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Pansy Parkinson’s Plot 0 (0)

Posted on August 3, 2015 by riwa

Note: I guess you’d call this a fan fiction as a request by my friend to put Emma Watson’s character in some sort of water peril. I’m not a serious follower of these characters, but I tried to put in some research to make it a reasonably enjoyable tale while endeavoring to use their English idioms. I suspect there is a lot that can be critiqued, so please be a bit gentle on this one. Thanks and enjoy!

Draco Malfoy pushed his way through his fellow Slytherin house classmates as he angrily strode into the common room. His constant companions Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle followed him at a respectful distance. The highest ranking male student of the Inquisitor Squad was not in a good mood.

He walked up to the high-backed chair he had claimed for himself, glaring at the teenager currently sitting in it. The young man saw him and wisely jumped up to find another seat before he could earn that infamous Malfoy wrath. Then Draco plopped into it with a disgusted “Bloody hell!”

Pansy Parkinson instantly noticed the fury on the face of the student she considered to be her boyfriend. “What happened?” she asked in concern, immediately becoming angry at whoever or whatever had crossed the path of her beloved.

“We tried to follow that nutter Looney Lovegood to see where she was going! When she stepped through a door, we chased after her! Would you believe it turned into a bloody broom cupboard?? She completely disappeared!!” He was obviously irate at having lost the Ravenclaw house student.

“They’re meeting somewhere; I just know it!” he added, clearly infuriated. “They’re obviously breaking decree number sixty-eight! They know they’re not supposed to be meeting but I know they are! We just can’t seem to catch any of them at it!” That’s when Pansy noticed the bump on his head.

“You’re hurt!” she cried out in alarm, reaching out for his forehead. “Are you all right?”

He angrily swatted her hand away as he gave her a dirty look. He wasn’t about to tell her they had all ended up falling head first into a doorway that had magically collapsed into a broom cupboard. “Leave my forehead alone, ok?” he demanded. She dutifully backed off.

“10 points deducted from Ravenclaw for Lovegood!” he declared. As a member of the Inquisitor Squad he had the authority to deduct points for the house cup at the end of the year. It was a pitifully small victory considering the humiliation he’d just gone through.

“I wish we could find out what they’re up to!” Pansy said in disgust. “I KNOW they’re breaking the rules!” There were grunts of agreement from the other Slytherin students sitting around in the common room listening in.

“Umbridge keeps calling them in to her office,” Draco snorted derisively, “but she hasn’t found out anything yet! She’s hopeless! We’ve got to find out what’s going on for ourselves!” Malfoy glared angrily at the students standing and sitting all around him.

He considered his failure at finding the forbidden organization’s meeting room a personal insult. Students were meeting without him, Slytherin house or Umbridge being able to find out where and when. He prided himself on being in the know about these things. It galled him that his house had yet to nail Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, that filthy mudblood Hermione Granger or any of the others.

Pansy was also frustrated by the whole affair. Obviously there was some sort of banned organization taking place in Hogwarts. She could feel the other students from the other houses talking and laughing behind their backs during mealtimes at their inability to locate the guilty culprits.

Headmaster Dolores Umbridge had given them unlimited power and discretion in their duties as members of the Inquisitor’s Squad. But so far that had resulted in nothing more than deducting house points and engaging in some enjoyable acts of cruelty. Perhaps it was time to step up their game… earn more power for themselves.

“I have an idea,” she offered with a sinister smile.

Draco was not impressed and he snorted in derision. “Well, Pansy… I’m sure we’d ALL like to hear about it!”

“Leave it to me and my girls, ok?” she suggested slyly, slinking up to her boyfriend and lovingly caressing his face. “I think we can coerce someone to tell you what you want to know, Draco!”

He eyed her with disdain despite being fully aware of her love for him. “Well, you’d better, Parkinson!” he replied contemptuously. “Do you know how much Umbridge and the Ministry would reward us once we uncovered this conspiracy?” She simply ignored his anger toward her, chalking it up to his latest humiliation with the broom cupboard.

“I know, Draco; I know. Let me and my girls handle this, ok?” Then she eyed her cohorts sitting around them with a knowing smile…

—

It wasn’t easy catching Hermione Granger all alone. Pansy had a couple of spies try to tail the mudblood each and every minute of every day to establish a routine. But the Gryffindor student often changed her pattern of behavior and was sometimes hard to catch all by herself. And when she disappeared for hours at a time it was clear she had somehow slipped away to attend that banned meeting.

Pansy finally tried the direct approach, coming right up to Hermione in the library one day while feigning having a problem in one of her classes. The Gryffindor girl was naturally leery of her. But Pansy made it a point to appear genuinely confused about getting a particular potion right, claiming that Granger was the best in class and was always good about such things.

Hermione was still suspicious, and was hesitant to offer any counsel on potions. It was the excuse the Slytherin girl needed to appeal to Hermione’s compassionate side. “I should have known you Gryffindor girls are bad about helping another student,” Pansy pouted. “All I wanted was a little help. I just can’t get the bloody potion right! But if you won’t help me then I suppose I’ll just have to fail the class and try again next year!”

The tactic worked when Hermione put up a hand to stop further speech. “All right – all right,” she sighed heavily. It was clear she didn’t want to help a member of the Slytherin house. But she just couldn’t turn away a student in need, even if it was someone she didn’t like very much.

“Follow me,” she said, secretly rolling her eyes the moment Pansy wasn’t looking right at her. Then she led her over to the section in the library on herbs. But when she rounded a corner she saw a handful of Slytherin girls already waiting for them.

“What’s this?” she wanted to know, stiffening in alarm. She turned to Pansy who had a hand out, palm up. Then she blew some dust into her face. Hermione tried to cry out in alarm, only to find herself blacking out almost instantly. One of the Slytherin girls caught her before she could hit the floor and make any noise to attract attention.

“Did I get it right, mudblood?” Pansy politely asked the unconscious girl with a sickeningly sweet smile. Then she instructed the girls to quietly escort Miss Granger out of the library without anyone noticing what they were up to…

—

Hermione slowly regained consciousness, only to find herself somewhere inside a dimly lit cavern with walls of a greenish hue. She discovered to her horror she was up flat against the rock wall, fully suspended off her feet. When she checked to see what was keeping her off the ground she saw hands coming out of the rock holding onto her wrists and ankles. To make matters worse, she did not seem to have possession of her wand.

She jolted at the horror of hands holding onto her. She tried to wriggle free, only to feel them tighten around her wrists and ankles. It creeped her out so much that she screamed bloody murder… “SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!”

Her panic lessened when she thought she heard footsteps. Then Pansy Parkinson appeared with several of the girls from her goon squad in tow. She felt better now that she was not alone… only now she was angry.

“Hey, mudblood; how’s it hanging?” Pansy asked cheerfully. The girls around her all chuckled at her pun.

Hermione had heard the insult her whole life and had grown accustomed to ignoring those who callously threw it her way. Besides, that wasn’t nearly as upsetting to her as having disembodied hands holding her up off the cavern floor. “Get me down from here right this instant!” she demanded.

“Certainly, mudblood,” Pansy answered politely. “…just as soon as you tell us where this illegal organization is meeting.”

Aha; so THAT was why they’d kidnapped her!

“Organization; what organization?”

“Don’t act dumb with me, Granger; it won’t wash. We all know there’s a secret organization meeting somewhere in Hogwarts. And you and Ron and Harry are all principal members. We know that for a fact; our spies are everywhere.”

For a moment Hermione stiffened in alarm. Then she appeared to relax. If Pansy’s spies were indeed everywhere then they would have no doubt discovered the Room of Requirement by now, an event that would have immediately been followed by the arrest of every member of the group. So it sounded like they still had no clue where they were meeting. That was a relief!

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hermione told her. “Now would you get me down from here? This is bloody uncomfortable!”

“Why don’t you just hang around awhile, mudblood,” Pansy told her. “Maybe being up there overnight in this cold, moldy cavern will change your mind and loosen your tongue.”

“I don’t know anything! Now get me down from here, ok? You can’t treat me like this!”

“See you around, Granger!” Pansy said with a cheerful wave as she turned to go. Her girls all laughed as they turned and followed her out, leaving Hermione all alone.

“Pansy, you come right back here and turn me loose this INSTANT! You’re going to be in so much trouble! My friends will come get me out of here; you’ll see! Then you’re going to get it good!”

“But your friends don’t have the faintest clue where you are, Granger.” Pansy’s voice seemed to echo from the cavern walls all around her.

Hermione screamed, if only to see if she could attract a friendly face to come investigate the noise. “Scream all you want, mudblood!” Pansy’s fading voice laughed. “No one is going to hear you down here!” There was more laughter from the Slytherin entourage, although it was getting faint. Then the cavern settled into uncomfortable silence.

Hermione struggled against the hands holding her to the rock wall. But they stubbornly clung to her with a disturbingly tight grip. She was unsuccessful in getting them to release her.

She let out a wail of frustration, thrashing about in their grasp. Then she settled down, realizing her struggles were useless. She was going to require some assistance if she was ever to get out of these caverns and get her wand back.

She looked all around, investigating her surroundings in the dim lighting. The walls, the floor; everything was tinted in various shades of green. There were passages that led off in two other directions besides the one Pansy and her girls had taken. So where was she being kept??

Hermione looked up at the ceiling above her, trying to see if there was something up there that could shed a clue. But there was nothing helpful to see. Then she thought she noticed a damp spot heading off down one of the tunnels.

She studied it and then looked up along the wall right next to it. The rock surface appeared to be damp. That’s when it hit her…

She was under Black lake. And if she remembered correctly, so was the Slytherin common room! Was she in one of the caverns off that very room? If she was then it was possible she might be too far deep in the caverns from the main room to be heard even if she did try to scream her bloody head off!

Hermione sighed and then tried to relax. It was probably going to be awhile. But once she turned up missing her friends would start a very thorough search. She decided she didn’t want to be anyone associated with the Slytherin house once Harry found out they’d been keeping her down here!

—

Ginny Weasley was the first to notice Hermione’s absence. The others didn’t think anything about it as their friend hadn’t missed anything important. But Ginny always made it a point to be somewhat aware of Hermione’s whereabouts. And the fact that she couldn’t find her anywhere was a little unsettling.

She began making the rounds asking if anyone had seen or heard from her. But no one had seen her recently. And no one seemed to know where she might have gone on such short notice. That’s when Ginny went to the one place she was sure she would find her friend.

She showed up at the library and started looking around all the familiar places Hermione might be studying. After all, it was a place the Gryffindor girl often frequented. But again, she couldn’t find her anywhere. And dinner was fast approaching!

She checked with the librarian… Yes, Hermione had been there earlier. No, she didn’t seem to be there now. And it was funny Ginny should mention it, because now that she thought about it she hadn’t actually seen her leave.

Ginny Weasley became alarmed so she started to pry, asking the librarian more questions… No, Hermione hadn’t appeared to be sick or anything. She seemed quite focused on her research and she was alone as usual. No, she hadn’t asked for any help or needed her assistance with anything.

When pressed, the librarian had to admit she hadn’t seen the door the whole time. One of the Slytherin girls had asked a specific question about a book on spells. It had required her to leave her desk and walk back with her to point out the tome in question.

Ginny would normally have thought nothing of that. But in this instance her friend was missing. And it was common knowledge the Slytherin house was assisting Umbridge in tracking down their illegal organization. It was nothing more than a couple of disjointed clues, but they were still a little troubling.

“Maybe I’ll go check the potions section again,” Ginny mused aloud. “That’s where she’s usually studying the most. Maybe I missed her.”

The librarian looked up and smiled brightly at the mention of potions. She suddenly remembered that a couple of students had walked by murmuring how odd it was that Pansy Parkinson was asking Hermione about potions. Perhaps she might ask the Slytherin girl herself as she might know the whereabouts of her friend.

Ginny froze, her heart racing. It seemed like another disjointed piece of information. But they were all starting to add up. Why would Pansy of all people ask Hermione for help on potions?? She thanked the librarian and left hurriedly.

With dinner fast approaching she spent the rest of her time trying to get close enough to eavesdrop on any Slytherin students she came across. She wanted to see if she could pick up something valuable… a morsel of information here or a tidbit of conversation there that might assist in her search perhaps? Surely by now Harry and Ron had also noticed Hermione was nowhere around and were just as curious as to her whereabouts as she was

It was about dinner time when she overheard snatches of a conversation between a couple of girls in Pansy’s goon squad telling each other of the guest they had down in the caverns beyond the common room. The one asked the other how long it might be before she talked. “Hard to know when you’re dealing with a mudblood,” the other replied. They both laughed as they went on to dinner.

‘That HAS to be where they’re keeping her!’ Ginny thought to herself as she listened from behind a pillar. ‘I’ve got to get her out of there! I’ll go get Harry; maybe he can help.’ Then she stopped herself.

The information was still hearsay, although it seemed reliable. But getting Harry involved might start a major incident. She knew for a fact he would do virtually anything in order to help Hermione out of a tight spot.

But what would happen if things blossomed out of control and went against them while trying to retrieve Hermione out of the Slytherin common room? Would Umbridge and the Slytherin house come up with some way of turning it around on them, maybe even getting Harry kicked out of school? She was much too fond of him to allow that to happen. Maybe she should try this one on her own.

Ginny carefully made her way in the direction of the Slytherin house dorms, trying to keep out of sight or to appear inconspicuous. Most everyone was heading off to dinner so they all but ignored her. Still, anytime she was seen out in the open she tried to have some legitimate reason of being where she was.

She made it to the Slytherin house and somehow managed to sneak inside without being spotted. It took a long time trying to work her way down toward the common room without being noticed. Several times she had to duck inside a room or hide out for several minutes waiting for voices to fade away. And she was really getting hungry! A growling stomach might give her away for sure!

She finally reached the entrance to the common room and peered inside. She fumed when she saw a couple of female students sitting on a couch eating together. Occasionally they looked back in the direction of a certain hallway. Was it possible they were standing guard?

Ginny suddenly started questioning herself, wondering if she was even on the right trail. Had she blown this all out of proportion? Even now Hermione might be at dinner asking where SHE was! Then she saw one of the Slytherin girls nod at the tunnel before asking, “Should we go give her something to eat?”

“No,” the other replied. “If she won’t talk then Pansy wants her to starve. Maybe that will loosen her lips.” Ginny’s eyes narrowed angrily; they were certainly talking about SOMEONE back in the caverns! Who else could it be??

“Do we have to stay here the whole time guarding the entrance and her wand?” the first one asked, nodding at an object sitting on the coffee table in front of them. “I’m not sure we should be keeping a wand that doesn’t belong to us.”

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s Pansy’s problem,” the other said. “If anyone asks, we don’t know a thing about it; got it?”

