arched back to offer her ample breasts for the down-stabbing spears.
Han Li, who had been battling with an enemy commander, saw her princess lying on the ground convulsing involuntarily for a short while.  And then she was still.
The armor with lotus motifs was quickly removed, followed by the white riding blouse now dyed red by the blood. And finally the bright red dudou was also gone.
The body with many punctured holes oozing blood lay there in stark nakedness. Then the enemy commander who had impaled her dismounted. He pulled out the huge curved sword at his side, cut off her head and raised it high for all to see.
The red lips on the head of Princess Li Sau-ning were slightly parted, her beautiful eyes half-closed. From the stump there was a constant dripping of blood which made the long black hair stick together.
“My princess!” Han Li cried out in a howling wail.
She slashed hard at her foe and drove him back a short distance.  Then she placed the blade horizontally on her neck and made a sweeping movement with it. Her body stayed on the saddle for a while, rocking a bit before collapsing onto the ground.  Her armor and purple-colored dudou were also quickly removed.  The head was cut off and mounted onto the tip of another spear as exhibit.

(5)

“Victory!” The enemy was jubilant.
Then their euphoria disappeared and they fell silent.
They could see another thick column of dust behind the Turkic allies.

(6)

Li Shi-min submerged the severed head of his sister beneath the icy water of a near-by pool, rinsed off all the blood stains and then pulled it out of the water.  The head with its dripping hair did not look hideous. In fact it had a sad serenity which added to its grace.

He starred at it for a while, his eyes reflecting the complex thoughts that raced through his mind.  Then he looked at Chai Shao at his side. Chai Shao’s eyes were also unfathomable. It was not really sadness; rather they showed recognition that the biggest opportunity in his life was before him.  Yes, Li Sau-ning was a beautiful woman. Seeing the head of his young wife having been cut off caused him a sense of loss. But he also knew that this man standing before him had a future that could not be measured. And Chai Shao knew his own fate would from now on be tied to this man’s.  He knew how to choose between a beautiful wife and the offer of power.
“Your Highness, please accept our condolences.” He said in a low voice.
Li Shi-min nodded.  Then he wailed publicly.
“The whole army will mourn for Princess Pingyang!” he ordered. “And bury all prisoners alive!”

(7)

In February of the sixth year of the reign of Emperor Li Yuan, Princess Li Sau-ning was buried with full military honor: two military bands at the front and rear of the hearse-chariot, a huge umbrella, forty sword-bearing warriors acting as personal guard of honor and over one hundred selected elite soldiers to herald the way to the mausoleum.  At first, court officials were not in agreement that such should apply to a woman. But the Emperor rebuked them.

“She had been a distinguished warrior all her life, and she had brought victories in so many battles, risking and finally sacrificing her life for the Empire. Has there been any other woman in history who can compare to her? It is absurd to dispute the correctness of using full military manner.” And so military honor it was.  She was also given a title “Zhao” posthumously, “Zhao” being a word reserved for those who had benefited the land tremendously.

(8)

On the fourth day of the sixth month in the ninth year of Emperor Li Yuan, Li Shi-man killed his eldest brother Li Jian-cheng along with another younger brother in a palace coup. He then forced Li Yuen to abdicate and crowned himself Emperor.

Postscript.

To be fair, Li Shi-min became a great Emperor during his reign, arguably the best emperor in the history of China.  But that did not make what he did before his reign right.  He was a murderer.
According to old tradition in China, the words and deeds of emperors were all recorded by court historians.  To ensure “freedom of writing to preserve the truth”, the emperors were not to read the entries.  Even the cruelest emperors had observed this rule.  Li Shi-min was the first to break this tradition.  He was always uncomfortable about his past deeds and could not sleep well when he was not sure what had been written down about his coup and the killing of his brothers.  He insisted that the entries be read by him. For this reason all official history after him were mainly lies and window-dressing to please one single man in the land.

The cause of death of Princess Pingyang was not recorded in the official history.  Only her year of death (she was estimated to be between 26 and 32 when she died) was entered as was her form of burial.

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A dive and a show 3.6 (9)

Posted on January 10, 2015 by riwa

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Miley was enjoying the single life after breaking up with her fiancée back in September. She was making headlines with her music and her wild behavior. She figured any publicity was good publicity and life was going well.

With a break in her schedule she found herself down in the Florida Keys. She loved to go scuba diving but her schedule seldom permitted the luxury of taking the time for a dive. Now she was eager to get in a quick dive or two before her career called her back to work.

She was eating lunch by herself at a sidewalk café down at the marina, enjoying time away from all the cameras and paparazzi. As she nibbled on her sandwich she found herself wondering how she could get in a quick dive before the day was out. Then a shadow blocked her sun and she looked up to see who had interrupted her meal.

“Excuse me,” a young man said carefully, a somewhat shy looking guy who appeared to be in his twenties. “Aren’t you Miley Cyrus?”

“Who wants to know?” she asked irritably before going back to her sandwich. Gawd; not another one??!! Couldn’t she get even one minute’s peace from anybody???

“I just saw you sitting here on my way to the marina and I thought I’d stop by and tell you what a huge fan I am! What a thrill to meet you here!”

“Thank you,” she responded without trying to sound too cold-hearted. It was best not to get angry with him, especially since he sounded like he was buying her CD’s.

“Wow!” he gushed. “It is so great to meet you in person!! Is there anything I can do for you?”

She gave him a quick once-over; he wasn’t half bad looking. “No thank you,” she responded casually. Without even thinking, she sourly added, “…not unless you have a boat and some scuba gear.”

“Scuba gear?” he said brightly. Then he seemed to catch himself.

“Oh, wait!” he gasped excitedly. “I think I remember reading something about you enjoying scuba diving!”

“I do,” she added, suddenly beginning to tire of this particular conversation. What he said next made her pause and take notice…

“I was just going down to take my father’s boat out for a little ride. I love to dive – I’m certified – and I’ve got two tanks on board! You’re welcome to come along if you like!”

“Really?” she asked, brightening considerably. This guy actually had access to a couple of scuba tanks??!! Maybe the day wasn’t going to be a total loss after all!!

“You mean you’d be willing to take me out for a little scuba diving?” she asked, wondering if he might have some ulterior motive.

“Only if you want to,” he told her, obviously trying to quell his growing excitement that Miley Cyrus might actually want to go scuba diving with him! “I mean… only if you feel comfortable going out on the water with me!” Then he looked all around.

“Are you, uh… are you here with someone? Would you like someone to tag along?”

“Oh hell no!” she blurted out, suddenly feeling all excited. Then she patted the bench right next to her.

“I’m all by myself right now! Why don’t you sit down, uh…”

“My name is Tony,” he offered shyly.

“Why don’t you sit down, Tony! Sit down and tell me all about this boat and this scuba gear you have!!”

—

An hour later they were motoring out into the gulf, the wind whipping through Miley’s short, blond hair. Tony had turned out to be perfect, a real gentleman!! The thought of going scuba diving with him was getting her more excited by the minute!!

During their time back at the café he’d explained to her that he knew of a sunken cargo vessel, the S.S. Riwa, which was perfect for exploring. It wasn’t very deep, there was reasonable illumination throughout, and she wouldn’t be bothered with any prying eyes. The more he explained it to her, the more promising it sounded!!

When he’d brought her on board the first thing she’d wanted to do was check to make sure he wasn’t lying about the scuba gear. Sure enough, there were two tanks on board complete with fins and dive masks! There was even enough air in both for about a 30 to 40 minute dive! Even if she never got another chance to do some scuba diving during her stay in the Keys this would be ideal!

Her greatest fear was how popular the location would be and whether or not there would be people with cameras. But when he shut down the engine at their destination she saw no other boats in sight! Why, it was damn near perfect!!

Tony looked at her shyly; he was obviously a little self-conscious. Perhaps it was because of who he was with. Miley found it to be a rather attractive trait! She felt a delicious tingle at the thought of maybe corrupting him a little… perhaps giving him a thrill down on the wreck?

He told her there were wetsuits in a locker down below and she could help herself if she wished. He hoped one of them would fit. Meanwhile he said he would get the gear all ready for their little dive together. But now Miley found herself getting other ideas… wickedly sexy ideas!

She went below with her purse, having brought something along in case she got the opportunity to get wet. Packed inside was her black top with pink bottoms, an outfit that presented a delicious amount of cleavage. She decided she didn’t need a wetsuit. Besides, she was determined to reward Tony for being such a nice guy and for bringing her out here!

When she came up from below he was already in a pair of baggy green trunks. The moment he caught sight of her his mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out. “Wow!” he stammered. “You look… you look GREAT! I mean… WOW!!”

“Thank you,” she gushed, wondering why she was suddenly blushing at his attention. It actually felt good being admired like this by a fan!! Then she glanced down at his trunks…

Were they actually starting to tent a little??

He suddenly became aware of the focus of her gaze. He turned away, blushing beet red with embarrassment. Then he went back to fumbling around with the tanks, anything that would take his mind off his celebrity crush who just happened to be on board with him and who was wearing a very sexy bikini!!

He helped her gear up and she noticed how awkward he’d suddenly become… as though he wasn’t totally sure of himself. She felt an erotic shudder thinking how much fun it would be to give him a thrill down on the wreck. Then she noticed a small leather bag off to one side. It was unopened and it looked as though it contained some sort of photography equipment.

“You have an underwater camera with you?” she asked suspiciously. Was he going to take pictures and then sell them to the paparazzi?

“Oh, I’m not bringing it down… honest!” he said hastily. Then he moved to stow it away into a nearby locker as though forgetting he’d had it out… “Here… let me put that away for you!”

He was just packing it into a storage locker when she brought her hand up to stop him. “Wait!” she blurted out as her mind began conjuring up all sorts of delicious thoughts. He certainly seemed harmless enough.

“Can it take good pictures underwater?” she wanted to know. “Would the wreck be too deep?” Her mind was churning with all sorts of possibilities!

Oh the things she could do for him down below! And he could get it all on film!! Imagine the type of pictures she could have of herself deep underwater!!

“You’re not thinking of me taking it along…?” he started to say in total surprise. She just smiled reassuringly at him.

“Would you mind taking some pictures for me?” she asked, giving him her most innocent yet charming smile. “It would be so cool to have some pictures of me deep underwater to post to my Twitter account!”

“Uh… sure!” he replied. “I can do that for you… uh… if you wish!”

“That would be so cool!” she told him enthusiastically.

They finished gearing up before checking their tanks one last time. There was enough air for the both of them for a decent dive of about a half hour or more, that is if they watched their gauges. Dive masks were fitted into place and dive fins were strapped on before they sat together on the edge of the craft.

Tony protectively held his camera in his hand, giving Miley an enthusiastic thumbs up. He simply could not believe his good fortune at going scuba diving with his favorite singer!! She returned the gesture; she was ready too! She couldn’t remember ever being so excited about a dive before!!

They both took several breaths, making sure their regulators were functioning normally. Then together they went over backward into the water. The waters of the gulf were cool but not too chilly and Miley felt another thrill of excitement. Then they began to fin their way downward toward a sunken vessel she could make out quite clearly.

What a thrill!! She was finally getting in some dive time!! What’s more, it had been a long time since she’d felt this excited!! And she even had what appeared to be a great dive partner… a very thoughtful guy who seemed to be quite the fan!!

She could tell this Tony had the hots for her! Every now and then he self-consciously twisted his body away from her gaze as though he was trying to hide something from her… those perpetually tented trunks of his perhaps? Right away she started thinking of certain sexy ways she could reward him for taking the time to bring her out all alone to enjoy a dive like this!!

The cargo ship below was impressive in size. It was not too big, but certainly large enough to enjoy exploring. When they passed the bow she could make out the name S.S. Riwa painted on the hull.

Tony found the bridge and led them both inside. Miley thought this would be a good place to snap a couple of stills for a start. So she posed at the controls, motioning for him to snap off a photo or two.

The camera flashed and she smiled with delight. Then he motioned at the LCD display so she could see the results. She exhaled noisy bubbles as she studied the readings, quite pleased at how the pictures had come out!!

These were going to turn out great!! She didn’t know of anyone else who had ever posted underwater pictures of themselves before!! The idea of posting these on her social media page was pretty exciting, especially since they were actually taken inside the interior of a sunken vessel!!

As they explored the upper deck Miley found her mind churning with all sorts of sexy ideas. When they entered one of the cabins she motioned for Tony to get ready to take another picture. Then she shed her scuba gear and posed over by the porthole.

He actually took two, one of which had her tongue hanging out just for fun. She even bent her ass toward him as though she was twerking him. She deliberately released a stream of bubbles from her mouth so that folks would know she had been well underwater when it was taken!

One look at Tony confirmed to Miley that her poses were getting the desired reaction. If anything there was a more noticeable tent in his trunks! She had him all turned on… and she sure didn’t want to stop now! So what else could she do for him?!

They headed down a darkened stairwell, going deeper into the sunken vessel that had once proudly sailed as the S.S. Riwa. She allowed him to move a little ahead of her, watching as he would duck into one empty cargo section after another. But he would always emerge just as quickly.

Oh she would always peek inside to have a look whenever she got to the doorway he had just popped inside. But it was usually much too dark to observe anything of interest. She understood why he never tarried long in any of them. Soon he would be off and moving forward again.

She gave him a long look, smiling inwardly. He was still being a little self-conscious, acting as though he didn’t dare risk looking too long at her for fear of that tent reappearing in his trunks! But Miley really wanted that that “tent” to appear! And she had just the idea in mind that should do the job rather nicely!

When he was about a door ahead of her in the corridor, paying less and less attention to her whereabouts, she quickly ducked inside a darkened doorway. She hastily dropped her scuba gear along with her flippers, standing the tank up along the interior wall. Then she shed her top, bottoms and weight belt. Her nipples hardened considerably at what she was contemplating, and she felt an urgent need begin to develop down below!

She slipped out into the corridor wearing only her dive mask, only to see that Tony was not in the passageway. Where the devil had he gone?? She felt an erotic jolt of alarm wondering if her little impromptu strip-show might be ill-advised at this depth!

She swam forward, pulling hard with her arms as she checked inside the doors on either side of the corridor. But there was no sign of Tony. Was he up in the next one? He’d better not have gotten too far ahead of her or she might have to scrub the sexy little presentation she had in mind and dash back to retrieve her tank due to lack of air!

Miley decided to risk swimming one more door down, thinking Tony couldn’t have gotten that far ahead of her. She was just about to the next door on the left when he suddenly stuck his head out of it in a panic, frantically looking back in her direction to see where the hell she’d gone! There he was!!

His eyes flew open in utter astonishment at the sight of her nakedness. He grunted in shock and she was sure she heard him gasp into his regulator… “WHAT THE HELL??” He was so surprised that he fumbled for the reg in his mouth as though he had almost lost it!!

Miley wasted no time now that the element of surprise had been lost. She rushed forward to him and then deliberately pushed him back inside the cargo area. Right away she noticed there was just enough illumination in this one; it would be perfect!!

She reached for the reg in his mouth as he stared at her in absolute shock. She could see the pronounced tent in his trunks; he seemed harder now than he had ever been up to this moment! It gave her an absolute thrill knowing he wanted her… well, his cock sure did anyway!!

She seductively pulled the reg out of his mouth, giving him her sexiest smile. Then she slowly wrapped her lips around it before closing her eyes and moaning as she took a hit off the reg. She reached down and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his trunks, pleased that it twitched noticeably in her hand.

She took a few breaths and then pushed the reg back between his lips as he continued to stare in astonishment. Then she backed away from him toward the wall where she assumed a pose. When he continued to stare like some thunderstruck adolescent she motioned… “Well, what are you waiting for??!! Take some damn pictures, ok??!!”

He hastily pulled his camera up as though awakening out of a fog. He fumbled around for a second or two before he began snapping off a series of pictures. The camera light flashed over and over again as Miley assumed one pose after another, each one more seductive than the last… each one seemingly more whorish! Then she blew him a sexy, bubbly kiss, pausing long enough for him to snap a couple more photos.

Her lungs had just begun to heave when she moved over to him and reached for the reg in his mouth. She grinned coyly as she pulled it free, pausing to seductively wrap her lips around it. This time she turned her back to him and began rubbing her ass back and forth over his bulging trunks, giggling as she started twerking him!

Tony let out a grunt of surprise, instinctively reaching out to grab her. Miley playfully pulled away, handing the regulator back to him while grinning and shaking a finger at him… “No – no – no, you naughty boy! Not yet!” This was way beyond his wildest imagination! He wondered if he might actually be dreaming!

He was just putting the regulator back into his mouth when she bent over and braced herself against the wall of the cargo room. She spread her legs, deliberately exposing her naked ass to him. She was quite flexible and she bent all the way down, struggling to maintain her balance in the weightless environment. Then to his utter shock she reached underneath with her right hand and spread the folds of her pussy with her fingers, giving him an unobstructed view as she groped her breasts with her left!

Tony couldn’t believe his good fortune!! His celebrity crush was actually on a scuba dive with him, totally naked and showing off all her sexy wares right in front of him!! And now she was motioning at him as though encouraging him to take all the pictures he wanted!!!

Tony breathed heavily as he began snapping off photos just as fast as his shutter speed would allow. That’s when Miley deliberately stuck a couple of digits inside her slit. Tony was dumbfounded as she started finger-fucking herself, writhing, moaning and bubbling with sexy groans as though she couldn’t get enough!! Surely this HAD to be a dream, especially the way she seductively slid her fingers deep into her pussy!!

She suddenly pushed off the wall in front of her, drifting backward until she backed right into him!! Had his suit not been covering his cock he might actually have given her a poke in one of her holes!! Then she reached back, grabbed his legs and began grinding against his cock, moaning and bubbling like crazy!!

