Gambling your life away (Part 4) 4.2 (6)

Posted on August 12, 2019 by riwa

(This is overdue. My apologies.)

Part IV

“Dottie?” Winifred stammered as Monique worked to help her out of her clothes. “Dottie, I don’t want to drown!” She seemed conflicted between becoming undressed and facing the interior of the tank.

“I’m sorry, miss,” Mr. Rick told her kindly. “But if you did not wish to drown, you shouldn’t have played the craps table. The rules were explained to you, but you took the risk anyway.”

“You can’t drown her!” Dorothy protested. “You’ve… I’ve… I’ve lost two sisters already! I can’t lose a third! What will mum and dad say?”

“You really should have thought of that before you started to play,” Mr. Rick told her sympathetically. “But rules are rules, ladies. My hands are tied. Right, Monique?”

The attendant smiled and nodded as she walked a naked Winifred over to the tank. “But I don’t want to drown!” Winifred yelped again as they disappeared for a moment behind the back. Then the metal wall was opened and Winifred was gently pushed inside.

Again she became aware of her nudity as she tried to cover her breasts and crotch. Then she frantically pushed her hands against the glass. “Dottie, get me out of here!”

Dorothy stared in horror at her sister’s plight. Then she turned back to their host. “Mr. Rick, you’re not really going to drown her, are you?”

As if in answer, water began shooting up from an opening in the floor. Winifred let out a yelp as it bubbled up in a fountain. “DOTTIE, DO SOMETHING!”

“Mr. Rick, isn’t there anything I can do?”

“Perhaps for your sake you should leave while you still can. I’d hate to see anything happen to all four of you.”

“But I can’t just leave?? She’s my sister!”

“You’re certainly welcome to stay and watch if you wish.”

“DOTTIE???

“Mr. Rick, isn’t there anything I can do?” It was alarming to see the water now covering her sister’s bare feet. At that rate it wouldn’t take long for the tank to fill.

The Club co-owner looked at Monique who once again shrugged her shoulders as though it was up to him. “I hesitate to put you at risk, miss. After all, your sister played and lost.”

“Can’t I win her back? Can’t I play something else? How about that roulette wheel over there? How does that work?”

“DOTTIE, WOULD YOU HURRY IT UP??” Winifred was stomping in place as though trying to stomp the water back down from whence it was coming.

“Normally I would spin the wheel and you would bet on a number or color. I suppose I could make it easier by having you bet on whether a number comes up odd or even or whether the color comes up black or white. That would even the odds. Of course you would have to guess correctly.”

“DAW-TEEEE??” Winifred banged on the glass with her palms, growing more and more frantic.

“One spin and I could win her freedom?” Dorothy asked hopefully.

“Not so fast. We can’t make it that simple. I believe you had to win three rolls of the dice in order to free your sister in the chair. Of course we all know how that turned out.”

Dorothy glanced over at Emily and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her dead, naked sister sat there with eyes wide and vacant. There were still little tendrils of smoke drifting up. Nearby Zilpha’s severed head still rested on her corpse.

“DOTTIE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!” The water was now climbing Winifred’s ankles.

“I’M BLOODY WORKING ON IT!” she hollered back at her. Then she turned back to the Club co-owner.

“Mr. Rick, how can I win her back? Are you suggesting three wins in a row like last time?”

He looked over at Monique who shrugged her shoulders again. Then he smiled sympathetically at her. “I suppose we could do that. Would you like to guess numbers? Or would you like to guess what color will come up?”

“DOTTIE, WILL YOU BLOODY HURRY UP AND GUESS ALREADY?” The water was now starting up Winifred’s shapely calves.

Apparently the sister in the tank could hear them through the opening at the top. But there was a grating in place up above. Her tank would fill and she would eventually find herself totally submerged.

“I guess I’ll play colors, Mr. Rick.”

“I’ll give you $1,000 for each correct guess you make. But a wrong guess will cost you all the money won so far.”

“WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP??”

“Red, please.”

“You do realize of course that if you lose, your sister will drown and you will forfeit your life to the Club. You understand that, don’t you?”

“DOTTIE, WILL YOU JUST HURRY UP AND SPIN THAT BLOODY WHEEL??”

“WOULD YOU JUST CALM DOWN AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH?? I’M DOING MY BEST OVER HERE!”

