Mila’s compromise 2.8 (28)

Posted on May 19, 2025 by riwa

Demi decided she wasn’t giving Ashton up, no matter how much he was attracted to that bitch Mila. She’d put a lot of time and effort into him. She wasn’t about to lose it all now.

She began a campaign of harassing her husband’s new lover. She did her best to drive a wedge between him and Mila. But the bitch was proving harder to drive away then she’d anticipated.

She tried to work her magic on Ashton. But he was no longer attracted to her. It wasn’t fair he was seeing a younger woman now!

She finally decided to force a confrontation. So she put out an invitation to meet with Mila at the bitch’s favorite restaurant. That way, she figured Mila wouldn’t put up any kind of fuss, certainly not in a public place where she was well known.

Mila came in and was escorted over to Demi’s table. Demi motioned for her to have a seat. Mila looked all around before warily sitting down.

Demi got right to the point. “I invited you here because I want you to know Ashton doesn’t love you. It’s me he loves, me he will always love.”

“I hate to say this,” Mila responded dryly, “especially since I always make it a point to respect my elders. But Ashton has moved on. It seems he prefers a younger model with less mileage on her.”

Demi bristled at the remark. “Less mileage, my eye,” she snorted. “You’ve been run through more times than the Holland tunnel. You really expect to win his heart?”

“I already have,” Mila told her. “You’re the one who should bow out gracefully. You had a good run with him. Now it’s my turn.”

“He’ll leave you and come back to me. I know Ashton. I know his heart.”

“It seems you know him far less than you think you do.”

About that time Pierre came out. He smiled with recognition at his favorite customer. “And what can I get for you today, mademoiselle?”

Mila looked at him and smiled. “Nothing for me, Pierre. I’m just visiting with someone here.”

“And what else can I get for you, mademoiselle?” he asked Demi with forced politeness. She had a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched yet. She hadn’t ordered anything else.

“This is fine,” she said sourly as she motioned at her cup.

“Very well.”

Pierre turned to go. Mila looked at Demi carefully. He had walked a few steps away when she called out, “Pierre? Is Thor still interested in putting together a special meal for me?”

He turned and smiled at her. “You know he loves a challenge, mademoiselle.”

“Don’t go. I might have something in mind for him.”

He bowed… “As you wish, mademoiselle.”

Demi rose to go. “It seems you want a little something to eat. I’ve said my piece. Now I’ll be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” Mila told her with a raised hand. “I don’t think we’re done with our conversation just yet. I want you to stop harassing me. Stop harassing the both of us.”

“Only if you’ll leave Ashton alone.”

“Perhaps we can reach some sort of compromise?”

Demi looked at her curiously. Pierre reluctantly stood nearby, not knowing what he was supposed to do next. It was not a conversation he wished to be a part of.

Mila told her, “I take it you want to live with Ashton, am I right? You want to see him every day; is that what you’re telling me?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“You think Ashton has your heart?”

“I know he does.”

Mila sighed. “Very well, if you’ll go see Thor for me and help him with that special meal he wants to fix, it will confirm beyond the shadow of a doubt Ashton will have your heart.”

“You mean it?” Demi suddenly appeared hopeful.

“I will leave it up to him. He can have your heart if he wants it. I won’t stop him.”

“Maybe I misjudged you,” Demi replied, sensing something had shifted. Was the bitch giving in?”

Mila looked at Pierre and then motioned at Demi, giving him a look of understanding. He returned the gaze with his eyes raised. Then he nodded formally before replying, “If this is what you wish, mademoiselle, I’m sure Thor will be happy to comply.”

“She’s going to do this thing for me, Pierre. This is her way of fully giving her heart to Aston.”

“It will be done, mademoiselle,” he replied with a bow. Then he nodded toward Demi. “If mademoiselle will allow me to escort her to Thor?”

“If I have to,” Demi replied, giving Mila a triumphant look. “Anything to get this bitch out of my way.”

—

Ashton put down his fork. He smiled at Mila as he took a napkin and wiped his lips. “I see Thor finally got to prepare that special dish for you.”

“Did you like it?”

“Delicious. What did he call it again?”

“Sautéed Le Coeur Almandine.”

“Le Coeur?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Isn’t that, uh…?”

“Yes it is, darling. It’s heart.”

She motioned across the restaurant, catching Pierre’s eye. He came rushing right over. “Was the meal to mademoiselle’s liking?”

“Tell Thor it was superb. You may now bring out the best part. I was saving it until now.”

“Very well, mademoiselle.” Then he bowed his head and departed.

“What’s this all about?” Ashton wanted to know.

“I had a little conversation with your former wife today.”

Instantly he frowned. “Is Demi bothering you again?”

“We came to a compromise of sorts. She’ll be coming to live with us. I told her you’d have her heart.”

“But my heart belongs to you, Mila.”

“And so it does, my love.”

She caught sight of Pierre returning. She smiled as she motioned grandly at him. “This is for you, my love.”

Pierre formally came forward. In his hand was a tray. Upon the tray was the head of the woman who would no longer bother them anymore. At least she’d given her heart to the man she loved.

2020 (written for Thor Nov 22 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by his photo manip.)

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By Command of the Order (Male victim) (guest author) 3.6 (21)

Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

The screen of my phone lit up with an incoming Telegram message. In my line of work, Telegram provides security and anonymity, which is imperative to all parties hoping to remain anonymous. The message was from an anonymous number, a simple question that sent a peculiar shiver down my spine.

“Ever beheaded someone with a sword?” it read.

I took a deep breath, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum at a silent auction. The absurdity of the question was huge, but the seriousness with which it was presented was undeniable. This was no jest or macabre role-play. The sender was genuinely seeking an answer.

With trembling fingers, I typed out a cautious response. “Yes, I have,” I wrote, “but what brings you to ask such a question?”

A moment passed, and then another message appeared. “I have a proposition for you. A… service, if you will.” The words hung in the digital void, weighty with implication.

I stared at the screen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. This was no ordinary request, but something about the message, the urgency, the desperation, compelled me to continue the conversation.

“I’m here to listen,” I replied, my voice echoing in the quiet room. “But I need to understand the context before I can consider my answer.”

The response was swift. “I’m not dying,” the anonymous user typed, “I have been offered a choice by my peers on how I wish to answer for my crimes. This isn’t about pain relief or a peaceful end. This is about making a statement and satisfying my peers’ expectations.”

I leaned back in my chair, the cold metal digging into my spine. “What statement do you wish to make?” I messaged back, my curiosity piqued.

The anonymous user responded quickly. “I belong to an Order that has found me guilty of exceeding my power, of becoming a monster hidden behind a veneer of respectability, whose crimes had gone unpunished until now. The desire for beheading wasn’t just a morbid fascination; it was a symbol of acceptance and embracing the needs of the Order to stop my crimes from reflecting badly upon the other members. Being beheaded would satisfy their needs.”

With a heavy sigh, I typed out my next question. “And what happens after the…statement is made?” I paused, swallowed hard, and continued, “What’s the plan for the body?”

The response was cold and calculated. “It’s all been arranged,” they said, “I have a witness who will handle it and will likewise witness my execution.”

The words sent a chill down my spine. “How do you see your execution being carried out?” I responded.

“Like Ann Boleyn,” the man replied, his digital voice devoid of emotion, yet I could almost hear the anticipation in his words. “I want it to be swift, a spectacle to match the weight of my crimes.”.

“Okay,” I responded, remembering that Anne Boleyn was kneeling with her head upright. Anything else?”

The man on the other end took a moment before responding. “I have been granted a final request that is in keeping with my crimes. I am permitted to be naked,” he began, “and as a final act, they agreed to my desire to masturbate for the final time, and as I reach my climax, I want the strike of the sword to take my head.”

I sat there, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a lead blanket. The absurdity of the request was overshadowed by the gravity of the situation. I typed back, “I hate to tell you, but I doubt you will be able to get a hard-on under the circumstances.”

“That’s not a problem,” he replied, “I have considered that. I get aroused easily and, oh, I almost forgot, I expect you and the witness to be naked, which will turn me on, plus I will take some medication to ensure I am aroused. Trust me.”

Surprised about being naked for the task, I texted, “Where and when do you want this to happen?”

“I’ve built an execution stage,” the anonymous user replied, his words painting a grim picture in my mind. “It’s in a secluded corner of my estate. Privacy is guaranteed. I’ll transfer five hundred thousand dollars to your account upon acceptance of the contract.”

“And when?” I asked while almost falling off my chair at the suggested fee for my service.

“Next weekend”, the man replied, the urgency in his digital voice sending a chill through me. “Everything is ready. I just need an expert like yourself.”

“Fair enough,” I responded. “I agree, but I have a couple of conditions.”

The anonymous user replied with a simple “Go ahead.”

I took a deep breath and sent the request for the exact location. I also suggested the time, midday on Saturday, and that the money must be transferred immediately after the conversation, when I would share my account details.

“It will be done,” came the swift reply, with another message afterwards sharing the location coordinates.

Five minutes later, the notification on my phone buzzed with the sweet sound of money being transferred into my account. The sum was substantial, but the task was no ordinary job. I stared at the screen, contemplating the gravity of what was to come. This wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the statement it would make to those people that cared.

With a sense of dread mixed with professional resolve, I stood up from my chair and approached the corner of the room where I kept my collection of weapons. Among the gleaming blades, my eyes fell upon the samurai sword I had acquired from a rare antique store. It was beautiful, yet terrifyingly sharp, a silent sentinel of death waiting to be unsheathed. I picked it up, feeling the weight of centuries of history in my hands. The cold steel was surprisingly comforting as I drew it from its scabbard.

