3 in the pool (Parts 4-6) 4.3 (15)

Part 4 – Confrontation

(A flashback to before the investigation)

They stood in the backyard swimming pool in about five feet of water. Travis bent his legs, centered the woman’s pussy against his cock and slowly pushed inside. He moaned appreciatively as he stood upright, impaling her with his quivering shaft.

He pulled her to him, experiencing her warm breasts pressed up against his chest. He could even feel her heart thump excitedly in her chest. The woman shuddered as their lips met, their tongues exploring each other.

She was unable to return his embrace. That was totally understandable. After all, her hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Are you ready?” he asked breathlessly, a wicked glint in his eye. She nodded as she took several deep breaths to prepare herself.

She wanted to hold her breath as long as possible. She was hoping to push herself long enough to have a massive orgasm. But her heart was beating wildly from the pleasure of having him inside her.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for as long as she wanted. Still, she was going to give it her best shot. After all, she was his mistress. It was her obligation as well as her greatest desire to be a much more exciting lover than his wife.

“Fuck me, Travis!” Melissa gasped excitedly. “Fuck me like the fuckin’ drown-whore I am! Then I want you to drown my ass!”

He slowly submerged her, tipping her backward into the water. She inhaled deeply before she went under. Melissa released a few bubbles through her nostrils.

She went down until she was virtually perpendicular to him, a couple feet under the surface. He brought his hands from around her back where he’d been supporting her. Then he placed them on each breast, forcing her to remain underwater as he groped and fondled them.

In response, she wrapped her legs around his torso. Melissa eagerly pulled him to her, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. She desperately wanted him to fill her completely.

For several moments there was no movement. Each one savored the feeling of cock in pussy. Melissa held her breath as she gently squeezed him with her love-muscle.

Travis looked down upon her sexy, naked body. He savored the image of her helpless condition with her arms cuffed behind her back. Underwater bondage on her part always added a thrill to their sexual encounters.

She looked up at him, releasing a couple of bubbles for his benefit. Melissa wiggled and squirmed, totally helpless and at his mercy. It occurred to her yet again how easy it would be for him to drown her with his cock inside her.

The view of her naked body underwater with hands cuffed behind her back was so arousing that he had to fight to keep from fucking her silly. ‘Not yet!’ he thought excitedly. ‘Not yet!’

Melissa pretended to struggle, although it was not so much pretending in her current situation. She tried to concentrate on holding her breath despite the cock that filled her. Her pussy tingled like crazy.

She could no longer remain immobile. Melissa could not resist thrusting against him, wanting to feel that friction inside her. She had to start fucking him now!

Travis quickly picked up on his lover’s movements. It made him grope her tits more aggressively. It was time to start giving her the verbalizations she loved so much…

“You want it; don’t you, bitch? You want me to fuck you ’til you drown; don’t you, you fuckin slut? Well, here it comes, bitch!”

Travis began to pump hard into her spasming cunt, adding his rhythm to her own. Melissa burbled excitedly as the sensations in her pussy intensified. She began to fuck him harder as the first warning spasm rippled through her.

She released a little burst of air to relieve the pressure in her chest. Travis increased the intensity of his thrusts. He also began to intensify the nature of his verbalizations…

“You want it bad, don’t you, slut? Well, I’m gonna give it to you right now, you fuckin’ whore! I’m gonna fuck you and then drown your ass! What do you think about that, you fuckin’ bitch? This time I’m not bringing you back up to breathe!”

Melissa’s heart rate increased dramatically. Another breathless convulsion rippled through her. It made her breasts wobble as he pounded her.

The faint thought he might actually drown her this time only added to her sexual excitement. Maybe this time he might… But no, she suspected he would never truly hurt her. But she did love the way he abused her verbally…

‘Yeah, baby; talk DIRTY to me! Tell me I’m gonna die! Tell me you’re gonna fuck me hard and then drown my sorry ass!’

She felt the orgasm swell within her. Melissa fought to hold it back. She wanted to prolong her breath-hold ‘til her lungs were on fire in the hopes of a bigger climax.

Travis increased his thrusts as his own climax rushed toward him. Fucking her while threatening her as she held her breath underwater always drove him crazy. He wondered if some day he might make her swallow water… and how she might feel about that.

“I’m gonna drown your ass, Melissa! But you want me to drown you; don’t you? You want to be my drown-whore today? Then suck it in, slut! Suck in that water as I fuck your cunt, bitch! I’m gonna fuck you ’til you stop breathing! You’re gonna die today, bitch!”

His words drove her crazy while he fucked her underwater. Her pussy was on fire as she struggled to hold her breath. She tried not to squeeze her muscles around the cock inside her as much because she wanted to hold off her orgasm for as long as possible.

Air dribbled out of her nostrils as her cheeks bulged. Her chest spasmed sharply as her lungs screamed for air. Yet she forced herself to hold off, desperately wanting to delay the eruption building inside her.

Travis continued pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. His excitement increased as his own climax approached. He loved the way she responded to his threats…

“I’m gonna fuck you ’til you drown, slut! C’mon, you hot, fuckin’ drown-whore! Suck it in and let your lungs flood for me!”

Melissa felt a convulsion ripple through her, forcing a burst of air past her lips. She started to tremble as Travis increased his thrusts. She was about to be filled with his cum.

If only she could hold her breath a few more intense, heart-pounding seconds. Then her lover would push her over the edge with his words, along with the hard fucking he was giving her. Hell, maybe he would keep her under well after the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her…

“C’MON, BITCH! DROWN FOR ME! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU’RE GONNA SCREAM OUT YOUR AIR AND DROWN LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE! C’MON, MELISSA! DROWN, YOU FUCKIN’ DROWN-WHORE!”

She felt a convulsion shake her hard, forcing a burst of air out of her lungs. She was almost out of breath. But that didn’t matter; she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Her muscles clamped tightly onto the cock inside her. A moment later she screamed the rest of her breath away in a bubbly froth. That’s when Melissa was wracked by a devastating orgasm.

Her back arched as her body began bucking wildly. Her hands flexed helplessly in the cuffs behind her back. She winced as it totally obliterated her senses.

Travis cried out a couple seconds later as he felt those muscles clamp down on his cock. It caused him to explode deep inside her pussy. His cock quivered like mad as he thrust hard into her, holding his cock nice and deep while filling her with his seed.

Melissa went from one orgasm to the next as her body reacted to the warmth of the cum that filled her. She opened her mouth to scream again. All that came out was a muffled gurgle as she jerked and spasmed on the cock she was impaled upon.

She felt like she was on fire with white-hot pleasure. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing wildly inside her. Then she reflexively inhaled pool water.

Travis was looking right at her the moment it happened. He knew right away what she’d done. He blurted out, “OH, SHIT!” as he pulled his lover’s head up out of the water.

She coughed and gagged, sputtering like crazy. He pulled her up to his chest, feeling her warm breasts press against him. He saw her eyes roll as she faintly gasped “NO… MORE!” Then he felt her muscles clamp tightly around his cock.

Melissa started thrashing about once more, caught up in the throes of yet another orgasm. She tried to cry out in order to make it stop. But she had no breath in her lungs.

Travis tried to slide his cock out of her. But her pussy had clamped on tight and refused to let go until the orgasm had run its course. She bucked wildly and then abruptly went limp.

Melissa’s entire body seemed to sag and relax. It was enough for him to slip out of her. She shuddered as he helped her to her feet, propping her up against the pool wall.

“That was… fuckin’… fan-TASTIC!”

She was out of breath, panting heavily as wild tingles radiated outward in every direction. She felt like she was plugged into a low-voltage current. She’d actually swallowed a little water… had actually started to drown before being pulled up to breathe.

Travis had to lean up against her for fear of her slipping back into the water. He was exhausted too. Besides, he wasn’t sure how long it would take to get her back on her feet if she slipped under, even though they was standing in less than five feet of water.

Melissa kissed him passionately, giving him plenty of tongue. He returned the favor. Then he panted, “You’re better than my wife… ever thought of being, babe!”

“That’s because I’m your drown-whore,” she panted with a smile as her breath began to return. “You keep coming closer and closer… to drowning me for real! For a minute there I thought… you were actually gonna do it!”

“Maybe I will someday,” he said with a smile.

She excitedly replied, “I’m gonna hold you to that!”

Travis reached for the key that was sitting on the edge of the pool. Then he unlocked her cuffs. When he set them back down on the edge of the pool, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

When they came up for air, he glanced down at his watch. “SHIT! I’m 45 minutes late! I should’ve been home by now! Tammi’s gonna kill me!”

“She might if she finds out about us,” Melissa grinned wickedly, her arms around his neck. “Maybe she’ll kill me too. Do you think she might drown us both? I’d love to drown with your cock inside me!”

She reached down and grabbed it. Then she started stroking him back to life. “How about it, Travis? Should the two of us drown together?”

“Damn, woman! I’ve got to get out of here!”

She sighed and let him go. Travis waded toward the steps in the shallow end of the pool. He climbed out and gathered up his clothes that had ended up all over the backyard patio area.

He came back to her before sliding his underwear on without even drying off. He got down on his knees and gave her another long, lingering kiss as she stood there in the water by the side of the pool. Then he finally rose up and headed for the house.

“I’ll see myself out!” he called out over his shoulder as he struggled to get into his pants.

“Bye, lover!” she called after him. “Maybe you’ll drown me next time!”

She giggled as he waved at her. Then he disappeared into the house through the patio door. Melissa sighed with pleasure as her body continued to tingle.

After a few minutes she heard his car pull out of her driveway. Melissa eased onto her back and floated lazily in the water with a satisfied smile. Now she needed to cool off from her sexual exertions of the past couple of hours.
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45 minutes ago she was in her living room. Tammi had anxiously awaited the arrival of her husband. She’d found herself becoming more upset as the minutes ticked by.

She was pretty certain who he was spending his afternoon with. The mental image of the two of them together both saddened and infuriated her. That’s when she’d decided it was time to do something about it.

She’d angrily left a message on the answering machine. Then she’d gotten into her car and driven over to the other side of Las Vegas. She was hoping to be proven wrong, but she strongly suspected she wouldn’t be.

Now she knew, having seen the evidence right before her very eyes…

For the past twenty minutes Tammi had watched them from around the corner of the fence. She’d heard every painful word the two lovebirds had spoken to each other. Then she’d choked back a sob.

Tears had trickled down her cheek as she’d realized the depths of her husband’s betrayal with this bitch in the backyard pool. She knew who the woman was. Now she believed he’d been coming over here for months.

She’d been deceiving herself, hoping it wasn’t true. It wasn’t until this very afternoon that she’d decided to come over. Tammi had wanted to confirm it for herself.

Now that the bastard was gone, a burning rage began to consume her. She opened her purse and pulled out her traitorous husband’s revolver. Then she opened the unlocked gate near the empty trash cans and stepped into the backyard.

Melissa was just stepping out of the pool to go lie down and sunbathe on a lounge chair. That’s when she heard a voice behind her. It was a voice that made her blood run cold, a voice she recognized…

“Where do you think you’re going, you bitch?”

Melissa spun around, confirming the worst. Tammi stood before her in dark pink shorts, sneakers and a dark pink shirt. She thought she saw a built-in bra that showed some nice cleavage to a rather attractive set of breasts. Unfortunately the revolver in the woman’s hand was pointing squarely at her chest.

Melissa tried to become indignant. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

Instinctively she covered her breasts with her hands. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Better to sound angry than frightened.

“Point that damn thing somewhere else! And let me get some clothes on; ok?”

“I don’t think so, you fuckin’ whore! I hope you enjoyed fucking my husband today. It’s the last time you’re ever gonna see him!”

Melissa’s face went deathly pale. She gasped as started to tremble. This bitch sounded serious as a heart attack.

“L-Look, Tammi! Let’s t-talk this over; ok?”

The enraged woman simply shook her head. “The only thing we need to talk about is how I’m gonna burn your ass! How about it, bitch? Shall I start by putting a bullet in one of those pretty breasts of yours?”

She raised the weapon menacingly. Melissa gasped, protectively covering her chest with her arms. “Tammi… PLEASE… he means NOTHING to me!”

The frightened woman took a cautious step toward the angry intruder. If she could just get close enough, maybe she could get the gun away from her. The first order of business was disarming her before she pulled the trigger.

“LIAR!” Tammi yelled at her, making her jump. “How come he keeps coming over here if he means nothing to you?”

“It’s not my fault!” Melissa gasped, hesitantly taking another careful step forward. “He’s the one you want to kill, honey… not ME!”

Tammi wavered as uncertainty flashed in her features. That remark was certainly true enough. She was angry with him far more than she was with anyone else. But this bitch was encouraging him based on what she’d witnessed a few minutes ago!

“He wouldn’t be over here if you didn’t want him here! You two sure looked like you enjoyed fucking each other’s brains out!”

“I had to! I have no choice! He said he’d get me fired if I didn’t fuck him every once in a while!”

Melissa lied through her teeth, desperate to get out of the predicament she was in. Somehow she had to sway Tammi to her side of things. That’s when she scrambled to concoct a story she hoped the angry woman might at least consider.

“You’ve got to help me, Tammi! Together we can turn the tables on him!” Then she took another careful step forward.

Tammi felt a niggle of doubt in her mind. She lowered the gun in her hand. Was it possible the bitch was right?

Maybe so. Then again, maybe not. It was possible the bitch was only trying to save her own skin.

Grimly, she brought the gun back up. “Nice try, slut! But I don’t believe you!”

“You’re not gonna shoot me, are you? Isn’t he the one you hate more right now?”

Melissa gasped fearfully, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Then she hesitantly took another step forward. If only she could get her hands on that gun…

Uncertainty flashed through Tammi’s eyes again. Was she willing to pull the trigger? Could she really do it?

Melissa saw the gun drift downward again. Once more she saw the doubt in the woman’s face. That’s when she lunged forward in a frantic effort to disarm her.

Maybe Tammi wouldn’t shoot her. But she could sure as hell shoot Tammi if she had to. It wouldn’t bother her a bit; she would simply claim self-defense. Then she could keep Travis all to herself.

Tammi cried out as they grappled with each other. The gun flew off into the grass. Then she broke free of the naked woman’s grip.

Tammi brought her hands together into a large fist. She swung them wildly, catching Melissa in the side of the face. It knocked the bitch onto the ground.

The enraged woman was on her in an instant. Tammi pounded her mercilessly. She punched her in the face, chest and stomach as she knelt over her while straddling her with her legs.

Melissa raised her arms to ward off the blows. She cried out in pain as she shook her head from side to side. She pushed the woman off with a mighty effort before staggering to her feet.

Tammi jumped her from behind, forcing her down into a lounge chair. She pulled on her hair, causing Melissa to yelp in pain. But the battered woman managed to throw her off again.

She tumbled her lover’s wife onto the ground. Melissa was starting to get to her feet when she felt a vicious kick in her stomach. It forced the air out of her, collapsing her onto the ground again.

The foot came in again and again, causing her to double over in pain. Melissa waved feebly with her hands to ward off the blows. The bitch was beating the crap out of her!

If only she could somehow get her into the pool. Maybe she could hold her down long enough to take the fight out of her. Maybe she could even drown her ass!

Melissa staggered to her feet and lunged toward her attacker. She wrapped her arms around her, catching her off guard. Tammi cried out in surprise as Melissa blindly drove them forward until their footing fell away beneath them as they tumbled into the deep end of the pool with a splash.

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 9 ’05; ed. Aug 15 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 5 – Mistress Tammi

(A flashback to before the investigation)

Melissa staggered to her feet and lunged toward her attacker. She wrapped her arms around her, catching her off guard. Tammi cried out in surprise as Melissa blindly drove them forward until their footing fell away beneath them as they tumbled into the deep end of the pool with a splash.

They grappled with each other, rolling around and around under the surface as arms and legs flailed and splashed about. Bubbles burst from their mouths, frothing to the surface. Every time Melissa managed to roll on top, Tammi succeeded in rolling her back over until she was underneath again.

Shit! This was worse than before! Now she needed air!

Melissa let go and clawed for the surface, bursting up and gasping wildly for breath. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. Between the pounding Tammi had inflicted upon her and her body’s attempts to recover from the sexual activities of the afternoon, she was dangerously exhausted.

She cried out in alarm. Then she bubbled in panic once Tammi grabbed her by her hair and shoved her under the surface. “I’m gonna DROWN you, you fuckin’ whore!”

Melissa tried to pull the woman’s hands out of her hair. But that didn’t work. That’s when she waved frantically as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Tammi was more than accommodating. “You want to drown?! FINE! I’ll be more than happy to give you what you want, bitch!”

She pulled the woman’s head up to the surface for a painfully short breath. Then she sadistically shoved her back down. “Drown for me, whore!”

NOOOO!

Melissa shook her head in panic. She was becoming too weak to fight, too weak to struggle much longer. A moment later her pussy exploded in a small orgasmic eruption from the fearful excitement of the moment.

Melissa lost most of her breath in a froth of bubbles. She waved feebly in an effort to get to the surface. She abruptly went limp, too tired to resist any further.

She waited for the moment she would start sucking pool water into her lungs. Her torrid affair with the angry woman’s husband was about to end once and for all. Only now did she experience any sort of regret at the moment of her impending drowning.

Tammi noticed the sudden lack of movement from her adversary. She pulled the woman’s head up to the surface, allowing her to gasp weakly for breath. Her eyes had almost glazed over.

“You got any last words before I drown your ass, bitch? Now’s the time to beg for your life!”

Melissa clutched at straws, anything that might spare her life. She believed it was useless to beg for mercy. Saying she would see her husband no longer probably wouldn’t do her any good.

Perhaps she could appeal to any semblance of erotic desires that might be lingering just under the surface. Anything to keep herself alive. So she panted, “I’ll… I’ll give you an orgasm!”

“WHAT??!!” That wasn’t the type of begging Tammi had expected. Melissa thought she detected a faint glimmer of hope.

“I’ll give you… the best orgasm… of your life… better than Travis… could ever give you! Let me… eat your pussy…!”

Tammi angrily shoved her back under the water. Melissa bubbled tiredly. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore.

“Why, you fuckin’ WHORE! Of all the NERVE… you FUCK my husband… now you want to eat ME??!! You’ll do ANYTHING to save your ass, won’t you, bitch!!”

Air bubbled up to the surface. Melissa struggled feebly. She was simply unable to put up much resistance.

“I SHOULD JUST DROWN YOUR ASS!” Bubbles were the only response.

Tammi pulled the woman’s head up into her crotch. She was planning on smothering her. Then she was going to drown the slut.

But was that really why she was holding the whore’s face in her crotch? Or was it a subconscious desire to see what Melissa would actually do down there?

With her last bit of energy Melissa clamped her lips onto the fabric and mouthed the material. She lost another burst of air as a spasm shuddered through her. Her lungs were screaming at her.

She figured she only had seconds to live. So why not make the most of them? She mouthed the woman’s crotch through the fabric as though her life depended upon it.

Apparently it was enough. Tammi felt her pussy tingle to life. The more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her.

Why not let her husband’s mistress please HER for a change? Then she could drown her sorry ass. The pleasure of telling Travis what had happened between them would be more than worth it…

“Guess what, honey? I made your little whore lick my pussy underwater. Then I drowned her ass. The bitch fucking deserved it!” Tammi wanted to see the look on his face when she told him his mistress had gotten her off before she’d turned around and drowned the little tart.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles. Tammi heard a muffled cry. Then the woman down below started to thrash about.

Tammi jerked the woman up by a handful of hair. She was just in time. Melissa came up coughing water, gagging and sputtering before gasping wildly for breath.

The angry wife wrapped an arm around the woman’s neck. Tammi dragged her adversary into shallow water. Then she allowed the whore to get her feet underneath her.

“I’ll let you live for now. But you’d better do a damn, good job on my pussy. Sluts like you are only goof for one thing. So let’s find out how badly you want to live.”

Melissa panted heavily, struggling to get her breath back. At least she was still alive. If licking this bitch’s pussy would keep her from being drowned, then she was more than willing. At this point, she’d do ANYTHING to stay alive.

Tammi pulled the half-drowned woman to the side of the pool. She suddenly caught sight of the discarded handcuffs. It occurred to her they might just come in handy.

She turned Melissa around before grabbing the cuffs. She viciously pulled her arms behind her back. Then she snapped a cuff onto one wrist.

“Hey!” Melissa gasped fearfully, squirming to resist. “What’re you DOING?!”

“I don’t trust you!” Tammi snarled. “Unless you want me to drown your ass right here and now, I suggest you stop fighting me!”

Melissa abruptly stopped struggling. She reluctantly allowed the angry woman to cuff her wrists together behind her back. This was not going well at all.

She had a bad feeling about all this. But right now there was nothing she could do about it. Her best hope was to give Travis’ wife a really good orgasm. By softening her up, maybe she could appeal to her woman to woman.

“We could have a good time together,” Melissa panted hopefully. “Wouldn’t that piss Travis off, especially if he lost you to me? Think about it! Travis losing his mistress to his wife and his wife to his mistress. Wouldn’t that be a great way to get back at him?”

“Shut up!” Tammi barked as she reached down and started pulling off her shoes and socks. “I’m not sure I should even be letting you do this to me!”

She tossed one shoe after the other over near a lawn chair. She was thinking about the woman’s mouth on her crotch a few moments ago, and how good it had felt. What would it feel like without any clothes on?

Damn her for feeling a little horny! She should just drown the bitch! What the hell was she thinking??

“Please!” Melissa persisted. “I can please you better than Travis ever could! Just give me a chance to prove it! Let me eat your pussy… URPLE…!”

Tammi grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her under the surface. Melissa burbled wildly as her heart hammered in her chest. Had she gone too far? Had she pushed Tammi over the edge?

She was promptly yanked back up to the surface. Melissa gasped wildly for breath, thinking furiously. Maybe if she played one more card…

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she gasped in her best submissive demeanor. “I should be punished.”

Melissa hung her head in shame, desperately trying to get her breath back. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. It was possible she’d just pushed the angry woman into drowning her now.

Despite her predicament, she found herself getting aroused. Perhaps this might work. Maybe she could get Tammi to spare her life. Was it possible they could become lovers?