She turned to the dealer and nervously told him, “Red, please.”

“Red it is.” Then he spun the roulette wheel in one direction while the marble went rolling in the other along the outer edge.

Winifred tried to calm down and take deep breaths. Maybe she would be all right. It was getting scary in the tank. At least her sister hadn’t abandoned her to her fate. Maybe Dottie could win her back.

The wheel began to slow down. The marble started to bounce around. It settled in the black number 17 slot.

Winifred let out a yelp in the tank. “DOTTIE?? I THINK IT’S COMING IN FASTER!” Now the water was approaching her knees.

Dorothy panted for breath as she saw her sister’s plight. The sight was horrifically arousing. It shamed her the way she found herself becoming wet at the image of the filling tank.

“There are costs to losing,” Mr. Rick smiled sadly. “Would you prefer to stop playing? Or do you wish to keep going?”

“DOTTIE, KEEP PLAYING THE BLOODY GAME!”

“Will you just calm down and take deep breaths in there?”

“I’m… trying!” Winifred panted as she tried to calm her wildly beating heart. But the water seemed to be rising faster.

“I’ll try red again, please.”

Mr. Rick smiled and nodded. Then he set the wheel in motion before sending the marble rolling around the edge. Winifred whimpered inside the tank as the water continued to climb her legs.

The wheel slowed down and the marble started to bounce. Then it rattled home in red number 23. Mr. Rick smiled as he brought out ten $100 bills and placed them in front of her.

“I won!” Dorothy called out to her sister.

Winifred thought she detected less water coming in. “I think… I think the water isn’t filling so fast! Spin again, love!”

Dorothy told the Club co-owner, “I’ll take black this time, please.”

Mr. Rick smiled and nodded. He set the wheel in motion. Then he rolled the marble in the other direction.

Winifred whimpered as the water continued to rise. It was halfway up her legs now. She no longer bothered with modesty by trying to cover herself. After all, it was only the four of them in the room.

The marble began to bounce around. Then it settled in red number 3. The co-owner of the Club smiled sadly as he reached out and took Dorothy’s winnings away.

In the tank Winifred let out a yelp as water jetted in more aggressively. “DOTTIE?? I THINK IT’S FLOWING FASTER AGAIN!”

Dorothy turned to look. The water had almost reached Winifred’s crotch. She felt a shameful surge of tingles at the sight of her poor sister trapped inside the tank.

“Do you wish to play again?” Mr. Rick asked kindly.

Dorothy gulped and nodded. “I’ll take black, please.”

Mr. Rick spun the wheel before rolling the marble in the opposite direction. Winifred wanted to call out for her to hurry up. But she managed to swallow down her growing fear.

The wheel slowed until the marble began to bounce. It rattled home in red number 19. Dorothy was crestfallen. “What rotten luck,” Mr. Rick told her kindly.

“What happened?” Winifred called out from the tank as she looked down at the rising water.

“I lost again, Winnie!”

“You LOST?? DOTTIE, GET ME OUT OF HERE! I DON’T WANT TO DROWN!” Then she gasped as the water reached her crotch. Was it coming in faster?

“DOTTIE?? THE WATER’S RISING FAST IN HERE!”

Dorothy anxiously looked at her sister. Then she turned back to the Club co-owner. He kindly asked, “Do you wish to try again, miss?”

She looked at the roulette wheel in confusion. “Red… er, BLACK! No, I… red, please.”

“Is that your final answer?” he asked with amusement.

“Yes. Red, please.”

“Red it is.”

Mr. Rick spun the wheel in one direction and the marble in the other. In the tank Dorothy heard her sister hyperventilating. “Deep breaths, Winnie!” she called out to her, trying to help calm her down.

The wheel slowed. The marble bounced. This time it settled into red number 30.

Mr. Rick smiled as he once more handed Dorothy ten $100 bills. “I won!” she called out to her sister. “Only two more spins to go!”

“Hurry up, love!” Winifred called to her, trying to calm herself. By now the water was almost up to her navel.

“Well?” Mr. Rick asked softly.

Dorothy studied the roulette wheel. She was conflicted, understanding the danger her sister was in. Which color should she pick? Would it come up red again? Or would it come up black?

“I’ll… I’ll take black this time,” she said, none too confidently.