“Got it!”

That confirmed it! Hermione simply HAD to be somewhere back in those tunnels… maybe even incapacitated! It made Ginny’s blood boil as she came out of her hiding place and angrily confronted the two with her wand at the ready.

“Keeping a girl here against her will, are we? I’d say that’s a pretty big offense here at Hogwarts, wouldn’t you agree? I think you two are in big trouble for sure!”

“Ginny Weasley!” the first one cried out as both stood up and reached for their wands in unison. With a flash Ginny waved hers at the both of them. There was a double flash and a cry of surprise as two wands flipped out of the hands of their rightful owners. Hey, all that practice disarming each other back in the room of requirement had really paid off!!

“You’re going to be in so much trouble for that, Ginny!”

“And you two are going to be attending reformatory school for kidnapping!” she said angrily, aiming her wand right at them. That’s when both girls panicked and then bolted, circling around on either side of her before rushing out of the common room.

Ginny almost went after them before stopping herself. There was no use in going after them now. Besides, what good would it do? She had to go rescue Hermione and then get the two of them out of there!

She rushed forward and snatched up Hermione’s wand, grateful the two gits had identified it for her and then left it behind. Then she rushed down the tunnel. A moment later she found herself in a maze of caverns, wondering which way she should go…

—

Hermione’s stomach growled. She had no idea what time it was, but she was really hungry! It was obvious they had no plans on feeding her anytime soon. Were they simply going to hold her there against her will until she starved??

She heard a voice in the caverns and she turned to look. But this time it didn’t sound like Pansy or any of the other girls coming back. Then she heard an anxious voice cry out, a familiar voice… “HERMIONE? HERMIONE; WHERE ARE YOU?”

“I’M DOWN HERE, GINNY! I’M DOWN HERE! PLEASE HURRY!”

“WHERE ARE YOU? THIS PLACE IS A MAZE DOWN HERE!”

“KEEP GOING, YOU’RE GETTING CLOSER! KEEP GOING, GINNY; I CAN HEAR YOU BETTER NOW!”

“Hermione, where are you? I can’t find you!”

“Ginny, you’re almost there! You’re almost…”

And then Ginny stepped out from around a corner, staring in complete shock at what they had done to her friend. Hermione was never so grateful to see her in all her life!

“Hurry up and get me down from here, ok? They were trying to interrogate me about our meetings!”

“I can’t believe they did this to you!” Ginny gasped as she rushed up to her. Then she started pulling frantically on the hands to get them to release her. But the hands attached to the rock wall refused to let go of their prize!

“Use your wand – use your wand!” Now Hermione was wriggling and squirming again, anxious to be released now that help had arrived.

Ginny tried a couple of spells, but the hands remained unaffected. “The hands must be magically protected!” she gasped in frustration.

“Try the rock itself…directly behind them, Ginny! HURRY!”

“That’s a good idea!”

Ginny used a spell that made the rock wall start to lose its integrity by crumbling. Amazingly the hands came free as Hermione came crashing down off the wall. Ginny tried to catch her only for her friend to collapse right on top of her.

The two friends quickly stood up, Hermione dancing around anxiously while violently shaking her wrists and arms. The hands abruptly fell off from her wrists, having lost their connection to the wall. A moment later her ankles were free as well.

“UGH!” she blurted out with a shiver, staring down at the objects with disgust. “Those things gave me the creeps!” Then Ginny offered her wand to her… “I think this belongs to you?”

“Thanks!” Hermione gasped happily, feeling like she had just been reunited with a long, lost friend. “Now let’s get out of here!”

“I think it’s back this way!” Ginny gasped, pointing from the direction she had come. But before they could move they heard angry female voices coming down the tunnels…

“You mean you didn’t try to STOP HER??!!”

“She disarmed us, Pansy! What were we supposed to do??”

“You gits are USELESS!” Then they heard a familiar voice call out, “MUDBLOOD?? YOU AND YOUR FRIEND BETTER GIVE UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

“I don’t think so!” Hermione called back, pointing her wand just as Pansy appeared. Bolts of energy flashed out in the direction of the Slytherin girl, only to hit the wall behind her. She was forced to duck behind an outcropping as chunks of rock splintered off the cavern walls from the blasts.

“You nutter!” Pansy cried out, pointing her wand and firing in return. More chunks of rock wall came loose from near misses near the two Gryffindor girls, driving Ginny and Hermione deeper down the tunnels.

“Wait!” Pansy called to the others who were now rushing forward with wands raised. “Stop right here, girls!” Then she hollered down the tunnel, “You gits had better come back if you know what’s good for you!”

“I don’t bloody think so!” the voice of Ginny replied, sounding like she was fading into the distance

“Bad move, Weasley; bad move! Are you sure you and that mudblood don’t want to give yourselves up?” A couple of zaps and the fracturing of nearby rock somewhere up ahead was the only reply.

“Suit yourselves!” Then Pansy called her girls back before waving her wand again… “Forcicus!”

A shimmer of light flashed right in front of the group of girls. Pansy smiled as she picked up a chunk of fractured rock and tossed it at the shimmering light. It bounced back from a crackle of energy.

“Are you two SURE you don’t want to come back?” she hollered once more. There was no response, causing her to smile sinisterly as she waved her wand again and cast another spell. Almost immediately there was a new sound coming from the caverns ahead from beyond the force field…. the sound of water cascading over rapids… or perhaps the sound of a waterfall!

“That should bring them back,” Pansy smirked, addressing no one in particular…

(to be concluded…)

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Janet’s revenge (aka Cum die for me) 3.8 (15)

Posted on July 31, 2015 by riwa

(Note: I spent 143 minutes and added an additional 2,000 words to my edit of this repost today. I guess it shows how picky I can be sometimes with my edits. I hope you enjoy the changes.)

I awaken to the sensation of the anchored dive boat bobbing gently in the waves of the cove. But when I reach over to touch Alan I discover he’s not in bed with me. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. But when I look around I find I’m alone in our cabin.

My first thought is that he couldn’t sleep and that he’s wandering around somewhere up on deck. But my next thought is not so reassuring. I find myself wondering if he’s off somewhere with that blonde slut who joined our dive party the other day.

A few really deep breaths…then stuff that enormous cock in my mouth… as deep as I can…for as long as I can. I’m 30 feet deep, drifting in the warm dark ocean at night with a delicious 10 inch cock gagging… my… throat!! What a fucking thrill!! I mean like… I’m-dripping-wet-and-almost-ready-to-cum kinda thrill!!

I slip into my bikini and go up on deck, searching for Alan. But I can’t find him anywhere. Right away I notice one of the scuba tanks appears to be missing. Maybe he couldn’t sleep and went for a little dive without me! He knows you should never dive alone. But I have my suspicions as to who he might be diving with!

I knew it was dangerous… not only physically, but a huge risk of being caught! That only made it more intense. Alan was notorious for getting women in trouble… a real bad-ass! And don’t they say a bad-ass makes a girl‘s heart pound harder? The more trouble they are, the bigger their cock is! The more arrogant they are, the more us ladies….. just gotta have it!! Just seeing his hard cock down here makes my mouth water, especially the way he points it right at me!

All I have to do is sneak down to her cabin, open the door and then peek inside to confirm my suspicions. That blonde strumpet is missing too! That’s when I go from being a little irritated to downright pissed in about 2 seconds flat!! I’m just betting he’s overboard with that blonde slut!! In no time at all I’m back up topside, quickly slipping into my red and black wetsuit and gearing up! Someone’s about to pay dearly for fucking up my peaceful night tonight!! Then I’m over the side into the warm ocean water where I begin my search with not-so-pleasant thoughts running through my mind… lethal thoughts!

The first night out on this little onboard dive trip, he seduced me and fucked my brains out… I mean, like I’ve never been fucked before! I promised him I’d do whatever he wanted in return! So tonight he wanted me to suck him off and take a mouthful of cum underwater, which I’d gladly do on a daily basis anyway! The problem is: his girlfriend!!

I pause and take a good look all around me. He couldn’t have gone far; he would have kept close to the boat! That much I’m certain of! He probably wants to get that cock of his sucked underwater by that blonde floozy who came on board the other day! So I know they couldn’t have gone too far from the boat! They’re down here somewhere; I just know it!

Not only is Janet psycho-jealous… she’s literally a killer! I heard of two woman who disappeared after Janet caught them diddling with Alan! …nothing ever proven… maybe just rumors. But those two bitches were never seen around town again!

Heaven help this bitch if I ever catch her with my Alan! They never found the last two bitches I caught with him! The first one I lured out on a dive where I took her down and then sliced her air hose. I wedged her drowned body in a crevasse I found while I hauled all her dive gear to a point ten miles away and then dropped it overboard.

The second bitch I caught shortly after she got done fucking my Allan in that lagoon. He was using scuba; she was freediving. He didn’t pay any attention to her after he surfaced, the fucking bastard! That allowed me to come up from underneath her and drag her down.

It wasn’t much of a fight, let me tell you! I simply straddled her waist, grabbed her wrists and then waited for the inevitable. You have no idea how hot it was having her body hump me like crazy as those spasms set in and set her off. And those drowning bubbles were satisfying as hell! I think she was still conscious when I hauled her down and wedged her under some rocks. Then I left her there.

So if this blonde bimbo is with my Alan then it’s the last cock she’s ever going to get! I enjoyed drowning the last one and I’ll enjoy drowning her too! After all, it’s a mighty big ocean out here! This bitch is liable to disappear just like the last two!

Again…part of the thrill? …having a powerful cock in my mouth that some woman is willing to kill for to protect! What a prize! A tasty bj and a mouthful of cum? Then we’ll sneak back to the boat, hopefully without Janet ever realizing we were gone!

It makes me all tingly just to think about what she might do if she ever caught us! Sucking a cock that belongs to another woman and then getting away with it? Fuck, what a rush! I think Alan loves it too, which is probably why he begged me to sneak over the side with him and then come down here and give him a blowjob! I just LOVE the way he’s twitching in my mouth!

I know they’re down here somewhere; they’ve just got to be! All I know is that whore had better enjoy his cock while she can! Because I can guarantee it’s going to be the LAST cock she ever gets to experience! In fact I’m buzzing like crazy imagining her drowning between my legs! Fuck; I really want to drown that bitch!

I’m a great swimmer and diver, and a great breath-holder! I only need a few deep breaths to go 2 to 3 minutes! And those are blissful minutes… tasting his massive cock in my mouth… feeling it grow… grow bigger… grow harder… grow into my throat like it belongs there!!

He won’t let me take a hit from his reg, but that’s all a part of the thrill! I have to get him off on one breath! Hell, I’ve done it before! Feeling him grow in my mouth until he can’t stand it and literally explodes, giving me that tasty cum? It nearly sets me off each and every time I get to blow him! That’s why I’m down here… the risk and the thrill… and the taste of his cum his girlfriend would kill over!

I see nothing yet in this darkness, but I know they’re somewhere nearby! They’re certainly not on board; I would have seen them had they tried to climb back on board! I’m not leaving until I find them, because that blonde bimbo is mine! I want to feel her between my legs as I drown her slutty ass!!

Hell, I should drown the both of them… and God knows they fucking deserve it! But Alan is such a bad-ass that I think I’m addicted to him. This is just the way he is. Sometimes he really pisses me off… but I can’t break the hold he has on me!

Hell, maybe he knows I’m out here! Maybe he knows what I’ve done! Maybe he gets off knowing I’ve drowned these girls! He fucks ‘em and I drown ‘em… quite a little thing we have going, eh? You know, I wouldn’t put it past him!

The warm salty precum mixing with the salt water in my mouth? Ahhhhhh! It’s like a pure sex-juice cocktail being gulped down my throat! My body vibrates from the intensity of it all! I feel so powerful… so in control, being master of such muscle and controlling him with my mouth! …all his strength and power being sucked into my body… in my tongue and lips… my throat!

I know I don’t have much time; I can feel the need growing in my lungs. But I won’t need much more than a few more seconds! And those will be blissful seconds as I suck on his meaty cock until I get the protein I’m craving, that and the orgasm I’ll experience from getting a mouthful of cum belonging to a very dangerous woman!

Is that a trail of bubbles I see drifting up to the surface? They must be a little deeper than I thought! Figures! That bitch thinks she’s safe the deeper they go? Well, let me tell you: she’s got another think coming! Fuck; I’m already getting horny just thinking about drowning the bitch!

My eyes roll back! I get dizzy to near black out! My pussy’s aching with an urge that pulls at my stomach! Every nerve in my groin is vibrating! I want to feel his massive explosion of power… his muscle spasms… his hot cum rocketing into my mouth – throat – stomach! Gawd; what… a… RUSH!!

My lungs are heaving; we’re certainly cutting this close! But I think Alan loves pushing my limits! That’s what adds to the risk and the thrill! He’s still not giving me a hit off his reg! But that’s ok! I can make the surface easily enough! Besides, I just can’t leave until I’ve displayed the power I have over him by making him give me his tasty cream… JANET’S cream! The thought of her wrath is so intoxicating that I nearly cum right then and there!

I finally locate them; they’re in the water all right! My anger intensifies when I see Alan in scuba gear while that bitch is almost naked with his cock in her mouth! She’s gulping him down like a back-alley whore! My expression turns to one of grim determination. This is going to be fun!

As I swim toward them I decide this bitch isn’t about to rejoin us back on the boat! She likes being underwater?? Fine; I’m good with that!! I think it’s time she becomes a mermaid and ends up a permanent part of the landscape down here! One more drowning out here in the ocean won’t make any difference in the whole scheme of things. And I’m sure no one will mourn the disappearance of one more cock-sucking slut who can’t keep her hands off other peoples’ property!

I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth! I sense his back arching! It feels like the power of four horses swelling in my mouth! But now I’m out of air!!

My lungs are burning; my head feels like it’s filled with helium and floating away! My orgasm is deep, like from the very pit of my soul… hard and steady, like a wave that would last for years!

I grunt and moan as his cock twitches in my mouth. Any second now; I have to hold on a few seconds longer! My orgasm is glorious but it has weakened me, although not enough to make me stop sucking! I want that creamy load; I NEED his cum; I HAVE to have it! It’s my way of showing power over Alan and over his bitch of a girlfriend Janet! And just a few seconds more and that cum will be MINE!!

I kick with my fins as I move toward them, approaching from an angle where they can’t yet see me. I’m enraged, half mad from jealousy and possessiveness! There’s only one thing on my mind now! I’m determined to drown that bitch, and I’m going to get off doing it!! My pussy throbs, and I realize I’m actually looking forward to watching her painful spasms as she coughs her air away!