Tony simply couldn’t help himself! Instinctively he began humping against her as though reading her mind. It seemed crazy but she was acting as though she really wanted him!!

In response she nodded her head, grunting “Yes – yes – yes!” as she ground harder against him. Now he was getting the idea!! Fuck; what a thrill!!! She could feel how hard he was!!!

She felt the warning heaves in her chest and she stopped grinding against him. She turned to face him, seductively reaching for the reg in his mouth and putting it into her own. Meanwhile her free hand slid underneath the waistband to his trunks.

She smiled coyly as she grasped onto his hardened manhood! Then she began stroking it as she moaned into the reg in her mouth, reveling in what a nice cock he seemed to be sporting!! Tony let out a bubbly groan as he instinctively started to thrust in her hand.

With both hands Miley slowly pulled his suit down his legs, exposing what to her was a mighty fine specimen! She wrapped both hands around it, giving it a sensual tug as she pulled air into her lungs from the regulator. When he finally reached out for it due to his own need for another breath she simply smiled and nodded, her eyes twinkling… “You can have it, Tony. Besides, I’ve got something else in mind for my mouth right now!”

He reached for it, pulling it free from her lips and then placing it into his mouth. He gasped deeply as though he’d been holding his breath for a very long time. That’s when Miley used the grip she had on him to pull her face down directly in front of his quivering manhood.

She gave it a long, sensuous lick with that tongue of hers, shivering with arousal at the way his cock twitched. Then she took the bulbous head into her mouth. The briefest of thoughts flickered through her mind… “Are you sure you really want to do this?” But she already knew she most certainly did as she took him deeper down her throat. After all, this was her way of thanking him for bringing her along on such a great dive!!

Tony’s cock quivered as it went farther into her mouth. It actually went deeper and deeper, and he felt little vacuuming sensations around his rigid pole! He just couldn’t believe this was happening to him, certainly not 50 feet down on the S.S. Riwa… and with Miley Cyrus no less!!

Miley took him all the way down until her lips brushed his balls. Air dribbled out of her nose as she hummed and groaned. It sent incredible vibrations buzzing through his cock, and Tony groaned weakly!

All of the sudden he felt Miley start sliding up and down on his twitching, quivering shaft with her mouth. She went slowly at first, moaning and groaning as though she had a mouthful and just couldn’t get enough!! She wasn’t even gagging; it was totally amazing!!

She began bobbing up and down – harder and faster, taking more of him each time her head moved! His shaft was retracted from her mouth and then was hungrily gulped back down her throat!! It was as if she was trying to gag herself… trying to throat-fuck herself!!

Miley’s lungs began to heave, but that was beside the point. She was so turned on – so incredibly horny – that she could hardly think straight! Tony had such a wonderful cock that she just wanted to gag herself with it… wanted to drive him wild! She desperately wanted to make him just as horny as she had now become!

Her lungs burned with a growing hunger. But that just made her suck that much harder… bob up and down even more! She gulped and grunted and moaned and groaned, fighting against the growing need in her chest.

She loved the way he was reacting so wonderfully to her aggression! And she didn’t want to stop just for a measly lungful of air even though she needed it! She knew now just how bad he really wanted her! But that was ok, because she desperately wanted him too!

Her lungs heaved ominously, forcing her to sensuously pull her mouth off his cock. Then she climbed into his lap, grabbing for the reg in his mouth. As she gulped air into her hungering lungs she shimmied against him until she felt the tip of his shaft tantalizing her womanhood!

She saw his eyes open wide through his dive mask as she pushed against his hardness. Miley began to wriggle and moan, slowly impaling herself with his throbbing shaft. She worked it deeper inside her until it was all the way in, filling her with a wonderful feeling of fullness!! Then she wrapped her arms and legs around his body as she began to ride him.

It was slow at first – a long, sensuous fuck. She could see it in his eyes; he just couldn’t believe it!! But it certainly didn’t take him long to figure out what was required of him! Soon he began thrusting in response as she bounced up and down on his thick shaft.

They grunted together as they developed a rhythm, Miley hungrily gulping air into her lungs as Tony released bubbles out of his mouth. Then he reached for the regulator in her mouth. She gladly allowed him to have it, giving him a smoldering look with her eyes as she bounced up and down on his manhood! The more he grunted and groaned, the harder she seemed to ride him!!

He passed the reg back to her, holding it in his hand as he offered it to her. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, allowing him to push it into place. Then she cleared it, smiled hungrily at him, and then gulped down a lungful of air as she aggressively bounced up and down on him!

He grabbed her hips and started to thrust harder. It felt much too good; he was already starting to lose control of himself! But if anything she acted like she was more than willing, hungrily milking his throbbing shaft with her vaginal muscles for all she was worth!

As he reached for the reg in her mouth she suddenly climbed off, his cock sliding out of her tightness. For a moment he was both disappointed and afraid he’d upset her. So he quickly handed the regulator back to her.

Miley shoved it back toward his mouth… “No, I don’t want it!” Then she turned and braced herself up against the bulkhead, offering herself to him. “FUCK ME, TONY!” she bubbled as she wriggled against him. “FUCK ME HARD, DAMN YOU!! FUCK ME!!”

He hungrily gulped a lungful of air before pushing his eager shaft against her opening. She pushed back against him as he slowly impaled her until it was buried deep inside. Then she began bucking against him as he thrust into her.

“HARDER, DAMN YOU; HARDER!!” she bubbled. Then she turned her head toward him, lewdly sticking her tongue out. “HARDER, BABY; GIVE IT TO ME HARDER!!” She didn’t know why, but she was on fire with an unquenchable sexual heat, something only Tony’s cock could satisfy right now!

He seemed to understand her bubbly words enough to start thrusting harder and faster. “MORE!!” she cried out, facing the bulkhead and tipping her head back! “GIVE ME MORE!!”

Tony’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger; was his favorite celebrity crush really wanting this??!! Her pussy felt so tight and wonderful; he could feel it spasming as she bucked against him! She really seemed to want it rough or something!!

“MORE!!” she screamed as though she was angry or something. “MORE, DAMN YOU!!” So Tony grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he reached around to savagely grope one of her tits. Amazingly that seemed to have the desired affect!!

“YES!!!” she screamed, bubbling her breath away. “OH FUCK; THAT’S IT!!! HARDER, DAMN YOU; HARDER!!”

Miley’s lungs were on fire; she’d bubbled a lot of her breath away. But now she was a raging inferno, her body on fire with an unquenchable lust. It was something only a cum could satisfy, and she was determined to hold her breath for as long as it would take!

She heard Tony grunt as he roughly yanked her head back. He savagely mauled her breasts with his free hand as his hard cock thrust in and out, giving her a good, hard raping!! “FUCK YES; I’M GONNA CUM!!” she bubbled, her lungs heaving in her chest. Then Tony cried out into the reg in his mouth as he rammed his cock deep inside her.

Miley felt a sudden warmth in her womb. She knew in an instant what it was… “He’s cumming – he’s cumming – OH FUCK; HE’S CUMMING INSIDE ME!!” Then she let out a bubbly scream as her body exploded in a volcanic orgasm.

Her pussy clamped down hard, furiously milking him as she screamed and shuddered and bubbled her breath away. She became dizzy and disoriented, her lungs screaming for another breath. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before… and she didn’t want it to end!

She grunted and bubbled, suddenly feeling too weak to do anything. She sensed she was going to drown but for the moment she felt too good to care. Then miraculously the reg appeared right in front of her eyes before it was forced into her mouth.

She had the sense to clear it before she pulled a long gulp of air down her windpipe. She shuddered weakly but it helped clear her head a little. She moaned softly, hungrily swallowing down lungful after lungful of refreshing, compressed air.

She came to her senses enough to feel Tony slip out of her. She groaned weakly with disappointment… “Awww.” Then she turned and gave him a dreamy look, her body trembling from delicious aftershocks.

He hesitantly reached for the reg in her mouth. She nodded willingly; after all, he needed it just as much as she did. Actually she probably needed to go out and find her tank so they could each access their own air supply. Besides, she’d gotten the deep underwater fuck her body had craved; she was happy now!

She motioned at him as though she was going to go now. He put up a hand to stop her… “WAIT!” Then she motioned… “It’s ok; I’m going to go get my air.” Then she smiled at him, gesturing at the floor… “You might want to put those back on.”

He looked down sheepishly and spotted his trunks drifting near the floor. Oh, yeah; those had to go back on. Then she suddenly came up to him.

She pulled the reg out of his mouth and then kissed him deeply, wrapping him up in her arms. Tony tasted her tongue, and he trembled at her warm, naked body pressed up against him. Then she pushed him away, blowing a kiss with a smile and then waving before heading out the door.

It occurred to him that perhaps he shouldn’t let her out of his sight. But she’d shed her dive gear earlier when he wasn’t paying attention. She would probably be ok. For now he’d better get his trunks back on in case there was another boat up at the surface. After all, it would be embarrassing getting caught naked on their way up…

–

Miley swam down the corridor, trying to remember how many doors she’d come down. Was it one or two? Now she wasn’t so sure and she peeked into the first door that presented itself…

Nothing…

Oh that’s right; it was TWO doors down…

–

Tony worked to get his trunks onto his waist. But his mind still lingered on their hookup of a few moments ago. Damn! It still felt as though his cock was deep inside her! He smiled at the thought until…

Uh-oh! Was he getting hard again?? No one was EVER going to believe THIS!! But maybe a true gentleman shouldn’t go about discussing such things. Besides, she certainly seemed to trust him… and he’d hate to betray that trust…

–

Miley found the second door… did something seem off?? This door didn’t feel right!! She ducked inside, feeling a jolt of alarm when her scuba gear wasn’t there. Then she looked around and…

Oh, SHIT!! I went the wrong way!! It was two doors down the OTHER direction!! Stupid – stupid – stupid!!

Feeling quite foolish Miley surged out the door and kicked hard down the corridor, this time in the right direction. Now she found herself trying to ignore that warning sensation down in her stomach – those warning heaves. After all, it wouldn’t be much longer until she was back on her own air supply…

–

For some reason something told Tony to check his gauge. He lifted it up but the illumination wasn’t quite sufficient. He turned toward the porthole and missed seeing Miley anxiously swim by out in the corridor as he tried to get a good look at the reading.

Uh – oh…

Damn! They’d really drained his tank!! Well, they did just finish getting it on rather hot and heavy!! He supposed it shouldn’t have been all that surprising. But maybe he should go out and find Miley in case he might need to share her tank. Then again… it looked as though he should have just enough to make it back to the surface so long as they didn’t start fucking again…

–

Miley passed up the first door she came to. But she couldn’t remember on which side of the corridor she’d stashed her gear! She was a little turned around and she could feel the need growing in her chest. But she figured as long as she didn’t panic she would be fine.

She ducked into a doorway and took a long look around. But the gear wasn’t here either!! Damn, it wasn’t supposed to be like this!! Maybe in the room across the corridor…

–

Tony moved out into the corridor and turned left, the same direction he’d seen Miley turn. But she was not in the corridor… and her tank wasn’t out there either! What had she done… stash it inside one of the cargo rooms?? Just out of curiosity he swam down and ducked inside the nearest one…

–

Miley shot across the passageway into the room on the opposite side. Immediately this one looked familiar. Sure enough, her gear was right there against the wall.

Odd…

Her tank was no longer upright and the hose was splayed out funny. Had it fallen over? Or had she actually left it that way? She wasn’t sure but it probably didn’t matter. It had plenty of air in it; that was all she needed. Miley scooped up the regulator, put it into her mouth, purged it and…

Nothing???

What the hell???!!!

Miley’s eyes flew open in alarm as she purged it again.

No air…

WHAT???!!!

She frantically snatched up the gauge, twisting and turning it to get the best illumination to get a reading. She was horrified when she saw the needle buried in the red zone.

WHAT???!!! How the hell had THIS happened???!!!

Maybe the hose had twisted when the tank had fallen, causing all the air to free-flow right out of it!! But what did it matter HOW the hell it had happened??!! She needed air NOW!!

It was amazing how her need had grown exponentially within the last few seconds. Seeing the tank had been a reassurance and it was as if her lungs had quieted down inside her. Now they were screaming at her, demanding to be refilled.

Tony!! He was back in their sex room!! She had to go back and get to him before he left!!

Miley had to swallow down the panic that wanted to well up from within as she bolted out the doorway into the corridor. But Tony was not in the passageway. She figured he was probably back in their room putting on his trunks! If she hurried she could probably hold her breath just long enough to get there in time…

–

Tony ducked into one doorway after another, trying to find out where Miley had gone. Had she gotten her gear and exited the ship already? Unlikely…

Maybe she was being playful, hiding in one of the rooms. Tony couldn’t be sure. He also couldn’t spend too much time looking for her because his air supply was limited. But finding her or catching up to her would mean they could share her tank if need be.

Maybe she was in that big room further down the corridor. It had some nooks and crannies in which to hide. Maybe she was playing a game with him! Maybe she wanted to surprise him with another fuck!

‘Uh… don’t think that way,’ he told himself. Now he was starting to get hard again…

–

Miley dashed back to their sex room and then burst inside…

Oh, FUCK!!

Tony was gone!!

Where the hell had he gone??!! Was he on his way to the surface?? Had he left her behind??!!

There was no time for guessing, no time for speculation. Her lungs were on fire; she needed air right away!! It hadn’t been so bad holding her breath back to their room because she had assumed Tony would be there waiting for her with his air supply. Now that he was gone she could feel her lungs heave ominously in her chest!!!

Miley burst out through doorway and back into the corridor. She anxiously looked both ways but there was no sign of Tony anywhere! She had no choice now; she had to get out of the ship! Her tank was empty; there was no point in going back for it now! She had to get outside the wreck and hope he was waiting for her somewhere outside! If not then she would have to make the long swim to the surface on the breath she had left!!

Miley began swimming hard for the stairwell, pulling hard with her arms as she kicked like crazy. Air fizzed out of her dive mask, air she could not afford to lose! And she could feel her chest heaving; her lungs were on fire. Painful spasms originated deep in her stomach, threatening to override her attempts to hold her breath!

Her cheeks began to bulge as she fought to keep from expelling the last of her air! After all, this one would have to last until she could reunite with Tony… either that or it would have to get her all the way back to the surface!! But deep down Miley already knew she wasn’t going to reach the surface in time…

OH GAWD; WHERE THE HELL WAS HE???!!!

She looked forward; the stairwell was right there!! If only she could get there in time! Then she could shoot up and get outside the ship!! But her lungs were a raging inferno, demanding to be satisfied!

Another hard spasm overtook her, nearly doubling her over. She coughed out bubbles and then frantically clamped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were frozen open in terror and she realized she was not going to make it!!

A hand suddenly latched onto her ankle from somewhere behind her, trying to pull her back. It scared the life out of her and Miley screamed in terror, fearful someone was trying to kill her! Then she swallowed a mouthful of water.

Her windpipe reflexively closed off; now she couldn’t breathe at all! Miley spasmed hard, instinctively kicking and fighting her attacker. Then everything suddenly went black as she passed out…

—

Miley inhaled sharply and then started to cough. She became aware that she was lying flat on her back. But where was she? There was bright sunshine; was she back up on the boat?!

“Oh thank gawd!” a male voice exclaimed in concern. A moment later Tony’s anxious face bent over her…

“Miley, are you all right??”

She coughed and sputtered… it got better… she breathed deeply… the coughing settled… she breathed again. “What happened?” she asked weakly. Then she became aware that…

Uh-oh… she was naked! Then it all came back to her… posing for pictures… sucking cock… a wild, animalistic fuck… and then…

DROWNING!! SHE WAS DROWNING!!

Miley suddenly sat up and started to thrash about. Tony quickly knelt down and grabbed her, hugging her tightly. “You’re ok – you’re ok!” he tried to reassure her. “You’re back on the boat!” It helped calm her down.

“What happened?” she asked in total confusion.

“I was looking for you and I couldn’t find you,” he replied. “Then I saw you way ahead of me in the hall! You were swimming as hard as you could and then I saw you cover your mouth! You looked like you were out of breath and I tried to reach you to give you my reg! I finally had to grab your ankle! I guess you put up a fight or something… and then I guess you passed out.” He paused before adding, “What happened? I thought you were going back for the other tank!”

She paused for a moment as though trying to remember. “It was out of air,” she said slowly. “At first I couldn’t remember where I ditched it. Then I found it… only it was tipped over and it was out of air. So I swam back to see if you were in that room we had sex in… only you weren’t there! So I thought maybe you were outside the ship or something so I swam for the stairs.” She paused, wincing in pain as she remembered the series of events before quietly adding…

“I knew I wasn’t going to make it. It was terrifying.” Then she looked up at him as though it was dawning on her for the very first time.

“It was you! YOU found me! You grabbed my ankle and… and I guess you got me up here! You SAVED me!!”

“I had to hurry,” he smiled sheepishly. “I was almost out of air myself. We certainly used most of my tank when we were, uh…” He lapsed into silence, suddenly feeling awkward and sheepish.

“Thank you for getting me to the surface and saving my life,” she said softly, becoming more conscious of just how close she had come to drowning. Then she remembered the gear down below… the gear and her bikini.

“I’m sorry about your scuba tank.”

“Oh, that’s ok,” he said with a smile. “I can go back down and get it later… that and your bikini.” Then he smiled wryly. “At least you’ve got some clothes up here you can put on.”

She nodded, smiling appreciatively as he helped her up into a seat. “You just catch your breath until you’re ready,” he told her. “We’re in no hurry.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile, memories of nearly drowning making her shudder. Then she remembered what they’d been doing BEFORE she’d nearly drowned. She became aware of a tingle down below as her nipples started to harden a little.

