May 6, 2014 Busy May 0 (0)

Posted on May 6, 2014 by riwa

 

I was recently checking my blog and I realize I have not made a post since March. April went by amazingly fast. I guess I’m getting forgetful in my middle age.

Now what was I going to write about again??

Oh yeah…

This month promises to be a busy one. I am hoping to take a trip up to see mom and sis when the weather gets nicer. Sis wants to do some shopping in another town and it would be nice if the weather was warm and accommodating. I also want to get up to see mom and her new shower she’s recently had installed. But a trip up North might be a tricky proposition because…

I’m moving the end of this month. My lease expires the end of May and rent is going up. So I’ve found a one bedroom apartment across the courtyard that I can move into and save a little dough. That will be helpful as I recently put new tires on my vehicle in preparation to drive up to see mom and sis this May. See how circular all of this is?

Now what was I writing about again??

Oh yeah; I’m moving…

Today I hauled a box of clothes to be donated to the thrift store. It is amazing the things you accumulate but never wear. You keep telling yourself that you might wear it someday but you never do. It’s the same with books you have that you’ll never read or videos and DVD’s you have only watched once and will never watch again. I guess it’s time to make some hard decisions and get rid of some stuff.

In the meantime I have been posting a couple of series lately. It should take until the end of May to finish uploading what I have written on both stories. I do have other tales I have written that I can sprinkle in to upload as well for a nice variety. And one never knows when inspiration will strike, as evidenced by the April story I just worked on and posted. Anyway, it’s my desire that you will find something here in my library to suit your tastes.

Thank you so much for stopping by. Thank you for the comments you post. And thank you for taking the time to rate a particular story or give it a thumbs up or thumbs down. I know not all the stories here will cater to everyone’s varied interests. But it is encouraging to note how well some of my stories are being received. And I do use the rating system to give me an idea what types of stories some readers might enjoy in the future.

I hope this finds everyone in good health. Visiting my ex and seeing her in the condition she is in day after day is a constant reminder of how blessed I am right now with my health. She appreciates my visits but it is hard to see her bedridden with a feeding tube and the ventilator in her throat tube making it impossible for her to speak. Your thoughts and prayers for her are greatly appreciated.

Anyway, I hope you and yours are doing very well and are looking forward to an enjoyable summer. And again… thanks for stopping by…

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So Tender the Sea 3 (4)

Posted on April 24, 2014 by riwa

Note: This story was written for me by a writer on another website I visit. I like her style and imagery. I enjoyed it so much that I have decided to share it with you.

 

So Tender the Sea

(1)

In the midst of hollow beats of the snake-skin drums we walked in single file and lined up in front of the jungle- temple. There were twelve of us chosen from the nearby villages, or kampongs as in our tongue: young, pure and beautiful.

We knew what awaited us.  It was a night of life or death. Which among us would be the chosen ones?

Our people had dressed up in new sarongs, not that they were eager for us to be outstanding. To prepare us in any way other than the best possible was considered a sacrilege; the witch-doctor would see to that.  And no one dared invite his wrath.

I had a green sarong that matched my paler skin. Mira, who came from the same kampong and now stood on my right, was wearing a light blue one. Our shoulders and the upper part of our breasts were visible to all.

I stole a glance at Mira, at the fall and swell of her proud breasts. She would have made such a good bride. I knew many young men in the village who eyed her as a potential wife if she would return home safely after this night… IF she could return home!

I checked myself at such a terrible thought.  It was bad luck to harbor such ominous thinking.  Why did I have to think about the unpalatable alternative? Was it because I secretly hoped that if Mira was one of the chosen ones, there would be less possibility for me to be chosen?

They needed two girls tonight.  It was rare that two of the same kampong would be chosen at the same time.  Perhaps I was reasoning that if Mira was chosen then I would be safe.  “Rare, but not impossible,” I reminded myself.

I felt a surge of heat rise up my face.  Mira had been my best friend since childhood.  How could I wish evil for her? I offered a prayer in silence… “Please, please let us both go home safe!”

The chant of the witch-doctor jolted my reverie back to reality.  The moment was near.  I felt my whole body wet with perspiration.

“Two maidens will be chosen as sacrifice to the gods!” the witch-doctor announced. “…one to the Sea-god and the other to the Mountain-god! Now the gods will choose!”

One of the witch-doctor’s helpers came forward and collected the stones which had our names carved on them. Then he put these into a jute-bag. The witch-doctor tied the bag tight.

Murmuring another round of chants, he shook it with great force. Despite the heat I could feel a shiver down my spine. Then he reached inside and the first stone was picked…

“Tara!”

My lower jaw dropped in shock!  It could not be! Before I could protest, two strong hands gripped my lower arms and I was led away to one side!

“She has been chosen to be the bride of the Sea-god!” he declared. “And now the one for the Mountain-god shall be…”

I was still stunned at my fate when the next name was called out loud… “Farah!” It was a girl from the next kampong.

So, not Mira!

I looked towards her and found her to be looking at me too. There was sadness in her eyes, but also relief. So, at least one of us would return home safely.

A sudden commotion brought our attention back. The chosen girl, Farah, started to scream as strong hands tried to lead her away. She struggled and kicked. Under normal circumstances her efforts would prove futile. But something unexpected happened.

One of the witch-doctor’s helpers slipped and Farah took the chance and wiggled free. Then she started to run. “Stop her!” the witch-doctor barked. A young warrior eager to obey aimed a spear at the fugitive girl’s back and cast…

“Arghhhhh…”

The spear caught Farah in the back and went through her slim body.  She turned and stared in horror at the shaft protruding out of her breast. Then she crumpled and fell. Another warrior jumped forward, and with one stroke he decapitated her and held the head high for all to see.

“Sacrilege!” the witch-doctor roared. “The gods will be angry! Take her body and dump it into the snake pit!”