“Black it is, “Mr. Rick said with a smile. Then he spun the roulette wheel once more before setting the marble rolling along the outer edge.

Dorothy watched anxiously. In the tank Winifred tried to catch her breath. The height of the water was alarming. All she could do was hope her sister could win back her freedom.

The marble began bounding again. It bounced in and out of red number 27, causing Dorothy to gasp in horror. Then it settled in black number 8.

Mr. Rick smiled as he handed out ten more $100 bills. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. “I won again, Winnie!”

“You need to win one more, right?” her sister called from inside the tank.

“Three in a row; right, Mr. Rick?”

“That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Three in a row.”

Winifred looked all around the tank. Something felt different. Had the water stopped? Maybe there was hope after all.

Dorothy looked at the wheel, trying to decide. Which color should it be? Which one would come up next?

“Black, please,” she said uncertainly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

“Black it is.” Then he set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble again.

Dorothy looked over at her sister in the tank. The water was just above her navel. She tried to give her a reassuring smile, causing her sister to weakly smile back at her.

The marble fell into the numbered section and began to bounce. Then it rattled home in red number 32. Mr. Rick smiled sadly as he reached out and confiscated all of Dorothy’s winnings.

“Dottie, what happened – NO!” That’s when Winifred felt the water flowing in again at her feet. It had momentarily stopped, perhaps with that last win. But now it was back to filling up the tank.

“I lost!” Dorothy wailed.

“Dottie, get me out of here!!”

“I’m trying!” Then she turned back toward the Club co-owner. “Black, please.”

Mr. Rick hesitated a moment. Dorothy said it again. He nodded as he set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble.

The wheel spun as Winifred grew anxious in the tank. The water felt like it was rising again. It was almost up to her breasts.

The marble fell into the numbers and bounced once. It settled in red number 16. Dorothy let out a cry of horror.

“Dottie?” Winifred called out anxiously.

“I lost again, Winnie!”

“Bloody hell, love! Would you just get me out of here?” Was the water rising faster??

“I’m trying!!” Then she turned to the Club co-owner and blurted out, “Black. It’s got to come up black this time!”

Mr. Rick nodded before setting the wheel and then the marble in motion. Dorothy watched anxiously, quietly murmuring to herself, “It’s got to come up black; it’s got to come up black; it’s got to come up black.” Then it fell and rattled into red number 19.

Dorothy blurted out, “Bloody hell!” In the tank Winifred called out, “What happened love?”

“I bloody lost again!”

“DOTTIE??”

It felt like there was more water flowing into the tank. It reached her breasts and completely covered them. Now it was rising up her shoulders toward her neck.

“Black!” Dorothy blurted out in desperation. “It’s got to land on bloody black this time!”

Mr. Rick nodded as he spun the wheel. Then the marble went rolling again along the outer edge. It grew tired before it fell into the numbers, landing in red number 12.

Dorothy let out a cry of horror. In the tank Winifred found she was starting to stand on her toes. She was about to lose the floor.

“DOTTIE?? It’s getting HIGH IN HERE!!”

“I’m doing the best I can, love!”

“Perhaps you might find more success playing the numbers,” Mr. Rick suggested kindly. “You can always choose odd or even. It’s still a 50-50 proposition.”

“I don’t know,” Dorothy said nervously as she looked at the wheel. “Maybe… maybe I’ll take odd.”

“Are you sure?”

“Odd, please.”

“Odd it is.” Then Mr. Rick set the wheel spinning before setting the marble rolling.

“Dottie; it’s getting high in here!” Winifred had lost her footing. Now she was forced to tread water. That grate above her looked like it was getting closer.

The marble fell from the outer edge and bounced off the centerpiece. Then it rattled home in black number 6. Dorothy tipped her head back and let out a cry.

“Dottie, what happened??”

“I lost again!”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!”

“THIS WHEEL HATES ME, WINNIE!”

“PLAY SOMETHING ELSE!”

“WHAT ELSE TO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY??”

“HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?”

“What else can I play?” Dorothy anxiously asked the Club co-owner.

He looked over at Monique who shrugged again. Then he thought about it for a couple seconds. I guess you could always try Blackjack. You try to get to 21 with cards without going over while trying to beat what I get.”

“Anything but this bloody wheel! I think it hates me!”

“Understood.”