Maybe if she felt better in a few minutes she might be able to thank him more substantially before he took her back to shore…

© 2013

(written for JQpublic for his birthday this month Nov 25 by riwa)

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Mystique Part 1 – Auto-erotic asphyxiation turns deadly 4.6 (34)

Posted on January 6, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

Note: I checked with Odin first to make sure I had his permission to repost his excellent poser renders. This story was quite popular, so I thought it would be nice to repost it here.

She’d just slipped into her nylons and her special thong with the opening cut into it when he called to cancel their date. After a brief discussion Charlotte threw her cell phone onto her bed in disgust. “Bastard!” she muttered in frustration.

She’d been horny all afternoon and was looking forward to this date! She hadn’t been fucked in weeks and she was hoping to bring him home so she could ride the shit out of him! Now she would just have to improvise. Thankfully she didn’t live alone…

“Oh, Misty!” she sang out. “I need you, baby!”

If she couldn’t get cock then she would get her roommate to give her a nice little orgasm or two. After all, she was bisexual and she loved dominating Mystique! It would be just the thing she needed, a little tongue action in just the right spot… a perfect little lesbian pick-me-up! And if Mystique wasn’t cooperative then she would just have to “convince” her!

“Hey, Misty? Whatcha doin’, babe? Where are you?” But there was no response.

Damn! Where could she have gone off to?? Charlotte really needed a good orgasm right about now!

She wandered around their rather luxurious apartment until she opened the door to the sitting room. To her utter shock she saw a noose hanging from a hook in the ceiling! Mystique’s laptop was sitting open on the coffee table as well and her vibrator was sitting on their white leather couch. A set of handcuffs along with a video camera sat on top of a chest of drawers.

“What’s all this?” she murmured curiously. It certainly looked like her roommate had some masturbation ideas of her own! But what was with the noose, cuffs and video camera?

Charlotte came over to the couch and looked at her roommate’s laptop. There were two video icons with the strangest of names: “Choking” and “Garage Hanging”. Charlotte shook her head in amazement, glancing up at the noose again as it dangled from the ceiling of the sitting room.

“What kind of kinky bitch ARE you, hun?” she breathed softly. Then she sat down upon the couch and activated the choking video.

She saw a naked young woman she didn’t know sitting in a cushioned chair. Her arms were bound to the arms of the chair and her eyes were wide with fright. Then Mystique came into the picture in some domination garb, brandishing a long, double-ended dildo.

“This is for you, baby,” her roommate breathlessly told her victim. Then she shoved one end deep into the poor girl’s pussy. Her victim gasped aloud before whimpering with fright… “Misty?? NO! Don’t DO this!!”

Mystique just casually walked behind her. “Gawd; this is going to be good!” she breathed. Then she wrapped her fingers around the girl’s neck from behind and began to squeeze!

The poor thing began to gasp and gurgle, her face turning a nasty shade of red. Mystique briefly released her neck, allowing the woman to gasp for breath. Then she giggled as she wrapped her fingers around her neck and started to squeeze once more. The poor girl began writhing in the chair as though she was choking to death!

Charlotte couldn’t believe it!! It was shocking to think her roommate was capable of such a thing! Then the girl let out an orgasmic spray before she suddenly pissed herself, ultimately going limp in the chair!

“Gawd!” Charlotte breathed. “What kind of a kinky bitch are you, Misty?” She was utterly shocked! But for some reason her curiosity had been piqued and she pulled up the other video.

This time Mystique had a naked girl all noosed up in some garage. Once again she was wearing her domination garb as she pulled on her end of the rope, gleefully lifting the young woman up off the floor! Charlotte leaned forward in shock, getting a little more comfortable upon the couch.

Was her roommate actually going to hang this woman?? Her eyes were riveted to the laptop as she watched it in its entirety. By the time it was over she was strangely damp down below!

ae1“Gawd!” she breathed incredulously. Had Mystique really hung that poor woman? It sure as hell looked like it!! For some reason Charlotte hit replay and watched it all over again.

She couldn’t help touching herself a little as she watched it once more, listening to that naked girl gasp for breath. Her roommate really seemed to be enjoying lifting her up off the ground! Charlotte couldn’t believe how wet she was watching something so unbelievably erotic! Gawd; she actually had to watch it again!!

She grabbed the nearby vibrator and then turned it on, spreading the opening to her thong and then working the device in and out of her aching pussy. As the woman in the video gasped and gurgled, Charlotte moaned softly, trembling from terribly erotic tingles. That poor girl looked like she was actually strangling to death! But as Charlotte watched it yet again she simply couldn’t stop squirming, especially the way Misty seemed to be enjoying hurting that woman!

The young woman her roommate was hanging looked like she was suffering terribly. Her head was forced to one side by the noose and she gasped and gawked as she struggled to breathe. But the poor girl’s nipples were erect, indicating that on some level she must have been terribly aroused despite her distress. Charlotte whimpered with a strange excitement as she slowly vibrated herself.

ae2Charlotte looked up at the noose hanging from the ceiling of the sitting room. She couldn’t help wondering what that poor girl was experiencing feeling that coil of rope tighten around her neck. She was mesmerized with the video and she played it again and again, fucking herself with the buzzing dildo while glancing up at the noose.

Gawd! What kind of kinks was her crazy roommate into???!!!

ae3She found herself watching it for a sixth time, furiously fucking herself with the vibrator as the gasping woman’s face in the video turned red… again! The poor girl’s legs fluttered as she dangled off the ground, choking and gasping in obvious agony. That just made Charlotte fuck herself even harder! When the woman finally pissed herself and hung limp, Charlotte exploded in orgasm!

She panted heavily as the clip ended and she tried to compose herself. The climax she’d just experienced had been incredible! She was ashamed of herself for cumming at that poor girl’s hanging! But she just couldn’t help herself!

She looked up again in awe and reverence at the coil of rope dangling from the ceiling. This time she felt as if the damn thing was beckoning to her, calling for her to come feel its embrace! If she wanted to know what it felt like then she could certainly experience it for herself if she wanted!

An erotic shiver rippled through her nervous system as her body tingled like crazy. As if in a daze Charlotte stood up and set Misty’s vibrator down upon the coffee table. Then she slowly walked over to the noose.

The coil hung well above her head but she was able to easily reach up touch it with an outstretched hand. Instantly she felt an erotic jolt. Gawd! What would it feel like to hang, even if it was only for a second or two??

She looked over at the cushioned chair sitting up against the wall. It had no arms and would probably work just fine if she was careful while standing on it. She hesitated only a moment before walking over to it.

She picked it up and carried it over. She felt another erotic jolt as she placed it directly underneath the noose. Something asked her what the hell she was thinking! But it was as if she’d been enchanted by the dangling coil. All she wanted to do was experience what it felt like all looped around her neck!

ae4She carefully climbed onto the chair, mindful not to lose her balance. Then she grabbed the coil and slipped it around her neck. Almost immediately she felt an incredible jolt of arousal. “Gawd!” she breathed as she started to tremble.

She stood there for the longest time, panting heavily. She couldn’t help wondering what Mystique would think of her now, seeing her almost naked with a noose around her neck. Then she caught sight of the cuffs sitting over there upon the chest of drawers.

The woman in the video… she’d been cuffed too! Charlotte found herself wondering what that must have felt like, being cuffed and helpless… feeling extremely vulnerable before her wicked roommate had lifted her up off the floor of the garage. For a long moment she stared at the steel manacles.

“I wonder if I should?” she murmured. But what would it hurt? She could always chicken out at the last minute! Charlotte slipped the noose off from around her neck and then climbed down off the chair.

She walked over to the dresser and inspected the metal rings. She could tell right away they were magician’s cuffs. To prove it to herself she simply clatched one closed, worked the little switch and then popped it right back open.

‘Easy enough,’ she thought as she deliberately clatched one onto her wrist. With a deft flick of the switch she was able to pop it right back off. Now if she wanted to she could safely experience what it felt like to be cuffed and vulnerable with the noose around her neck!

Charlotte turned toward the dangling coil, feeling it beckon to her again. She deliberately latched a cuff onto her left wrist. Almost immediately she was hit with another jolt of wildly erotic tingles.

Gawd! The orgasm coming her way felt MONSTROUS!! But did she really want to go through with this??

ae5Charlotte walked over to the chair, hesitating for a moment. Then she took a deep breath before carefully climbing aboard. This time she was trembling so badly on rubbery legs that she had to pause and compose herself just to keep from losing her balance!

For a long moment she looked at the dangling coil hanging right in front of her. She cautiously reached out and grabbed the noose, breathlessly looping it around her neck. She gasped as she adjusted it against her throat, sending another electrical charge coursing through her quivering body. “Gawd!” she breathed again and a low moan slipped out past her lips.

ae6She paused for a moment, panting heavily. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, could feel her thong becoming extremely damp. Then she caught sight of herself in the small stand-alone mirror in the corner of the room. With the big wall mirror behind her she could actually see EVERYTHING!

Charlotte gasped at the reflection staring back at her. She hardly recognized herself! What she saw was a naked woman in sheer nylons and glistening thong panties staring back at her, erect nipples protruding from full breasts! For some reason it was sexy as hell and she let out another low moan. The idea that she could watch herself hang was frightfully intoxicating!

“What the hell are you doing, Char?!” she murmured uncertainly at her reflection. “Are you fucking INSANE???!!!” Then she became aware of the cuffs dangling from her wrist. Did she really want to do this??

As if in a dream, Charlotte numbly brought her arms behind her back and then started fumbling with the cuffs. With trembling hands she found the empty one and then clatched it onto her right wrist. Then she simply stood there staring at the mirror, trembling like crazy as she focused upon the image of a sexy, naked woman in handcuffs with a noose around her neck!

GAWD! What a rush! She was so fucking horny she could barely think straight! She was so excited – trembling so badly – that she almost lost her balance, her foot slipping off the chair!

ae7She quickly recovered, gasping anxiously. ‘GAWD; that was close!! I almost hanged myself!!’ Charlotte panted heavily for breath as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Her pussy throbbed with a terrible ache, her thong dripping from an incredible arousal. She was a total mess down below! And her nipples were so hard she thought they might pop off at any moment!!

Charlotte managed to calm down and compose herself. Then she remembered the video, remembering why she’d gone to all this trouble! Did she really want to know what that poor woman in the video had experienced?? Was she really that insane??

Her heart pounded in her chest, her body tingling like crazy. She could actually feel the approach of what felt like a mammoth orgasm! All she had to do was step off now and she would know what it felt like!

Her legs started to get all rubbery again and she suddenly wasn’t so sure! But she figured she could stick one foot off; that would be safe enough, right? After all, she only wanted a little taste! With her body tingling all over Charlotte gingerly started to step off the chair with her left foot.

ae8She paused almost immediately the moment the noose tightened around her neck! Charlotte gawked and gurgled as panic set in, her pussy suddenly screaming at her! That’s when she scrambled to get both feet back onto the chair, her heart pounding a mile a minute! She breathed a sigh of relief the moment both feet were safely back on the chair!

Gawd! That was awful! That had really hurt around her neck!! What the hell had she been thinking??!! And yet for that one brief moment it had also been so incredibly, unbelievably exhilarating!!

She was shaking like a leaf as she took long, deep breaths to compose herself. It had actually been a rather intense experience! But the more she thought about it the more she realized she’d nearly orgasmed!

“I think that’s enough,” she said aloud in a quivering voice, panting heavily to get her breath back. After all, she thought it was incredibly dangerous standing on a chair with a noose around one’s neck! But then she began questioning herself again.

She’d come close to experiencing what that poor woman in the video had gone through. Did she really want to quit now? Besides, she was almost convinced she was going to cream herself if she tried it one more time. And after all, wasn’t that really the reason why she was up here on the chair in the first place?

She looked at the image reflected back to her in the mirror… felt another erotic shudder ripple throughout her body. That crazy bitch in the noose looked sexy as hell! And didn’t she really want to see what she would look like hanging in midair?? Besides, maybe she could do this to Mystique someday… hang her roommate once she got back from who knows where she’d gone!

Gawd! Now wouldn’t THAT be hot!!

Charlotte whimpered nervously, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. It had been rather terrifying feeling the noose tighten around her neck. But she HAD almost cum! And the feeling HAD been incredible! Besides, her pussy was on fire and she desperately wanted that release!

‘All you have to do is lift your knees up!’ she told herself. ‘Just lift them up! I’ll bet you cum up a storm!’

For a moment Charlotte hesitated again, struggling to catch her breath. Then she slowly bent her knees, allowing the noose to tighten around her neck. She felt the coil constrict ominously around her airway and she started to hesitate. But at the same time she felt it rush toward her, an orgasm of mammoth proportions!

She hesitated only a moment before making her decision. Staring at the image in the mirror, she lifted her knees higher, pulling her feet completely up off the chair. The noose immediately forced her head off to one side and…

Gawd!! That girl in the mirror!!! SHE’S HANGING; SHE’S ACTUALLY HANGING!!

Charlotte’s eyes rolled as she instinctively brought her thighs together. That’s when it slammed into her with devastating fury. It was an incredible wave of intense pleasure, a wave that washed hotly through her body from head to toe.

ae9SHE WAS DOING IT; SHE WAS ACTUALLY HANGING! And she was still cumming so very, very hard, her body swaying back and forth!! GAWD; WHAT A FUCKING RUSH!!!

She looked at the mirror and saw an incredible image reflected back to her, one of a naked woman hanging! She looked so incredibly sexy like that, especially since she could see the eyes rolled up in rapture! She saw the thighs rub together, the body gently sway as it was rocked by an incredibly intense orgasm that never seemed to want to end!

…and then the door suddenly opened and her roommate walked in…

“Char, are you in here… CHARLOTTE???!!! OH MY GAWD!!!” Mystique’s eyes flew open in astonishment as she watched Charlotte with her knees bent, twisting and swaying in the noose in their sitting room!

ae10Charlotte was absolutely mortified! Her feet instantly fluttered for the surface of the chair beneath her as her face flushed crimson. She gurgled as she struggled to find solid footing underneath her.

Mystique looked at her incredulously. Then she indignantly put her fists on her hips. “What the hell is THIS, you crazy bitch??!!”

ae11Charlotte was totally embarrassed being caught naked in such a kinky, compromising situation. All she could do was stammer… “Uh… uh… I, uh… I was just, uh… I can explain, Misty!” But how was she supposed to explain how watching the video on her roommate’s laptop had led to her desire to experience the noose??!!

Her roommate walked right up to her, her face clouded over in disgust. “You’re almost naked, standing there with your head in a noose and your arms cuffed behind your back… and you say you can EXPLAIN all this??!! This I’ve just GOT to hear!” Her roommate impatiently tapped her foot, waiting expectantly.

Charlotte was ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated… and strangely she was turned on like crazy! ”I, uh… I came in here and saw, uh… saw the noose in the ceiling! And then I saw your laptop was open and I, uh… I got a little curious and I, uh… watched a video clip! I guess I, uh… I wondered what it might feel like and I, uh… I saw the handcuffs on the dresser and I, uh… I guess I got, uh… got a little curious!”

“Is THAT your explanation??” Mystique blurted out in amazement. “You were CURIOUS??!! You’re fucking CRAZY; do you know that???!!!”

Charlotte gulped as her face flushed crimson again. Then to her utter astonishment a smile slowly blossomed all over her roommate’s face! Mystique actually started chuckling!

“You know what, Char?” she said with a lustful look in her expression. “I actually thought long and hard before I set all this up for you to find. A part of me figured you would never be so stupid as to actually climb up onto a chair and willingly stick your head into that noose!”

“But then you know what I remembered?” she continued. “I remembered how you told me you like bondage and how you are always willing to try out new things, especially when you get so turned on! I took a risk letting you find that hanging I recorded in that woman’s garage. But you performed beyond my wildest expectations, baby!” Then she licked her lips, smiling sinisterly.

Charlotte was shocked! “You mean you… you set this all up on PURPOSE??!! …just to see if I’d stick my head in your damn NOOSE??!!”

“You fell right into it, you silly, stupid bitch!” Then she leaned forward conspiratorially.

“You want to know something, Char? I’ve ALWAYS wanted to hang you! Do you know how many nights I went to bed and fingered myself picturing you swinging back and forth at the end of a rope?”

Charlotte gasped in shock, her eyes flying open in horror as a massive jolt of fearfully erotic tingles hit her hard. “You’re j-joking; right, M-Misty?? You’re not serious, are you? You don’t really wanna H-HANG me, do you??!!” Now she was really trembling like crazy, her pussy dripping as it throbbed again.

“Serious as a fucking heart attack, Char!” Mystique declared eagerly. “Damn, girl; haven’t you LOOKED at yourself in the mirror I set up for you?? You look so fucking sexy standing there with a noose around your neck!! I’m so fucking horny I can hardly THINK straight! I can’t WAIT to kick that chair out from underneath your feet and watch you dance up a storm for me!”

Charlotte inhaled sharply, trying to swallow down the panic that had welled up into her throat. Surely her roommate was kidding, right?? Surely she wasn’t serious about wanting to watch her swing, was she??!!! She was just playing with her, right?

Charlotte was terribly aroused… and suddenly more than a little frightened. She could feel her nipples protruding out of her breasts, her pussy leaking copious amounts of her arousal as she stood upon rubbery legs. But her roommate sounded serious!

“Very funny, Misty,” she stammered nervously. “But I’ve experienced what it feels like and I’m ready to come down now. So I think I’ll just work on these cuffs and get myself down from here!”

She was just starting to fumble around with her wrists when Mystique grabbed her right leg. “I don’t think so, hun!” she chuckled with a wicked grin. “You’re not going anywhere! I didn’t set this whole thing up just so you could come down before I got to watch you swing! You just stay right where you are! Personally I like what I’m looking at! Baby, you’re making me so fucking horny standing there on that chair with that noose around your neck!”

