AF’s Jodi’s last swim 4.2 (22)

Did she really think I wouldn’t find out? Was she that stupid? Or did she figure I wouldn’t do anything about it? If that was the case then she didn’t know me very well.

She was out in the pool again like she often was… holding her breath as she swam along the bottom. I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking down there. Did she think she was pulling a fast one on me? Was she laughing inwardly because she thought I was clueless?

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on her mind as she swam back and forth. But I knew what I was thinking. I was furious! How the hell she could cheat on me so heartlessly??

As she swam back into the shallow end I decided that I’d had enough. This time I was going to end her cheating ways once and for all. And with the dive mask and weight belt I had with me I figured she wasn’t going to stand a chance.

I watched her as she headed back into the deep end. Then I quietly got into the shallow end. I was determined this was going to be Jodi’s last swim.

She reached the far end and clung to the edge of the pool, totally unaware I was swimming underwater coming to get her and send her to hell. The stupid bitch wasn’t even looking in my direction. She had no way of knowing today was going to be the last time she enjoyed using the pool.

When I got there the crazy bitch wasn’t suspecting a thing. I just grabbed her and pulled her under. I caught her totally by surprise.

I pulled her down with me as the belt took us down. She didn’t struggle in my grasp very much once she saw it was me. Maybe the stupid bitch thought I was just playing around.

She wriggled and squirmed in my grasp. But it wasn’t like she was panicked or anything. I’m sure she thought it was just a game. She was about to find out differently.

Her tits bounced nicely as I held onto her. She grunted and bubbled a little, flailing with her arms. But she was still not trying to escape my grasp. I’m sure she thought I had no clue about her extracurricular activities.

She kicked and wriggled as I kept her in the deep end. I didn’t want us in shallow water where she might be able to stick her head up and catch a quick breath. This wasn’t some game I was playing. I wanted to drown the cheating bitch!

She began to put up more of a struggle as I kept us both submerged. I heard “UMM’s” and grunts as she lost little bursts of air. She was finally starting to run out of breath.

Once I turned her over she started struggling against me. She pushed up against me, grunting and bubbling in growing alarm. I heard something bubbly come out of her mouth, something like “QUIT IT; LET ME GO!”

She really began to panic when I climbed on top of her! I heard her bubble, “LET ME UP; I CAN’T BREATHE!” I saw her lose another burst of air. But I was getting all turned on holding her down. My cock was hard; I was enjoying myself too much to stop.

She fought me as I tried to pin her up against the wall of the pool. I think she was finally starting to get the idea. But the harder she fought, the more turned on I became.

I rode her as she struggled between my legs… and fuck, what a ride! She kept twisting and turning as her boobs bounced and wobbled. It didn’t do my stiffy any good as it stayed nice and hard the entire time.

I lost the bitch from between my legs. I must have gotten careless because she broke away. She swam straight for the side of the pool, grunting and losing air.

I thought I’d lost her for good when she got to the side of the pool. She managed to reach the surface and gasp for breath. Then she started climbing out.

I grabbed her by her knees and pulled her back in with me. Then I pulled her down to the bottom, hanging onto her knees so she couldn’t kick herself away from me. She clawed for the surface like crazy. But for the moment I had her good and tight.

I watched as she flailed for the surface in growing panic. I had a good grasp on her legs and she was losing air fast. I figured I could outlast her if I held my breath longer than she could, especially in her panicked state.

It must have dawned on her she had to loosen my grip if she was going to get to the surface. She struggled with me, pushing against me and trying to break free. We twisted around down there on the bottom of the pool for a bit. But she couldn’t break out of my grasp.

I twisted her around and got her from behind, wrapping an arm around her neck and waist. That’s when she really struggled against me. She kicked like a hellcat, grunting and “UMMMing” while bubbling “LET ME GO; LET ME GO!!”

She started losing air pretty good at that point. Bubbles came out of her mouth until she looked like she was getting a little disoriented… like she was running out of breath or something. It was only a matter of time before her lungs gave out and she finally inhaled.

For a moment there she wasn’t fighting me very much. I think she was trying to conserve what little air she had left in her lungs. I was certain she wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath much longer.

She managed to slide out of my grasp. But I grabbed her ankles, preventing her from reaching the surface. I was determined this bitch was going to suck water and drown.

I made sure the surface was just out of reach for her. She strained and bubbled as she tried to reach it. But she couldn’t get there for that breath she so desperately needed.

She started coughing up bubbles as she flailed weakly. She no longer had the strength to fight me anymore. I was pretty sure her lungs were starting to flood.

I maintained a good grip on her ankles the whole time. She might have been drowning. But I wasn’t going to risk her getting away from me and reaching the surface where she might get a breath and regain some energy.

Seeing those drowning bubbles really kept my cock hard. The way she went into seizures was absolutely incredible. It was amazing how aroused I was watching her drown in my grasp.

Watching her breath billow away was very satisfying. Seeing those painful spasms as her mouth opened and closed was a real turn-on. The cheating bitch was finally getting her just desserts.

I pulled her between my legs and held her in place as I watched her face. I enjoyed watching her cough and convulse. I certainly enjoyed the agony in her features. My cock was hard like you wouldn’t believe.

Watching her cough out the last of her air was a real turn-on. I couldn’t help wondering if she was thinking about those other cocks she’d sucked and fucked A hell of a lot of good they were doing her now, that’s for damned sure!

‘You want air, bitch??’ I thought as I held her close to the surface. ‘It’s right there, babe; just help yourself. What; you don’t want any?” She convulsed as I held her a few inches away.

‘No? Don’t want any? Fine; you can hang out with me down here.’ Then I pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I even pumped her stomach a couple of times, forcing the last of her air out of her lungs.

‘Bitch!’ I thought angrily. ‘You don’t deserve any fucking air!’ Then I pumped her stomach one last time. There was a satisfying grunt followed by one last explosion of bubbles from her flooded lungs.

Fuck; that did it! I creamed myself as I held her in my arms. She didn’t cough or move or struggle or anything. The bitch had finally gotten what she fucking deserved!

The only thing left to do was to make it look like an accident. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to leave her. For the time being I simply carried her to the shallow end of the pool.

I put the dive mask on her face and the belt around her waist. Then I rushed into the house like a panicked boyfriend. That’s when I called the paramedics.

I told them my girlfriend must have gone for a swim and drowned herself. I found her on the bottom of the pool in a dive mask and weight belt. I explained how I tried, but I couldn’t get her breathing again.

Eventually they came to the house. They verified my story of course.

…and that was the end of that cheating bitch Jodi…

2014; 2020 (written Aug 19 ’14; ed. Mar 26 ‘20 by riwa)

(Screenshots are from Aqua Fantasies Mermaids in Peril Vol. 6 and are used for illustration purposes.)

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Irina’s favorite drowning scenes 3.7 (18)

My name is Irina. I love being underwater. But there’s something about me I find hard to share with others.

You see I have this drowning fetish. I like scenes of woman in drowning peril. It really turns me on, but I’m not sure why.

I’ve always liked the water. I’m a decent swimmer and I can hold my breath. There’s just something about drowning that has this effect on me.

I can’t really tell you the first drowning scene I watched that had such an effect on me. I think it was some zombie that rose up out of the water and pulled this woman in a canoe into the lake. I just remember thinking she was going to drown and how it really gave me the tingles.

Since that day I’ve seen many movies and snippets of videos. I even like to watch the occasional drowning put out by these smaller underwater companies. These days there is a lot of content out there for the drowning enthusiast.

I was thinking about it the other day. There are four scenes from movies that really make me hot. If I replay them over and over I get so turned on that I have to make myself cum. So let me share them with you in no particular order.

The first one is a drowning in the bathtub. I believe it’s called “White of the eye” or something like that. I’ve never watched the entire movie. But I’ve replayed that bathroom scene over and over again.

This woman is in front of a mirror trying to fix her contact lens. This guy comes in and grabs her. He flips her upside down, bonks her head on the ground and knocks her out. It’s a little unrealistic to me how he gets her unconscious like that. But that’s ok because it leads to something really erotic.

He lays out some towels on the floor. Then he rolls her up in them. That’s when he ties her up with twine or wire so tight she can hardly move.

From there he carries her into the bathroom to a tub that has already been filled with water. She’s still unconscious, and she’s wrapped up like a mummy so she can’t do a damned thing. Maybe that’s part of what makes the scene so hot for me.

He slowly lowers her unto the bathtub until she’s completely submerged. There’s a moment or two where she’s just lying there unconscious. In those last few blissful seconds she’s totally unaware of her situation…

She’s about to wake up to the horror she’s now about to face…

Her eyes suddenly open and she realizes she’s lying in the bottom of the tub. She bubbles in horror as she discovers she’s wrapped up tight and can’t lift her head out of the water. At this point she’s truly doomed. It’s where my juices really start flowing.

The bad guy cruelly lifts her head up out of the water. She looks up at him and gasps in terror. She’s too shocked to scream or cry out. It must be the horror of being so helpless lying in the tub all wrapped up like that.

You know how in some of these bathtub scenes the woman goes under and then comes back up? In this scene the killer pushes her back down to the bottom of the tub. Then he sort of “puts his foot down” you might say by putting his foot in her chest.

All she can do is bubble in horror. That’s when my excitement nearly goes off the charts. He’s going to drown her; she knows it; there’s nothing she can do about it.

To me, this next part is the best part. He holds a mirror down so she can look at herself. All she can see is the face of a submerged woman who’s about to drown… and the woman is her!

The bubbles start coming up as he slowly moves the mirror back and forth across her vision. She watches herself until she runs out of air. The moment she finishes drowning is the moment she no longer looks at her own reflection.

All she can do is stare upward with lifeless eyes as a few stray bubbles dribble out of her mouth. By this time I’m so incredibly horny that I’m either touching myself or rushing in to draw myself a bath. The sheer helplessness of being drowned like that is such an incredible turn-on.

That one was in a bathtub. The next one I want to describe for you takes place in a lake at night. It’s a scene from the movie Cabin by the Lake.

Now I love the drowning of Kimberly in the blue dress. It’s just a shame she had some sort of infection and couldn’t film her scenes underwater with he was tending his “garden”. Seeing her as a dummy down there sort of spoiled the moment for me.

Anyway I loved the way he pushed her into the lake before reaching down, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her back up. She was terrified out of her mind. Then he cruelly let go of her, allowing her cement block to take her all the way to the bottom of the lake to drown.

The scene I really loved though was the next girl. Her name was Mallory. Supposedly she was afraid of the water.

He took her out onto the lake with the promise he would let her go. Instead he wanted to take her to the very spot of his underwater garden so she could see it because “she was special”. The way he calmly kissed her forehead before pushing her in makes me dream of some boyfriend doing that to me before pushing me overboard.

Anyway, he pushed her backward into the water. She let out a scream, her worst fears about to come true. She’s afraid of the water, and now he’s going to drown her.

This scene is very similar to the drowning of Kimberly. There is one major difference though. In Kimberly’s scene he pushed the cement block in first. Then he pushed her in afterwards.

Now she should have sank like a stone before he could grab her hair. But I still enjoy the scene. I love the way he pulls her up, looks at her clinically, and then lets her go to drown on her way to the bottom of the lake.

In Mallory’s scene he pushes her in first. Then he drops to the deck of his boat. He slowly pushes the cement block right to the edge as he gives her a knowing look.

The look on her face is priceless. She now knows why he brought her out here, and she knows he’s going to kill her. What’s more, he’s going to kill her using the very thing she’s so frightened of. I love imagining I’m in Mallory’s situation, knowing I’m going to drown.

He pushes the block in with a splash. At the very last second she gives him a look of defiance. Then she’s pulled right under.

I love the sound they make when the cinder block takes them down. There’s a gasp and a cry followed by a gurgle as their head submerges. I’m not sure if I like Kimberly’s gasp better or Mallory’s.

Anyway, it’s the worst trip of Mallory’s life. Down she goes, struggling and bubbling the entire time. It’s too bad the sheriff and his friends are there to save her.

When she reaches the bottom she is formally introduced to “The Garden”. All these drowned bitches are tethered to cement blocks. All but Kimberly are portrayed by real bodies. By this time I’m usually so horny I can hardly think straight.

Later in the movie Mallory makes a second descent along with the guy’s publisher. Once more they’re tied to a cement block. I love the scene of the two of them being pulled down together to the bottom of the lake.

I like to imagine a different ending. I picture the sheriff getting there too late. Mallory and the book publisher drown together, their bodies bumping against each other. Sometimes it’s all I can do not to reach down and touch myself.

There’s another scene that really gets to me. I believe it was from a short TV series. I think people are killed in every episode.

In this one episode this woman has a gun in her hand and is out in a forest. I don’t know if she’s the hunter or the hunted as I never watched the series. But I’ve replayed this scene countless times.

She gets knocked out (of course she does). When she awakens she’s chained to a cinder block inside a boat dock. She can’t get the chain off from around her ankle.

The bad guy comes in and she starts trying to talk her way out of her situation. But it does her no good. Eventually he picks up the cinder block to throw into the water.

The block hits the water and sinks right away. It pulls the lady off her feet. The chain drags her to the edge of the boat dock while she cries out the entire time.

For a moment she clings to the dock. It’s at this moment she knows for sure she’s going to drown. Her terror must simply be off the charts.

She loses her grip and is pulled off the dock into the water. Right away she discovers the peril she’s in. The chain has been set to a particularly cruel length.

She’s not totally submerged as she probably expected herself to be. Instead a part of her head is above water. She cannot lift her mouth and nose high enough to breathe. But she can still see her killer standing there observing her.

It’s at this part of the scene where I really go nuts. Her arms are free and she flails at the surface in a desperate bid to pull her head up high enough to get a breath. But she just can’t do it.

We see her perspective of the killer as the water laps at eye level. Then we’re shown her struggling in the water. The surface starts to settle down as she drowns right there with part of her head sticking up.

I can only imagine the terror she must have felt. Being tethered like that with part of your head sticking up must have been horrifying. It gets me every time.

A short time later we’re shown her head sticking up. The water is quiet; she drowned several minutes ago. By this time if I haven’t cum yet, I’m usually so damned close.

All three of these scenes make me wet myself whenever I’m watching them. But it’s this fourth scene that really gets to me. And it takes us back to the bathtub.

This time it’s Harrison Ford and Michelle Pfeifer in “What Lies Beneath”. He’s drugged her so she cannot move her muscles. Then he puts her in a tub and turns on the faucet.