Tammi’s breath caught in her throat as she thought, ‘What the hell…?!’ Then she slammed the woman’s head back down into the water. She watched with sadistic glee as air bubbled to the surface.

“PUNISHED?!” she blurted out in surprise. “You want to be fucking punished?? Oh, I’ll punish you all right, you fuckin’ whore!”

Tammi reached underneath with her hands. She found Melissa’s remarkably hardened nipples. That’s when she grabbed them and cruelly twisted downward while snarling, “How’s THAT for punishment, slut?”

Melissa jerked and burbled as the pain radiated outward. At the same time, her pussy flamed excitedly to life. Was this such a good idea after all?

Tammi angrily pulled her back up. The slut came up gasping and sputtering. “Is that the type of punishment you want?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Melissa responded meekly while lowering her head. This was far better than sucking water before taking up permanent residence at the bottom of her pool.

Tammi stared in shock. Then she abruptly forced Melissa’s head back down under the water. She was ashamed to admit she was starting to get excited. Maybe it was time to finish undressing.

“Keep your head underwater until I pull you back up; understand?”

She let go of the woman’s head. Surprisingly enough, Melissa kept her head submerged. Tammi quickly began to undress.

She pulled her shorts down her legs before tossing them over near her shoes. When she saw the bitch still obeying her, she took her time pulling her panties down her legs, prolonging the woman’s suffering. She saw a burst of bubbles and grinned with satisfaction.

So wanted to drown the bitch. Melissa fucking deserved it! So why the hell was she becoming so aroused??

She finally pulled Melissa’s head back up out of the water. The woman gasped for breath. “Once more, bitch. I’ve got to take my shirt off!”

Tammi shoved the woman back down. Melissa burbled wildly, but didn’t resist. Her captor removed her shirt and bra, taking her sweet time as she exposed hardening nipples to the warm afternoon sun.

She pulled the woman back up. Melissa’s head emerged out of the water, gasping and sputtering. Tammi snarled, “So what should we do now, slut?”

“Please, Mistress!” Melissa begged. “Please… let me eat your pussy! I want to taste you! Please, Mistress!”

Tammi’s heart pounded excitedly in her chest. Originally she wanted to drown this bitch. But now sexual desires were calling out to her. What’s more, her pussy was tingling with excitement.

“Please, Mistress?” Tammi gave it a little more thought. Why not play along for a while? She could always drown her later.

Melissa got a look at Tammi’s breasts. She carefully moved herself within reach. Then she started licking the woman’s erect nipples.

Tammi felt electric surges in her chest. Damn! Now she could feel her anger starting to dissipate.

She had no idea why her husband would cheat on her. Didn’t he think she was good in the sack? She felt her pussy tingle excitedly as the whore licked and sucked. She even heard Melissa moan as though she was excited about it.

“That’s right… LICK ‘EM!” Tammi ordered. A low moan slipped past her lips. This was not how she’s planned her revenge!

She wondered how her bastard of a husband would react if he could see her now. How would he feel if he could see his mistress sucking on her titties? The urge to drown the bitch was “slipping below the surface and bubbling away”.

Melissa moved from one nipple to the other. She rolled them in her mouth with her tongue as she worked to please the woman. She was desperate to get herself out of the situation she’d suddenly found herself in.

She just had to get free and get her strength back. Tammi was going to regret this. Maybe she could arrange an accident for her in her pool. Then the bitch would be out of her hair forever. For now she just had to play her part.

“Ok, slut! Let’s see how well you lick pussy!”

Melissa lowered her head. “Yes, Mistress I’m ready to get out of the pool and…”

“Underwater! Deep end!” And with that, she wrapped an arm around the bound woman’s neck.

Tammi pulled her backward. Then she worked the two of them into deeper water. There was no way she was risking letting this bitch out of the pool!

Melissa gasped fearfully. She’d wanted to manipulate the two of them out of the pool. Instead, she found herself in even greater danger of being drowned, especially with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She felt rising panic as she kicked for the bottom. But there was nothing under her feet. Apparently Tammi was better in the water than she’d been led to believe.

“You will now submerge and lick me underwater or I’ll fucking drown your ass! You got that?”

Before Melissa could respond, Tammi grabbed a handful of hair. She forced her husband’s mistress underwater with an abrupt “URP”. Then she moved her head into position in front of her crotch.

“EAT ME, YOU FUCKIN” WHORE!” Then she mashed the head against her crotch.

Melissa bubbled air out of her nostrils in fear as she lashed out with her tongue. She flicked it against the woman’s clit. She had the uneasy feeling if she didn’t deliver on her promise of an orgasm, she wasn’t getting out of the pool alive.

Tammi gasped in delight as the tongue flicked against her pleasure center. She sighed as an exciting little shiver rippled through her. Damn; Travis had never made her feel this good!

Melissa buried her head in the woman’s snatch. Then she feasted for all she was worth. As far as she was concerned, she was licking for her very life.

Somehow she had to turn the tables on this bitch and get free. Then she’d be able to deal with her when the time came. In the meantime, why not enjoy one’s self?

As her tongue lashed out, she felt the woman start to tremble. Good! If she could make this bitch scream in orgasmic pleasure, it should only be a matter of time before the revolver was in her hands. Then she’d show her lover’s wife what was what.

Tammi held the woman’s head in place, making sure the whore was in just the right spot. She tipped her head back and moaned as little tingles radiated outward in every direction. The bitch was good; she had to grant her that much.

Melissa burbled a burst of air up against the woman’s clit as her chest spasmed. Tammi cried out in delight. Underwater, the cuffed woman redoubled her efforts while thinking, ‘I’ve got to make her cum soon! I’m running out of air!’

Tammi suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around the woman’s head, holding Melissa in place with her thighs as she started to squeeze. Then she started humping the woman’s face. Melissa burbled in growing fear, her air nearly gone as her lungs burned in her chest.

Her pussy tingled excitedly, causing her to grow increasingly anxious. If she had an orgasm of her own she might blow the rest of her breath away before she could make Tammi cum. She licked harder as she sucked on the woman’s clit, using her tongue to probe the opening to the bitch’s cunt.

Tammi stiffened as her pussy tingled wildly. She clamped her thighs even tighter around the woman’s head underwater. Then she shuddered as the tongue worked its magic down below.

Melissa blew a burst of air against the woman’s clit in panic. Instinctively she put up a struggle, trying to wiggle free as her legs kicked feebly. With her hands cuffed behind her back she had no way to work herself out from between the woman’s legs. Her head felt like it was in a vice.

Feeling the bitch struggle down between her legs only added to Tammi’s excitement. A moment later every muscle tensed up as her pussy exploded from a burst of pleasure. She began bucking wildly, humping the poor woman’s face as her scream of ecstasy cut through the afternoon air.

Melissa tried to scream out in breathless agony. But her face was mashed hard against the woman’s pussy. She thrashed about as her body demanded she replenish her air supply, her chest heaving mightily.

Her mind cried out, ‘THE BITCH’S GONNA DROWN ME ANYWAY!’ She was hit with the horrible realization her plans had miserably backfired. She opened her mouth to breathe, but being forced up against the woman’s crotch prevented her from inhaling OR exhaling.

A moment later Melissa was suddenly pulled to the surface. She coughed and sputtered, her legs kicking weakly. “AGAIN!” Tammi demanded.

Melissa was pushed back down, barely getting a decent breath. Her face was mashed against the woman’s pussy once again. She frantically flicked her tongue out, lapping up the juices that were beginning to dribble outward. Her mind cried out, “Please, God! Get me out of this and I swear I’ll never see Travis again!”

Her chest spasmed as her lungs screamed at her. That brief breath at the surface had not nearly been enough. Her tongue frantically probed her adversary’s pussy opening.

Tammi’s thighs tightened around Melissa’s head. Once more she tipped her head back and cried out her pleasure. It made her wonder if she was attracting any unwanted attention with her cries of excitement.

She mercilessly humped the poor woman’s face, bucking wildly as a second orgasm ripped through her. Melissa burbled frantically, her chest heaving. Her pussy tingled wildly from the fearful excitement of the moment.

The thought of being kept underwater was frightening, yet thrilling. Being dangerously close to drowning was terribly arousing. Then the thighs she was wedged between opened up.

Melissa felt herself being yanked up to the surface by her hair. She gasped frantically at the surface. That’s when she gazed into the eyes of a woman possessed.

“Once more, slut!” Tammi gasped excitedly. “If you’re lucky, I’ll even bring you back up!”

Melissa was abruptly shoved back down into the water. Once more she was slammed into place. Oh, shit!

Her tongue frantically lashed out. Melissa prayed she might earn a few extra minutes of life. She hoped it would be just enough to extricate herself from her current dilemma.

She probed the opening to the woman’s pussy with her tongue. Then she sucked on her clit. Melissa felt Tammi stiffen, indicating her efforts were having an effect.

Tammi stiffened and then started shaking violently as a third orgasm rapidly approached. Her thighs clamped tightly around the head of her husband’s mistress as she gasped excitedly. Then she started bucking again, humping the woman’s face for all she was worth. A moment later a scream of pleasure was ripped from her lungs.

Melissa’s chest heaved as she burbled frantically. She had to have air now! She blew a burst of bubbles against the pussy in front of her. Then her lungs gave out.

She reflexively inhaled, pulling water down her windpipe. She began thrashing about as the woman she was tending to cried out from a fourth, unexpected orgasm.

‘I’M GONNA DROWN!’ her mind screamed in horror. A moment later, her own pussy exploded in an orgasmic eruption, causing her body to thrash about. A moment later her nervous system overloaded, and she blacked out…

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 9 ’05; ed. Sep 11 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 6 – The air Mattress

(A flashback to before the investigation)

Melissa came to, the events of the last few minutes a hazy blur. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She remembered being underwater, licking Tammi’s pussy. Then she remembered sucking pool water.

She thought she’d been pulled back up. But she didn’t have any memory of it. All she knew was that she’d ended up back at the surface, coughing and sputtering.

She vaguely thought she’d been helped out of the pool and into her bed. But that seemed rather strange. She’d lost consciousness after that.

Awareness fully returned. Melissa realized she was NOT in her bed. Instead, she was flat on her back in the pool, floating on her air mattress.

Gasping in alarm, she tried to rise up. But that didn’t go so well. Her arms had been wrapped behind her back all the way around the mattress before being cuffed together at the wrists.

She tried to move her feet. But her legs straddled the mattress and were cuffed together underneath at the ankles. The effect was to open her thighs wide, exposing her pussy to the late afternoon sun.

That’s when it came back to her. Tammi had told her she was going to tie her to the air mattress and torture her. At least her memory was returning.

She remembered being too exhausted to resist, forced to stumble along in the water. She must have been helped up onto the air mattress. But she didn’t remember anything after that. The bitch must have cuffed her while she was unconscious.

Melissa struggled against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her current situation had certainly not improved. If anything, it had become far more precarious.

“Are you still with us, bitch?” she heard a voice spit out.

She turned her head and saw Tammi looking at her with an evil smile. Melissa shook her head as she pleaded for mercy. “Please; let me go! We can work together. I’ll help you get even with your husband!”

Tammi was not impressed. “I don’t think so. Instead, I think it’s time for you to die, bitch!”

“DIE??!! But I… I thought you were gonna TORTURE me!!”

“I lied. I hope you can hold your breath, you fuckin’ whore!”

Tammi lowered herself into the water. She pushed up against the underside of the mattress. Then she flipped the bound woman over.

Melissa let out a fearful shriek. She tried to snatch a quick breath. Then she hit the water face first with a splash.

She burbled frantically, desperately trying to squirm out of the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Had she just taken her last breath?

Out of curiosity, Tammi set her watch as she smirked at her handiwork. At twenty seconds she took a deep breath and submerged. She wanted to see what the whore would look like the moment she started thrashing about and drowning.

She swam under the mattress where she rolled over onto her back so she could look up at her captive. When she drifted upward she simply grabbed either side of the mattress around Melissa’s chest. It brought her dangerously close to the woman’s breasts.

It didn’t matter how much the water stunt her sinuses. She wanted to watch this! So she stretched her arms out, pushing herself downward enough to give her a good view of the bound woman so she could watch her struggle…

Melissa looked down at her captor in rising panic. She lost a few bubbles when she saw there was no sympathy for her in the face of the woman looking up at her. Despite her growing fear that she was about to drown, or perhaps because of it, she found herself becoming aroused.

It was the type of bondage game she and Travis might have played, cuffed the way she was. What’s more, her pussy was exposed to the direct stimulation of cool pool water. Besides, there was a certain sexiness about the dangerous bitch looking up at her: soft, pale skin, firm breasts… erect nipples revealing a definite element of arousal.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Melissa wondered if this was it. Was the bitch really gonna let her drown?

She squirmed in a desperate attempt to free herself. But it was no use. All she was doing was causing the woman underneath her smile with amusement at her growing discomfort.

A spasm gently rolled through her body. It was the first warning sign of her growing need for air. Melissa felt a familiar tingle in her pussy despite the dangerous nature of her situation…

Tammi looked up at her captive while releasing a little air out of her nose. She watched with interest as bubbles dribbled up against the cuffed woman. Some rolled off Melissa’s chest, while smaller ones stuck to the bitch’s breasts in little beads…

Melissa felt the bubbles tickle and caress her. It was a humiliating stimulation. She count not help flinching involuntarily…

Tammi saw the bound woman’s reaction. For some reason it intrigued her. She allowed herself to drift a little closer, carefully releasing a few more blips of air out of her mouth…

Melissa felt several bubbles dance off her breasts. A few bounced erotically off her nipples. She flinched again, bubbling at the sensations. Her lungs heaved as she fought to hold her breath…

Tammi grinned mischievously before adjusting her position. She took aim and deliberately released a small, steady stream. Bubbles splattered up against the bound woman’s left nipple…

Melissa shivered as bubbles tickled her breast. She squirmed helplessly, another warning spasm rippling through her as her lungs began to burn. The bubbles were like little touches of electricity.

They dribbled up against her, rolling sensuously over her flesh. She shivered again as her body spasmed once more. The bitch was enjoying herself while watching as her lungs became more insistent in their demand for another breath…

Tammi observed with interest as a spasm rolled from Melissa’s stomach to her breasts, causing them to wiggle erotically. She saw another spasm… and then another. Each one appeared more insistent than the last.

The bound woman lost a burst of air as her cheeks bulged. She appeared to be struggling in a desperate attempt to hold her breath. Watching her drown was going to be oh, so satisfying!

Tammi felt a spasm ripple through her own body. There was another one; she, too, was running out of breath. She needed to go up for air, but she was fascinated at the way Melissa’s body was starting to heave and spasm.

She watched the woman grimace in concentration as she fought to hold her breath. Another burst of air blew out of her captive’s mouth. Tammi saw what appeared to be a rather painful convulsion rumble through the tightly secured woman.

She suddenly felt a massive spasm of her own. It caused her to blow a burst of air up into Melissa’s face. Tammi let go of the mattress, got her feet underneath her and stood up, panting heavily.

She saw a massive burst of bubbles come up around the head of the mattress. She flipped it over without even thinking about it, granting the bound woman a much-needed breath of air. Then she checked her watch, remembering she was keeping track of the time.

Damn! She wasn’t sure if she was impressed by the fact Melissa had held her breath for over a minute forty… or that she’d held HERS over a minute twenty. She’d been having way too much fun with the woman and hadn’t been paying that much attention to her breath-holding…

Melissa gasped for breath, grateful to still be alive. She looked over at Tammi, wondering what was coming next. Would this be her only reprieve?

Tammi watched the bound woman suck in huge lungfuls of air. It dawned on her she’d actually allowed the bitch back up! ‘What the HELL am I doing??’ she said to herself. ‘I should have DROWNED the slut!’

“SHIT!” she blurted out. Anger filled Tammi’s face. Melissa saw the enraged expression and gasped fearfully.

Tammi was furious as she grabbed onto the mattress. Then she heaved it right over. “SUCK WATER, BITCH!” she bellowed at the overturned mattress.

That wasn’t all she wanted to do. The bitch had been fucking her husband! So she clambered up onto the mattress, causing it to bob up and down in the water…

Melissa burbled fearfully. She lost a burst of air as she felt the woman climb up onto the mattress. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she remembered how angry Tammi had seemed.

‘I’m DEAD!’ she thought mournfully. The thought perversely exhilarated her almost as much as it frightened her.

She felt arms wrap around her from above. Hands fumbled over her breasts. Then she felt fingers on her tits…

‘OW! OW-OW-OW!!’

She burbled painfully as fingers pinched her erect nipples. Then they grabbed on. That’s when the crazy bitch began yanking on them, twisting them mercilessly…

‘OW… OUCH… SHIT… OW… BITCH… OUCH!’

Melissa jerked painfully, causing the mattress to bounce around above her. She burbled frantically as she clawed at the body lying on her shackled hands. The pinching sadistically intensified…

‘OUCH… FUCK… OW… DAMN YOU – OW!’

She felt her lungs spasm in her chest. Melissa burbled frantically as she squirmed desperately in an attempt to get free. The jerking of her erect nipples continued…

‘OW… OUCH… I’LL KILL YOU – OW!!’

Tammi grinned sadistically as the body beneath her jerked and hitched. “Take THAT, bitch… and THAT… how do you LIKE it, slut?! THAT’S what you get for fucking my HUSBAND!”

Melissa burbled in pain as her lungs began to burn. A moment later the sensations changed as those sadistic fingers began fondling her breasts and nipples. Pain turned to shameful pleasure until she moaned involuntarily, blowing a burst of air out of her lungs as a convulsion shook her chest…

Tammi saw air bubble to the surface around the head of the mattress. Instinctively she rolled off the mattress into the water. Then she stood up and flipped Melissa back over, allowing the woman to gasp wildly for breath.

That was the second time she’d delayed the bitches deserving demise! What the hell was WRONG with her?? Why was she suddenly experiencing these perversely erotic feelings for this whore?

Was it the pussy licking she’d gotten a few minutes ago, along with those fantastic orgasms she’d received? She was sure she wanted to drown the bitch… or at least torture the fucking slut! But now she was having reservations…

Melissa looked at her anxiously. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to get her breath back. She saw a strange look in the woman’s face.

Tammi didn’t seem as enraged as before. That was certainly not the look of a betrayed housewife. Was there a modicum of mercy in the woman whose husband she’d been fucking?

Tammi tried to clear the conflicting emotions out of her head. Damnit, this woman had fucked her husband! She deserved to drown in her very own pool right here and now!

She composed herself before grabbing onto the mattress. Then she angrily heaved it back over. Melissa let out a frightened squeal before splashing face down into the pool.

“I should drown your ass right now!” Tammi yelled at the mattress. But her voice sounded unconvincing.

Drowning the slut was what she OUGHT to do. Instead she was considering a different option. What she now thought she wanted to do defied all logic or reason…

Melissa eyes widened in horror. Once more she thought this was it. She was sure the bitch was going to drown her now.

Her pussy tingled from a perverse excitement. Something made her think of her quivering snatch being filled with one of the dildos Travis had used on her earlier in the day. After all, he couldn’t stay hard all the time. Sometimes she needed something for those in-between times.

A moment later Tammi came into view underneath her. The woman reached up and grabbed her nipples. Once more the bitch began pinching and twisting them…

‘OW… OH… OUCH… FUCKING BITCH… OOWW!!’

DAMN! The pain was working against her, arousing her even more. She burbled and squirmed, helpless to prevent what was happening to her.

The pinching stopped. Tammi drifted up against her. Melissa was shocked when the betrayed woman took a sore nipple into her mouth.

Oooooohhhh…

Melissa squirmed again as the woman underneath her went from one nipple to the other, gently licking, sucking and burbling.

‘Touch my pussy, bitch!’ she thought in desperation. ‘If you’re gonna drown me, at least grant me one last orgasm!’

A sharp spasm rippled through her… then another one. Her lungs were crying out for air. But she didn’t want Tammi to stop until the woman played with her pussy long enough to trigger the release she craved!

‘Hurry up, bitch! I can’t hold it much longer! Please! Let me have an orgasm!’

She burbled as her cheeks bulged, her chest heaving and convulsing. A moment later the rest of her air blew out of her body.

Oh, NO! She was gonna inhale any second now! Her pussy was tingling wildly, aching to cum. Yet the bitch was gonna let her drown without letting her…

Melissa watched Tammi move out from underneath her and stand up. She suddenly felt the mattress flip over, flopping her up into the sun. Once more she was allowed to gasp mightily for breath.

Her chest heaved as she sucked huge lungfuls of fresh air into her lungs. Then she gasped and started to tremble. Fingers were caressing her breasts… teasing her nipples.

Tammi had been thinking about Melissa’s earlier comment about the two of them becoming lovers and how it would be a good way to get even with Travis. Despite her misgivings, she found herself becoming intrigued with the idea. Maybe it was because she found herself aroused with desire as she continued fingering the bound woman’s nipples.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” When Melissa nodded weakly, Tammi impulsively bent over and kissed her. She allowed her tongue to probe the bound woman’s mouth.

Melissa groaned excitedly as fingers continued to roam over her chest. Her nipples were played with again. Then she cried out into the mouth upon hers once they were pinched.

The pinching stopped. There were more caresses. Melissa groaned with pleasure…

“MMPPHH! MMPPHH! MM-MMPPHH!”

More pinching. OW! Damn her!

“MMMPPHH!”

OOOWWW!

She felt her tormentor grab onto her tits. She felt them being twisted and mauled. It triggered a combination of pain and pleasure shooting through her.

Melissa moaned helplessly. She gave off another muffled grunt when they were pinched again. The whole time their lips remained locked together. At least it was far better than drowning.

Tammi came up for air, reluctantly stopping their passionate lip-lock. But she continued caressing the poor woman’s breasts.

“You like it when I do that; don’t you, slut?”

Melissa nodded weakly, tears in her eyes.

“DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE?” Tammi pinched hard while seemingly demanding an answer.

“OW…! Yes… yes, ma’am!”

Melissa moaned again as hands caressed her mounds. It was erotically humiliating. At least for now her lungs were not in the process of flooding.

“Let’s see if you can hold your breath longer, slut!”