Charlotte gasped anxiously, squawking in alarm as she tried to maintain her balance on one leg. “Let go of me, Misty!” she blurted out. “Let go or I might lose my balance and… and…” Her voice trailed off when she saw her roommate’s eyes twinkle mischievously.

“…and what?” Mystique finished for her. “You might hang for real? But that’s exactly what I want to see, baby! I want to watch you hang for real! I figured I was going to have to knock you out and then string you up myself! But here you are, all ready for me to have my fun!!”

“Misty; NO!” Charlotte blurted out. Mystique just giggled as she began seductively caressing her roommate’s nyloned leg. Charlotte whimpered with fright, her arms jerking around behind her back as she struggled to maintain her balance on the toes of one unsteady leg!

ae12“Now wouldn’t that be a shame,” Mystique murmured excitedly, “…you losing your balance and accidentally hanging yourself in our sitting room? Why I had no idea you entertained such deadly fantasies, Char! After all, that’s what I’m going to tell the police after you’re gone… that you must have set this all up on your own! Besides, you should know better than to go around sticking your head into nooses!”

“”You BITCH!” Charlotte gasped in horror, trembling like mad. “You won’t get away with this! The cops won’t believe you! They’ll find out what you did! You’ll PAY for this, Misty! They’ll hang you for sure!! You hang me and they’re DEFINITELY going to hang YOU!!”

“Oh, they’ll believe me, all right,” her roommate chuckled. “Things like this happen every day!” Then she grinned wickedly at her roommate. “You should thank me for this, Char.”

“THANK YOU??!!” Charlotte blurted out in shock. “FOR WHAT???!!!”

“For giving you the best orgasm of your life, of course! I hear that some women go out with a bang when they hang! Beatrice sure did!”

“Beatrice?” Charlotte repeated in alarm. “Who the hell is Beatrice?!”

“Why, she’s the one I hung in her garage of course!” her roommate chuckled. “It wasn’t easy setting up the camera on a tripod and then pulling on the other end of the rope that lifted her up off the ground. She really fought me, of course! But I could tell she had one whiz-bang of an orgasm just before she pissed herself and died.”

“You actually KILLED HER??!!” Charlotte gasped in horror. In response Mystique simply sat down and started removing her heels!

“Misty??” she gasped in alarm. “What are you DOING??!!”

“I’m just getting more comfortable,” her roommate responded casually. Charlotte began to squirm anxiously as she fumbled for the handcuffs on her wrists.

ae13“Ah – ah – ahh!” Mystique admonished with a waggle of her finger, an undercurrent of menace to her voice. “We’ll have none of that now! Leave those cuffs alone, hun! You wanted to feel the noose around your neck, Char! So just stand still and enjoy yourself!”

Charlotte whimpered anxiously, her nipples extremely hard and her thong totally soaked. Then she watched as her roommate pulled her shirt and bra up over her head. “Misty, don’t do this to me!” she begged in a pleading voice.

ae14“Sorry, Char, but I just can’t help myself! Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long, long time!” Charlotte was astonished to see how hard her roommate’s nipples were… horrified as she now realized how turned on Misty was at the prospect of hanging her!!

“Don’t you think it’s time I got down from here?” she tried again. “C’mon, Misty; my legs are hurting!”

“Oh, that’s ok, hun!” her roommate responded sympathetically. “You won’t be standing much longer anyway.” Then she purred softly with anticipation, murmuring, “Gawd, this is going to be so good! I’m so fucking horny right now!”

“Misty; NO!” Charlotte stammered. Her roommate just walked up to her, seductively caressing her trembling flesh.

“Gawd, you look so fucking sexy! And I can tell you’re excited about this too, hun! Your nipples are about ready to pop off!” Charlotte whimpered as her sadistic roommate fingered her hardened nubs!

Mystique suddenly wrapped her arms around her and hugged her, pressing their exposed flesh together. Charlotte felt soft kisses upon her quivering body and she whimpered in erotic terror. “I’m so glad you’re doing this for me, hun,” her roommate murmured appreciatively. “You don’t know how much this means to me!”

Charlotte almost lost her balance as her roommate hugged her while softly kissing her stomach. “Misty?” she pleaded. “Mystique??!! Please don’t do that! I might lose my balance and…”

ae15“…hang?” her roommate purred excitedly. “Now that would be unfortunate, hun… finding you hanging from the noose in here?” Her voice indicated it would not be unfortunate at all… at least from her point of view!

“Damnit, Misty; you can’t DO this to me!” Charlotte blurted out. In response her roommate gave her a bit of a shove.

Charlotte cried out in horror, almost losing her balance as her feet shuffled underneath her. She felt an erotic jolt hit her hard and she moaned weakly. Her pussy was screaming at her; she was actually on the verge of cumming again!!

“Oopsie!” Mystique giggled. “Now that was naughty of me. My bad!”

“You… you BITCH!”

“You’re right; I AM a sadistic bitch!” Mystique admitted with a giggle. “But you? Now you should know better, Char!”

“KNOW BETTER??!!”

“You should know better than to play auto-erotic asphyxia games all by yourself, hun! Something terrible could happen and you could lose your balance and hang yourself!! Don’t you know you should never play alone?” Then her eyes twinkled lustfully.

“Besides… let’s be honest! I like to watch! If you’re going to hang yourself then you should at least have the decency to tell your roommate so she can enjoy your last minutes as you perform your sexy air-dance!” Charlotte gasped in horror as she really got the shakes.

“Misty, you WOULDN’T!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I? It’s not my fault you climbed up onto that chair and stuck your head in that noose! It’s not my fault if you lose your balance and hang yourself!”

She mischievously gave her roommate another ominous shove. Charlotte cried out, panting heavily for breath. “Oopsie!” her roommate repeated with a giggle.

“Misty, STOP IT! Get me down from here!”

“No can do, hun,” her roommate chuckled. “Now let’s see how wet you really are!”

Charlotte gawked in alarm as her roommate suddenly grabbed her left leg and put it on top of her shoulder, making her even more unstable on the chair. “You protest a lot but I honestly think you’re enjoying this, Char,” Mystique chuckled. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

“Misty; No… mmmmmm!” Charlotte moaned weakly as her roommate reached out and started rubbing her dripping thong.

“Do you know how fucking wet you are down here, Char?” she purred seductively. “This thong is totally soaked! No wonder you want to hang! You have GOT to be enjoying this!”

ae16“I’m N-NOT enjoying this!” Charlotte stammered. “Now g-get me down, ok? Please??”

Mystique gently eased her roommate’s leg back down on the chair, smiling sympathetically at her. For a moment Charlotte felt a surge of hope that her roommate was finally going to let her down. But to her utter horror she saw Misty walk over and pick up the vibrating dildo off the coffee table. “Obviously I’m going to need this,” the cruel woman murmured aloud.

“Misty, NO!”

Mystique looked at the camera on top of the dresser and picked it up as well. “I’m also going to want to take some sexy video of this. After all, you can’t tell when you’re going to need to watch a hot hanging clip after a hard day’s work.”

“NO! Misty, don’t DO this! I’m your ROOMMATE, for gawd’s sake! We’re FRIENDS!”

“I’m going to want to get some good shots of those kicking legs,” she went on thoughtfully, totally ignoring Charlotte’s frantic pleadings…

“Bitch! You won’t get away with this! They’ll send you to the gallows, you stupid cunt! They’re gonna hang you for sure!!”

“Better make sure this thing is on and the batteries are good,” Mystique continued, studying her camera. Then she opened up the LCD display and focused it in on her subject.

“You BITCH!” Charlotte gasped in desperation. “You’re gonna so fucking PAY for this!” She was trembling like crazy, her pussy continuing to leak her fearful arousal.

ae17“Batteries seem to be good,” Mystique mused, totally ignoring her terrified roommate. “After all, we wouldn’t want it to shut off prematurely before I can record the moment she pisses herself and dies.”

“NO, MYSTIQUE!” Charlotte blurted out in horror, barely able to maintain her footing with her rubbery legs. “Gawd, baby; don’t DO this to me!”

“Everything seems ready,” Mystique observed as she continued ignoring her roommate’s protests. She was still holding the vibrator in her other hand. Then she lifted up the video camera.

“You wanna give me a smile, babe?” She asked cheerfully. “Smile; you’re on Candid Camera! Now I want to make sure the focus is good. And stick out that chest of yours, ok? Your tits are driving me crazy.”

“MISTY, YOU BITCH! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” Charlotte was on the verge of collapsing into absolute panic, her chest rising and falling as she started to hyperventilate.

ae18“Everything’s ready!” Mystique suddenly announced. She turned around and carefully placed the camera back on the top of the dresser, making sure to point it in the right direction. Then she turned back around to look up at her frightened roommate with wicked glee.

“I’ll bet you’re going crazy waiting for that orgasm to strike; am I right, Char? Well I think I’ve delayed things long enough! I think it’s time for you to swing! Besides, I’m so wet in this tight, shiny latex outfit that I’m about ready to explode!” Charlotte inhaled sharply, whimpering and moaning as she struggled to keep her rubbery legs from collapsing underneath her.

“Thank gawd for vibrators!” her roommate chuckled as she held it up. Then she motioned at her shiny black leggings. “Why the hell do you think I wore THIS it in here?? The buzz of the vibrator will penetrate straight through! I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it any longer!” Charlotte gasped, moaning pitifully.

“Enjoy the ride, hun!” Mystique declared as she brought her leg up, putting her bare foot upon the edge of the chair while holding the vibrator behind her back. “I know I’m sure going to!!”

ae19“Misty; NO!” Charlotte blurted out in horror, her voice hoarse. Her cuffed arms started waving frantically behind her back as though instinctively fighting against her bondage. She felt it swell within her like the rush of a massive wave heading toward shore; she was going to cum any second now!

With an abrupt kick from her roommate, the chair flew out from underneath her and bounced off the opposite wall. Charlotte instantly dropped, feeling the noose abruptly take her full weight. It was a total shock to her system and she grunted as she hit the end of the rope.

Her breath was almost choked off completely. Almost immediately her legs instinctively started to kick around, frantically feeling for the floor below her as her body began to fight the noose. That’s when it slammed into her, an orgasm of devastating proportions!

She gawked, jerking and struggling against the constricting coil, her body swinging and twisting. “Gawd; just LOOK at you!” Mystique breathed, totally spellbound with the scene before her. “Hanging only a few seconds and you’re already cumming like gangbusters!! Gawd, baby; that is so fucking hot! You should see yourself in the mirror, Char! Go on; take a look! You look so fucking sexy! Gawd, just look at those nipples!”

ae20As her roommate fought the noose, her legs starting to pedal, Mystique quickly turned the vibrator on and brought it up to her crotch. Right away she felt the buzzing penetrate clear through, reaching her sensitive, swollen nub. She began writhing and groaning, murmuring softly as she watched Charlotte go into an incredibly sexy air-dance…

“Gawd, yeah… hang for me, Char… that is so fucking hot… kick for me, you sexy bitch… gawd, you look hot… this is SOO much better than some dumb ol’ garage… hang for me, baby… give me that sexy dance of death!”

ae21Had someone been outside on the balcony looking in, they would have been witness to a horrifying spectacle: a young woman in sheer stockings hanging suspended from the ceiling by her neck while her roommate looked on, masturbating herself with a vibrator. But there was no one on the balcony to observe such a shocking display. However that didn’t mean there were no witnesses at all…

ae22—

In an apartment across the street on a lower floor, a man watched intently through his telescope. Philip had made a point of peeping into that particular apartment ever since he’d caught one of its occupants standing nude by the window several weeks ago. Now he was seeing something he would have never thought possible!

He was shocked when he’d seen one of the tenants climb up nude onto a chair, only to stick her head into a noose hanging from the ceiling. He’d watched in astonishment as she appeared to test the weight of her body against the dangling coil of rope. In a flash he’d rushed over and picked up his cell phone, preparing to make an emergency call, fearing he’d stumbled upon a suicide in progress.

Amazingly she didn’t kick the chair out from underneath her! Instead she simply lifted her knees up as though seeing what it was like to be fully suspended and strangling! Philip had immediately developed a serious bulge in his trousers!

The other tenant suddenly stepped into the room, one he assumed was the roommate as he’d seen her over there many times before. Judging by her reaction, the one in the nose was surprised if not embarrassed at having been caught. The one who’d just stepped into the room seemed shocked at finding her fellow tenant in the noose dangling up above the chair.

To his surprise the newcomer didn’t immediately help her roommate down out of the noose. Instead she removed her shirt and bra, and he’d quickly fine-tuned his telescope in order to get a good look at her breasts. Now both women were wearing nothing above the waist!

To his utter astonishment he watched as the woman erotically fondled her noosed roommate while she stood upon the chair, playing with her body as though she was turned on by it or something equally kinky! He saw her fetch the camera, appearing to focus it in before setting it up on the dresser. Then to his absolute shock, she stepped up and deliberately kicked the chair out from under her roommate’s feet!!

For a few seconds he was frozen in place, utterly shocked that he was actually watching some woman hang her roommate! That poor girl was kicking up a storm and the girl with her was doing nothing to save her! On the contrary, the way her roommate was rubbing that vibrator in her crotch made him think she was getting off on it!! It looked like the bitch actually WANTED to hang her roommate!!!

ae23Philip took his cell phone and quickly dialed 911, even as his cock throbbed shamefully in his trousers. “I’d like to report a murder in progress!” he told the operator when she asked him what the emergency was. “It’s happening in an upper apartment across the street from where I live! I think this woman is hanging her roommate!”

ae24—

Officer Colette Donaldson was finishing typing out the girl’s paperwork. “Is there any next of kin you wish us to contact?” she asked without looking up. “I see this is your third offense. Three strikes and we execute you.”

“Execute me??” the young woman with the tattoos gasped in alarm. “For SHOPLIFTING?”

ae25“This is your third offense, my dear,” the officer explained. “That qualifies you for summary execution by garrote.” Then she smiled wickedly. “I hope I’m chosen for the task. I’d simply LOVE to strangle the life out of a tattooed slut like you!”

Her prisoner gasped in alarm… “You WOULDN’T! You… you CAN’T! I was only caught shoplifting!”

“Well you certainly won’t get caught shoplifting again; of that I can assure you!” the officer explained. But just then the phone rang, a blaring ring that made the poor girl jump with a start as she sat there frightened out of her wits, her arms cuffed behind her back. The officer smiled grimly at her before calmly answering it…

ae26“Donaldson here… a 911 call? Hanging her roommate you say?? If I bring her in do I get to take her to the gallows myself? …excellent! …no, you were right to call me on this one! I’m on it! Thanks, Johnson; I owe you big time for this! I always did want to hang a deserving bitch!” Then she hung up the phone.

“Looks like I’ve got to step away for a little while, hun,” she told the prisoner. “Looks like I may get to dispense a little justice with a noose! But don’t worry your pretty head none! I’ll be back to execute you with the garrote good and proper. Just be thankful I’m not officer Moody! He likes to spit ‘em and then roast ‘em alive!”

The prisoner gulped in horror, gasping and whimpering. Officer Donaldson chuckled as she left her desk. “This will give you some time to think about the mess you’ve made of your life, honey. If I were you I’d spend some time getting ready to meet your Maker.” The poor girl gasped again as Colette calmly walked away, waiting until the officer was out of earshot before quietly muttering… “I hope you get yours, Officer Bitch!”

ae27—

Charlotte tried to keep still but it was an impossibility! The strain around her neck all but choked her breath off, making her legs fly haphazardly as she fought the noose. Her face had turned a nasty shade of red and she gurgled as yet another orgasm slammed into her.

To her horror her roommate had moved to the couch to enjoy the show. She was on her back with her knees bent, buzzing her crotch with that damned vibrator! Mystique was propped up on one arm, watching in erotic fascination with a glazed look in her eyes as she gasped and then climaxed again! Charlotte couldn’t believe Misty was calmly lying there getting off on her hanging!!

ae28She tried to cry out, begging to be taken down! But it came out as nothing more than a strangled gurgle. Her legs kicked even harder as she struggled simply to take in another breath!

Her bitch of a roommate simply moaned in ecstasy as she furiously worked that damned vibrator. At the same time Charlotte thought she could hear the sound of that garage hanging playing loudly on Misty’s laptop! Gawd; was she watching both hangings at the same time??!!

ae29It swelled within her once again and then exploded in a fiery eruption of white-hot pleasure! Charlotte’s knees jerked upwards for a couple of seconds before her legs shot straight out, her back arching as though she was proudly displaying her breasts! “Fuck, that’s so hot!” her roommate breathed, totally enthralled with her performance. “This one’s dead again and you’re well on your way, baby! Gawd! Your dance is so fucking hot!!!”

ae30Charlotte felt exhaustion setting in – sheer exhaustion! She could hardly breathe and it was getting hard to feel her legs now! She could tell they were still kicking a little; her body still fighting the noose! But she was growing desperate, her lungs on fire from lack of air! The video camera on the dresser dutifully captured it all.

ae31“Gawd, Char!” Mystique gasped, panting heavily in the midst of her sexual elation. “You look absolutely stunning!! Now why don’t you take it all the way home for me, ok? Let’s see you piss yourself, baby!”

Charlotte was horrified! She wanted to scream at her roommate for being so evil! But at the same time it was so shamefully erotic that her legs instinctively spread wide, revealing her dripping pussy. Then she winced and shuddered yet again, unable to keep from climaxing so painfully hard. Her back arched as her hands flexed helplessly behind her back, her breath rasping in her throat as her tongue started to peek out past her lips.

ae32“FUCK!” Mystique gasped deliriously. “YOU’RE CUMMING AGAIN; AREN’T YOU!! OH GAWD, IT FEELS SO GOOD!”