His burning cum pumps from his cock, rocketing down my throat! I can’t swallow it fast enough; I have to pull away! It spurts into the water and I watch as though in a trance, my lungs starved for air as my body thrums from the orgasm I’ve just experienced. My head feels swollen, and I’m all dizzy and out of breath. But I’m not aware of anything but Alan’s spurting cock, and the power I’ve just exerted over him!

The sensation is overwhelming; I totally forget about being out of air! My body is in bliss, vibrating slowly… deeply… as I float in the warm seawater! Then I take Alan’s cock back in my mouth… sucking… savoring… tasting the flavor of a male member spent in glorious release.

The wave of ecstasy suddenly turns into a burning pain! What the fuck??!! I’m 30 feet deep and I’ve been holding my breath for the last 2 or 3 minutes?? I look to Alan and tap my lips, but he shakes his head no, the bastard! That’s the deal; that’s what I signed up for! I give him an underwater blowjob with nothing but the air in my lungs! If I want anymore then I’ll simply have to go to the surface and get it myself!

As I move in for the kill I realize Alan is looking in my direction, looking right at me. Then he smiles and nods as he heads for the surface. He actually knows what I’m going to do… and he doesn’t give a fuck! The stupid bitch doesn’t have a clue that she’s been set up!

I smile grimly as I set after her. I have no idea where she thinks she’s going. I glance up one last time to see Alan heading for the boat. I honestly don’t think he cares what I’m about to do to this stupid slut!

But maybe that’s the point. Maybe he likes to imagine what I’m going to do to her! He doesn’t want to watch, but he’s all too happy to let me do his dirty work! Don’t worry, baby; she’s not going to live to see daylight! All it takes are a couple of strong leg kicks in her direction to catch up to her. Then I unzip a bit of my wetsuit to let my tits breathe as I grab on…

As I kick to the surface I realize I’m going deeper… deeper into the ocean… AWAY from the air!! Am I hallucinating? My legs are kicking, but it doesn’t feel like I’m going anywhere! I’m dizzy, disoriented, my lungs heaving in my chest! I need air badly, but I’m not heading upward! What’s happening to me??

“GOTCHA, you fucking WHORE!” I crow inwardly as I grab her from behind. She tries to struggle but I have her arms pinned behind her back! She isn’t going anywhere except down. Strange how she doesn’t seem to have the energy to resist me. Did sucking that cock take it all out of her? Don’t worry, honey! I’ll make sure you don’t ever suck another cock again in this lifetime!

She tries to pull her arms free but I tighten my grip, refusing to let go. I study her intently, my hand on her throat. I feel like throttling her, but the water is going to take care of that for me just fine!

I can’t see her but I know it’s Janet! She must have awakened and noticed we weren’t on board! That bitch must’ve geared up and come down looking for us. I’m in real trouble now!

Where the hell is Alan? Doesn’t he want any more of my underwater blowjobs?? I’m the best he’s ever had; he should know that by now! What the hell is he thinking leaving me at the mercy of his murderous girlfriend??!!

I can tell by the way she’s struggling that it won’t be much longer. She doesn’t seem to have the strength left to fight me! That’s just fine, honey… make it easy on yourself! You might as well give in to it and just get on with the business of drowning for me. I know you’re out of air while I have plenty strapped to my back. It’s just too damn bad for you I don’t feel like sharing!

I don’t have the strength to struggle very much. Through the burning in my lungs I still feel my pussy ache, vibrating from the deep orgasm I’ve just experienced! In fact I can feel another one fast approaching with each breathless heave of my lungs! I’m going to cum again; fuck, I’m going to cum again!

She still isn’t putting up much of a struggle! The stupid slut must have been at the tail end of her breath-hold, too out of breath to fight me! It’s just as well… she’s never going to see the surface again anyway!!

Isn’t that right, honey? Open your mouth and suck it in for me! My, but your nipples are hard! Are you going to cum as you drown for me? Well, why not! You might as well enjoy your drowning as it will be the last orgasm of your miserable existence! I know I’m probably going to cum just watching your painful drowning spasms!

My vision goes black; my heart pounding as my body shakes! But it feels good! It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before! I’m out of breath at the bottom of the ocean in Janet’s murderous grasp… and I’ve just experienced an orgasm that rivals all my previous orgasms!

She starts to lose air and… wait a minute! Did the slut just cum?? Did the fucking bimbo just have an orgasm down here? Enjoy it, honey, as it’s liable to be your last!

Oh fuck; I’m drowning! It hurts so fucking bad! Janet is drowning me! Where the hell is Alan??!!

She’s gulping and convulsing now; it’s about fucking time! That’s right, bitch; suck it all down! Feels a lot different that swallowing cum, doesn’t it?

That’s right, hun; you’re my third! You should have known better! Didn’t Alan tell you all the bitches he fucks end up at the bottom of the ocean? Or were you two stupid to know better than to mess around with another woman’s man? I guess you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you!

She goes limp in my grasp and I exhale with complete satisfaction! This one is about to disappear as well… just one more missing slut no one around town will even care about! And who knows how many wives and girlfriends I have just spared by drowning this bitch??!!

I turn her around so she can see that it’s me. Then I climb on and start humping her crotch hard. It forces more air out of her lungs, and I’m giddy with excitement!

I can see it in her eyes, she’s still conscious. It’s the saltwater of the ocean prolonging her suffering. I smile vindictively at her before putting a hand into her stomach and pushing hard.

I push her away as another burst of air leaves her flooding lungs. Then I’m having a delicious orgasm of my own, and I moan as I smile thankfully at her. Her drowning has brought me great pleasure!

It’s Janet all right; I can tell she’s enjoying this! It hurts like hell; why haven’t I blacked out yet? She pushes into my stomach and I can’t stop the flush of bubbles that burst out past my parted lips. It’s really happening; I’m really drowning down here!!

I let her go and withdraw out of sight, watching that little trickle of air escape her flooded lungs! It was satisfying as hell!! Now I want her to experience the feeling of drowning painfully all alone out here in the ocean!

I feel a heat come over my whole being… then nothing. Then I am just adrift, sinking slowly in warm ocean water. It hurts all over and I want to scream out in panic. But I can’t make my lips move, can’t make any of my muscles move!

Has Janet left me all alone down here? Am I going to disappear along with the others? Fuck, what was I thinking??!!

Am I dead? Is this the end of life? Was a fuck and a mouthful of cum worth it? I honestly don’t know! But I can tell you this! If I live to do it again? I’LL be the one wearing the scuba tank!

I swim back over to her and climb aboard. Then I stare into her eyes. The bitch has finally left this world; her eyes are deliciously vacant.

I hump her hard, enjoying the way her body jerks and bounces. I smack her face a couple of times, although it does little good down here in the depths. Then I feel her crotch. She is slippery from her flowing juices; she must have cum a time or two.

I straddle her face and rub my crotch back and forth over her lips. It’s enough to trigger another delicious orgasm. Then I pull away and grab an arm, dragging her further into the depths.

I find a nice outcropping I shove her body into, wedging her good and tight. “Now you just enjoy yourself down here,” I motion with a salute of my hand. “I’m sure there’ll be some hungry sharks passing by any minute now.” Then I head for the surface, thinking perhaps it’s my turn to suck Alan’s cock and then fuck that bad-ass up good…

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

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Grandad’s birthday party 4.4 (30)

Posted on July 27, 2015 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

It’s a grand birthday party for the old codger, and all of his family and friends are there. Aneeqa and I are invited because I live just down the road. The food is grand and the drinks flow freely.

After awhile Grandad starts telling stories and everyone gathers round to listen. But I start to wonder how much he’s had to drink when he shares this dark fantasy about seeing pretty women hang to death. It certainly makes me wonder about the old bloke!

He tells us he’s seen pictures and renders on some snuff groups. He says he’s never seen a hanging for real of course; it’s all just in his mind. That’s when one of his older friends suggests that Aneeqa and I are built just right for his fantasy and how we should oblige his kinky dreams.

There are whoops and hollers with lots of voices cheering us on telling us we should put on a really good show for the old man. A bench is quickly set up right in front of Grandad with two nooses dangling above it. Then everyone cheers us on to give the old codger a real thrill!

Aneeqa and I have been drinking pretty heavily and our inhibitions are pretty much gone. She giggles as she leans over and whispers to me how we ought to put on a good pretend-show for all the blokes watching, especially the older ones. She says she’s game if I am, so we both walk over to stand in front of the bench.

We bow grandly in front of ol’ Grandad and then start to strip. There are lots of whoops and hollers as we slowly get undressed in a teasing manner. I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m also turned on beyond belief knowing we’re really giving the old bloke and his rowdy friends quite a show.

Grandad’s eyes are huge and I can see him and his friends panting heavily as we strip down to our birthday suits. Somebody hollers, “Now tie the two birds up!” and a couple of Grandad’s friends rush forward with a couple lengths of rope. Our arms are tied behind our backs and we both get groped a little, much to Grandad’s delight. But we’re so intoxicated that neither one of us minds one bit!

Someone else hollers, “Now get ‘em up onto the bench!” and Aneeqa and I are helped up onto our bare feet. The nooses are looped around our necks and then snugged up real good. I get the erotic shivers something fierce as my pussy drips like crazy, my nipples feeling like they’re going to pop right off!!

“Everybody’s looking at us, love!” Aneeqa giggles at me. I can tell she loves the attention we’re getting. I love it too, especially the way Grandad is leaning forward on his chair to gawk at us.

All those codgers are leering at us! I can’t help getting turned on even more, hoping we’re making all those old dicks get hard! We’ve definitely had too much to drink. But for now I don’t care, especially with every eye upon us!!

“Want to see us dance, love?” Aneeqa calls out to Grandad with a giggle. She gawks and gurgles as she poses seductively, acting as though her noose is really tight and that she is strangling to death. I grin and wriggle and squirm my naked body right along with her as though I’m in mortal agony.

One of his friends call out, “Pull the bench over with your walking stick, Grandad!” Aneeqa smiles and in a slurred voice tells him, “Go ahead; we’re ready, Grandad!” I tell him, “Go on, Grandad; pull our bench away and watch us dance! Give yourself a thrill, and us too!” But I really don’t think he’s going to do it; he’s just enjoying seeing us all noosed up.

I’m still thinking it’s all for show when he leans forward and hooks the bench with his walking stick. He is smiling so maybe he’s just teasing us. Aneeqa giggles as she tells me, “I think they love my tits, Dottie! I bet they all want to see them bounce!”

“Mine too!” I add, not wanting to be outdone by her. So I tease him by telling him, “Go right ahead, Grandad! Pull the bench over and give us a thrill!” It’s an incredible turn-on being naked, bound and noosed right there in front of everyone, especially when he could pull the bench over with his walking stick and send us kicking into eternity.

All of the sudden Grandad does exactly that: gives our bench a tug with his walking stick. It topples right over and Aneeqa and I drop unexpectedly. The noose grabs my neck and won’t let go, and I’m suddenly kicking and twisting and swinging all about!!

I look over at Aneeqa and see the terror in her eyes matching my own. Neither one of us thought they would really hang us. We just thought it would be a pretend hanging… posing more for show than anything else!

Aneeqa writhes and twists violently beside me. Our legs entangle and then untangle as we twist around and around and then swing back and forth! Then we bounce off each other’s naked bodies because they put our nooses too damned close to each other!! Our bums slam together, and it sends both of our bodies twisting and gyrating wildly as we swing back and forth while doing our dance of death!

My pussy flashes its pinkness as it flares and throbs, completely soaked through and all ready for sex! A voice inside me cries out, “NO; NOT LIKE THIS???!!!” But my body betrays me as though this is exactly what my pussy wants and that hanging to death is how I should experience my very last orgasm!! And it’s true: I’m cumming up a storm!

Aneeqa goes into some kind of convulsion, kicking hard as her body twists and then gyrates into some sort of an S. I realize she is orgasming just as wildly as I am!! Sheer bliss overwhelms me as the noose does its deadly work!

Grandad’s friends and family point and cheer, and I hear shouts of “LOOK AT THAT; THEY’RE BOTH CUMMING IN THE NOOSE!!!” Grandad has a drink in his hand, but he only has eyes for the two of us! It’s a look that tells me this is the way he has always wanted to see me!!

I can’t believe they’re not taking us right back down! My head feels like it will burst at any moment and my ears are ringing! There is a red mist in front of my eyes and I’m having trouble seeing. But the more I struggle the tighter the grip of the noose becomes… and the harder I cum!

My boobs are rock hard, my nipples swollen and hurting! But my pussy gives me away, flaring and squirting as I keep bringing my thighs together! My brain tells me I’m going to die, but my body is awash in a sea of asphyxiated bliss that seems never ending!

Despite my struggles, my legs keep flying open allowing everyone to see how wet I am and how hard I’m cumming. It’s as though I’m lewdly offering myself to Grandad for his visual enjoyment. His eyes flash excitedly; I’ll bet he wishes he was years younger so he could come up and fuck me in the noose! I wish he would too; anything to take away the pain of this hemp around my throat!

Aneeqa bounces off me again; I can tell she is struggling violently not to die! But that is a vain hope now! Grandad leans forward and I hope it’s to tell everyone to take us down. But all he’s doing is lighting his pipe!

A voice inside me screams, “SAVE ME, GRANDAD; SAVE ME!!” Then another massive orgasm ripples through my body, a mix of pain and pleasure that says to me… “This is what you really want, Dorothy! This is how you were born to die! So put on a great show; it’s going to be your last!” I rasp and gurgle, desperately trying to breathe as my legs part again and give him and everyone else watching another lewd display.

Grandad watches us kick and dance with great enthusiasm. In fact everyone is watching us intently; nobody lifts a finger to take us down. That’s when I know we’re both going to die.

Aneeqa suddenly jerks and gurgles; she is cumming again and actually pissing herself. I fight it for all I am worth before my final orgasm claims me. Then I am bucking and jerking and gurgling and fucking the air like the greatest of whores as the noose totally constricts my throat.

I can’t breathe anymore, and it hurts like bloody hell! Then I realize I don’t have the strength to fight anymore and I finally hang limp, my feet twitching as my body jerks and spasms. Aneeqa twitches next to me and my mind screams for Grandad to take us down now. But I can see he’s not going to; he’s just going to sit there and watch until we’re gone.

The last thing I’m aware of is my bladder giving way and it’s a humiliation beyond belief. Then I hear more whoops and hollers. The sounds fade away as though I’m getting farther away from everyone. Then I find myself tumbling into the abyss of oblivion with Aneeqa falling at my side…

(Inspired by a poser series by LYNX. Posers are courtesy of LYNX and are for illustration purposes only.)