The mattress was suddenly pushed up and over. The startled woman quickly sucked in a lungful of air before she was submerged again. Melissa shivered excitedly, unsure whether or not this would be the fateful moment Tammi took her revenge out on her.

She found herself praying the angry wife would stop erotically torturing her. Pain, bubbles and caresses were arousing her immensely. Now she was almost hoping the bitch would just fuck the shit out of her! Surely she’d left a couple of dildos lying around the pool for her to make good use of.

She felt movement in the water. Tammi swam underneath her, rolling over onto her back again. Once more the two were facing each other.

She saw the wicked grin on the woman’s face. Melissa trembled over what might happen next. Would it be better than drowning? Or would it be worse?

As for Tammi, she could not help herself. Maybe it was an act of revenge against her husband. Or maybe it was the awakening of hidden desires.

She wasn’t sure why. But for some reason she wanted to play with this bitch. She wanted to torture her sexually.

Her own excitement and arousal began to overwhelm her. It overrode any further murderous thoughts. Tammi allowed her body to drift up until she pressed up against Melissa face to face, chest to chest and torso to torso.

Their lips came together again. Tongues searched each other’s mouths. It was amazing the way Melissa was submitting. Perhaps the fear of drowning was motivating her.

Her hands slipped between them. Tammi found the bound woman’s breasts once more. Then she alternately started to pinch and then fondle her nipples.

Melissa shuddered with pleasure, jerked with pain and then shuddered with pleasure again. Her snatch was screaming for attention. She was trembling all over; every nerve ending jangling at her as she passionately returned the kiss initiated by her lover’s wife…

FORMER lover’s wife, she decided. As far as she was concerned, this was the end of Travis. His wife was SO much better. The woman was simply driving her insane with those caresses, pinches and bubbles.

Tammi burbled air out through her nose as she slowly brought a knee up. It came in contact with Melissa’s pussy opening. The bound woman burbled excitedly as she tried to squeeze. But her thighs were spread too far apart.

Melissa trembled wildly as she aggressively tongued the mouth of the woman who was driving her mad. All thoughts of getting hold of the gun and killing her were long gone. Now she simply wanted this woman to become her new lover by taking her… abusing her… fucking her…

Tammi suddenly pulled away. She blew bubbles up into the face of her captive. Then she slowly worked her way down the woman’s suspended body until an erect nipple came into view. That’s when she slowly sucked it into her mouth before running her tongue all around it…

Melissa trembled as the warm mouth came in contact with her nipples. She nearly blew her air away as bubbles slipped past her lips. She felt a warning spasm ripple through her. But for the moment she was not as concerned as before. She would hold her breath for as long as necessary if only this damned woman would stop teasing her and just give her an orgasm!

Tammi felt her lungs start to burn as a spasm shook her. She concentrated on sucking on the nipples in front of her. She detected small convulsions in the body of the woman she was pleasuring.

The two of them would need air soon. But her pussy was throbbing with longing. Perversely, she snaked a hand down between her thighs.

Tammi touched and then rubbed her own clit. It sent pleasurable shivers tingling through her as her legs squeezed together. She thought about her captive and wondered whether or not the bitch was getting frustrated as hell.

It served her right. Maybe she would hold off drowning her. Hell, maybe she’d let the bitch live, especially if they might develop a relationship of their own…

Melissa burbled as the warm body pressed against her. She fought to hold her breath as another spasm rippled through her. She desperately wanted this woman to touch her clit, stick a finger in her pussy… ANYTHING!

She spasmed again as her lungs cried out for air. She tried to squeeze her legs together and couldn’t. She tried to find some way to get her body to orgasm. But the release she wanted felt like it was tantalizingly out of reach.

She squirmed in an attempt to help move things along. A massive convulsion shook her. She became acutely aware her lungs were screaming for air.

She lost a big burst of air. Melissa trembled as panic flowed through her, heightening all of her senses. Her mind cried out, ‘CAN’T… HOLD IT… MUCH LONGER…!’

She started to thrash about as the last of her air spewed out of her mouth. A moment later she felt Tammi move away from her. For a moment she was panicked until she felt the mattress push upward.

She was rolled over up into fresh air. Melissa gasped mightily as she sucked breath after breath into her lungs. She even heard Tammi panting and gasping nearby.

She turned her head and looked at her. Had the anger dissipated? She really wanted to cum!

“2:23!” Tammi announced as she looked at her watch. It was a surprise they had both been under for that amount of time. She’d never held her breath that long before. Melissa just gasped for breath, eyes wide in amazement.

Tammi drew closer. She carefully moved her hand between Melissa’s thighs. Then she started rubbing her pussy.

Melissa moaned softly. Tammi abruptly pulled her hand away. She was still hurt and angry; it felt good to act cruelly toward the bitch!

Melissa glared at her in helpless frustration as she shivered excitedly. The hand returned. Fingers gently strummed her clit as well as the opening to her pussy.

She groaned again, shivering uncontrollably. Her body ached with lustful desire. Travis had never stirred her sensations like this before!

“Is that what you want, bitch?” Tammi grinned wickedly at her. Melissa didn’t care anymore.

“Please!” she gasped in desperation. “I want to cum! I’m so fucking horny! Fuck me… stick something in me… please… give me an orgasm… I’ll do ANYTHING!”

“Even drown?” her tormentor asked with a wicked glint in her eye, remembering the bitch’s comments to her husband.

Melissa was too far gone to think clearly. “Yes – yes – anything! Just let me cum!” She was so damned frustrated at being unable to squeeze her legs together to help bring herself to orgasm.

Tammi grinned at her. Then she paused to consider her own heightened arousal. Truth was: she could use another orgasm of her own right about now.

Tammi made a decision. “Make me cum, bitch, and I’ll think about it.” Then she flipped Melissa over with a splash.

It caught the other woman by surprise. She didn’t get the full breath she needed. Then Tammi worked herself back underneath the mattress.

She pressed her crotch up against the woman’s head. Then she maneuvered herself so her pussy was mashed up against the bound woman’s face. A moment later she felt a tongue lash out to flick against her clit.

Tammi moaned appreciatively as she started to squirm. This was much better. But it made Melissa’s task that much more difficult. She didn’t care as felt excited little tingles ripple through her as the tongue pressed itself into her cunt…

Melissa dutifully tongued the pussy mashed against her face. If she could just bring this damned woman to orgasm. Maybe she would be rewarded with the release her body so desperately craved.

She licked for all she was worth, concentrating on her task. It made it somewhat easier to hold her breath. Then the betrayed wife unexpectedly pulled away, filling her with dread she was going to be drowned anyway…

Tammi pulled herself away from that magical tongue. She waited a few moments to allow the excitement to die down. Then she slowly slid herself back under again, determined to make the task much more difficult…

The crotch returned and was mashed back into her face. Melissa resumed licking as a warning spasm gently shook her. She aggressively tongued the woman’s pussy, wondering if she needed to get her off in order to earn a reward… or a drowning reprieve.

She felt a certain sense of satisfaction as the woman’s body started to squirm against her face. Then the crotch pulled away from her again. DAMNIT! What the HELL was she DOING??

Tammi surfaced and gasped excitedly, prolonging her orgasm. Then she got another breath before sliding back under into position. She saw Melissa give off a burst of bubbles, causing her to grin inwardly as she wondered how much longer her captive could hold her breath…

The crotch returned, mashing itself into Melissa’s face. She was running out of air! It made her tongue the woman’s pussy for all she was worth as her convulsions intensified.

She felt her lungs heave, causing her to struggle to keep from inhaling. She tongued the pussy pressed against her lips in desperation. Then she sucked on the engorged clit as air began spurting out of her mouth… ‘CUM, DAMN YOU! CUM BEFORE I START TO DROWN DOWN HERE!’

Tammi felt air bubble against her clit. A tongue spread her pussy lips wide, causing her to squirm excitedly. She felt the orgasm rush toward her. But she forced herself to delay it as she slipped out from underneath the mattress.

She surfaced briefly, gasping excitedly. A big burst of bubbles erupted around the mattress. Then she flipped it over, allowing Melissa to gasp mightily for breath.

She snarled at her husband’s lover, “Is that the best you can do? If so, then I guess I’m gonna have to drown your sorry ass! You deserve it anyway for fucking my husband!”

“Please!” Melissa cried out, her body trembling from unsatisfied desires. “Let me try again! I want to cum!”

“Then you’d better make me cum first, bitch! If you don’t, I’ll just leave you upside down and let you drown!” Then Tammi grabbed the mattress and cruelly flipped it back over.

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 19 ’05; ed. Oct 11 ‘20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.1 (7)

Coming August rewards

Another Whittaker Manor chapter.
She’s found nude in the forest.
Two women decide to use the pool for the last time.
Her situation is too good to be true.
A demonstration for the family.
More drowning dreams.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A drowning contest.
A dangerous fetish.
2 “dry” short stories.
A couple I haven’t decided on yet.
And perhaps a bonus story or two (or three).

June stories/rewards will fall off at the end of July to make room for August rewards.

Sometimes I feel like my creativity is ebbing. Then I look to see the dates on some of the stories I’ll be posting this coming month. Several have been written this year. So apparently my creativity has not totally left me just yet. Maybe it just went on vacation/holiday.

The doctor might remove a couple of bad toenails next month. I don’t know what I did to them, but they are acting rather goofy. So I might be hobbling around town for a few days. Oh well. Better to remove a toenail or two than something a little more significant.

Otherwise, I’m doing well. Mom and I go into town and share a meal together once or twice a week. She’s ok, but sometimes she stresses me. Although… I can’t help but wonder how many times I’ve stressed her over the years.

One thing’s for sure: I’m not stressed by my patrons. You all have been very kind to me. I just hope my stories have been enjoyable, and a nice distraction during these… interesting… times.

Thank you for being my patrons…

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Hanging the Hangley High cheerleaders 4.4 (52)

Note: an edited repost of an older story

The Hangley High Prospectors had gone 0-9. The football team was discouraged, suffering through an appalling lack of motivation. The team was simply going through the motions and seemed destined to finish the entire season without a win.

The cheerleaders had certainly tried to do their part. But their efforts had also fallen flat. It was as though the entire school didn’t care what happened to their football team.

The cheerleading squad had started out wearing colorful one-pieces with short skirts. By mid-season they’d switched to midriff-exposed tops and shorter skirts in the hopes of motivating the players. But that had not helped.

Last week the girls had gone all out, wearing cleavage baring attire even though the nights were starting to get chilly. But there was a lack of enthusiasm over their cheers, and the team had lost anyway. A feeling of depression settled over the school.

Two days before homecoming, Brian Dawkins, quarterback and senior captain of the Prospectors, came up with a rather bold idea. He passed it on to his offensive and defensive starters. They all agreed. After all, what could it hurt?

Without telling school officials, they took it upon themselves to contact the eight members of the cheerleading squad. They all happened to be 18 years of age at the time, 5 seniors and 3 juniors. The girls said they were willing to engage in a private gathering with the team.

The big game was scheduled for Saturday night. Friday evening most of the team along with the eight cheerleaders snuck down to a secluded section of woods near the river. It was a location known for parties, making out, and under-aged drinking.

The girls all dressed in cleavage-baring attire. They also wore their school hoodies. This was to fight against the chill despite the fact each set of legs remained uncovered.

After they all piled out of the vehicles, the girls set up in a small clearing with a couple of big cottonwood trees as a backdrop. Then they went through every routine they had memorized. They even came up with an impromptu cheer on the spot in the hopes of helping to motivate the players.

The guys enthusiastically applauded their hard work. They appreciated the effort, especially with all that cleavage and those bouncing boobs behind tight-fitting outfits.

The girls were satisfied with their private performance for the team. With the night air becoming chillier, they all put their hoodies back on. They believed this private little pep rally for the team was about to conclude.

At the end of the presentation, Brian sent a couple of players from the offensive side of the football team to go fetch some rope. Then he turned to address Jenny and Samantha, the two head cheerleaders. “Rate your squad,” he instructed them. “Tell us who you believe to be the two weakest members of the team.”

“That’s easy,” Jenny replied as she looked at her squad. “Marsha and Colette have always struggled to learn the cheers and moves on the field.”

“Then they’ll go first,” Brian said with a smile, motioning in their direction.

“Go first? For what?”

Several players immediately surrounded them. The girls became confused, protesting in alarm as their arms were tied behind their backs. What really frightened them was the appearance of a noose that was looped around each neck.

The ends of both ropes were tossed over a solid looking limb of one of the large cottonwood trees. Brian declared, “Since we’re the Hangley High Prospectors, I think we should have a hanging!” That elicited a cheer from the football players. The cheerleaders were horrified.

With a nod from their team captain, the guys pulled on the ropes. The two frightened girls were abruptly pulled three feet up into the air. Then their ropes were tied off to a nearby limb.

Marsha and Colette instinctively panicked, their eyes opening wide in shock. A moment later they started kicking and twisting together. They bucked and jerked as they desperately fought their nooses.

They rasped and gurgled as two sets of bare legs flew every which way. Their cheerleader skirts billowed as they fought for survival. Breasts bounced within their school hoodies.

The players looked up in awe and wonder, several of them becoming quite aroused. Jenny and Samantha were just as enthralled, if not a little alarmed at the spectacle. Brian had told them what to expect, but they’d decided to go along with the whole thing.

They were also grateful it was not them doing the air-dancing. They just hoped the sacrifice of their squad members would be enough to motivate the football team. The other cheerleaders watched in stunned silence, experiencing a sense of nervous excitement at such a brutal, yet strangely erotic display.

“Give us a cheer, girls!” Jenny cried out, urging the air-dancers to give their best. “Show some team spirit! This is your last chance to show us what you can do! C’mon, you two! Do it for the team!”

Marsha was the fuller figured of the two. Her boobs bounced animatedly beneath her hoodie as she kicked and struggled. Colette was more slender with a little less chest. But her shapely legs flew all around as she kicked and pedaled. She jerked her knees together and then kicked some more.

The two girls danced up a storm, rasping and gurgling as they swung and twisted from the pain of strangulation. Their tits bounced noticeably within the confines of their hoodies as their skirts billowed. Their dance had the affect of hardening every cock present.

Eventually their struggles diminished. They finally tired out and hung limp and lifeless. Piss stained their panties as twin streams splattered onto the ground below. All that was left was a little sporadic jerking indicating they were both barely alive.

“Johnson… Timmons,” Brian declared with a nod. “Finish them off!”

Both wide receivers eagerly rushed forward to the dangling girls. They leaped up and grabbed onto the legs of both bodies as though making an in-the-air tackle. There were twin “CRICKS” as two necks were broken.

For a moment the hanged cheerleaders swung back and forth as the two receivers clung to them. Then the guys let go. Both bodies silently swung back and forth, sporadic nerve impulses causing stray muscles to fire.

There was a look of incredible agony in Marsha’s lifeless eyes. Blood trickled out of her mouth from where she’d bitten her tongue. Colette had a curious expression of lifeless pain and pleasure. To some extent she must have partially enjoyed the suffering she’d been forced to endure.

“Ok,” Brian said to Jenny and Samantha, nodding at the remaining girls. “Who would be the weakest links of the remaining squad?”

The two captains turned to look, smiling cruelly as their remaining companions gasped in alarm. “Latoya and Renae?” Jenny asked Samantha. The co-captain nodded her head in agreement.

The two named cheerleaders gasped in alarm and horror as several members of the football team rushed forward with more rope and two more nooses. They started to protest, proclaiming they did their routines well and that they didn’t want to hang. But Jenny shushed them, telling them, “Take one for the team, girls; ok? Let’s see you both cheer your all for us in those nooses!”

Secretly, Jenny had ulterior motives in picking these two. Latoya was the dark-skinned African American of the squad, whereas Renae had emigrated from Ireland. But it was suspected the two were having a secret lesbian relationship together, one that simply did not sit well with Jenny or Samantha. That reason ultimately turned out to be what got them both picked.

The two girls were moved underneath a different branch of that same cottonwood tree. It was a branch that looked like it could support their weight. They began to sniffle as they glanced at each other in horror. The looks on their faces indicated they never expected their illicit relationship could end like this.

Before the guys could heft them up, Jenny put up a hand. “Wait!” she said as she walked up to them. Then she partly unzipped both hoodies down to the waist of each girl.

“For the team,” she said with a cruel sneer as she pulled both tops down. It fully exposed both sets of tits. Then she nodded at the guys manning the ropes.

She stepped back as the two were hauled up into the air. Latoya’s eyes flew open in astonishment at the horror of painful strangulation. Then her legs began to kick in every direction.

Renae gawked as her airway was choked off. Then she began fighting the noose. Soon her legs began flying every which way.

The two secret lovers kicked and struggled, fighting for breath as their nooses tightened ominously around their throats. The players watched appreciatively, the cheerleaders apprehensively. Jenny and Samantha observed the second set of hangings with special satisfaction, both of them inwardly rationalizing it as “taking one for the team” and that the two deserved to hang side by side.

Latoya caught sight of her lover’s tits heaving in breathless agony. It was just as much a turn-on as it was horrific. Those nipples were amazingly hard, harder than she’d ever seen them. Hell, they were harder than she’d ever made them with her talented tongue!

Renae caught sight of Latoya’s bouncing mounds as her fellow cheerleader strangled to death. Despite the pain, she found herself regretting she wouldn’t get the chance to play with them ever again. At least being allowed to see them one last time was some small consolation.

Both girls kicked and danced, more for each other than for the damned football players watching them. They rasped and gurgled as they put on their show to an appreciative audience. Jenny decided their dance was better than Marsha and Colette’s. She just hoped it would motivate the team to a win tomorrow night.

Latoya suddenly jerked her knees together, cumming at the horrific sight of her lover hanging to death. Then she hung limp, unable to fight any longer. Renae joined her half a minute later, kicking hard and then suddenly going limp. Latoya’s stream of piss was about 20 seconds ahead of Renae’s.

This time a couple of defensive backs were allowed to come up and administer the coup de grace. They leaped upward and grabbed the legs of each dangling cheerleader. Their weight was more than enough. The group heard the satisfying sound of two necks snapping before their swaying bodies joined those of Marsha and Colette.

“I guess that leaves Justine and Charley, eh?” Brian said with a nod at the other two cheerleaders. A sturdy branch on the adjacent cottonwood tree was identified. Players moved forward once again with more rope.

Justine and Charley began squawking their desire not to be involved. But there was no way of convincing a group of murderous football players who were now horny as hell to spare them.

There were already 4 lifeless bodies dangling from another tree. What would it hurt to add a couple more? Jenny and Samantha were certainly not lifting a finger to save them. That’s when they realized they were going to hang with no hope in sight.

“Let’s help them out, Sam,” Jenny said quickly, thankful they were the last two left alive from the squad.

They both went up to each frightened cheerleader. They proceeded to cruelly pull down skirts and panties. Then they opened the hoodies partway, pulling off the tops so that two sets of tits would be exposed for the team to enjoy. Everyone was in for a real treat, being as how Justine’s were large.

Both girls started to cry, pleading for their lives. Jenny told them, “You want the guys to win, don’t you? Do it for the good of the team!”

Justine sobbed, “But we don’t want to hang!” Her doomed companion Charley shook her head as though it was all a bad dream and that she would soon wake up.

“This is the price you pay for being on the squad,” Jenny replied with a cruel grin, reaching out to caress Justine’s quivering mounds. “These suckers are nice and big. They’re going to bounce well for the team. Now give us a good performance; ok, girls?”

Brian cleared his throat, preparing to give the order to lift them up. Jenny beat him to it, eager to show them she was just as enthusiastic to watch her girls swing. “Hang ‘em, boys!” she declared. “Let’s get ‘em up and get ‘em to swinging!”

The two girls were lifted up into the air. Their eyes widened in shock and horror at the incredible pain around their necks. As their ropes were tied off, both of them started fluttering their feet as though the ground might miraculously return. Then realization set in, setting their legs to flying every which way.

This time there were no skirts to billow. The guys all got a good look at a couple of flaring, pink pussies as the two girls kicked and struggled. Both of them fought their nooses… and fought hard.

Justine’s tits bounced wildly, indicating she had been a good choice to swing. Charley was not as well endowed. But her breasts bounced and heaved just as nicely. Both girls rasped for breath as they kicked, pedaled and twisted in place, swinging this way and that.

It was an energetic, if not inspired, performance. Of the six now noosed, Justine and Charley were the most athletic of the bunch. They put out the most energy during their struggles.

Were it not for group politics, they might very well have been the captains of the cheerleading squad. But Jenny and Samantha had not allowed that to happen. Both girls had maintained a tight grip on their power over their girls.

Justine and Charley danced wildly, swinging back and forth as they kicked and jerked. They both fought their nooses hard. There were so many erections involved that a few were actually going off inside the trousers of their owners.

Jenny and Samantha thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle. No doubt they were relieved they were not among the six members now dangling from the two cottonwoods.

The sight had been terribly erotic. Both were now ready to fuck. Of the eight cheerleaders, they were the two most likely to whore themselves out to every member of the football team.

Eventually the fight was strangled out of the two desperately kicking girls. Justine and Charley lasted the longest of the three pairs of hanged cheerleaders. They finally hung limp and lifeless in their opened hoodies.

There was still a faint spark of life in both sets of eyes, even as they pissed themselves. Two running backs were chosen to finish them off. Both players eagerly leaped up, giving each set of legs a good, hard tug downward as the bodies were set to swinging back and forth.

There were two loud “CRICKS”. Both cheerleaders swung lifeless from broken necks. Stray muscles spasmed as the rope creaked from their swaying back and forth.

“All right; who’s ready to fuck?” Jenny wanted to know, turning toward the players. Her body was on fire; she desperately needed a release. Samantha turned right along with her, the two of them anticipating a long night of glorious fucking.

“Not going to happen,” Brian said calmly, his jaw firmly set. “We already had a team vote. No beer before our next win. And definitely no sex until we bring home a victory.”

“What?” Samantha blurted out in surprise.

“What about us?” Jenny wanted to know. “Guys, I’m horny as hell!”

Brian smiled with wicked anticipation. Then he produced two more nooses he’d been keeping hidden. “You two sluts are the ones we’ve all been wanting to hang the most. Am I right, guys?” There were cries of agreement, including a couple of comments of “HELL yes!”