She braced her feet upon the couch and arched her back, furiously rubbing her crotch with her hand as she watched her exhausted roommate dangle quietly. She let out an orgasmic cry as it flushed hotly through her body. She bucked and shuddered, noticing how Char was now slowing down. The show was almost over, her roommate’s incredibly sexy performance nearing its end.

ae33Charlotte’s feet fluttered weakly, even though she could no longer feel them. A numbness had settled in and was rapidly climbing her legs and arms! She could actually feel the organs in her body starting to fail! But amazingly her bitch of a roommate was still masturbating on the couch, deliriously crying out… “FUCK – FUCK – FUCK! GAWD; THAT’S SO HOT! I’M CUMMING AGAIN, CHAR! GAWD, YOU’RE SO FUCKING SEXY!!”

ae34Charlotte tried to breathe… couldn’t! She tried to kick… couldn’t! Her feet fluttered, her fingers wriggling slightly. She was screaming in her mind… SHE’S REALLY GOING TO LET ME DIE! GAWD, MISTY; DON’T LET ME DIE UP HERE??!!

Charlotte suddenly became aware of the sound of liquid streaming into a puddle upon the sitting room carpet. That’s when she realized she’d lost control of her bladder! She was embarrassed, ashamed… utterly humiliated… GAWD, MISTY! YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO GRANT ME A LITTLE DIGNITY???

ae35She heard her roommate gasp, “OH FUCK!” as the bitch furiously masturbated. Then her vision failed her as her body trembled, her legs wobbling as she softly swayed back and forth. There was one last spasm from randomly firing nerve endings before Charlotte slowly faded away.

Mystique gasped as she intently watched her roommate’s final moments. Then she came so very, very hard! “Oh gawd; that was good!” she panted weakly, her body shuddering from yet another incredibly intense orgasm.

“Fuck – fuck – FUCK! Char, you sure put on one HELL of a performance; did you know that?! I’m going to remember this one ‘til my dying day!! GAWD, baby; that was AWESOME!!!”

Mystique lay sprawled upon their white leather couch, panting heavily while luxuriating from the delicious aftershocks she was experiencing. Charlotte hung limp and lifeless, her vacant eyes staring accusingly. Misty took a quick look at the garage hanging on her laptop and then looked at her incredibly sexy roommate dangling from the noose! As far as she was concerned there was no comparison!! Watching her roommate hang had been the best one of all!!

ae36© 2012

(written for Odin Apr 8 by riwa)

(The idea and the poser renders are courtesy of Odin. Posers renders are for illustration purposes only.)

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Double-teaming the babysitter 4 (3)

Posted on January 1, 2015 by riwa

(repost)

My name is Adina. I’m the babysitter. I babysit Mr. Johnson’s kids. He has two boys – five and six – and his daughter is eight.

He works a lot but he loves his kids. They’re important to him so they’re important to me. I really like Mr. Johnson and he’s good to me! So I take really good care of his kids!

He’s divorced and he has the house. It’s a good house with a nice, backyard pool. The pool is great and I’m in it with his kids every day!

I’ve met his ex-wife. She’s a real bitch; she doesn’t know what she’s thrown away. She took up a lover and moved in with him. And she demands to have the kids on the weekends.

Mr. Johnson is too nice to deprive them of their mother even if she is a slut! So he lets them see her whenever she wants. That just means I get to come over on the weekends and have him all to myself.

You see Mr. Johnson loves fucking in the pool. But he told me his bitch of a wife doesn’t even like getting her hair wet! That’s ok with me because that just means I can come over and get a good dicking in the pool any time I want!

I think she knows about us… but frankly I don’t give a damn! And from what I’ve heard Mr. Johnson doesn’t give a damn either! She can go on and be a jealous bitch for all I care! She doesn’t do the things for him like I do!

He’s not the only one I fuck around with. Sometimes his brother comes over and joins us in the pool! I love those days the most! That just means I get a good double-teaming underwater!

Take the other day for example! His brother came over while I was in the pool giving Mr. Johnson’s cock some tender, loving care. Of course his brother quickly shed his clothes and got right in with us! But I didn’t mind one damn bit! That just meant more cock for me!

I was wearing my favorite checkered bikini, the one Mr. Johnson loves to see me in when he’s watching me in the pool with his kids. So naturally I wear it for him whenever I come over for some hot, underwater fucking! Funny thing though… it never stays on for very long. No matter! I love the way his cock gets all hard on me whenever he sees me.

Anyway I was in the pool and his brother came over and got into the water with us so I had two cocks to play with! Let me tell you: I was in hog heaven! I knew then it was going to be one hot afternoon of bubbling sex, especially since I was going to get two cocks in my pussy instead of one!

I started off being underwater with Mr. Johnson’s cock in my mouth and his brother’s in my hand. Now Mr. Johnson likes to keep himself nice and shaved while his brother has a little hair down there. But I don’t mind either way, especially if it means getting some delicious man-meat going down my throat!!

adina3-01Now I’m not one of those wussy bitches who have to come up for air every 10 seconds. Like I said before, I swim all the time in Mr. Johnson’s pool with his kids. And I’ve learned to hold my breath for quite awhile, especially since those crazy kids love to make me chase after their toys on the bottom!

I’ve gotten pretty good at it if I do say so myself! And Mr. Johnson loves it when I stay down awhile. I think he loves watching me strain to hold my breath! So when he and his brother are in the pool I don’t once hesitate! I move from one cock right to the other on the same breath, taking his brother deep down my throat and moaning and bubbling like I’m in heat or something!

adina3-03Now Mr. Johnson’s brother has one tasty cock; let me tell you! I love sucking on it like a lollipop and then taking it all the way down my fucking throat! The way it twitches in my mouth makes me so damned turned on that I sometimes think I could hold my breath and suck cock forever! And that hair above his balls is just the cutest thing!!

adina3-05But I really love sucking Mr. Johnson’s cock the most! I can suck it all day with nothing but little bubbles leaking out of my nose until my chest is heaving like crazy! Gawd; what a fucking thrill!!

adina3-07Anyway, it was right about then when Mr. Johnson’s brother got to the business of taking my top off. He loves playing with my tits, especially when my hands are full and I have a mouth full of cock. I couldn’t protest or anything because I was holding my breath with a big mouthful of my employer’s juicy dick… not that I would utter a single, solitary word of protest, mind you! After all, I love it when they grope my tits!!

adina3-10Of course my bottoms came off lickety-split! And do you want to know why? It’s because Mr. Johnson loves doing a little muff-diving!!

adina3-11Do you know what it does to a girl to have her cunt licked underwater?? Why it makes me want to scream!! I sure am glad when I can fill my mouth with cock and focus on sucking while Mr. Johnson is eating me out! Otherwise I might blow all my breath away and have to come up for air!!

adina3-12He is so fucking GOOD, let me tell you! That tongue of his drives me absolutely insane!! It’s all I can do to hold my breath and suck cock while he’s eating me out! Half the time my lungs are left heaving from lack of air!! That’s what makes it such a thrill!!

adina3-14But Mr. Johnson isn’t the only one who likes to muff-dive! His brother is just as talented! They turn me around while I’m still holding my breath and this time it’s the brother’s tongue I feel giving me a really good poke in my twat!

adina3-19With my lungs heaving and me wanting to scream I really have to focus on blowing my employer! I have to hang onto him as I take him deep down my throat while my pussy is getting a good tongue-fucking! And it’s all I can do to hold my breath when it feels so fucking good!!

adina3-21They don’t even let me up for a breath when his brother gives me a poke with his dick! By then my lungs are usually on fire and I’m hot as molten lava! Being breathless and fucked underwater is an experience I think all bitches ought to try at least once!!

adina3-22His brother always gives it to me good and hard like he ain’t had pussy in a long time! It’s a glorious fuck, let me tell you! I’m usually all dazed and breathless before I’m finally allowed to go up for a quick breath of air!

adina3-23One loud gasp and I’m right back down for more dick! This is when I try to take Mr. Johnson’s cock as far down my throat as I can! Sometimes I like to think they’re trying to drown me and I’m going to go out with a smile on my face, a hot cock in my mouth and a good dick up my cunt!

adina3-25Mr. Johnson’s brother loves to give it to me good and hard from behind! I think that’s the position I love underwater the most, impaled with dicks in both ends! By now I’m so hot for cock that I think I’ve actually stretched out my breath-holding skills by a good 30-45 seconds or more!!

adina3-28You have no idea what it does to me when I finally get to feel Mr. Johnson’s cock up my cunt! It gives me a thrill like you wouldn’t believe feeling him give me the pounding I deserve! And of course I have to make sure I don’t leave his brother’s cock unattended, right?

adina3-30Sometimes I feel that cock go so deep inside me that I can’t even think straight!! All I know is that these two could drown me any time they felt like it… and there wouldn’t be a fucking thing I could do about it!! And you know what?? Sometimes I fantasize about that!!

adina3-32With Mr. Johnson giving it to me so good I swear it must turn his brother on to see me get pounded like that! That’s when I think he gets so horny that he wants to get rough with me! I end up getting a hand on the back of my head and a cock thrust clear down my fucking throat! And with my lungs usually heaving by that point… what a fucking RUSH!!!

adina3-33Stretched out underwater with my lungs heaving… impaled by two cocks… I’m nothing but a fuck-toy to the both of them! And it’s such a fucking thrill to be used like that! They have no idea how hard I cum when I’m out of air and impaled in both ends!

adina3-36Lungs heaving… pussy being pounded… throat-gagged… grunting and bubbling… WHAT – A – THRILL!! I can’t imagine a better way to spend an afternoon in a pool!! Who cares if they drown my ass! Just drown me in cum; that’s all that matters!!

adina3-39It used to surprise me when I found out how long Mr. Johnson can hold his breath. But not anymore! One of his favorite positions is to have me sit on his cock while he’s on the bottom of the pool. And if his brother is around that just means I get to keep my mouth busy!

adina3-43It feels so fucking good riding that cock! And what a ride it is, feeling him thrust hard up into my cunt as I gag on his brother’s tasty man-meat! Both cocks at once… service for two, anybody?

adina3-45But it’s when they hold onto me and won’t let me surface that really sets me off… lungs heaving… getting all dizzy like that! I swear Mr. Johnson has a little bit of a sadistic streak; I suppose his bitch of an ex-wife made him that way! All I know is that I’m wincing – straining for all I’m worth – bubbles trickling out of my nose as my lungs scream at me! Then I’m cumming up a fucking storm!

adina3-46After going up and catching my breath – and it’s a damn quick one at that – it’s right back down below the surface where Mr. Johnson’s brother gets to poke me again! Of course my pussy is all wet from having cum so he just slides right in! That just allows me the treat of sucking my employer’s cock again!

adina3-49It may not be a monster cock or anything like that. But he sure as hell knows what to do with it! And I love sucking on it every chance I get, especially if it means I have to hold my breath while I’m doing it!

adina3-54Heaving chest… aching lungs… snorting bubbles… I don’t fucking care! It’s that cum I want to see… that yummy, creamy cum!

adina3-57And you know what? I’m always rewarded, no matter how long he makes me hold my fucking breath! Sooner or later I see him explode! I just love watching it shoot out everywhere, especially knowing I’m the one who was responsible for making it happen!!

adina3-61Then it’s over to take care of his brother! After all, he deserves to cum too! And I just love feeling his cock twitch in my mouth until I know it’s about to blow!!

adina3-66And thar she blows, jetting into my mouth! What a fucking rush! What a thrill to make Mr. Johnson and his brother cum in the pool!

adina3-68Like I say, it makes me one happy camper to have two cocks to play with in the pool. That poor bitch Mrs. Johnson doesn’t know what the hell she’s missing! Oh well… that just leaves more for me!!

adina3-71© 2014

(written Jan 7 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua Entertainment and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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An Emma short story 3.6 (5)

Posted on December 26, 2014 by riwa

I thought I would share this with everyone. (Emma loved it) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Emma was not happy when she found out she had to stay after work and clean the pool. It was Christmas Eve; she wanted to spend it at home. At least she’d thought to pack her wetsuit in her vehicle. That way if she had to clean the pool, at least she could get off doing it.

After everyone had left, Emma went out and fetched her wetsuit. She locked the front door behind her, making sure no one would barge in on her. She didn’t want any unwelcome visitors, not on Christmas Eve. That would mean they were up to no good.

She quickly changed out of her clothes and into her wetsuit. She also slipped into her scuba booties. She wanted to feel the vibrations of the hose on her feet as the buzzing of her soles through her booties would give her nice, erotic tingles.

She strung the hose out and turned on the vacuum. The hose dutifully began suctioning water through its coils, water and bits of loose debris. Emma worked the shallow end first, occasionally resting a booted foot against a vibrating coil. The buzz made her moan as the tingles shot straight up her legs and settled in her kitty.

She pushed the head of the vacuum out into deeper water along the pool floor, stretching the hose farther out. She nudged some of the coils close to the edge of the pool, feeling an erotic buzz over what she was considering. Then with an “accidental kick” she sent a bunch of coils into the water.

The hose immediately headed for the bottom of the pool, spasming as it continued to suction water through its coils. Just as Emma planned, some of the loose coils “had wrapped themselves” around her ankles. She let out a cry as she was pulled off the side of the pool into the water.

She was dragged all the way to the bottom, the coils still spasming as they sucked water throughout the length of the hose. She could feel the vibrations against the soles of her feet and she swooned at the erotic “plight” she was in. She “had gotten herself into trouble” and was now all tangled up at the bottom of the pool.

Emma tugged on the hose as it continued to suck water through its coils. Her booties were still feeling the vibrations; that and the erotic peril had her right where she wanted to be. She lost a burst of air, flailed weakly for the surface, and then popped off from a very satisfying orgasm.

Her eyes rolled as she swooned, her little Japanese body shuddering from delicious aftershocks. Cumming while being forced to hold her breath in an accidental peril (albeit one she had deliberately set up) felt wonderful. Now it was time to get to the surface before she did something stupid… like really drowning herself!

Emma tugged on the vibrating coils, trying to pull them loose. They lay heavy upon her body and she had to push them away. She had more coils wrapped around her legs than she expected, and she had to shed those as well.

She felt her lungs heave; she was pushing this a little closer than she needed to. The fact that she could drown herself for real gave her an erotic jolt. It coupled with the still vibrating hose against her booties, making her swoon again. Now the very thing she used to get herself off was threatening to incapacitate her!

Emma struggled to work the hose free, her lungs beginning to burn. Now she was really pushing it; she needed to get the hell off the bottom! But the eroticism of her growing predicament was threatening to blow up in her face! Another orgasm down here might leave her too weak to get back to the surface!

Emma lost a burst of bubbles as she frantically tried to push the spasming coils away. But the hose continued to vibrate against her wetsuited body, continued to vibrate against the soles of her feet. She tried to pull her feet away from the thrumming coils, but the damned hose was everywhere!

She was almost out when the hose suddenly spasmed, wrapping around her body and curling up through her crotch. It buzzed her kitty just right as her lungs heaved in breathless agony. Emma’s eyes flew open in horror… “NO; THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING TO ME!” Then she popped off again, losing the rest of her breath in a froth of bubbles that spewed away to the surface.

Her eyes rolled; she was dizzy as hell. Her lungs were on fire; she had to get off the bottom right now. But it was as if the hose had come alive and had become a malevolent being… “You wanted to use me for your kinky purposes… and now I’m going to drown your sorry ass!”

She tried to shoot up to the surface but it clung greedily to her legs… “Oh no; you don’t!” Then her lungs gave out and she inhaled pool water.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as she started spamsing and convulsing, violently coughing up bubbles. The hose wrapped around her as though determined to envelope her and keep her on the bottom. She got more entangled as she doubled over in spasms.

She felt a last flush of pleasure as she orgasmed once more. It would be the last one she ever experienced. Then she stared up at the surface with a vacant expression.
Her last conscious thought was how stupid it had been to carelessly drown herself. Now she wouldn’t be found until someone showed up Monday morning. The spa would be closed Friday and over the weekend. It would be days before anyone showed up and found her at the bottom of the pool.

And with that Emma’s consciousness faded away. She lay all tangled up at the bottom of the pool in her wetsuit. Unattended, the hose continued to spasm and vibrate, sucking water through its hungry coils…

Dec 24, 2014

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Jingfei’s scent 2 (2)

Posted on December 23, 2014 by riwa

Note: this is a story I wrote for Hitomi that I decided to share with you all as a Christmas present. I hope you enjoy it.

1

I was sent to America with the promise of a new life, only to be sold into sexual slavery along with the other Chinese girls I was among. But I was not fully Chinese. My father was Japanese and had named me Hitomi.

The miners and cowboys of San Francisco did not care I was only part Chinese. Our foreign, exotic appearance made us more desirable than our American counterparts. But the other girls recognized I was not fully Chinese, and they shunned me. I found myself all alone.

I was taught very little English, only enough to attempt to sway the customer into sampling my wares… “China girl very nice! You come inside please and I make you happy!” I lived in a very small room among a row of cubicles, forced to look out my window along with the other girls and call out to the miners, “Two bittee lookee, flo bittee feelee, six bittee doee!” It was degrading, but it was the only life I knew.

Jingfei moved into the cubicle next to mine soon after the last girl killed herself at the ripe old age of 27. The hard life had aged her horribly and she had begun taking opiates after the miners stopped visiting her. One night she simply overdosed herself to escape the hell we all shared.

At first Jingfei was like the others, shunning me for being part Japanese. I left her alone as I did all the others. But she had a sweet fragrance about her that I detected every time I was in or near her presence. It was intoxicating, and at times it seemed to penetrate into my cubicle… into my very soul.