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The gutting of Evelick (graphic) 3.8 (15)

Posted on July 24, 2015 by riwa

(Edited and reposted)

It’s morning and I’ve been in this dungeon the whole night. I’m chained naked to the wall; the only movements permitted me are my arms beyond the elbows to my hands. It’s my own damn fault of course; I have no one to blame but myself. Now I suspect Master is through with me once and for all, and I’m about to suffer a disgraceful ending to my life.

Last night this foolish young whore came up to me and begged me to sneak her out of the manor. Jennifer is her name, and apparently Master’s archers had taken great liberties with her for she was quite disheveled. But I’d imbibed a little too much of the grape and I allowed her frantic pleas to sway me.

Perhaps I felt sorry for her, knowing how rough Master’s men can be. But I should have known better. We barely reached the woods when we were caught. I was taken straight away to the dungeon while they hauled the screaming young wench away. I can only imagine how they must’ve used her throughout the night.

Now they bring her in and a couple of Master’s wenches throw her to the middle of the dirt floor. She’s bruised and battered and I suspect she’s taken a terrible beating. The cum of my Master’s many guests and servants stains her body, nearly blinding her eyes and matting her hair, no doubt with their many eruptions of sexual depravity.

The debauchery she must have endured through the previous night makes my womanhood moisten and my nipples harden. For a long moment I’m jealous of the many cocks she must have suffered through. I regret that it was not me in her place, for I fear that when Master is done with me I will be in no position to take any man’s member inside me ever again.

The wenches leave her on the floor, but it doesn’t matter as she appears too weak to move. She looks at me with eyes glazed over; they must have treated her horribly. But something else flickers in her eyes… the knowledge that she has been raped and abused all night long. Despite her appearance I suspect she enjoyed certain aspects of it.

I’m filled with envy and I look upon her with disdain. In a fit of drunkenness I showed her mercy by trying to spirit her away. As a result, SHE is the one who has suffered through what must have been a multitude of glorious cocks while I stewed down here in this cold hell.

It isn’t long until I hear movement outside the door. A couple of Master’s men step inside. Without a word they begin shackling her wrists and ankles.

She is too weak to protest as they operate some sort of pulley system that lifts her up off the floor upside down by her ankles. Her arms are also chained and stretched upward. When the men are through they give her a push, setting her to helplessly swaying back and forth as they exit the dungeon.

One of Master’s hens comes back in with several metal bowls, laying them around underneath the strumpet. In a flash I know what they’re for and I smile cruelly at her, my nipples hardening as my slit moistens again. She is about to pay most dearly for her attempt to depart. And I am to be privy to the whole matter.

I feel a tendril of my arousal slither down my naked leg in anticipation of her torment. I have gotten many a perverse thrill at watching my Master’s butchery of the female body. This one will be no less.

A voice in my head scolds me, reminding me that the only difference between the whore and myself is that I’m upright against the cold wall. The voice tells me I will certainly suffer a fate no less gruesome. The true nature of what I will soon face as evidenced by the precarious situation of the hanging whore in front of me grips me with growing dread… as well as a terrible arousal.

Another hen comes in, this time with a ring of metal in her hand. She forces it into Jennifer’s mouth and I wince jealously, all too aware that her head is waist high to a normal man. It is clear evidence that she will be treated once more to the tasty meat of someone in the manor, perhaps Master himself. Despite her plight I’m envious that her lips may soon be wrapped around Master’s enormous member.

The hag leaves – good riddance – and Jennifer and I are left alone to contemplate our fate. Her eyes are wide and she whimpers softly. She wriggles around in a futile attempt to find relief. But all she accomplishes is setting herself to swaying back and forth as she hangs upside down. I say nothing as I can tell by the look in her eyes – a look that mirrors my own – that she is probably contemplating her fate.

A short time later the strumpet Gwendolyn walks in, wearing the flowing robes that once belonged to me. She walks up to me and smiles cruelly. “This time I did not have to lift a hand to force you out of Master’s bed,” she says brightly, grabbing me by my chin and giving my head a shake. “This time you simply did it to yourself, Evelick. You did it with this whore over here, you stupid cunt! Now I will be the one to share Master’s bed!”

“Your arrogance does not amaze me so much as your blinding stupidity, you little tart!” and I spit my words in her direction. “Master will soon tire of you, just like he has with all the others! I already knew my time was short!”

“Now look who’s the stupid one!” she laughs, shaking my chin. “You’re the stupid bitch who tried to sneak the whore Jennifer out of the manor! Now Master is preparing a banquet in your honor, cunt! I would stay to watch him disembowel and dismember you. But a princess does not witness such things! However I WILL feast upon your flesh!” Her words chill me and despite my bravado they send a shiver rippling down my spine.

“I hope you CHOKE on me!” I bluster. “But you will NEVER bear the title of princess!”

“We shall see,” she replies haughtily. Then she squeezes one of my mammaries, observing my protruding nipples and shaking her head in disgust.

“The cunt is excited again… even at the thought of her own butchering! I DO hope these cook up nicely!” and she hefts one in her hand before squeezing it hard. “I’m looking forward to seeing how these taste!”

“GO TO HELL!”

“No, Evelick,” she says, solemnly shaking her head. “It will be YOU who will be making that fateful journey. Master is going to gut you like one of his prized bulls!”

Her words hit me with an erotic jolt as she grabs my head and kisses me hard. My humiliation is magnified as I helplessly succumb to her. I moan into her mouth as she savagely gropes my orbs. Then she cruelly bites my lip, and we both taste my blood.

“Bitch!” I sneer at her. But she just laughs, waving a dismissive hand at me.

She turns to cast her eyes upon Jennifer, and she gropes her breasts as well. “A traitorous whore like you doesn’t DESERVE to be presented on a plate at Master’s table. However, you’ll make a good feast for the animals.” Then she slaps the girl’s mounds hard before leaving the dungeon, her cackling laughter echoing in my ears.

Jennifer whimpers and grunts at me, her eyes wide as the knowledge of the horror she’s about to endure sets in. My fate will be similar, but at least I won’t entirely be fed to the dogs. And if I’m lucky Master might permit me the small pleasure of watching him butcher her first.

Another hag comes in with a steaming pot and a wooden funnel. She acknowledges me with a look, but she dares not show any sympathy for me. Instead she goes to work on the whore dangling upside down.

She cruelly forces a funnel into Jenifer’s womanhood and then proceeds to pour hot liquid from the pot into it, some of it spilling out and down over her naked, cum-streaked body. My understanding is that the physicians have concocted a potion that helps numb parts of the body so that dismemberment can continue while the victim remains alive enough to experience the procedure. For best effect it is delivered into a person’s sexual and/or anal orifices. But the application process can be quite… painful.

Jennifer screams as her body thrashes about, causing the woman to pause from her application of the concoction. Instinctively one of my hands finds my womanhood while the other rubs my breast. It occurs to me that perhaps Master granted me this final mercy… to be able to touch myself while Jennifer suffers.

The hen pours the potion… pauses… pours more… pauses again. Jennifer’s garbled cries from the ring in her mouth are like music to my ears as I furiously touch myself. Then the wicked bitch forces the funnel into the whore’s anus.

Jennifer cries anew as hot liquid is poured into her rectum… the cruelest of enemas. Pleasure crashes over me and I climax hard at the perverse cruelty of man against man. But I know my time is soon coming.

The hag finally leaves and the upside down whore is left writhing and moaning in torment. From what I’ve witnessed previously I can assure her that it’s only going to get worse. But instead I say nothing.

Perhaps I’m still jealous that all her holes were treated to cock after cock last night while I had to endure the cold of the dungeon, sharing my space with the rats. Now her agony is my ecstasy. After all, I know I will not live much longer to experience the pleasures of this world.

Master suddenly makes his appearance in his hunting attire. I can tell from his visage that he is angry with the two of us. My heart breaks and I wish I could convey to him my deepest of regrets for my foolish act.

I know from past experience that it is forbidden to speak – to beg for mercy – in the dungeons of the manor. So I keep my lips closed, humbly accepting my fate as I tremble from fear and an incredible arousal. The whore whimpers but wisely says nothing.

Master is an accomplished hunter with the bow and he is extremely proficient with the knife. He’s been known to butcher his kills, both out in the wild and down here in the dark recesses of the manor. The knowledge that he will soon be gutting me sets me to trembling like mad. My slit drips like never before as my nipples poke out from my heaving breasts.

Master unveils his swollen shaft and abruptly thrusts it hard into Jennifer’s mouth. She grunts and gurgles as he shoves it in up to his ball-sac. My pussy twitches and my mouth waters, wishing he was fucking my skull instead. Then he unsheathes his first knife.

It is 8 inches long and nearly two inches wide, and I inhale sharply at the moment of truth. Without hesitation he begins sawing into her right breast with it. Her screams of agony are muffled by his monster cock as it fills her oral cavity. I climax hard at her suffering, my fingers furiously violating my womanhood as I twist one of my nipples.

He totally slices through one breast and then the other, dropping them both into a metal basin with a resounding plop. Then he starts in on her arms at the shoulders, sawing through each one until they both hang separately, limbs that now serve her no further purpose. Jennifer writhes and screams with his huge organ in her mouth as he does his grim work. I gasp and moan, on the verge of yet another orgasm.

Finished with her arms and mammaries, Master takes his huge knife and presses it against the opening to her slit. Then he plunges it home, burying it into her cunt up to the handle. Jennifer’s body jerks… and then she screams again from incredible pain, the only thing muffling her cries being that of Master’s swollen fuck-tool rammed down her throat.

All of the sudden I see Master’s seed leaking out around the ring in the whore’s mouth. A moment later I hear a grunt as the slut climaxes with a fountain of her spray. I watch with growing excitement as blood trickles out of the wound in her slit and down her stomach. It’s her pain, her violation, his pleasure – and it’s so incredibly erotic that I have a devastating orgasm of my own. I bite my lip to make sure my cries of ecstasy do not violate the mood of the dungeon.

Master pulls out of her mouth and I see his discharge spilling out and down her nose, eyes and forehead. He reaches into a metal bowl and throws something up against her severed breasts. I’m almost certain that it’s salt and I’m treated to her violent screams before he plugs her mouth with his cock once again. It’s a good thing that ring is present or she would no doubt have bitten his dick off!

This time he pulls out his other knife, the one I’m so familiar with. It’s his butcher knife and he uses it more than the other one. This time he stabs her near her cunt, slowly bringing the blade straight down to her breastbone.

As her guts spill out he reaches in and helps with the process, pulling on them until they spill down into one of the metal basins waiting on the floor of the dungeon. Occasionally he reaches in and cuts something free to pull it out with the rest of her intestines. Jennifer gurgles and shudders, and now I see blood coming out around the cock in her mouth. The sight is so incredibly horrifying, so completely erotic, that I shudder again from another devastating climax.

Master reaches in and starts pulling out major organs, dumping them into a different bowl. Different basins go to different animals; that much I’m familiar with. The whore shudders again, gurgling as her lungs fill up with blood.

I’m always amazed to watch a female reduced to an empty carcass, and this time is no different. Master pulls out Jennifer’s lungs; without air her death is imminent. Then he pulls out her beating heart. He pulls his cock out of her mouth so she can see her heart in his hand. Then he shoots his cum all over it. It’s the last thing she sees before she spirals into oblivion. As she dies, I cum hard yet again… so shamefully hard.

As Jennifer’s corpse continues to hang upside down, twitching and jerking now in its death throes, Master takes his butcher knife and slices through her neck. In seconds he has severed her head. He removes the ring from her mouth and then viciously fucks her skull with his still hardened manhood. Then he pulls out as he impales her on a pike, allowing me to see her face in all its disfigured glory. Her mouth gapes open, her horrified eyes sagging in death as his cum dribbles down her face.

He never even looks at me as he finishes butchering her. He cuts her down her spine with his knife, cutting her completely in half. Then he quarters her, cutting off her legs at the hips. I’m trembling like mad now, knowing he will be doing the same to me just as soon as her remains have been removed.

When he’s finished, he places both knives in an empty bowl and slowly turns and looks at me. I lower my head in submission; I’m doomed and I’m content to accept my fate. When I lift my head up he’s gone, and I’m left with Jennifer’s remnants lying around in bowls and pieces, her arms and legs still hanging from the chains to the ceiling.

I shiver at how efficiently he butchered the poor girl. I’m astonished at how a human being can be turned into meat so quickly. I’m also ashamed of the pleasure I’ve received from her death. At least my punishment will be to suffer a similar fate.

The hens come scurrying back into the dungeon, and they quickly gather up her parts. Then they’re gone and all that’s left are a few empty basins – meant for me, no doubt. There is blood all over the floor as Jennifer’s head stares at me from her perch on the pike.

I’m reminded of Master’s knives lying ominously in one of the bowls. I shiver again with dread… and arousal. Then I suddenly hear a commotion outside my window.

It’s the sound of the hounds, and I shiver yet again. The dogs are fighting with each other over Jennifer’s entrails, and my pussy quivers. Somewhere I hear the chickens cackling as they get a rich meal of the whore’s organs. Then I hear the hogs squealing. I suspect they are getting what’s left of her muscle, bone and sinew.

Her attempt to escape has disgraced her. All that’s left is her head as she stares mockingly at me. That’s when I realize I’ve only got minutes left before Master comes back to gut me.

I start hyperventilating like crazy, my pussy throbbing like never before! I need to be whored out right now – need to be ravished by cock after cock! But it’s much too late for that! I’ll never feel another man’s member inside me, and I feel an intense sadness settle over me like a blanket.

…and then Master is standing in the doorway, staring at me as if to say it’s my turn now!

I gasp and shudder, my heart racing as he re-enters the dungeon. He walks over to the bowl and picks up his butcher knife. The he comes for me.

The moment is at hand and it’s all I can do to keep from struggling… keep from screaming in sheer terror. But amazingly my mouth DOES open! “WAIT!” I blurt out, and I don’t know who’s more surprised at my outburst – him or me!

It takes everything I have to nod at the basin… “The other knife, Master. In my cunt first, please?”

He looks at me in astonishment. Then his face softens. For a moment I recognize the Master I served, the Master who bedded me.

I feel a burst of joy as he goes and fetches the other blade. It’s a small joy, but one that I experience in that I can still be of some small service to him even now. My pussy is on fire, but at least I will have something to enter it, even if it means my death.

“Hard!” I urge him. “I’m your worthless cunt and I deserve this!”

His cock is hard; gawd how I want him inside me! But it’s not to be, so I’ll willingly accept the deadly knife instead. He walks up to me and I steel myself for the violation. Then he shoves it hard up inside my fertile cunt!

I scream like the whore I am; scream with the release of a thousand orgasms as my body shudders like mad. Then he leaves the knife hanging down out of my cunt as he goes and fetches the butcher knife. He returns to gut me, and I desperately want him to enjoy himself!