Farah’s red sarong was stripped from her headless body.  Her naked torso was carried by four men over their heads towards the dreaded place where serpents were kept. Satisfied, the witch-doctor again spoke.

“We will choose a replacement.” Those who had breathed relief a while ago became anxious again.

“Mira!”

“No!”

Her eyes showed terror. But she did not dare attempt to run away. Mira was brought to my side.

Two buffalo carts were pulled forward, each with a diagonal cross of strong bamboo on it. We were taken up the carts meekly, like goats led to the slaughter. Once mounted our sarongs were stripped away and in stark nakedness we had our limbs tied to the beams. In such position our breasts were pushed forward and our sex exposed.

We knew from past experience what would happen next. The witch-doctor came up to Mira first. He was now the human incarnate of the gods who would claim their brides.

I witnessed him fondle her breasts with his hands dipped in thick coconut oil. Mira gave out a moan of despair. She must have harbored dreams to offer these to the one she loved instead of being abused by this hideous man. But what she thought was of no importance to him.

He continued his manipulation and soon Mira’s body was completely covered with shiny oil.  He then fingered her maidenhood, ensuring it was damp enough. Then he roughly shoveled his manhood inside.

Mira screamed as he broke her hymen and blood trickled down her thighs. He laughed. All the people in the opening laughed, as though the ill-fortune of Mira was none of their concern. Her sacrifice was simply one which could buy them freedom from fear for another year.

When he finished Mira had become a complete wreck. Her long black hair was totally disheveled, her eyes staring blankly. Her body shook violently when the helpers led her cart to the site of the sacrifice.  As she was the chosen bride of the Mountain-god, it was at the top of the volcano that this marriage was to be finally consummated.  There her breasts would be cut open, her heart torn out, and she would be left there to be fed to the eagles and crows.

Now the witch-doctor turned to me. I braced myself for his exploitation. As he had done to Mira, he began to fondle my tits first.

I had made up my mind not to show my fear. So I stared back at him. This made him so angry that he threatened with his hands to strangle me.  But then he remembered his role as the Sea-god’s incarnate. To kill off the bride would be detrimental to his position and power.

He hissed and hastily applied the coconut oil onto my whole body. He made a half-hearted attempt to penetrate me, which still took my virginity and drew blood down my thighs. Then I was given to his followers to be dispatched.

(2)

They drove the buffalo cart down the winding jungle path to my place of doom.  Tied to the bamboo crucifix, I could only move my head.

It was to be the last time that I had the chance to look at the jungle, to listen to all the strange noises from the undergrowth which had long filled our minds with scary imaginations. Now they no longer seemed hostile. What worse thing could happen to me than the prospect of being planted in the shallow waters of the bay to await the agony of drowning when the tide came in?

Strange birds hooted among the trees. Were they saying their farewell to me?

Now I heard the sound of waves breaking on the rocks. It should not be too far away. My heart leapt so fast; I was not ready to die, not yet!

I thought about my parents, my brothers and sisters, especially the sisters. Would they be subjected to the same cruel fate as I several years from now? I sobbed, but the men just turned away their eyes and pretended not to notice.

We reached the place. The vastness of the ocean took me by surprise. It stretched all the way out into the horizon, an expanse of water that would become my grave.

They pulled the crucifix down, having been fixed on a solid base of bamboo beams and mats. Then they began pushing the whole thing into the water with me facing outward as proper for a bride to greet her groom. I felt the cool water washing my feet, then my legs, and finally everything from the waist down.  The men anchored the cross by tying a large stone to it.  Then they sat down on the big rock and waited.

The water kept on rising…

With each breaker the level rose, and soon it had reached level with my nipples. I felt my breasts rise up and down with the force of the breakers. Soon I would be completely submerged and the drowning would begin!

How long would I remain conscious before my lungs burst for the lack of air? Would there be sharks around? I used to have great fright of them. But now I prayed some would be nearby and my virgin blood would attract them to finish me off quickly. It would be a fearful death, but little suffering…

The water reached my chin and then my lips. It was so salty that I had to continuously spit it out. Now I understood what fear was. It was not death itself, but the certainty of death, of the torture before he finally claimed you.

My nose was under water now.  I had to struggle and lift my body up a tiny fraction of an inch to gasp for air.  I cried and my tears joined the vast volume of water that was to put an end to my life.

What had happened to Mira now? I was sure she was already dead! Had the birds preyed on her flesh, reducing her to a skeleton?  The absurdity of comparing my demise with hers made me want to laugh but for the fear of letting in more water into my close-sealed mouth.

The water finally rose above my eyes.  I was fighting for breath now, trying my best to use the last pocket of air that I had sucked in before it was no longer possible to take in another draw. My lungs seemed to be exploding!

How long? How long?  I knew I could make it easier if I only let go, just open up my mouth and let the onrushing water do the rest.  But something inside me kept me fighting, for one more minute, one more second. Life, oh life! How sweet and fleeting.

And then finally, oblivion…

(3)

When I opened my eyes I was lying on the beach naked. Strange voices could be heard not far away from me.  I made an effort to turn my head.

The men on the rocks were gone. For a brief moment I thought that I must have died and this was paradise!  But then I began to cough and water spilled out from the corner of my mouth. I was still alive!

How could this be?

I heard men approach me. Strange faces stared down, faces with skin so white, like the ripe flesh of the mangosteen. They gestured in a wild way and laughed.

I should have been frightened. But I thought what was so frightening now that I had experienced death, or near-death any way?  I tried to get up but my body was too weak and I collapsed back onto the sand. A man gave me fresh water and I drank. Then I fell back into sleep.

I probably spent days sleeping. I felt so weak.  During this time I could feel someone touching my body.

I had no strength to resist, nor did I want to.  He even mounted me a few times, spreading my legs and entering me. I was sure it was the man who gave me water. Maybe it was a way to show my gratitude for saving my life.