He’s so clinical the way he describes what’s going to happen to her. He even calls someone and asks them to come check on her. By then she will have drowned in the tub.

I like this scene because of the peril of rising water. She has time to watch what’s going to happen to her. She has time to think about the fact she’s going to drown. That “mind rape” really gets to me.

There’s other stuff that happens, but that’s not what’s important. The important thing is she’s left alone to deal with a filling tub. The water just keeps rising and rising.

She has to find a way to shut off the water. If that doesn’t work, she has to find a way to drain the tub. But in her condition it’s terribly difficult, being as how her muscles are slow to respond.

I like to imagine myself in this situation. Only I like to pretend my muscle function is not returning in time. All I can do is watch in horror as the tub slowly fills.

It takes minutes before it finally reaches my chin. By now I’m in a panic. But I’m also so damned aroused I can hardly stand it.

The water continues to rise and I can’t move a muscle. It slowly rises until it covers my mouth. I struggle to keep my nose up, but the water just keeps rising and rising.

By this point I can’t breathe. The water has risen past my nose. It keeps filling the tub and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

It reaches my eyes and I start blinking as the panic increases. My heart hammers in my chest. My pussy throbs from a terrible ache of horrific anticipation.

How much longer can I hold my breath? How long until my lungs give out? Is anybody going to reach me in time? Oh gawd; if only my muscle function would return!

I soon feel my stomach start to contract. It sends mini-convulsions to my chest. My lungs burn as they ache to be refilled with fresh air.

The water continues to rise as the strain in my chest intensifies. I can’t hold my breath much longer. By now the water has nearly reached the top of the bathtub. I’m completely submerged.

I struggle to hold my breath as my lungs heave in agony. I can only see underwater. I can see water still coming out of the faucet into the tub, a faucet I cannot shut off. Then I find myself cumming and drowning.

So there you have it: the four TV and movie scenes that really get my motor running. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go take a bath. I need to hold my breath and imagine myself drowning as I get off at the bottom of the tub.

2020 (written Jun 9 ’20 by riwa)

(vidcaps taken from the aforementioned shows and used for illustration purposes.)

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My needs 4.4 (69)

Chapter 1 – DISCOVERY

First, dear readers, let me introduce myself: my name is Joanne and I am currently twenty years old.
Without false modesty, I can state that I am extremely beautiful – An elfin face, blue eyes and jet black
hair. My body is an object of desire to all men and many women who see it. Muscular, big tits, narrow
waist, curving hips, round buttocks and long, slim muscular, legs. A body to arouse jealously in almost
all women who see it and lust in almost all men.

I live with my mother, a more mature woman of forty two years, equally beautiful as me in every way.

We live in a very isolated and quite luxurious house, reached by a long and winding gated driveway. It is
completely soundproofed.

I have been home schooled by my mother, a polymath, whose teachings left me capable of passing any
exam the state educational system might want me to undertake. I am currently working on my master’s
degree in electrical engineering.

I am a consummate masochist.

* * * * * * * *

Strangely enough, it was not until I was nineteen years old that I became aware of my perverted sexuality.
Puberty had hit me like a train. Almost overnight I went from being a gangly teenager to being a desirable
woman. A woman with growing breasts and all the other attributes of her sexual awakening. My clitoris
had become amazingly sensitive and I found it hard to keep my fingers off it but obeying some strange
moral imperative, I refused to surrender to my cravings.

Then, when I was twenty, I could not resist my intense urges any longer and I surrendered to my desires.
I could not believe that I had let my so called conscience to deny me such pleasure. My orgasms were
intense and long lasting. If I had been able, I would have spent my entire life in orgasm. I found that my
need for orgasm overwhelmed all other considerations and my college work suffered accordingly. I know
now that my mother was completely aware of what was happening to me and what I was doing. She
waited until the right time to make me aware of that.

One day, when I was on the edge of cumming, I pinched my clit, hard. The pain spread through my
spasming cunt and I moaned from the intensity of it. But something kept me going and I kept pinching
harder and harder. Tears were running down my face until I suddenly flipped over the edge into the most
intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I was overwhelmed by orgasmic pleasure, writhing and spasming
on my bed until the sensations finally diminished and I collapsed, panting and moaning.

I wanted more and, as I recovered from the intensity of that amazing cum, I started to rub and pinch my
clit again. I rubbed hard and pinched as hard as I could. The sensations were amazingly intense and, once
again that intense pleasure as I came violently overwhelmed the pain.

As I recovered again, I realized that my pleasure had been multiplied by the pain I had imposed on myself.
It was a revelation. I needed pain, intense pain, to achieve all my pleasure.

Let me explain, it hurt a lot. Enough to make me cry but the overwhelming pleasure I knew would be the
result of my self-torment made my suffering worthwhile. Also, I took pleasure from the pain as I became
more and more aroused, not nearly as much as the pleasure from orgasm but more than worthwhile and
these days it has actually become intense pleasure in itself. I have learned to equate pain in my erogenous
zones as pleasure, making my experiences as a masochist intense from start to finish. I’ll tell you about
those experiences later.

With the realization that I needed pain to get the best pleasure, I started experimenting with ways to hurt
myself, especially in my erogenous areas. I found that squeezing my nipples, hard, with one hand while
the other pinched and twisted my clit would make me descend into a place where pain and pleasure
mixed. A harsh place, a place where my spasming body demanded ever more pain to fuel the flames of
my lust.

It was frustrating that I could only squeeze and twist one nipple at a time. I began looking for something
that could really hurt both of my nipples at once. It wasn’t until I used an office paper clamp to hold some
schoolwork together that I realised that such clamps could provide me the kind of mixed pain and
erogenous pleasure that I so deeply craved. The clamps were strong and were made of metal. They would
squeeze my nipples hard and painfully, giving me the sensations I needed so badly.

The first time I used the clamps on myself I was initially filled with a mixture of lust and fear. I craved and
at the same time feared the pain I was about to inflict on myself, but I knew that I would have to use the
clamps on myself and delay would not make the craving for the pain go away.

I sat on my bed and pinched my nipples, leaving my cunt alone for now, pinched them hard enough that
they began to really hurt and I started to moan and become aroused. I dug my nails into them and heard
myself moan further as my self-inflicted pain increased. I felt myself getting wet and tried to hurt my
nipples even more. It was no use; I was hurting myself as much as I could. It was time for the clamps.

I took my fingers from my nipples and picked up one of the clamps. It looked frightening and cruel and I
almost stopped at that point but, taking a deep breath, I let it close on my right nipple.

Pain like I had never known before immediately filled my entire boob and I had difficulty suppressing a
scream. My nipple was filled with agony but, almost immediately, I felt my arousal increase tenfold. I
came. Came from just the pain and knowing just how much pain was to come. It wouldn’t stop and I
came time after time, moaning aloud and feeling my cunt spasm with each new cum.

My right tit was stilled filled with wonderful pain and I knew that it was time to torture my left nipple.
Again I let a clamp close on myself and once again came almost immediately as my left breast was filled
with agony. I couldn’t stop cumming and, dimly, through my mix of wonderful pain and intense orgasms,
knew that I could increase my sensations even more.

I pulled on the clamps. I pulled on them, stretching my nipples and increasing my pain even more. I
actually screamed out loud and, not knowing how to stop, twisted the clamps.

I came so hard that I fainted.

When I came to, my nipples and breasts still filled with agony, I knew that I must stop so I squeezed the
clamp on my right nipple open and pulled it away. It hurt as much as it had when I had first clamped it. I
collapsed forward and nursed my poor abused breast, holding it in my hands and moaning once more
from my self-inflicted pain.

Straightening up I removed clamp from my left nipple and once more felt my breast filled with more
intense agony.

I came again, again and again. It was wonderful, my orgasms even more intense than the pain in my poor
abused nipples. I wanted more.

Chapter 2

I wanted more but knew that I would have to wait. My nipples were bruised and swollen so that even
putting on my bra was an exercise in self-restraint. I couldn’t damage them any more without them
showing through my clothes. You may notice that I was more concerned about my appearance than I
was about hurting myself any more.

I was turned on and pushing my bruised and swollen nipples into my bra hurt wonderfully. I was wet and
knew that it would only take a little more stimulation for me to cum again. I had to wipe my cunt with a
towel before I could get my panties on without making a wet patch on them and my jeans and even that
almost made me cum.

I was an orgasmic mess.

And then the door opened and my mother stood there. My mother stood there, wearing nothing but an
amazingly tightly laced corset, her breasts on full display and her smooth shaven pussy equally revealed.
Even more amazing was the way that her breasts had been treated, bound tightly at their bases so they
had swollen and stood out from her chest like two cantaloupes. Equally amazing were the marks on those
breasts, bruised and abraded stripes decorating them all over. Her pussy was equally marked and the lash
marks decorated her hips and, as far as I could tell, continued to her arse.

“M – Mom?”

“Yes dear, It’s me, I’m just like you, a painslut and, like you, I can’t get enough. I’m so glad that you’re just
like me. Now we can play together.”

“But Mom, how did you know about me?”

“I’ve heard everything you’ve done to yourself. There are hidden microphones in here and I enjoyed
hearing you hurting yourself. It really turned me on.”

“But – but – why? I thought you didn’t know!”

“I’ve always known, dear. Ever since you started to hurt yourself.”

There, in front of me, she stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples, took a deep breath, a breath that
made her breasts jut out even more, and pinched harder. “Mmmmm – would you like to do this to me,
dear? Would you like to hurt me?”

Almost mesmerized I approached her, raised my hands, pinched her nipples and squeezed them as hard
as I could. She moaned but thrust her breasts out toward me. “Harder, oh please, harder!”

I couldn’t stop squeezing them. The feel of them between my fingers, the way Mom reacted and the way
I became wet from the experience, they all increased my own arousal. I dug my fingernails into those
compliant nipples and was rewarded by a deep, intense moan from mom, “Oh, god yes, darling, hurt
them! Hurt them!”

She threw back her head and thrust her tits out toward her pain.

“You – you too, darling!” she moaned, and with that she reached up and dug her own finger nails into my
already abused nipples.

The pain shot through them again and, hardly knowing what I was saying, I managed to gasp out, “I know
how to make it better, Mom; much better. Let go of my nipples and I’ll show you.”

She released my nipples and I let go of hers and we gasped together as the circulation returned to them.
I opened my bedside cabinet and pulled out four office clamps. Turning back, I took hold of her right
breast, loving the firm, swollen feel of it.

I clamped her nipple.

She stared at me and moaned again. “Aaaagh! Do the other one, do the other one!” She thrust her left
breast forward, obviously craving the pain. I clamped her left nipple and was rewarded by a choked off
scream. “Oh god, darling, that hurts so good, it hurts so much!”

Watching her I was filled with an intense desire to share her pain. “Mine too, Mom! Mine too!” I handed
her the remaining clamps and she opened them one at a time and let them close on my poor abused
nipples. I know I shrieked as, once again, the almost overwhelming agony turned my nipples into nubbins
of fire and the intense pain filled my breasts.

We both nursed our pain wracked tits, moaning aloud and both approaching orgasm. I wanted to drive
her over the edge so I reached forward, grasped her clamps, and squeezed. She screamed out loud and
fell to her knees, pulling my hands with her. I squeezed again and she screamed again and fell into an
obviously intense orgasm, falling all the way to the floor, jerking and writhing as her sensations
overwhelmed her.

I was very close to cumming myself but I decided to wait for Mom to recover and then she could hurt me
enough to put me too over the edge. In the meantime I kept my self on the verge of orgasm by twisting
and squeezing my clamps just enough to keep me on that edge. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but I had begun to
need the pain almost as much as I did the overwhelming orgasms that the pain could give me and there
was further masochistic pleasure to be found in preventing myself from climaxing.

Eventually, my mother recovered enough to open her eyes. She stared at me, her mouth opening and
closing as she tried to form words. Finally, as her tremors diminished enough for her to gasp out “Leave
them on, darling, please leave them on!”

“Oh, mommy, do mine too! Hurt my tits some more!”

She struggled to her feet, wincing and moaning as her huge breasts swayed with her motions, her crushed
nipples filling them with even more agony. Lurching forward she reached for my nipples and the clamps
that tortured them. She grasped them.

I felt the pain in my nipples explode. My entire tits were filled with delicious agony.

I came.

I came as I had never cum before. I felt my pussy gush with fluid and glorious pleasure radiated from it
to fill my entire body. Like my mother before me, I fell to the floor, moaning and writhing as I became
overwhelmed with that pain induced cum. I lost contact with the world and existed in a universe of pure
pain and overwhelming pleasure. How long it really lasted I don’t know, but it seemed to last almost
forever.

I think I returned to my original, still painful real existence and lay there on the floor, moaning from the
continuing pain in my poor abused nipples.

“Get up, darling. Get up so I can bind those nice big tits of yours, just like mine are. Now, do you want
me to take the clamps off your nipples or would you rather keep them on? I’m keeping mine on so they’ll
keep me like this, just about cumming.”

I ran my fingers over the torturing clamps, sending a surge of pain from nipple to tit and straight to my
cunt.

(Mommy told me later that since I was a complete slut I didn’t have the right to call my breasts ‘breasts’
any more but always must call them ‘tits’ as someone like me deserved. In the same way, I have a cunt
and I don’t orgasm, I cum.)

“Nnnnn! I’ll keep them on, please mommy. Ohh, they hurt. They hurt so well.” Again I rubbed my fingers
over the clamps and almost screamed at the wonderful pain and simultaneous arousal.

Mommy actually pulled on hers and tears ran from her eyes. “Oh, God, yes! Mine really hurt too! Ooh,
thank you for this, darling, thank you for these clamps and thank you for all this pain! It’s wonderful, just
wonderful!”

I was still trembling from my overwhelming cum “I’ve got some more clamps. Maybe we could hurt our
cunts.”

“On our lips, crushing our lips?” She actually licked her lips at the thought. Mommy is so wonderfully
perverted.

“I wonder if we could do it on our clits. We could do it to ourselves while we watched each other.”

“Oh, god yes! I love hurting myself and with you here it’ll be so much better.” She leaned forward and
kissed me. Pushed her mouth against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back,
twining my tongue around hers and nibbling on her lower lip.

I was French kissing my own mother. Was I shocked? No! I loved it, loved the forbidden nature of the
act and loved her, not as my mother alone but as my partner in pain and overwhelming pleasure. I was
in lesbian love with her, with my own mother.

She broke the kiss. “I want to,” she gasped. “Oh, I really want to! Together, and then we can torture
each other. Now, help mommy hurt herself and I’ll help you.