He pulled out a deck of cards and shuffled them. From the tank they heard, “Dottie, hurryyyyyy!” Dorothy looked over to see her sister was not far from the top of the tank.

“How do I play?” she asked him.

“I deal two cards to each of us. You try to beat me. Three wins in a row sets your sister free and spares your life.”

“Let’s do it.”

He nodded as he dealt two cards to them both. The first one was face down while the second was face up. He showed a 6 of hearts while Dorothy showed a 9 of diamonds.

“Jacks, queens and kings are worth 10. Aces are either worth 1 or 11. It all adds up. If you think you can beat me then you stand on the cards you have. You see I have a 6 showing. If I have 16 I’ll have to draw another card. If I go over 21 you win. If you draw and go over 21 you lose.”

Dorothy checked her other card. It was the queen of spades. “I’ll stay,” she said hopefully.

Mr. Rick turned his bottom card over, the 4 of clubs. He took another card. It was the 10 of diamonds. “I have 20.” Then he asked what her card was.

Dorothy turned it over. “I only have 19. You mean I lost?” Mr. Rick nodded.

“DAW-TEEE????”

Dorothy looked over at the tank. Winifred was getting closer to the top, her legs kicking as her arms paddled. She found herself horrified as well as perversely aroused at her sister’s plight.

She rapidly turned back to the Club co-owner. “Can we play again?” He nodded before dealing out two more cards.

This time Dorothy had an 8 of hearts showing with a 6 of spades underneath. Mr. Rick showed the jack of clubs.

“I have to beat you?” Dorothy asked uncertainly.

“You have to guess what my bottom card might be. If you think you can’t beat it with what you have then you can ask for another card.”

“I’ll take another card, please.”

Mr. Rick dealt her the queen of clubs. Dorothy let out a wail. “I went over!” she gasped as she turned over her card.

“What rotten luck.”

“DAW-TEEEEEE??”

Dorothy panted for breath as she looked over at her sister. Her head was getting close to the top of the tank. She kept kicking and waving with her hands to keep herself up in the air pocket.

Dorothy couldn’t help noticing how erect her sister’s nipples had become. Hers were almost as hard just sitting there watching. Why was that? Was it because of seeing her sister about to drown? Or was it because of her own peril?

“Do you want to try again?” Mr. Rick asked kindly.

“HURRY UP!” Winifred gasped, whimpering as her air pocket diminished.

“Yes, please!” Dorothy gasped anxiously.

“You realize you are risking your life as well as your sister’s, right?”

“Yes – yes; I’ll play anyway!”

He nodded as he dealt two cards. Dorothy had a king of spades showing and a jack of hearts underneath. Mr. Rick was showing a 7 of diamonds.

“I’m good,” she panted hopefully. Mr. Rick turned his bottom card over. It was the 10 of spades.

“I have 20!” Dorothy declared as she turned her card over.

“Then you’ve won,” he told her as he reached under and put ten $100 bills in front of her. “Two more and I can free your sister.

“DOTTIE??”

Dorothy turned to see Winifred trying to brace herself near the top. Her head was starting to tip back a little. If only she could win two more.

“Let’s play again, Mr. Rick!” she blurted out.

“Certainly.” Then he dealt two more cards to them both. He was showing a 5 of hearts while she was showing the 4 of spades.

She had a 3 of hearts underneath and asked for another card. She got an 8 of spades, giving her fifteen. If he had an ace he would beat her.

She took another card. It was the 4 of diamonds. Dorothy stopped on 19.

Mr. Rick turned his card over. He had a 9 of clubs. He had 14 and was forced to take another card.

He turned over an 8 of diamonds and went over. He smiled as he gave Dorothy another ten $100 bills. She gasped hopefully.

“I won again!” she called to her sister. “One more and you’re home free!” Then she saw her sister’s desperate plight.

“Let’s play again!” she blurted out. “Hurry!”

The Club co-owner dealt two more cards to them both. Dorothy got the 7 of clubs and the 5 of diamonds. With Mr. Rick showing a queen of hearts she was forced to take another card.

She had 12 and drew the 3 of clubs. She wasn’t sure it would be enough and drew another. The next card was the 5 of clubs. She had 20 and wasn’t about to take another card.