After many sunrises and sunsets I was finally able to get to my feet.  I found out that all this while I was sleeping in some kind of swinging net. I was no longer naked but was dressed by these men: a white linen sheet cut down in sizes that served as wrapping cloth around my tits, a sarong worn by the males of our people around my waist.

I did not ask where they got the sarong from.  If my memory was correct, one of the witch-doctor’s followers had worn a similar thing before he and the others planted me in the water.

I was totally surprised when I discovered that some of these men spoke our language. These included the man who had given me water and who had used my body. When I finally mustered enough courage, I asked him if he had saved me from drowning.

He and his men laughed aloud but did not reply. I felt I was regarded as some kind of fool and I became angry. But the man held me tight and began to shower me with kisses.

He took me to a quiet part of the jungle and took off the white wrapping cloth and the sarong and entered me again. I did not complain. Actually I came to like him a little and did not mind him doing this to me.

Once I teased with him. He laughed and cradled me in his arms and spoke of love. It was good to be loved, to feel I was being loved. Or so it seemed.

(4)

It was quite some time later that we had visitors. It was the witch-doctor who came with several warriors. My skin crawled at the sight of him.

I did not know what was conversed between him and the men who saved me. But what began as negotiation turned to an angry exchange of words. Before long, a fight broke out.

Several of the witch-doctor’s men were shot dead by strange weapons which made a loud noise. I knew they were dead when I saw so much blood flowing out from the bodies. One of the men on our side was wounded by a dart and later died of poison. The witch-doctor escaped.

There were more fights in the following days. The men who rescued me always got the upper hand, but there were casualties on our side too. I was grateful for these men who defended me from the witch-doctor as it was now quite clear to me that the witch-doctor had come to demand me back but was refused. I remembered the man had spoken to me of love and I was so happy that he was willing to fight for me because he loved me.

One evening the witch-doctor came again. But this time there was no fight. The men talked and parted with nods of heads. I felt uneasy.

The man whom I slept with every night came back and said nothing.  By now I knew he was the leader of the rest, and what he said the others obeyed. When I tried to ask in his tongue with broken words he hushed me and calmed me down with kisses. Later, we made love.

(5)

When I woke up, they were gone. The witch-doctor and his men were waiting. I looked round in fear and searched for familiar faces, his face! But they were not to be found!

The witch-doctor told me that the men had agreed to the terms. In exchange for information on the site of an earlier sunken galley I would be returned to my people. “They say there is much gold in the sunken ship,” the witch-doctor added.

I stood there as if turned into stone. So much for love. Not much in the face of gold.

I was no longer suitable to be a bride as I had been soiled. But that did not mean I could expect clemency.

The witch-doctor had insisted on getting me back, to inflict punishment. This was the only way to appease the Sea-god.

I did not protest, or fight, or try to flee. My heart was dead. How could I care for this body?

I asked one of the men what happened to Mira. “Bones,” he said.  I sighed.

I spent one more evening in captivity.  The witch-doctor sent four men to watch over me. But there was really no need to do so. I had accepted my fate.

When the sun set the following day, they prepared me for the execution.  They removed my white wrapping cloth and exposed my breasts, the breasts that man had cupped and fondled so many times while speaking of love. My sarong was cast away and I was taken to the bamboo cross.

“Can I make a final request?” I asked. The witch-doctor nodded.

“Tie me upside down,” I said. He remained silent, then nodded.

It was a more painful way to die, but the end would come quicker.

Two men took my waist and turned me head down. I volunteered my limbs to be fastened. When they finished with the tying up, the whole structure was taken out to the water.

It felt so strange looking at the world upside down. The sea seemed to surge and was about to drown out the sky.  My long black hair swept along the sand as if caressing the place where he and I had left footprints only to be washed clean by another tide.

They planted the cross in shallow water. My temple and forehead was immediately below the surface. The tide sang, its music beautiful and true.

It did not say it loved me. It only promised a quick death. So tender the waves as they kissed my eyelids.

This time I did not have to pray for sharks….

(End)

 

(Written for riwa Apr 14 ’14 by Hitomi)

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March 24, 2014 Spring Break 0 (0)

Posted on March 24, 2014 by riwa

 

It is spring break for the schools around here… and it appears that I need one as well. Recently I’ve pulled up a couple of stories to work on, only to find myself staring at them with no drive or inspiration to edit them. Maybe I’ve burned out a little from working on so many projects lately without taking a little time off.

Maybe I’m simply getting that urge to go out and about again and refresh my batteries. I have taken a couple of trips around the valley lately and I have enjoyed driving around. Maybe I need to take a step back from the library and my Stories folder for awhile and get outside… go do some walking and hiking and sightseeing. So I’ve decided to try taking the next week off.

Today was a good start as I just got back from another drive. I saw some nice scenery and it was good getting behind the wheel. Maybe it’s my body’s way of telling me to prepare for a trip to go see mom sometime in the near future.

Meanwhile I can drive around and take pictures of the countryside around here and send them to her to enjoy. She likes seeing my pictures even though she has seen some of these sites several times before. Maybe she likes them because it brings back nice memories of her previous visits.

Speaking of pictures, I believe I will go have some developed to take over to the ex. Sadly, I fear she will never get to travel anymore and see the things I get to see, much less get outside of the rehab center. It is sad to see her like that. Perhaps showing her some pictures of the places I have been lately will remind her of the times we went there together. Hopefully it will lift her spirits and bring a smile to her face.

I hope you are all having an enjoyable spring. But don’t forget to take care of yourself. Make sure you go do something relaxing or restful or enjoyable with family and friends to keep yourself refreshed. After all, we all need a little time to stop, recharge, refresh and contemplate the many blessings we have received…

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February 22, 2014 Update 0 (0)

Posted on February 22, 2014 by riwa

 

I’ve been to the hospital several times this month because my ex-wife has been in ICU for some health issues. She is back at the rehab center, but things are not the same as before. They are watching her closely for breathing issues and a staph infection (which means I have to gown up and glove up so as not to catch her infection nor pass it on to others).