Jenny blanched as she started to back away. “You guys can’t do this to us!” Samantha protested in a faltering voice.

“BLOWJOBS!” Jenny called out in a desperate attempt to spare her life. “WHO WANTS BLOWJOBS?”

“Not until we win a game,” their star defensive back Jimmy Evans answered for them all.

Brian calmly asked, “Whatever happened to ‘taking one for the team’?”

Jenny spat out, “You can go to hell!” as a couple of guys grabbed her.

“I think a slut like you will be going there ahead of me,” he responded with a chuckle. “You’ve fucked more guys than any girl I know.”

“Please!” she gasped as all of her clothes were removed along with Samantha’s. “We’ll do ANYTHING!”

Samantha resigned herself to her fate. It was obvious there was no getting out of this one. So she spat out, “Do it for the team, you stupid bitch! Isn’t that what you told Marsha and Colette… what you told them all? C’mon, Jenny, you fucking whore! We’re going to ‘do it for the team’, remember? Where’s your school spirit?”

“NOOO!”

Jenny struggled as they finished stripping her naked. “Let ‘em hang with their school hoodies!” Brian told the guys. “School spirit, remember?” Then he winked as he looked at Jenny and added, “For the team, right?”

They found another thick branch on the same tree from which they’d just hanged Justine and Charley. Jenny began hyperventilating as she was bound and noosed. The free end of the rope was tossed over the limb. Samantha just stood there trembling, believing resistance was futile.

“You two are responsible for the cheerleading squad,” Brian said to them both. “Now let’s see how well you two can motivate the team to go out and win tomorrow.” Then he nodded at the guys holding onto the free ends of their ropes.

“FUCK YOU – AWK!”

Jenny’s defiant cry was choked off as she was pulled up into the air along with Samantha. Two sets of feet fluttered for solid footing underneath them. Then they started to kick.

It wasn’t long until they were both dancing up a storm. They kicked and twisted, fighting their nooses. “I always knew that slut could dance!” Brian observed with a laugh, his cock hard in his trousers. “I just didn’t know how good she was at dancing in the air.” There was laughter from the other team members.

Two sets of tits bounced as twin pussies winked and flared. Both girls gawked and gurgled as they struggled to breathe, each one fighting her noose. Both hoodies ended up falling off their shoulders, only to hang up by the bound arms behind their backs.

Jenny’s pent up sexual energy finally exploded as she frantically brought her knees together. Then she jerked and bunny-hopped as she orgasmed violently. Nest to her Samantha could not help herself, suffering through a brutal climax of her own.

The guys stood around in awe, several of them creaming themselves as they watched. Jenny kicked and twisted until she went limp. She hung quiet for a few moments before she became reanimated as she kicked it up all over again.

Samantha went through a similar pattern. She kicked… went limp… kicked… went limp again. She finally went off in one final burst of frenetic activity, kicking as though she’d found a hidden energy reserve.

Both girls went well beyond the time it took for poor Justine and Charley to exhaust themselves. It was breathless agony, pain in the most excruciating detail. Their necks slowly stretched just like the others had done.

Their faces turned red… and then an awful shade of purple. They matched the faces of their dangling companions until they both exhausted themselves. Brian turned to Jimmy with a knowing smile. “You get Sam; I get Jenny.”

The two football players walked up to the dangling girls. Jenny hung limp, her eyes wide in horror. Her expression seemed to be saying, “No; don’t! Please, get me down from here!” Samantha just hung quietly, looking at Jimmy with grateful eyes as though telling him she was glad he was about to get it over with.

Both players jumped up as one, each one grabbing a set of dangling legs. There were twin “CRICKS” as two necks broke. Then two more bladders emptied, piss streaming onto the ground. There was even a loud fart as Jenny’s bowels gave way, further humiliating her in death.

The guys stood quiet, admiring the 4 pairs of swinging cheerleaders. Then Brian proclaimed in a loud voice, “NOW LET’S GO OUT AND WIN ONE FOR THE GIRLS!”

There was an enthusiastic cry. The guys all whooped and cheered. The hoodies and clothes were retrieved, leaving the girls to dangle naked with their arms at their sides. Then the team members turned and left the bodies hanging as they headed back to their vehicles.

The cars roared off one by one. Eight naked cheerleaders dangled from two cottonwoods. The sound of creaking ropes filled the air as a night breeze gently pushed on the hanged juniors and seniors…

EPILOGUE

The guys went on to win the game Saturday night. Many of them were spurred on by the fact the bodies of the cheerleaders still dangled in the woods and had not yet been discovered.

They were so motivated that they also went on to win their last game of the season. Eventually it was learned what they had done. Thus, the Hangley High Prospectors developed a tradition of hanging the cheerleading squad whenever they were suffering through a winless season…

2013; 2021 (written for Laney Oct 10 ’13; ed. Jan 23 ‘21 by riwa)

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Wendy posing in pink 3.6 (31)

The party was over. Those living in the states were making their way to Heathrow to catch their flights back home. That left Delbert and I.

Our flights weren’t scheduled until much later. Thus, Wendy offered to host us a few hours longer. We were appreciative of her hospitality.

She usually took it easy after her pool parties. It was exhausting for her to be underwater so much. So it caught Del and I totally by surprise when she offered to do a private little session just for the two of us.

Del was more than agreeable. Then again, so was I. We were flattered Wendy wanted to get wet for us one last time.

The problem was: I always got aroused whenever Wendy was in the water. I usually did my best to conceal my excitement. But I was not always successful. I caught her smiling at me on more than one occasion whenever my enthusiasms were showing in my trunks a bit too much.

Del was no different. I don’t think he tried all that hard to hide his bulge. Wearing Speedos certainly didn’t help matters any.

We helped Wendy set up a couple of air hoses. Del got his video equipment ready. Then we went and changed into our suits.

We were out by the pool talking about how lucky we were when Wendy appeared. She was wearing her shiny pink one-piece. The way it tightly hugged her curves caused a familiar stirring in my trunks.

We started off innocently enough. We swam around together, mostly horsing around. Del and I even grabbed one of her arms. But that caused Wendy to play-act for us by struggling in our grasp.

My bulge quickly became noticeable. Del’s was so obvious a blind man would have seen it. Wendy smiled innocently, but the expression on her face indicated she loved the effect she was having on us.

She offered to let Del take some video before we had to catch our flight. I laid flat on my back while wearing ankle weights. Del shot the scene as Wendy straddled me with the regulator between her lips, pushing down on my arms as though she was drowning me.

Afterwards, we switched positions. I was the one with the reg in my mouth straddling her while pushing her flat on her back on the floor of the pool. She spewed an exciting amount of bubbles as she struggled for me. When she motioned for the regulator I took it out of my mouth and gave it to her.

Del wanted a turn with Wendy. So I operated his video gear so he’d have some digital memories of his time in the water with her. Wendy play-acted with him as well, and I dutifully recorded it all.

We finally surfaced for a break. Del and I were thinking it was getting close to calling it a day. After all, we had a plane to catch.

Wendy offered one more scenario for Delbert to film, one he couldn’t say no to. I think she loved seeing the bulge in his speedos. So she fetched little yellow weights for her wrists and ankles.

She put the regulator between her lips. Then down she went. Del followed her down and started taking video.

I swam down to see Wendy sprawled out on her back. The weights to her wrists and ankles were holding her to the bottom of the pool. She exhaled breath after breath in a sultry pose as Del shot all the video he wanted.

I took the regulator from Wendy’s mouth so I could stay on the bottom with her. She playfully posed as Del got more footage. That’s when I was tempted to be a little naughty.

After filling my lungs I held the regulator between Wendy’s legs as she grinned and bubbled. Then I purged it into her crotch. She wriggled and squirmed with a huge grin on her face as though she didn’t mind in the slightest.

I breathed from the regulator as Wendy posed provocatively. Delbert’s erection was plainly visible in his speedos. I didn’t even bother trying to hide my own “enthusiasms”.

Wendy motioned for the regulator and I put it between her lips. She took several hits off it to replenish her lungs. Then I pulled it out of her mouth.

I used it to purge bubbles all over her. Wendy writhed and bubbled as though she was all turned on. It was arousing as hell.

Delbert motioned he wanted a turn. I put the regulator in Wendy’s mouth and then moved over to his position. He gave me the video gear and his regulator which I put between my lips.

Delbert caressed Wendy all over. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it wasn’t all that innocent either. She noticed his bulging speedos and grinned at him.

He took the regulator from her mouth and put it between his lips. Then he caressed her some more. That’s when Wendy gave him this knowing grin.

She motioned she needed the regulator again. He put it into her mouth and watched as she took several deep breaths. Then he took it from her and put it between his lips.

Del went back to caressing her all over. That’s when Wendy went into one of her “drowning” acts. She hitched and gurgled as she released a ton of bubbles.

It looked pretty damned realistic… and it was sexy as hell. I dutifully recorded it all. Then Wendy went limp.

She held her breath for a few seconds, her eyes wide as she vacantly stared upward. Then she motioned for the regulator. Delbert dutifully returned it to her.

She breathed deeply as she looked at his crotch. Then she looked at mine. She grinned again as though enjoying the effect she was having on us.

Delbert looked at me and made a slashing motion across his neck. He motioned for me to record it all. I made sure I had Wendy in focus, not at all certain what he was planning.

He took the regulator from her mouth and put it between his lips. Then he caressed her all over again. Wendy twisted, writhed and bubbled as though loving every moment.

She mouthed in his direction as though needing the regulator again. Delbert smiled and nodded as he grasped onto the reg in his mouth. But he delayed giving it to her.

She grunted and bubbled, clearly indicating she needed it. I simply kept recording, wondering what was going to happen next. Delbert just smiled with the regulator still between his lips.

Wendy sat up and motioned she was out of air. Then she tried to stretch out toward Delbert. He just backed out of her reach.

She looked in my direction, an expression of alarm in her features. Then she started to get to her feet. She had just kicked hard off the bottom when Del grabbed her legs and held on tight.

The panic in Wendy’s expression was genuine; she certainly wasn’t play-acting. She shook her head as she lost more bubbles. But Delbert refused to let go.

At first I didn’t know what to do. My cock was throbbing in my trunks. I finally concluded I was just the equipment operator and this was Delbert’s show.

Wendy suddenly gulped a huge mouthful of water. Almost immediately she went into these seizures. She hitched and gurgled, her face a mask of shock and incredulity.

It was somehow different from all her other performances. This was raw and guttural. It looked like she was really drowning painfully. I shamefully creamed myself as I recorded the event.

Delbert hung on to her until she stopped struggling. He let go as she toppled over onto her back. The yellow weights pinned her arms and legs to the floor of the pool.

I kept recording as she lay sprawled out on her back. There were little muscles spasms here and there. Occasionally a bubble or two would slip out of her gaping mouth as she stared upward with lifeless eyes.

Delbert motioned for us to head to the surface. I gestured toward Wendy in question. He just shook his head.

He left his regulator close to Wendy’s head. Then we headed for the surface. “Did you get it?” he asked when our heads were out of the water.

“Got it,” I said as we climbed out of the pool. “But what about Wendy?”

“She went for a swim and was playing with those weights when she had an accident. See the regulator down there? Maybe she got a cramp or got tired or something and couldn’t reach it.”

I looked at him for the longest time. “Are you sure, Delbert?” He just smiled as he told me I would get a copy of the video taken from his equipment so long as I didn’t share it with anyone. I decided not to push the issue any further.

2020 (written for Wendy Apr 7 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the pictures Wendy posted.)

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Strangled Girl – Laura’s final pose 4 (25)

Laura was a woman who didn’t think very much of my artistic talents. In fact, she didn’t think much of me at all. Hell, she didn’t think much of anybody!

She was a model… or so she claimed. She was also blonde. That explained a lot, at least as far as I was concerned.

She treated me like dirt. I suppose she treated most everybody that way. But she was still quite popular.

I told her she could pose for me if she wanted. She laughed at the idea. The more she resisted my attempts, the more I wanted her to pose for me.

I followed her home one night. When I caught up to her, she eyed me suspiciously. “What do YOU want??” she blurted out in disgust.

“I want you to pose for me,” I replied. “I think you’d make a good statue. I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you’ll pose for me.”

Her eyes lit up as she gasped incredulously. “Five hundred dollars?? You really MEAN IT?? I thought you were joking about being a sculptor!”

I strongly suspected money would get her to change her tune. After all, that was a lot of dough. I told her I was serious and that I thought she’d make a great sculpture.

“When do you want me to pose?” she asked, sounding all excited now.

“How about tonight? My studio is not far. We can get started right away if you like.”

She let out a delighted squeal. Then she ran her arm through mine, telling me to lead the way.

I escorted her over to my studio and let her inside. The place was a mess, of course. I don’t keep things very organized.

She saw the tub of clay on the table. So she must have surmised how serious I was. “How do you want me?” she asked, sounding excited to be immortalized in a sculpture.

I went over, picked up a wooden chair and placed it next to the table. “Right here will do fine,” I told her. Then I looked her up and down before adding, “Take off your clothes.”

She looked at me rather dubiously. Then she began to undress. She must have figured I was harmless enough.

She carefully sat down in the chair. I stuck my hands into the pot. Then I began molding some clay.

She watched me quietly as a look of anticipation filled her features. I was happy she was modeling for me. But I was under no illusions. Despite her enthusiasm, I was sure she was only there because she was getting five hundred dollars out of the deal.

I looked at her for a long moment. Something was missing. So I walked over and gathered up her scarf.

I brought it over to her and held it out to her. “I think this would look good around your neck. Don’t you?”

She smiled and nodded as she took it from me. She carefully secured it around her neck. Then she asked, “How about like this?

It was a very nice scarf. Hell, it was a very nice neck. So I stepped behind her to admire it, making sure she had it on the way I wanted it to look.

I took the ends of her scarf and shifted it around into just the way I wanted it. Then I pulled hard on the ends. She wasn’t expecting a thing.

Her head tipped back as she clawed at the tightening scarf around her neck. She made rasping, choking sounds… delicious sounds. They were music to my ears. She was going to make a great sculpture.

When she was properly prepared I went right to work with the clay. And let me tell you: I was INSPIRED! I worked all night, and by morning it was ready.

I invited my friends over to see the great unveiling. I also invited Maxwell, a man who had an art studio who had been impressed with one of my previous sculptures. My creation awaited under a sheet.

I pulled it off for the great unveiling. “I call it ‘Strangled Girl’,” I told them. Everyone gasped in awe.

“Incredible!” my friend Carla blurted out.

“So realistic!” Leonard remarked in admiration. “Her expression is so lifelike… so vivid!”

“I want to display her in my studio!” Maxwell declared.

Their comments made me proud of my creation. Laura turned out remarkably well in her final pose. Now she’s immortalized for the ages, her last position all covered in clay for all time.

Maxwell wants another one. As it turns out, Carla recently turned down my proposal of marriage. I wonder how she’d feel becoming immortalized for the ages for all to see…

2014; 2021 (written for “Laura” May 4 ’14; ed. May 23 ‘21 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene in the B&W movie A Bucket of Blood (1959). Vidcaps used for illustration purposes.)

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Assisted by the nurse 4.4 (56)

Riley called me and said she was going to do it this time for real. So I rushed right over. Would I get there in time?

When I arrived I found her sitting on the edge of her wall table. She had a noose around her neck. Her long-sleeved shirt had been opened; her bra removed and lying on the table.

Her jeans had been pulled down, along with her lacy bottoms. Strangely, she had a hand in her crotch.

What the hell? Was she trying to get herself off??

I stood there in astonishment. But what I witnessed was incredibly arousing. She looked so sexy sitting there with that noose around her neck, her tits exposed as she touched her womanhood.

She recognized me as I stood there in astonishment. Then she tried to speak. But her words were slurred as though she’d killed a few too many brain cells. Had she gone too far?

“Gianna? I… don’t try to stop me.”

I quietly removed all my clothes except for my nurse’s hat. I was flushed from a perverse arousal. Then I seductively told her, “It’s ok, honey. I won’t try to stop you this time.”

She looked up at me in surprise, a drugged look in her expression. “You… you won’t?”

“No, honey; I won’t. Not this time. You just go right back to touching yourself. Here; let me help you.”

I lovingly wrapped an arm around her shoulder. I moved her hand back into her crotch. Then I started touching myself.

“Oh, Gianna. I… I just want it all to end.”

“I know you do,” I breathed as I trembled from a surging arousal. “It’s ok. I’m here for you, honey.”

“You’re… you’re not going to try to stop me?” She seemed astonished I was not going to intervene.

“Not at all, honey. I understand what you’re doing. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it… yes it does. Gianna, I’m so tired.”

She rested her head against me. I could see her face slowly changing color. She wasn’t fully asphyxiated yet. But she was getting excitingly close.

What the hell was I doing?? I fingered myself harder. It was erotic as hell.

She rasped as her head jerked around. Her fingers played her dripping slit like a finely tuned instrument. Did she fully grasp what she was doing? Or was she reacting purely on instinct?

“Gianna? You mean you’re really not…” She was still in disbelief I wasn’t going to hinder her progress.

“No, honey. Here; allow me to help you.”

I shifted her closer to the edge of the table. The noose tightened as a result. She rasped for breath as she went into little seizures.

“Gianna, I… what are… you doing?” Her voice rasped, barely distinguishable.

“I’m just assisting you, honey. You’ve tried so many times in the past. Let’s make sure you go all the way on this one, shall we?”

“Gianna? Gianna, I…”

“Hush. Just let it take you.”

She had more seizures as she struggled to breathe. Her hand paused a moment as though getting mixed signals from her brain. Then she went right back to rubbing and fingering herself.

“That’s the way, Riley. Doesn’t that feel good? Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you feel like floating away?”

Her voice rasped again. This time she struggled against me. I moved her forward until she was almost off the edge of the table.

The noose took more of her weight as she strangled. She rasped and shuddered as she tried to resist. I just kept her there, holding on while furiously strumming my own button. It was so damned erotic!

“Gianna?? I… please…”

“Just let it go, honey. Just let it go.” I made sure the tension of the noose around her throat did not loosen any.

She experienced more seizures. Her body shuddered as I held her there. Her nipples were incredibly hard.

Now it was as though she didn’t want to do it. Maybe she did and maybe she didn’t. Or maybe she simply couldn’t believe I was helping her end it all.

“Strum your button, Riley. Make it nice and stiff. Strum it; that’s the way.”

She flicked her bean as though partially hypnotized. Maybe she was in a trance. Or maybe a few more brain cells had succumbed to lack of oxygen.

She opened and closed her mouth, but no words would come. She shuddered as her arms and legs became all spastic. It was so damned erotic that I shuddered from an unexpected, yet glorious orgasm.

Riley was mere moments behind me, I recognized it in her muscles and crotch as she hitched and shuddered. She was cumming as she was fading away… and it was incredibly arousing.

Her tongue protruded as drool spilled off the tip. She stared with unseeing eyes as her body continued its spasmodic jerks and twitches. Then a death rattle emanated from her throat.

She settled down right then and there, hanging just off the edge of the table. The noose had finally closed off her windpipe. Her face was a deep shade of red.

Her crotch glistened with moisture. I was sure she’d cum at least once… maybe even twice. Her little spasms faded until she dangled there limp and lifeless.

“Damn, honey!” I breathed softly. “I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I didn’t get here in time. You were always threatening to go all the way. This time I guess you finally succeeded.” It also meant I no longer had to respond to her dramatic overtures anymore, now that she’d finally succeeded in ending it all.
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Pond vengeance 3.9 (14)

I told the girls Janet was very punctual and usually kept to her Saturday afternoon routine. Jen and Sally were eager. We all had plans for that bitch.

Janet was quite the slut. She was also the jealous type. Somehow she managed to seduce every new guy we tried to date. Payback was inevitable.

We snuck out to her pond out back. We were all geared up and ready to go. Janet was going to be making an appearance at any time.

Jen wanted to catch her by surprise and drown the bitch. She had a dildo in her hand and was eager for Janet to get fucked by someone other than a boy we were dating. Sally and I loved her way of thinking.

We hid underneath the dock and waited for her to show up. We didn’t want our exhalations giving us away and scaring her off. Janet was going to feel the full effect of our wrath.

Sally looked at her watch. She made a motion as though wondering how long we would have to wait. After all, we didn’t have an unlimited supply of air in our tanks.

A couple minutes later, we all heard footsteps on the dock above us as it bounced in the water. A pair of legs hung off the end in the water. Each leg went back up, only to return with a foot encased by a dive fin.

Janet was getting ready to join us. The girls got excited and breathed a little heavier off their tanks. I tried to motion for them to breathe shallow or we might be discovered.

My worries were needless. Janet stepped off the dock into the water with a splash. Then she headed out toward the deeper part of the pond.

The three of us raced after her, legs kicking madly. Janet didn’t hear us until we were right on top of her. She let out a cry into the reg in her mouth as we grabbed her.

She recognized us right away. I kind of figured she might. It wasn’t long before she realized this was not a pleasant little social call.

I got behind her and grabbed one arm. Then I popped the reg out of her mouth. She bubbled in alarm as she struggled against me.

Sally moved in and grasped onto the bitch, playfully squeezing her tits. She was always a little jealous of Janet’s mounds. But Janet wasn’t going to have need of them anymore, certainly not after today.

Jen wasted no time grabbing onto Janet and pulling her suit aside, exposing her crotch. Then she cruelly rammed the dildo home. Janet stiffened as she grunted and bubbled.

She panicked as she tried to fight us off. Sally had to grab her free wrist. I had the other one, making sure she couldn’t use her hands.

I waved her mouthpiece back and forth in front of her face as Jen brutalized her with the toy. Janet grunted as she mouthed for her regulator. I just laughed as I casually tossed it aside.

Janet’s eyes were open wide. She must have finally deduced the purpose of our attack. She was about to become a permanent resident of the pond she loved to go diving in.

Janet let out a bubbly scream. I could tell she was out of breath. I pulled the shoulder-strap down to her one-piece, exposing her breast. Then I pinched her nipple before savagely mauling her boob.