I crawled to my bedside chest and bought out about a dozen more clamps.

She looked at them and licked her swollen lips. “So many, darling?”

“Inner lips, outer lips and clit.”

“I’ve never done that to myself before. But we have to get those nice big tits of yours bound. Oh, and we
need weights for our nipple clamps.”

She surprised me than and still surprises me once in a while. We are equally and wonderfully perverted
but occasionally she still surprises me.

“Weights!”

“Yes, darling. Every time we move they’ll swing backward and forward and hurt our tits some more.
Oh, darling, with you here I just can’t get enough!”

“I can’t either, mom. I didn’t realize just how much I needed this. I want it to go on forever. My tits
really hurt and I want more! Oh, god, mom – I’m so kinky and twisted!”

She kissed med again and we rubbed our pain wracked tits against each other’s, the clamps getting
entangled and further pulling on our nipples. We were moaning and whimpering into each other’s
mouths, but rubbed harder, trying to increase our pain and arousal. “I have to bind your tits.” She
murmured to me. “You’ll love it.”

I broke away from her, stepped back and lifted my already swollen and agonized tits toward her.
“Yes, mom! Please, mom! Make them like yours, all swollen and round! Tell, uh, tell me; does it hurt?”
“Yes it does, dear, especially around the base where I’ll tie you tightest. But your tit itself gets all
swollen and tender and aches really hard. It’s a good time to whip them.”

I was wondering if I could take any more pain, but my arousal from the pain was reaching incredible
heights.

I was a cum waiting to happen.

But mum had one spoiler in mind. “We’re going to have to take the clamps off our nipples – that is if
you want to keep them! You take mine off and I’ll take yours off.”

“It’s really, really going to hurt isn’t it mom?”

“Oh, yes! It’ll make you really, really scream.”

I was filled with a mixture of dread and of fervid longing for the torture to come. I faced my mother and
reached out to her nipple clamps, one in each hand. She did the same to me and we stood there staring
at each other waiting for the first one to make a move.

Mom cleared her throat. “On three, both together on three.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“one – two – three! And on three she pushed on the handles of the clamp. Before the pain could really
build in my nipples I compressed her clamp handles and pulled them toward me.

The extra pain was nearly overwhelming. Both of us sank to our knees, moaning and weeping, nursing
our poor agonized nipples and tits until the pain started to diminish.

And I came. Came again, writhing on the floor and unable to control the jerking and spasming of my
cunt, the jerking of my hips and body as the orgasm took control of all of me. It seemed to take an
endless time, time while pleasure and pain controlled every part of me but eventually I slowly recovered
until I was just lying there, breathing deeply and sobbing quietly to myself.

Mum rolled over to me and kissed me deeply. “We still have to bind your tits, darling. I think you’ll love
it.”

Something had been bothering me. “Mom, isn’t this incest?”

“Well, it would be if we were going to have a baby, but that’s not very likely, is it? Incest laws are to stop
inbreeding, not what we’re going to be doing to each other.” She smiled: “You’re going to get a lot in your
cunt, sweetheart, but not a real live unprotected dick, OK? Now, do you want those tits bound or not?”

I realized that I did want my tits bound, and the more I thought about it, the more and tighter I wanted
them bound. I lifted them toward my mother; “Oh, yes, mom! Tightly so they hurt!” I realized something
that I had really always known. “Oh god mom, I want them to be hurt, really hurt! Yes, oh yes, hurt them
for me!”

I returned her kiss, hard, driving my tongue between her lips and wrapping it around hers as I mashed our
lips together. “All of me, mom, hurt all of me!”

“Come into my room then, darling. I’ve got all sorts of nice things there.”

“You’ll bind my tits?”

“Binding will be just the beginning, darling, just the beginning. And, yes, they’ll really hurt.”

She smiled at me and kissed me again.

We climbed to our feet and she led me by the hand down the corridor and into her room. It was decorated
by pictures of women in torture and agony. She saw me looking around at them; “Mostly friends and
acquaintances of mine. They all need pain as much as we do and we meet quite frequently to torture and
be tortured. You’ll be able to join in now.”

“Now then, dear, it’s time to bind your tits. Most dominants use rope or cord. Not very wise because it
can take quite a while to get off in an emergency. I use releasable tie wraps, the long white kind with the
release tab on the connector. Faster, tighter, more pain and safer. Now, hold your right tit and pull it
forward.”

“I did as she said, grabbing my right nipple and pulling my right tit away from my body, deliberately
stretching it until it hurt. “Like that, mom, right out like that?”

“Perfect, dear. Now, are you really ready for this?”

“Yes, mom, yes! Do it, make my tit hurt!”

She passed the tie-wrap around my stretched tit, holding it against my rib cage where it met my tit meat
and pulled it as tight as she could. It hurt just as much as I had been dreading and hoping for. It hurt
where the tie-wrap bit into the base of my tit which hurt wonderfully and my tit itself was filled with a
growing and all pervading ache, a fierce ache that made my whimper. I reached up to try to comfort my
tit but mum slapped my hands away.

“Leave it alone! I still have to do the other one. Now pull your left tit out, like the other one so I can get
this wrap tightly around the base.”

I grasped my left nipple, still hurting from the clamp it had been tormented with earlier, and used it to
pull my tit away from my body. She quickly passed the tie-wrap around the base of my left tit and pulled
it just as tight as my right tit’s binding. Like the other tit it hurt as the tie wrap tightened around it and I
loved it. Looking down I could see both my tits swelling and standing out from my chest like two swollen
cantaloupes. The ache increased with each minute and soon I was sobbing and nursing both tits.

“Oh, it hurts, mommy. It hurts so good, it’s turning me right on!”

“Would you like me to whip them?”

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Donna’s shore leave 2 4.2 (18)

Part 2

Donna piled up all her clothes on a round stone near the edge of the water. Then she waded in. The yeoman swam out and submerged herself again and again, pulling herself along under the surface as air burbled out of her nose.

Despite the sensuous feel of cool water on her bare flesh, she couldn’t shake the image of that tree out of her mind. That whole damned area back up on the hill – tree and all – was erotically disturbing. It seemed like a quiet, secluded little place… just right for an intimate necktie party.

Those two branches were perfectly angled. They looked just right for hanging a couple of innocent young females. Imagining they would get to watch each other swing gave her erotic tingles.

The yeoman came up gasping for breath, only to refill her lungs. Then she dove back down in an effort to clear the erotic thoughts from her mind. But the swim, refreshing though it was, was not helping matters any.

She began thinking about how arousing it would be if there were a couple of naked female wood-nymphs who used that tree for their perverse pleasures by hanging innocent young females such as herself. But who would hang from the other branch? A moment later she burst up again at the surface, gasping for breath as she tread water.

Her first thought was that of her former lover. But she dismissed that almost immediately. Leiani’s transfer had been deliberate – sudden and unexpected – leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

In hindsight the promotion had been a good one. But she blamed her friend and lover for the way in which it had been handled. She’d felt betrayed, left behind to pick up the pieces of a relationship that had been abruptly severed by the immense expanse of space and time.

For now, she still hadn’t gotten over it. ‘So Leiani be damned!’ she thought sourly. ‘That insensitive bitch won’t be “hanging out with me” anytime soon, that’s for damned sure!’

So who would take Leiani’s place if the wood-nymphs struck? It didn’t take long for her to come up with another name. After all, she’d already been fantasizing about her new friend.

Was breath play something Janice Rand had any kind of interest in? The young woman was quite attractive, especially with that long, blonde hair. Donna often wished the yeoman wouldn’t keep it up in that damn bun all the time.

More than once she’d harbored naughty thoughts about getting Rand alone and playing breath games with her. She couldn’t help imagining what might lie underneath that red outfit she always wore around the ship. Donna often wondered what the young woman dressed in during her off-hours whenever she was feeling all relaxed and sensual.

On more than one occasion she’d actually pictured what Janice might look like naked with a bag over her head or a noose resting seductively around her neck. Then she considered that tree she’d seen earlier. Gawd; yeoman Rand would be perfect! …swinging from one of those branches in that red Starfleet uniform with that short skirt, her long blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders.

Donna imagined hanging from the other branch in her science blues. She pictured the two of them dancing together for the perverse pleasure of whoever was hanging them. On this planet it would probably be a couple of wood-nymphs.

The yeoman shook her head as though once more shaking herself out of some trance. “Gawd!” she gasped aloud. “What the hell am I thinking?? Janice would never consent to something like that. Besides, she’s got a massive crush on the captain. She’d never go for something like gasping games with me.”

Donna took a deep breath before diving for the bottom. She was trying to drive the erotic thoughts out of her mind as she pulled hard with her arms. Bubbles trailed out of her nose as she moved along the bottom.

Maybe she shouldn’t have seen that tree. Or maybe she shouldn’t have imagined what it could be used for. Her fantasies were only getting her all hot and bothered. Besides, Janice was off on her own brand of shore leave right now.

Had it been that long since she’d engaged in any kind of breath play? Had she kept the thoughts out of her head without giving them a harmless outlet? For the moment it felt as though her thoughts were starting to get the better of her.

They were thoughts she’d tried to squelch ever since Leiani had left. But her desires had never really died off. She’d simply tried to bury them with work while developing what she hoped would be a friendship with the yeoman.

Donna burst up and gasped for breath, water cascading down off her long, brown hair. She was about to go back down for another swim that she hoped would drive the thoughts and images right out of her head. That’s when she suddenly heard a cry of alarm that emanated from somewhere up the hill.

It sounded human and it startled her. She’d thought she was all alone out here! Then she heard it again.

Donna instinctively dove under, swimming below the surface while making a beeline for the shore. She didn’t want to be caught naked in the water by someone from the ship. She couldn’t possibly imagine who might have followed her.

Wait a minute…

Oh, yes she could…

Damn! Had that determined yeoman followed her??

As much as she liked Janice, she was still too shy to get caught naked in the watering hole by the young woman. Donna climbed out of the water before hastily pulling her clothes back on over her naked, dripping body. She figured she’d eventually dry off in the heat of the day.

She heard it again, a sharp feminine cry of alarm. She could just make out a few words of horror… “Nooo… please… don’t DO this to me…!” It sounded like it was coming from that clearing back up the hill!

The sounds became muffled, the words hard to understand. It kind of sounded like Janice! Had she followed her and gotten herself into trouble?

Donna instantly pictured in her mind what she now thought of as ‘the hanging tree’. She gasped with alarm as her heart leaped into her throat. A moment later she began carefully making her way back up the hill through the brush and shrubs toward the sounds.

Her blue science dress that stopped well short of her knees clung to her damp skin. She clambered upward in her boots, the sounds getting nearer. She couldn’t make out what was happening, and she found herself wondering what the hell she was hearing.

As Donna drew closer, she thought she saw figures through the brush. They seemed to be hovering near that damned tree. Then she saw a flash of color that looked alarmingly familiar.

She thought she recognized that familiar red Starfleet dress yeoman Rand had been wearing during the beam-down. Had Janice indeed followed her, wanting to make sure she had a good time? Donna didn’t think so as she thought she’d convinced the yeoman she was going to be just fine.

She suddenly caught a glimpse of two other figures up near that tree she’d focused on earlier. Her heart skipped a beat. Now that was damned peculiar.

Her tricorder had revealed no other life signs except those of her crewmates. Where the hell had these two come from?? Who were they??

She reached a place in the brush that gave her a clear view. Donna ducked down to avoid being discovered. Then she stared in utter disbelief.

In the clearing were a couple of… what the hell WERE they?? There were two naked, young female-like creatures. They were not much more than 1.5 meters in height.

They were giggling around an obviously alarmed Janice Rand. The yeoman was teetering on the flat part of a small piece of tree trunk that had been stood up on end. It was no more than a half meter in height.

She had a hemp noose secured tightly around her neck. It came down from the limb above her, the one that branched out on the right side of the tree. Her arms were behind her back – bound maybe?

Several lengths of vine had been wrapped around her head and through her opened mouth, making it almost impossible for her to speak coherently. Her blond hair had been taken out of her usual bun. Now it hung clear of her noosed neck, draping freely over her shoulders.

Donna let out a gasp before lifting a hand to cover her mouth to remain silent. Her muscles locked up and refused to function. All she could do was stare in wide-eyed shock as shameful arousal flooded through her body.

Her heart hammered so loudly in her chest that she was sure she was going to be discovered by… what the hell WERE they anyway?? They looked like some kind of wood nymphs or something!

Neither sported any kind of male appendage down below. Then again, neither had much in the way of breasts on their chests. Their ears reminded her of elves’ ears, something similar to what adorned the Enterprise’s first officer’s head. There certainly wasn’t much in the way of hair on either one’s head.

She suddenly saw recognition flood the yeoman’s face. Janice had spotted her hiding in the brush. Rand’s eyes instantly went wide.

She started shaking her head as though trying to make little motions at her. Was she signaling she needed help? Or was she trying to warn her away?

One of the nymphs lifted up Rand’s skirt and curiously looked underneath. The other went behind the little stump and placed its bare foot against the top of it. Donna’s eyes flashed in alarm as she inhaled sharply… “No; they wouldn’t!!”

It grinned and chittered to its companion in a high pitched voice of excitement. It seemed to be asking something. The other nodded its head.

The first one gleefully pushed hard with its foot. It toppled over the piece of wood serving as a footstool for the noosed yeoman. Janice’s sharp but muffled cry was abruptly cut off as the rope grabbed her by the neck.

Donna inhaled sharply, almost crying out and giving away her presence. Rand began to swing back and forth. The yeoman’s legs flailed in a desperate attempt to relocate the stump that had been under her Starfleet issue boots a few moments ago.

The skirt of her outfit fluttered as she kicked and twisted. Donna got glimpses of the poor woman’s black undergarments. Yeoman Dangling was in total shock, her muscles still locked up.

Her mind cried out, “What the hell are you doing? Go help her, damn you! Help her before she hangs to death… NOW!”

Donna tried to leap forward from her position. But the horribly arousing spectacle had turned her legs to jelly. For a few precious seconds she still couldn’t make them function.

She was absolutely frozen in place, unable to move or cry out. She was utterly astonished that what she’d been fantasizing about mere minutes ago was actually coming to pass. What’s more, she was ashamed she couldn’t make her muscles work by going to the aid of her friend.

For several agonizing seconds all the poor yeoman could do was watch helplessly as Janice kicked and swung. “MOVE, DAMN YOU!” her mind screamed at her. An instant later muscle function returned in a rush, along with an incredible burst of adrenaline.