It looks like we will be unable to share meals together like we used to. And her inability to sit in a wheelchair for any length of time means that I will not be able to wheel her around the facility as in times past for the foreseeable future. It is hard to see her this way and I have to be careful not to allow myself to get into a deep funk over her sad situation. As it turns out, my writing can be very therapeutic at times, especially when I can pour myself into a story as a welcome distraction.

Mom is doing well, although she is keeping an eye on a health situation of her own. She hopes it will not worsen and perhaps it won’t. But with all the cold and snow she is getting up there, I suspect these are the times she wishes she lived closer to me where it seems a bit warmer down here and perhaps a little dryer with a little less snow.

One of my goals this year is to get back to several unfinished stories, bringing them to a satisfactory conclusion and then posting them. I’ve recently looked at a project I started way back in ’05 and have made some edits to the material. But I guess that’s how it goes in dealing with inspiration when working on a story. Sometimes it is there and sometimes it is not. Even now I’m struggling with the next chapter to several different projects I have in the works.

I recently did some work on the Categories page. I updated a couple of items and added some additional links. I hope it makes moving around the library a little bit easier using the tags and category updates. But if you see something or get an idea that might make surfing my library a little easier, feel free to leave a comment or use the link to contact me. It might be something I had not thought of before that will make the library even smoother to navigate.

Spring is just around the corner and I’m starting to get cabin fever. Soon it will be time to charge the camera batteries, load the vehicle and take a day trip somewhere. It will be nice to get away for a drive that takes me farther away than the grocery store, a restaurant or the place where I walk in the mornings when it is cold outside.

I am well and I hope you are all the same. I’m looking forward to warmer weather and I suspect you are too. Thanks for stopping by and spending a few minutes here…

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January 24, 2014 900 story posts 0 (0)

Posted on January 24, 2014 by riwa

 

This is my 49th blog entry. The next story I post (early next week) will be my 900th story/chapter. I hit 800 nine months ago back in April. So it’s interesting how time has flown by and how another writing milestone is about to be reached.

Of these 900 entries, 2 were mostly in Emma’s words as she described a couple of her adventures which I enjoyed enough to try to edit a little bit simply to smooth out the flow of her narrative. Two or three others were collaborations where I had friends add a lot of input which I used. And of course many other stories have come from ideas submitted by readers. These were ideas which really caught my attention enough to inspire me to write.

I confess to having received a lot of story suggestions. I do appreciate the ideas; there certainly is a lot of creativity out there. Sadly some of them have not caught my fancy, although they still sit in my files so I can go back to look at them from time to time. Inspiration can be a fickle mistress sometimes, and I never know what story idea might suddenly catch fire.

Some stories flow off the keyboard while others languish and die off. I’ve even lost interest in a few of my own creations! I would like to get back to them to complete them. But sometimes it is like trying to make yourself go to the dentist: you know you really need to go for a visit, but you just keep putting it off! In fact I can recall how I had to force myself to go back and work on three of my older, longer series in an effort to complete them!

It’s humbling to know just how many of you have read so many of my stories. There certainly are a lot of places to go on the Internet. It’s gratifying to see you have chosen to visit my library to find a nice tale or two to read and enjoy, and I will always be appreciative. Knowing you like the effort I put into each story motivates me to work hard to put out a good product.

It’s been cold here and I see a lot of the country is experiencing quite the winter weather. I hope your January is progressing nicely without any major challenges or difficulties. But life is always an adventure, isn’t it? We never know when we wake up in the morning how the day will unfold. I just hope and pray your days are filled with peace and happiness… and that the occasional story you choose to read here will be a pleasant diversion and will put a smile on your face…

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December 28, 2013 3rd Anniversary 1 (1)

Posted on December 28, 2013 by riwa

 

There was a point this year when I was not sure I would live to see this anniversary. Back in January the year lay before me with much concern over how much time I might have left. But the operation was a success. The prognosis was good – the diagnosis: no cancer. And the scan I had taken only 18 days ago confirms that diagnosis: there is no new growth and everything looks normal! So there is much to be grateful for.

I must confess: when I first got the news back at the beginning of the year I began posting rather heavily in January, February and March out of concern I might not even make it to December. I wanted to get some of my archives up and posted just as fast as possible before my health might deteriorate. But the surgery turned out positive and my posts eventually settled into an average of 10-12 per month.  So here I am 152 posts later for a total of 936 posts (included in that total are 47 blog entries). Wow!

My goodness I’ve written quite a lot this year! Does that mean I spend way too much time at my desk? Uh – oh; that can’t be good, right?

I know what I’ll do! With my many surgeries this year I’ll simply rationalize it as “therapeutic”! Besides, the fact that I enjoy writing – putting scenarios together in my head and putting them into print – is quite satisfying. What can I say – I like to write! But some have wisely stated I need to get off my butt and go exercise once in awhile. So I make it a habit to go walking in the mornings about 4-5 days a week.

The positive feedback has been uplifting to be sure. And seeing the many votes you post on a story has let me know how much that particular story has been enjoyed. Some of you have left encouraging comments which I greatly appreciate. I have even received private messages of encouragement and for that I am also thankful. I’m just glad that you have found some of my stories to your liking and that I have written some tales you have found particularly entertaining.

…but enough about me…

Here’s hoping your year went well and that you have much to be grateful for despite any setbacks you may have had to deal with. Life can certainly have its challenging moments. But if we look hard enough we can always find some blessings despite the difficulties. I just pray you are all in good health and looking forward to an exciting new year.

Thanks for taking the time to drop in…

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November 28, 2013 Thanksgiving gratitude 0 (0)

Posted on November 28, 2013 by riwa

 

I went and visited my ex today. She is doing well and she appreciated my visit. We had a nice little chat together.

Somehow the conversation made its way to my pancreas surgery. The cyst was discovered back in January when I had pain from kidney stones and they took a scan. On that day I was not even certain I would live to see this Thanksgiving as pancreatic cancer is quite deadly and rather fast-moving. But here I am, grateful for God’s blessings.