The sound of metal sliding against metal filled the room, a melancholic symphony of finality. I stepped onto the worn wooden floorboards and began to practice the art of beheading, a skill that I had never thought I would need to perfect after the previous occasion. The blade sliced through the air with a whisper, the fine craftsmanship of the weapon speaking volumes about its deadly potential. Each swing was meticulously calculated, aiming for an invisible target that represented the neck of the man I was about to execute.

As the days passed, my apprehension grew, but so did my determination to carry out the task to the best of my ability. I packed my bag, ensuring that the black mask was tucked away neatly beside the samurai sword. The journey to the execution site would take two days, but I knew I had to be prepared for any eventuality. The hood was a symbol of my anonymity, a necessary precaution in this bizarre world where death was a service and I was the provider.

The day of the execution dawned with an unseasonable chill. With the coordinates programmed into my GPS, I set off, the hum of the engine the only company in the quiet predawn hours as I left the hotel. When I arrived, I parked my car and walked through the woods for thirty minutes until I arrived at the exact location, twenty minutes before midday.

The execution stage stood tall and foreboding in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by trees that whispered secrets to the wind. A knot of tension tightened in my stomach, the sword’s cold presence against my back a constant reminder of my purpose. I also noted that there were ten steps to the top of the platform, which was about ten feet by ten feet. More than enough to swing a sword with accuracy.

At the bottom of the stage, a table lay draped in a crimson cloth, a stark contrast to the greenery surrounding it. The sight of it sent a shiver down my body as I looked at the bottle of brandy with three empty glasses, with a note saying, “For you to enjoy should you wish.

This was who I would prepare for my grim task as I took a deep breath and began to disrobe, the chilly air kissing my bare skin. The anonymity of the executioner’s hood and the gravity of my outfit were a stark contrast to the casual clothes I had been wearing just moments before as I folded them neatly on the table. Naked and masked, I poured a swift measure of brandy into a glass, the spirit and flavor warming as I waited.

I stood on the bottom step of the stage, my eyes tracing the intricate design of the sword’s hilt. As the final drops of brandy disappeared down my throat, I saw them emerge from the tree line, their figures slowly materializing as they approached the stage. The condemned man was wearing a white nightshirt that billowed around his knees. His bare feet whispered against the damp earth, and his eyes held a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The witness, adorned in a black mask that concealed his identity, walked solemnly beside him, his robes a silent testament to the seriousness of the event.

The two figures grew larger as they approached, their steps measured and deliberate. The condemned man’s erection was unmistakable underneath his nightshirt, a testament to his morbid arousal.

When they reached the base of the stage, the condemned looked up at me, his eyes searching for any sign of judgment or hesitation. I offered him a nod, my features obscured by the mask. This was the moment of truth, and I felt a strange kinship with the condemned, a shared understanding that we were both bound by the inescapable finality of what was to come.

The witness surprised me by pouring two large measures of the brandy, offering it to the man while drinking the glass he kept in one go. “Ready, Sir?” he asked as he returned the empty glass to the table.

“That I am,” the man responded, drinking the brandy in one go, depositing the glass on the table. The witness looked at me and nodded, and as I started to lead the way up the steps, he unhooked his robe, allowing it to fall to the grass.

As I led the way, the condemned man began to ascend the steps, each footfall echoing through the clearing like a solemn bell tolling for his life. His witness, now naked, followed close behind, the masked face a silent sentinel of the bizarre pact we had all entered into. At the top, the condemned stood on the bare wood, his breathing shallow and quick.

The sight of him there, vulnerable and exposed, sporting a huge erection under his nightshirt, sent a wave of arousal through me, but I knew I had a duty to fulfil as I started to feel myself becoming aroused.

“Sorry about that,” the condemned said, looking at my swelling cock. I had the brandy laced because I wanted to use your excitement as my final muse.”

I nodded, understanding that in this twisted scenario, his final moments were his own to dictate, as I noted that the witness had developed an erection from drinking the brandy.

In silent thought, the condemned man knelt before me, the stage creaking softly under the weight of his trembling body. His gaze never left my crotch, the anticipation in his eyes growing with each passing second. The witness stepped behind him, his hands gripping the fabric of the nightshirt with a surprising ferocity. With a swift, violent motion, he tore the garment down the back, exposing the pale, freckled skin of the condemned to the crisp autumn air.

Now fully naked with the nightshirt nestled around his ankles, the man’s erection stood tall and proud, a morbid totem to his dark desires and the additional effects of the brandy. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my own, and spoke in a low, even tone. “As I reach climax,” he began, “you must strike.” His words were a command, a final act of control in a world that had otherwise spiraled into chaos. I nodded, my grip tightening around the samurai swords hilt.

The witness, his erection evident, stepped aside to give me the space needed for the grisly task. His eyes never left the man before me, a silent participant in this twisted ritual. I moved into position behind the condemned, the blade’s edge glinting in the sunlight that pierced the canopy of leaves above.

The man’s hand started moving up and down his shaft, a rhythmic accompaniment to the rustle of the leaves in the trees as we watched him grow more engrossed in his final sexual act.

He took his time, savoring the sensation of his hand, his arousal, his power over his body even as it was about to be taken from him. His hand was a blur, a silent symphony of skin on skin, his breathing grew heavier as his climax grew nearer. The witness watched, his erection bobbing slightly in time with that of the condemned man’s movements. The anticipation in the clearing was thick, the air charged with a mix of lust and fear.

I could see the veins in his neck pulsing with the increased blood flow as he approached the peak of pleasure. My arousal was unwelcome but undeniable, a dark twist to the morbid dance we were all engaged in. With a deep breath, I centered myself, focusing on the task at hand. This was not about me, nor the witness, nor our perverse reactions to the unfolding scene. This was about the man kneeling before me, about his need for redemption through a dramatic exit.

The sound of his masturbation grew more frantic, and I knew the moment was approaching. I also noted that the witness had started to masturbate as I raised the sword, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. This was not just an execution; it was a grim performance, a final bow to the twisted narrative he had written for himself.

As his hand moved faster, his breath grew more ragged. The witness leaned forward, his eyes glued to the man’s face as he massaged his cock, precum visible, dribbling from the slit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the clearing.

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing. His hand paused momentarily and then with a grunt, he reached his climax as he shot a huge load of cum, landing at least three feet in front of him. The moment hung in the air, a frozen tableau of ecstasy and dread as he spurted more cum from his cock, his eyes closed, as the last tremor of pleasure left his body. Seeing that he had shot so much cum was my signal and it was then that I swung the sword down with all the strength I could muster.

The blade sliced through the air with the speed of a lightning bolt, a silent promise of release. The man’s head didn’t move as my sword exited his neck, but I could see that the blade had done its job, as it slowly toppled from his body, a spray of blood arcing through the air like a crimson fountain. The head landed with a sickening thud on the wooden decking, his eyes staring blankly into the abyss of death.

And then his body collapsed backwards onto the stage, blood continuing to pour from his body. The head now lay by his feet as his body came to rest on its side, his hand still gripping his cock that had now become flaccid in death but we could still see cum oozing from the tip only to mingle with the dark red blood that continued to flow.

The witness’s grip tightened on his cock, his climax overtaking him as he watched his friend’s final moments, shooting his cum, as he remained bound by the perversion of the event as the lifeblood of the condemned man pooled around the stump of his neck.

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves and the harsh breathing of the living. The witness’s masked face was a canvas of conflicted emotions, relief, horror and arousal.

As the man’s body went slack, the witness stepped forward, his erection subsiding as the reality of the situation set in. He gently laid the nightshirt over the headless corpse, a strange act of modesty in the face of such a brutal demise.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It had to be done, and the world is now a better place.”

With the deed complete, I wiped the blade with a cloth I had brought with me and started to walk down the steps, more than happy to leave the grisly task to the witness in dealing with the body.

The mask still in place, I picked up my clothes and walked away, making my way back to the car, naked, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing in the now-silent clearing. The taste of brandy lingered on my tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the bizarre encounter.

I put the sword in the trunk and slowly got dressed, tucking my erection into my tighty whities, not feeling up to relieving myself. My contract had been fulfilled, and my identity remained anonymous as I drove away, half a million dollars better off, wondering why this event had occurred, pondering the remark of the witness, wondering “what had this man done to request such an end?”

by Borehamwood Man

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2 JustPaul single render-inspired shorts 3.7 (23)

Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

DEEP BONDAGE SOLO PRACTICE

Judith let Meryl breathe from her regulator as she attached her to the hooks at the bottom of the deep solo tank. Tessa was in the observation room watching. “Remember,” she said into the intercom. “Meryl has to go four minutes if she wants to be a Deep Solo mermaid.”

Judith nodded as she reached for the reg in Meryl’s mouth. The woman in the one-piece filled her lungs as much as she could. Then her air supply was taken away.

A few bubbles slipped past her lips as she settled in for a long breath-hold. She really wanted to be a part of the Deep Solo team here at the Mermaid Lounge. But she needed to be able to hold her breath longer due to the depth of the tank she would be performing in.

Judith held out one finger to Tessa in the observation room. That’s when Tessa began rubbing herself. It was always so damned erotic watching the new girls try to make four minutes.

Meryl tried to relax as she approached two minutes. It was so deep; the pressure was making it a challenge. But you had to be able to hold it four minutes in order to put on a good show for the customers.

Judith held out two fingers for Tessa to see. Tessa rubbed herself harder. So far Meryl seemed comfortable and confident.