Donna shot forward as though having been launched out of a torpedo tube. She was totally ashamed she’d been so incapacitated with arousal and horrified fascination that she hadn’t leaped forward sooner. Damn her fetish!

But she could move now. There was still time to free Janice. So yeoman Dangling charged forward with a cry, determined to save her friend while making the two woodland creatures pay.

The nymphs were enjoying their handiwork and were momentarily caught off guard when Donna burst toward them. But they recovered with alarming speed. The two of them met her attack almost nonchalantly.

They gleefully scooped her up into their grasp as though absolutely delighted by her presence. Within moments Donna was squirming and struggling to break free. She cried out toward the strangling, dangling yeoman while trying to reach out toward her.

Janice continued to sway and dance on air while gasping and gurgling horribly. Donna cried out, “NOOOO! LET ME GO; SHE’LL DIE!” As an Enterprise crewman, she felt a deep sense of duty and loyalty in trying to save her friend.

Donna suddenly became aware that something was horribly wrong. Her struggles were lessening. In fact, she wasn’t fighting with them nearly as hard as she should have.

What the hell was wrong with her? Why wasn’t she scratching their eyes out? What was happening to her?

She watched in horror as Janice’s struggles lessened. She could see Rand’s face turning red. The young woman was losing her strength to fight the noose.

“GAWD, DONNA!” her mind screamed at her. “YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING TO SAVE HER! MOVE… FIGHT… PUT UP A STRUGGLE, DAMN YOU! DON’T GIVE UP; JANICE NEEDS YOU!”

For some reason she was barely putting up any resistance anymore. She felt shamefully helpless. All she could do was watch in horror as Janice hung limp in her noose, her body twitching while swaying softly.

There were tears in her eyes as Donna was pulled backwards. For some inexplicable reason she didn’t resist. It was as though something was sucking the energy to struggle right out of her body… and she couldn’t identify the source of it.

She felt herself being lifted up until she was stood up on something. Glancing down, she saw the piece of tree stump she’d been placed upon. It was quite similar to what had been under Janice’s feet. That’s when Donna let out a low moan, knowing what was coming next.

Noooo! Ohmygawd – they’re gonna hang us both!

She began to tremble as she soaked her undergarments from the discharge of a terrible arousal. She tried to open her mouth to speak. But the words hung up in her throat.

Donna’s eyes remained helplessly fixed on Janice. She noticed with fear and trembling that Rand’s dance of death was just about done. The two nymphs occasionally glanced at the dangling woman while giggling and chittering at each other. They seemed thrilled they were about to enjoy the delightful sufferings of a second victim.

Donna tried in vain to snap herself out of her trance-like state. But she simply couldn’t make herself move. It was as though the erotic display she was witnessing was sapping the energy she needed to put up any kind of resistance.

Her arms hung limply at her sides. Donna cried out to Janice, begging her over and over to forgive her. Then one of the nymphs wrapped several lengths of vine around her head and through her mouth, muffling her unhappy cries.

One of them pulled an arm behind her back. She gave it up almost willingly. The other arm was next.

She felt her wrists being secured together with some sort of vine similar to what had been used as a gag for her mouth. Donna put up no resistance whatsoever. It shamed her as her body tensed in preparation of a massive orgasm. The whole time, her eyes never left Janice as the poor woman hung limp.

Donna saw the noose being pulled down over her head. She whimpered helplessly as its touch upon her skin sent a jolt of arousal flowing through her body. Between the feel of it upon her bare flesh and the sight of Janice twisting lifelessly, she almost came. She was so horribly aroused… so terribly ashamed.

She heard gleeful chitter from the one behind her. A split-second later she saw Janice jerk and kick as if her body was fighting one last time for a breath of air. It was enough to cause her orgasm to rush toward her.

She moaned with arousal and shame. A moment later the stump was driven out from underneath her. That’s when the rope took her full weight.

Donna came violently as she started to swing. Her knees instinctively jerked upward as her vaginal muscles contracted around nothing inside her. A moment later she stretched her legs down to search for the stump. But she couldn’t locate it. That’s when her legs exploded into a series of kicks.

She watched as the two excited nymphs walked in front of the tree. Now they had a full view of her deadly dance. They seemed incredibly joyous watching her suffer.

As her body swung and rotated, she caught sight of poor Janice. Her friend’s head was pushed off to one side. The woman occasionally twitched and jerked in her death throes, her face a nasty shade of purple.

Yeoman Rand softly swayed back and forth. It was clear she was no longer among the living. But there was an astonishing look of peace and resignation in her lifeless eyes.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Spittle spilled off the tip and splattered onto her Starfleet uniform, streaking the red fabric on her chest. It was almost as though she’d given in to the agony of the noose at the very end.

The two nymphs swung back into Donna’s line of view as her body swayed and rotated. They chittered happily, pointing gaily at her as her boots kicked and flailed. But her body had a mind of its own, and she struggled and danced for them.

Donna felt the noose constrict tighter around her neck until she could barely breathe at all. Each little attempted gasp gave her nothing but an incredible desire for even more air than what she was getting. Her wet uniform clung to her body, her breasts sticking out through the blue fabric of her outfit. Her hardened nipples were visible as they tried to poke through.

Once more her body twisted slowly until she caught sight of Rand’s lifeless form. For some reason it was enough to help trigger a second orgasm. She came more violently than the last time, this one tearing through her body like a tornado.

Donna jerked her knees upward. Then she kicked helplessly. Her hands flailed wildly behind her back until her strength finally gave out.

The strangled yeoman swayed limp and lifeless, too exhausted to fight anymore. But at that moment, she felt a strange peace start to fill her. Thoughts began swirling through her oxygen-starved brain…

Her first consideration was sorrow over the fact the captain was going to have to deal with the death of two of his crewmembers. It was well known he took the death of everyone under his command rather hard. But the death of one in particular was liable to affect him even more, considering how fond he was of yeoman Janice Rand. Now Donna was embarrassed she and Janice had perished while on some stupid shore leave on some rock far away from her home planet of Earth.

Her second thought was a strange disappointment the two of them had not been hung together naked. She would have liked to have seen Janice fully unclothed at least once. She would have liked it even more if they would have been hung together naked, humiliating though that might have been. At least they could have gone together.

Her last thought was of Leiani. Oh, how her former lover would have enjoyed watching her and Janice dance together, that little pervert! Even now she could picture the rapture in that bitch’s eyes… could envision the heavy breathing and heart palpitations.

If only Leiani was hiding in the bushes right about now. Would she rescue them? Or would she enjoy watching them hang together? Probably the latter…

Woman…? In the bushes…? Was that a woman hiding in the bushes??

Leiani? What the hell was SHE doing here?? And then Donna’s thoughts began to drift away as darkness closed in on her…

‘You just gonna sit there and watch me hang to death? You gonna watch two Enterprise crewmembers hang for your amusemmm……..?’

Her thoughts winked out as her body suddenly heaved. Her lungs fought in vain to pull just one last breath of air into her chest.

For a moment her legs exploded in a series of small kicks as her body instinctively fought to breathe. Then darkness claimed her. Her struggles abruptly ceased as she swayed lifelessly in the noose, spittle falling out of her open mouth onto her damp uniform as her tongue peeked out past her parted lips.

Two female Enterprise crewmembers hung limp in the little clearing on the hill. Two heads were tilted awkwardly in their nooses. One of them was wearing red; the other wearing science blue.

Two fully unclothed creatures with feminine qualities watched and chittered happily amongst themselves. But another individual whose presence they were apparently unaware of watched secretly from the bushes…

2008; 2021 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Oct 19 ’21 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 2 4.4 (34)

Chapter 2 – One-way trip

Jake leads the way in his crisp, white captain’s uniform and hat. His jaw is set, his eyes steely. He strides with purpose, knowing what must be done.

In his hands is a 20 pound concrete block with an eyebolt screwed into the top of it. He regally carries it before him with great pomp. I’ve already seen it and know the purpose for which it’s intended. Yet despite my anxiety, I’m filled with a terrible excitement.

I’m close behind, wearing a small, white string bikini that barely covers what it’s supposed to. My arms are bound together and crossed behind my back. I’m barefoot, but that’s because the condemned aren’t usually given the luxury of footwear. I figure I’m fortunate to be wearing anything at all.

They could just as easily have chosen to make me take the long journey from the condo to the harbor in broad daylight in the nude. That would certainly have added to the humiliation of my being paraded like this. It’s bad enough my arousal over what’s going to happen to me has soaked my bottoms and is visible to one and all. I’m doubly embarrassed because I can smell it as well.

Andria grips my arm tightly as she marches me forward. Her executioner’s outfit – if you want to call it that – consists of nothing more than a skimpy, black thong bikini. She is also wearing a pair of shiny black boots that zip well up her calves.

The thick, high heeled boots make a loud clacking sound as she hustles me along. She wears the boots to let people know who is the slave and who is the mistress. I think she also likes them because of the noise they make.

We soon become the object of everyone’s attention. I see individuals stop what they’re doing on their respective boats and yachts. They watch curiously as our odd trio passes by.

Our destination is a fancy sailboat at the end of the dock. Our itinerary includes a leisurely day trip out into the Gulf of Mexico. But it includes one small, yet significant distinction…

For me it’s a one-way trip. I won’t be coming back.

I feel every eye upon us, every eye upon me. They all watch curiously, yet no one speaks. No one lifts a finger to assist me.

Everyone is watching, yet I am not rescued. I have no friends here. Can’t they see I’m bound? Don’t they see the block in Jake’s hands? Doesn’t anything move these people??

Apparently not. After all, this is Cancun. They’ve probably seen it all.

Maybe they’ve been taught not to jump to conclusions. Maybe they think this young American slut is being taken out for some kinky fun. Maybe they’ve simply learned not to butt in.

I see them turn back to their duties without another glance at me. Is it because they truly don’t know the dilemma I’m in? Or is it just that they don’t care? They calmly return to their everyday lives with an attitude that says, “Show’s over; everyone back to work!”

A part of me wants to cry out for help, to plead with these bystanders to intervene. I want someone to show some compassion and humanity. Stop these two I used to call my friends before they take me out to sea where I’ll never be heard from again.

But I do not cry out. For some reason I can’t even open my mouth. The knowledge of what they’re about to do to me is affecting me in ways I cannot fully fathom.

I numbly follow along like a lamb to the slaughter. There is a lump in my throat as my throbbing cunt gets wetter by the moment. All I can do is march forward, my attention fixed on the back of Jake’s head.

I realize to my utter horror that my premonitions were 100% correct. I’m never going to see Stephanie again. My slave-boy back in the Northwest will never know what happened to me.

We reach the sailboat and come to the little gangway. Jake abruptly stops and crisply turns to face me. He deliberately displays to me the concrete block in his hands.

His eyes flash evilly. Clearly he wants to remind me what’s in store for me this trip. I come to a halt and inhale sharply as I stare at the ominous block of cement.

My fear ratchets up another notch. But so does my arousal. I find myself trembling like crazy.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the object of my destruction. My breath catches excitedly in my throat. A streamer of my arousal slithers sensuously down my inner thighs.

“Let’s go, missy!” Andria hisses into my ear as she jerks on my arm. “It’s time for your last boat ride!”

She forces me up onto the walkway with a hideous cackle. I shudder from a mixture of anxiety and immense arousal. Then I leave the dock and my last taste of solid ground for the very last time.

She marches me right on board. Then it’s directly to the steps that lead down to the cabin below. I’m left with no time to admire the vessel’s fine exterior.

At the bottom of the steps we pass through an open door into a lavish interior. I’m stopped at a cushioned bench near the stairs. That’s where Andria turns me around.

She forcibly sits me down with an “UUMPH”. “Wait here, bitch!” she orders sternly while waving a finger at me. “I’ve got to go back up and help Jake shove off! Don’t move or it’ll go far worse on you!” Then she turns and heads out the door and back up the steps to the deck above, leaving me alone to contemplate my fate.

My heart hammers in my chest as a swirl of thoughts and emotions dance in my head. I’ve fantasized many times about meeting my untimely end. But I never expected it would be at the hands of my roommate and her boyfriend. I figured it would have come as a result of some car accident… perhaps the result of a stupid disease.

Andria has always warned me about being careful when I’m in the water. I don’t know how many times she’s told me she never wants to hear I somehow managed to drown myself. Now here I am, sitting in some sailboat in a foreign country, about to be taken out to sea and then tossed overboard by my best friend and her conspiring boyfriend.

You think you know someone…

The problem is: I can’t even fight to save myself. My deep, dark fantasies have left me vulnerable. I’m helpless to resist them.

Surely Andria knows this. That’s why it was so easy for her and Jake to tie me up and then tell me what they were going to do to me. From there it was a simple case of marching me out to the harbor the way they did.

A part of me thinks they will only go so far before they put a stop to everything. That’s what I’m counting on. But something deep inside me tells me this is for real.

They’re taking me all the way. It terrifies me, yet excites the hell out of me. I know I’m simply not going to be able to resist them.

I’m shaking like a leaf just thinking about it. My bikini bottoms are soaked clear through. I should try to fight, try to find some way of escape. But I can’t.

The fantasy of drowning is overpowering. It’s my one and only kryptonite. The thought of it leaves me weak and helpless.

Damn you, Andria! I was counting on you to watch over me. Now you’re going to tie my ankles to that damned concrete block. Then you’re going to throw me overboard. I’d hate you if I wasn’t so damned excited!

I detect movement in the craft I’m sitting inside. That’s when I realize we’ve left the dock and are on our way out to sea. That triggers a new round of excitement within me.

I can’t help shivering erotically as my pussy oozes my arousal. I feel like I’m going to cum any second now! There’s no turning back; this is happening! They’re really going to toss me overboard with my ankles tied to that block!

I stiffen as a rush of warmth flows through my body. I shudder as a small orgasm overtakes me. I’m amazed I’ve been able to hold off this long. But I know it’s only going to get worse.

I don’t know how long it’s going to take to get where we’re going. But I know it’s going to be pure agony the entire time. A part of me doesn’t want this to happen. Yet a part of me can’t wait.

I hear the clatter of Andria’s boots as she descends the steps. I watch as she emerges from the doorway. “We’re on our way, missy,” she says with a wicked grin. “Won’t be much longer until I get to toss your sorry ass over the side. I hope you’re enjoying each breath you’re getting right now. Because once we get where we’re going, you’ll be sucking down ocean water.”

Her eyes flash sadistically as my pussy spasms with excitement. Her words set me to trembling again. Then she frowns as she makes a show of sniffing the air in the cabin.