Sally pulled the other strap down, exposing her other mound. Together we groped her tits as Jen gleefully fucked her pussy. That’s when Janet lost it.

I don’t know whether she climaxed or not. She hitched as she glubbed a mouthful of water. Then she put on a drowning performance for the ages.

We didn’t bother to let up. Jen continued to fuck her drowning body as Jen and I savaged her boobs. Janet hitched and gurgled painfully in our grasp.

Gawd; what a turn-on! She looked incredible the way she swallowed water. She finally stopped struggling as she gently hitched and convulsed.

Jen cruelly rammed the dildo into her one last time. Then she pulled it out as we all let go. Janet began her descent to the bottom of the pond, stray bubbles dribbling out past her parted lips.

She settled among the reeds on her back. I motioned upward. So we all headed for the surface.

I had just popped my head up when I heard a voice holler, “Janet? Are you out here? Damnit, girl; did you go into the pond ahead of me?”

I motioned for the others to follow me as we headed back down and ducked into some reeds. That’s when another body hit the water with a splash near the dock. It was Suzy in her skimpy pink bikini.

She came swimming out toward the middle of the pond. She suddenly let out a cry up at the surface. That’s when we all saw her dive down toward Janet’s body.

The three of us launched ourselves in her direction. We weren’t about to let her go. Besides, now that we’d drowned Janet, I was in the mood to add a second body to the bottom of the pond.

Suzy was almost to Janet’s drowned body when she saw us coming for her. She let out a bubbly cry as she made a mad dash back to the surface. She must have guessed what we were doing and how dangerous it was for her to be in the water with us.

She reached the surface and high-tailed back toward the dock. I reached up and grabbed one ankle, halting her progress. She started to kick, only for Sally to grab her other ankle.

Together we pulled her down toward the bottom. Her arms flailed as she clawed upward. It was incredibly arousing to witness.

Jen pulled on Suzy’s strings, allowing her bottoms to come free. Then she rammed the toy home into the slut’s winking pussy. I think she was turned on knowing the dildo she was using was going to play a part in drowning two bodies instead of one.

Sally and I pulled Suzy down toward Janet. She wanted to be close to her friend? We could help out with that!

Sally and I worked to pop her bikini top free. Then we savagely mauled her tits as Jen brutally fucked her pussy. Poor Suzy didn’t stand a chance, certainly not against the three of us.

We forced her to look down at the drowned body of her friend. Janet’s mouth gaped open, her eyes open wide in a vacant expression of horror. That’s when Suzy glubbed up bubbles.

Jen fucked her harder with the toy as she started to drown. Sally and I continued to molest her boobs. Janet stared up at us with unseeing eyes as we worked to add a second body to her final resting place. It would be a double-dose of pond vengeance.

We really enjoyed playing with Suzy’s body as she drowned for us. Jen was brutal with that dildo. I’m almost certain Suzy climaxed at least once while she was all caught up in the throes of drowning.

We finally let her go, the struggle all drowned out of her. We watched as her naked body slowly descended until she came to rest on top of Janet. But the three of us decided we couldn’t let that go without making a few alterations. So we went down, lifted a lifeless Suzy up for a moment, and then removed Janet’s dive mask before pulling her one-piece down off her drowned body.

We situated both bodies into a 69, Suzy on top of Janet. Jen and Sally loved that. Then we bid them a fond farewell as we headed back to shore.

One thing though… and I found it to be more than a little kinky. Jen took her toy with her. She later told us she wanted to use it on herself while remembering it had been in the twats of two drowning bitches. She even agreed to share it with us.

Yes; I used it once. You have no idea how big my orgasm was as I remembered drowning Janet and Suzy back in that pond while fucking myself with it.

2021 (written May 23 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the drawing by drjs.)

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Too eager to drown 4.3 (50)

She told me she wanted to experience the “fuck-drown”. I explained it was dangerous to flood a woman’s lungs like that. She asked, “They don’t always flood, do they?”

“Not always. But there’s a huge risk. It’s very dangerous.”

She winked coyly at me as she replied, “I live for thrills.”

We fucked quite often in her backyard pool. She kept pushing me to fuck-drown her. The sex was great, especially when she was pushing her breath-hold limits. But she wanted me to take her all the way as though I was having my way with her.

I got hard every time she brought it up. She loved grabbing my cock in the water, telling me how much she wanted to drown with me inside her. She was slowly wearing me down.

One evening we were going at it all hot and heavy out in her pool. She loved the weightless feeling of fucking in the water. And she loved the way I fucked bubbles out of her lungs.

She teased and taunted me. I got more aggressive with her. She really pushed my buttons, trying to get a rise out of me.

I finally shoved her underwater and rammed my cock down her throat. It made her gag up bubbles. It was erotic as hell.

I pulled her up, hoping that would satisfy her. She went back to being a bitch. So I shoved her under the surface again.

This time I entered her from behind. Her womanhood sucked me right in as though she was hungry for my dick. I pounded her good and hard, keeping her head underwater until she cried out in bubbly orgasm.

I pulled her head up to allow her to catch her breath. She went right back to taunting me. I was still inside her and eager to put her in her place.

I shoved her back under, thrusting hard into her from behind. She screamed and bubbled as she thrashed about in my grasp. But her legs wrapped tightly around mine as though she didn’t want me to pull out.

I pulled her head up and allowed a few quick gasps for breath, only to shove her right back under. She bubbled and cried out until her spasming kitty indicated she’d orgasmed again. Then I pulled her up so she could get another breath.

“Please!” she gasped, begging and pleading. “I’m so fucking horny! I want it – I want it!”

I told her she was crazy. She climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my quivering dick. Then she went over backward.

I fucked her nice and slow while I stood with my head up at the surface. She moaned and bubbled as her legs wrapped around me while I groped her mounds. She lost so much air that I thought she was going to drown herself.

I pulled her up, allowing her a loud gasp for breath. I finally told her, “Ok; you talked me into it. Better get a good breath, because you’re not coming back up until I fill you with spunk.”

“Gawd; don’t tease me! I hope you mean that!”

“Bitch!”

I pushed her under the surface. Then I submerged with her. We went all the way to the bottom of her pool.

I knew she couldn’t hold her breath for long. I’d dunked her too many times and had all but exhausted her. This time I was going to give her what she wanted.

I pinned her to the pool floor as I thrust nice and slow, knowing I could hold my breath much longer. She winced and grunted as the occasional bubble escaped her lips. Her nipples were incredibly hard, evidence of the arousal she was experiencing.

More bubbles slipped past her parted lips. She looked up at me as her chest started to heave. I thrust harder into her spasming twat.

Her eyes opened wide as she grabbed for my arms. I could tell she’d suddenly changed her mind. That’s when she began shaking her head as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Was she serious? Or was she teasing me again? I decided it didn’t matter.

She tried to slip out from underneath me. I held on tighter as I fucked her harder. The anxiety in her expression turned me on even more.

She bubbled as she shook her head. I thrust good and hard, sensing it wouldn’t be much longer. Once more she tried to escape. But she didn’t have the strength or the leverage.

She suddenly convulsed as she lost a huge flush of bubbles. She frantically shook her head. Then she hitched as she gulped a mouthful of water.

She went right into painful drowning spasms. Her pussy clenched tightly around my shaft. The way she convulsed as she coughed up bubbles was incredibly erotic.

Her pussy milked the spunk right out of my throbbing dick. She hitched and shuddered as I kept her pinned to the bottom of the pool. Her eyes closed as though she was trying to regroup. Then I fucked a few final bubbles out of her mouth.

I kept her down there for another thirty seconds, groping her tits while admiring her nudity. Then I hauled her to the surface. I laid her out on the edge of the pool before I climbed out and started doing CPR.

For a few moments there, I was really worried. Then she started coughing and coming around. She blinked in surprise before she looked up at me.

“You did it!” she murmured. “I… I didn’t think you’d do it!”

“You wanted me to, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I… still… I never expected…”

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes.”

She paused as though thinking it over for a moment. She finally shook her head before telling me, “I take that back. I’m not the least bit sorry. I felt you cum inside me while I was drowning. And I had one hell of an orgasm! It was incredible!”

“Does this satisfy your morbid curiosity?”

She giggled as she shook her head. “No. Now I want you to drown me again.”

“Bitch!” and I rolled her off the edge into the water. She submerged in a flurry of bubbles before she came up laughing and sputtering.

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Ghost town hanging 3-4 4.5 (102)

Part 3

Her companion looked real unhappy about her request. “Ashlynn, I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

“C’mon, Aidan! They did it! She looks like she’s ok!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Olive might look like she’s all right. But there’s no telling how many brain cells we’ve killed off depriving her of air like this.”

“You see?” Aidan declared. It was obvious he didn’t want his girl to get hurt any more than I wanted to see mine become seriously injured.

“She can always do a hoist if you’re worried about being careful.”

I looked at Olive and frowned. My girlfriend was not helping matters any. “Darling, let’s not push things, shall we?”

Ashlynn looked at us and asked, “What’s a ‘hoist’?” Her companion just gave her a disapproving look.

“C’mon, darling,” Olive said enthusiastically. “Let’s show them. First, you’ve got to go down and get the trap back into place.”

Somehow she rose to her feet despite the cuffs and noose still being in place. I shook my head, feeling a little self-conscious over my nudity. ‘Fuck it!’ I thought as I went down the steps.

I went under the gallows to the trap. I folded it up, making sure to latch it back into place. I didn’t want anyone to fall through and break their neck.

When I climbed the steps I saw Olive had already moved back onto the trap. The rope hung loosely over the beam, the noose slack around her neck. The cuffs were still attached to her wrists behind her back.

I carefully snugged it tighter behind her left ear. I could tell she was all excited again. Then she smiled as she told me, “Now grab the loose end and heft me into the air, darling. Let’s give them the full experience, shall we?”

“You just want to dangle again.”

“Of course I do!”

“Olive, you’re hopeless.”

“Then I guess you’d better hang me, darling.” That’s when she grinned at our new companions.

They didn’t act shocked anymore. But the young man named Aidan was understandably agitated. Clearly, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to the girl he was with.

“This is how we got started,” I explained as I let out a sigh. I couldn’t help wondering if this was going to get out of hand before it was all over.

My girlfriend started to become impatient. “Take me up, lover! Fuck; I’m already horny again!”

Olive grinned at the couple. She told them, “I always get super horny whenever a noose goes around my neck. So does John once he nooses me up. See how hard he is?”

The young couple instinctively looked at my saluting package. I blushed a deep crimson. Olive’s eyes twinkled as she grinned at me.

“I ought to lynch you for that.”

“Of course you should! Will you just take me up already?”

“Gladly,” I muttered as I shook my head in disgust.

“Wait; what about my toy?”

My cock was hardening as I gave the rope a pull. I deliberately ignored ‘Lionel’ lying on the gallows. She didn’t deserve him for embarrassing me like that.

It seemed our companions were not going to make a fuss about our nudity. Either they’d gotten used to it or they were simply ignoring it. Hell, maybe they were a little aroused by it!

Olive rasped as I pulled her up onto her toes. I held her there a moment, just to make her suffer. Then I pulled a little more until her bare feet left the deck of the gallows.

She struggled to breathe as she kicked a little. I kept her airborne for a few seconds. Then I let her back down.

She looked at me and pouted as she panted, “You know I like to be kept up longer than that, darling.”

“I was just showing them how quickly you can be taken up and then brought right back down if anything goes wrong.”

Ashlynn turned toward her companion, a hopeful look in her expression. “See, Aidan? That doesn’t look so bad.”

“What if something goes wrong, honey?”

Olive rapidly became impatient. She was almost to the point of squirming impetuously. “Take me back up, John! I’m so fucking horny!”

I shook my head as I pulled on the rope again. Olive went right up into the air. She rasped and gurgled as she kicked.

Her hands flexed behind her back as though she wanted to use them to get herself off. She had to suffer without “Lionel” giving her any assistance. I was glad to make her endure a little agony, even if it meant harboring a sustained erection.

I let her kick and shimmy for about twenty seconds. Then I brought her back down. She wobbled a little on her feet before she could fully stand upright.

“Fuck!” she rasped with disappointment. “I was almost there!”

“Tough shit.” She just glared at me before finally giving me a smile.

Ashlynn turned to her companion with a look of determination. “I want to try it, Aidan. It looks safe enough.”

He just frowned at her. “Ashlynn, do you really think you should?”

“He’ll be careful with me; right?” Then she turned to me and smiled as she asked, “You will, won’t you?”

Olive started to pout again. “But I wanted to go back up – oh, all right.”

She smiled at Ashlynn. Then she told me, “She should have a turn if she wants one. Go ahead and let her try the noose, darling.”

I went over and worked the noose off from around her throat, leaving it to dangle. Then I pushed her out of the way. If Aidan was willing, I concluded it was only fair to give his girl a crack at the experience.

I waved them to come on up. Ashlynn climbed up onto the gallows. Aidan followed right behind. They hadn’t said anything about their relationship, so I assume he was a boyfriend or something.

Olive lifted up her arms behind her back. “Hey; what about my cuffs?”

“You get to keep ‘em for a while. I’m probably going to end up hanging you again anyway.”

“Gawd, I hope so! I’m going to hold you to that!” I just shook my head again.

Ashlynn stepped over onto the trap until the noose framed her face. Her boyfriend stopped a couple paces away. She inhaled sharply as she stared at the dangling coil before her.

“Exciting, isn’t it… seeing it like that?”

Ashlynn looked at my girlfriend in surprise. “I, uh… I don’t know.” Clearly she was a little nervous and tongue-tied.

Olive watched with growing excitement. Was she getting turned on at the idea of seeing another woman hang? Her nipples were hard, her cleanly shaved snatch glistening.

Ashlynn looked at me as though asking for permission. When I nodded, she carefully worked the coil down around her head. She had to make sure her long, blond hair was brushed out of the way.

She gasped once it touched her neck. “Like this?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Help her out, darling.”

I looked at Olive, rolling my eyes. Then I stepped up to Ashlynn. I carefully tightened the noose around her throat, making sure the knot was settled below her left ear.

“How’s that feel?” Olive asked her with a lusty grin. “It looks sexy as hell. Now you look all ready to hang.” She looked like she was squirming with arousal at the sight of another woman in the noose.

“I’m still not sure about all this,” Aidan murmured unhappily.

“Oh yes you are,” Ashlynn replied with a sudden air of bravado despite her nervousness. Then she looked at his crotch and smiled. “Besides, I can tell you’re aroused by the bulge in your shorts.”

She laughed nervously as though trying to reassure herself. Then she looked right at me. Her voice was trembling again as she told me, “I’m ready. You can take me up now.”

I pulled slowly until there was no more slack in the rope. I eased her up a little more, gently pulling until she was lifted up onto her toes. Her eyes opened wide as her hands instinctively came up to her throat.

“Take her down!”

I dutifully obeyed Aidan’s command. Ashlynn ended up flat on her feet with slack in the rope. She panted a little as she rubbed her neck.

“Sexy,” Olive observed with a lustful grin.

I glared at her as I told her, “You stay out of this.”

“Aww; you’re no fun.”

Ashlynn appeared thoughtful. “You… you didn’t pull me all the way up into the air, did you?”

“I brought you right back down once your boyfriend told me to. Besides, I saw you reach up for the coil around your neck as though you were panicking.”

She turned toward her companion. That determination returned to her expression despite her nervousness. “Aidan, don’t you think I should go all the way up into the air at least once?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t you want to see me hang? We both looked at this gallows earlier and talked about how many times it had been put to use.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how many women they hanged on it.”

“One for sure,” Olive offered with a shit-eating grin.

I scowled at her as I snorted, “You don’t count.”

She looked at me and stuck out her tongue. “Spoil sport.”

Ashlynn looked at me and then at her boyfriend. “Can I try it again, Aidan? I should go all the way up into the air, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, you should.”

I glared at Olive over her comment. “Don’t push her, darling.”

“But John; she wants to hang!” Ashlynn nodded her head in agreement, a look of excitement trying to overcome her nervousness.

I looked at Aidan. He reluctantly nodded. I murmured, “Ok; if you wish.” Then I slowly tugged on the rope again.

I pulled steadily until her sneakers left the deck of the gallows. Her eyes widened as she rasped for breath. Now she was airborne, hanging for real.

Ashlynn started to reach up for the noose. Then she looked over at me. She actually stopped grabbing for the rope around her throat and forcibly lowered her arms.

I let her dangle for a good ten seconds. Then I let her down. She regained her footing and started panting for breath.

“Damn! That was so fucking hot!” I just gave Olive a dirty look, wishing she wouldn’t keep encouraging the poor girl to strangle herself.

“Well, Ashlynn? How was it?” At least Aidan didn’t sound angry as he looked at his girlfriend.

She looked thoughtfully at him. Then she told him, “Damn! That was intense!”

“Did you feel it in your pussy?”

Ashlynn looked at Olive in surprise. She appeared to think it over for a moment. Then she replied, “You know? I think I did!”

“It’s the asphyxiation, honey. My best orgasms have been as a result of intense asphyxiation.”

“We always try to be careful,” I added as I gave Olive another frown. “But she just keeps pushing the envelope.”

She jerked her arms behind her back. “Damn these handcuffs! I want another turn!”

I held up my hand and told Olive, “We can wait until she’s satisfied, can’t we?”

“Oh, I suppose. Damn; I need a good fuck!”

Ashlynn looked at her companion and smiled. “I think we’re gonna need one of those too once we’re done. Right, Aidan?” Olive just chuckled at that.

Ashlynn looked at me and asked, “Can I… can I go back up, please?”

I looked at her companion. He just shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that indicated he didn’t think he had much say in the matter. I gave him a wry smile, nodding with understanding.

I slowly pulled on the rope again. Ashlynn’s feet left the floor of the gallows. This time she tried not to kick as she hung there limp.

She rasped a little. Then her eyes flew open. That’s when she reached down and actually started rubbing her crotch through her skirt.

“That is so fucking hot!” Olive panted as she wriggled in place. I think the handcuffs were frustrating the hell out of her, keeping her from touching herself.

I looked over at Aidan. He didn’t say anything. But I did notice a distinct bulge in those shorts of his.

I let Ashlynn back down. She coughed a couple times as she rubbed her neck. Aidan started to take a step toward her. But she put up a hand as though indicating she was all right.

Olive grinned at her. “Hot, isn’t it? It feels incredible just dangling like that; doesn’t it?”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Darling, please don’t encourage her.”

“Why not? You can tell the kind of effect it’s having on her boyfriend, right?”

Aidan didn’t respond. But I did see his face flush crimson. The bulge was becoming very distinct in his shorts.

“Is that it?” I asked Ashlynn. I was becoming a little anxious about bringing the encounter to an end. I was also getting horny. I really wanted to take Olive back to our room so I could fuck the shit out of her.

“She wants to go again; doesn’t she.” Olive said it as a statement. It was as though she knew exactly what was running through the young woman’s mind.

Ashlynn nodded at her. Then she turned to me and asked, “Would you please take me back up?” At least she was polite about it.

I nodded my head. “If you wish.”

Aidan saw how hard my cock had become. I saw him looking at it, and it made me blush. Ashlynn looked down at it and smiled as well.

I was embarrassed because I couldn’t hide it. So I tried to look away. I figured Aidan might say something about me being aroused at the sight of his girlfriend in a noose. But he didn’t.

I pulled more firmly on the rope. Ashlynn went right up into the air. Almost immediately she began rubbing herself through her skirt.

“I knew it!” Olive gasped excitedly. “The bitch fucking loves it! Gawd; she looks sexy! I’d love to see her hang nude!”

I kept her up a little longer. I could tell she was struggling to breathe. Then her hands started to rise up to grab for the noose.

I was about to let her back down. But she saw me and forcibly lowered her hands. She groped her crotch as she cupped one of her breasts through her blouse.

I glanced over at Aidan. He seemed fascinated. Was it because he had a good look at my nude girlfriend standing close to his dangling girl?

Ashlynn suddenly began to kick and struggle. She really tried to rub herself through her skirt. Then she bucked and shuddered.

I quickly let her back down. Aidan rushed over to catch her. She was a little wobbly on her legs for a few seconds until she settled back down.

“Oh fuck!” she panted. Then she turned and stared at Olive.

“I… I actually had a little climax that time! You’re right! You were so right!”

“Are you done?” Aidan asked hopefully.

She grinned at him before reaching out to rub his bulge. “I think I want to go again. This time I’d like to try the handcuffs.” Then she looked around at all of us and blushed before adding, “…and I want to hang naked… that is, if it’s ok with everyone else.”

2020 (written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

Part 4

“It’s certainly ok with me,” Olive replied with a lustful smile. Then she looked me right in the eye.

“Get these handcuffs off me, darling. You have no idea how hard it’s been, watching you hang her without being able to touch myself.”

“I’ll go get the keys,” I told her with a sigh of resignation. I thought about saying something else. But I decided against it.

Ashlynn removed the noose from around her neck. Then she started to strip. I climbed down off the gallows to track down the keys to the cuffs in our hidden sack.

Up above I heard Olive say, “If she’s going to undress, you might as well take your clothes of too, Aidan. No use only one of us running around with any clothes on.”

“What if someone shows up?” He sounded understandably wary.

“I haven’t heard any vehicles pull into the parking lot.” That was Olive.

I couldn’t resist as I called out, “That’s because you’ve been too distracted up there! I doubt you would have heard rampaging buffalo rushing through town!”

“Will you just bring those keys up already?”

I tracked them down and pulled them out of the bag. Then I headed back for the steps to the gallows. I could not help wondering just how far this was going to go.

Ashlynn was in the process of pulling down her panties when I climbed the steps. Aidan was already working on his briefs. “That is so hot!” Olive gasped with delight. “They both look horny, darling! Hang me quick so we can turn them on!”

“First, Ashlynn wants to try the gallows naked. And she wants to use our handcuffs. Then maybe I’ll think about hanging you again.”

“Just make sure there’s enough time for me to swing one last time.” Olive looked around as though checking to see how much daylight we had left to play with.

Ashlynn had a nice rack on her chest. And her boyfriend had a long erection. Olive practically drooled at the sight of them.

I unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists. “About time,” she said impatiently as she rubbed them. “I’ve been standing over here all horny as hell.”

“That’s not my fault, is it?”

“Just hang me, damn you!”

“We’ll let Ashlynn try the noose until she’s had enough.”

“Thank you,” Ashlynn said with a grateful smile. But there was a flash of something in her eyes, indicating she was becoming more and more excited about all this.

“Better reset the noose,” I observed as I looked up at it. Then I offered the cuffs to Aidan.

“You want to cuff her? She probably deserves it. Besides, it may give you some satisfaction cuffing her wrists behind her back. It always works for me.”

“He loves cuffing me; that’s for sure.” I just turned and gave Olive a dirty look, causing her to chuckle.

Aidan took the cuffs from me. Then he secured his girlfriend’s hands behind her back. His erection pushed into her backside, causing her to wriggle and moan.

I motioned at the dangling noose as I told him “I guess you can do the honors with this one.”

My girlfriend did not help matters in the slightest. “Noose her up, Aidan! She fucking deserves it! Now I’m really getting excited!”

“Darling, you’re not helping matters any.”

“Why the hell not, John? I’m so fucking horny over here!”

Aidan looked at me for confirmation. I just nodded it was ok. So he took the noose and looped it over her head, brushing her long hair out of the way.

Ashlynn gasped when it touched her bare skin. My girlfriend asked, “You like it when your boyfriend nooses you up? I sure love it when mine does.”

They both looked at Olive. My girlfriend was back to shamelessly touching herself. I just rolled my eyes again as I shook my head.

“Go ahead and snug it up,” I told him. “You don’t have to make it too tight. Just enough so there’s no loose rope around her neck.”

Aidan nodded as though he understood. I watched him take the slack out of the noose until it seemed snug around her throat. Then he looked over at me.

I nodded as I pulled on the rope. I finished taking the slack out. Olive laughed as she told them, “This is the part where he usually molests me before hanging me.”

Aidan looked at Olive for a long moment before reaching out to touch and rub his girlfriend. Ashlynn moaned and panted. My girlfriend seemed to love egging them on, having become extremely aroused over watching a new couple trying the noose.

“Let me know when you want me to take her up, ok?”

Aidan looked at me for a long moment. Then he looked at his girlfriend, a question in his eyes. “Do it!” she nodded as she gasped breathlessly.

He looked at me and nodded. That’s when I pulled on the rope. Ashlynn went right up into the air.

I kept her about six inches off the gallows floor. Aidan watched to see what she would do. She rasped for breath as she tried to dangle limp. Then she started to shimmy a little, her legs kicking as her arms started jerking up and down behind her back.

“Oh fuck!” Olive blurted out. She shamelessly masturbated at the erotic spectacle. I must admit my cock was hard as well.

Ashlynn kicked a little as she wriggled like a worm. Aidan’s cock saluted his dangling girlfriend. My dick was saluting the whole damned time.

Ashlynn began thrusting outward with her hips. When my girlfriend did that, it usually meant she was experiencing an orgasm. Olive immediately gasped, “Fuck; she’s cumming!” Then she furiously masturbated.

It looked like Ashlynn was starting to suffer. Aidan demanded I bring her back down. But I was already a half-second ahead of him.

He had to help hold her upright for a few seconds when her bare feet touched the platform. She rasped for breath as he worked to loosen the noose from around her neck. Then he anxiously asked, “Are you all right, honey?”

She coughed a couple times until she could finally speak. “For a second there it really hurt! But then I… then it felt… I actually came while I was hanging!”

“That’s nothing,” Olive said as she came over. I noticed she had the keys to the cuffs in her hand. That’s when she told me, “Darling, let’s show them how we really have fun in the noose; shall we?”

She went over and freed Ashlynn from the handcuffs. Aidan helped remove the noose from around her neck. Olive gave him the keys as she motioned me over.

“C’mere, darling. Let’s show them how we do the ‘flying fuck’.”

“The ‘flying fuck’?” Ashlynn repeated in surprise. “What the hell is a ‘flying fuck’?”

I nodded as Olive stood on the trap. She eagerly cuffed her own wrists behind her back. She’d become much too impatient wanting to dangle again.

“This is how we do it,” she panted excitedly as I looped the noose around her neck. “Ok, darling. Let’s put on a show, shall we?”

I made sure the coil was tight around her throat, the knot close to her left ear. Then I took the free end and pulled her up into the air. She rasped and gurgled as she kicked a little.

I let her right back down. She wobbled a little on her feet. Then I pulled her right back up.

She rasped and shimmied as my cock grew exceedingly hard. Her legs tried to reach out for me. But I was standing just out of reach.

I let her back down. Then I stepped closer. Once more I pulled her back up into the air.

This time she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her wet snatch found my throbbing erection. Then she settled down upon it until she was fully impaled.

Ashlynn and Aidan watched in astonishment as I pulled on the rope, playing with Olive by strangling her. She rasped for breath as she eagerly rode me, her neck stretching a little. I toyed with her by adding tension to the noose, then easing off to give her just enough slack for a breath or two.

She enthusiastically rode me, causing me to pull harder on the rope. She rasped and grunted as she struggled to pull in a decent breath. I was pretty damn close to cumming.

I looked at our new companions and smiled. “First, you pump a load deep inside her. Then, you let her pay the penalty she so richly deserves.”

I pulled on the rope, maintaining the tension until Olive went wild. She wriggled and clenched until I cried out my release. Then I pulled harder, lifting her up into the air as I stepped back.

Olive lost me with her legs. She swung back and forth, her eyes wide. Her hips just kept thrusting as though she was still trying to fuck a cock that was no longer there. The evidence of my release dripped out of her snatch onto the floor of the gallows.

I held her in the air for a good half minute, just to make her pay for pushing things this far. Then I let her down. I stepped close and helped hold her upright, loosening the noose around her neck until she started breathing normally again.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Gawd; I needed that! It felt like you needed it too!”

I turned toward Ashlynn and Aidan who stood there stunned. “That’s how we do it,” I explained. “At least that’s what Olive wanted us to show you. It’s certainly one hell of a thrill.”

“Aidan?” his girlfriend asked nervously. “Could we… I mean… do you think we could…?”

I removed the noose from around Olive’s neck. Then I took the keys from Aidan. I removed the cuffs from my girlfriend before handing them over.

“The gallows’ all yours!” Olive declared with a grin. “I can’t wait to watch this! Fuck; this is going to be good!”

Aidan looked curiously at his girlfriend. She nodded from a nervous arousal, urging him to go right ahead. His cock was hard; he was clearly turned on by all this.

Olive and I stepped back, giving them plenty of room. He hesitantly cuffed his girlfriend’s arms behind her back. Then he asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Gawd; yes!” she breathed. “Watching them was so incredibly hot! I want to try it at least once!”

“Ok; if you’re up for it.”

He took the noose and worked it around her neck, brushing her hair out of the way. He adjusted the coil until the knot was by her left ear. Then he snugged it up.

“Play with her first!” Olive panted. “Gawd; I really want to see this!” Then she abruptly dropped to her knees in front of me.

She began sucking my cock right in front of them. But the whole time her eyes were focused in their direction. Aidan looked down at her and then at me as though asking for confirmation.

“Up to you,” I said quietly.

“Do it!” his girlfriend gasped excitedly.

“Make her pay the penalty!” Olive blurted out before taking my cock back into her mouth.

Aidan slowly pulled on the rope. Ashlynn’s feet left the platform. There was nothing she could do about it, especially with her arms cuffed behind her back.

He let her right back down until she was flat on her feet. Then he took her back up again, just like I had done to Olive. She let out a frightened squawk before her breath was partially cut off.

His cock was stiff and dripping; I could tell he needed a release. Olive hungrily looked at his erection. I think she would have happily satisfied him if I wouldn’t have been standing there needing some attention.

Aidan let his girlfriend back down. Ashlynn rasped for breath. For a moment it looked like she was having second thoughts. Then he pulled her back up into the air.

She kicked until he stepped closer. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him. He lowered her until it looked like he’d impaled her with his dick.

She rasped and grunted, still struggling to breathe. It looked like she was really trying to ride him. He pulled on the rope a little as though trying to mimic what I had just done to my girl.

Olive moaned with my cock in her mouth. She furiously masturbated as we both watched. I couldn’t help wondering whether or not we were in the process of creating a dangerous situation.

What if Ashlynn wanted to go too far? What if Aidan was getting into it to the point where he wanted to take her all the way? What was our responsibility in all this?

Ashlynn gurgled as he thrust up inside her. Then he let out a cry of release. He pulled out almost immediately before stepping back, still keeping her airborne.

Creamy droplets dripped out of her snatch as she kicked and shimmied. Her face started to turn red. It looked like she was really suffering.

Olive moaned like a bitch in heat with my cock down her throat. I couldn’t believe how all this was turning out. But Ashlynn looked like she was starting to suffer just a little too much.

I was just about to say something when Aidan let her down. He had to grab onto her and hold her upright. Then he frantically worked to loosen the noose from around her throat.

She panted and wheezed for breath. “Honey, are you all right? I’m… I’m sorry! I thought you wanted to go longer… but then I thought I should stop… but then I thought you’d be mad at me for… are you all right?”

Ashlynn coughed and rasped for breath. Aidan quickly removed the noose. Then he hugged her tightly as he begged, “Say something!”

“I… you bastard… you… you really enjoyed… you… fuck; I… fuck!”

“Maybe we’d better be going,” I murmured nervously. Had Ashlynn suffered a little too long?

“Not so fast,” Olive told me as she looked all around, noticing the setting sun. “I get one more drop; ok? I WANT one more drop! You owe me that! Now I want you to hang me proper!”

2020 (written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

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3 in the pool (Parts 1-3) 4.3 (18)

Note: an older, re-edited story)

Part 1 – The investigation

“What’ve we got, Catherine?” Gil Grissom asked as he entered the backyard through the patio door.

“You’ve got to see this,” Catherine Willows told him, motioning toward the rectangular pool.

He followed her around the edge of the water. Gill looked curiously at the nearly deflated air mattress that floated in the corner of the deep end. She led him around to the end of the pool where she stopped.

Catherine looked down into the deep end again, once more shaking her head in disbelief. This was the third time she’d seen them all down there. And she still had a hard time believing her eyes.

There was something else about the scene. But she would never tell her superior about how she felt. It was something that caused her to feel a strange flush of (dare she admit it to herself?) sexual excitement.

Grissom looked down and saw the nude body. No, there was more than one body lying on the bottom in eight feet of water. His jaw dropped open in astonishment.

A white male was sandwiched face down between two white females, his arms splayed outward. The two women were wearing what appeared to be beige-colored weight belts around their waists. Their arms stretched out and came together, almost as though…

He looked more intently. What the hell? Was he seeing what he thought he was seeing?

“Those ladies are cuffed to each other’s wrists!” he observed aloud, staring in surprise.

The two women appeared to be cuffed together. They looked as though they were trying to prevent the man between them from getting away. He got a mental image of the three of them writhing in agony, bubbles dribbling out of their mouths while each one desperately struggled to hold his or her breath.

“That’s what it looks like to me,” Catherine said softly. She was still feeling breathless at the sight in front of her, even though she’d been there for several minutes now.

“Why? To keep him from getting away?! It looks like he could have squirted out from between them anytime he wanted to.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to,” Catherine suggested. She looked down at them again and found herself longing for a cool, refreshing swim. Why was this affecting her so?

“What’s that?” Grissom pointed downward. “That… thing sticking out of her. Is that what I think it is?”

He looked at Catherine and felt a slow burn creep up his face. “Yeah,” she smiled, chuckling inwardly at his embarrassment. “Looks like a dildo to me.” She looked down again before adding, “Looks like the other woman has one too.”

Grissom’s eyebrows raised in astonishment. “Seems this party got a little kinky. We have any identifications on the bodies?”

“As a matter of fact, we do! The female on the bottom is Melissa Atherton. She owns the place. The guy on top of her is Travis Andrews. That’s his car parked in front of the garage. Apparently he and Melissa were having an affair.”

“How do we know that?”

She turned and pointed at two young boys standing up against the backyard wire-mesh fence with a police officer, eyes wide with excitement. “Our two young voyeurs have seen Travis and Melissa together in the pool on several occasions. They jump the fence and sneak in a swim whenever no one is around. They’re the ones who called the police. When they came over the fence…”

“…they found the pool ‘occupied’,” Grissom finished for her. “They didn’t see anything before they came into the backyard?”

“Nope. Our trio was already at the bottom of the pool when they arrived.” She paused, wondering why she was trembling. Must be the heat.

“You want to guess the identity of the top member of our threesome?” she said with a hint of a smile.

“We have an I.D. on her, too?!” Grissom asked in surprise. In this business, I.D.’s were often hard to come by. To be able to identify all three victims in a matter of minutes had to be a CSI record.

“Got her purse right over there,” Catherine said, pointing at the object on the ground under a lawn chair.

“So who is she?”

Catherine smirked as though she knew something he didn’t, enjoying the feeling of having something over her all-knowing boss. “Take a wild guess.”

Grissom looked at her and picked the most ridiculous person he could think of. “Is she his wife!”

Catherine’s face fell. Damn! How did he KNOW these things??

“You’re kidding,” He remarked in surprise. “I just sort of pulled that out of the air. That’s his wife down there??”

“Name’s Tammi Andrews,” she sighed, hoping she’d get him on some juicy piece of information next time.

Catherine looked down into the pool once more. She felt another quiver of excitement ripple through her. Her boss curiously peered down as well.

“You think they all jumped in together?” he asked curiously. “A sexual threesome and something went wrong?”

“I don’t know. The boys say they’ve never seen Tammi over here before. Besides, we found that.”

Catherine Willows pointed at a lawn chair. Gil turned and stared curiously. A handgun rested in the padded seat.

“Nobody brings a gun to an orgy,” he mused thoughtfully. Catherine looked at him curiously.

“I’ve never been to one so I wouldn’t know,” he replied quickly. “Maybe they were role-playing. You think the wife brought it with her?”

Catherine shook her head. “If she did, why would she cuff herself to her husband’s mistress and stick hubby in the middle? If she wanted to drown all three of them, you’d think he could have somehow extricated himself from between the women before it was too late.”

“Maybe the gun belongs to someone else… somebody who wanted them all dead. Do we know if Melissa was married?”

“Not yet, but I haven’t seen any evidence of a husband.”

“What about a jealous boyfriend?”

“If someone else was involved, why not cuff all three together?”

Catherine looked down into the pool again. She felt another tremor of excitement ripple through her. She was trying to imagine what it must have felt like, holding your breath while knowing you were going to drown.

Her boss continued to stand there as though puzzling it over in his mind. Catherine desperately needed to take a cold shower. Could she could come up with an excuse to go into Melissa’s house and throw some cold water on her face. It would be way too obvious (and unprofessional) if she “accidentally” fell into the pool to cool off.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Gil muttered.

“Alice in Wonderland,” Catherine smiled at him. “How appropriate.”

Gil took another look into the pool. “We got anything for taking underwater pictures?”

“Nick and Sarah are on their way with a camera and some scuba gear.”

“Good. We’re gonna need ’em. We have a lot of evidence to process. And we’ll need to cover every inch of this backyard to find out what happened.” Then he smiled as he added, “I think I’ll give Nick the assignment of taking the underwater pictures.”

Catherine smiled in amusement. She looked down and felt a perverse tremor again. She wondered if Nick would be affected the same way she was experiencing these strange feelings. Was it crime scenes like why she liked this line of work?
—–
Captain James Brass and Warrick Brown stopped by the crime scene long enough for Catherine to fill them in. She gave them the address to the deceased couple’s residence. Then she handed them the wife’s set of house keys.

They drove across town to the home belonging to Travis and Tammi Andrews. They pulled into the driveway, got out and checked the garage. There were no vehicles inside.

“Looks like we’re looking for another car,” Warrick concluded as they unlocked the front door. “The keys on her ring don’t fit the car parked in Atherton’s driveway. That vehicle must belong to her husband.”

“So she drove over and parked somewhere nearby?” the captain suggested.

“Probably,” Brown admitted. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find once we find out the make and model. There’s got to be something in the house that will tell us what she’s driving.”

They entered the kitchen and saw the telephone. It had a built-in answering machine with Caller ID. There was a green number 1 in the circular display, indicating a message had come in and been checked.

The two men looked at each other. Warrick slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. Then he carefully punched the message button with a gloved finger.

A man’s canned voice spoke out… “One… message… message… one… Saturday… four-oh-two pm…” What followed came from an angry female…

“You’re supposed to be here right now, asshole… so let me guess! You’re over at her house again, aren’t you, you sonuvabitch! I know who she is and where she lives! Maybe I’ll just come over there right now and burn your ass, you fuckin’ bastard! Maybe I’ll burn the both of you!”

“End of… message…”

“Loving couple,” Warrick remarked dryly.

“I’d say she caught up with him,” the captain observed, looking Brown squarely in the face.

“I think she caught up with both of them!” Warrick replied soberly.

“You think she killed ’em?”

The crime scene investigator winced. “From the sound of her voice I’m glad she wasn’t angry with me! Drowning… damn! What a way to go!”
—–
“What’ve we got?” Grissom asked the next day as he and Catherine entered the coroner’s examination room. The bodies of the people found in the pool were on three separate tables. Dr. Albert Robbins, coroner for the CSI team, shook his head in amazement.

“All three of them drowned, that’s for sure. Where do you want to start?”

Grissom suggested, “Let’s start with Atherton… the owner of the house.”

“All right.”

Dr Robbins moved over to the body of the dead female. Then he motioned at the body. “See these abrasions? She was punched here and here.”

He motioned at the woman’s face and chest area. “Down here… on the abdominal region? This is bruising consistent with being kicked in the stomach. She probably rolled around on the ground trying to deflect the blows. I’d say she was in a fight of some kind before she died.”

“With who?” Catherine wanted to know.

“My guess would be the wife. Her body also shows signs of a recent struggle.”

“So the wife and the mistress had a fight?” Catherine asked with interest.

The coroner looked at her thoughtfully. “Wouldn’t you if you caught someone having an affair with your husband?”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far.”

“What else?” Grissom asked.

“Some interesting marks on Melissa,” he said, motioning toward the ankles.

Catherine took a closer look. “Those look like cuff marks. Her ankles were cuffed together?”

“I’d say her ankles and her wrists.”

“We saw the cuffs holding both ladies together,” Grissom added.

“These marks may not have been made by the cuffs you saw on both women,” Robbins said, lifting up one of Melissa’s wrists. “See here? Indentations are more pronounced. She had these cuffs on her for a lengthy period of time. If she would have been cuffed and drowned right away, the cuff marks wouldn’t show to this extent. Look here…” and he pointed at the shoulders.

“Muscle strain?” Catherine asked, looking closely.

“If her arms were cuffed behind her back for any length of time,” Grissom observed thoughtfully, “that could account for the muscle strain.” The coroner nodded in agreement.

Gil thought it over for a moment. “That would mean at some point the cuffs were removed and then reattached to her wrists, perhaps at the time the two women were cuffed together.”

Dr Robbins nodded again. “I found muscle strain in her thighs as well. I think they were spread apart and kept that way for some time.”

“Spread apart?” Catherine responded curiously.

She looked at the dead woman’s thighs and noticed something peculiar. “What are these lines?” she pointed, causing Grissom to look.

“It looks like she got cut,” Gil said curiously.

“There’s a matching set on her arms,” Dr. Robbins added.

“A matching set??” Grissom looked closer. “They’re not from a knife… not deep enough. But it does look like she rubbed against something… something sharp enough to leave a small cut. It looks like she might have drawn blood.”

“How did they get there?” Catherine asked curiously, checking the same marks and lines on the woman’s upper arms.

“I don’t know,” Robbins admitted.

“Another mystery to solve,” Catherine said aloud, curiously shaking her head.

She turned to Dr. Robbins. “Did they all drown together?”

“I don’t think so. I started with the premise that they did and worked backward. I’m not sure about the Andrews couple. It’s still too close to tell between those two. But I’m pretty sure the Atherton woman was in the water longer.”

“So they couldn’t have gone in together,” Catherine mused thoughtfully. “So how did she get cuffed to Mrs. Atherton?”

“That’s what we have to find out,” Gill Grissom said with determination.

Dr. Robbins moved toward the body of the male. “I think Mr. Atherton was cuffed too.”

“He was??” Grissom looked at him in surprise.

“Very faint cuff marks on his wrists,” the coroner explained. “I think he was struggling to get out of them. Then there’s this.”

He motioned toward the dead man’s waist. Catherine bent over and took a closer look. There were faint impressions in the skin. “He was wearing a weight belt at some point as well?”

“Not for very long,” Robbins admitted. “But that’s what I think.”

“But he wasn’t wearing cuffs or the weight belt when we found him.”

“Which means…” Grissom said, appearing thoughtful. “…they were removed too, probably after he was already dead.”

He turned to Catherine, having come to some preliminary observations. “The belts were on both women, along with the cuffs. Either someone else was there, took the belt and cuffs Mr. Andrews and put them on his wife. Or…”

He stared at Willows and gave her a knowing look. Catherine looked at him curiously. “You think the wife did this herself? You think she drowned the other two and then killed herself?”

“Possible. She drowns the two people she hates the most, feels remorse over what she’s done and decides to do something about it. It’s not all that unusual; we’ve seen it before. What I can’t understand is why she chose to swim down and cuff herself to Atherton? We’re still missing something here.”

He paused for a moment. Then he looked right at Catherine. “One more question. Why use the dildos?”

“Because they were handy?” Catherine suggested with a wry smile. “I don’t know… why not go out with a bang?”

She pictured Tammi squirming around in the water with the vibrating dildo they’d found inside her. Almost immediately she wished she hadn’t. An erotic quiver rippled through her.

‘Damn!’ she thought, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep over her. ‘This case is getting to me!’

“Funny you should mention that,” Dr. Robbins told them. “I’m pretty certain both women died with the dildos inside them. The pc muscles are stiff and indicative of their last few moments of life. I also did a kit on both of ’em…”

He paused, shaking his head in wonder. Then he continued. “It seems Mr. Andrews had himself one last fling before he died, unless another male is involved. We’ll have to do a DNA test to make sure. But I found fresh semen in his wife, probably happened a short time before she died. I also found semen in the Atherton woman. Fairly recent activity, I’d say.”