“Twenty,” she panted hopefully. Mr. Rick turned over the ace of spades. “Twenty one,” he smiled sadly before once again removing all her winnings.

“NOOO!”

“DOTTIE, HELP ME!” Winifred was growing desperate. Was the water level rising again?

“The wheel!” Dorothy gasped in desperation. “Let’s go back to the wheel! Black, please!” Surely that damned color had to come up soon.

“As you wish.” Then he reached over and set the wheel in motion. The marble went rolling along the outer edge in the opposite direction.

Dorothy heard her sister whimpering over in the tank. “Hang on, Winnie!” she called over to her.

The poor thing had her head tipped back as she tried to breathe. But it looked like she was hanging on to the grate up at the top. It wouldn’t be much longer before the tank was full.

The marble fell from the outer edge. It bounced in and out of black number 2 before settling into black number 35. Dorothy let out a gasp of relief as once more the Club co-owner placed ten $100 bills in front of her.

“I did it, Winnie! Two more and you’re out!” Then she saw her sister with her mouth forced up against the grate up at the top. She had to win fast.

“Hang on, Winnie!” Then she told Mr. Rick, “Black, please. Hurry!”

“Very well.” Then he quickly set the wheel in motion before rolling the marble, knowing there was very little time left.

Dorothy anxiously watched the wheel. Then she turned to see Winifred struggling up at the grate. She frantically gasped, “Hold your breath, Winnie!”

The marble rolled down and bounced a little. Then it settled in black number 22. Mr. Rick smiled as he placed ten more $100 bills in front of her. “One more win and I’ll drain the tank and spare your sister.”

“You hear that, Winnie? One more…” Then Dorothy gasped when she saw Winifred fully submerged, her cheeks bulging as she hit the glass with the palms of her hands.

“HOLD YOUR BREATH, WINNIE! HOLD YOUR BREATH!” Then she turned to look at the roulette wheel.

What color – what color – what color?? She didn’t have much time to decide. Would it come up black three times in a row?

“Red please.” Mr. Rick nodded and then spun the wheel before setting the marble in motion. There was no time for questioning Dorothy’s decision as her sister in the tank could only hold her breath so long.

Dorothy turned to see her sister in the tank. Bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she beat on the glass with her palms. “HOLD YOUR BREATH, WINNIE! THE WHEEL IS SPINNING! HOLD IT A FEW SECONDS LONGER!”

Dorothy was anxious, afraid, aroused and excited. If the wheel didn’t come up red there would be no time to start over and try to make three wins in a row. Winnie wouldn’t be able to hold her breath that long.

The wheel slowed until the marble lost its momentum. It dropped in and bounced a couple times. Then it settled in black number 31.

Dorothy stared in disbelief as Mr. Rick sympathetically confiscated her winnings. She should have gone with her first instinct and chosen black. Now she and her sister had both lost.

She turned to Winifred with a look of shock and horror in her expression. Her sister looked at her and bubbled as she palmed the glass again. “Winnie?” Dorothy breathed in horror.

She saw a huge explosion of bubbles as her sister opened her mouth. Then she appeared to start gulping water. Her stomach rippled as her chest heaved, her breasts bouncing and wobbling. Dorothy let out a cry as she promptly wet herself, cumming shamefully.

Winifred hitched and jerked inside the tank, her mouth opening and closing. It was evident how much she was in agony over not being able to breathe. Her expression was one of horror as her body kept spasming and convulsing as though it might double over.

She gulped less and less, fewer bubbles leaking out through her gaping mouth as her lungs flooded. She floated there in place, her arms stretched upward as though she’d been reaching for a nonexistent air supply. Then they slowly lowered until they hung at her sides.

Winifred gently swayed inside the tank. A few stray bubbles slipped out of her gaping mouth. She had a look of shock on her face that softened until she stared with unseeing eyes.

“Winnie!” Dorothy breathed in horror. She had to choke back a sob. She’d lost all three of her sisters. But in the process she’d gambled her own life away as well.

“She drowned well; I’ll give her that much,” Mr. Rick observed with a smile. “I always did enjoy a good drowning with an attractive victim in the tank.” Then he smiled sadly at the last remaining sister.

“You gave it a good try, miss. But it seems you have gambled your life away, as well as the lives of your sisters. So I think I’ll execute you up on the Entertainment stage. After all, I think our clients deserve a good execution tonight.”