One night I heard tears from the cubicle next to mine. I went in and found Jingfei weeping. A customer had been particularly rough on her.

I took her in my arms as I once again picked up her scent. Even in her disheveled state I felt a desire for her. I was angry I could not protect her more, angry I could not spare her the fate that life had bestowed upon us both.

After that night she softened toward me and we began to speak to each other. She spoke of her desire for a home and family, a desire that seemed unobtainable in the place we were in. Whenever she permitted, I hung on her words and remained in her presence for as long as she allowed.

It was not long before I realized I was in love with Jingfei. But she was not in love with me. I chose not to force myself upon her, gratefully accepting the moments when I could simply be in her presence. Thus, we were able to give some small comfort to each other during the long days and hard nights of San Francisco.

I desired to take her away from our miserable life of sexual slavery; to protect her and to make gentle love to her. It was a desire quite unlike the desire of the rough miners and cowboys who visited our small working cubicles for their pleasures. But we had no money. What we earned was taken from us except for the very small pittance granted to us to keep ourselves alive. All I could do was protect her as much as was possible within my power.

One night a particularly violent miner paid a visit to Jingfei. I was alone in the next cubicle when I heard her anguished cries. I rushed in to find him beating her.

When he pulled his pistol to shoot her, I jumped him like a feral alley cat, angrily slashing him with my knife. It was the one possession I had acquired that I hoped would help protect me from someone like Jingfei’s assailant. I watched in relief as he fell to the floor with his throat slit.

Jingfei was horrified; we would both be punished… or worse. So I grabbed his pistol and his pouch of gold. Then I grabbed Jingfei and took her with me as we ran for our lives, knowing there would be no justice for us in San Francisco.

We carefully worked our way out of the city, stealing food and clothes along the way. With that miner’s gold in hand we were able to purchase a ride on a stagecoach out of California. I was determined to take us as far away from San Francisco as possible, and in that I succeeded. But I soon discovered it was not so easy to take us away from our lives as soiled doves…

2

We eventually landed in the town of Cheyenne in the Wyoming territory. But the only work we could get was at a parlor house because of our exotic appearance. We went right to work dancing and entertaining the miners and cowboys. Soon we were right back to the very life we had left behind in California.

The other girls hated us as our exotic look caused us to take away their best customers. And the women of the town would have nothing to do with us soiled doves whatsoever. It seemed we had simply traded one existence in California for a similar one in a different location. I began to wonder if our life in Cheyenne would turn out to be any better.

Jingfei and I had no one but each other. During the day there was no place to go and nothing to do as we were not welcome in social circles. So we spent time in each other’s presence to fight the loneliness. And soon I felt those same desires I had felt back in San Francisco whenever I detected the sweet aroma of her presence.

Over the course of several weeks the other girls learned to give us a wide berth. They knew I was not one to be trifled with, especially since I was fiercely loyal to Jingfei. Their hatred of us was palpable, and it made our melancholy all the worse.

One night I made both a friend and an enemy. It was a Friday night and many of the cowboys were in town to celebrate with money in their pockets. It was the job of us girls at the parlor house to deprive them of those coins with our bodies.

I had just finished with a miner when I heard a commotion in the room next to me. I knew Patricia was in there, a girl I was not particularly fond of. At first I determined to let her fend for herself. After all, would she not have treated me the same had our roles been reversed? Then I felt shamed as I remembered what might have happened to Jingfei had I not intervened that fateful night back in San Francisco.

I rushed out of my room and right into hers where I found a naked cowboy lying on top of her. He was choking her with his bare hands as he thrust in and out of her. She thrashed about underneath him, trying to push him off to save herself. But he was too heavy.

I jumped on top of him, pulling him off the bed onto the floor. Patricia’s eyes were wide with astonishment at my intrusion. As he went for his gun I brandished my knife which I had brought into the room with me.

I held the blade to his neck, angrily hissing in broken English “Put gun away or lose life!” He did not believe me. Instead he called me a dirty whore and said now we would both die as he took aim at Patricia.

He tried to throw me off but I did not hesitate, slashing his throat just as he was pulling the trigger. His shot went wide and missed Patricia. I took his gun and then crawled away as he bled out on the floor, his eyes open in surprise.

I turned to check on my rival… “Patricia ok?” She looked at me and nodded. Then the door flew open and the law came in with his gun raised. He must have been downstairs and heard the commotion.

In Cheyenne I respected the law. I did not bother him and he did not bother Jingfei or myself. When he told me to put the gun down I carefully placed it away from me on the bed.

“What happened in here?” he demanded, looking down at the body and then back and forth between Patricia and myself.

For a moment it suddenly occurred to me I could be blamed for the entire incident. This would be the perfect opportunity for Patricia to get rid of me as a rival… and possibly Jingfei as well. It was a possibility I had not considered until now when it was much too late to change the course of events. But her words surprised me…

“He tried to kill me,” she said, pointing at the dead man. “And he would have too if Hitomi had not come in when she did. He would have killed us both if she hadn’t stopped him.”

The law looked at me and asked if that was true. I simply nodded my head, having learned enough English to understand the conversation even though I could not speak but a few words. So he collected the gun and got some men to take the body away. Then he left.

“I go now,” I told Patricia.

“Hitomi; wait!” she replied, her hand uplifted in a gesture to stop me. I paused.

“Thank you.” I sensed that was not an easy thing for her to say to me.

I nodded again and turned to go. But she had more to tell me.

“The man you killed was a friend of Isaac Johnson, Hitomi. Isaac’s father is the wealthiest cattle baron around these parts. There could be trouble, so watch your back!”

I nodded that I would be careful as I always tried to be. But with the miners and cowboys, one always had to watch one’s back. Then I left her room.

After that night she did not hate Jingfei or I anymore. But I did not know how much her words would prove to be prophetic…

3

The next night I saw many cowboys while Jingfei and I danced with the other girls. Among them I saw one in particular who was tall, with good looks and cruel eyes. Shamefully I felt myself becoming wet at the thought of him taking me.

My life was such that I had learned to take pleasure where I could, even if it came with some humiliation. I liked men; perhaps I had become a willing soiled dove out of weariness that I would ever obtain Jingfei for my very own. I was a whore and I liked it.

Patricia came up to me after the dance and touched my shoulder with affection, the first time she had ever done that. “I saw you looking at Isaac,” she told me.

“That him?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes,” she warned me. “Hitomi, you must be careful.”

“Hitomi be careful,” I replied in my broken English. I was appreciative of the warning, and I smiled and nodded. She smiled back at me.

I found out he wanted me, so what else could I do? I took him to my room the way a good whore should. But I did not forget Patricia’s words of warning.

In my room he paid, and so I let him take me. He was rough with me, but it was not altogether undesired. Perhaps it was my way of granting him a small payment for killing his friend. Or maybe it was just to take my mind off Jingfei and her scent.

He tore my clothes off and savagely groped my breasts. I tried to be wary of the cowboy, but strangely I was on fire for him as he pushed me onto the bed. Then he entered me, thrusting hard like all cowboys and miners did as though I was their possession. I’m ashamed to say I received him gladly and that I enjoyed it.

He swept me to new delights, totally driving thoughts of Jingfei out of my head. I cried out with joy as my body sang with pleasure. And I responded by shamefully giving myself totally to him.

When we were done I still saw the look of cruelty in his eyes. To him I could tell I was no more than a plaything, an object of his lusts. But he did not make any move to harm me and I relaxed my guard…

4

For the next few weeks Isaac sought me out whenever he came to town. Patricia frequently gave me a look of warning knowing he would usually call for me. Her concern was as unexpected as it was appreciated. But he had yet to threaten or harm me. Besides, my shameful lusts for the cowboy could not seem to be quenched.

With him it was never lovemaking; it was always fucking. He used me, treated me roughly, and then always discarded me. And each time I willingly accepted his treatment as the whore that I was.

One night when he was in town I received another of Patricia’s warnings. She told me it was rumored that he had strangled one of his girls. But he had yet to threaten or strangle me in any way so I shrugged it off… “Hitomi be careful.” Besides, he paid well and I was expected to fuck him if he wanted my body. It was necessary to take as many miners and cowboys as I could if I was to pay for my room and board at the parlor house.

As usual I took Isaac up to my room. He ripped off my clothes as again he had his way with me. I was an object of his insatiable lusts, but I accepted it as a part of my own shameful, fleshly desires.

In the middle of our fucking I heard muffled cries from the next room. It was Jingfei, and I was filled with alarm. But Isaac lay heavily upon me, and I could not shake him off. I was helpless as I listened to her suffering; it hurt me deeply.

“You hear that?” he asked with a cruel smile, tilting his head to listen. “That would be my brothers enjoying your Jingfei, just as I am enjoying you. They could kill her, you know… just as I could kill you.” Then his hands wrapped around my throat.

My eyes grew big as my head swelled. I gasped as he choked me; I could not breathe! Was he going to kill us both? I had been lulled into a false security, and now Jingfei would pay for my overconfidence!

I struggled against him, even as my body betrayed me. His thrusts were powerful as he lay with his full weight upon me. Stars swam before my eyes. Then a profound pleasure enveloped me moments before something exploded in my head.

When I awakened he was gone. But I heard crying in Jingfei’s room. I rose up and rushed in to find her bruised and battered. Then I caught her scent. That’s when the flames of shame and anger began to burn within my soul…

5

I was so ashamed of myself that I did not speak to Patricia all the next day. She had spoken the truth, but I had not heeded her words. I had been lulled into believing the cowboy would not harm us; it was a wonder Jingfei and I were still alive. I was determined not to repeat my grave misjudgment of Isaac and his brothers.

Jingfei’s condition improved, so we chose to spend the better part of the day in each other’s company. Patricia helped us rent a buggy and we went down to the river for a picnic under an oak tree. All the old feelings returned as I again took in the scent of her presence.

We talked of our life in Cheyenne, and she wondered if things were really all that better for us than they had been back in San Francisco. She still wanted to marry and have children, although she believed it to be a dream unobtainable. I told her we had saved up a little money and that we could go away and start over if she so desired. I reminded her that I would always be there for her.

She hugged me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. I held her close as though I would never let her go. I gently kissed her cheek, telling her how much I loved her. Then she turned her head as if to speak, and I kissed her lips by accident.

She looked at me as if in shock. Then I felt her body trembling at my touch. The flames of passion were sparked within me, and I took a chance and kissed her again. She did not resist.

I suddenly pulled away with embarrassment, hoping I had not damaged our relationship. She looked at me quietly, and I saw something dawn in her eyes. Then it was time to feel my own body trembling as she leaned forward and kissed me in return.

Our tongues intertwined as her hand felt up my breasts through the material of my parlor dress. I moaned as our hands began to roam freely. Then her tongue penetrated my mouth and I was swept away.

We made gentle love to each other under the oak, the scent of her presence overpowering me. Tears filled my eyes as my love for her was finally consummated. It was as if places like Cheyenne and San Francisco never existed at all, fading away in the bliss of those tender moments.

I had no idea it would be the first and only time our souls would have the chance to intermix so intimately…

6

As we took the buggy back to town, we talked of our life in Cheyenne and whether or not we wished to remain here. It was a rough life, a dangerous life. Although our relationship with the girls had improved, there was always the danger of a deranged customer doing unspeakable things. I had no idea the danger would prove to be so close.

That evening before we were to dance I was summoned across town. Another girl told me that Patricia had taken ill and that she wished to see me. I went with a heavy heart as I had become quite fond of her. I hoped it wasn’t serious as there were many diseases out on the frontier from which a girl might never recover.

When I got to the address given to me, strangely there was no Patricia. Instead there were several ladies from town having a gathering, all of whom gave me hateful looks. They told me Patricia was not there and that no soiled dove was welcome in their presence, neither her nor myself. Angry and hurt, I went back to the parlor house.

I had just enough time to get ready for the dance when I saw Patricia approach me. Angrily I asked her about the false message I had received. She was quite confused… “Hitomi, I sent no message.” Then she asked me the whereabouts of Jingfei as it was near time for our dance.

Fear suddenly gripped my heart, and I raced up the stairs to her room. I threw open the door, only to find her lying naked on her bed with her legs spread wide. Her womanhood was stained from fucking, and there was a severe bruise around her throat. She stared upward as though unseeing.

I let out a wail of grief as I scooped her up in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. A moment later, Patricia was standing in the doorway looking grief stricken. “What happened??” she wanted to know. Then she saw the marks on Jingfei’s neck coupled with the grief in my face. Instantly she lowered her head in sorrow, suspecting what must have happened.

…and then my precious Jingfei coughed as she blinked her eyes…

“Get Doc Johnson!” I hollered at Patricia. But she was already gone, her heels clattering down the stairs…

7

“It was close,” he said as he put his scope away. “She’ll need a couple days to rest. Then she’ll be good as new.”

Patricia stood next to me as we watched him rise up from Jingfei’s bed. But she did not share his assessment.

“She will not live to testify,” she said quietly. “They will come in the night to kill her.” It was like a knife in my gut.

“What we do?” I asked anxiously.

“What can we do?” she replied in defeat. “His father is the wealthiest man in the county! He will not allow his son to stand trial for attempted murder. They will send someone to kill her and that will be that!”

“NO! Hitomi not allow it!” I was adamant.

“Hitomi, you can’t stop it! The sheriff’s out of town for a couple of days. By the time he gets back, it’ll be too late!”

“No! I stay!” I still had the gun from San Francisco. No one was about to harm my Jingfei!

Doc Johnson looked at me and then at Patricia. “Well, all I know is that she needs rest, at least for a day or two. I suppose it’s good if someone stays here anyway just to keep an eye on her.”

“I stay!” I declared firmly. “No one harm Jingfei or they pay!” Anyone who crossed my path was doomed to regret it. Patricia sighed and then nodded at me. “Good luck,” she said softly. Then she and Doc Johnson left the room…

8

I sat in a chair next to Jingfei in her bed, smelling her intoxicating scent and fearing for her safety. To stay awake throughout the whole night would be next to impossible. But I was determined to try and remain awake until morning when perhaps I could find someone else I trusted to watch her for an hour or two while I napped.

It was the middle of the night when a creaking sound awakened me. In the darkness I could see the door start to swing open. The gun lay in my lap and I quickly raised it, taking careful aim.

A hand with a gun poked through the door, taking aim at the bed. A thumb cocked the trigger. I waited no longer, firing at the door.

I heard a cry of pain, followed by a male voice… “SHIT!!” Then I heard boots running down the hall and down the stairs as voices rang out.

Patricia soon burst into the room wearing her nightgown. She saw me sitting there trembling with the gun in my hand. “It’s all right, Hitomi; it’s all right. They’re gone now.” I nodded, my heart pounding much too heavily for me to accidentally drift off to sleep again for the rest of the night.

There would be no more attempts that night. But I knew in my heart I could no longer keep Jingfei safe in Cheyenne…

9

“You hear??” I hollered into the room. “You put her on stagecoach California noon! No mistake or Hitomi angry!”

“Don’t worry, Hitomi,” Doc Johnson responded. “I’ll put her on the stage myself.”

“You make sure!”

“No one’s going to kill her while I’m with her, Hitomi. And no one’s going to shoot ol’ Doc Johnson either. I’ll make sure she gets on the stage.”

I wasn’t sure if his words were true or if Isaac Johnson would not hesitate to kill the town doctor just to get to his target. But it was a chance I would have to take. Jingfei could testify at his trial, that is, if she lived long enough for there to even be a trial! Otherwise next time they would simply come to kill the both of us. And I might not be able to stay awake long enough to fight them off. Besides, they were liable to bring more guns.

I was anxious all morning long, and I paced back and forth in the parlor house like a caged tiger. At noon I went outside and watched as down the street he put her on the stage himself. She was bundled in some sort of wheeled chair and needed help getting into the coach. At least she seemed to be doing better. And I was happy to see an elderly couple would be traveling with her and keeping her company. Then the stage pulled away.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, wishing I could have said my goodbye’s properly. I had heard rumors of a Chinese woman in San Francisco taking in former slaves and giving them a better life. Maybe she could keep Jingfei safe for me until I could meet up with her again.

The afternoon passed like molasses; I was anxious the whole time. What if something went wrong? I could not lose my Jingfei, not after the wonderful afternoon we had shared together under the big oak tree down by the river…

10

Isaac and his brothers showed up that afternoon well before it was time for my dance. I could tell he had come looking for me. But I did not care anymore. Jingfei was safely out of his reach; it did not matter what happened to me.

He paid for me as usual, so I took him up to my room. I was cold to him, but I let him do as he wished with me. And as usual my body betrayed me with awakened lusts. I was ashamed.

He had his way with me, groping my breasts painfully while savaging me with his thrusts. And whore that I am, I responded. Strangely he did not threaten me. I almost wished he would have.

We rested for a bit before he paid for more, so we went back at it. Had he come to kill me? I was not sure, but I did not resist his sexual appetites. Besides, I already knew deep in my heart I would never see my Jingfei again.

“Did you hear what happened with the stagecoach today, Hitomi?” he asked as he thrust hard into me. My breath caught in my throat and I stiffened.

“Bandits attacked the stage, killing the driver and passengers. No one left alive. The Wyoming territory sure can be a dangerous place, don’t you think?”

“NOOOO!”

I tried to fight him off, but he was too heavy and he laughed in my face. Then his hand reached down for my neck as he started to choke me. “Did you think I would actually let her get away? Did you really think I would allow either of you two whores to escape? I should have made sure she was dead when I left her room the other night! But I heard one of you whores coming up the stairs and I had to leave!”