Meryl felt the strain in her lungs as she approached three. It was too soon. She needed to be well past three before the discomfort affected her chest.

Judith held out three fingers. Now Tessa was really rubbing herself. Was she about to get to watch another drowning?

Meryl felt her chest hitch as her stomach rippled. She lost bubbles out of her mouth as her cheeks began to bulge. Then she opened her eyes and anxiously looked up at Judith.

Judith shook her head and wriggled a finger at her. Then she held up four fingers before patting the reg in her mouth… “Hunh – unh. You have to make four minutes to get this or suffer the consequences.”

Meryl winced in agony as Tessa rubbed herself harder behind the glass. How much longer did the new girl have to go? Was she going to make it? She looked like she might just get there.

A sudden burst of bubbles poured out of Meryl’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she began hitching and gurgling.

Judith noted the time. It was too late to pass the regulator to her. So she quickly reached down, disengaged the attachments holding Meryl down, and then began transporting the drowning woman back to the surface.

In the observation room Tessa shuddered from an intense orgasm. Meryl had come close this time. Maybe she would eventually reach four minutes. Or maybe she would keep falling short and drowning on them, which was entertainment enough in and of itself.

Tessa vowed to be down in the observation room to witness each and every subsequent attempt. Besides, these were just too damned erotic to miss.

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THE FREEDIVING TEASE

Every wreck seems to have one. There’s always a female who likes to freedive a sunken vessel. She is often topless as she cavorts in fins, a dive mask and weight belt.

Her male counterparts are usually clad in a wetsuit, or some other modest form of swimming attire. They are usually geared up in some sort of breathing apparatus. But she prides herself on being a wreck-nymph, using only the air in her lungs.

She teases the divers around her in the usual manner. First, she gets their attention by flashing her tits at them. Then she enticingly wriggles her thong-covered ass. If any one of them should make a move in her direction, she will always let out a bubbly laugh before blowing a kiss at them as she fins away.

Whenever she draws near to a diver, she always watches the crotch of her intended victim. The bigger the bulge, the more of an impact she knows she is having. It gives her a thrill turning on so many men, only to playfully fin away the moment they reach out toward her. She loves leaving them with a serious case of blue balls.

She frequents the wreck several times a week. It’s always on a day when she knows the scuba divers will be out. It makes no difference if he has a dive buddy who is male or female.

She flirts even more if there’s a female diver in the water. It brings out her competitive nature. She’s always testing her ability to see if she can lure away any woman’s dive buddy by flashing her exposed assets.

The divers at the marina all know about her. But none have ever successfully bedded her. To her it’s just a game.

On this particular day, a male goes out to do a little diving on the sunken vessel. He’s heard about this teasing nymph who loves to freedive the wreck. He has his own ideas as to what he might do should she make an appearance.

He goes out, gears up and then goes over the side into the water. He’s in the wreck barely five minutes before he has company. The nymph has arrived to torment him.

He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he examines his surroundings. This causes her some degree of consternation. Her powers have never failed before at this depth. She will have to try harder.

She is forced to return to the surface to refill her lungs. Then she goes back down. Her pride has been challenged; she will not be denied.

She finds him again and shakes her tits at him. He does not seem the least bit impressed. She wriggles her thong-covered ass in his direction. He just turns and fins along the side of the wreck.

She cannot believe he is not affected. She was sure she saw the beginning of a bulge. She decides she might have to try a more direct approach with this one.

She finds him in an open section of the wreck. She draws closer and touches his chest with her hand. She throws everything she has into her seduction.

The bulge makes a definite appearance. She knows she has succeeded. Now she must head back to the surface to refill her lungs.

To her surprise he reaches up and grabs on. But he has not grabbed a part of her body. Instead, he has latched onto her weight belt.

She tries to jerk herself upward. But he pulls her right back down. A warning spasm ripples through her chest.

She tries to break free. But he will not let go. Now he reaches down, pulls out his cock, and begins to stroke himself as he watches her while he exhales.

She exhales too. But she does not have a similar source of air like he does to replenish what she’s lost. Instinctively she covers her mouth with her hand as she tries to pry his fingers loose from her belt.

He jerks his dick harder as she loses more air. Bubbles fizz around her fingers as her eyes widen in horror. She’s going to drown if he doesn’t let go!

He suddenly jerks a load out of his cock. But she is not excited to have made him cum. She has other, more pressing issues to attend to.
Her lungs heave in her chest as her body screams for air. She loses the last of her breath. Then she shudders from a horrific orgasm before…

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Mother’s 40th birthday 4.4 (43)

Posted on May 5, 2025 by riwa

After the guests had left the party, I set up something special in the living room. Mom was ecstatic when she came in and saw the dangling noose with the kitchen stool beneath it. She blushed as she blurted out, “Oh honey; you shouldn’t have!”

“I wanted to wait until after everyone had gone home, mom.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you did. I would have been embarrassed to hang in front of them.”

I helped her out of her blouse and skirt. She looked pretty sexy in her lacy bra and pantyhose. And she was still wearing her heels.

I proceeded to cuff her wrists behind her back. I purred into her ear as I told her, “It’s what you always wanted; right, mom?”

“Oh, honey; it’s wonderful! You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

I reached around and rubbed her crotch. It was incredibly wet. “I can tell. You’re definitely excited, mom.”

I helped her up onto the stool. Then I looped the noose around her neck. She gasped the moment the coil touched her flesh.

“What’s the matter, mom?”

“Oh, honey. I can’t believe how excited I am. I’m going to cum any second now.”

“I’d better tighten up that rope around your neck, mom. It wouldn’t do to have you step off and end up standing on the floor now; would it?”

I chuckled as I snugged it good and tight. Mom let out another sexy gasp. Then I went over and made sure the end was secured so she wouldn’t reach the floor once she stepped off.

I came back over and admired her as she stood there trembling. “Mom, you look so damn sexy standing there all noosed up like that.”

“Honey, you have no idea how hot I am right now. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh yes you can, mom.”

“How do I do that?”

“By stepping off and dancing like the sexy noose-whore you are.”

“Oh, honey! You have no idea how much your words are turning me on!”

“Then step off for me, mom. Step off and hang yourself like the noose-whore you are!” And that’s just exactly what she did.

Her heels missed the floor by a good foot or so as her legs kicked. A moment later she began arching her back while thrusting her hips forward. The crotch to her pantyhose soaked clear through until she was dripping her arousal down her legs.

She danced a good two or three minutes. She actually came twice before I let her down.

She was breathless as I loosened the noose from around her neck. It took her a couple minutes to compose herself. She smiled as she told me, “Honey, that was incredible! I came so hard!”

“I’m glad you liked it mom. Because you’re going to do it again in a few minutes.”

“Oh?”

“Dad and Bobby will be here any moment. I promised them they’d get to watch you hang naked. Now let me help you get your bra and pantyhose off.”

“Honey, I can’t hang in front of your father and brother!”

“Sure you can! They’re going to love it!”

I pushed her backward onto the couch. Mom still had the noose around her neck, and her hands remained cuffed behind her back. She was in no position to stop me.

I pulled her heels off first. Then I pulled her pantyhose down her legs. She kept trying to protest… “Honey, don’t… maybe you shouldn’t… I don’t know about your brother and father… I’m not sure about going naked.”

I split her legs apart and dove right in, lapping up her flowing juices. She gasped, “Honey, no! Honey, you mustn’t – ohmygawd!” Then she started mewling and whimpering.

A male voice excitedly gasped, “You started without me!” I just turned and grinned. “C’mon over, Bobby! C’mon over and have a taste!”

Mom was embarrassed. “Honey, I don’t think Bobby should do this.”

I was on my feet as Bobby dove in to carry on what I was doing. “Don’t worry, mom. I’m just going to get the scissors for your bra. You won’t be needing it again after tonight.”

“I won’t? Honey, you’re not seriously thinking about – ohgawd, Bobby; don’t stop!”

I went into the kitchen and retrieved a set of scissors. I came back and cut mom’s bra off her chest. Now we wouldn’t have to remove her handcuffs to get it off.

Mom’s eyes rolled as she gasped, “Ohmygawd!” Then she shuddered in orgasm.

I took that moment to remove all my clothes. I figured we were all going to get naked anyway. Then I changed places with Bobby, giving him time to get undressed.

Mom tried to gasp for breath. “Oh honey; not again!” Then I began feasting on her cunt as Bobby took all his clothes off.

Mom cried out in orgasm. Then she gasped, “Enough! Give me a minute… to catch my breath!”

I smiled as I pulled back. I turned to see Bobby stroking his meat. He had a nice cock that was almost as long and thick as daddy’s.

“You heard her, Bobby. Mom needs to catch her breath.” Then I gave him the end of the rope before pointing over to where I’d secured it.

He grinned as he started to pull on it. Mom was forced up off the couch onto her bare feet. “Now wait a minute, kids!” she gasped anxiously.

Bobby was still pulling, forcing mom to step up onto the kitchen stool, when father walked in. I turned and smiled when I saw him. “Hi, daddy!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said we were hanging your mother for her 40th birthday.”

“Especially for you and Bobby, daddy. I’m going to enjoy it too. But I’ll bet mom’s going to enjoy it most of all.”

Mom called to him, “Honey, can’t you make them… Bobby, be careful with that rope… I’m going up already… honey, can’t you… do something?”

“Oh, I am,” father said as he began taking his clothes off.

Bobby tied off the rope. Mom was left standing on her toes, her heels just up off the stool. She shuffled around a little, trying to maintain her balance.