“Mr. Rick?” Dorothy stammered in horror. “You’re… you’re going to execute me??”

“Yes, miss. I believe you’ll look good hanging from our gallows. Now if you’ll undress, we can alert the Entertainment stage to your impending arrival. Monique, my dear. Would you please help the young lady out of her clothes?”

2019 (written Jan 10 ’19 by riwa)

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Candice takes herself out 4.3 (6)

Posted on August 6, 2019 by riwa

Candice disconnected the call, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration and despair. That was the third bank she’d applied to for a loan… and the third bank to refuse her. Now it looked like she was going to lose the house.

Howard had left her several weeks ago for his new secretary. The bastard had taken all their money while leaving most of the debts behind. It felt like she was being buried under an avalanche of bills.

She put in a call to Mya, hoping her friend could help her out. Mya was sympathetic, although she proved to be unhelpful. It was another avenue that had just dead-ended.

She sighed as she struggled not to cry, looking out the kitchen window at her backyard pool. She wasn’t going to have it much longer. If she couldn’t make the payments on the house, the bank was going to foreclose. Somehow Howard had gotten out from underneath the loan, leaving her on the hook.

She went into her bedroom, fighting back tears as she changed into her one-piece swimsuit. It was the black one with the sheer fabric covered by crisscrossing lines. She liked how it felt on her… how it made her feel sexy. But this time it didn’t help.

She sighed as she went out the back door to the patio and the in-ground pool. She hated the thought of giving it up. She’d spent many hours swimming around in it, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness. Now all that was coming to an end.

She went down the steps into the shallow end. Then she submerged as she began to swim back and forth. The water felt comforting… almost reassuring.

Her thoughts turned inward and the struggles she was having. She tried to imagine herself getting through the dark days ahead. But she only saw the gloom of a despairing future.

Could she get another job somewhere? She was already working two… and it still wasn’t covering the bills. Her credit cards were starting to max out as she struggled to keep her head above water.

What would happen if she just disappeared? No doubt the bank and the credit card companies would come looking for her until they found her. It might take years to pay off her debts… maybe longer. Filing for bankruptcy seemed a temporary solution with long-term consequences.

She surfaced, got another breath, and then submerged to swim along the bottom. It occurred to her she could just open up her mouth and swallow water. That might take care of things. At least she wouldn’t be around to deal with the loss of her home.

She shook her head, telling herself that wasn’t the answer. Then she thought about it again. Drowning herself would certainly take her out of the equation. She wouldn’t have to worry about making the payments anymore.

She surfaced in the middle of the pool, standing up with her head out of water. She filled her lungs and then submerged. The water felt reassuring, almost as though it was calling out to her.

She told herself to just let herself go and open up her lungs. But she couldn’t make herself do it. Besides, she was already starting to float back up to the surface.

She stood up and gasped for breath. Then she filled her lungs before resuming her swim. That certainly was a stupid thing to consider: thinking about drowning herself.

But as she swam back and forth, she continued to consider the matter. She had some life insurance. That might be enough to pay off most of her debts. But could she go through with it?

She surfaced again, standing up in the shallow end. That’s when she caught sight of her pink weight belt lying near the edge of the pool. She often used it whenever she wanted to stay down on the bottom while holding her breath.

She shook her head as she swam around along the bottom of the pool. She remained submerged as she turned and swam back into deep water. Then she popped up for another breath, only to see the weight belt staring back at her.

She thought about it for a moment or two. Then she snatched it up. She filled her lungs and submerged, sinking all the way to the bottom of the deep end while wrapping it around her waist.

She launched herself off the bottom toward the shallow end, releasing bubbles out of her nose. She reached the steps and stood up. She looked at the belt wrapped around her waist and then looked at the pool and the rippling waves. It was almost as though it was calling out to her, telling her it would be so easy.

She submerged and then swam all the way into the deep end. Then she headed back to shallow water. She finally came to a halt and sat down against the edge near the middle of the pool.

She rested with her back against the wall. Then she slowly began releasing bubbles. She opened her mouth, allowing more air to escape while inviting the water to come invade her body.

Her lungs started to heave; her chest was on fire. At the last second she closed her mouth and shot up to the surface. She gasped wildly for breath, her heart beating fast.