Before he can stab me I take his hands, mentally thanking him that he left my arms free from my elbows to my hands. I do my best to pull the knife to me, and I arch my stomach out toward him to meet the blade. He acknowledges this last submissive act of mine with a faint smile and together we pierce my skin.

I cry out as the blade violates my stomach. He makes an incision, and I shudder from the blinding pain. There will be no concoction for me to ease the pain and prolong my suffering; I deserve all of this. But to my utter astonishment Master takes the knife out… and then slowly presses into my guts with his erect cock!

Tears of gratitude trickle down my face as he fucks my stomach. I reach up with my free hand to twist my nipples as my other violently fingers my bleeding clit. I feel the knife up my cunt and it finally breaks over me, an orgasm so powerful that I nearly pass out.

I feel the warmth of Master’s spurting cock in my guts, feel his seed blending with my internal organs. Then he pulls his cock out and plunges the knife back in. The moment is over and he’s back to gutting me now, gutting me like a beast to be butchered.

The knife cuts upward, opening me like a fish until my guts start to spill out. There’s a coldness in his eyes as he begins the butchering process. But I accept my fate, thankful he fucked me one last time and gave me his seed, even if it is now mingling with my entrails.

The pain is unbelievable, but I keep cumming and cumming as he pulls out my intestines and then starts rummaging around for my major organs. My kidneys, liver and spleen find their way to one of the basins as my vision starts to blur. I cough up blood before he cuts my stomach out. Then he pulls out my heaving lungs. The last thing to go is my heart, and I actually see it beating in his hand.

My chest cavity is empty when he grabs the knife. I feel the blade lash across my neck, severing my brain from the rest of my motor functions. I no longer feel my lower extremities… can no longer tell if my body is orgasming as I am dying. Then my vision fades to utter blackness.

I’m vaguely aware of the slicing blade, aware of my head being severed from my neck. Then in my mouth I actually taste his cock mixed with my blood. My last conscious thought is that he’s fucking my face, skull-fucking my severed head. Then with gratitude at his final act of love to me I fall away into the abyss of oblivion.

Master sticks my head on another pike so that Jennifer and I stare at each other with eyes unseeing. Then he proceeds to free me from my chains where he starts to quarter me, severing my arms and legs. The hens come back in to retrieve my body parts – at least the ones that are edible. Parts of me will be served at Master’s banquet; the rest will go to the chickens and the dogs.

My meat will be able to provide a feast for master’s honored guests, but my head is not invited. Instead, Jennifer and I are given to the servants and the archers. Our skulls are ruthlessly fucked in celebration for the rest of the day.

That night we’re put on pikes again as we are left to observe the animals feasting upon our body parts. The birds of the air are attracted to us and soon we are set upon. There isn’t much left of us by morning, and our tattered skulls are buried in an unmarked grave. What’s left of our bones will be tossed in with us where we’ll lie for all eternity, never mourned and unremembered…

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Dolcett Theme Park – The Scimitar 4 (15)

Posted on July 21, 2015 by riwa

Note: this is the only other story I wrote on the theme of the Dolcett Theme Park. So I decided to post it for you today. If you wish, you can even choose to rate which ride you might be willing to take more of a risk riding or which story you enjoyed more (unless you enjoyed reading them both.)

The Scimitar

“Let’s ride The Scimitar again!” Katie gushed excitedly, tossing her red hair all around her head.

“Are you crazy?”

Sheila was not as enthusiastic. They had ridden it three times already. And each time those whooshing blades had scared the crap out of her. She didn’t want her head with her blonde locks ending up in that display case near the entrance to the ride. In fact last time she’d rode the thing she’d damn near wet herself!

“But it’s such a rush!” Rhonda piped up, immediately siding with Katie. The short haired brunette was just about as much of a thrill seeker as their redheaded friend. “I say we ride it again!”

“When was the last time someone lost their head?” Sheila wanted to know. She wanted to keep their chances of being beheaded down to a bare minimum. But any chance at all was risky.

“I hear they lost a car half an hour ago,” Bernice chimed in, the fourth in their little group. “They’ve got the heads up in the display case already.”

If Katie and Rhonda were in then the black haired Bernice could probably be coaxed into going as well. She tended to go with the flow, although this ride was a bit scarier than most… all those blades whooshing above them. No wonder their arms were locked inside at all times! Only their heads were to be exposed!

“Let’s go see ‘em!” Katie gushed. “I want to see the new heads!” The thought that some riders had recently lost their heads was an instant adrenaline rush, considering it just as easily could have been them. The odds were supposed to be low, but if you kept taking chances then pretty soon your number was bound to come up.

“C’mon; let’s go look!” Rhonda agreed, grabbing a reluctant Sheila and dragging her along.

“But I’m not sure I WANT to ride it again!”

“C’mon, Sheila; it’ll be ok,” Bernice reassured her, although she was not all that reassured herself.

Surprisingly there was quite a line over at The Scimitar. They had to wait at least 30 minutes before they even got close enough to see the display case. But when they finally got there they could see the recent additions near the top of the case: two male heads and two females, a blonde and a brunette. All wore varying expressions of shock on their sagging faces, their eyes staring vacantly.

“I’m not sure I want to go in,” Sheila said nervously. At that moment a well-timed set of screams followed by the whoosh of some blade on the ride only heightened her sense of unease.

“Just look at the time stamp!” Katie told her encouragingly, pointing at the display case. “It happened 62 minutes ago. We have about a 1% chance each time we go for a ride! And if it only happened 62 minutes ago, then we probably have a good 15 or 20 minute cushion at least.”

“You know that’s not how it works,” Bernice reminded her warily, rolling her eyes. “The blades could go off at any time. Those are just the odds, you know.”

“Chicken?” Rhonda asked, her eyes flashing excitedly.

“You guys know I’m in,” Bernice told her. “I’m just not sure about Sheila over here. Sheila what about you? Are you going to help us fill a car or not? They try to put four of us in at a time to accommodate as many riders as possible! Look at the line behind us! You can see how many people want to get on, don’t you? If we get out of line now, we might not get back here for another 30 or 40 minutes! By then we might be pushing our luck!”

“I don’t know, Bernice. We might be pushing our luck as it is. I just… I just don’t know…”

“Better decide pretty quick as we’re almost there,” Katie told Sheila, not sounding at all happy they might have to pick up a fourth somewhere in line.

“All right – all right; I’ll go with you.”

Sheila sighed heavily. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go on the ride again. But she really didn’t want to be left on her own. After all, anything could happen in a place like this. It was probably best if they all stuck together.

“Yay! Now who wants to lose her head?”

“Rhonda, that’s not funny!”

“C’mon, Sheila; lighten up a little, ok?”

The girls made it through the entrance into a covered section and then started up the ramp. From here there was no getting out unless one turned around and came right back down in the exact same direction. It would be like swimming against the tide and would certainly guarantee a round of laughter as well as cries of “CHICKEN” and “COWARD”.

The girls could hear the whooshes of the many blades on the ride as they approached their destination. They could also hear the screams of the occupants in each car as it navigated its way along the tracks back to the starting point. The ride basically took a little over a minute with five blades in all… and it was a harrowing ride to be sure.

Sheila felt her heart leap into her throat as they stepped up behind two couples who were next in line. “Anthony, I don’t want my head in that display case down there!” an Asian girl with short, dark hair cried out to her boyfriend.

“What’s life without a few risks, babe?” he laughed back at her. Sheila felt a sick thud in the pit of her gut.

An empty car moved forward, the previous occupants having been discharged 20 yards back down the tracks. The two couples got in and were dutifully strapped down. Then their seats were adjusted until all four heads – two in front and two in back – were the same height.

“If this doesn’t work, then I guess you won’t need that beauty parlor appointment tomorrow, eh Suki?” The boy named Anthony thought it was funny as hell as he laughed at his girl.

“Anthony, I hate you!”

“Enjoy the ride, folks,” the male attendant said as he stepped away from the car.

“Wait, Anthony; I think I’ve changed my mind!” She looked around and saw the attendant hadn’t sent them forward yet. The other car was still on the tracks.

“Too late now, babe; we’re all strapped in! Besides, it’ll be ok!”

“Anthony!!!”

Sheila was left trembling nervously, jerking as a whooshing sound followed by screams assailed her ears. There was laughter as well as cheers from the watching crowd outside. Then another whooshing sound followed by more screams. Another car was already on the ride, its passengers laughing and screaming at the blades that kept buzzing right over the top of their heads.

A cry of “We MADE IT!” from 20 yards back finally reached their ears. That’s when the car right in front of them with the two couples started forward and jerked up the incline. The Asian girl’s frightened voice… “Anthony!!” faded as laughter rose up from some of the riders in line close enough to have overheard their conversation.

You couldn’t see much of the ride from the line inside. Apparently that was designed so as not to discourage riders. But in this case it probably would have only attracted more thrill seekers wanting to witness a real beheading up close and personal. Then Sheila heard a whoosh followed by a familiar voice screaming aloud as the car raced down the incline. Anthony’s girl really sounded terrified.

An empty car suddenly pulled up. All the girls instinctively looked down into it. Katie let out a disappointed “AWWW” that this was not the one those other riders had died in. She wanted to see blood, and there was no sign of any. She thought it would have been so cool to ride in the car where occupants from earlier in the day had been previously beheaded. Maybe it had been rinsed out during a break in the ride.

“Ok, girls,” the attendant instructed, ushering them all to climb in. Katie and Rhonda eagerly grabbed the front seats. Sheila and Bernice slid into the rear, although the former climbed in rather reluctantly. Then there was another scream, another whoosh that made her wince with fright.

Sheila didn’t have to be reminded to pull her arms in to be safely strapped down. A handful of riders had found out the hard way. The display case out front also showed four sets of arms from foolish riders who had raised their arms up while whooping and hollering, only to have them sliced off right below the elbows.

“W-will we be all right?” Sheila nervously asked the attendant. More screams and another whoosh made her wince again.

“Don’t ask me,” he replied nonchalantly as he worked to strap them all in. “I don’t know when the next blade is going to come down. I just operate the damned thing.”

“We’ll be FINE!” Katie blurted out enthusiastically. “It’s all a part of the THRILL, remember? Loosen up a little, Sheila; ok?”

Another whoosh, more screams. Bernice turned and smiled nervously at Katie, trying but failing to reassure her.

Just then there was one final set of screams followed by the last of the whooshing sounds. Somewhere behind their car Sheila heard a familiar voice cry out, “ANTHONY, IF YOU MAKE ME RIDE THIS DAMNED THING AGAIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” But at least it sounded like they had gotten back safely. There was much laughter from the crowd in line who heard the exchange.

“Ok girls; don’t lose your heads,” the attendant said as he stepped away. A moment later the car started to move forward. Sheila’s breath caught in her throat as they started to angle upward.

Normally she loved the thrill of the roller coaster. But this one had the added danger of razor sharp blades lopping off a car full of heads every couple of hours or so. Despite the danger it was one of the more popular rides in the Park!

Sheila heard the clanking of metal chains as the car was pulled up the steep slope. Her breath caught in her throat again; right now this just did NOT feel like a good idea. Of course it hadn’t felt like a good idea the last time… or the time before that… or the time before that!

Any chance of getting killed was a chance she normally didn’t want to take. But she did have to admit to a certain exhilaration once they debarked at the completion of the ride. In fact people usually talked about it for hours afterwards… sometimes days… sometimes even weeks and months! That’s what had drawn them to the ride in the first place.

They reached the top of the incline and the car began to roll forward along the rails toward the steep drop. Sheila’s breath caught in her throat again, especially knowing the first blade was at the bottom waiting for them. Then down they went, the four of them screaming as they hit the bottom. There was a big whoosh as they approached the first blade, and all four of them screamed at the breeze created by the blade slicing the air above them.

The car angled into a sharp corner which whipped them around and up another incline. Then down they went again. Sheila saw the next blade ahead of them, and she screamed bloody murder, her friends’ shrieks merging with hers. There was another whoosh and then they were past and taking another sharp curve. There was another climb followed by yet another stomach-lurching descent.

They all saw the blade up ahead, and they all screamed as one. Another whoosh and they were right on by, whipping into yet another series of curves to give them more speed for the last two inclines.

“See, Sheila?” Katie called out to her, turning her head back to look at her friend. “Piece of cake!” Then there was another whoosh…

Four sets of screams were instantly silenced. A moment later there was a collective gasp from the crowd in line who were in a position to observe. Then it seemed as if much of that area of the park erupted in a wild cheer, the crowd filled with a strange bloodlust.

There was one final descent, one final whoosh. But it no longer mattered. The girls heads were gone, their bodies of t-shirts and blouses spasming in place as copious amounts of blood spurted out of four severed necks.

The car pulled up to the debarking station as extra attendants hurried over to remove the corpses. They were quickly unstrapped and then dragged out for processing at the cannibal tent. After all, there was another car waiting to be let loose 20 yards in front. It couldn’t go until this one was ready and safely moving forward.

The attendants didn’t even bother washing down the car; there was no time. It simply rolled forward to pick up the next set of passengers. A few seconds later there was a chorus of screams as four riders in the front car went speeding down the incline, screams followed by a whooshing sound.

The car pulled up and a quartet of riders looked inside – a male and three females. “Cool!” a blonde with her boyfriend blurted out. “Look at all the blood!”

“Gross!” one of the brunettes in back gasped. “These two pissed themselves. There’s blood and piss everywhere!”

“Climb in, ladies; we ain’t got all day,” the attendant motioned hurriedly. “Don’t you know how many people are waiting to get on?” They all climbed in, the two girls in back wincing as they sat in blood and piss.

“We’ll be all right now, won’t we?” the brunette on the right side of the car asked nervously. “I mean… it just took some heads so we’ll be ok for awhile… won’t we?”

“I wouldn’t count on it, Susie!” the girl in front said with a laugh.

“Not funny, Stephy; not funny!” Then there were more screams before they heard the sound of the car behind them coming to a stop indicating that last group had safely made it through. Then their car lurched forward.

“Oh gawd!” Susie gasped anxiously. Then she tried to look down to see where those heads might have gone. There was a large padded umbrella shaped funnel at the bottom of the ride where most of the heads were liable to be collected. All four female heads had dropped smoothly and swiftly down the funnel. It would only take a few minutes before some additional attendants retrieved them, cleaned them up a little and then put them on display.

“This isn’t such a good idea!” Susie muttered to herself. “We’ll be all right,” her companion sitting next to her reassured her, although she herself wasn’t so certain. What if the blades randomly went off again right after just taking four heads??