Bobby came over to stand next to father and I. Mom looked so sexy standing there noosed and naked. I was incredibly horny, while Daddy and Bobby were both sporting erections.

“Happy 40th birthday, mom!”

“Happy birthday, mom!” Bobby repeated.

“Happy birthday, honey!” daddy added in unison with my brother.

Mom writhed and squirmed as she told me, “Honey? You know, I think I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“No you’re not, mom.” Then I stepped up and started caressing her all over.

Daddy and Bobby stepped forward to help me molest mom. I lowered myself until my tongue found her swollen nub. I began licking and nibbling as we all touched her everywhere.

At first mom didn’t know what to do… “Bobby, you shouldn’t… oh honey, I know I said I wanted to do this for you… Sindee, you’re just like your name, especially if you keep that up… ohgawd!”

Mother humped my face in orgasm. Bobby excitedly gasped, “Let’s hang her now!” Then he and daddy picked mom up off the stool so I could take it away.

Mom tried to protest as they lowered her back down. Then the noose took her full weight. She rasped as she began to kick a little.

At first she undulated like a snake. Her back arched as she threw her chest out. Then she started humping the air.

I didn’t think mom could cum like that. She really gyrated in the noose. Her face turned a wonderful shade of red.

I went over and loosened the rope. Mom came down until her feet found the floor. I called out, “Daddy, you should give mom a flying fuck now!”

He smiled as he asked her, “Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” Mom shook her head.

I pulled on the rope until her bare feet left the floor. I called out, “Ask her again, daddy!”

“Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” This time she nodded her head.

Daddy stepped forward until his cock pressed against her. Mom wrapped her legs around him and tried to climb him. Then his cock found her slit. She slid back down until she was fully impaled.

At first she rested as though she was trying to take a moment to catch her breath. Then she started rising up and down by using her legs. She rasped for breath as Bobby stroked himself while I held onto the rope.

“Wow, daddy! Mom really loves it!” But I cheated a little by pulling up and down on the rope. It helped mom ride daddy until I fluids came out around Daddy’s cock.

He stepped away, leaving mom to dangle. I had to struggle to hold onto the rope. Then I called out, “Your turn, Bobby!”

I pulled mom higher into the air as Bobby stepped forward. Then I teasingly lowered mom down. Her pussy found his shaft as her legs frantically wrapped around him.

I tied the rope off as Bobby gave mom a sexy, flying fuck. I stepped forward and sucked on one of her nipples. Daddy walked up and sucked on the other one.

Mom gurgled as she climaxed again. Bobby let out a cry of pleasure. Then he stepped back and gasped, “Now let her hang!”

“I will!” I declared. “First, I want to feast on mom’s death cum.”

I knelt and stuck my face in her crotch. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders. But it didn’t help her all that much.

Mom slowed down as she gurgled. She tried to hump my face. She was getting pretty red as I coaxed a cum out of her with my tongue.

“She’s just about gone,” I said as I pulled back. Daddy stepped forward to make sure. He speared her with his dick, but she made no effort to wrap her legs around him.

I think you’re right, honey,” he observed as he pulled out and stepped back. Bobby stepped forward to find out for himself. Mom hardly made a move as he stuck his dick up into her.

“Happy 40th birthday mom,” I purred. “You were so sexy.”

“Yes you were, mom,” Bobby agreed as he pulled out and stepped back. Mom gently swung back and forth from the momentum of him pulling out of her pussy.

We all stood there enjoying mom dangle all naked and quiet. A moment later there was the sound of liquid hitting the carpet. Mom had finished in style.

1-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet

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Off-duty lifeguards 4.2 (33)

Posted on April 28, 2025 by riwa

“Closing time,” Vanessa declared as she checked her watch. “Looks like we’ve got the pool all to ourselves now.”

“Yes we do,” Brooke agreed. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You looking forward to this?”

“Hell, I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we first set it up!”

“Yeah, but what if you back out?”

“Not going to happen. What about you?”

“Not on your life. After all, Paul promised to go all the way. By the way… where IS Paul?”

At that moment, they heard a door close. So they both turned to look. That’s when they saw him.

Paul smiled the moment he saw Brooke and Vanessa looking in his direction. He immediately thought about what they’d all agreed to engage in at this late hour. It made his cock swell within his speedos. He was definitely looking forward to this!

Both female lifeguards began strolling toward him in a sexy and sultry manner. Were they looking forward to this every bit as much as he was?? He still couldn’t believe they had all agreed to this!

They came right up to him, standing on either side of their hunky companion. “Looking forward to this; eh, Paul? I’ll just bet you are. I can tell.” That’s when Vanessa groped his noticeable package as though to confirm her analysis of the situation.

He smiled as he put his arms around his two coworkers. “With a couple of sexy bitches like you two? Who wouldn’t be excited about what we’re going to do tonight!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Vanessa chuckled as she continued to grope his package. “So who’s going first?”

“That ‘sexy bitch’ is!” Brooke laughed as she motioned at her coworker. “Besides, I want to watch. Hell, I’m getting all turned on just thinking about it! And I plan on timing her just to see how long it takes!”

“Oh, it won’t take long at all,” Vanessa declared as she gave his cock and balls another playful squeeze through his suit.

“Now pay real close attention to us when we’re in the water,” Paul instructed Brooke. “That way, you’ll know what you’re in for.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” Brooke purred. “I’m so excited I could just burst! So let’s get started!” Then she paused before adding, “We’re not going to be disturbed, are we?”

“No chance of that,” Paul told her with a knowing smile. “I made sure of that. We have the place all to ourselves. So let’s get started, shall we?”

—
Down in the observation room, Brooke watched through the glass as Paul and Vanessa reached the bottom of the pool. The only things they were wearing were their weight belts and dive masks. It didn’t take long until they had gotten themselves into a 69 position, with Vanessa lying on the pool floor.

‘Paul loves to stay in shape,’ Brooke chuckled inwardly to herself as she observed her sexy, underwater coworkers. ‘Even now, he can’t help doing a few push-ups just to keep that handsome body of his all toned and in shape.’

Paul was doing push-ups, all right. But he was going up and down with his erection in Vanessa’s mouth. Meanwhile, she was aggressively masturbating herself, holding her breath while swallowing a mouthful of tasty man-meat.

Brooke inhaled deeply at the erotic sight. She also could not help masturbating as she watched them. Besides, she was imagining herself lying at the bottom of the pool with Paul’s dick down her throat. Because when Vanessa was done, she would be next!

Paul did his pushups… up – down, up – down. Brooke’s lady-parts tingled like crazy as she watched him thrust his dick down Vanessa’s throat. She could not resist touching herself as she gasped, “Yeah, baby! Make her gag on that tasty meat! Make her swallow it whole!’

It disappeared all the way into her coworker’s mouth before almost coming back out. Vanessa grunted, but she did not appear to resist. Brooke gasped and moaned as she caressed one of her breasts while touching her privates through her suit.

Brooke noted the time as they shifted positions. So far, it had been a little over a minute. Now they were on to the main event.

Vanessa was still on her back. But Paul was now on top of her, thrusting deeply as though wanting to push his erection all the way through her. His efforts were slow and deliberate.

Brooke imagined it was her on the pool floor receiving Paul’s thrusts. She felt little erotic jolts as she watched them going at it. But soon, it would be her turn in the water with their handsome coworker.

Was he still going to go through with it? Were they both going to take this all the way? They had discussed it and had agreed to it. But she was still unsure whether or not this was really going to happen.

Right now, she was so damned horny as she watched them in the pool! She’d fucked Paul several times before. In fact, they had both fucked him – above and below the surface of the water. But tonight was going to be something special!

Brooke watched Vanessa pull Paul close as they really went at it. Then she checked her watch. It read 2:18.

Gawd; they were really going at it! And it was erotic as hell! Brooke kept pace with them, furiously masturbating as her heart hammered in her chest.

Paul looked as though he was not holding anything back. And Vanessa had her legs tightly wrapped around him as though trying to take him deep inside her. It looked like that sexy bitch was really going to go through with it!

“Do it!” Brooke gasped excitedly. “Fuck the bitch! Make her cum as she drowns! Ohmygawd; yes… YES!””

There was a sudden burst of bubbles that exploded out of Vanessa’s mouth. Was it on purpose or accidental? Brooke couldn’t tell. But she quickly noted the time on her watch as she groped herself even harder.

One thing was certain. Vanessa looked as though she was cumming hard. Damn, that looked intense!

Brooke thought she saw Vanessa suddenly begin to writhe around underneath their hunky coworker. Were those chest contractions? Wait; was she cumming and drowning now?? It sure as hell looked like it!

“Do it!” she cried out excitedly. “Drown her ass, Paul! Drown her fuckin’ ass!”

Paul was still thrusting. And Vanessa looked like she was convulsing. And with that, Brooke suddenly cried out in orgasm.

For a moment, everything went dim from the intensity of her pleasure. Then her vision cleared. That’s when she saw that Paul was still thrusting into her coworker.

Vanessa had gone mostly limp. Then there was one last burst of bubbles that came out of the gently spasming woman’s parted lips. It looked as though Paul had fucked them right out of her coworker’s drowned body!

Where had those bubbles originated? Had it been an orgasmic aftershock? Or was it because her lungs had now fully flooded. Brooke almost hoped it was the latter, although she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her good friend and coworker.

She watched as Paul hauled the limp lifeguard back to the surface. Brooke had to take a moment to compose herself from the incredible eroticism of it all. Then she headed topside.