“What’s this shit?” she asks, anger building in her voice.

She walks right up to me and sniffs again. That’s when I detect the strong aroma of my arousal from my soaked bottoms. She smells it too.

“Are you excited, bitch?? Does the thought of being tossed over the side so you can sleep with the fishes turn you on?”

I shake my head in denial. I’m afraid of what she might do to me if I appear to be too eager. “LIAR!” she roars.

I jerk and tremble as she roughly crams her hand down inside my bottoms to confirm how wet I am. To make sure, she works a couple fingers inside my quivering cunt. I inhale sharply before shuddering as she worms them around.

She pulls them out and shoves them in my face accusingly. “You ARE excited; AREN’T you, you little SLUT!”

It comes out instinctively. “NO! I’M SORRY -”

“SILENCE!” she roars.

She grabs me by my chin, shaking my head. Then she forces my mouth open. “CLEAN ‘EM OFF!”

Andria sticks her cum-covered fingers into my mouth. I tremble as I dutifully suck my arousal off her fingers. I continue until she’s satisfied enough to pull them out.

She turns toward the doorway as though contemplating something. Then she speaks upward toward the deck. “We have a little time to kill before we get there. Might as well make the most of it.”

She turns back to look at me. I see a dangerous glint in her eye. Then she quietly makes her way to the door before gently closing it.

“There’s no need to disturb the captain over this. He has enough on his mind as it is.” Then she turns and stares at me like a cat licking its chops at a cornered mouse.

I know I’m in for it as she strides over, grabs me by my arm and jerks me upright. “On your feet, bitch!” she growls. I can’t help crying out.

She forces me deeper into the vessel until we come to the main cabin. Andria roughly shoves me forward. I lose my balance, pitching forward onto the bed with an “OOMMPPHH!”

“So you’re all excited, eh missy?” I hear her rummage through a drawer. “Well, we’ll just see about that. Don’t move, bitch – I think I’ve got something for you.”

What’s she going to do to me?? My face is buried in the bedspread. I have no clue what she’s doing behind me. What’s more, I can’t stop trembling with anticipation.

I hear movement and the occasional grunt. Then there’s nothing but silence. Finally I hear, “Yeah… THAT hits the spot!”

There’s a hint of something sexual in her voice. I feel my arousal leak out of my pussy to drip onto the bed. Then I hear, “You ready for your last request, missy?”

I cry out into the bedspread, feeling terribly aroused. I feel her jerk on my legs until they are draped off the edge of the bed. My ass hangs out, dangerously exposed.

There are two quick jerks on the strings on either side of my waist. Then my bottoms are yanked free. That’s when I feel her hand on my soaked pussy.

She thrusts a couple of fingers inside. I can’t help clamping onto them. What is she going to do next??

I grunt as she thrusts hard… “UUUNNNGGGHHH!”

“The bitch wants it!” she declares sadistically as she yanks her fingers back out. “I guess I’d better give it to her, hadn’t I!”

I feel it press up against my opening. It slowly inches its way inside. Ohmygawd; she’s going to–

“Maybe I should call this ‘My last request’ instead of yours, you fuckin’ whore… although you might as well enjoy yourself before I drown your ass. I know I’m sure as hell going to enjoy myself!” Then she slams it home.

It rips a scream out of my lungs that’s muffled by the bedspread…

Andria rapes me for the better part of an hour. She alternates between fucking my pussy in every imaginable position and then forcing me to deep-throat the black strap-on she’s wearing. She loves making me suck it clean before shoving it back into my throbbing cunt.

My body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm. She gives me very few chances to catch my breath. It’s nearly impossible to pull air into your starving lungs when you’ve got a dildo shoved halfway down your throat.

To make matters worse, the bitch keeps me in a constant state of partial asphyxiation. Sometimes it’s by shoving my face into the bedspread as she fucks me from behind. Sometimes she wraps her hands around my throat while she’s on top of me.

Andria delights in telling me how excited she’s going to be watching the air burst out of my mouth as I drown. She proves it by frequently denying me a decent breath as she taunts me. She keeps asking me how it feels before telling me I’d better get damned used to it.

Those breathless orgasms are the worst. When they hit I feel like my body’s going to explode as my lungs struggle to pull oxygen into my system. That’s when the bitch pulls me off the bed onto my knees forcing me to suck it clean again.

Andria loves depriving me of a reasonable lungful of air. Then she throws me back onto the bed. It starts all over again until I wonder if I’ll even survive making it to my drop-off point.

The grand finale occurs when she throws me face down onto the bed. Andria fucks my pussy hard from behind, getting her strap-on all wet and lubricated. Then she pulls it out before slowly forcing it into my ass.

The bedspread muffles my screams as she anally rapes me. She gleefully tells me to take it up the ass before she drowns me. I’m hit by a devastating orgasm that literally shakes me to my core.

She finally stops and rolls me over onto my still bound arms. I gaze weakly up at the ceiling, a defenseless, shattered wreck. As a last act, she removes her strap-on, climbs on top of me and forces me to lick her messy cunt clean.

I’m numb all over. My tongue is barely able to function. Somehow I manage.

She verbalizes how she needs to clean me up before I go to my death. With her shaved snatch hovering over my face, she bends down and licks everything up around my quivering hole. I smell her arousal as I feel her tongue all over my labia. Then I shudder once more until one final orgasm sends me off into oblivion…
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I’m not sure how long I’m out. I’m jerked awake as she yanks me to the edge of the bed and up into a sitting position. “We’re here, missy!” she hisses at me with wicked glee. “You’ve only got a few minutes left, so you’d better make the most of them.” A moment later I hear a faint “All hands on deck!” from somewhere above me. It’s Jake’s voice.

My stomach lurches as my heart leaps into my throat. Once more my pussy starts to moisten with anticipation. A moment later I hear what sounds like a faint splash.

I turn with a jerk to identify the source. The anchor perhaps? That’s when Andria grabs my chin and forces me to look into her leering face.

“You hear that, missy? You’re gonna make a bigger splash than that pretty soon! Now stand up, girl – it’s time for you to die!” There’s amusement in her voice.

I tremble like crazy as she stands me up. My hardened nipples press against the fabric of my bikini top. As if in a trance I allow Andria to escort me out of the cabin and up the stairs to the main deck. I feel weak, helpless and dizzy; unable to do anything other than submit to my fate.

Jake’s waiting for us at the top of the steps, still in his uniform. In his outstretched hands is the object of my impending demise. There’s a coil of rope wrapped around it, one end threaded through and secured to the eye bolt in the top. I inhale sharply as I set my eyes upon it yet again.

The sight of it with the rope now attached to it makes my pussy drip copiously. I don’t think I’m suicidal. Yet I find myself shaking from a terrible excitement. They’re about to drown me, yet I’m too weak and sexually aroused to resist.

Jake motions with his head toward the port side of the vessel. Andria roughly escorts me along the railing to the back of the sailboat. She stops me near the bench that crosses the stern.

She roughly spins me around so that I’m facing forward. Then she crisply steps aside, still in her shiny black boots. The captain walks forward, bends down and deposits the block right in front of my feet, nylon coils and all.

All I can do is stare down at it with a wild look in my eyes. “Secure the prisoner to the object of her execution!” Jake’s words send a shiver of erotic terror coursing through my body.

I almost cum right then and there. My heart hammers in my chest. “Aye-aye, captain,” my roommate says much too eagerly.

Andria turns and gives me an evil smile as she bends down at my feet. She lovingly caresses my calves before taking the end of the rope and wrapping it around my ankles. She makes sure the knot is tight.

She gives it one last tug to make sure it’s secure. I inhale sharply as a low moan slips out of my mouth. Then she rises and turns toward her boyfriend.

“Finished, captain.”

“Very well. Remove the prisoner’s garments. She is to be executed wearing nothing but what she wore the day she came into this world.”

“Yes, captain.” They certainly are playing it up.

I pant heavily as Andria turns back to me, giving me a lascivious grin. She reaches behind my back and slowly pulls on one end of the string. The knot comes loose, instantly causing the two small triangles of material to dangle loosely over my heaving breasts.

She reaches behind my neck and ever so slowly pulls on one end of the string there. A moment later that knot comes loose as well. My bikini top falls away, exposing my painfully rock-hard nipples.

The top dangles by the end of the string she still holds between her fingers. Andria turns and holds it out toward her boyfriend. “What shall I do with this, captain?”

“Toss it overboard,” Jake says as he motions with his head. “The prisoner no longer has need of it. Neither do we.”

“Aye, sir.”

Andria turns back toward me and grins as she flicks the flimsy garment over the side. All I can do is stare at her as if in a daze. An erotic quiver ripples through me once again.

“Now the bottoms.”

“Yes, captain!”

Oh, fuck! They’re both going to see how wet I am!

That lustful grin returns. She looks into my eyes as she slowly pulls on a string on the left side of my waist. The knot comes free until I gasp as a twinge of embarrassment creeps up my face.

Andria’s grin gets even bigger as her hand moves to my right side and finds another string. She pulls slowly as though dragging all this out. Her eyes twinkle as I tremble like mad.

The knot comes undone, my soaked bottoms falling away to dangle in her hand. What’s revealed is my recently shaved pussy, engorged labia and dripping cunt. Andria lifts the mess to her nose and inhales deeply. My face flushes red with humiliation.

“Dispose of those at once.”

“Yes, captain.”

I see a twinge of regret in Andria’s face as she tosses them overboard. Did she want to keep them as a souvenir? She looks over the side with longing in the direction the bottoms went before turning her attention back to me.

She lustfully looks me up and down before turning back to her boyfriend. “Permission to fondle the prisoner, captain?”

“Permission granted.”

The first thing Andria goes for are my quivering breasts and erect nipples. Her soft hands brush my pale skin. It sends little jolts shooting through my severely aroused body, pulling a whimper out of my quivering lips.

She slowly runs her hands up and down my trembling flesh. I see the longing in her eyes. Does she really want to drown me??

She turns back toward her boyfriend. “Permission to taunt and molest the prisoner one last time?”

“Permission granted,” Jake replies with a smirk.

Andria turns and roughly grabs my chin. She fiercely hisses, “I’m SO going to enjoy watching you drown, you little whore!” Then she lashes out and pinches my nose shut before kissing me violently, plunging her tongue down my throat as she takes what she wants.

My eyes widen in alarm as I try to hold my breath. But on a good day Andria can hold it just as long as I can. She can hold it even longer if she catches me unexpectedly, just as she’s done right now.

It isn’t long before my lungs start to heave. The labors of my arousal stream down my legs as I start to squirm. I struggle, desperate to pull air into my lungs. But Andria won’t let up.

As I try to pull away, she uses her free hand to hold my head close. There’s nothing I can do but suck on the stale air from her lungs. She denies me even that.

My body shudders as I’m hit with a devastating orgasm. I squirm and struggle in her grip until it passes. She finally breaks away with a little pop, leaving me weak and breathless as I pant heavily. A streamer of drool stretches between our mouths.

“Just giving you a taste of what’s to come, you little whore! I’m looking forward to watching you try to breathe underwater, bitch! There’s just one thing more…”

She slides a hand down my body to my crotch. Andria finds my soaked pussy with a couple fingers. She viciously inserts them, thrusting hard in and out.

I’m instantly hit with another orgasm as my body shudders yet again. My legs go all rubbery on me. Andria has to help me until I can stand on my own.

She lifts her soaked fingers to my face. “Last meal, missy! SUCK ‘EM CLEAN!”

She grips my chin again, forcing my mouth open as she shoves them inside. I suck them clean as best I can. That’s when she begins the final process of mind-raping me before they toss me over the side…

“Are you ready to drown now? Are you ready to die, you miserable whore? Are you ready to take your last breath, you fuckin’ BITCH?”

She finally pulls her fingers out of my mouth. Andria contemptuously shoves my head off to the side with her other hand. “The prisoner is ready!” she spits out.

I inhale sharply. I’m moments away from experiencing my deepest, darkest fantasy. And I can’t stop shaking!

“Very well,” Jake replies. “Remove your footwear.”

Andria quickly unzips and removes her boots. Jake reaches into a nearby cupboard that supposedly contains sailing gear. He produces a pink, oval dive mask in his hands.

When Andria finishes, he hands it to her. She smiles appreciatively as she straps it onto her face. Then she turns to me, giving me an icy, lustful stare.

“Secure the block,” Jake commands, pointing down at it.

Andria bends down and lifts it up. There’s about 4 or 5 feet of slack in the nylon between it and my ankles. It’s just enough for her to lift it up above the rail.

Is this really going to happen?? How far are they going to take me during this incredibly erotic game? My muscles fail me, right at the moment of truth.

Jake is forced to catch me as I start to fall over backward. “Gotcha!” he says, conveniently scooping me into his arms. My feet point in the direction of Andria and the block she holds in her hands.

“Time for you to die, missy,” Andria says to me with a sneer, hefting the block up for me to see.

My eyes widen; they both seem serious. Ohmygawd; is this it? Am I going to drown for real??

My mind screams, ‘TELL ‘EM TO STOP!’ But my throat is dry; my lips won’t move. All I can do is moan helplessly as I tremble like crazy.

I’m mere seconds from being tossed over the side. That’s when I feel it charging toward me like a thunderous avalanche. I struggle frantically to fill my lungs. But my chest is heaving. I’m too worked up, unable to get a decent breath.

If this one hits before I go over the side there’ll be no way in hell I’ll be able to hold my breath for the journey to the bottom. I’ll start to drown right away, even as I’m being dragged down to my death. I’ve never been so scared in all my life… or so unbelievably aroused!

“Shelly, we now commit you to the ocean depths.” Jake says it solemnly. It’s the first time he’s used my name since we left the condo.

“May God have MERCY on your soul. We shall now proceed with the execution.” Then they step over to the edge of the boat.

My breath catches in my throat. When are they going to bring this erotic play to a stop?? With a “One… two… three” I’m over the side.

A scream is ripped out of my throat moments before I hit the water with a mighty splash. A moment later I’m cumming violently. My body jerks and spasms as I feel the nylon tug on my ankles.

The concrete block pulls me down, down, down. A stream of bubbles spew out of my parted lips. I scream away the last of my air supply, incredulous they’ve actually tossed me over.

Bubbles mark my descent as I squirm and thrash about. Then my air is gone, a massive orgasm having stolen it from me. That’s when my lungs open up.

A moment later I’m cumming violently. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s getting darker and colder as I sink to the depths… cold and wet… I’m so wet, wet, wet…. wet……… wet………..wet………………………………………………………………

DAMN, THIS BED IS WET!