Sadly I lost my grandmother this year. But my mother and sister are still doing well. I was able to visit them both two weeks ago when the weather was good for traveling. I’m grateful for the opportunity I had to go see them once more before the year was out.

As I sit here at my computer desk I realize I have much to be thankful for. In many ways it was a challenging year. But I know there are many who are worse off than I am, including those who have gone though Mother Nature’s fury this year. Floods and typhoons have struck… and yet here I am, high and dry with a roof over my head and food in my belly.

So this year Thanksgiving is kind of special to me. And I hope you can find a way to make it special for you as well. Thanks for stopping by. Take care and God bless…

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My Sunday adventure 4 (9)

Posted on October 26, 2013 by riwa

Note: This is another story sent to me by Emma. In it she details the events of one of her play-dates with a friend. I tweaked it in places to aid the flow of the story while using her own words as much as possible. Comments and votes will be greatly appreciated for her efforts.

I was already in my wetsuit when I arrived at the marina, becoming more and more tingly about the adventure to come. I was early but I just wanted to scope out the place first. I wanted to make sure no one was around to ask me any questions as to what I was doing there.

I parked my jeep and gathered up my gear. Then I headed for the path through the woods to the far end of the marina’s property. I figured this would be the best place to get ready and not be noticed, even though the marina was closed and not a person could be found.

I geared up just at the edge of the woods. Then I walked off the bank of the river just around the bend of the last pier where I could see Amy’s boat was moored. I waded in until it got deep enough for me to slip on my flippers and dive mask.

I went below the surface and started swimming almost a half mile around the bend to Amy’s boat. When I got close I poked my head out of the water, carefully moving around the docked boat. All was quiet; it seemed like she wasn’t around although I was sure she was.

I pulled my flippers and mask off while I was still in the water. Then I quietly put them on the dive deck before I climbed aboard. I removed my twin tanks and then hid all my gear under a tarp, leaving on my weight belt, wetsuit, booties and gloves.

I snuck up to the upper cabin where I crept inside. At first I peeked around, making sure I was alone. Then I went for her desk in a small alcove near the bar.

I sat in the chair, opened her desk up and began looking through the drawers, rifling through any papers I came across. I never even heard her sneak in behind me! The next thing I felt was a cold crack to my head, a stunt worked out between us involving her gun handle to my head. Then I slumped and slid out of the chair I’d been sitting in.

I was dragged across the floor and then into a reclining easy chair. I felt myself being tied into the reclined position, becoming more excited by the moment. My hands were bound to the armrests, my chest to the top part, and my calves to the foot rest. I was gagged with a cloth between my teeth for added effect.

I sat there motionless and lifeless for a good while, knowing Amy was probably sitting opposite me. I strongly suspected she was watching me, enjoying herself while admiring her handiwork. I opened my eyes a little and saw she was indeed sitting there opposite me, smiling at what she had done to me.

I fully opened my eyes and confirmed I was all tied up. Then I started to struggle, grunting into my gag with muffled cries. It sounded like gibberish as I tried to ask what the hell has happening.

She told me to shut up and just sit there. Then she explained how she had caught me trespassing and breaking in, not to mention searching through her private things. She claimed she was in shock that I had broken the trust between us both, even though our relationship had only been a short one. Then she asked if I knew how curiosity had killed the cat.

She told me how I must have seen the books on her alcohol bootleg business. She also mentioned how I must have noticed the protection payments she had received from the bars around town. Now that I had seen those things she made the observation that I needed to disappear.

Her words were getting to me and I really started to get a buzz of arousal. I was helpless; there was nothing I could do to stop her. This play was going better than I’d expected!

I tried to let out muffled protests in an attempt to assure her that people I knew would find out I was here. As though deciphering my gibberish she told me she knew that if I ever went out to do some snooping I would never bother telling any of my few friends and that nobody knew I was there with her. Then she just sat there opposite me in silence and watched me squirm for a while, even going so far as to touch herself while enjoying watching me wriggle around!

She stood up and then sat my chair upright. The ropes bit into me even tighter and it began to hurt. It was so tight that I almost hummed the safe tune.  The play was exciting but it was getting a little bit painful there.

She finally told me about the island and said that she knew of my fascination with it. She explained how that would be the perfect place to make me disappear. When I responded with more muffled protests she just smiled at me.

She went on by explaining to me the scenario she would pass on to everyone if my body was ever found: how I insisted on doing a little scuba out there alone. She would say how she begged me not to go and how she thought she’d talked me out of it but that I must have gone anyway. Her words were getting me more excited by the minute!!

She wanted to torture me in a peril or two before I succumbed to her final torment. She explained how excited she got whenever she saw my eyes as I climaxed during a dire peril. Then she walked around behind me where she slowly “chloroformed” me while I sat there helpless, holding a rag in place till my resistance was gone. My responses were all faked of course.

She brought the zodiac around to the dive deck of her boat. Then she untied me, carried me out and then laid me on the dive deck. She put my gear in the boat before tying my hands over my head, making sure to tie a crotch rope up to my wrists just for the fun of it.

I “awoke” just as she was finishing up with me. Then she took me over to the island in a slow troll. She went nice and slow, taking her sweet time so she could tell me what she was going to do to me.

Once again I let out a bunch of muffled protests that sounded like gibberish. I fiddled with the ropes and then looked down between my legs when I saw how she had tied me up. When I looked up at her she just smiled wide.

She deliberately reached down to pull on my body, dragging me around a little. Every tug triggered an erotic jolt though my body! I actually orgasmed twice before we even reached the island!!

She rode the zodiac right up to the shore and then dragged me out onto the bank. When she untied me I was so exhausted I could hardly stand! Then she pulled a pistol out of her duffel bag and ordered me to move.