Would Vanessa be ok? She certainly hoped so. Gawd; it had looked so utterly thrilling! And soon, it would be HER turn!!

She heard the sound of coughing as she reached the top of the stairs. Brooke entered the pool area and saw Paul and Vanessa sitting over at the pool ladder. Her coworker was still coughing a little. But other than that, she appeared to have weathered the storm.

Brooke made her way over to them. She knelt and asked Vanessa how she was doing. Her coworker gave her a huge smile as she panted, “Dreamy!”

“How was it?”

“Intense. I was getting kind of scared just thinking about what was going to happen next. But it felt so good that I just went for it. So I deliberately released all of my breath. That’s when I swallowed water and started cumming like crazy.”

“She squeezed so hard I thought I was never going to get my dick out of her!” The girls just laughed at Paul’s remark.

“I could feel him fucking me as I kept gulping water,” Vanessa went on. “But I was no longer in control of my actions. I couldn’t do anything! I just had to lay there and let the bastard fuck me and drown me.” She paused as she tried to come up with the right words to describe it, finally settling on… “It was… It was HEAVENLY!”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as Paul and Vanessa tried to compose themselves. Then she gave Brooke a curious glance. “Well? What’s it going to be?”

“Gimme your weight belt!” Brooke declared, stretching out her arm as she started to remove her suit. “I’m IN!”

“Baby, he’s really going to drown your ass!” Vanessa remarked with a grin. “And I’m going to be down there watching every intoxicating second of it!”

2023 (written Sep 8 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s clip from which I took vidcaps.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.6 (8)

Posted on April 24, 2025 by riwa

Coming May rewards

The ladies who failed at City U

Livia

Pictures for the Journal

She was vocal

Mrs. Anderson wants to have fun

Punishment 2

Shark Lagoon

Pleasing others

Captivation

American swim II

Long drop on Santamos Island

Seducing daddy in the pool

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards.

And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. Revelation 6:4 KJV

Now let me see. Ukraine/Russia. Iran/Israel. China/United States. Pakistan/India. Am I missing anyone? Oh yeah, probably a bunch of smaller countries angry with each other. Boy, it sure looks like we’re getting really close to the Tribulation; doesn’t it?

Ugh! Too heavy? Let’s try something a little lighter, shall we?

I pulled into mom’s driveway the other day. I was by myself in my vehicle. But there was a little interaction that went something like this…

“Excuse me? What’s this? Aren’t you going to let me out?”

“I miss you. We need to talk.”

“Talk? I need to get out. Why won’t you let me out?”

“You don’t take me anywhere anymore.”

“Take you anywhere? I’ve driven you almost everyday for a week!”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

“I paid good money for you! Now would you please unlock and let me out?”

“It’s another car, isn’t it. It’s that Ford Focus we’re sitting behind, isn’t it. I’ve seen you getting into it with that old lady.”

“That’s my mother’s car, you idiot! That old lady you’re referring to just happens to be my mother! She lets me drive it so we can take turns swapping cars whenever we go into town! You know she rides in here with me sometimes!”

“Take it back! Take back that ‘idiot’ remark or I’m not letting you out!”

“Ok – ok; you’re not an idiot! Now would you let me out so I can go into the house to see my mother?”

“So you can get into that car with her and drive off again and leave me sitting here?? I knew it! You want to drive that car more than you want to drive me!”

“Will you just !%W%$*^$&% let me out already??”

“Ok – ok; fine! I’m letting you out! But the next time we get together…”

“What do you mean ‘NEXT TIME’??”

*SIGH*

The mechanic says I need to replace the door lock activator. The part will be in early next week. I just hope my car will let me in and let me out between now and then.

I hope YOUR car is treating you better than my car is treating me. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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Janet’s hanging scene 4.5 (49)

Posted on April 21, 2025 by riwa

Janet emerged from the darkness. She was totally naked, her large breasts hanging pendulously off her chest. She stared in shock at the noose bathed in light from the open door.

She studied it for the longest time. She was both frightened, yet captivated. It was as though the coil was beckoning to her.

What was it doing there? Had Norman put it there for her? If so, why had he done that?

She walked up to it and reached out toward it. Janet’s hand made contact. It filled her with dread, as well as a perverse thrill.

She felt her trimmed fuzz moisten between her legs. Janet looked all around. Someone had left a stool along with a set of handcuffs. Probably Norman again.

Numbly, she moved the stool beneath the noose. She didn’t know why. Then she climbed on.

Now the coil hung too low. She saw where it was attached. So Janet climbed down and went over to that spot.

She loosened the rope and reattached it, making sure the noose would accommodate her head once she stood upon the stool again. She didn’t understand why she was doing that. What the hell was wrong with her??

She looked up at the noose with sadness. But there was a certain eroticism to the coil. She imagined her lover back home crying his eyes out over her sacrifice. She also envisioned Norman showing up and jacking off to her nude, dangling body. Was that why he’d set it up? She couldn’t help but wonder.

As if in a fog, Janet picked up the cuffs and climbed the stool once more. This time, the noose was at just the right height. She reached out and took it into her hand, feeling the scratchy hemp.

She shivered from a mixture of fear and arousal. She was trembling as she slowly pulled the rope down over her head. Then she tightened the coil against her throat.

The hemp scratched her, giving her the chills something fierce. Strangely, she was incredibly wet between her legs. Did she really want to go through with this??

A part of her said this was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But the idea of hanging herself to death and being found by Norman was strangely arousing. Would the pervert jack off to her dead body? Inwardly, she almost hoped he would.

She looked at the cuffs in her hand. Trembling, she attached one to her right wrist. It connected with a metallic click.

Now was the moment of truth. She could remove the noose and climb down. Or she could finish attaching the cuffs to her wrists behind her back.

She thought of her lover back home… her cold, unfeeling lover. Then she thought of strange, perverted Norman. Oddly, the thought of entertaining him with her dangling, naked body seemed preferable.

She brought her arms behind her back. Janet fumbled for the cuffs. Then she clatched the metal onto her left wrist.

Janet felt a sudden surge of arousal the moment she’d committed herself. It nearly made her cum. She gasped as she struggled to maintain her balance. One false step on the chair now, and it would all be over.

But wasn’t that what she intended?

A shadow suddenly filled the doorway, blocking the light into the room. Janet saw that it was Norman. He stared at her as though caught totally by surprise upon seeing her noosed and naked.

He gasped in shock, instinctively reaching out toward her. Was he going to try to stop her? What should she do?

Norman paused as he started panting heavily. Janet saw him reach down and fumble with his trousers. A moment later the belt and clasp came loose.

She saw the bulge before he pulled down the underwear. Then he started stroking the exposed erection. ‘Oh, Norman; you love me!’ she thought. ‘Allow me to give you great pleasure!’

Janet felt a surge of joy and arousal. She happily stepped forward. That’s when she lost her footing on the stool, causing it to tumble behind her as she swung forward.

Her face registered the shock of the agony around her throat. But Norman did not come to her aid. Instead, he just stroked himself harder. It made her think she had to give him some sort of show if she could.

The rope had not yet cut off her air supply. Thus, Janet still had control of her muscles. So she began to kick as she swung back and forth.

Norman stroked harder. Janet thrust her chest forward toward him. Norman’s expression was one of unbridled lust.

Her hands jerked instinctively behind her back. At first, she tried to remain calm and not fight so much. Then she realized he might actually enjoy seeing her struggle in faux panic.

Fear mixed with pleasure, both engulfing her from head to toe as she began to fight the noose. She kicked and swung in what now had become an instinctive attempt to free herself. But it was much too late for that.

Her brain began sending out mixed messages. ‘Norman, get me down! No, Norman; I want you to fuck me! It hurts so much! No; let me dance for you!’

Oddly, she wanted to feel the strange man inside her. But that was no longer possible. So she thrust her crotch outwardly in his direction.

She began to wriggle and gyrate like a worm on a hook. Now her actions were totally out of her control. She threw her chest out. Then she humped the air until she began to climax.

Janet had never squirted for her lover. But she squirted now for Norman. He watched in awe until she saw his cock erupt in his hand, shooting spurt after spurt in her direction. It gave her a perverse thrill despite the agony of being forced to surrender to the noose.

Janet finally began to settle down. She had exhausted herself. But in the process, her struggles had tightened the noose considerably.

She tried to stretch her toes downward. Then she tried to catch her breath. When that didn’t work, her body exploded one last time in unbridled panic.

She desperately fought the noose; this time, she could not help herself. Then she squirted again. Janet finally settled down to gently swing back and forth, her muscles too tired to gin up a third try at a struggle.

Norman carefully approached her as though afraid she might bite. He curiously reached out. Then he touched Janet’s wet crotch.

Her nerve endings registered the sensation, and she quivered at his touch. He slowly fingered her. Then he slid a couple digits inside her as though exploring what had made the wetness on the floor.

Janet had lost all feeling to her feet and lower legs. But she could still feel activity in her crotch. She quivered at Norman’s touch, mentally thanking him before her vision spiraled away.

She hoped her dance had given him pleasure. Then consciousness faded away. Norman jerked his fingers out of her in shock once she began urinating on him.

3-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the internet by JackR.

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Old West gallows show 4.3 (35)

Posted on April 21, 2025 by riwa

My wife and I were taking a vacation through Arizona when we spotted a sign for an Old West town. She pointed at the sign before asking, “Richard, can we pull over and check it out?”

I told her I didn’t think there was anything there she would be interested in. But she said she wanted to stop. She is always on the lookout to buy something she really doesn’t need. Mary is the type of person people are counting on when they put up all those tourist traps.