“He did both women??” Grissom said in amazement. “And you say Melissa died first?” Robbins nodded his belief in that assessment.

Sex, dildos and drowning. This case was really getting to her! Catherine desperately needed to get out of the examination room and cool off.

“Anything else that can help us?” she asked.

“There is one more thing,” Robbins added. “I found trace elements of something besides water in the lungs of both females. I wasn’t sure, so I sent it to Sanders.”

“Guess we’ll need to have a little talk with our Greg when he has the results for us,” Grissom replied. “Thanks, doc.”

He and his assistant headed out the door. Catherine stopped at the restroom door. “I’ll be in my office in a moment. Just need to make a pit stop.”

She dashed in before Gil could stop her. Catherine made a beeline for the sink. She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in her face.

Gil Grissom looked at the door she’d disappeared through rather abruptly. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Then he continued down the corridor to his office.

This case was definitely getting curiouser and curiouser…
—–
“So how are you today?” Sara Sidle grinned as Nick Stokes walked into the room she was working in.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You just seemed overly excited yesterday.”

“I was underwater taking pictures of nude women cuffed together. How was I supposed to seem?”

“Just concerned about your welfare,” she said with an impish grin.

“Sure you were. Enough about my welfare! Any prints on the gun?”

“Mr. Andrews’ fingerprints are all over it. After all, it’s registered to him. But…”

“But what?”

“Mrs. Andrews held it last,” Sara concluded. “Her prints overlap anything Travis made. They came out clear, too… no smudges or anything indicating the use of a glove or anyone trying to wipe it clean. No one tried to hide those babies. Mrs. Andrews was definitely the last person to hold it in her hand.”

Nick added his two cents to the conversation. “Warrick and the captain found her car yesterday evening. It was a block and a half away from the residence. Those footprints you found by the back fence match her sneakers.”

“Which means she was probably back there watching the two lovebirds,” Sara concluded.

“That’d be my guess,” Nick agreed.

“Warrick said the message left on the answering machine had been checked. Mr. Andrews must have gone home, found the message on the answering machine and gone back.”

“Seems reasonable. If that’s the case, was the Atherton woman alone and Tammi confronted her?”

“That could explain the bruises Robbins found on her body. It might also explain this.”

She lifted up a slide of glass with a speck of green on it. “I found a grass stain on the gun.”

Nick took a look at it. Then he tried to piece it together in his mind. “Melissa grapples with Tammi and knocks the gun out of her hand, causing it to end up on the lawn?”

“That would account for the grass stain,” Sara replied. “But the fight must’ve taken them both into the pool.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I found chlorine in Tammi’s clothes. I thought I smelled it in them at the scene, so I had them tested. Sometime later, she must have taken them off and draped them on the lawn furniture. How would they get chlorine in them unless she ended up in the pool fully clothed?”

“So she has a fight with Melissa and ends up in the pool in her clothes,” Nick observed, thinking aloud. “At some point she takes them off. Then all three of them end up naked in the pool?? What am I missing here?”

“I don’t know,” Sara mused thoughtfully. “Travis’s clothes were in a little pile near the deep end. They weren’t wet and there was no chlorine in them. They were removed before he got into the water.”

“So was Melissa alive or dead when he got back to her house? Robbins says she died first; death by drowning. If Melissa died first, maybe Tammi was waiting for her loving husband when he came back.”

“And maybe… ” Sara offered, “…maybe she somehow helped her husband join his mistress in the pool.”
—–
“What’ve you got for me, Greg?” Grissom asked the young man when he entered the lab.

“I don’t suppose you got any pictures I can look at, do you, Gil?”

Grissom smiled inwardly, wondering if he should have known this case might have affected the young man more than it should have. “Just give me your report, Greg.”

“The stuff in the lungs of our two females appears to be vaginal fluid.”

“Vaginal fluid? That doesn’t make any sense at all!”

“I did a rush job on the DNA samples. I thought you might be anxious for it.” Grissom just lifted his eyebrows with amusement.

“Anyway, I found Melissa’s DNA in Tammi’s lungs and Tammi’s DNA in Melissa’s, courtesy of the vaginal fluid of each female.”

Grissom was flabbergasted. “How did that get in their lungs??”

“I found traces left in each mouth which would account for that amounts sucked down into the lungs by the pool water when each woman drowned. I tested the contents of both stomachs for confirmation. I found the exact same vaginal fluid among the contents of each one.”

Grissom’s head was spinning at the implications. Why would Tammi do that to the woman who was having sex with her husband? Hell, why would Melissa, for that matter??

What the hell had happened in the pool that afternoon??

“Anything else?” he asked, afraid of the answers he might get.

“That’s pretty much it,” Greg replied, unable to contain his enthusiasm. He wanted to make one more plea to see the crime scene photos, just to see what these two women might have looked like. But he decided against it.

“Thanks, Greg. Well done. That will be all.”

Grissom turned and walked out the door. But his mind was reeling from the implications. Travis has sex with Melissa… then Tammi and Melissa go at it… then to top it all off, Travis has sex with his wife??

He shook his head in wonder. It was amazing the strange things human beings did to each other. Just when he thought he’d seen everything, the job threw something new at him to investigate.
—–
Catherine sat in her chair staring at the deflated air mattress on the floor of her room. Her eyes were wide from discovery as her mind raced. She’d just matched several sets of fingerprints she’d found on it and was trying to process the information in her mind.

It didn’t make sense! What was Tammi doing playing with the air mattress? If she’d gone there to confront Melissa, how the hell did the mattress fit into the picture??

Focus on the prints, her mind told her. Don’t look at the forest… just concentrate on the tree in front of you! She sighed as Grissom’s philosophy penetrated her thoughts.

“Ok,” she said aloud. “So where did you find the fingerprints, Catherine?”

She tried to picture them in her mind. There were numerous prints along the edges of the mattress. The wife Tammi must have grabbed it there on each side… several times, as a matter of fact.

But why would she do that? The only two people who could possibly be on top of it would be her husband or his mistress. Why would she grab it like that over and over again?

What if Melissa was on top of it? In the struggle, Tammi might angrily flip it over. That would mean she would grab onto the mattress to try to overturn it. But again and again?? There were numerous prints.

Catherine suddenly sat upright in her chair. Melissa had been cuffed for a period of time before she died. What if she’d been cuffed to the mattress? What if her arms and legs had straddled it and she’d been flipped over?

Arms and legs straddling… flipped over…

Catherine stared at the mattress as though seeing it for the first time. Her eyes zeroed in on the seams on either side of it, seams that stuck out like long, thin flaps… flaps that could conceivably cut into a person’s flesh if…

She remembered the marks on the Atherton woman. A theory came to mind. “Tammi cuffed Melissa onto the mattress,” Catherine said aloud as though trying to picture it. “She must have flipped her over several times. To make her suffer? To show her anger? Then the mattress is deflated. She must have…”

She went silent as she processed the scenario over in her head. Had Tammi pulled the plug, allowing the air out of the mattress so she could watch Melissa slide off, sink to the bottom with a weight belt attached, and drown? Would that explain those matching cuts on the dead woman’s arms and legs? Hade she gotten them from the air mattress? It would certainly explain the deflated air mattress floating in the deep end of pool.

There was a way to find out. But she’d have to gather a few things together. Then she’d need to get some help. An idea formed in her mind, causing a faint shiver of excitement to ripple through her.

For this experiment there was only one person she would even consider asking. Catherine Willows reached for her cell phone, trembling from a strange excitement. Somehow she managed to stop shaking long enough to punch in the number.
—–
Catherine wasn’t in her lab when Grissom stopped by to give her the information Sanders had presented to him. He saw the deflated mattress on the floor. Was she still pursuing that angle?

Back out in the hallway, he ran into Nick. “Have you seen Catherine?”

“No. But Sara just left. She told me Catherine called her and asked if she’d meet up with her and help out with a project. She didn’t say what it was.”

‘Greg’s info can wait,’ Grissom thought to himself. Then he told Nick, “If you should see her, tell her we got the report back from Sanders. She might find it interesting. I’ll be in my office.”

2005; 2020 (written Aug 1 ’05; ed. Mar 29 ’20 by riwa)

Part 2 – Catherine’s Project

Sara emerged through Melissa’s patio door into the backyard wearing a light-colored T-shirt and shorts. That’s when Catherine felt the butterflies well up in her stomach. Now that her colleague had arrived, she felt forced to go ahead with her project. She tried not to show how nervous she’d become.

“So what are we going to do?” Sara asked cheerfully. She found these impromptu tests fascinating.

A fully inflated air mattress floated on top of the water. Apparently her colleague had gone out and acquired another one. It looked similar to the one they’d found floating in the pool when she and Nick had arrived on the scene a couple days ago.

She saw a camera, some lab equipment and a bag. Her colleague clearly had something in mind. Catherine casually walked up to her despite the discomfort she now felt.

“We’re going to re-enact Melissa’s last few minutes in the pool,” her coworker told her. “I want to piece together what must have happened here the other day.”

She peeled her shirt up over her head. Underneath Catherine was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit that hugged her body. It covered her breasts but came partway up her sides, exposing her hips.

As she pulled her pants down, Sara instinctively began to undress as well. She figured she might be getting wet. As a precaution she’d chosen to wear her suit underneath her clothes.

What she was wearing was not as professional. In fact, it was a rather skimpy, white bikini that contrasted nicely with her skin. A questioning glance from Catherine made her wonder if she should have worn something less revealing.

“Nice day for a dip in the pool,” Sara remarked hesitantly. She was looking forward to her coworker’s project. And she was hoping she would eventually end up in the water, more to cool off than to assist.

“You should be out on the beach in that get-up,” Catherine observed dryly. “Not working on some case with ‘yours truly’.”

The older woman noticed the difference in their attire. ‘Interesting,’ she thought curiously. ‘I’m wearing black and she’s wearing white. I wonder if that should mean anything.’

Sara smiled shyly. “I’m not letting any of the guys at work see me in this. It’s only because we’re alone and it’s going to be a warm day.” Catherine smiled in reply.

She reached into the bag and pulled out two sets of handcuffs and keys. She set them on a nearby patio table. Then she pulled out the beige weight belt she’d brought along.

“Did you see the marks on Melissa’s body the other day? …those cuts on her thighs and arms?”

“I was wondering about them,” Sara admitted. “Is that what this project is all about?”

“Not entirely, but that’s a part of it,” Catherine said as she fastened the weight belt around her waist. “I think the air mattress made them. Anyway, that’s what I intend to find out.”

She grabbed the cuffs and made her way to the shallow end of the pool. She slowly descended the concrete steps into the cool water. Strange how she was feeling a little aroused over all this.

“What do you want me to do?” Sara asked, following her in.

“I want you to help me onto this damned thing. Hold it steady for me. Here; hold these.” She handed Sara the cuffs who nodded with an “Ok; sure”.

It took her a couple of tries before she managed to get onto the mattress. She carefully rolled onto her back. Still, she nearly tumbled into the pool in the process.

“Ok,” she breathed when she felt the mattress stabilize underneath her. “Let’s start with the wrists.”

She extended one arm outward, allowing Sara to attach a cuff to it. “Now let’s see if I can get this underneath me,” Catherine muttered.

She tried to wrap both arms under the mattress. She fumbled for the loose cuff but couldn’t snag it with her free hand. “You’re gonna have to cuff me, Sara; I can’t… unh… seem to… unh… reach it.”

Sara came right up to her, nodding with understanding. She was right about sensing she would be getting wet. Did this mean Tammi or Travis had cuffed Melissa’s wrists together?

She reached under and found the loose cuff. She struggled to snag Catherine’s free wrist. She had to work to pull both arms underneath the mattress to get the wrists close together.

“Oh… OW! Damn, Sara!”

“Sorry. Boy, that’s hard to get to…” She struggled as she fumbled with the cuff under the mattress.

Ow!”

“Sorry.” Then Sara brightened with a “got them” as she successfully cuffed the two wrists together.

Catherine sighed heavily. She was now having second thoughts. But this was a theory she wanted to investigate, and she was determined to press ahead.

“Ok… now let’s do the ankles.”

She watched as Sara cuffed one of them. She spread her legs wide, trying to wrap them around the edges of the mattress. She believed Melissa’s had also been cuffed underneath.

Sara struggled as she tried to attach them together. “Unh… how the hell did Melissa… unh… manage to… get ’em wrapped around… ”

Sara reached under again. She snagged the free ankle with one hand while grabbing the loose cuff with the other. Then she roughly pulled them together, amazed she hadn’t been forced to go under and hold her breath to do all this.

“Oh… OW…”

Sorry, Catherine. Just trying to… reach…”

She fumbled under the mattress. Then she yanked on the ankle to get it closer. “Oh… OUCH, that’s tight!”

“Sorry,” Sara repeated apologetically.

She got the ankles close to each other. Then she worked to shackle them together… “Ouch!”

Sara finally finished. She took stock of her helpless CSI counterpart lying on the mattress. “Damn, Catherine. I should take advantage of you all trussed up like that. You ticklish?”

She took a menacing step forward. Catherine cried out, “DON’T YOU DARE!” She was breathing heavily, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

Her legs were spread painfully, her crotch all but exposed. She felt more helpless than she’d anticipated. She also felt aroused… and extremely vulnerable.

Sara looked at her with a twinkle in her eye. “That’s quite a sight, seeing you bound like that. Maybe I should go get the camera and take a few pictures, just to show everybody back at the…”

“Do that and you’re a DEAD woman!”

Sara’s arms went up defensively. “Ok, ok; it’s your project. So what do you want to do next? Or do you just want to float around a while and enjoy the sunshine?”

“I found Tammi’s fingerprints on the mattress,” Catherine said to her younger colleague. “Actually I found them along both sides of the mattress.”

“For what purpose?” Sara mused thoughtfully. “What was Tammi’s game?”

Catherine thought it over. “The prints were along the sides. What if she secured Melissa on top of the mattress, just the way I’m tied up? What if she flipped her over?”

Sara nodded as she moved into position. She grabbed the mattress as though preparing to flip her colleague over. “Like this?”

“Right about there, yeah. That’s close to where they were found along the mattress.”

“So what now? You want me to flip you over?”

Catherine felt a spike of anxiety coupled with a disturbing arousal. “It would be a good way of duplicating the location of the fingerprints. The weight of someone on top of a mattress being flipped over. Yeah, I… I want to go through with this.”

“You think Tammi was torturing Melissa over her husband’s infidelity?”

“It’s one possible theory. I want to check where your prints end up in comparison to the ones on the mattress we found.”

“So you want me to flip you over for sure?”

“There were several prints along the edge of the mattress. I think Melissa was flipped over more than once. I’m hoping to prove this is what Tammi did with the mattress. I’m assuming she dunked Melissa, although I don’t know why she would…”

She trailed off when she saw the wicked grin spread across Sara’s face. “Now wait a minute! I didn’t say you could enjoy yourself – AAUUGGHH!”

Catherine was abruptly flipped over with a splash. She burbled wildly, not expecting to be flipped over so soon. A few seconds later she was flipped back over into the afternoon air, leaving her gasping for breath.

“You mean like that?!” Sara asked with a grin.

“You could’ve warned MEEEEE…!!”

Catherine was abruptly flipped over again, her face hitting the water with a splash. She was under only a couple of seconds, air spewing out of her mouth. Then she was flipped back up to the surface, setting her to gasping and sputtering.

“Having fun?” Sara asked with a laugh.

“I think you’re the one who’s enjoying this!” Catherine gasped, glaring at the woman. “I should’ve made YOU do THIIIIIISSSSS…!!”

Sara grabbed on and gave a great heave. Catherine went back over until she was face down, twisting, squirming and bubbling. Instinctively she fought against the cuffs that held her against the mattress.

She was not under long before she was flipped back over, snorting water out of her nose. “You ok?” Sara asked as she bent over her, concern in her features.

Catherine coughed once before composing herself. “I’m all right. I can see why Tammi might have wanted to torture her like this. But I think you’re enjoying this way too – AAAUUUGGGHHH!!”

“You mean like this?” Sara asked as she flipped her over once more. She thought about the fingerprints she was leaving. To her it seemed like a perfectly plausible theory.

Catherine burbled wildly as she hung upside down in the pool. Her heart pounded in her chest. Instinctively she struggled against the cuffs holding her to the air mattress.

It felt like a few seconds longer before she was flipped back over onto her back. Sara smiled, allowing her coworker to catch her breath. “How am I doing so far?”

Catherine panted while glaring at her. “Enjoy it while it lasts, girl!”

Her captor grinned back malevolently. “A couple more perhaps?” Then she grabbed the mattress and flipped it over once more.

Catherine Willows went back over with a bubbly cry. Air bubbled up around the mattress she hung down from. At the surface her coworker grinned mischievously before flipping her back over.

“Time out!” Catherine gasped, anxiously shaking her head.

“Ok; we’ll take a break,” Sara replied. “How are the legs and arms?”

“Uncomfortable as hell. I can sure feel the edges to the mattress.”

“Tammi couldn’t have drowned her like this, right? They were found together on top of each other in the deep end.”

“That’s how they were found, all right – WHOOAAA!!”

Catherine was flipped over again. She struggled instinctively against the cuffs, wondering what all this was going to prove. Was this truly what Melissa had gone through before she drowned?

Sara watched with interest. She left her coworker under a couple seconds longer, although she wasn’t sure why. Maybe this was bringing out a sadistic side to her personality.

A few seconds later she flipped her back over. Catherine came back up on top of the mattress at the surface. She panted wildly for breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could feel a certain sense of arousal over being flipped over so much. Had Melissa felt like this as well? Or was it nothing more than a side effect of what had occurred that fateful day?

“Those cuffs are definitely going to leave a mark,” Sara observed. “It looks like you’re really struggling down there.”

“Can’t help it,” Willows gasped. “When I’m submerged it’s like I really want to… get out of ’em.”

She paused as she thought about it. Sara felt a little remorse. “You want me to stop?”

“I’m ok so far,” Catherine panted. Then she winced unhappily.

“What?”

“Maybe you should flip me over to check and see if the cuffs have left any indentations.”

Sara thought it over for a moment. “Ok; I can do that. How long can you hold your breath?”

“How long is it going to take you to look at them?”

“Touche.”

“I’ll manage. Just flip me over and check my wrists and ankles.”

“You want to do it now?”

The woman on the mattress nodded as she began taking long, deep breaths. Sara counted her down… “Ok… in three… two… ONE!”

Catherine took a deep breath. Sara flipped her over with a splash. The younger CSI agent took a quick glance at her watch before looking closely at the ankles that were sticking up in front of her. She had to resist the urge not to tickle the soles of the helpless woman’s feet.

There were faint marks, although not as deep as the ones found on Melissa’s body. Then Sara quickly checked her coworker’s wrists. Something similar was happening there as well…

Down below Catherine’s cheeks bulged as she held her breath. She found herself wondering how long it took for her colleague to check her body for cuff marks. ‘C’mon, Sara! I’m out of breath down here from all the dunking you’ve put me through!”

Air trickled out of her nose. She lost a small burst of air. ‘Sara Sidle, I swear you’re going to pay for- WHOA!’

Catherine was flipped back over. She gasped for breath as Sara brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I can see them. They’re faint, but they’re there. By the way, you were under for 37 seconds.”

“Is that all? It felt a hell of a lot longer.” Willows paused before adding, “You say the marks are faint?”

“Not deep enough to match the ones found on the body, no.”

Catherine thought about it for a moment. “Damn!” she breathed quietly.

“What?”

“I think… I think we’ll have to go a little longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to know if the deep marks could have been made as a result of being tortured while being cuffed lying on top of the air mattress.”

“Tortured? Catherine, are you suggesting I…?” Now Sara was starting to grin.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this!”

“Oh, I won’t; I promise!”

“I’ll just bet you won’t.”

“You want to replicate the marks found on Melissa’s wrists and ankles?”

“Just to make sure, yeah.”

“Catherine, are you sure about this?”

“Hell, no! But we’ve got to find out one way or the other. If I struggle hard enough…”

“…then the marks should become deeper and more pronounced?”

“I would think so. Ok, Sara. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but… go ahead and make me suffer. Just don’t drown me.”

Catherine thought about it for a long moment. Then she looked her colleague right in the eye. “Sara Sidle, you breathe a word of this to anyone and I swear I’ll…”

“Oh, I won’t, Catherine; I won’t.”

“I’ll just bet you won’t.”

“Here we go!” And with that Sara flipped her coworker back over.

Catherine Willows filled her lungs with air just in time. Then she found herself floating face down, staring at the pool floor as bubbles slipped out of her nose and mouth. Her arms and legs were feeling damned uncomfortable from being cuffed around the mattress for so long.

She tried to calm the wild beating of her heart by running the scenario over and over in her head. Were the three of them together when this happened? Or was it just Tammi and Melissa?

She felt her lungs began to spasm. Catherine wriggled and squirmed. But she was not flipped back over just yet

She became alarmed over how long she’d been under. At the same time she felt a perverse arousal. It made her think of the dildo that had been found in the pool.

She began to wriggle uncomfortably as she jerked against the cuffs. She lost more bubbles out of her mouth. Then she was flipped over onto her back.

Catherine panted for breath as she glared at her coworker. Sara grinned back at her before flipping her back over. The older CSI agent let out a bubbly cry as her heart leapt into her throat.

She was promptly flipped back over until she was panting and coughing at the surface. Sara flipped her over again. Catherine cried out a froth of bubbles as she began to fight against the cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

She shook her head; now she was thinking she wanted the experiment to stop. She was flipped back up where she panted like crazy. Then she was promptly flipped over again.

Catherine looked down at the pool floor as a surge of horrific arousal flowed through her. What if Sara accidently drowned her? Would her colleague be able to set her free in time to resuscitate her??

She suddenly became aware of Sara poking and probing. Catherine tried to calm herself down. It felt like Sara was looking at her wrists and ankles again. Surely she could hold her breath that long, couldn’t she?

She was finally flipped back over. Catherine Willows panted wildly for breath. This was crazy!