I tried to resist him, but he only squeezed harder as he eagerly thrust into me. His weight was too heavy; I could not shake him off! “I take what I want, you whore!” he hissed at me. “And I kill anyone who gets in my way!”

I rasped and gurgled as I started to get dizzy. It was swelling within me, the pleasure that would be accompanied by my death! I wanted to welcome it; I almost welcomed it. Then I smelled Jingfei’s scent.

I became angry and desperate as I thought of those murdered passengers in the stagecoach. It took everything I had to reach one arm underneath my pillow. My hand wrapped around the handle, and with the last bit of my fading consciousness I brought it out and swung wildly. His hand abruptly let go of my throat as his eyes widened in surprise. Then blood began spurting out of the deep wound in his neck from my knife.

His body began to spasm, and he started coughing up blood. I knew I probably had seconds only. I rolled him off me and he crumpled onto the floor.

I reached under my pillow once more and pulled out the gun from San Francisco just as the door burst open. His brothers burst inside, their weapons in their hands. “ISAAC??!!” one of them blurted out, the two of them frantically scanning the room and then finding him bleeding on the floor.

“WHY YOU GAWD-DAMN WHORE!”

I aimed and fired, catching his brother Joshua in the chest. The impact from the bullet sent him backwards into the corner of the room. Jonathon took a shot at me, but it passed several inches above me. I knew the next one he fired would not miss, and I pulled the trigger a second time.

Jonathan’s body was pushed out the door into the hallway from the impact of the bullet. A look of shock filled his features as a red stain appeared in his chest. He too crumpled to the floor. But I did not have time to contemplate my victory. I was a wanted woman now!

I dressed quickly before throwing myself out the window, crashing through the glass onto the balcony. From there it was a quick jump onto the ground below, resulting in a sprained ankle. I recognized Isaac’s horse tethered to the post nearby from having seen it before, and I quickly hobbled over and climbed aboard. I was not a horseman, but I figured it no longer mattered.

Isaac was not alone; something I had also anticipated. Several of his father’s cowboys were in town, and I heard cries of alarm. Someone hollered that I had shot Isaac and his brothers. But by then I was already seeking the quickest way out of town, the horse galloping at a dead run.

Hooves thundered not too far behind me; I knew I would get caught. There was only one place I could think of to go. It was the only place I knew of that held the dearest memory to me.

They were already catching up to me as I approached the big oak down by the river. Warning shots rang out and I reined in Isaac’s horse. There was no point in running now.

There were 7 or 8 of them, angry as hornets. They had me surrounded, their guns drawn. I waited on Isaac’s horse, I did not resist them.

“She killed Isaac and his brothers!” one of them declared angrily.

“I say string her up!” another offered.

“Sherriff’s out of town; we don’t need a trial!” added a third. “She’s guilty!”

“They try kill Hitomi so I kill first!” I declared proudly in my broken English, sitting upright in the saddle.

“The whore has confessed! I say we string her up!”

I always wondered why cowboys carried ropes. I was told it was for herding cattle, but I suspected differently. Now I knew. It was for situations such as this. I would never live to see the sheriff, nor would I receive what they called a trial. But I did not care.

They formed a rope into a noose and tossed it over the limb of the oak tree, the one where Jingfei and I had made tender love to each other on the ground below. One of the men came up to me and roughly pulled my arms behind my back so he could tie them off. I felt fear mixed with a strange excitement.

The man grabbed the noose and looped it over my head, pulling my long, black hair out of the way. Then he cinched it snug around my neck. My breathing became rapid and I panted heavily for breath.

I was not afraid to die. This was my lot. The die had been cast the moment Jingfei and I had set foot in the town of Cheyenne. Ours was an ill-fated love.

That same cowboy grabbed my blouse and ripped it off my chest, exposing my heaving breasts and erect nipples. I would die as I had lived – like a whore. But that was fine with me; I embraced my fate. At least I would die with all these filthy men admiring my chest… admiring the death of a Chinese-Japanese whore!

“Die, you fucking whore!” one of them shouted, whooping as he swung his hat. It hit Isaac’s horse from behind, causing my mount to bolt. He ran out from underneath me, and my cry was choked off as the noose took my full weight.

The sky was so clear – the air so fresh – as I began to twist and swing back and forth. Somewhere I heard a bird chirping nearby as my legs began to kick of their own accord. Then the pain set in, the pain of not being able to breathe.

As the end neared I realized I had but few regrets. One was the loss of Margot and that couple on the stage. None of them deserved to suffer like that, and it was my actions that had made it happen. Margot had gone willingly with the money I had given her, believing she would find a better life in California. And she was built quite similar to Jingfei. I told myself this was the price I had to pay for getting her killed, and I paid it willingly.

Another regret was that I had not gotten to say goodbye to Jingfei. She had been asleep when Doc Johnson had put her into that buckboard that would take her to the train in the next town for the trip to St Louis. I did not trust that Jingfei might fall into the wrong hands and be returned to her life as a soiled dove back in California. St. Louis offered a better hope, albeit a small one.

Finally, I had not gotten to say goodbye to Patricia. She was risking her life when she had bravely volunteered to drive the buckboard to the next town to make sure Jingfei safely made that train. I figured my death was a small price to pay for her kindness and courage.

I heard the whoops and hollers of the cowboys watching me as I began to fade. I could not stop my legs from kicking, nor could I satisfy my heaving lungs. Then I picked up Jingfei’s scent from somewhere nearby. It was in the grass, the trees, the wind; it seemed to come from everywhere.

It was intoxicating, and it made me smile as I suffered in the noose, remembering what had happened the last time I was here at this very oak. That was all I needed. I sighed contentedly and willingly stepped into the next life as my body finally stopped fighting the rope…

EPILOGUE:

Patricia made sure Jingfei safely got aboard the train to St. Louis. She also made sure Jingfei carried the balance of the funds Hitomi had saved up from her labors in the parlor house. Once there Jingfei met a caring woman and found a new life. She eventually married and had kids, just as Hitomi had desired for her. But a little piece of Jingfei’s heart always remained with someone else, culminating in a memory of an intimate moment at a lonely spot underneath a big oak tree by the river near the town of Cheyenne in the Wyoming territory…

© 2014

(written for Hitomi Dec 21 by riwa)

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Seven 2 (2)

Posted on December 22, 2014 by riwa

SEVEN

1.

The Seppuku Princess

I finally fell off my saddle on the banks of mighty Kinugawa River.
The horse was gone.
I would not blame it.
It had gone through so much with me, and now it had carried me out from the field of slaughter. I was more than grateful.
Falling off the saddle from here, even if I did not die of the gunshot at my waist, I would finally fall victim to the pursuing enemies or the peasants who would hunt down defeated warriors for their arms and armor.
I should have died!  Why did they not finish me off with a direct cut? Even having my head taken and displayed on the rack would be better than being chased like a dog with master.
Maybe we all harbored a strong desire to live; even for a warrior… even for a female warrior.
I was dying for a cup of water.  The river was beyond my power to reach although it was so close.  I no longer had the strength to climb down the slope of the bank to have a sip.
“Seppuku!” a voice inside me urged.
I sobbed with my face between my palms. I was not afraid to die. But how I wished to see my mother again, if only for one more time.
“Hitomi, prepared to die bravely,” my father had said to me before I sallied out for battle.
My mother had just looked at me, her eyes filled with held back tears.
Everyone knew we were throwing eggs against a rock.
We had less than two thousand men under arms, the enemy had more than ten thousand. And they had ten times more guns than we had.
I was wounded by one of the those guns.
“Alright. I will commit seppuku.”
Once decided, I became more calm.
I struggled off my black lacquered body cuirass, the battle skirt and then my jinhaori, the exquisitely woven riding shirt. The left side of my jinhaori had been dyed red at the waist by my blood. Actually the amount of blood lost was not excessive.  It was however enough to incapacitate me from continuing to fight. I had to resign myself to meeting my end.
I slipped my hand under the lapel of the jinhaori. The wrapping cloth around my breasts was sticking to my skin due to the sweat, and my breasts rose and fell under my palm.
After my seppuku, my head would be taken by the enemy. How would my body fare?  Would it be consumed by wild dogs?
But it was beyond my control.
I took my white waist band down and tied my left thigh and leg together tightly so that later, when I made my cut, I would not topple over due to the pain.  Then I pulled out the tanto and placed it in front of me. The white undershirt under the jinhaori was pulled down to my waist and the wrapping cloth, which I had hesitated whether I should remove, was also taken down and placed aside.

I looked at my own breasts. “What a pity! You have never been caressed by male hands.” I said to them.
If I was not a female warrior, I might have been married into the family of a daimyo. I knew my pretty look could win the favor from my husband. But I had chosen to follow my father to ride into battles by his side, and my marriage was put aside.
I gently caressed my own breasts to say farewell to them.
Then I let down the long hair which I had combed and tied into a pony-tail. “I will die as a woman.”
I regulated my breathing, took out the rice-paper to wrap around the blade of the tanto for me to hold.  Although I could commit seppuku by holding the hilt of the tanto, a direct grip on the blade would give better control, especially when the blade reached the spot past the navel which would b so painful that some might not persist in carrying out the whole ritual.  The rice-paper had been prepared since the first day I marched off to war. And hence, I was ready for this from the beginning.
“Farewell, father… mother.” I prayed and then resolutely plunged the blade into the chosen spot.
“Argh…” In intense pain, I guided my hand dragging the blade towards the right side of my body.
My pulse raced feverishly. I could hear my heart beating like drums and my hand, pulling the tanto, did not stop and inched towards the right.
“Argh…so this is what death is like.” I finally understood.
There was no ecstasy, no sense of being a courageous martyr or anything like that, just a relief that “I had finally done it.”
And he appeared at that very moment.
He was a samurai, belonging to the Date clan.
The bird-in-bamboo the banner behind him told me that.
He was not a senior commander, but a common scout
“Come, my head is yours.” I said.
He looked at me, admiration and pity on his face.
“Ojosan, should I kaishaku for you?” he asked.
I shook my head.  I did not mind his taking my head as trophy. But I did not want my spirit to be his, as we believed kaishakunin would have that by right.
“Can you….wait… for …a while?” I asked with my dwindling strength.
He nodded, got off his horse and sat to my left side.
I continued with my seppuku; the blade had now reached the right side already.
Without the help of a kaishakuini I might survive for still some time during which I had to endure the greatest pain.
I looked at the increasing thickness of the blood stain on my belly. The abdomen part had been dyed completely crimson, and I knew it would not be long when my intestines would flow out.  Could I persevere?
If I pleaded to him to decapitate me, my pain would end…
“No!” I shook my head, the hair which I had taken down wiped to the left and right with my head movement and lashed at my face.  He probably understood the reason for my obstinacy.  In pain and persistence, I began to have fantasies: he stripped off all my remaining garments, used his hand to touch every part of my skin…when he placed his hands on my breasts, I moaned…I spread my legs to let him enter my virginal body…
PAIN!
I woke from my reverie…he was still sitting there.
I smiled at him; would my face contorted by pain be unpleasant to look at?
He smiled back and slightly inclined his body to express his respect.
“How lovely…” I thought.
I decided not to let him wait too long.
The cross cut which demanded reversal of the blade and taking it back to above the navel for a vertical cut would not be considered.  Although this would hasten death, it was too bad-looking for a female warrior.
So I pulled out the tanto and moved the bloodied blade towards my left tit.
He stood up, his hand on the hilt of his tachi, the sword carried by mounted warriors.
“Wait till I expired…then…behead me…”
He nodded again.
With all my remaining strength, I plunged the tanto into my chest…

(Aftermath)

He kept his promise and waited till she drew her last breath before cutting off her head.  Then he departed and the body without its head remained there in the sitting position.  When evening came, the peasants who lived nearby discovered her and stripped off all the remaining clothes she had before pushing the naked body with the dripping intestines down the bank.  Her neck was submerged into the running water, the diluted blood dissolving into the river like hundreds of earthworms.  On the following day when the peasants came again, they could no longer found the body.  It had most probably fallen into the Kinugawa and was carried away…

2.

A girl condemned to beheading

They back-tied my wrists before I emerged from my cell.
I knew the reason of course.
It was time.
For speaking out on behalf of the peasants who rose in revolt against the oppressive rule of the daimyo, I was sentenced to be beheaded at the execution ground.
The execution ground was actually just outside the jail-house. There, a large rectangular hole had been dug out on the ground to wait for my headless body.
“Farewell, Kotai.” I said my last goodbye to the one I had secretly loved silently.  Last year he had married my sister. I was so lost then: I was prettier than my sister and clever too, but he chose her over me.  It was only later I learned that he had not chosen me precisely because I was too pretty. He did not think he was worthy to be my husband.
I, Hitomi, eighteen, would leave this world in my youth and beauty, and if he had married me then, I would be desolate.
“Treat my sister well,” I had told him when he came to visit me.
He had cried. I kept my cool and sobbed only after I returned to my cell.
Step by step, I walked towards the end of my life.  The prisoners in the adjacent cells stuck their heads out to look at me.
“It is Hitomi-chan!” “Hitomi-chan!” the wailing rose and fell.
I slightly inclined my body in response. The wailing became even more audible.
Once out of the jail-house, I saw the pit and the mat woven out from bamboo leaves, and the samurai with his long sword.
The undertakers were also ready.  Soon, they would cover my semi-naked body with the mat and then have it rolled down the pit while my head would be sent to the entrance of the jail-house to be hanged high as display.
Ah, the hair-style I had chosen to comb into this morning was perfect for the occasion.  The hair-pin carved out of tsubaki wood would hold up my hair so that it would not obstruct the down coming of the blade.  They said my neck was slender and long, and that it was also compatible with the beheading.
I had put on a yukata for the early autumn: dark blue with red dragonflies on it. “Dear Dragonflies, will you carry my spirit towards the open sky?”
I stood on the mat; knelt. They put white rice paper to cover my face, not because they cared about the possibility of my fright but that when the blade descended the rice-paper could stop much of the blood. It would make their cleaning my head with the prepared bucket of water an easier job.
White…
Once more, I forced myself to feel how it was like to be able to breathe.
The lapel of my yukata was pulled down, my breasts exposed.  Would the sword-wielder be distracted by the shape of my breasts?
The sound of the samurai drawing out his katana was so crisp.  He placed the blade diagonally in front of me. I could not see but I could feel its coldness.
“Onegai,” I said, thanking him.
He raised the katana and brought it down…

(Aftermath)

Her head fell and rolled, stopping at the edge of the pit.  The blood spurted out and dyed red the rice-paper. The body toppled, and the undertaker removed the rice paper. Her face was as beautiful as before her demise, and there was an additional air of tragic beauty on it.  The head was washed with the water in the bucket and then taken out to be displayed.  Her half naked body was covered with a met and placed in the pit. Then the pit was filled with earth as if she had never existed.

3.

The Cherry-blossom of Kawanakanojima

Under the urge of the war-drums I lead my thirty female riders out into battle.
We staked everything on it.
The enemy had crushed our right wing; our whole army was in peril.  Only by using the last reserve could we hope to stop the attack on the main camp and let our detachment many miles away to return in time to turn the tide.
“Hitomi, die bravely!” Lord Shingen said to me before we moved out.
“Hai,” I responded with resolution.
As his favorite concubine I was ready to die for him.
He could afford to lose Hitomi; the Takeda clan could not afford to lose Lord Shingen.
“Mai!” I pulled out my tachi and the thirty riders surged forward.
We did not pray for any miracle to return alive.  Actually, the time gained by sacrificing thirty onamusha was insignificantly short.  But even if the chance was slim, we had to try.
Uesugi’s cavalry approached us from the front.
I cut three of them down.  Now I appreciated the demanding lesson given by my swordsmanship sensei, Yamamoto Kensuke.
“General Yamamoto must have been slain in battle by now,” I thought to myself.
We had planned out our strategy for this Battle of Kawanakajima.  We would take them by surprise by sending a detachment in the mist to attack their camp. But Uesugi had his own plan, and instead we were surprised when he led his main force from Saijoyama to the plain, achieving temporary superiority. We were forced to be on the defensive and many famous commanders lost their lives. General Yamamoto volunteered to lead a counter-attack which he knew would be suicidal in order to atone for his disastrous judgment leading to our predicament.
I beat back the first wave of riders. But among my thirty onamusha, only half survived. The others had all left their young bodies on the Hachiman Plain.
“Alert! Ashigeru ahead!” my second in command, Ayano, shouted.
Ashigeru, the common foot-soldiers mainly drafted from the peasants and armed with a spear made of bamboo and wearing little armor.  They were no threat to us normally.  But this was not normal.  We had only around ten and they numbered in the hundreds.
“Charge!”
I knew this was insane, but there was little else we could do.
My tachi parried off a few thrusting spears and bringing it down, I cut some of them down.  The rest dispersed.
Only eight of us were left.
Another line of riders were charging towards us.
“Ayano, Lord Shingen.”
She turned her head and looked. “The Banner F?rinkazan still stands!”
F?rinkazan: Swift as the wind, Steady as a forest, Raid like fire, Unmovable like a mountain!  It was the main banner of the Takeda army.
We were dressed in fiery red.  We were the fire.  As fire, we could only attack, attack and attack!
I saw them now, getting near; their leader had a kind of white turban round his head.
Ayano charged before me.
“Argh!” Only one slash and he cut Ayano down like a leaf.
‘Kenshin!” It was Uesugi Kenshin. Behind him his famous banner with the character representing the war-god Bishamonten!
“Aye!” I spurred my mount towards this war-god of the Uesugi army.
If I could kill him the tables would be turned, though I knew the chances of success were almost non-existent.
I guessed correctly.
He cut me on my cuirass.
I felt a heavy thud on my chest and swayed in my saddle. Then two ashigeru snatched the rein of my mount and brought horse and rider down. I sprang up and slashed out with my tachi, but it was the last of my blows.