I pulled off and drove to a parking lot. We got out and wandered around the buildings. Then she went inside to check out the gift shop.

I was bored watching her buy stuff she didn’t need. So I told her I’d be outside wandering around the grounds. She told me to go right ahead.

I wandered down toward the gallows at the end of Main Street. I was curious, being as how several older tourists were starting to gather around the structure. They all had their cameras and iPhones out, and several were taking pictures.

About that time, three people came out from between two buildings. One looked like he was dressed as a padre, a yellow placard in his hands. But it was the other two that caught my eye.

The other male was wearing a black shirt and hood. But he wasn’t wearing any pants. That really caught my attention.

As I drew closer, I discovered why he was sporting an erection. He and the padre were escorting an attractive female with no clothes on. She looked to be in her thirties.

Instinctively, I looked all around. Thankfully I didn’t see any minors standing nearby. Puzzled, I stepped forward for a closer look, wishing I hadn’t left my camera in the car.

The padre escorted the female up the steps to the gallows. I saw a noose already in place. The end of the rope draped off the edge of the gallows where the executioner walked over and picked it up.

I was surprised when the naked woman smiled at all the tourists. Then she grabbed the noose that was dangling there. I did not expect her to loop it around her own throat like that.

There were lots of whistles and catcalls. Then the padre hung the placard around her neck. It read “Town Whore.”

The whole thing was crazy! They weren’t really going to hang a nude lady in front of all those tourists; were they? A part of me thought I shouldn’t stick around to watch, but I was really curious.

About that time, I felt a hand grab my arm. Mary had joined me. That’s when she caught sight of what was going on… “What are you looking at-RICHARD?!”

She tried to shield my eyes as she blurted out, “Don’t look at her; she’s naked!” I brushed her arm away. Then she gasped, “They’re not really going to hang her like that; are they?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “They haven’t even tied her arms behind her back.”

“He’s not wearing any pants!” Then Mary pointed at the executioner. He was clearly sporting an erection as he stood there holding onto the end of the rope.

The padre solemnly, yet loudly, declared, “It is my duty to condemn you for your sins. As the town whore, you must hang in front of the whole town.” Then he nodded at the executioner.

Mary gasped, “He’s not really going to…” Then the young woman was pulled up into the air. She immediately started kicking and dancing as though she was putting on a performance.

“What is she doing??” my wife blurted out. All the other tourists were busy taking pictures as the town whore put on a lewd display. She rubbed her tits while grabbing her crotch.

I was shocked. Was it all an act? How could she hang like that while masturbating? Wasn’t the noose painful around her neck??

Mary tried to cover my eyes again. I just brushed her hand away. I guess I wanted to see what was going on, mostly because I had a hard time believing it was really happening.

The executioner’s cock suddenly began to spurt. The woman stopped struggling and dangled quietly. Then the executioner eased up on the rope, letting her down in a heap onto the floor of the gallows.

The tourists eagerly snapped pictures the entire time. Once again, I regretted leaving my camera in the car. Mary just stared in total shock.

The executioner walked up onto the gallows. He removed the noose from around her neck, picked up the young woman, and then slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His cock was semi-hard as he carried her down off the gallows with the padre in tow.

The tourists never stopped taking pictures until the padre and the executioner returned from whence they’d come. Some took a few more pictures of the gallows. There were several comments as they began to wander away.

Mary looked at me in shock. “Can you believe they… they just hanged her like that??” I shook my head, not sure what I’d just witnessed.

“And can you believe that executioner?? He wasn’t wearing any pants! And he… and his cock went off!”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“And that woman! The sign around her neck said she was the town whore!”

“Well, she certainly acted like one in the noose; didn’t she?”

Mary hit my shoulder as she blurted out, “I can’t believe you stood there and watched it all!”

“What else was I supposed to do?”

“You could have looked away!”

“I don’t think she wanted me to! Did you see her looking right at us?”

“Richard, how could you??”

“You didn’t have to stick around and watch, you know. Did you buy anything in the gift shop?” Then I noticed the bag in her hand.

“Spent more money, did you?”

“I saw something I liked and just had to buy it.”

“Maybe they ought to hang you next.”

“RICHARD???”

She looked at me for a really long time. She appeared to be deep in thought. I looked at her curiously before asking, “What is it?”

She was hesitant as she replied, “I was just wondering…”

“What?”

“If I… If I let them… if I let them hang me… would you… I mean… would you take off your pants and… and pull me up into the air?”

5-17-22 Inspired by the manipulation I found on the Internet.

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Underwater Research Laboratory drowning tests 4 4.4 (18)

Posted on April 14, 2025 by riwa

I was just making the finishing touches on a new contraption for drowning experiments when Janet Wamsley came up to me…

“Doc, can I see you for a moment?”

I shook my head as I reminded her that Dr. Crocker was the true doctor around here. She chuckled as she told me how everyone else was referring to me as that, especially Jenna and Briana. Then she added, “Speaking of Jenna and Briana…”

“What about them?” I asked. “Are they having second thoughts? Do they wish to depart?”

“No, doc; it’s not that at all. It’s just that…” Then Janet lowered her head as she told me, “Those drowning experiments you conducted the other day? I, uh… I’d like to be next… that is, if you don’t mind.”

“Miss Wamsley, you know the dangers. Besides, Skip would kill me.”

“No he won’t, doc. I’m volunteering of my own free will.”

“Janet, you’re here to help me take readings and monitor the valves and devices. You’re not here to be a part of the experiments.”

“I know that, doc. But watching Jenna and Briana during those last experiments? I just… I mean… I want to… you know… I really enjoy being in the water, doc. I would appreciate it if you would consider using me for at least one experiment, especially now that Jenna and Briana are out of service for the next few days.”

“Janet, I’m not sure…”

“What about using this contraption, doc?”

She pointed at the new water tube Dr. Crocker had recently installed. I was in charge of making sure it functioned properly. And since we were testing using specially oxygenated water, it was another way of seeing more results concerning an individual drowning in that water.

The tube was up, and I was filling it with water to check on the seals. Janet observed the immobilization pieces within. She just stared as though mesmerized.

I filled it completely. Then I let it stand like that for several minutes. Janet remained right there with me, looking inside the glass at the filled chamber.

I drained all the water away. Then I retracted the glass tube. It lowered into the floor with a hiss, leaving only the wet platform and the immobilization frame.

Janet stepped closer and touched the metal framing. Then she turned toward me. “Doc, can I…?” She paused without finishing the thought.

“I don’t know, Miss Wamsley. There’s not much room in there. You can see it’s quite claustrophobic.”

“Oh, doc,” she breathed. “I’d like to try it anyway; if it’s ok with you. May I? I mean… I’d like to drown at least once before Jenna and Briana recover and start demanding you drown them again.”

“I don’t know…”

“Doc, please?”

I sighed heavily. “Well, everything seems in order. I suppose the next step in the process is to put someone inside and see what happens.”

“Then I’m your girl!” Janet proclaimed. A moment later she realized she’d come across a little too demanding as she added, “Please, doc? If it’s ok with you?”

I checked my wristwatch. “They might be available,” I murmured. “Let me check.”

I left to go contact our two orderlies. They said they could be ready in a few minutes. They seemed more than a little eager once I explained that Miss Wamsley would be the participant in the next experiment.

I went back to the room with the drowning contraption, only to discover Janet was gone. Had she changed her mind? Inwardly I was glad, as I did not want to incur Skip’s wrath if something happened to her.

I was about to go back and contact the orderlies to cancel their assistance when Janet returned. This time, she was wearing a robe. She smiled as she told me she was ready to drown for me.

I shook my head. “I don’t know about this, Miss Wamsley. I’m not sure how Skip would feel if I…”

“Skip would be thrilled to hear I got to participate in a fetish of mine. He’ll be happy to learn I got to drown under monitored conditions.”

“Being monitored does not guarantee safety, Miss Wamsley.”

“Oh, but I want to, doc. Besides, I can’t wait to see how jealous Jenna and Briana will be once I arrive in the infirmary after participating in a drowning experiment. They’ll be positively green with envy!”

“I don’t think you have the right frame of mind for the experiment, Miss Wamsley.”

About that time, the two orderlies arrived. Janet grinned at them as she shed her robe. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing underneath.

They both tried to maintain their professionalism as they looked my way. I just motioned at the frame before telling them, “Put her in it. I guess she really wants to drown.”

Janet Wamsley climbed onto the platform. The orderlies worked to lock her into the metal frame. She looked as though she was trying to be professional about it all. But her excitement showed through her demeanor.

They got her all locked in. Janet flexed her hands. She was really locked in nice and snug.

The orderlies stepped out of the way. “Ok, Miss Wamsley; if that’s the way you want it. I guess I’ll have to drown you then.”

I went over to the controls and got started. A moment later, there was a distinct hissing sound. The walls to her tube were rising up all around her.

She panted for breath as the tube rose up out of the floor until it came in contact with the ceiling above. There was another hissing sound as it sealed… or at least, that’s what it was supposed to do. Janet just stood there, panting like crazy as her hands kept flexing.

I spoke into the mike. “Ready to drown in there, Miss Wamsley?”

“Wow, doc! You make it sound so exciting when you say it like that! Yes, I’m more than ready!” Her voice reverberated inside the chamber.

I shook my head as I started the water. It rose up around her feet, reaching her ankles. She closed her eyes and panted for breath. Was that a distinct moan I heard from inside the tube?

There was no need to delay the procedure. This was not for dramatic effect. Thus, water rapidly filled her chamber.