Sara came up to her and nodded. “I can really see them now. I’d say it’s a definite possibility they were created from being tortured on the air mattress. I don’t think we need to continue the experiment long enough to make them deep like what we found on Melissa’s body.”

“Good,” Catherine panted with a nod. “By the way: did you happen to check for any cuts on my arms and legs?”

Sara looked at her in surprise. “You didn’t tell me to check for cuts.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Catherine, we can get you off that mattress and check you out of the water if you want.”

“No, I’m already here. You’d better… flip me over again. I want you to check… for any cuts on my arms or legs.”

“Got it. I’m going to time you again. This way I can glance at my watch to make sure you’re not under too long.”

Catherine wasn’t thinking about being under too long. She was already thinking ahead to the next part of her experiment. If she really wanted to know what had happened to Melissa, she would need to hold her breath longer.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she heard herself say, “Keep me under for at least a minute.”

“A minute?? Catherine, are you sure? It’s not going to take that long to…”

“Just do it, Sara; ok? I can hold my breath one lousy minute, can’t I?”

“Catherine, are you sure?”

“I’m not sure about anything. But let’s do it anyway. Take your time checking for those cuts.”

Sara sighed uncomfortably. “It’s your project; you’re the boss. You ready?”

“No.” Then Catherine took a couple of long, deep breaths before nodding, “Ok. Let’s get this over with.”

“Ok. Over you go in three… two… ONE!”

Sara waited until she was sure she heard her friend inhale before flipping her over with a splash. She quickly checked her watch. Then she began to closely examine her friend’s thighs.

Sara felt a slight flush of embarrassment over getting such an intimate look at the body of her coworker. She shook her head, reminding herself this was nothing more than a clinical examination related to the case at hand. Still, it was a bit uncomfortable.

It looked like the flaps to the air mattress were definitely pressing into her colleague’s skin. It was certainly enough to leave a mark. But she didn’t see any cuts.

She was sure Catherine had brought the camera to take pictures of her skin. She wasn’t sure she would have had the gumption to go through with something like this, just to have pictures taken of what it did to her body. But then again, she wasn’t Catherine Willows. She knew from past experience that her friend and colleague would do just about anything to get at the truth.

Sara checked her watch again. Then she looked down at the woman hanging under the mattress. It made her wonder just how long she should keep her down there…

This time Catherine wasn’t quite as anxious. She held her breath easily enough, idly scanning the pool floor below her. She didn’t expect to see much because of her blurred vision.

It kept her mind occupied with something other than holding her breath. She was also aware of the pain of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. When this was all over she would have a better working theory over what had happened out here in the pool.

Catherine allowed a couple of bubbles to dribble out of her nose. Then she felt the first stirrings of need gently nudge her from inside her chest. She burbled a trickle of air past her lips to ease the growing strain on her lungs.

The urge grew stronger as a spasm rippled through her. She blew a burst of air as her lungs began to burn. A moment later she was flipped over until she was flat on her back and panting quietly.

Sara smiled kindly at her. “I saw the bubbles so I rolled you back over, You ok?”

“I’m fine,” Catherine gasped. “How’d I do?”

“Minute eighteen,” Sara told her. “Not bad at all.”

“Anything showing… on the thighs and arms?”

“I can see where the mattress flaps are pressing into your body. But I don’t see any cuts.”

“Damn,” Catherine said as she shook her head. She had a good idea what she had to do next. “I think I know… how to get them.”

“Get the cuts on your arms and legs? How’s that?”

“You’re going to pull the plug on the air mattress. Then you’re going to shove me into the deep end toward the area where we found the bodies.”

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 5 ’05; ed. Jun 5 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 3 – Into the deep end

Catherine Willows felt a shiver of fear mixed with excitement ripple through her. This was the moment, the real experiment she’d come here to conduct in the first place. This was the method she intended to use to prove how Melissa got those cuts on her arms and legs.

Sara Sidle’s jaw dropped open in astonishment. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m not letting you drown, Catherine.”

“I don’t want you to let me drown. You can swim, can’t you?”

“Of course!”

“Then you’ll swim down and pull me up into shallow water when I’m done… unless you can’t reach the bottom on your own. Do you think you might be too buoyant to reach me?”

“I can get down there easily enough!” Sara replied indignantly. “I’m just amazed you want to go down the way you propose.”

“It’s only going to be for a minute or so, ok? That’s why I had you keep me under that long. It was so I could find out how long I could hold my breath.”

Catherine finally decided to tell her what she suspected. “Sara, it’s the only way I know to prove how she got those cuts. I think she slid off the mattress when it deflated. That’s how she cut herself, similar to how you get a paper cut by sliding your finger along the edge. I also think it might explain how she drowned.”

Sara looked at her dubiously. Then she sighed heavily. “You really want to go through with this?”

“I’m a little nervous about the whole thing. But yeah. I think it’s the only way to find out for sure.”

Sara had not anticipated Catherine would try this as an experiment. Then a thought struck her. That’s when she got a strange grin on her face.

Catherine saw her expression and frowned. “What are you thinking?”

“You know we found her on the bottom with that dildo sticking out of her. Are you going to re-enact that part as well?”

Catherine felt her face flush with embarrassment. She’d known it was going to come down to this.

She hadn’t truly decided what she was going to do about it. The truth of her intentions was lying in the bottom of the bag she’d brought with her. She didn’t want Sidle to think she’d been planning this all along.

Maybe it was better to make her think it was her idea. “Well, I was kind of wondering. I wasn’t sure, but I…”

She paused as Sara looked at her curiously. Sidle suddenly turned and waded to the end of the pool where she climbed out. “Sara? Sara, where are you going?”

“To test a theory.”

Catherine’s embarrassment intensified the moment her coworker walked up to the bag. Sara reached down and pulled the item out. “That’s what I thought,” she observed as she turned and waved the toy at her, grinning wickedly.

“I brought that with me in case we might need it. It was found at the scene, remember?” Now she was really embarrassed… and disturbingly aroused.

“Catherine Willows, crime scene investigator, sticking a dildo inside herself to test a theory. Now I’ve seen everything!”

Sara shook her head as she descended the steps back into the pool. If nothing else, she’d certainly have something juicy to hold over her coworker for a long, long time.

“I’m not entirely certain we need to use it for this test,” Catherine stammered.

She started to squirm but there was nothing she could do. She was deliberately cuffed to the mattress to test out her theory. That meant for the time being she was totally at Sara’s mercy.

Sara smiled broadly. “I think you ought to do it, ‘Cath’! We ought to know for sure; right?”

This was totally unexpected. But Sara found herself looking forward to it. She was looking forward to watching Catherine squirm cuffed naked to an air mattress with that dildo stuck inside her…

Uh…

…from a purely clinical perspective, of course…

Catherine began having second thoughts, even as her body began to tingle with arousal. “I’m beginning to think it’s not really necessary for our experiment after all, Sara.”

“How do you know? You want to find out what happened, don’t you? How do you know it wasn’t the added effect of the dildo inside Melissa that contributed to her getting those cuts on her legs? Don’t you think you should find out? After all, you’re in place all ready to go, naked and…”

Sara grinned at her. “Not funny, Sidle!”

“Oh, so are we getting all formal for your experiment now?”

Catherine was torn. She wanted to experience the dildo inside her for this last experiment. But that meant Sara would know about it. The danger of her telling someone later…

“I’m, uh… not so sure about whether or not we need to use…”

“Admit it, Catherine. I think you want to. Hell, you wouldn’t have brought it with you otherwise. What was the point, especially if you were going to try this as an experiment anyway?”

Deep down, Catherine had been thinking about it ever since she’d first seen the crime scene. The humiliation was almost more than she could bear. But she suspected Sara would be good enough to keep this embarrassing little secret.

She resigned herself to the inevitable. After all, she’d brought the toy with her. Sara was observant enough to call her bluff if she tried to protest. She might as well use it.

“Ok,” Catherine said carefully. She winced before adding, “I, uh… I guess you’ll have to put it inside me. I’m a little… tied up at the moment. Besides, I suspect that’s how Melissa got it inside her. I doubt she cuffed herself to the mattress on her own. I suspect the toy was added as an afterthought, perhaps to humiliate her.”

“This part isn’t going into any report, is it?” Sara asked as she approached. It had just occurred to her how her name would have to be included as a witness.

“God, I hope not,” Catherine breathed softly.

She suddenly wanted to get the whole thing over with. She didn’t know whether it was from the strange arousal she was experiencing of just the embarrassment of the moment. “C’mon, Sara, I don’t want to lie here all day. Get over here and stick it in before those little voyeurs show up and sneak a peek!”

“I forgot about them,” Sara said as she glanced toward the fence.

She came up to the mattress and looked between her coworker’s thighs, wondering how to proceed. Catherine was nervous again. “Uh… just pull my, uh… pull my suit to one side down there and, uh…”

Damn! This whole thing had suddenly become awkward as hell!

Sara gingerly pulled on the suit around the woman’s crotch. Catherine gasped as the fabric was slid off to one side. It increased the erotic sensations she was already struggling with down below.

She tried hard not to moan. She did not want to make her assistant feel uncomfortable. But was she really concerned for Sara? Or was it her own embarrassment?

Sara carefully maneuvered the dildo into place. Then she began to push it inside. It made her feel more uncomfortable than she expected, considering the circumstances.

‘Think about what happened out here,’ she told herself. ‘It’s all a part of the investigation. We’re finding out how Melissa died and how she got those marks on her body. Don’t think about Catherine’s femininity. Just do it.’

The toy slid rather easily into place. Sara wasn’t sure how far to go. So she pushed until it went no farther.

Catherine clamped her lips shut as sweat beaded up on her forehead. She was incredibly aroused. The trained professional had to struggle not to moan or cry out.

Sara decided to go with it, smiling coyly at her coworker. “Ready, Catherine?” The bound woman closed her eyes and nodded.

“Are you sure about this?” She found herself becoming amused… and strangely excited.

“Can we just get on with this please?”

Catherine hadn’t anticipated becoming this aroused or humiliated. Perhaps this was what Melissa had been forced to endure. Perhaps it had been a major part of what had happened in this pool on that fateful day.

Sara quickly became all business as she moved to the plug in front of the mattress near the secured woman’s head. “I’ll be keeping track of the time, ok? I’m pulling you back up to the surface after one minute has elapsed.”

Catherine nodded again, biting her quivering lip to keep from expressing her shame and arousal. A tear trickled down her cheek. She could not help wondering if Sara could tell how much she was trembling.

“You’re sure?”

“Damnit, girl… just pull the damned plug already!” She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“Here goes…”

Sara pulled the plug out. Air began hissing out. “Deep end, Sara,” Catherine explained.

Sidle gave the mattress a push. It headed toward the deep end of the pool. Already it was starting to sag as it deflated from the weight on top.

“I’m climbing out to watch from the edge, Catherine!”

Sara waded to the steps that led out of the shallow end of the pool. She maintained a watchful eye on her coworker. Instinctively she did not want anything bad to happen to her despite the craziness of the experiment.

Catherine closed her eyes to focus. Was this what Melissa had experienced? She could not stop squirming a little.

The lower part of her body was on fire from a terrible arousal. She desperately tried to approach what was happening to her from a clinical perspective. But it was nearly impossible.

She started to squirm even more as water lapped around her head and chest. She heard her coworker call out, “You’re going down, Catherine! Make sure you get a good breath!”

Sara watched from the edge of the pool. She saw Catherine squirm in response to what was happening to her. She could tell her coworker was trying to maintain her professionalism.

Her head was sinking closer to the waterline. Sidle watched closely. Was this what that woman had experienced: the toy in her kitty as she’d been allowed to drown off the deflating air mattress?

She became anxious. Was this such a good idea? She told herself she would be able to get Catherine off the bottom before anything serious might happen to her.

Catherine felt her body slip on the mattress. Instinctively she tried to find some way to cling to it. She suspected the dead woman had struggled to stay at the surface for as long as possible.

Panic swelled within her. She whimpered again as she fought to stay in control. Sara saw her distress and called out, “Want to the experiment? Want me to come in and get you?”

“NO; not yet!” It took all her professionalism to give that instruction. Catherine forced herself to shake her head.

It was all she could do not to cry out to Sara and cancel the experiment. She slipped again, causing her to claw at the plastic material underneath her with her cuffed hands. But there was no way to hold on, no way to stay afloat.

The mattress sagged beneath her. Catherine slipped again. She was so close to going under.

Down between her legs an inferno of perverse arousal was raging. She dimly wondered what Melissa might have thinking at this moment, if this was indeed what had happened to her. Then she felt something cut into her thigh as she slid.

There was a faint slice of pain in her arm. Catherine slipped again, struggling desperately to stay afloat. Instinctively she pressed her ass down into the mattress in an effort to keep her head above water.

More air hissed out. Another short slice of pain nipped her other arm. Then she felt herself start to slide off the material.

“Catherine; you’re going under! BREATHE!!”

Catherine Willows gasped for breath. She cried out in growing alarm. Then she slid right off the mattress, bubbles coming out of her mouth and nose.

She began to struggle as the mattress partly followed her down. She left a trail of bubbles marking her descent. But she could not hang onto the mattress as the weight belt pulled her right down.

Sara gasped in alarm from the surface, watching the bubbles coming up. She quickly checked her watch. “I’m coming down in 45 seconds,” she muttered, her heart pounding in her chest. “Sorry, Catherine. I don’t care if you did do a minute breath-hold earlier.”

The instant Catherine slid completely off the mattress, her legs came together in blessed relief. It caused her muscles to squeeze around the dildo inside her. That’s when her body began to shudder uncontrollably.

Almost immediately she started losing little bursts of air. She snorted water up her nose, instinctively trying to blow it back out as it stung her sinuses. Then her chest began convulsing.

Her torso instinctively thrust against the dildo inside her. She almost screamed her breath away. She was starting to panic, even as an incredible surge of arousal consumed her.

Her mind screamed at her to get her feet underneath her. She needed to stand upright. That way she could kick for the surface.

Her legs kicked together. But it only worsened what was happening between her legs as her thighs came together. That’s when she felt it swell within her.

She’d been in a constant state of semi-arousal throughout the case. She was embarrassed over the way she’d felt while putting together this experiment with Sara. Perhaps being dunked had not been such a good idea after all.

Catherine did not consider how being secured like this might have affected Melissa, much less how it might affect her. The only thing she was aware of was the fact she could no longer hold it back. She was sure she wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath long enough to keep from drowning.

Catherine Willows cried out, air spewing out of her mouth as the area between her legs exploded in what felt like a massive eruption of undisputed pleasure. Instinctively she started thrashing about; bucking, kicking and convulsing. Her body was consumed by the orgasm now ravaging her.

Up at the surface Sara Sidle saw an eruption of bubbles. Panicked, she dove in several seconds ahead of schedule. That’s when she saw her coworker’s body spasming and convulsing.

She thought for sure Catherine was drowning. She swam down to her and wrapped an arm around her hitching body. Then she headed for the surface.

She was almost there when her handcuffed coworker thrashed about. Catherine inadvertently ripped herself out of Sara’s grasp. The weight belt took her right back down, just as Sara’s head was popping up at the surface.

Sidle gasped for breath, only to realize she lost Catherine. She let out a cry of anguish, concerned her coworker might be drowning. Then she took a deep breath before diving back down.

Her friend and colleague was not going to drown simply because she couldn’t get her up in time. She swam back down and attacked the source of the problem. Sara grabbed the weight belt and popped the latch.

At that moment Catherine grunted as she hitched hard. Then the CSI investigator went limp on the bottom. Her eyes appeared to glaze over, a look of shock frozen on her face as her mouth gaped open.

For a moment Sara was frozen in shocked disbelief. A burst of adrenaline surged through her body. She grabbed Catherine by an elbow and dragged her body through the water as she pulled like crazy for the shallow end of the pool.

She finally got her feet underneath her. Sara stood up and lifted the unconscious woman’s head out of the water. There was no response; she could detect no breath.

Oh God…

Sara scooped the lifeless body into her arms. Somehow she carried her coworker up the steps out of the pool. Then she gently laid her down on the warm concrete…

“Catherine?! CATHERINE??!!”

She checked for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Then she checked her airway.

Satisfied it was clear, Sara pinched her coworker’s nose shut. Then she blew two deep breaths into her friend’s mouth. Catherine’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again.

Nothing. There was no response.

Sara experienced panic as she tried to catch her breath. This couldn’t be happening! Unfortunately it felt all too real.

Sara glanced down and saw the dildo protruding out of her friend’s crotch. She grabbed it and savagely yanked it out. “It’s my fault,” she gasped in growing alarm as she checked again for a pulse.

This time she could not detect one…

“NO!!”

She began pumping hard with her hands against the woman’s chest, desperately trying to get Catherine’s heart beating again. Her mind ran the last few minutes over and over again. Sara quietly found herself thinking she should not have let Catherine do it.

She gasped sorrowfully as tears welled up in her eyes. She paused and checked again for a pulse.

Nothing…

‘”Damnit! Catherine Willows, you CAN’T drown over some stupid field test!”

Sara pinched her unresponsive friend’s nose shut again. She pressed her lips against those of her coworker. Then she blew two long, deep breaths into the body of her colleague as tears streamed down her face.

Catherine’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again. But there was no response.

Sara started to sob. “No, damnit! You can’t die like this! Catherine, it’s not your time, damn you!”

She began pumping hard on the woman’s chest again. Sara counted to herself as she’d been trained to do so long ago. Then she checked again.

No pulse…

Sara fought against the urge to scream in frustration and despair. Stubbornly, she pressed on, pinching her coworker’s nose shut. She pressed her lips against Catherine’s and blew two long, deep breaths into her lifeless body.

Her colleague’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again…

Catherine Willows convulsed…

…then she coughed…

Sara gasped hopefully. “C’mon, Catherine… BREATHE!”

Catherine blinked… convulsed again… Water spewed out of her mouth in a horrifying torrent. A moment later she gasped as she blinked again.

“CATHERINE?? C’MON, GIRL… BREATHE FOR ME!!”

She gasped before going into a coughing fit. She gasped again. Then she started breathing on her own as her chest began to rise and fall in a regular pattern.

Sara could not stop the tears. She lifted her colleague up into a sitting position. Then she held her to her chest as she started to sob…

“It’s all my fault! I should’ve gotten to you sooner! I lost my grip and I… I’m so sorry!”

Catherine coughed and gagged. She gasped as though trying to get air down her throat. She was finally able to wrap her arms around the distraught girl and hug tightly.

“I’m ok, Sara. It’s not… your fault. I guess I didn’t expect it… to happen like that. I miscalculated… the fault is mine.”

Sara began to look around. “I’ve got to make a call! We’ve got to get you to a hospital! We need to have you checked out!”

“We will. Just let me… rest a moment… and catch my breath.”

She paused and looked at her arms. There were distinct cuts in her flesh. “I thought so,” she panted. “Get the camera, Sara. Let’s get what pictures we can… while the marks are still fresh. Then you can retrieve the air mattress and we can dust it for prints; ok?”

“Hospital!”

“Pictures first. I can last that long.”

Sara looked at her colleague for a long moment. She saw a familiar look of stubbornness return to Catherine’s features. Then she sighed heavily.

“All right,” she agreed, although more than a little hesitant. “But after that, we’re getting your ass straight over to the hospital!”

Catherine smiled weakly at her. Then she spread her legs open for her coworker to see. “I was right, wasn’t I?” There were fresh cuts on her thighs, one of which had started to bleed.

“Damn you, Catherine. Do you have to be right all the time?”

“Just trying to play catch-up to Gil.”

“Touche.”

Sara managed a small chuckle. Then she went to get the camera. Catherine just sat there wondering how Gil Grissom was going to react once he found out she’d nearly drowned working on one of these impromptu field tests. Maybe it would be best not to tell him…

Gil Grissom sat in his office, staring at a familiar looking form on his desk. He was wondering what he was going to put into his report. He sat back in his chair and once more went over the facts of the case in his mind…

Tammi goes to Melissa’s residence with her husband’s gun and waits near the back fence. Her husband leaves and she confronts Melissa, resulting in a fight that eventually spills one or both women into the pool. Melissa ends up cuffed on top of the air mattress and the two engage in some sort of sexual activity… (That one he had a hard time understanding, and he wasn’t sure if he should even bother including in his report). The mattress is then deflated and Melissa cuts herself as she slides off into the deep end where she probably drowns…

…which made him think of someone important to him, as they all were…

At least Catherine was all right. But he had to shake his head in amazement at what she’d done in the pool. Apparently she’d allowed herself to be dunked. Then Sara had deflated the mattress out from underneath her.

When he’d reported to the hospital, the two women had stumbled over each other in an attempt to accept blame. He’d finally thrown up his hands in frustration. Then he’d given them both the next couple of days off to recover and regroup.

All that trouble just to confirm her theory about the prints on the mattress and the cuts on the dead woman’s legs? Catherine Willows was tenacious. He had to grant her that. Maybe it was his fault for instilling a sense of being so utterly thorough in his team.

He sighed thoughtfully. Back to the report. How was he going to write this up?

Travis comes back after checking his answering machine. He and Tammi have sex? Then Travis ends up in the deep end with the weight belt and cuffs, both of which are removed from his body a short time later.

“So Tammi drowns both Melissa and her wayward husband?” Grissom thought aloud. It was the only explanation that made sense. There was no evidence anyone else was involved. It certainly explained why there were cuff and belt marks on his body.

Tammi swims down to the bodies in the deep end. Does she cuff herself to Melissa’s wrists out of guilt and remorse? End of Tammi. End of story.

A double murder/suicide?

Grissom paused again, thinking about that last part. There was no evidence anyone else had been involved. Tammi had to have done it herself. She appeared to be the last one in the pool. But why?

So many unanswered questions…

So what was he going to put in his report? A wife finds out about her husband’s affair; she drives over to the house of the mistress; she kills the mistress, her husband, and then herself. That seemed to be the abbreviated version.

Gil Grissom sighed. Then he bent over his desk and started writing. In the back of his mind he found himself mildly curious over what really happened out in Melissa’s backyard…

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 5 ’05; ed. Jul 15 ‘20 by riwa)

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