The orgasm shudders through my body as the dream starts to fade. I open my eyes and see it’s daylight already. The sound of the splash I made when I was thrown overboard now takes on the familiar sound of the shower in the room next to me. One of my condo mates must already be up.

Gawd; what a dream!

Damn them for keeping me in such an aroused state like they did all last night. No wonder I had that for a dream!

I could hear them going at it after I went to bed. No wonder I dreamed about Andria fucking the shit out of me! It sure sounded like she was getting the shit fucked out of her! Now I’ve got to take a shower and get all cleaned up.

I rise up out of my wet, sticky bed, wondering what the maid will think when she comes in and cleans our condo. I suspect she’s going to find a mess in both beds. She’ll probably think a couple of sluts spent the night in here.

Sighing heavily, I wobble into my private bathroom. I’m grateful Jake had the presence of mind to get a place with two showers. With two females to deal with, he may still have a hard time getting all cleaned up over the next two weeks…

2007; 2020 (written Apr 29 ’07; ed. May 25 ‘20 by riwa)

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 2 Snake-dinner Teri) 4.3 (13)

As we passed through another force field of some sort, the second display came into view. I was instantly reminded of an oversized hamster cage.

The glass enclosure was about 20 feet across, 10 feet deep and 10 feet high with some sort of grating at the top. The floor was covered with wood chips and stuffing of some sort. It was as though someone had ripped a mattress open and had spread the contents all around.

Sitting in the rear corner with her knees up, her arms crossed in front of her, was another naked Teri. She appeared to be frightened out of her wits over where she found herself. When she saw us approach she stood up, rushed up to us and started banging on the glass.

“Let me out of here! Why are you DOING this to me?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” my escort giggled. “You’ll be sah-reeee!”

“HELP ME!” the Teri in the cage begged, pleading with her big brown eyes. “Let me out of here, ok? This place scares me!”

“It should, honey,” her twin giggled at her, cozying up to me. “You’re the main entrée. Don’t you realize you’re in there for our entertainment?”

“Entree? Entertainment??” That’s when she really started pounding on the glass with her fists.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!”

“I wouldn’t do that. Oops – too late.”

‘Microkini Teri’ took my arm and gripped it as the head of a large constrictor poked its head into the cage from an opening in the back wall. It was an opening that hadn’t been there moments ago.

It located the source of the noise. Then it flicked its tongue out as it began to slither inside. That’s when it began to move into the cage, rustling the material on the floor.

Teri heard the noise. She turned with a start… and then screamed bloody murder. But there was nowhere for her to run.

The entire length of the large snake entered the cage. Its body had to be as big around as my upper leg. It was enormous!

She scurried around in full blown panic. Clearly she was trying to avoid the head of the snake. Curiously, it chased her around the cage.

Oddly, it didn’t bite her. Rather, it choose to play with her like a cat plays with a mouse. It herded her here and there with its head, its tongue continuing to flick out. I found myself utterly fascinated as I watched with sadistic interest.

After about a minute of being herded around, Teri suddenly looked down. She was now standing in the midst of one of its coils as the constrictor circled around her. She let out a scream as the snake quickly looped itself around her three times.

Her arms were pinned to her sides. But her lower legs remained free. Teri shrieked as its tongue flicked out over her face.

The poor girl’s screams were abruptly choked off as the snake began to constrict itself tightly around her. Her eyes bugged out in absolute terror. That’s when as she was lifted off the ground, her feet kicking helplessly.

My Teri leaned closer. Then she breathed into my ear. “I think you’re gonna love this part, Master.”

In the cage Teri went over backward as the snake was drawn to her feet. It loosened a coil from around her torso. Then it probed curiously with its head as though interested in something.

Its tongue flicked out, tasting poor Teri’s wet crotch. The girl gasped and shuddered. She seemed quite horrified at her violation.

There was a hissing sound as the tongue flicked and probed. Teri struggled desperately in an effort to pull air into her lungs. Her eyes were open wide as she squirmed in absolute terror.

The tongue flicked out again and again, probing and tasting. The poor girl mewled helplessly. She stiffened and then shuddered in orgasm as her torso instinctively humped outwardly.

“Damn!” my escort breathed in awe, her eyes riveted on the action in the glass cage. “It actually made her cum!”

Her hand was down to her wet crotch. I saw her pull her skimpy bottom piece aside. Then she fingered herself to climax as she watched her helpless doppelganger.

I didn’t know whether to be shocked or amused. She was actually getting off watching her twin in the tank struggle with the snake. I found it strangely erotic, my cock stiffening as I watched.

The snake’s head backed up near Teri’s kicking feet. Its jaws actually dislocated. Then its tongue flicked out once again.

The creature licked her feet as though savoring its tasty prize. Amazingly its coils loosened a little as though it wanted its prey alive. Then it engulfed the wriggling feet into its mouth.

Teri found her voice to scream. Feeling her feet being swallowed sent her into hysterics. She writhed in vain as the snake slowly began swallowing her whole.

It took her legs in up to her calves. It continued pulling her into its mouth until it had swallowed her up to her thighs. Teri stared at us in shock and horror, screaming for us to save her.

Its tongue flicked into her crotch again. Teri’s screams turned to frightened whimpers. Astonishingly, she popped off again… only to cry out when she felt her crotch being engulfed by the gaping jaws.

Cries turned to shrieks as her body continued to be pulled inside by the snake’s interior muscles. She was being swallowed whole… and all while she was still alive! That’s when her screams became more frantic.

Her head shook side to side as she was pulled deeper inside. Her arms remained pinned to her sides by the coils. She was not squeezed to death as they loosened just enough to allow her to be pulled inside the opened jaws.

By the time her large tits reached the outside of its mouth she was in much too far to escape. The remaining coils released their hold on her. I knew right away that she wasn’t coming back out.

I watched in morbid fascination, my cock hard as I absentmindedly stroked it. ‘Microkini Teri’ continued to finger-fuck herself. She kept gasping aloud how hot the whole scene was.

‘Snake-dinner Teri’ (as I called her) writhed and screamed in absolute terror. I quickly turned to see what ‘Stripper Teri’ was doing. After all, I was curious as to her reaction.

She was still dancing. But her eyes were open in horror as she watched what was happening. I could only imagine what terrible thoughts she was thinking, especially concerning what might happen to her were she to prematurely halt her performance.

“She makes a good meal, don’t you think?” my Teri giggled. “I tried to program the snake to eat her feet first. But I think he likes the taste of cum anyway. This way we get to watch her face as she goes right down his gullet. Mmm – mmm; lip-smacking good, don’t you think?”

Then she giggled as she waved at her doppelganger. “Bye–bye, honey! Don’t give the poor thing indigestion!”

In the cage Teri was shaking her head while screaming in absolute terror. I could see her pleading with her eyes for me to save her. But I had become seriously aroused at her predicament.

“You just keep on screaming, honey!” my escort called out to her with amusement as she reached over and grabbed my hardened cock. “I’ll see that Master here gets taken care of! Don’t you worry about a thing!”

The young woman inside the cage was horrified. Surely she realized we were leaving her to become the main entree. A moment later the snake’s tongue licked around her large tits before that part of her body was sucked into its mouth. It left Teri’s head and shoulders sticking out as she wriggled and squirmed in vain.

My escort giggled into my ear. “I hope the poor thing doesn’t get sick and throw up because of all that makeup on his dinner.” She continued to stroke my hard cock as she added, “Don’t worry if you’re horny. It’s ok to get aroused, Master. I know I sure as hell am!”

Teri’s shoulders finally slipped inside, leaving her head twisting and shaking. She cried out, “PLEASE HELP ME! DON’T LET IT EAT ME!” Then its muscles pulled on her body once more until her head slipped inside.

I heard her scream as though from a tunnel. Then the mouth readjusted. The jaws functioned once more as it closed around her crimson strands waving back and forth on her head.

For a second I thought I could still hear muffled cries. I watched breathlessly as the snake continued to swallow a writhing Teri deeper inside its body. Her presence made it twice its size in diameter.

You could clearly tell that what it had swallowed was human. I hadn’t noticed ‘Microkini Teri’ dropping to her knees. But I certainly felt her mouth engulfing my cock as she purred, “Now I get to swallow YOUR snake, Master!”

The movements slowed inside the belly of the snake. I could only wonder if poor Teri was asphyxiating inside there. Maybe the digestive acids were eating away at her.

The bulging form of the swallowed human stopped wriggling entirely. It made me wonder if death had finally claimed her. All that could be seen was the shape of a female with distinctly protruding breasts pushing outward against the snake’s skin. The entire mass continued to move ever so slowly inside the interior of the large reptile.

Teri rose up from her blowjob, giggling as she left it unfinished. Then she looked into the glass cage as the snake seemed to curl up and settle in for a long digestive process.

“I hope he doesn’t need an antacid, Master. I don’t think I can find one big enough for him. I think she’ll digest rather nicely in there though. He must have had quite the crush on her as it looked like he made her cum a couple more times inside before she succumbed.”

She chuckled at her pun. Then she winked at me before murmuring, “How’d you like that one, Master?”

“Very creative.”

I smiled at her. She purred as she gave me a long, lingering kiss. Then she winked at me before asking, “Ready for the next one?”

I nodded my head. That’s when she took my arm and led me off to the next one.

2010; 2020 (written May 22 ’10; ed. Sep. 25 ‘20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.2 (9)

Coming November rewards

A series about a woman named Katia who is being trained for something special.
A pool encounter with the neighborhood Karen.
The US-UK drowning tournament voting quarterfinals.
A series of shorts about older women.
Teri’s last house party.
Terminated – the email.
Her first electrocution. Sounds painful.
A club series about a woman named Aravanna who is attracted to the guillotine.
A scifi fanfiction about a girl named Chloe in a floating city with Counselor Troi.
A Miss Woodcock noose short.
And I might throw in a bonus story or two.

September stories/rewards will fall off at the end of October to make room for November rewards.

I’ve made an effort to apply some self-discipline this month. My goal is to work on at least one story a day. So far, I have worked on 25 stories through today. That does not include shorts I have done that could serve as a springboard to a larger story.

I have three stories in progress. I’ve worked on a waterfall story involving three women and a yoga instructor. I’ve even worked on more tales involving Victor’s guillotine. So I’ve been working on my creativity for you.

We got our first snow of the season yesterday morning. But it melted off quickly. It will be interesting to see how much snow and moisture we get this year. The river is looking a little low, although I understand we are faring better than rivers in other parts of the country and the world.

Mom is doing better. Lately, she’s been fixing a pot of chili with beans and seasonings. But it’s always too much for her. That means I usually get her leftovers. But what mom cooks, I eat as I like what she fixes. She sends it home to me in a Tupperware bowl, and I clean the bowl and send it back to her. So we call them boomerang bowls for the way they come home with me full of food and then return to mom empty and cleaned.

I’m appreciative I still have mom to eat lunch with and to go on drives. And I’m especially appreciative of all of you. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The consequences of snooping (an Emma story) 3.9 (22)

It was a high-end hotel with a high-end clientele. It was the perfect job for a snoop like Emma. As a housekeeper, the petite little Asian loved nosing around in the rooms of the guests, especially when there might be something interesting to find.

She wasn’t a thief, not in the truest sense of the word anyway. She never went into a room with the intention of taking anything of value. She always left alone any money or jewels she discovered.

On the other hand, there was always the temptation of discovering something she couldn’t resist. She was always on the lookout for something that might aid her in getting a little high. So she wasn’t adverse to the possibility of swiping someone’s stash of drugs.

She wore a sexy French maid outfit with management’s approval. It served her well, helping to get her out of trouble on more than one occasion. Feigning innocence and batting her eyelashes while displaying her outfit was usually enough to get her off the hook.

Whenever she got into deeper trouble, she always used her fallback position. That included apologizing profusely, followed by offering to get down on her knees and using her mouth if necessary. That tactic had also served her well.

The number of guests she’d sucked was growing. Cock was her favorite part of the male anatomy. Sometimes she would snoop around just enough to get herself into trouble, a situation that would ultimately lead to her swallowing someone’s “protein shake”.

Getting caught by females was another matter entirely. She was usually able to slither her way out of trouble with them. But sometimes she was forced to use other methods.

One rather unfortunate predicament resulted in a hot and heavy make-out session with an attractive woman as her way of apologizing. Another bitch had forced her to please her orally in order to keep from losing her job. Emma had dutifully complied, but not after putting up a bit of a protest… well, just enough to push the buttons of the rather annoyed guest.

Those were the times that getting herself out of trouble had proved to be the most erotic. Emma loved the thrill of getting caught, an event that was usually followed by offering up some sexual favor in order to get herself off the hook. The mischievous little Asian thrived on the risks she took, mostly because they often led to some rather forced – yet highly erotic – rewards.

Today she found herself slipping into “risk-mode” again as she pushed her housekeeping cart down the hallway. It had been awhile, and she was feeling in the mood to do a little snooping around. A chance encounter with a door propped open seemed just the thing to whet her appetite.

“Housekeeping!” she called out as she dutifully knocked on the door. There was no response. She cautiously looked up and down the hall before carefully slipping inside.

Her heart beat rapidly the way it usually did whenever she was in the middle of taking another unnecessary risk. She soon discovered she was in the suite of a high-paying guest. She licked her lips with anticipation as she looked all around.

Surely there had to be something interesting lying around in here. Was it possible she might find a bag of weed? What if the guest was involved in something illegal?

Tingling with excitement, Emma began a careful search of the room. She nosed all around the living area, finding little of interest. Then she slipped into the adjacent bedroom.

This was where she usually hit the mother lode. Emma headed straight for the dresser. But she found nothing of interest.

She’d just opened and closed the last drawer when she heard someone clear their throat. She stood up with a start, only to see a middle-aged woman of Spanish descent standing there glaring at her with her hands on her hips. Emma got the distinct impression she’d been standing there silently watching her the entire time.

The woman seemed strangely familiar to her, as though she’d seen her somewhere before. The guest was not that much taller than her. Thus, it gave Emma a sense of confidence, believing she should be able to talk her way out of this particular situation.

“Find what you were looking for?” the woman asked coldly, her eyes narrowing with menace.

“You startled me!” the little housekeeper blurted out. “I was just checking to see if you had everything you needed!”

“The housekeepers I know usually don’t go snooping around in other people’s dressers. You weren’t taking the sheets off the bed. And you certainly weren’t gathering up wet towels. So would you mind telling me what the hell you think you were looking for in there?”