She directed me up to the castle and I wobbled as I walked. She certainly got plenty of enjoyment from seeing me like that. I went on with my typical protests… “You won’t get away with this!” I even called her a crazy bitch and everything! But it just made her get rough with me… of which I loved every minute!

She directed me up the path around the main building. Then she pushed and shoved me toward the back. She told me to stop as we got closer and we approached what seemed to be some sort of well.

I curiously peeked inside as she giggled at me. Then she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. This time she reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a pair of cuffs which she snapped onto my wrists.

She turned me around and then gave me a devilish grin. “First torture; then your demise, you curious little bitch.” I could tell she was loving what she was doing to me!

I whimpered and whined as she gagged me again, this time the gag completely covering my lips. She sat me on my ass on the ground near the well and I heard a lot of goings on behind me. But I couldn’t see anything! Not knowing what she was going to do to me next got me even more aroused!!

She stopped after a short time and then I heard her sigh in relief. Then she yanked me up and pulled me close. When I saw the new rope on the spool over the well I knew right away what was going to happen to me!

I looked down and saw the water’s reflection only 10 feet down or so. Then she coiled the rope and tied it with knots in several spots under my booties. Amy knows I love my soles rubbed with rope because it gets me overly excited.

She went on to form a crotch rope with the slack. Then she cinched it all up. She concluded by placing me on the edge of the well and tying me up so I was all ready to go!

She began sliding me down into the well nice and slow, taking her time because of the way she enjoys the image of me being bound and helpless and knowing my fate. As I dangled there in growing excitement she commented on how she hoped I would enjoy my little dip. Then she lowered me down into the water.

She toyed with me, dropping me into the water and then bringing me right back up. Then she giggled as she called out, “Nice and slow for the curious little bitch!” This time she took her sweet time lowering me until I was under the surface wriggling and squirming and bubbling out of my nose like crazy! That’s when I climaxed so very, very hard!

She was enjoying it so much that she sent me down into the well for several more dips. In a short time I suffered through two more orgasms so very close together. In no time at all I was in La-La land, all dazed and woozy. When she finally pulled me out and sat me down I just slumped in sheer bliss.

Amy let me regain my composure, untying me and removing my gag. Then up came that damned pistol again as she told me to move. I found it hard getting to my feet, even more than when I was back on the beach at the zodiac. She just chuckled as she roughly escorted me around the back of the island to the tunnels.

I couldn’t say much; I was pretty wiped out although I did do some whimpering. I managed to get out a few snide comments over what a bitch she was. Each one of those simply earned me another push in the back, a shove or a kick.

I had no idea of my bearings as I had never been into any of those tunnels before. She picked one and shoved me forward as though she knew exactly where she was taking me. The terrain sloped downward like a ramp and I wondered what lay at the very end.

The ground was sandy and rocky, but we walked in almost 100 feet of light that still shined in from the outside. Then we hit one of those gates blocking our exit. By then the water was already up around my ankles.

Amy dropped the duffel bag and then pushed me around a little. She cuffed both of my wrists to a high bar on the gate so I couldn’t resist her. Then she carefully exchanged the cuffs with a rope she used to stretch me high, leaving me in my booties still flat on the ground.

I nervously asked what she had planned for me, feeling that familiar erotic buzz return in a rush. She just giggled before gagging me again. Then she left me there all alone!!

For a moment I started to panic, my vain struggles doing nothing more than getting me extremely aroused! Then I saw her coming back, this time with all of my scuba gear. I tried kicking at her but that didn’t do me any good at all.

She managed to get my twin tanks onto my back. Then it was my flippers and dive mask. When she was done she just stood back and admired me all bound up like that, a strange look of lustful fulfillment in her expression!!

When she looked down at the water I wondered what she was looking at so I looked down too. That’s when I realized the water had risen up to my calves within the last twenty minutes or so!! Then I remembered how the tunnel was a downward slope. That’s when I realized the trouble I was in!!

Amy took some rocks and began methodically setting them all around my feet, placing several around my slightly spread legs. Then she gave me this rather disturbing little smile. “It’s too bad things couldn’t work out between us,” she told me. “You’re a real cutie; I’m going to miss you deeply. Oh well… business before pleasure.” Then she started rubbing me!

The seam of my wetsuit always does a number on me. But her compounding things by rubbing me right there only made it worse! In no time at all I was writhing and moaning!!

“I really don’t think anyone’s going to find you down here, hun,” she told me. “If they do I suppose they will probably suspect foul play. But by whom I wonder? Certainly not innocent little ol’ me, right?” She touched her chest and gave me an innocent smile as she shook her head. Then she cackled sinisterly.

Until then it had been a wonderfully erotic Sunday afternoon play. But now I was genuinely scared… and damned close to humming my safe tune! But for some reason I held off.

Amy clutched me hard, erotically grinding up against my body. Then she smiled as she pulled off my gag. I barely got out the word “DON’T” before she shoved my reg in my mouth.

“That air should last you until the tide comes in, hun,” she said with a smile. “Then I suppose you’ll probably suffocate or drown. Either way makes no difference to me.” Then she said her goodbyes before turning and walking away. She just left me there all alone in water already up to my knees!!

I frantically tugged on my legs, struggling against the ropes that held me fast. But it was utterly hopeless… and Amy was well out of sight!! That’s when it slammed into me like a train coming down the track!!

It felt like a massive wave, a volcanic orgasm that shook me to my very core! Then it seemed to branch out, hitting me in multiples!! My body shook like I was in a car wreck!!

It had been so long since something like that had happened to me. When it was finally over I simply slumped! I felt beat up… like I had been in a fight or something!

It took a while to regain my composure. But by then the water had risen to my waist! The pressure against my suit was once more giving me such a terrible excitement!!

I looked outside to see that night was falling fast. That’s when I thought she had really left me!! Once more I began tugging against my bonds, flexing my legs and pulling hard with my arms. But my wrists never budged an inch!!