They were nearing the top when they became aware of the chants from the crowd down below… “Go – go – GO – GO – GO!” Then the car started down the incline, racing toward the first blade. Everyone in the car screamed as the razor sharp device whooshed above them. But for Sheila and her friends, the day at the Dolcett Theme Park had just come to an abrupt end…

(written Jul 10 ’15 by riwa)

(Inspired by APDamien’s “Dolcett Theme Park” idea in this thread http://www.dolcettish.com/index.php?topic=5940.0)

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Dolcett Theme Park – The Submarine 3.4 (8)

Posted on July 17, 2015 by riwa

The Submarine

“This is Kimberly Gilfoley of the Dolcett News Network. I’m sitting in the front seat of the first car in the inaugural ride aboard the newest Dolcett Theme Park attraction: The Submarine. I’m wearing my bright yellow one piece swimsuit for reasons which will soon become apparent.”

“Sitting on my left is Jessica Alba; actress, entrepreneur and businesswoman. Thanks for being in the car with me today, Jessica. It is a real honor having you here right next to me.”

“Thank you, Kimberly; I’m glad to be here.”

“I see you’re wearing the light blue bikini you wore in your movie Into The Blue.”

“I thought it would be an appropriate choice of swimwear for the occasion.”

“And let’s not forget our two guests sitting behind us. Sitting right behind me is Jaime Lynn, an avowed thrill seeker. That’s a mighty nice pink bikini you’re wearing, Jaime.”

“Thank you! I’m just so excited to be sitting in the same car as Jessica Alba!”

“Thank you, Jaime; that is very kind of you to say.”

“And sitting behind Jessica is Jaime Lynn’s sister Britney who is wearing a rather fetching black bikini. Are you expecting to get wet on this ride, Britney?”

“You never know, Kimberly; you just never know. Gosh, Jessica; it is such a thrill getting to go on this first ride with you.”

“I’m delighted to have you in the same car with me, Britney.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the reason you can see us is because the Dolcett News Network has installed a camera in the very front on the nose of this car so you can see all of us. After all, we want you to catch the expressions of everyone on the ride during the entire length of our inaugural trip. Now Jessica, since you have studied this ride and are probably the best prepared of any of us to deal with the consequences, would you please explain to our viewers what is so special about The Submarine?”

“Certainly, Kimberly. You see, this is the Dolcett Theme Park. And as many of you know, each ride carries an inherent danger. Some rides are more dangerous than others while others have a minimum risk, about a 1% chance of peril. But that’s what makes it so exciting, don’t you think …especially for our thrill seekers riding in the backseats; right Jaime and Britney?”

“Oh absolutely, Jessica! It’s the thrill for sure.”

“Although I might not be as excited as my sister Jaime over here, I am still excited to be going on the ride, especially riding behind the famous Jessica Alba.”

“Well Jessica; I briefly mentioned to our viewers that you may be better prepared than the rest of us. Would you care to explain why that may be?”

“Certainly, Kimberly. You see, this ride involves water, and we’re all going to get wet. The water cannons strategically stationed throughout the ride will certainly see to that. But the ultimate danger lies in the randomness of the ride near the very end. You see based on pure randomness, there is a 99% chance we will simply splash across the pond, getting ourselves wet along with anyone standing close enough outside the ride to be watching us.”

“And the other 1%, Jessica?”

“In the event of that 1%, Kimberly, the tracks will diverge and the car will go right down into the water. We will reach the bottom of the pond and stall out nearly ten feet down. Of course there is a chain that will pull the car back up out of the water, similar to the chain that takes you up to the pinnacle of any roller coaster for the jump-off point.”

“And what’s the catch, Jessica?”

“The catch is that the ride might not immediately pull the car you’re riding in right back out. That means you will have to stay submerged holding your breath until the ride chooses to release you. Again, there’s a randomness factored into the equation, so you don’t really know how long you’ll have to hold your breath.”

“And if we go down, Jessica, how long might we have to hold our breath?”

“That depends, Kimberly. I’m told it could be as little as a few seconds… 15 at the very least. I can certainly hold my breath a lot longer than that.”

“Yes you can as we can all attest from having watched your movie Into The Blue. So tell us, Jessica. Just how long might we have to hold our breath before the car is pulled back out of the pond?”

“I’m told it could be as long as five minutes.”

“Five minutes, Jessica? Are you certain about that?”

“That’s what they tell me, Kimberly.”

“And how long did you say you can hold your breath, Jessica?”

“My best times hover right around the 3 minute mark. So if the ride were to keep me down any longer I might not survive. In fact I imagine none of us would.”

“That’s sobering news, Jessica.”

“It certainly is, Kimberly.”

“5 minutes? 5 minutes, Jaime? You never said anything about us having to hold our breath for no 5 minutes!”

“Relax, sis! That’s just if the car happens to go down into the water! That’s why they call this ride The Submarine! We’ve only got a 1% chance of that happening, right Jessica?”

“That’s right, Jaime. But you must remember that 1% chance could happen at any time… or it might not happen for several hours. Despite the risks I see a lot of riders waiting out in line, most who appear to be wearing some sort of swimming attired. But maybe that’s mostly for the water cannons that will be going off throughout the ride.”

“Damnit Jaime, you didn’t tell me we might be under 5 whole minutes?! We could DROWN!!”

“Relax, Britney! We’ll be fine, right Kimberly?”

“I’m sure we’ll probably be just fine, girls.”

“How long can you hold YOUR breath, Kimberly?”

“Well, Jessica, I have never really timed myself. But I suppose I could hold it for about a minute or so if I was pushed.”

“Well, let’s hope this ride doesn’t submerge us in the end or you might just find out how long you really CAN hold your breath!”

“Hehe, that’s right, Jessica. Ok, ladies and gentlemen, I see the attendant is giving us the all-ready signal. So we’re about to launch the inaugural ride to the Dolcett Theme Park’s newest attraction: The Submarine! Ok, girls; are you ready back there?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Kimberly! I’m so excited to be taking this ride with you, Jessica.”

“Thank you, Jaime.”

“How about you, Britney?”

“I’m not sure, Kimberly, but I g-guess it’ll be alright.”

“Ok, girls. It looks like we’re about ready to take off now. There’s the start; the car’s moving now!”

“Oh wow; this is so exciting!”

“Speak for yourself, Jaime!”

“You’re not scared, are you, sis?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Aww, we’ll be ok, right Jessica?”

“I sure hope so, girls. I’m not sure I want my lungs to be tested today. But I guess I’m ready for anything.”

“Ok, here we go up the incline now, ladies and gentlemen. And I see it’s a steep incline at that! We’re going to have quite a drop, but I suppose that’s necessary to give us the speed necessary to get completely through the ride. Can you see the water cannons down there, girls? It looks like they are already spraying the tracks!”

“WEE! We’re going to get drenched, Kimberly! C’mon, sis; you look a little green! Lighten up and live a little!”

“Yeah, but what if we don’t live through this?”

“Think of the excitement and the thrill, Brit-Brit! Besides, the camera is recording everything so you might as well have fun! Everyone can see us!”

“Ok, girls, we’re nearing the top. Are you ready, Jessica?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Kimberly. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a coaster. I’m not really sure what I was thinking volunteering to get on this one. Remind me to go have a little talk with my agent after we get off.”

“Hahaha; that’s funny, Jessica! Ok, girls… here we gooooaaaAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!”

“Britney, this is a live feed! I hope they edited that out back at the studio!”

“AAAUUUGGGHHH – that one really drenched me!! Aren’t you glad you wore your black bikini, Brit-Brit? You’re going to look GREAT on camera all wet like that! You’re still not scared; are you, sis?”

“AAAAAEEEEEEEEEE!! Wow, that was a wicked one, Jessica! Are you doing ok?”

“I think so, Kimberly! But look out for this next one – AAEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“I WANT OFF – I WANT OFF!”

“OH BRIT-BRIT; IT’S JUST A COASTER! LIGHTEN UP, SIS! MORE CANNONS – OH MAN AM I SOAKED!!!”

“One more incline to go, ladies and gentlemen! Then it looks like we’ll face the moment of truth!”

“HERE IT COMES – HERE IT COMES!”

“JAIME LYNN, I’M NEVER GOING ON ANOTHER RIDE WITH YOU IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!!”

“LIGHTEN UP, SIS!”

“I can see where the track splits down below us, Jessica.”

“Yes, Kimberly, I see it too. We’re going down now and… oh SHIT! EVERYBODY HOLD YOUR BREATH!”

“JAIME LYNN, YOU BITCH – gluburglubrlugltg!”

Oh shit! Oh shit! I can’t believe the very first ride took us under! Now how long are we going to have to wait?

I see Kimberly’s holding her breath already. Her cheeks are bulging, but she seems to be doing ok. I wonder how the girls are doing behind us.

Uh – oh. Britney’s not doing so well. It looks like her sister is trying to help keep her calm. I hope we’re not down here very long. Let me pull my watch up so I can tell how long it’s been. Shit, I should have done that the moment we hit the water. Oh well, we sure put out a big splash… drenched everybody out there watching us.

Is this camera still on? I can see the red light; is it recording? I hope we don’t all drown down here. I would hate for that to be recorded to show the whole damn world. What the fuck was I thinking getting on this damn ride to begin with?

Oh fuck; I think we’re going past 30 seconds. I hope those girls back there can hold on. Girls, how are you doing back there?

Uh –oh; Britney looks bad. Oh shit, she looks really bad. And Jaime Lynn no longer has that ’thrill seeker’ look on her face. I’ll bet she’s really scared!

Kimberly, are you ok? She’s nodding at me; she seems to be ok. She’ll probably be fine so long as we don’t go over a minute or so. But I can’t vouch for the girls back there behind us.

No Britney; don’t panic! Don’t panic! Oh gawd; I can see her lungs heaving! She’s really having those spasms now! I don’t think she’s going to be able to hold it much longer. Jaime looks like she’s holding on though.

Kimberly has turned to look back at them. Don’t look back, Kimberly. You don’t want to watch a girl drown! It’s not a pretty… oh NO!! Britney just inhaled!! OH GAWD; SHE’S DROWNING! SHE’S REALLY DROWNING!

AND LOOK AT HER SISTER!! JAIME LYNN IS REALLY SCARED NOW!! SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO LOSE IT ANY SEC – OH GAWD; SHE JUST COUGHED UP BUBBLES! THEY’RE BOTH DROWNING!!

HEY, YOU GUYS BEHIND THE CAMERA! CAN’T YOU GET US OUT OF HERE?? WE’VE GOT TWO GIRLS DROWNING BACK HERE!! GET US UP; GET US UP!!

Fuck; I can’t get out of this seat! They strapped us in really good! What the hell; do they want to watch us all drown down here? What is the matter with them??!!

Oh gawd! Britney is really spasming and… noo… now she’s just sitting there with a shocked look on her face. Just a few bubbles coming out of her gaping mouth now! And there’s nothing I could have done to help her!

Her sister is really coughing up bubbles now. I can tell how badly it must hurt for her to drown! She’s really spasming painfully. Now she’s settling down with her mouth open too!

Damnit; we just lost both sisters! And those bastards televised it on live TV. Kimberly, I hope you and your Network are happy about this!!

I see she is motioning at the camera now with a horrified look on her face. She looks scared and her chest is really starting to heave. What’s the matter: didn’t expect your network to be so willing to sacrifice one of their own reporters? Stupid bitch!

She looks like she is really struggling to hold it now. Well, Kimberly; did you like what you saw? Was it all you hoped it would be? This is a crazy park and you wanted to be in the inaugural ride! I hope you’re happy now!!

Let me check my watch and… uh-oh. Are we going for 90 seconds? That’s not good! Kimberly, can you hang on that long? Hang on, Kimberly; hang on! Oh fuck; I can see she’s about to lose it!

I wonder if I should share my air with her. But what if they keep us down here longer? We could both end up drowning! I might need it for myself! Damn; I can already feel it in my lungs a little! HANG ON, KIMBERLY, DAMN YOU…

Noo! Now she just coughed up bubbles and she’s drowning too! Hey you guys watching from that fucking camera! Can’t you get us out of here? You’re about to lose your anchorette! Get us the hell out of here already, ok? Hasn’t it been long enough? Do you really want to watch another drowning just to satisfy your snuff perversions??

I can’t…get out of this seat! I guess they don’t want us to get out when we come down here! They want us to ride it out one way or the other!

Oh gawd; Kimberly’s really convulsing! She’s gulping great lungfuls of water now! And I can’t do a damn thing for her! Yes, you could have, Jessica! You could have shared your air with her, you selfish bastard! She’s heaving and convulsing and drowning, and it’s all your fault! Just look at her; it must hurt like hell!!

Now she’s settling down. There go a few bubbles out of her mouth! Hey, you bastards behind the camera; are you satisfied now? You’ve drowned three women on this ride so far; are you satisfied?

How long has it been? Oh fuck; I think they’re keeping us down past 2 minutes! No, damn you! I don’t want to drown down here! Get us up, damn you!

Stay calm, Jessica; stay calm. It shouldn’t be much longer now. Surely the randomness will kick in and the machine will bring us back up!

Oh, I can really feel it in my stomach now! Got to force it back down. Got to gulp my air back down. Fuck; how long has it been? Not past 2:30; don’t take me past 2:30??!!

Oh fuck! We’re going past 2:30! It really hurts now! If they take us past 3:00 I’m so fucking screwed!! It hurts like hell; I can barely hold it now!

C’mon, you bastards; take us up already! Do you really want a fourth one?! Do you really want to drown us all??

Wait; did the car just jerk forward? Are we moving?? YES, I THINK WE’RE MOVING!! WE’RE CLIMBING UP OUT OF THE WATER!! HURRY, DAMN YOU; HURRY!! If only I can hold it just a few seconds longer… WE’RE OUT!!!

Oh, FUCK; that was close!! I’m really gasping for breath here!! Damn, the others aren’t moving at all! They’re just sitting there staring off into space! I think they drowned for sure! Aren’t they going to come get them out and administer CPR??!!

“You what?? You want me to say something into the camera? Well, I’m not sure what to say… yes, I know it’s in the contract I signed. Fine, damn you; I’ll say something!”

“Hello, everybody. This is, uh… Jessica Alba reporting… I guess. As you can see, the randomness of the ride kept us down for a total of 3:00. I’m not really sure how I managed to hold my breath that long. It’s been awhile since I was in any kind of water doing a major stunt like that! I guess my natural breath-holding instincts sort of kicked in.”

“So as you can see, this can be the result if you choose to come on down and ride The Submarine. There’s only a 1% chance of getting drowned… but you can see it does happen! And it WILL happen again! But I can tell by all the people standing out in line that they can’t wait to go for a ride. I don’t see anybody having gotten out of line from where we were here at the starting point earlier. And I suppose a lot of people were up there watching us when we went under, so I expect they saw the others drown. I guess you never know about people. Maybe they all think they’re too young to die.”