“I wasn’t looking for anything!” Emma protested innocently. “I announced myself outside the door, but nobody answered!”

“So that gives you the right to come inside and snoop around? What’s the matter, hun? Can’t read the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign I hung on the handle outside the door?”

Emma had deliberately ignored the sign. Now she felt a massive surge of erotic tingles at having been so blatantly caught. But it was probably time to try extricating herself out of the situation.

“It was an honest mistake!” she blurted out in protest. “I was just collecting towels and I thought I heard someone in the bedroom is all! I was looking around to see if someone was still in the room so I could come in and clean!”

“Looking to see if someone was still in the room, eh? So tell me, hun. Who did you expect to find in that dresser? Tiny Tim?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Emma replied, lowering her head while becoming all apologies. “My mistake. Since someone is still in here and hasn’t checked out yet, I’ll just be on my way. Sorry for troubling you.”

The petite little Asian housekeeper had just started to step past the guest when she was abruptly shoved backward. “Not so fast!” the Hispanic woman declared ominously. “You can’t just snoop around inside my dresser and then expect to walk away unscathed!”

Emma blurted out in protest, “I told you I was just looking to see if you needed anything! If you’ll just let me go, I’ve got other rooms to attend to!”

Once more she started to move past the hotel guest. And once again she was shoved backward. “Hey!” the petite Asian sputtered in protest as her erotic tingles intensified. “There’s no call for that! I need to get back to work!”

“It’s not as simple as that,” the woman told her threateningly. “I’d say I’ve caught myself a little hotel thief. I think management needs to be informed as to the nature of your nosey little activities. Don’t you?”

Emma gulped nervously. Then she boldly took a step forward. “I am NOT a thief!” she protested, her chest swelling indignantly. “I told you I was just in here checking on…”

“I know what you were checking on,” the woman interrupted coldly. “You housekeeping bitches are all alike… sneaking in and stealing what you can. The lot of you should be horse-whipped.”

Emma indignantly blustered, “Are you calling me a thief?”

“I’m calling you a thief AND a liar!”

“I don’t have to put up with this!” the Asian blurted out, shivering like mad from incredibly erotic tingles. “I’m a hard-working employee! There’s no reason for you to treat me like this! I told you it was an honest mistake! What more do you want?!”

The female guest wasn’t the least bit convinced. “Tell me, you little thief. How many rooms HAVE you broken into today?”

“I don’t break in!” Emma shot back. “I told you I was sorry; ok? Nothing’s been taken! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work!”

Once more Emma tried to brush past her. This time the woman lashed out angrily with her hand, wrapping her fingers around Emma’s throat while pushing her back against a wall.

The petite little Asian gasped and gurgled. Her eyes were wide as her pussy throbbed like crazy. This was becoming incredibly erotic… and more than a little precarious!

“Yes, you little piece of shit! I think you and I SHOULD be getting back… getting back to your manager so we can have a nice little talk about how you were snooping around in my room. Does that sound good to you?”

Emma struggled to pry the woman’s fingers off from around her neck. “I’m sorry!” she gasped breathlessly, her pussy screaming at her from the danger she now found herself in. “Let me go! What do you want from me? I’ll do… *GAWK* anything you want!”

The Hispanic woman responded with a laugh. “Is this your pathetic little attempt at bribing me, you little thief? Are you offering me money or something?”

She squeezed just a little tighter with her fingers, licking her lips as though she was enjoying herself. “Whatever!” Emma gasped anxiously. “Just let me go!”

The frightened Asian clawed at the hands round her neck. She was painfully aware this bitch was far stronger than she was despite their similarity in height. She could end up in real trouble here!

“You little thief!” the woman spat out, abruptly letting her go. “You can’t afford me! I’m rich and famous, you know? I really ought to march your sorry ass down to your manager!”

Emma gasped wildly for breath, rubbing her neck where it had been squeezed. Then she desperately reached out toward her with pleading eyes. “Don’t do that, ok?” she wheezed, frantically shaking her head. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll make it up to you! Please!” She was still incredibly aroused. But now the number one priority was saving her job.

The Hispanic woman appeared to stop and consider the matter. “Make it up to me?” she repeated curiously.

“Yes; I’ll make it up to you!”

“Anything I want?”

Emma though she saw light at the end of the tunnel… light and a prolonged erotic encounter. Her pussy was wet from the encounter. “Yes – yes! Anything you want!”

Emma held her breath, hoping the hotel guest would go for it. “Interesting,” the woman mused thoughtfully. Then she stepped forward, grabbing Emma by the chin. “Very interesting. An intriguing offer!”

She appeared to look the trembling Asian up and down with great interest. Emma shuddered from a terrible arousal, afraid she was going to cum right in front of the sexy bitch. That would be humiliating as hell!

“Perhaps we can come to some small arrangement,” the Hispanic sighed, acting as though it was a very great concession on her part.

Her eyes narrowed coldly as she looked hard at the trembling housekeeper. “Very well. Meet me down in the hotel swimming pool tonight after midnight. Meet me down there and I’ll THINK about not telling your manager!”

“Swimming pool??” Emma gasped in surprise as a new flood of erotic tingles hit her heard.

“Are you deaf?” the woman growled menacingly.

She lashed out and grabbed her by the neck, threatening to choke her once more. She certainly appeared to enjoy strangling insolent housekeepers. Emma rasped for breath, on the verge of a massive climax.

“I said ‘meet me down in the hotel swimming pool after midnight’! Do I make myself clear?”

For some reason Emma just had to push one more button. “And if I refuse?”

It was the wrong thing to say…

The guest’s eyes narrowed coldly as she squeezed harder. “I can think of several unpleasant things that could happen to a little thief like you, honey. You might simply disappear off the face of the earth. No one would ever find you again. Do I make myself clear?”

The frightened Asian gasped and gurgled, her pussy tingling like crazy over the trouble she found herself in. The Hispanic bitch was saying terribly arousing things. Still, maybe it was time for self-preservation to kick in?

“I said… ‘do I make myself CLEAR’??” For emphasis, the woman slammed Emma back against the wall.

“They’re clear – they’re clear!” the frightened housekeeper gasped, struggling to get the words out past her constricted throat. “I’ll be there… swimming pool… midnight!”

The woman let her go. Emma coughed and wheezed as she tried to get her breath back, wincing as she fought to hold her impending orgasm at bay. Then the Hispanic woman reached down and grabbed her little nametag, fingering it while staring intently at it.

“Emma, is it?” she sneered. “Well, Emma. My name’s Salma. Perhaps you may have heard of me? No matter!” Then she paused before looking at the trembling Asian with menace in her eyes.

“I think you should know I’m a woman not to be trifled with. I mean business, honey, and you’d best not forget it. It wouldn’t be wise to piss me off, if you know what I mean. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emma replied meekly as she nodded her head. “It’s clear.”

“You WILL be down at the hotel pool by midnight; correct?”

“Yes, ma’am; I will!”

“Very good. Because if you’re not, we’re going to end up having ourselves another little chat. And I can assure you, it will not be nearly as pleasant as this one has been. If you cross me, you’ll find yourself wishing you had only lost your job instead of what I’m going to do to you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Emma nodded vigorously. She was trembling so bad she was afraid she was going to orgasm right there in front of the ominous sounding guest.

“That will be all,” the woman said with a dismissive wave as she turned away. “Now SCAT!”

Emma rushed out of the room. She reached her cart and pushed it a couple doors down until she found a room she’d already cleaned. She snatched up her master keycard, opened the door, rushed inside…

…and then winced and shuddered, moaning softly as it crashed over her, a monster of an orgasm that left her weak and breathless…

Emma was down at the indoor pool at a quarter to midnight wearing her tight, black Speedos. It was cut well up her thighs, and it accented her chest, although she had small breasts. It was the sexiest swimsuit she had, and she’d worn it deliberately.

The decision to come down to the pool wasn’t all that hard to make. She really couldn’t risk losing her job, and she wasn’t about to call Salma’s bluff. But there was also something else at play.

Emma was drawn to the attractive, middle-aged Hispanic, and she couldn’t help herself. She was also an incurable flirt, as well as a mischievous imp. The thought of getting under the woman’s skin was simply too irresistible to ignore, especially since she could earn herself some delicious tingles by being abused in and underwater. It was a calculated risk, but it was one she was more than willing to take.

She casually swam a few laps back and forth while keeping an eye on the door to the hall. She was already tingling with anticipation over what Salma might do to her. The woman had certainly given her a long, lingering look back in the room. With a little luck, this could turn out to be an erotic night to remember.

The door swung open a couple minutes after midnight. Emma watched the proud Hispanic stride in. She was wearing a reddish-brown two-piece that seriously accented her cleavage.

It looked like it was designed to be more ornamental than functional. For some reason Emma got this mental image of an Egyptian princess, one that was not to be trifled with. She couldn’t help drooling with desire as the tingles renewed all over again.

“I see you’re down here,” Salma observed dryly. “How sensible of you.”

“You didn’t leave me much choice!” Emma shot back indignantly. It was time to start pushing buttons again… time to see just how far she could poke the bear and still get away with it.

“Aren’t WE insolent tonight,” the middle-aged woman replied sourly. “Not too concerned about keeping our job, are we?”

“Let’s just get this over with; ok?” the defiant little Asian retorted. “I have to get up in the morning and report back here for work, you know!”

“Not if you don’t have a job, you don’t.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

The woman shrugged her shoulders as she turned toward the door. Then she calmly asked, “Shall we go have a little conversation with the night clerk?”

“No; wait!” Emma blurted out, her heart racing as her lady parts tingled. “I’m here, ok? You don’t have to do that. I’ll do what you want; all right? So what do you want from me?”

Salma casually replied, “Oh, nothing much. I just want to watch you swim around a little, you little thief.”

“I’m NOT a thief!”

“Just get your ass underwater and swim back and forth for me before I feel encouraged to shorten our time together. I’m sure the night clerk would be most happy to give me the number to your manager if I were to ask for it.”

“Underwater?” Emma protested. “But I’ll have to hold my breath!”

“That’s right. You’re brighter than I thought! Now I suggest you get to it, you little thief.”

“Stop calling me that!”

The Hispanic woman casually turned toward the door as she quietly muttered, “I wonder how quickly one can have an insolent thief fired from her job?”

Emma felt a jolt of arousal as she lifted up her hands in resignation. “All right – all right; I’m going! There’s no need to bring my manager into this!” Then she took a deep breath and slipped under the surface before launching herself off the wall toward the opposite end of the pool.

She released a few bubbles out of her nose as she swam the entire length underwater. The fact the woman wanted her below the surface was an ominous sign. She felt another surge of erotic tingles as she wondered just how long she was going to be forced to hold her breath before their encounter came to a conclusion.

She reached the far wall and surfaced in an explosion of bubbles. Emma turned to look at the woman who now literally held her job in the palm of her hands. “Satisfied?” she called out defiantly.

“Just get your little Asian ass back underwater!” Salma called back.

“Spanish pervert!” Emma muttered under her breath, just loud enough for the woman to hear.

“What did you say?” The Hispanic woman had her hands on her hips and appeared to be fuming.

Emma quickly slipped under the surface, her eyes flashing mischievously. She almost giggled as she kicked with her legs, pulling smoothly with her arms as air trickled out of her nose. Emma felt another erotic shudder as she wondered what price she was going to have to pay for that last bit of verbal stupidity.

As she approached the wall in the shallow end, a set of legs suddenly landed in the water right in front of her. Strong hands reached down, grabbing her by the arms and jerking her head up out of the water. “What did you call me?” the woman growled angrily.

“Nothing,” Emma muttered as another jolt of erotic tingles hit her hard. “I was just getting my breath is all.”

“Don’t give me that!” Salma snorted, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I know you called me something. Now what did you call me, you mouthy little thief?”

“I said I can’t believe you want me to swim back and forth!” Emma shot back stubbornly. “Now I suppose I’d better get back to the other end of the pool the way you want me to… MA’AM!” She emphasized the last word sullenly, deliberately pushing the woman’s buttons again.

Emma felt her heart skip a beat as she gasped for breath. She quickly slipped under the surface, wondering if she’d pushed things a little too far. Then she started swimming back toward the opposite wall…

“WHY YOU LITTLE SHIT!” A moment later she heard Salma swimming hard after her up at the surface.

Uh –oh…

The woman was hard on her heels, churning the water at the surface with her arms. Emma swam just as fast as she could, bubbling like crazy as her heart pounded in her chest. But a hand snagged her ankle just as she reached the deep end of the pool.

She was jerked back, burbling in protest as the two briefly wrestled together. It quickly became clear to her that Salma was much more athletic in the water despite their mere two inch difference in height. Emma knew she was in big trouble, and it gave her a massive jolt of erotic tingles.

Emma popped up out of the water, gasping and sputtering indignantly. “Hey; what’d you do that for?”

“Spanish pervert??” Salma roared angrily, clearly infuriated. Obviously she’d heard Emma’s ill-advised choice of words.

“Let’s see how long you can hold your fucking breath, you little thief!” Then the foolish little Asian was shoved down below the surface.

Emma grunted in alarm, her body tingling like mad as her pussy ached for a sexual release. Now she was really in for it… and she was terribly aroused! She was also a little nervous, wondering if perhaps she’d pushed the enraged woman just a bit too far.

She was pulled back up; gasping, sputtering and protesting. But there was no chance of getting her breath back. Almost immediately the petite little Asian housekeeper was shoved right back down below the surface.

Her feet came in contact with the pool bottom as she bubbled out of her mouth and nose. But it did her no good. She was unable to push herself back up against the hands that gripped her shoulders.

Her lungs began to strain as she instinctively put up a struggle. She tried to break free, but she was caught in a surprisingly strong grip. Then she was abruptly pulled back up, gasping and sputtering like crazy.

“So you think I’m a Spanish pervert, do you?” the woman growled menacingly.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID – ARGHURBLURBLE!” Back down she went in a flurry of bubbles and a surge of erotic tingles. This time Emma decided it was best to focus less on resisting and more on holding her breath.

She tried to relax and concentrate on keeping her breath in her lungs. But it felt like she was being held under much longer. Her lungs began to strain until she couldn’t help herself.

Emma began to thrash about in growing panic. Air spewed out of her mouth until she was jerked back up, gasping like crazy. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” she sputtered in protest. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS, YOU KNOW!”

“Not if you have an accident in the water, you little thief! Then you won’t be breathing a word to anyone!” And with that she was forced back down.