Once again I felt myself slipping into the abyss of pleasure. This one didn’t feel quite as severe but I still tried to hold it back. It was a futile effort and it slammed me again. It grabbed me like a current, carrying me along until it subsided.

When it passed I was nothing more than a wet noodle! I could hardly stand; my legs trembled as my body quivered! I gulped compressed air into my lungs as though I couldn’t get enough. It made me wonder how much I had left in my tanks!

I tried staying upright on my feet, wondering where the hell Amy had gone. Then I began to think the worst. What if something had happened to her, preventing her from getting me out of this? Or worse, what if I had been completely wrong about trusting her?? Would she really do me in???

The feeling swelled within me again as the water reached my chest. With the pressure between my legs now pressing into my chest, I felt myself going again! I was really afraid another earth shaking climax might cause me to drain my tanks and pass out!! I barely had enough strength as it is!!!

It hit me again, but seemingly at half the intensity of my last orgasm. Then through my delirium I saw Amy wading back to me. She seemed to be rushing a bit, seeing how quickly the water had risen.

She set me free although by then I could barely move. Then she helped me climb back up the tunnel out of the water where we found a place where she allowed me to sit and catch my breath. Then we chatted for a bit.

We shared our thoughts with each other about the time we were separated during the rising tide. I told her how I worried about what might have happened to her and she talked about how she had miscalculated the tide. Then she helped me back to the zodiac and we made it back to her boat where she went and docked at the marina.

By then it was dark. But I didn’t even have the energy to eat!! I wanted nothing more than a shower and a good night’s rest after having endured a terribly erotic play. It was an adventure I would remember for a long, long time…

(Inspired by one of her plays and written Nov 5 ’08 by Emma; ed. Oct 24 ’13 by riwa)

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The Forest Strangler 4 (9)

Posted on August 27, 2014 by riwa

Note: this is a story I submitted for a contest at Dark Fetish Network back in early-August.

“C’mon, you little slut!” Marcella blurted out angrily as she and her friend dragged the little five foot Asian along. A length of nylon rope hung slung over her shoulders. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods, ok bitch?” she snorted in a huff.

Emma whimpered anxiously, the duct tape covering her mouth preventing coherent speech. Her wrists were bound behind her back, preventing her from putting up much of a struggle. Her coal black hair waved at her shoulders as she was dragged along in her hippie blouse and denim skirt, her knee-high black boots leaving little drag marks along the trail. The Ford Explorer she had been held hostage in during the drive out sure seemed like a lot better proposition than the one she was now facing!

“Are you sure about this, Marcie?” Marcella’s Dominican partner in crime Jocinda asked as she warily looked all around. Three miles up a rutted jeep path deep in the forest and then another mile and a half walk had not been a part of her plans for an enjoyable Friday evening. Besides, wasn’t this the place where that Forest Strangler had killed a couple of girls and dumped their bodies?

“This is PERFECT!” the raven haired Latina blurted out.

“But what about the Forest Strangler?”

“Don’t you get it, Josie?” Marcella chuckled evilly. “He’ll get the blame for what we’re going to do to this little piece of shit!” Then she grabbed Emma’s chin and gave it a good shake, laughing as she added, “Ain’t that right, sweetie?”

Emma cried out again as she tried to resist them. But Marcella was 5’ 6”; Jocinda at least a couple inches taller. They outweighed her and she was in no position to make an escape.

“This place gives me the creeps!” Jocinda declared, nervously looking around as they continued to drag their helpless captive along.

“Would you knock it off?” Marcella responded in exasperation. “Besides, we didn’t run across a single vehicle coming out here! There’s nobody around for miles but the three of us!” Then she gave out a nasty cackle as she hefted the rope slung over her shoulder while giving Emma’s chin another shake.

“But soon there’ll only be the two of us; right, you cock-sucking slut?? I’ll teach you to go sucking my boyfriend’s cock!”

Emma tried to protest through the duct tape covering her mouth, tried to convey how it wasn’t her fault. “Save it, bitch!” Marcella blurted out as she slapped the Asian’s face hard. Then she went back to dragging her along by one elbow as Jocinda helped drag her along by the other.

Marcella suddenly stopped, looking off into the woods. There was a narrow path leaving the trail they were on, a path plainly visible by the light of the moon. “This way!” she told her friend as she jerked on Emma’s elbow. “I think I see a tree over there that’ll be just PERFECT!!”

Emma whimpered again as she tried to resist. But she was helplessly pulled along, half walking and half stumbling. Whenever she lost her footing she was dragged for several feet before she could get her boots underneath her again.

They stopped a hundred yards down the path in front of a couple of cottonwoods with lower hanging branches. A small rock stuck up out of the ground, jutting up by a couple of feet. “Why lookie here!” Marcella laughed with delight. “Mother Nature even provided us with a stool!!”

She told Jocinda to hang onto their prisoner as she tossed the nylon up over a nearby branch. Emma panicked and she head-butted Jocinda in the ribs and then started to run. “GRAB HER!” Marcella called out, chasing after her. “DON’T LET HER GET AWAY!!” In no time at all Emma was tackled to the ground and then brought struggling and kicking back to the tree.

“You’re not going anywhere, you little piece of shit!” she snarled at the terrified Asian. “…nowhere but UP!” She laughed as she pointed a thumb up in the direction of the branch from the cottonwood tree.

Her efforts at making a noose proved clumsy. But somehow she managed to create a loop and then drape it over Emma’s neck as the poor girl wriggled and thrashed about. Then the two murderous girls forced her over to the rock and made her stand upon it as Marcella took the slack out of the rope.

Emma gasped and grunted at the tightness around her throat. Her fear intensified a thousand-fold; surely this couldn’t be happening to her!! At the same time she felt a horrific arousal at her predicament!

Marcella tied the other end of the rope off to another branch, leaving quite a bit of excess. It also had the effect of taking Emma up onto her toes. One little slip and she would swing off the rock to her death!