“I’m supposed to what? … look into the camera and sign off? Ok, uh… this is Jessica Alba for the Dolcett News Network saying thanks for watching and, uh… have a pleasant day…”

“Is it off now; is the camera turned off? It is? Then would somebody please get me the hell out of this contraption before I throw up??”

(Inspired by APDamien’s “Dolcett Theme Park” idea in this thread http://www.dolcettish.com/index.php?topic=5940.0)

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Just a breath-hold away 2.8 (5)

Posted on July 14, 2015 by riwa

(edited and reposted)

It was a cool, grey evening as Janet made her way out of the house down to Park Pool. She was in her tight black latex with matching hood, leaving her arms and legs exposed to the chilly breeze. Her special treat was a metal egg that was currently buzzing deep inside her pussy. That and the seam of her latex bottoms were both making her wriggle deliciously.

The pool was empty, too cold from the unseasonable chill of the last several days. Janet had access as an assistant to the pool so she went inside. The water was relatively clear, the trees much too green to start shedding their leaves just yet.

Janet reveled in the feel of her tight, confining latex as the buzzing egg inside her worked at overheating her. She entered the pool area and walked around until she found herself facing the deep end. She crossed her arms from the chill breeze as her legs shivered. But it wasn’t the breeze that had her attention. It was the water calling to her, that and that egg she’d put inside her just for the fun of it.

She knew the water would be cold, much cooler than normal for this time of year. In fact right now the temperature was fighting just to reach 60. And she knew the water would not be much warmer than that if at all. But the egg was buzzing relentlessly inside her. Besides, she was just aching to go under for a quick dip, holding her breath long enough to obtain a nice little release!

She slipped out of her shoes and stood on the very edge of the pool in her bare feet, wavering indecisively. The water was beckoning to her something fierce, calling for her to come in and obtain the release she so desperately craved. She gasped from the chill evening air, her arms and legs shivering.

She could hear it calling out to her as she stood there almost mesmerized, wriggling and squirming from the buzzing egg inside her. “Come!” it seemed to urge her with an irresistible seduction. “Fill your lungs with air and come! You won’t be disappointed! The release you crave is just a breath-hold away!”

Janet writhed and whimpered, the egg buzzing mercilessly inside her. She knew the water would be cold. But she wanted to go under so bad! Janet stood on the very edge until she willingly allowed her balance to falter, sending her tipping forward.

“It’s going to be freezing!” a little voice warned her. But she didn’t care and she inhaled sharply, filling her lungs! A moment later she hit the frigid water with a splash. Almost immediately she began to submerge!

The cold was far worse than she’d anticipated, instantly numbing her arms and legs while threatening to steal her breath away! But her need was far greater and she ignored it despite the chill to her limbs. The latex was deliciously tight, the egg buzzing demonstratively as it demanded she satisfy her lustful urges!

She sculled herself to the bottom until she was on her knees. Then she closed her eyes and gave in… gave in to the cold and to the approaching storm. Her thighs stiffened, her pussy tightening as it clenched around the vibrating egg buzzing deep inside her.

It hit with savage fury, a hot wave of intense pleasure that flowed throughout her body. It felt like it invaded every fiber of her being, washing through every pore! She arched her back and shuddered with intense satisfaction from such a wonderful release. Then the cold water stole her breath away and she emptied her lungs with a grunt as she instinctively inhaled.

Janet bucked and shuddered as she started to drown, the egg continuing to buzz relentlessly inside her. That’s when she was hit with an even more intense climax. With her arms and legs going numb it, it battered her senseless.

Janet grunted and gurgled, her body spasming and convulsing until she lost the ability to put up a struggle. She felt herself start to drift up to the surface in the cold water. the heat of her orgasms began to diminish as the cold of the pool began to claim her. Eventually she drifted up to the surface where she gently bobbed up and down, her pussy spasming briefly from one last ripple of an aftershock…

Janet sighed as she stood in water up to her waist, imagining that delicious little scenario. Then she shuddered as a pleasurable climax rippled throughout her body. It felt wonderful, just the release she needed. But now her legs were almost numb! It was time to get out of the water before she succumbed to hypothermia.

Janet climbed out, her teeth chattering from the cold. But she couldn’t help staring down at the water one last time. Had she actually submerged and held her breath? She thought she’d gone under for just a moment as she was chilled to the bone. But It didn’t really matter. She’d obtained her release and now she needed to get home quick before she caught her death of cold!! Otherwise Skip was really going to scold her for going out on such a cool evening wearing only her latex!

(Poser renders provided by Skip and are for illustration purposes only.)

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She wants you 4 (8)

Posted on July 10, 2015 by riwa

Now I’ve got to tell you, baby. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked! I’ve got my eye on you… and baby, you’ve been making me anxious for it! So how much longer are you going to make me wait, hunh? How much longer are we going to dance around this issue? I’ve got needs, dear boy, and you’ve got exactly what I need!

Baby, this body is hot for you! I don’t know why you’re taking so long! But honey, I’ve got to tell you… I’ve been having dreams about you ever since we met. I’m talking WET dreams baby… HOT, WET DREAMS! I’ve been dreaming about you holding me… kissing me… and doing so much more to me! Gawd; you’ve got me thinking about you all the time!

Honey, when I think about that cock of yours and the fact that you haven’t had sex in such a long time? I gotta tell you it makes me start to tremble! Honey, I gotta tell you this body is lusting after you! The more we talk and dance around the subject and tease each other, the more I want you! Honey, this woman’s got her eye on you and she’s starting to lust after you!

See this ass, baby? This ass wants your hands all over it! I want you to punish me and tell me I’ve been a bad girl! I want you to take me over your knee and spank me! Then I want you to tell me what you’re going to do to me! Tell me everything, baby; tell me every little perverted detail! Tell me how you’re going to use and abuse me for being so bad!

Gawd; my tits ache to feel your hands all over them! My nipples are hard for you, baby! I want to feel you groping and fondling me! I want to feel your mouth sucking my nipples and I want your tongue all over my tits! I hope you’re lusting after me the way I’m lusting after you, honey! Because I’m going crazy here and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it!

Gawd; you’re actually making me wet just thinking about you, do you know that? Baby, I haven’t felt this hot in a long time! You’ve got me trembling here, honey! I’ve got fever, baby; fever to burn! Damn, you’re making me hot right now! I want you so fucking bad! I am burning up for you, baby, and I want to feel your hot breath on my neck!

I wanna take these tits and wrap ‘em around that hot dick of yours, baby! I want to feel that cock of yours slide up and down between my quivering mounds! Do you actually KNOW how bad I want to titty-fuck you? Gawd; my nipples are hard just thinking about it! I want to spit on your cock and make it nice and wet, and then I want to slide it up and down between my tits!

I wanna taste you so fucking bad, baby! I wanna put that hot cock of yours in my mouth and suck on it! I want to lick it with my tongue and I want to suck on it and taste it and take it deep down my throat! I want you to fuck my mouth with it, honey! GAWD; my lips are tingling wishing you were here to suck on! You’re really making me wet, baby!

Damn, baby! My pussy’s actually getting wet just thinking about you! Why the hell aren’t you here right now?! I’ve got the shakes something fierce, baby; my body wants you so fucking bad! I can’t hardly catch my breath and my heart’s pounding in my chest and I feel like I’m on fire! I’m trembling so fucking bad I’ve got to sit down before my legs turn to rubber!

See this pussy, baby? It’s waiting for your cock to come fill it! Why are you making me wait for it? Gawd; you’ve got me all steamed up! I’m so fucking horny right now! I swear I can actually feel you inside me! My pussy is aching for your meaty fuck-stick so fucking bad! If I don’t feel your hot cock in my throbbing love canal soon I think I’ll go crazy!

See how wet I am? See my clit? Gawd; I want your mouth on it so fucking bad! I want to feel your lips nibbling on my clit, baby! I want to feel your tongue spread these pussy lips wide and probe my wet opening! Baby, I wish you were here right now eating me out! I wanna feel you tongue-fucking my juicy hole! Gawd; I’m so fucking wet just thinking about you!

You’ve got me wet and trembling for you, baby! Gawd; I want you to tongue-fuck my ass! I’m offering myself to you, baby; where the hell are you??!! Don’t you wish you had this ass to play with right now? You’re such a bastard leaving me alone like this when my body wants you! Why the hell are you DOING this to me?? I want you so fucking BAD!

I wish you’d come up behind me right now and take me, baby! Gawd; my pussy is so wet for you! I wish you would just take me and fuck me up good! See this pussy? This pussy is aching for you to come over and fill it with your meaty fuck-stick! Get over here right now, baby! Get over here, put me on my hands and knees and fuck me from behind like you mean it!

My legs are spread wide and I’m waiting for you, baby! Gawd; my pussy’s so fucking wet right now! See what you did making me long after your hot cock? I wish you were here so you could ravish me, baby! Gawd; I’m going fucking nuts here all by myself! My pussy’s on fire wanting your hard fuck-tool up my throbbing cunt!

Gawd, I wish you were here right now! I want your mouth on my clit and your tongue in my pussy, baby! I want you to eat me out so fucking bad! Then when I can’t stand it anymore and you’ve got me begging like a quivering schoolgirl, I want you to give me the proper fucking I deserve! I wish you were eating me out or fucking me hard right now!

If you were here I’d put my legs up on your shoulders and beg you to fuck me good and hard! Where the hell are you??!! My pussy here is just ACHING for your hot fuck-stick! I can’t stand it anymore, you fucking bastard! I’m getting my vibrator and fucking myself silly! Damnit, baby; WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU???!!! I’m going MAD here!!!

What if I added a little breath-play to the mix? Would that get you over here any faster? Just think of how it would feel strangling me slowly as you fucked me, feeling my cunt spasm around your hot rod! I would choke and gasp and put on a good show for you if only you would get your ass over here right now!

What about choking me while fucking my ass? Wouldn’t you like that, baby? I would love to feel your hands wrapped around my throat while you’re fucking my ass! Fuck, what a rush that would be!

What about putting a noose around my neck? You’d love that, wouldn’t you baby? Wouldn’t you love to see a noose around my neck? I’ll bet that would get you hard! I’m so fucking wet just thinking about how hard you would be seeing me all noosed up!

You could give me a flying fuck before I expired! How would that feel… watching the noose take my breath away as you fucked the life out of my body? Would you like that, baby? Am I tempting you?

We could even do it out in the forest, lover! You could take me out, ravage me and then string me up beneath the nearest tree! I sure wouldn’t be able to stop you! Just imagine my sexy body swaying back and forth, your cum dripping out of my cunt and ass!

So how about it? Have I convinced you yet? Baby, I want you so fucking bad! And I’ll do anything it takes for you to come right over and fuck me silly! So get over here, baby! I need you right now!!

(Pictures are from FreeMatureLovers.com as well as all over the Internet and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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New-found play-toy 3 (6)

Posted on July 6, 2015 by riwa

Note: I know it is another repost. But I wanted to post another story to make up for being offline while I was moving last week. I hope it will be an enjoyable re-read for many.

Hoping for a scoop that would elevate her at the newspaper Emma tried snooping around Mistress Mika’s operation. Unfortunately she was caught by surprise and taken down to her dungeon where she was stripped out of most of her clothes, her hands tied to something above her. “Why were you snooping around my property, you little bitch?” Mistress Mika demanded. “Go to hell!” Emma shot back. A moment later she felt the sting of a flogger on her ass. Emma yelped in pain as Mika chuckled sadistically.

“BITCH!” Emma screamed as she struggled against the ropes that stretched her arms upward. “You’ll fucking PAY for that!” Mika just laughed and she gave another lash with the flogger. “OW!” Emma yelled. “You can’t fucking do this to me! I’m a hard-working taxpayer!” “You’re a nosey intruder and I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you, you fucking bitch!” Mika cruelly swatted her again. Emma began swearing up a blue streak, threatening her with lawsuits and arrest and anything else she could think of.

“I see your mama didn’t teach you any fucking manners, little girl!” Enraged, Mika forced a ring-gag into Emma’s mouth, forcing her to open wide. That only made the young woman scream all the more. Despite the fact that she could not speak clearly she was still able to convey her threat to call the cops on Mistress Mika and have her ass thrown in jail! “Defiant little bitch, aren’t you,” Mika observed, playing with the gag.

“I see I’m going to have to shut that fucking mouth of yours once and for all!” Fetching a ball gag Mika removed the ring-gag. “Last chance for coherent conversation, you nosey little bitch!” she chuckled sadistically. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU – OOOOOMPH!” Emma was silenced other than grunts and moans as Mika roughly shoved the gag in her mouth and tied it around her head so it wouldn’t come off. “Now what shall we do for playtime,” Mika mused thoughtfully. Emma looked at her in alarm.

“Let’s just SHOW you who’s in charge here, you fucking bitch!” Mistress Mika snarled. Grabbing a steel hook with a rope attached to it she fitted it into Emma’s ass. The poor thing grunted and whimpered, suddenly realizing she’d bitten off more then she could chew. Now her defiance was going to cost her dearly.

Mika tied the rope to the hook in Emma’s ass to the strap around her head. Then she pulled the nosey young woman up onto her toes, Emma grunted and moaned as she shuffled her feet, trying to ease the discomfort in her anus. “Not so feisty now; are you, bitch!” Mika cackled. “Such a NICE ass,” she chuckled, spreading Emma’s ass cheeks. Then she smacked it several times, leaving red marks as Emma squirmed and moaned.

The fun was just beginning though. Mika bound Emma to her special rack, stretching out the poor thing’s arms and legs. Then she tied a couple of lengths of rope above and below Emma’s tits. Emma just kept grunting in protest, wriggling and struggling in a vain attempt to free herself. “Now isn’t THAT a pretty picture?” Mika said with a laugh as she admired her handiwork. Emma grunted furiously as she shook her head at her.

“Still want to be a defiant little bitch, do we?” Mika cooed into her ear. Wrapping an arm around Emma’s neck Mika reached down and began furiously fingering the poor woman’s clean-shaven pussy. Emma cried out into her gag, her body squirming in a frantic attempt to get away. “Not so defiant now, bitch; are we!” Mika laughed sadistically. “Why don’t you just fucking CUM for me, bitch!” Emma shuddered and then cried out into her gag as an orgasm was brutally forced out of her bound body.

“You’re just a nosey, no-good, slutty little whore, aren’t you!” Mika cackled with glee as she finger-fucked the poor thing again, causing Emma to wriggle and squirm helplessly. A second more powerful climax was forced out of her quivering body and Emma moaned and whimpered.

“Slutty little whore needs a proper fucking!” Mika decided. Emma watched in horror as Mistress walked over to a closet. She watched in growing horror as Mika pulled out a black strap-on. Then Mistress came back and slapped her in the face with it.