Two bamboo spears found the gaps between the scales of my red armor and were plunged into my chest. I braced at a stand-still and felt another cut by a tachi wielding rider on my back. The cuirass split open and as the two spears in the front were withdrawn, my cuirass fell onto the ground.
The jinhaori could not cover my prominent breasts.
“An onamusha!”
I took off my helmet and let my hair dance in the wind.
I saw Kenshin glare at me and for a moment I thought he would turn back to take my head.  Then I would gain a little time for the lord.  But I was disappointed. Kenshin turned his mount towards the main Takeda camp.
I knelt down as my knees weakened.
I saw the warrior with the long naginata charging at me.
‘Come, take my head.”

I closed my eyes and held out my neck…

(Aftermath)
They cut off the head of Hitomi and then stripped her of all garments, letting her lie stark naked on the battlefield.  Uesugi charged into the main position and almost killed Lord Shingen.  But at the very last moment the detachment of 8,000 men of the Takeda army returned just in time, time bought with the lives of the thirty onamusha.  The Uesugi army retreated.

In this battle, neither side could claim victory.
They found the naked body of Hitomi, but the head was gone…

4.

Double Executions on a sand-dune.

The village was burning.
Dead bodies littered the ground: men, women, the old, the young.
I never killed those who were defenseless, but my mates never had that restraint.
The Ming people called us “Wokou”; the kou denoted that we were robbers or pirates. Wo derived from the belief we were born shorter than them.
We were not; at least I was not.
We were also not born wokou. A few years ago some of us were even local lords or samurais.
Defeated in the war on land, if we were not killed, we had to find a living on the sea.  And since we knew not how to fish, we had to rob.
If we raided the area round the Seto Inland Sea, Toyotomi would flush us out with his warships. So we could only raid the Ming coastline.
Ming’s army was not our equal.  We could beat them with less than a fraction of their numbers.  Sometimes they even fled without giving a fight.  After we were gone, the Ming soldiers would come back to raid and kill one more time so that they could report a victory with the heads of its own people to their superiors.
The people of Ming hated their soldiers, but they hated us even more.  If we fell into their hands we would die horrible deaths.
This time I only took a handful to raid.
Winter was coming. The time left for raiding was very limited.
So my father and I split our forces and headed for different areas.
My team was composed of thirty five.  Lan was of course with me.
Lan was no wokou.  She was from the land of the Ming, a few who were captured during our raid and not sold nor killed.  The reason was: she knew about medicine And Wokou could get sick as any man, or become wounded.  So we needed a doctor.
Later Lan became my woman, a woman who belonged to another woman.
She hated me at first, for I had killed her husband.
But as the days lingered and I protected her from many unpleasant incidents, she became nice to me.
After she became nice to me, I came to know that her husband had not been nice to her.
In the land of the Ming, a woman was not supposed to possess any knowledge: the more ignorant, the better.  The use of medicine was also a kind of knowledge.
Lan never killed anyone. She saved many, including Wokou.
To the Ming people she was a traitor, helping the enemy.  To Lan she was saving lives, Wokou lives were also lives.
After taking down the village, Lan had saved seven or eight kids.  Without her they would have been slaughtered. We decided to rest her to restore our strength.
We had news of approaching Ming forces, but we were not unduly worried.  We knew only too well the fighting prowess of the Ming soldiers.
But this time, it was different.  It was the forces from General Qi Jiguang.
In the following battle, we finally came to learn the fighting skill of the special formations organized by General Qi.
Each formation was composed of twelve men into two columns. The one in the fore right was the captain; the one bearing the long shield would be on his left. Another round shield bearer would also be there. Behind them were four men with long spears. At the rear were two men holding firearms.  There would usually be one man in reserve. When they attacked, the shields would lead, followed by the rest. They used the shields, the firearms, the daggers and long strong tree brushes with branches. The ones holding long weapons would cover those with shorter weapons.  The formations were flexible, but did not kill villages for their heads, hence winning the trust of the people.
We feared the ones with the tree branches most as these made our katanas useless and we lost our earlier superiority.  They also did not run.
And we lost more than ten of our men.  Lan and I were captured.  The rest of my mates fled.
I knew I would surely die.
“To them, you were only forced,” I told Lan in our language. “You saved the children, they might not kill you.”
Lan shook her head. “I lost my husband, I could live on; without you, I would rather die.”
So they sentenced us to the cruelest of all executions: the thousand cuts.
Our outer garments were removed.  I was left with the wrapping cloth around my breasts and a fundoshi, while Lan only had a sky-blue dudou and her black underpants.
This would be our last night. Under the gaze of the soldiers we knelt face to face and masturbated.
“Argh…” Lan screamed her pleasure out.  I pounced upon her, removed her dudou and kissed her breasts.
A soldier tried to intervene but his comrade stopped him, saying these two would be dead bodies the day after. If the Qi army was not well-disciplined, Lan and I would undoubtedly be slain after being raped.
We caressed each other until daybreak.
The sun finally rose.  Lan and I were hog- tied to poles and carried to the sun-dune facing the open sea.
Two stakes had already been hammered into the ground, long poles too, not far away, for hanging our heads after they were cut off.
We did not struggle when we were tied to the poles.  From the first day of becoming a wokou, I knew this would be my fate one day.  Either I would be killed in battle or be slaughtered if captured.  I looked at Lan but she did not show any sign of fear.
The two responsible for carrying out the executions came finally.  They cut away my wrapping cloth and Lan’s dudou.  Our tits were exposed.  We knew they would cut our tits away first.  Lan had already told me what it would be like.  When she was very young, she saw it once.  It was a woman condemned for killing her husband.

The executioner would cut our flesh up to hundreds to thousands of small pieces, one by one. Usually the condemned would take hours before he or she expired.  For a woman, before she expired the executioner would thread up her vagina, disembowel her and pull out her intestines and internal organs, and after her demise, dissect her until only a skeleton would be left.  The head would be hanged high as display.  In order not to let our long hair get in the way of the execution, they had hammered a nail on the upper part of the pole and tied the ends of our hair around it. This would also make it convenient for them when they hanged our heads high as the hair would be made to go through a metal ring first which was designed to keep the head in an upright position without facing down.  In this way the heads would make a far better exhibit for the people.
They finally began.
The first cut was the nipple on my right
I bit my lower lip so as not make any sound.
The left nipple was cut off too. My tears were running down my face but I still held on stubbornly.
But when I saw Lan’s executioner beginning to cut her breast, I wailed. “No! Please!”
The executioner laughed.  They did not understand my tongue and thought I was scared by what I saw.
I was scared but not for the prospect of my breast being cut down. I did not have the heart to see Lan’s breasts being taken off her.
There were times that I had found shelter among those breasts.
But my wailing could not stop what was bound to happen.
They cut off our breasts, then the muscle on the chest. Piece by piece of translucent flesh was placed on a large wooden plate.  Smaller bits were fed to hungry village dogs which gobbled them up.
After the chest it was the arms, the backsides, the thighs and legs.
I could no longer stop my body from shaking…
“Lan…Lan…” My throat could only make the single syllable of her name.
“Hitomi, Hitomi” she responded.
Suddenly I no longer felt the pain. I had forgotten about it. I laughed aloud. “Lan…” and she responded.  Before they cut out our hearts, they were already linked together, inseparable no matter how sharp the knives were.
Our abdomens were cut open…
The intestines came out…stinky…
Then they sewed our vaginas up, thread after thread.
“Argh…” Lan’s moans had become so weak.
“Die, Lan! Die! Let me suffer the rest!”
And the heavens must have heard my prayer.
Lan breathed her last.  She no longer suffered.
I saw them put her hair through that metal ring and then cut off her head.  Afterwards it was hoisted up the long pole.
“How beautiful!” I saw her head with the long hair trailing behind it as if beckoning me.
“Come! Cut me!”
Perhaps they could see the smile that had frozen on my face during the last moment…

5.

Yuri lovers on the cross

In the deserted school they stripped us of our sailor-style senior high school uniforms.
Both Ryoko and I were wearing white brassieres.  I was a bit let down for not having chosen a panty that matched the white color but had worn a pink one. How disgusting the match! Ryoko was faring no better.  Her panty was light blue.
“So, aren’t you lovers?” Mayumi shouted.
She was leader of her gang of four. I knew she had a crush on me, but I loved Ryoko only.
“What do you want to do?”
“Oh, look at our Hitomi! How courageous! Ryoko, you should be proud of her.”
Ryoko kept her silence.
“Make love! Quick! Right in front of us!”

“We will not!” I said.
“It is not up to you. If you do not do it, I will strip her completely naked and cut her face with broken glass.”
“No!” I knew this bitch would do exactly as she threatened.
“Ryoko, do not be frightened.” I pulled my body towards her and began to kiss her.
“Hitomi…”
“Ryoko, we must not show weakness.”
I helped her to take off her brassiere.  Her breasts were not too big. But they were beautiful, and could move others to affection upon seeing them.
My own brassiere was also removed, then our panties.
Very soon the empty school echoed with the sound of our love-making.
“Ryoko, I love you.”
“I love you too, Hitomi.”
From the corner of my eyes I could see the rage of jealousy of Mayumi reflecting in her pupils.
There were four of them and they were more strongly built. We were dragged out.
“Take them up to the rooftop of the chapel!” Mayumi said.
I felt fear for the first time.  What did Mayumi had in mind?
The chapel had a flat roof, and right in the middle was a huge wooden cross.
“What are you going to do?”I shouted.
Mayumi did not respond. She snatched Ryoko away from me and pointed a penknife at her face.
“Tie her up on the cross! Hitomi, if you dare to resist.” She waved the knife in front of the face of Ryoko.
There was nothing I could do, and I let them tie me up on the cross with ropes and bicycle chains.
“Let Ryoko go!”
Mayumi laughed. “How loveable. You do not even care for your own predicament.” Then she turned towards her girls and said “Tie her up there too.”
So, Ryoko was tied to the cross with me, back to back.
The stretching out of our arms made breathing difficult.  I knew most people crucified did not die of bleeding, but suffocation.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing much really.  We are going for lunch.  When we come back, we will bring some reporters and let them see how our beauty-queen looks naked on the cross with her lover.”
“You are sick!”
But she did not seem to have listened, and went away with her girls.
–
“Hitomi, I am scared.”
“Don’t be,” I said.
But I was scared too. To let other people see us in this state would be embarrassing. But I knew if Mayumi came back later than we expected her to, we could get ourselves killed. But I had to pretend to be calm.
A wind rose.
Our naked bodies felt even colder. Once we lost body warmth, the risk would rise.
Our arms felt heavier and heavier.
How much time had passed?  There was no sign of Mayumi.
Now I would rather she really bring the reporters!
A long time passed. The sky was turning dark.
We would not be spotted from kilometers around, and with darkness it would not be possible at all.
“Ryoko…”
“Hitomi…” Her voice was so weak. “Hitomi, I am dying.”
“No! Don’t die!”
“Hitomi, I love you…”
“I love you too.  I am sorry to get you into this…”
“No, I am happy…Hitomi.  With you, even if I die, I am happy…”
“No! Ryoko1 We will not die…”
But she had become silent.
“Help! Save her!” I screamed at the top of my voice.
Only the sound of wind…
I felt colder and colder
“Ryoko…Ryoko…”

(Aftermath)

Mayumi did not really mean to kill them. But their car had an accident.  All four were hospitalized: one died later and all the others went into shock and coma.
When one of them came to, it was two days later.
They found two naked corpses on the rooftop of the chapel; both of the girls having died of suffocation.  The one called Hitomi had also lost her control before death as there were signs of urination on her thighs.
Mayumi and her girls were sentenced to five years of imprisonment each.
Hitomi and Ryoko were cremated, and with the consent of their respective families, their urns were put together in a temple.

6.

The hanged woman

It was the eighth time that he raped me in the cell.
I had given up all hope to return alive to my grandfather’s place; he would not let me leave here alive.
I was taken hostage into their van five days ago, in the early hours.
The bar I worked for closed for the day, and as my flat was not so far away, I decided to walk home.  Unfortunately I ran into them trying to ram the jeweler’s shop with the vehicle.
They would not let me go; I had seen all their faces, all five of them.
Actually one of them wanted to shoot me once they got back to this underground cell. But he stopped him.  He seemed to be a leader, though not a dominating one.  There were all many-time convicts.
He did not let his accomplice shoot me, probably because he had designs on me.
That night he came in and tore open my white blouse, put his hands over my black brassier and held my tits.
“Don’t you dare shout!  There is no use shouting anyway.” He told me that when he tore away the tape that they used to seal my mouth.
Then he took my bra off and nodded when he was satisfied with my firm and ample breasts.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Hitomi.”

“Good name.” he commented.
Then he raped me then and there.
I did not resist. Although I hated being raped, he was the least wicked among them. He looked handsome and was certainly an old hand in carnal sport. Under his fondling, I could not resist the urge to utter my slutty moans.
“Slut!” he said with a laugh. May be he was right.
I had slept with many men; that was what being a bar girl was supposed to do: anyone who was willing to pay the right price.  Added to these were the cops, and sometimes guys from the underworld.
He would not think I was a Joan d’Arc, right?
After he had me he did not let me put my blouse back on. I was left with only my black bra and panties.
Besides him, there was one other guy who also raped me.  I hated that one.  There was a very unpleasant smell on his body.
Other than being raped, they did nothing to mistreat me.  They talked among themselves, not using Japanese for that matter.  They did nothing to guard me because they knew I was a dead woman walking, and only in the cell.
Later, we became wilder in our sex.  I once even made love to both of them at the same time.  They laughed and said I was a born slut.
After making love, I asked for my lipstick and they gave it back to me.
So in the next sex, I put on my lip-stick and sucked their cocks.
They were so high.
Of course they were not concerned about the possibility of my biting their things off.  They had warned that if I dared doing that, I would die ugly; they would destroy my pretty face.
I did not want to die that way, though I knew by this time they would kill me.
This should be the last time we made love.
They were going to leave tomorrow.  I knew as I watched them packing things up.
I was right.
After making love, he brought me to a room on the upper floor and let me watch him throw a loop over the beam. I got my lipstick out applied it to my lips.
He laughed. “Why do you do that? Don’t you know you are going to die?”
I said, “I do not want them to find my body looking white as a ghost.”
He laughed again, no longer paid me any attention, and continued with his preparation.
He got it right, pulled me to the stool and had my wrists bound behind my back.
I had only the black bra and the panties on me.  When the police discovered me, I concluded they would find a real sexy corpse.
“Where is the lipstick?”
“I threw it away.  I won’t be needing it anyway.”
He got me on the stool and put the noose round my neck.
Before dying, I could not stop weeping. I was only twenty-eight, and I had not even gone to the Spain I always dreamed of going.
He was unmoved and kicked the stool away under me.
“Argh!” I could only utter half a scream; the rope tightened.
“…” I could no longer breathe; my feet kept kicking wildly.  He just laughed and so did everybody else as they had all come up to watch.
My eyes must have opened so wide.
The tongue had stuck out…did I look bad?
Then, a stinking smell…
My urine dripped down from my panties to the floor.
Everything blurred.

(Aftermath)

The police found the body of Hitomi wearing only a bra and panties two days later.  The reporters got there first and snapped pictures of the sexy corpse for their front-page before they could be stopped.  The culprits were arrested in a funeral parlor in Sendai on the same day; one of them smelled strongly of preservative.  The police had found what Hitomi had written with the lipstick in a corner of the room: a telephone number in that city and the word “preservative.” She learned it from their conversation.  They did not know one of her former lovers was also Vietnamese…

7.

The bodies

Bang! Bang!
I fired two shots at the cops surrounding us and saw a young policewoman put her hand over her chest as she went down.
“Li Xiao-wan, are you ok?” I shouted at the top of my voice
“Can do!” she replied.
We belonged to the same underground organization with a mission to start a revolution overturning this cruel junta.
In the past half year we had carried out five successful missions… until this time.
We were betrayed. There must be a turncoat in the organization.  We were foiled and found ourselves trapped on the eighth floor of this building surrounded by hundreds of cops.
“Wakayama Hitomi! Li Xiao-wan! You are surrounded.  There is no escape for you.  Come out with your hands over your heads and surrender!”
I knew the chance of getting out alive was close to zero.
“Hitomi, don’t let me be taken. I cannot stand male hands roaming over my body.  They rape prisoners.”
“Wan, do not worry. I give you my word you will not be raped.”
Xiao Wan and I were partners… and lovers.
I knew the size and shape of her breasts, every curve of her torso and her cries of abandon when making love. I also learned that she was born hairless down on her pubic mound. This was a secret only known to both of us. I knew she would rather die than be raped by men.
We had less than twenty rounds between us.
“Are you afraid of dying?” she asked.
“Not if I die with you,” I said.
“Then, let us give them hell!”
“Good!”
She rushed out to the balcony and started shooting randomly. I saw her body being riddled with bullets. Her black leather jacket was wide open in the front, and the connecting part of her black bra snapped as a shot drilled into her, exposing her fine tits.  She made a 360 degree twisting turn and over-hanged by the railing on the balcony, eyes wide open, her long hair swaying with the wind.
I knew the meaning of her accusing gaze.  She was trying to ask why I was so cruel to let her die alone.
I wouldn’t, of course.
I rushed out to the balcony, a gun blasting on one hand as I grabbed her waist with the other.  She was still alive and could see a hole being made in my breast.
Then I took her body and jumped.
I had promised her not to let any man rape her. And I did not believe many men would be interested in the bodies of two women whose brains had splattered onto the pavement, no matter how beautiful they had been.
Before our heads hit the ground, I saw her smile…

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