“Any last words, you dumb slut?” Marcella crowed, ripping the duct tape off Emma’s mouth. The Asian girl cried out from the pain. Then she started pleading for her life…

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!! IT WASN’T MY FAULT!! YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!! PLEASE DON’T HANG ME!!”

“Oh, we’re going to blame it on the ‘Forest Strangler’, you stupid bitch!” Marcella sneered. “This is what you get for sucking a cock that doesn’t belong to you!!” Then she gave Emma a push in the back.

Emma slipped off the rock and swung outward, her boots fluttering like crazy! But there was no ground upon which to regain her footing! She swung back and forth a couple inches off the forest floor, unable to reach down and touch it no matter how hard she stretched with her toes!!

She gawked and gurgled as she rasped for breath. Then she felt an explosion of warmth in her loins, her eyes rolling as the orgasm claimed her. Marcella recognized it instantly.

“Look at that, Josie!” she laughed, pointing at the dangling Asian girl. “Look at her face; look at her eyes! I think that crazy slut is cumming!!”

Emma bucked and shuddered in the strangling coil, her body sort of bunny-hopping as she tried to jerk free of the constricting coil. Her legs pedaled as her boots kicked, fluttering for solid footing. Then they shot out every which way as though responding to a blind panic. She rasped and gurgled as the rope drew ever tighter around her neck.

“Are we really going to hang her all the way?” Jocinda asked uncertainly as she looked up at the horrible sight before her, suddenly not so sure of this murderous vendetta.

“The slut fucking deserves it!” Marcella replied, no compassion whatsoever in her voice. “Fuck; that’s kinda hot! I should grab her legs and break her neck! But I think she deserves a long, agonizing death so I won’t!!” Then she laughed with sadistic glee.

Emma kicked for several minutes, the result of an improperly constructed noose. It hurt like hell; her chest felt like it was on fire!! What’s worse, she actually thought she could feel major organs dying inside her!!

With a burst of adrenaline she kicked like crazy, her arms jerking frantically behind her back. But they had been too well secured. Her body swung wildly as she twisted and turned in the noose. It was so quiet in the immediate vicinity that all that could be heard were her grunts of agony, the loud creaking of the rope and the sound of Marcella and Jocinda breathing heavily as they watched her.

After awhile Emma’s frantic gyrations slowed down. Then she hung quietly, her body gently swaying back and forth as she twisted in one direction and then reversed herself. A few muscles twitched from stray nerve impulses. Then there was a splattering of urine upon the ground as her bladder finally gave way.

“Gawd,” Jocinda murmured, feeling more than a twinge of regret.

“Fuck; that was hot!” Marcella blurted out enthusiastically. “She sure got what she fucking deserved, don’t you think? I wasn’t sure I had enough rope for the little slut! But it looks like I brought along plenty.”

“I’d say you brought along just enough,” a male voice quietly observed from somewhere nearby. Marcella and Jocinda both screamed as they jumped back while frantically looking all around. Then a match flared as a cigarette was lit, illuminating the face of a rough looking male in his forties.

“…just enough,” he repeated as he stepped forward menacingly. Marcella and Jocinda screamed again, momentarily frozen with fear. Their inability to move at that precise moment would prove to be their undoing…

In a very short period of time there were new sounds that filled the air from that very same location, sounds of more rasping, gurgling and grunting as well as the creaking of two additional ropes cut from the original and stretched tight from two more bodies. Then the rasps and grunts died off, leaving only the creaking of twin weights against nylon. Ultimately those sounds died off as well, leaving the woods in eerie silence.

The Forest Strangler stared appreciatively at his handiwork for a moment. He decided that three for the price of two was not a bad night’s work, considering those two thoughtful bitches had kindly taken care of the first one for him. Then he turned and headed off into the night, leaving three clothed female bodies dangling in the woods…

© 2014

(written for Emma Aug 9 by riwa)

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October 7, 2013 An unsettled Sunday 0 (0)

Posted on October 7, 2013 by riwa

 

I really felt unsettled yesterday. I could not identify why; I just felt unsettled. I could not write or edit or anything! Sensing I needed to take a little drive somewhere, I grabbed my camera and drove to a nearby lake.

I took several pictures because of the late fall water levels. I was able to walk on part of the river bed as the water release has been scaled back for the fall/winter season. I did enjoy getting out and about, but I still felt a little unsettled.

When I got home I had an email waiting for me. It was mother with bad news. She had just learned that my remaining grandmother – my favorite – had passed away.

Apparently grandma died during my trip up to Montana in September to see mom and go to Yellowstone Park. I guess she was passing about the time I was coming home to all that bad weather. My uncle was unable to get in touch with us as he did not have our contact information and must have lost his Internet provider to be able to send us emails. I do not fault him for that as I suspect he was quite stressed, being as how he had been living with my grandmother for some time and had been taking care of her.

Grandma had been in declining health for many years. But each time I traveled up to Montana I made it a point to see her. She was always thrilled to have me drop in to see her, and she often reminded me I was her favorite grandson. And this year I did make it a special point to drop in for a visit to see her when I went up to see mom back in June.

She was turning 94 this year (July) and I knew she was not long for this world. She was in poor shape when I saw her last. But we had a very pleasant chat and she was happy I stopped by. Looking back, I’m certainly glad I was there to be able to tell her I loved her one last time.

As I ponder this blog entry, I am reminded that I had grandma on my mind these past few weeks, unaware that she had already passed. I was even thinking of sending a card or note to her, telling her how I was doing and why I had not been back that way recently and that I loved her. I had no idea it was too late and that she was already gone.

Perhaps it is a reminder that I’m getting old and that I should treasure the relationships I have. Mom even gave me some thoughts and instructions if anything should happen to her, being as how she lives alone and is starting to get those creaks and groans in her bones and muscles. So now I’m sitting here wondering who I else I need to think about and who might need to hear me say I love them.

Kinda sobering, wouldn’t you say?

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