Emma felt a jolt of horrific tingles at the implied threat. Her pussy was screaming at her, her body on fire from a fearful arousal. Once more she tried to relax and hold her breath. But her lungs were already heaving, and she felt a surge of growing panic.

Once more Emma started to thrash about, bubbles spewing out of her mouth. She was jerked back up until her head popped up out of the water. When she looked at her adversary she saw that Salma wore the expression of an angry woman who was clearly enjoying herself.

“ALL RIGHT – ALL RIGHT; YOU WIN!!” the exhausted Asian sputtered in resignation. “I GIVE UP – I GIVE UP!”

To her complete and utter shock, Salma pulled her close and kissed her lips hard. Emma moaned weakly, her eyes rolling as her body shivered with incredible tingles at the change in tactics. It was erotic beyond belief.

She responded almost instinctively, kissing the fiery Hispanic deeply in return. ‘Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all!’ she thought with growing excitement.

Salma pushed her away, holding her at arm’s length. As Emma looked at her face, she got the terribly erotic impression of a predator sizing up its prey. Then with a cackle of sadistic pleasure, the woman forced her back down into the water…

Oh, SHIT!

Emma cried out in surprise, bubbles frothing up to the surface. This was the last thing she’d expected, being seduced before being brutally submerged. Her body sang with wildly erotic tingles as she wriggled and squirmed, struggling to hold her breath as her lungs began to strain again.

She was abruptly pulled back up out of the water. Emma gasped madly for breath. Then Salma abruptly jerked her close, brutally kissing her again. Emma moaned weakly into the aggressive woman’s mouth, unable to get her breath back.

When they pulled apart once more, Emma had a dazed look in her eyes. That’s when her tormentor leaned in close, the two of them now treading water in the deep end. “I can drown you anytime I want, you little tart. What do you think about that?”

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as another erotic jolt of tingles hit her hard. She inhaled sharply, whimpering with fright. Then with a cruel laugh Salma shoved her back down below the surface.

Hands gripped her shoulders as though she was locked in a vise, holding her down and keeping her submerged. Emma instinctively started to thrash about again, the woman’s dangerous observation ringing in her ears. If she wasn’t careful, the bitch might actually drown her… and there wouldn’t be a damn thing she could do about it!

She wriggled and squirmed as it swelled within her. Emma winced and bubbled in growing panic. She tried to hold it back as she concentrated on keeping the remaining air inside her lungs. But it was too late, as her chest was already heaving from a breathless inferno.

She looked upward, only to see a very determined face looking down at her with wicked glee. That’s when it struck Emma like a thunderbolt… GAWD; SHE’S REALLY ENJOYING THIS! WHAT IF SHE DECIDES TO DROWN ME??

That horrifying thought is what finally pushed her over the edge…

Emma winced, arching her back as an orgasm washed hotly through her body. Air billowed freely out of her lungs as her hands flexed helplessly, her toes curling. Her eyes rolled as her lungs heaved insistently in her chest.

The petite little Asian grunted weakly, unable to put up a struggle. She found herself wondering if she’d made a serious miscalculation with the Hispanic hottie. Was this miscalculation about to result in the end of her life? Was the bitch going to drown her?

2012; 2021 (written May 4 ’12; ed. Dec 15 ‘21 by riwa)

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Finals Week – Sadie 3.2 (30)

Sadie knew she’d failed not one, but two courses. That meant her life was now in jeopardy. Those who failed more than one class found themselves facing a lottery to end up on the menu for the spring cookout.

The idea of being impaled on a spit intrigued her. But she seriously doubted she could handle the pain. Her sorority sisters would not take too kindly to that.

There was another option left to her. It was one several of the students took when they failed a course. She could arrange to have herself snuffed for the pleasure of others, leaving it up to them as to how they disposed of her body.

Sadie felt strangely calm as she headed over to the fraternity. She already had an idea how she wanted to go about it. She wanted cocks while she was being snuffed.

She found Hal, one of the guys she frequently gave herself to. He knew all about her kinks. When she explained her predicament he seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

“So will you help me?” she asked, her heart fluttering at what she was contemplating.

“My choice?”

“Your choice,” she told him with a smile. “I just want a bunch of cocks around. I’d like to be fucked while you’re snuffing me. You can even use my body after I’m dead.”

“I intend to, Sadie,” Hal told her with a smile. “I’ve always wanted to engage in a little necro play. I just haven’t had the opportunity… until now.”

The look he gave her made her shiver. He thought he saw something in her eyes. “You’re not backing out, are you? You might survive the lottery.”

“But I might not,” she told him. “It depends on how many F’s get passed out. The fewer that fail, the greater my odds. I’d rather go out this way. The girls will respect my decision. It will keep me in good standing with the sorority post mortem.”

“Once I call the guys, there’s no going back.”

“You’re not going to give me a chance to back out?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Maybe you’d better not.”

“10 pm. Vance will want to get in on this. He has that comfortable furniture you like so much.”

“Nice and cushioned, Hal. You’re so thoughtful.”

“I’m looking forward to fucking your cooling corpse, Sadie.”

She inhaled sharply, almost feeling faint. Then she smiled before heading off to the sorority. Sadie had to get her things in order.

She returned at 9:45. Hal already had the guys there. She saw Vance and three others.

She’d been with every one of them at least once. So she knew what they were packing. Sadie felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Ok, guys,” she said as she started to sway on her feet. “Your snuff-kitten has arrived. Let’s get this party started.”

She did a strip tease for the guys, slowly removing every article of clothing. At the same time she went around to each one, helping them remove shirts, pants and underwear. By 10:05 everyone was naked.

Sadie got down on her knees and started sucking cocks. The guys all crowded around. She swallowed one while stroking two more. The other two cocks simply waited their turn as their owners stroked them.

Sadie began to hyperventilate. She looked up at Hal before asking, “Can I ask how you’re going to do it?”

“It’s a surprise,” he told her with a wicked grin.

“You’re such a tease.”

Sadie was becoming more and more apprehensive. At the same time she was feeling an arousal unlike any other. She wondered if this was how many women felt when they knew they were about to be snuffed.

The guys finally got her up onto her back on Vance’s soft furniture. Sadie wondered if her death was going to cause a problem. At the same time she figured Vance would be the hit of the fraternity once everyone found out she’d been snuffed in his room… perhaps on this very furniture.

She shivered from an insane arousal as her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this! Just how the hell was Hal going to do her in? Did it really matter?

She tipped her head back, taking the first cock into her mouth that suddenly appeared right in front of her. She reached over and grabbed two more, eagerly stroking them. She wondered if they would spurt on her at the moment of truth.

Someone lifted her feet and wrapped them around yet another cock. Was that Hal or Vance? Sadie didn’t care, but she was thrilled at giving someone a footjob.

She felt a finger reach down and rub her button. Sadie moaned with pleasure. This was going to be a night to remember.

All of the sudden she experienced a blinding pain in her stomach. It made her back arch as she cried out into the cock in her mouth. It felt like she’d been knifed in the gut.

The agony was unlike any she’d experienced before. It made her dizzy. It also made her extremely horny at being stabbed in her belly.

The guys shifted their positions. Now she had Hal down her throat. Who had stabbed her? Did it really matter?

Someone had grabbed her feet; she was giving another footjob. She moaned with Hal’s cock deep down her throat. Then she felt the knife slide out of her belly.

It plunged in again, making a second wound. Sadie screamed into Hal’s cock in her mouth. She looked up at him to see he was smiling down at her.

The guys all shifted positions. This time she wasn’t allowed to use her feet. The guy between her legs slid right into her wet pussy.

The knife was pulled out again. Then it was plunged back in. Sadie’s back arched as she cried out in orgasm.

They kept going around her, each one sliding his cock into her mouth. A different fraternity member got to stick his dick inside her. But the knife kept being pulled out before plunged back in. And each time she climaxed in agony.

Sadie became dizzy. She was losing a lot of blood. Her senses were dulling. But her arousal was off the charts with orgasm after orgasm.

The guys rotated again. This time Hal announced he was the one who was fucking her. “Time to enjoy your dead body, Sadie.”

The wound was gaping in her belly when he grabbed the knife and twisted violently. Sadie stiffened before shuddering hard, cumming all over him. He violently twisted again until Sadie found herself in an endless orgasmic loop.

She felt cocks splatter her naked body. The one in her mouth also went off. Now she was coughing up blood.

“This one should do it, darling. Goodbye, Sadie. I’ll make sure you roast at the cookout tomorrow.”

He grabbed the knife and twisted hard. Sadie tensed again, although the pain was starting to dull. She felt him begin to slice her open, causing her intestines to spill out. She was cumming until she didn’t feel anything anymore as the guys began the process of fucking her sexy corpse.

5-11-20

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AF’s Deadly game 3.5 (23)

Note: a repost, and one of the earliest stories I ever wrote using the preview pictures from an Aquafantasies clip.

Bridgette awakened to discover that her boyfriend was not in bed with her. There was a note on her nightstand. She picked it up and read the words “LET’S PLAY A GAME!”

What game did he want to play? She called out for him, wanting more information. Did he want her to dress up? What did he have in mind?

There was no response. She called out again. He did not holler back.

“Figures!” she murmured as she shook her head. Maybe he was going to spring it on her. Bridgette decided she would take a shower and clean up just in case.

She was in the shower when she thought she heard a thump. She paused to look outside the shower. “Allan; is that you?” But again there was no response. So she went back to washing her hair.

After a while she turned off the water.“Ok, Allan; I finished my shower! Do you want me to get dressed or not?” Again there was no answer. Did he want her clothed or naked? What kind of game was he interested in playing?

She came out of the shower dripping wet. She called out for Allan as she went to fetch a towel. “What’s this game you want to play – AUUGHMMMMMMMPH!”

The cloth covered her face, catching her totally by surprise. What the hell was Allan doing?? Her next breath pulled noxious fumes into her lungs, severely weakening her.

Her second breath was enough to make her eyes roll. Bridgette lost consciousness. Then she crumpled unconscious onto the floor.

She awakened to find herself naked in the deep end of her backyard pool with a dive mask on her face. She was chained to a cinder block, her wrists and ankles cuffed together. A weight belt hung snugly around her waist. There was a regulator in her mouth to give her the air she needed, the hose leading up to the surface.

She tried kicking her legs. But it did no good. Her ankles were securely cuffed, tied together with a small chain.

Bridgette inhaled deeply, feeling a jolt of wildly erotic tingles. Was the game Allan wanted to play going to take place in the pool? They always did enjoy an erotic skinny-dip together, often resulting in sex in the water or somewhere on dry land.

‘Allan, you devil!’ she thought with a smile as a surge of arousal flowed through her. ‘What the hell kind of game are we going to play out here this time?’ Are you going to fuck me while nearly drowning my ass?’

She was stretched out along the bottom of the pool, securely tethered to the cinder block. Bridgette inhaled from the regulator. She could hold her breath; was he going to tease her by pulling the reg out of her mouth several times?

She struggled to free herself as she tugged and pulled on the chain. It was no use; she would have to wait for Allan. She took another breath of compressed air as her nipples hardened from her erotic situation.

She felt a surge of panic over Allan’s delay. She started to struggle as she looked upward. Allan was still not in the pool.

Where the hell was he? What was taking him so long?? Bridgette cried out into the reg in her mouth, thrashing about like mad to no avail. Maybe he was somewhere up there getting his kicks watching her struggle.

The hose whipped around as a result of her struggles. She grunted anxiously, her lips clamped tightly around the mouthpiece to the regulator. Losing it now would cost her dearly, especially if that bastard Allan was taking his sweet time before coming down to join her.

She kicked and struggled, trying to pull her feet free of the cuffs around her ankles. But they remained tightly secured. Then she thought she saw movement up near the edge of the pool.

There was definitely someone up there. Was it Allan? It was about fucking time!

She saw a man in trunks jump into the pool and swim down toward her. That’s when her eyes flew open in astonishment. That wasn’t Allan! That was his best friend Buddy, the guy who’d come on to her at that party the night before! She’d shot him down, embarrassing him in front of several people.

He came right down to her with a look of grim determination on his face. All she could do was stare at him in shock… “Buddy?? What the hell are you doing here?? Where’s Allan??”

She grunted as he reached for the regulator between her lips. She felt him try to work it out of her mouth… “Buddy; what are you doing??”

Had Allan told him about some of the pool games they’d played before? What the hell was he doing here?? Where the hell was Allan??

She grunted as he jerked it out of her mouth. Instinctively she started holding her breath. Was Allan using Buddy as a part of their kinky play? If so, why had he allowed Buddy to see her naked??

He tossed the regulator well out of her reach. She watched as he swam up and climbed out of the pool. Then he pulled on the hose, pulling the regulator up out of the water before walking away.

Bridgette looked up in alarm. She was still tethered to the cinder block. What kind of game was this?? Had Allan and Buddy conspired against her? Were they both up there watching her hold her breath while getting their kicks??

This was humiliating. She hoped they were enjoying themselves up there. But afterwards she was going to have a long talk with Allan about including Buddy in their crazy pool games without her consent.

The seconds ticked by. There was still no sign of Allan or Buddy. Her lungs were beginning to burn as those familiar spasms rippled in her stomach.

Her lungs started to hurt. She could hold her breath for quite a while. But she couldn’t hold it forever.

The chain kept her tethered to the block as she rolled over and arched her back. She tried to flash her goodies as a few bubbles slipped out past her lips. Her mind cried out, “OK, GUYS! GET DOWN HERE AND FREE ME OR GIVE ME THE REGULATOR! I CAN’T HOLD MY BREATH MUCH LONGER!”

Her cheeks bulged as her lungs heaved… “ALLAN, I CAN’T HOLD IT… MUCH… LONGER!” But he did not appear, nor did Buddy. Furthermore, the regulator did not come down to give her the air she needed.

Bridgette finally reached the point where she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Her lungs gave out with a massive eruption of bubbles. Then she started grunting as her body went into seizures, all caught up in the throes of a painful drowning.

Bridgette bucked and shuddered as she fought her drowning. She finally let out a bubbly sigh. The weight belt helped her writhing body settle upon the pool floor on her back.

She looked up at the surface in shock, wondering where Allan had gone. Why the hell had Buddy taken away her regulator? He wasn’t pissed just because she’d turned him down, was he?

The police were called when Bridgette failed to meet up with her friends later that night. When they arrived they found Allan strangled to death in the garage. When they finally got around to the matter of questioning Buddy, they discovered he had fled the state.

2003; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’03; ed. Apr 2 ‘20 by riwa)

(Pictures are from Aqua Fantasies “Mermaids in Peril III” and are used for illustration purposes.)

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