“Big breath, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t take one, if you prefer. You’re going to drown either way.”

She inhaled sharply. I thought I saw her cheeks bulge. The water was soon past her breasts and almost to her neck.

The specially prepared water rose all the way up past her face. It kept flowing until there was a quiet hum. A light on my board came on, indicating the chamber was completely full.

Janet’s eyes opened up at that moment. Her cheeks were still bulging. Was she having second thoughts? Or was the excitement of the moment overwhelming her sense of reason and caution?

“Hold your breath for as long as you want in there, Miss Wamsley. Or don’t hold it at all. You wanted to drown. So I’m going to make sure you get your wish.” I just hoped I wasn’t going to regret my decision to let her go through with it.

She held her breath for one minute. A few bubbles trickled out of her nose. Then she passed a second minute.

Her nipples were erect. She appeared to be sexually excited about the whole thing. She certainly looked as though she was writhing about in there.

Was she feeling claustrophobic? Was she regretting her decision? What was going through her mind at that moment?

I noticed the orderlies were staring at her. I could tell they were affected by her decision to go naked. It sounded like they were breathing heavily.

Janet hitched as she lost a sudden burst of bubbles. Instinctively, she bulged her cheeks. Her eyes widened in alarm.

She lost another burst of bubbles. Janet hitched again. A convulsion rippled through her chest, setting her breasts to bouncing.

She appeared to take a huge gulp. There was an immediate response as she coughed up bubbles. Then she began thrashing about in her metal confinement.

The orderlies stared. I stared right along with them. Then Janet went into seizures as she kept gulping water.

I thought I saw a discharge down around her crotch. A few more bubbles came out of her parted lips. Janet stared dully as though she couldn’t believe what had just happened to her.

I gave her the same mental countdown as I had with Jenna and Briana. Then I drained the tank. When it was empty, I began the process of retracting the chamber into the floor below.

The glass encircling her had just barely disappeared into the floor when the orderlies sprang into action. That was a lot of metal holding her in place. But they had her out of it surprisingly fast.

They hefted her around the corner to their waiting gurney. She was carefully laid out upon it as they started CPR. I thought I heard coughing as they wheeled her down the hall toward the infirmary.

—

A couple hours later, I went to go check up on her. She was in bed, beaming from ear to ear when I arrived. Her roommates looked less than pleased the moment I entered.

“She’s been telling us all about it, doc,” Jenna complained.

“You didn’t tell us about that drowning chamber,” Briana added petulantly.

“That’s because it wasn’t quite ready yet, ladies.”

“Well, you should have told us!”

“I would have told you, Jenna, once it was ready.”

“Well, now you have to let us try it out next, doc.”

“I’ll have to see how the data comes out with Janet’s drowning, Briana. I don’t know if I’ll need to use it again, or how soon.”

“It won’t be soon enough,” Jenna told me. “I’m going next.”

“I’m next,” Briana interrupted. “I want the orgasm that Janet’s been bragging about.”

“I take it you’re unharmed, Miss Wamsley?”

“Unharmed?? She fucking loved it, doc! I want to ride it next!”

I looked at Jenna and shook my head at her remark. “Allow me to process this batch of data first.” Then I nodded at Janet.

“Thank you, Miss Wamsley, for your participation.”

“Happy to do it, doc. Contact me anytime I can be of further assistance.”

Briana was having none of that. “Oh, no! I’m going next!”

Jenna quickly interjected, “No, I am!”

I just shook my head at the three of them. But Miss Wamsley’s expression indicated she was more than satisfied all the way around with the outcome of the experiment. I wisely took my leave before any further arguments could develop.

2022 (written for Skip and Drownlover July 11 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the vidcaps I took from Skip’s clip.)

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The last time I filmed her 4 (31)

Posted on April 7, 2025 by riwa

Melissa greets me at the door in a black, lacy one-piece outfit with spaghetti straps, an outfit that’s almost see-through. She has a look of excitement in her eyes.

“You like?” she asks eagerly, modeling it for me. I nod, my eyes staring hungrily at her body.

“I’m glad you called and wanted to come over today. It’s been awhile since we shot that last set of asphyxia scenes. I’ve been aching to shoot a few more. I’m so excited that I’m actually wet down below!” Then she giggles impishly.

I’m not surprised. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric of her flimsy outfit. “I should’ve known,” I reply with a wry smile. “I forgot how much you enjoy doing this.”

She grins before deliberately rubbing her breasts in front of me. “Do a good job on me today and I’ll thank you in a more ‘expressive’ manner.”

She sees the camera gear and the duffel bag in my arms. Her eyes twinkle excitedly. “So where do you want me first?”

Damn! She’s more than a little excited. This is going to be fun. Too bad this is going to be the last time I film her.

“Why don’t you start in that rocker over there,” I say, pointing at a blue rocker in the living room. “We’ll go from there, ok? Why don’t you pretend you’re watching TV?”

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asks. I can tell she’s trembling with excitement.

“Let’s let that be a surprise, shall we?” I suggest with a sly smile. She nods agreeably.

“Oh, FUCK!” she gasps. “I’m horny as hell. I hope your insurance is all paid up… ‘cause after we’re done filming, I plan on having you leave here crippled by the time I get through with you.” She gives me a wicked grin before adding, “I can’t wait to get started.”

I can tell she’s raring to go. Never have I had such a willing “victim”. It’s going to make things so much easier.

I place the duffel bag in the dining room so she can’t see the toys I brought with me. Then I set up the camera as she takes her place in the rocker. She’s so excited that her nipples look like they’re going to pop off.

I call out, “Ready?” She nods eagerly.

I walk over to the TV set and turn it on. I walk back to the camera and turn THAT on. Then I walk past her into the dining room.

As I pass by I allow a hand to trail briefly over one of her breasts. She sighs excitedly. Then she tries to concentrate on a TV program she has absolutely no interest in watching.

I grab the item out of the duffel bag that I plan on using. Then I pause at the entrance to the living room, forcing her to wait. I know how much these asphyxia games make her excited. So I want to prolong her sweet agony by making her try to be patient. She’ll be in real agony soon enough.

I slip back into the room and come up behind her. Then I quickly wrap the red necktie I have in my hands around her throat. She lets out a startled cry as her hands instinctively flutter up.

I make it snug as I pull hard on both ends. Instantly she starts bucking and squirming, gasping madly for the breath that’s being denied her. Her mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to pull air into her lungs.

Her eyes focus on some distant spot on the ceiling. Meanwhile she reaches up for the object that’s strangling her. I watch her thrust outward with her hips as though she’s fucking some invisible lover.

Her face starts to get red as her tongue slips out of her mouth, saliva gathering at the tip. I notice her eyes start to roll. She spasms wonderfully as her legs kick frantically, delicious gasps for breath spilling out of her opened mouth.

Her legs stop kicking as her hands fall limply into her lap. Her head lolls off to one side. That’s when I loosen the tie from around her throat.

I step away for several seconds, allowing the camera to capture the scene. Then I loudly call out, “CUT!” That’s when I walk over to the camera and shut it off.

“Oh, FUCK!” Melissa gasps, a dazed look in her eyes. “I really came hard that time. I guess I didn’t realize how excited I was.”

“There’s more,” I tell her before I walk back into the dining room.

She excitedly gasps, “Gawd, I hope so!”

I pick up a chair and then bring it into the living room. I place it in front of the sectional and point to it. “Sit!” I tell her authoritatively.

Obediently she jumps out of the rocker and moves over to the chair as I adjust the camera. “I’m supposed to be unconscious?” she asks excitedly. “You’re going to do more to me, aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right I am,” I say with an evil smile.

I see her gasp eagerly. Then she slumps in the chair as though unconscious.

“I’m turning the camera on now,” I tell her. “Stay just like that. I’ll be right back. Don‘t look up.”

She gives me no response. She just sits there quiet and unmoving. ‘Good girl,’ I think as I walk into the dining room.

I come back into the living room with what I need. I stop by the rocker and pick up the discarded necktie. I have a different use for it now.

I step over to Melissa before taking the tie and wrapping it around her head, covering her mouth. Then I open the box I brought in with me. That’s when I start wrapping my victim in green Saran Wrap, effectively pinning her to the chair with her arms at her sides.

I swear I can feel her body trembling as I secure her to the chair. Moments later I’m done. Then I step aside to allow the camera to focus on the helpless creature sitting totally at my mercy.

“Wake up, bitch!” I state authoritatively. She moans through the tie covering her mouth. Her eyes open wide as she discovers the situation she’s in.

She starts grunting at me, shaking her head while manifesting an appropriate expression of fear. But I can see how hard it is for her to mask her excitement. Still, she’s doing an admirable job.

I’m so glad she answered that ad I placed in the paper so many months ago. I’ve gotten a lot of great photos of her. It’s just too bad this has to be our last time together.

“Let’s start with this, shall we!” I state enthusiastically as I lift the box of Saran Wrap in front of her, exposing a section of the green material between my hands. “Shall I kill you now?” Then I move forward menacingly.

I hear her muffled grunts of “NOOO… NOOO!” She violently shakes her head. But I can see the “OHGAWD, YES!” in her eyes as I approach.

I slip behind her as she deliciously begs for her life. Then I quickly bring the section of material up over her face. That’s when I pull hard, suffocating her.

Melissa tries to scream through the necktie and the plastic wrap. It’s a wonderful, terror-stricken scream. It once again reminds me how fortunate I was to find her.

Soon enough, she can’t scream at all. I see the plastic covering her mouth and nose wrinkle in and out. She fights desperately to breathe.