“You want this bitch? I’ll bet you want this, don’t you! Fucking little whore!” Emma just shook her head, crying out “UNNH – UNNNHHH! UNNH – UNNNHHH!” Mika laughed cruelly at her.

“I think it’s time you had something good shoved up that slutty little hole of yours, eh bitch?” Mika deliberately took her time strapping it on right in front of Emma’s wide-open eyes, laughing at the poor thing. “We’re going to fuck that defiance right out of you; aren’t we, bitch!” she cackled. Emma heard Mika move behind her and she trembled like mad, her pussy dripping with horrific arousal at her predicament.

“Here it comes, bitch!” she heard Mistress Mika’s voice behind her and she tried to steal herself for it. A moment later she felt it violate her opening and she cried out into the gag in her mouth. “Take it all, slut!” Mika laughed at her. “Take it all, you fucking whore!”

Emma cried out as her pussy was brutally fucked, her body rocking with each stroke Mika gave her. She grunted and moaned, begging the woman to stop. “Cum for me, you fucking whore!” Mistress demanded and Emma screamed into her gag as a devastating orgasm wracked her body.

“Had enough, whore?” Mika asked, thrusting hard. “UNH – HUNH!” Emma nodded frantically. “Well, that’s just too fucking bad, bitch!” Mika gloated. “Now ride my cock, you fucking slut! Ride it like the fucking little whore I know you are!” Emma had no choice at all and she screamed again into her gag as Mistress brutally fucked another cum out of her body. The poor thing moaned and whimpered as she sagged weakly.

Emma whimpered as Mika pulled out of her dripping cunt. Then Mistress came up from behind and grabbed her chin. “C’mon, bitch!” she demanded. “Show me how defiant you are! Show me what a big girl you are!” She laughed cruelly as Emma moaned helplessly.

“I think that mouth needs something else,” Mika decided and she untied Emma from the railings. Finding some red rope she bound Emma onto her knees on top of some sort of trunk, securing her body to a silver ring that hung down. Then she removed the gag from Emma’s mouth. “Suck my cock, bitch!” Mistress ordered. Before Emma could protest her mouth was plugged with Mika’s strap-on and she was forced to taste her own cum.

“Like it, slut?” Mistress Mika laughed. “Then let me fuck your mouth harder!”

Emma gagged and gurgled, which caused Mika to laugh delightedly. “What’s that?” she asked with a cackle. You want to be fucked again? Why, I’d be GLAD to!” But when she pulled out of her mouth Emma tried once again to protest. “You can’t… DO this to me!” she gasped. Without another word Mika angrily forced the gag back into Emma’s mouth. Then she walked behind her, spread her cheeks wide and stabbed her pussy again. “You mean I can’t do THIS, bitch?” Mika laughed, angrily fucking Emma even harder.

Poor Emma screamed as another orgasm was fucked out of her weary body. Then Mika pulled her back toward her and hissed into her ear. “Don’t you EVER tell me what I can and can’t do to you, bitch; you GOT THAT?” Emma whimpered anxiously, afraid of what else Mistress Mika had in mind to do to her.

“Slut!” Mika snarled, covering her mouth while savagely groping her tits. “Whore! You filthy, fucking piece of gutter trash! You think you can play with the big dogs? Why you’re nothing but a second-rate, snot-nosed reporter who no one will mourn after you’re gone! So don’t fucking TEMPT me, bitch!” Emma trembled, fearing for her very life.

“You’re nothing but a fucking asshole!” Mika told her coldly. “And do you know what I do to assholes? Why I fuck the SHIT out of them, bitch!” Then she pushed Emma down again. Spreading her ass cheeks Mika savagely thrust her strap-on deep inside Emma’s anus. “I FUCK assholes, bitch!” Mika laughed and she pounded Emma hard.

“Take it up the ass, bitch!” Mika crowed triumphantly, holding her by the scruff of the neck as she pounded the poor girl. Emma moaned and whimpered as she was brutally fucked. “Still feeling fucking DEFIANT?” Mika laughed. Emma weakly shook her head.

Mika brutalized her until Emma shuddered from yet another painful orgasm. Mika just laughed at her, incredibly aroused by the fun she was having dominating the stupid, silly little slut.

“Time’s up, bitch!” Mika proclaimed. “I’ve got places to go, people to see and things to do. And since no one’s going to care about you, let ME take care of you, ok?” Emma didn’t like the sound of that and she shivered, moaning weakly.

Retrieving a couple of vibrating plugs Mika stuffed both of Emma’s holes, the agonizing buzzing in her ass and pussy setting her to whimpering as she wriggled about like mad. Then Mika ran some rope between the poor thing’s ass cheeks so as to hold them in place, making sure the rope ran right over her protruding nub. Then she lifted her up until Emma was hanging from the ring above her, swaying softly.

I’ll be back in, oh… two or three hours or so,” Mika laughed. “Might be more – I have a busy schedule to keep. You just hang in there, baby!” she laughed. “Then when I get back we can have some more fun. In the meantime… have a swinging good time, bitch!”

Giving her a push, Mika watched as Emma swung back and forth, screaming into the gag in her mouth as the vibrators buzzed agonizing erotica into her holes. Then she laughed as she left the nosey little reporter to her many impending orgasms, heading upstairs for the many errands she had to run.

She figured the little bitch should be thoroughly exhausted by the time she came back. Perhaps a nice hot bath would be just the ticket before coming back downstairs to have some more fun with her new-found play-toy…

(Pictures are from Chanta’s Bitches.com and are for illustration purposes only.)

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My latest drowning victim 4 (13)

Posted on July 4, 2015 by riwa

Note: After having successfully moved, I spent some additional time writing before my Internet got hooked back up. This was one of those stories I worked on. So I thought it would be fun to give you a bonus story on this special day. I hope you enjoy our nations Fourth of July.

I just got back from witnessing my latest victim. Fuck, what a rush; my pussy is still throbbing! It never ceases to amaze me just how arousing it is watching one of them drown.

You see, I’m a substitute teacher for senior high school students. I do some traveling in the summer months, and I bounce around from school to school. It gives me a chance to see some of the hottest seniors as well as giving me the opportunity to pick and choose an appropriate victim. And some of these girls are sexy as hell, especially when I put them to the underwater test.

Take Ashley for instance. A couple years ago I befriended her during my summer vacation. We met at a beach and then again at the local swimming hole. I was 26 and looked young enough to associate with the teens, which really helps in getting close to them.

Anyway, she was pretty easy to seduce. And I made sure she didn’t tell anyone about us being together as me being a substitute teacher could get me in a lot of trouble seeing these girls out of school or after school hours.

I lured her out to the quarry with my scuba gear, telling her I could show her a few things. So I geared up in a private spot and went into the water with her, the both of us in masks and dive fins. Naturally I went into the water naked just to show her how innocent the whole thing was and how I was just in it for the sexy fun. That made her willing to swim naked with me, being as how I was just another woman. It was all too easy.

I showed her how to breathe from the regulator until she was comfortable enough for me to take her deeper. We both swam down near the bottom of the quarry, checking out a couple of old junked cars some people had pushed into the water. Then I showed her how to clear her mask and how to buddy-breathe.

We had just enough sunlight and visibility to see each other and to make it fun. Then we did a lot of erotic touchy-feely stuff. I waited until I had her completely trusting me before I made my move.

When it was time for her final performance I steered her over toward those cars again. I had been there the previous day setting my trap. So when we got close enough, I grabbed the rope I had attached to one of the vehicles and quickly looped it around her right ankle. Then I drifted back away from her to watch the show, breathing excitedly from my regulator.

At first she thought I was just playing with her. The silly girl even grinned at me down there. She play-acted like she was in trouble, clawing in vain for the surface. I just rubbed my pussy the whole time, knowing I was about to watch the real thing.

Pretty soon she motioned with her hand that she needed air, pointing at her mouth and slashing her throat. I just smiled as I inhaled from my regulator, shaking my head firmly. Her smile sure faded away in a hurry.

She motioned again, tugging on that rope with her leg and frantically pointing at her mouth as those telling convulsions began to settle into her stomach and chest. You can tell when someone is running out of breath because their body gives off these visible spasming signals. Those are pretty awesome to watch because it means you’re about to witness a sexy drowning.

I shook my head again, indicating she was on her own. Then I pointed at her before making the slashing motion across my throat. I wanted her to know in no uncertain terms that I was ending our relationship down here at the bottom of the quarry.

Her eyes got big as saucers and her chest really started heaving. Her sexy teen tits started bouncing up and down each time she tried to fight her body’s urge to inhale. I suppose she’s the one that really got me into drowning these teens as she was my very first victim who put on such a fantastic performance.

She really began to tug and jerk on the rope around her ankle; it was a sight to behold. Then she coughed up a big burst of bubbles. That’s when her hands came up and instinctively covered her mouth, her head shaking in horror as she pleaded with me with her eyes.

I was horny as hell, knowing it would be any second before she started to drown. I started rubbing myself silly, trying to get myself off. She just stared at me in horror before reaching out toward me as though wanting my regulator.

She suddenly started shaking her head, screaming and bubbling her breath away as her hair swirled around her head despite the strap to her dive mask. Then she sort of gurgled as she coughed up bubbles. Her body suddenly went wild as though all of her muscles were trying to go off at the same time.

She twisted and thrashed about real good, coughing and gurgling as she jerked against the tether around her ankle. Her gorgeous tits really bounced and wobbled. I swear I exploded in orgasm right then and there!

I had one of the most intense cums I have ever experienced in my life! Seeing her naked body going into drowning spasms was unlike anything you would ever want to witness! Watching her drown like that was one hell of a thrill!

She finally settled down into gentle spasms and convulsions, her eyes open wide in horror and her mouth gaping open. She was still coughing occasionally, but no air was coming out save for a bubble or two. Since she was finishing up for me I decided to swim right over to give her my appreciation.

I moved close and admired her naked form, touching and caressing her all over. I even fingered her slit; it was really sticky. It made me wonder if perhaps she’d gone through an orgasm of her own as she drowned. It was one hell of a sight; I still get wet down below just thinking about it.

I left her tethered there in her dive fins and mask; it took them weeks to find her. I still get the shivers imagining her naked body down there tethered to that rope. She was my first, and the one I usually compare all the others to.

For instance, I came across Sara last year. She needed a big sister figure or something like that. So I spent what time I could with her just setting her up for the kill.

We didn’t do much touching or caressing in a sexual manner or anything like that. But we were still close. That made it easy for us to go swimming together. So one day I simply handcuffed her wrist to the bottom rung of the pool ladder and then drifted back to watch all the fun.

You should have seen the look of shock in her eyes, especially when I popped my bikini top and bottoms. Then I went over to her and popped her top and bottoms as well while she struggled against the cuffs. From there it was only a matter of waiting for the inevitable… and Sara didn’t disappoint.

She really jerked against those handcuffs, screaming her breath away. Then she gurgled, her body exploding in drowning agony as she got water down her windpipe. The way her boobs jiggled as she bubbled her last made me horny as hell.

I had to furiously finger one out as she drowned for me. Afterwards I swam up to her and gently kissed her on the lips before sucking on an erect nipple. Sara turned out to be something kind of special, almost living up to Ashley… or maybe I should say ‘drowning up to Ashley’?

That leads us to this year and the girl I just drowned. This year I had picked out Kim to be my next ‘subject’. Kim was easy to lure, especially when I helped her out with her math and English while I was substitute teaching.

The night before when her folks were out of town, I snuck over to her house and tossed a few heavy pieces of patio furniture into the deep end of the pool. The next morning I got the call: could I come over and help her out as some moron from the neighborhood had broken into their backyard and had tossed some stuff into their pool. Of course you KNOW what my answer to that was!

I drove over and we got into the water together. The pieces were heavy enough that the sensible idea was to rope them and haul them up to the surface. Kim wondered who the hell in the neighborhood would want to toss their patio furniture into the pool. Naturally I smiled inwardly as I had my reasons.

She took some rope down and attached it to one of the pieces. Together we hauled it up out of the pool. It wasn’t all that difficult; we worked well together. But now I was ready for her drowning performance.

I got into the water with her as she went back down to tie off another piece of furniture. But this time I looped the rope around her ankle several times. Then I backed away.

She looked at me in surprise when she saw I had popped off my bikini top and bottoms. She jerked and tugged against the rope, perhaps thinking she had gotten her ankle entangled by accident. But her thinking that way worked just fine with me.

She motioned for me to come over and help her out, so I did. I went over and ‘helped her out’ of that sexy bikini she was wearing, popping the strings to her top and bottoms. As they fell away I drifted back out of reach again to enjoy the show.

She looked at me in astonishment before she began fighting against the rope. She tugged and pulled, but it was wet and hard to loosen from around her ankle. She was losing air fast in little bursts; I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

Those sexy spasms soon set in, the ones that hit in the chest and stomach, you know? Then she covered her mouth as she motioned for me to please come over and help her. I just drifted there watching her, sculling with my arms to keep me down and then furiously rubbing one out. It was an incredible sight to behold!

She kept pointing and motioning… Help me; I’m out of air! But I was too busy masturbating to assist her. Besides, this was what I had wanted to witness in the first place.

She strained for the surface, suddenly pulling hard with both arms. Then she sort of coughed and gurgled. Almost immediately her body went into those wonderful spasms as she started drowning for me.

Her big tits really jerked and bounced for me as those convulsions made her double over in agony. She kept coughing up bubbles as she twisted and thrashed about. She was putting on such a great show that I swear I exploded in orgasm watching her; it was fantastic!

She finally settled down, her body gently spasming as she swayed back and forth. She had this shocked look in her eyes as her mouth gaped open, allowing a few stray bubbles to slip out past her lips to scurry to the surface. It gave me such a delicious aftershock that for a moment I forgot I was down there with her holding my breath.

All of the sudden my own lungs heaved in warning. I was out of air, and I felt heavy! I swam for the surface, almost not making it in time. Then I burst up gasping for breath. Kim nearly took me with her, that sneaky little bitch!

Well, I waited for several minutes just to calm down and compose myself. Then I called the police and told them what happened. They came over and managed to get her out, although it took another 40 minutes. I guess that wet knot around her ankle stayed good and tight.

I told everyone how bad I felt and that it was my own damn fault for not paying closer attention. I told them all I should have watched more closely if she was going to go down there tying rope off to the furniture. I had no idea she had gotten it caught around her ankle like that!! They bought it of course, especially since I’m so attractive and that I was so remorseful.

So Kim was my latest victim. Next year I plan to put in my resume at another high school. I hear they have some pretty hot looking seniors over there. And I want to pick out a special girl who will be my sexy fourth drowning victim…

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