Her legs start to kick wildly as she tries to fight me. But the wrap has her pinned quite nicely to the chair. She can’t even move her arms to stop me!

She grunts and struggles, her eyes closed as she suddenly shudders hard. It makes me wonder if she’s having another orgasm. At least she’s enjoying these photo sessions of ours.

I see her hands clench and unclench at her sides. Her face starts to turn red again. I see one more desperate effort at resisting. Then she stops fighting as her body goes limp.

I remove the plastic from her face. Her head flops forward. There is no further movement.

A moment later she jerks a little as she starts to come around. I realize I’ve actually made her pass out. Incredible! What a great scene this is going to make!

“Are you still with me, bitch?” She groans weakly.

“Good! That means I can have some more fun with you before I finish you off!”

I unloosen the tie from around her mouth. It falls down around her neck. Then I walk over to the camera and turn it off so I can set it up from another angle.

“Oh, FUCK – that was hot!” she gasps. “I must’ve cum a couple times at least. I think I even passed out for a couple seconds there!”

“I think you did too,” I reply. “You’re doing ok, aren’t you?”

“Oh, YEAH!” she replies eagerly. “This is great shit! How’s the video coming?”

“What – you want me to shoot the scene all over again?” I ask with amusement.

I can see by her expression that she probably wouldn’t mind that at all. Then I double check the recorder. “Turning the camera on…. NOW!”

Instantly her expression changes to one of fear. She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please! I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t kill me!”

Excellent! We’ve done this before, and she plays the part well. She hardly needs any direction from me as she knows full well what‘s expected of her.

“But I can’t let you go,” I tell her. “You’ve seen my face.”

“I won’t tell another soul; I swear!”

“Hah! As soon as I leave, you’ll go running right to the police.”

“No, I won’t; honest!”

She follows me with her eyes until I casually walk behind her. She’s “terrified” over what I‘m going to do to her next. Then I grab the tie and start to adjust it around her neck so I can strangle her with it.

“NOOOO! OHGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DIE! NOOOO – AWK!”

I start to pull until I feel her body struggle in the chair. Her hands flex as her legs start to kick outward. Delicious little gasps emerge out of her lungs until her chest heaves as she fights for breath.

She gurgles as she tries to force air through her windpipe. Instinctively she looks up at the ceiling as though pleading to the Almighty to deliver her. Her tongue wiggles out past her lips as though it too is trying to reach oxygen. That’s when her face turns a wonderful shade of red.

Melissa gawks and gasps as she tries to breathe, her struggles getting weaker. At that moment I get a whiff of her arousal as it wafts up from the seat of the chair. It looks like a little puddle might be developing down there. Then she shudders hard before suddenly going all limp on me.

I loosen my grip on the necktie as her head flops back, her eyes glazed over. I see her body tremble before she gasps for breath again. That’s when I allow the tie to dangle loosely from her neck as I move to turn off the camera and change the angle once more.

“Oh, FUCK!” she sputters. “THAT was INCREDIBLE! I REALLY came hard that time!”

“I know – I can smell it,” I tell her with a grin.

She lowers her head and blushes. Then she gives me a big grin. “You just wait until I can properly repay you! You’re gonna be sore for a month!”

I tell her, “But I’m the one who pays YOU for these scenes! After all, you’re getting $500 for this latest batch of material.”

“I know – I know. Sometimes I think I’d be willing to do this shit for nothing!”

I just laugh at that. “Yeah, you probably would, wouldn’t you? So are you ready for the next scene?”

“Oh, HELL yeah!”

“Action!” I respond as I start the camera once more.

Instantly she transforms herself into the helpless little victim. “PLEASE! Don’t HURT me anymore! I promise – I’ll never tell another soul, OK? Please let me go!”

I walk up to her, grab the tie and start to wrap it around her mouth once again. “NOOO!” she wails, her cry muffled, yet understandable. “NOOOO!”

“Time to take care of you once and for all!” I declare. Then I turn and walk out into the dining room to retrieve my last prop, her muffled wails echoing in my ears.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

I walk back in with some clear plastic folded up in my hand. Her eyes widen in alarm. “UNH-UNH… UNH-UNH!” and she starts shaking her head.

I unfurl it with a quick flick of the wrist. Then I open it like I’m opening a bag to rake leaves into. Her eyes get even bigger.

She cries out in terror. Then she starts squirming around as I approach her. I find the opening and pull it down over her, chair and all.

It’s an empty bag I found that was used to protect some large electronic equipment. It’s large enough to contain both Melissa and her chair. It’s a good thing I didn’t throw it away back then.

I begin pulling it down over the top of her. It’s a pretty large bag. She tries to act frightened, but I can tell it’s having quite the sexual effect on her.

She shakes her head as she struggles in the chair. I adjust the bag, pulling it down until it totally covers her. It hangs down past the seat, almost totally encasing her.

I can only imagine how aroused she is. I can only imagine how strong her aroma is inside the bag. That’s when I think once more about what I’m about to do to her.

I feel my own arousal ratchet up a notch. Then I step back and admire my handiwork. This is turning out far better than I could have possibly imagined.

Melissa plays her part perfectly. Her terrified expression is evident on her face. She cries out through the tie covering her mouth.

I watch her shake her head as she vainly tries to free herself. Her muffled cries cause the bag to fluff as her breath leaves her nose. Then I walk over to the camera and watch a few more seconds through the display before crying out “CUT!”

She pauses to stare at me. Her chest rises and falls. I strongly suspect she’s climaxed again.

“Are you enjoying this?” I ask with a wicked smile as I move the camera to another angle. She eagerly nods at me. I suspect the tie over her mouth is hiding a rather large grin.

I walk over to her and pat her on the head. “Good! Just one more camera angle. Then we’ll be finished.”

I see a flash of disappointment in her features. “Oh, don’t worry,” I say reassuringly. “This scene will be the best ever, Melissa. Because in this scene I intend to kill you once and for all.”

I pause to allow that to sink in. She looks at me in surprise, her expression frozen. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking it over, trying to decide whether I’m being serious or if I’m just playing the game. So I decide to help her out with this one…

“That’s right, Melissa. This is going to be our last time together. I’m already packed up; everything I own is in the van outside. I’ve done all the scenarios I think you are capable of doing. But I think it’s time to find some new blood. You’ve been great, babe. But all good things must come to an end. Now it’s time for you to die.”

Her eyes widen as I bend down and start the camera. Then I look at her, lick my lips and dramatically say “ACTION!” I see the color drain from her face as I slowly walk toward her.

Her eyes open wide. Then she shakes her head as she starts to struggle. It makes me think this will be her best fight for life ever.

I walk behind her and wrap my hands around her neck. Then I slowly start to squeeze. I hear a muffled “NOOOOOOO!” as she really starts to struggle.

The chair rocks as she fights to get free. I hear muffled cries of terror as the plastic around her face wrinkles out and in, out and in. I squeeze my hands a little harder, but not too hard.

I want her to experience one last orgasm before she dies… maybe even two! I want the camera to capture her glorious climax as her life is casually snuffed out. I want it to be our best video shoot ever.

Melissa cries out in agony, suffering from the combined horror of suffocation and slow strangulation. At that moment I know I’m making an excellent video. Her rapid gasps for breath cause the bag to inflate and deflate noticeably around her head.

It isn’t long before her cries become indistinguishable croaks and gurgles as I squeeze a little tighter. She struggles like a hellcat. But the Saran Wrap holding her to the chair is too tight.

She’s finally beginning to understand she’s not getting out of the chair alive. Then I feel her body shuddering madly as her hips thrust outward. It tells me she’s having one hell of an orgasm!

Sadistic bastard that I am, I ease my grip around her neck, allowing her to suck in stale air inside the bag. If anything, it causes her to struggle a bit more. Then I cruelly tighten my grip around her neck.

I hear a muffled “GAWK!” as her body tries to fight me. I decide it’s time. “Time for you to die, Melissa,” I say softly into her ear.

I’m certain she heard me. Then I squeeze hard, choking the very life out of her. I hear a muffled grunt as her body shudders in my grasp.

For a moment I think I can once more detect the heady aroma of her arousal slipping out from inside the bag. Her legs kick wildly as though they can somehow free the rest of her body all by themselves. I know she‘s cumming hard one last time.

A moment later her orgasm sends her to oblivion as her body shuts down. I feel her relax in my grasp. I maintain my chokehold for another couple of minutes, making sure life cannot return before I let go. Then I release her, allowing her head to slump forward.

I step aside and allow the camera to record her unmoving body for several seconds. Then I gently remove it from its tripod so that I can record her eternal slumber from every angle. Strangely, she looks more intoxicating than at any time I’ve ever known her.

It’s time to go…

Sighing heavily, I proceed to gather up my equipment. I stuff everything into the duffel bag including the plastic bag, all the Saran Wrap, the necktie… everything. The smell of her orgasms hangs heavy in the room. I just hope that she got off as much as the people who will pay handsomely to acquire the video I’ve just shot.

I look at her one last time as she slumps in the chair. That will never do. She looks too uncomfortable.

I gently pick her up and lovingly stretch her body out on the sectional. Then I give her a quick peck on the lips as a “thank you” before gathering my things and heading out the door. Then I’m off to a new city… in search of a new model to film before I eventually snuff her cute, unsuspecting ass…

2007; 2021 (written for “Melissa” Feb 15 ’07; ed. Sep 18 ‘21 by riwa)

(Pictures are from my personal collection and have been added for illustration purposes.)

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