She looked all around, but everything looked the same. She still had all those debts to pay off. Howard was gone; Mya didn’t want to help; and she had a job she didn’t like but was forced to hang onto for the time being. Her problems were still out there awaiting her attention.

Candice filled her lungs and then returned to the bottom. She sat down with her back against the wall. Maybe a little breathholding would make her feel better.

She listened quietly to the pool pump as she felt the cool water envelop her. It was so peaceful down here. But the problems up at the surface would still be there when she returned.

She heard a small voice in the back of her head urging her to open her mouth and give in… It’ll be easy, Candice. Just open up your lungs. It won’t take long. Besides, it’s so peaceful down here, right? Don’t you want to hang out here for the rest of your life?

She felt the growing strain as she continued to hold her breath. It started in her stomach, the gentle spasms migrating upward. The strain got worse as her chest began to heave.

Just open your mouth, Candice. Open your mouth and inhale. It won’t take long. Then all your worries will be over.

She felt the burn in her chest increase as the tears welled up in her eyes. She felt the urge to head for the surface. Her lungs were really hurting now.

She sat there forcing herself to hold her breath a couple seconds longer… and then a couple more seconds after that. She felt that growing urge to panic if she didn’t get a breath soon. Within moments her body was going to fight or take flight.

Candace opened her mouth, allowing herself to take a breath. Instantly her windpipe closed off. A moment later she began thrashing about, swallowing water as her mouth opened and closed.

She shot up to the surface, only for the weight belt to pull her right back down as she tried to take another breath. She got more water down her windpipe. Then she lost control of her motor functions as she settled back down onto the bottom, her chest heaving.

For a moment it hurt like hell. She couldn’t make her arms move. Then she had a moment of clarity…

It’s better this way. Now your troubles are over. And with that she hitched again, coughing out one last bubble before she settled against the wall of the pool.

Candice lay there staring lifelessly as though she didn’t have a care in the world. A couple of stray spasms made her muscles twitch. A single, solitary bubble slipped past her parted lips. Then consciousness faded away.

About that time her cell phone rang inside the house. It was her friend Leslie. She’d heard about her troubles and had talked to a friend she knew who worked at a credit union. She also thought she might have a line on a better paying job as well as a short-term loan.

The call went straight to voicemail.

(Written Mar 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Preview pics are from H2O’s Candice Takes Herself Out and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Hanging a defiant bitch 3.7 (3)

Posted on August 6, 2019 by riwa

Jesse was a feisty one from the get-go. She was loud, obnoxious, and defiant. I had problems with her from the minute she entered the prison.

She took her anger out on me the most, although I have no idea why. Maybe she found out I was going to be her executioner. Every visit was an adventure with her.

Once she attacked me and knocked me to the floor. Another time she damn near strangled me to death. She was your basic pain-in-the-ass.

I put in a request to execute her special. Naturally I got permission. After all, word had gotten around of her attitude and her attacks on me. Everyone was sympathetic, including the warden.

On the day of her execution I showed up at her cell with a white cloth in my hand. I told her, “Ok, Jesse. Today’s the day you die. I get to do you special.”

“You bitch! You haven’t got the guts!” Then she tried to attack me again.

I anticipated her charge and deftly spun out of her way. I got her into a half nelson before applying the chloroformed cloth to her face. She panicked when she discovered what I had done.

“That’s right, bitch. Just breathe it in. If you’re lucky, you’ll never wake up.”

In moments she was out like a light. That’s when Mabel came into the cell with the items I’d requested. I’d made her wait out in the corridor, confident in my abilities to subdue the stupid bitch.

When Jesse awakened, she was just the way I wanted her: in a purple latex straightjacket. ‘Let’s see you get out of that, bitch!’ I thought proudly. I’d secured her, but it did nothing to deter that defiant attitude of hers…

“Knock me out and put me in a tight suit, did you? You fucking pervert! You can’t treat me like this! Let me loose so I can beat the shit out of you!”

“Shut up and get a move on,” I told her as I pushed her out the cell. “You can walk… or I can drag you by your hair. I’ll probably end up pulling it out by the roots, but today I really don’t give a fuck.”

“You wouldn’t dare – HEY!”

I grabbed a handful and started to pull her forward. “All right – all right; I was just kidding! Can’t you take a fucking joke? You bitches got no sense of humor!”

I took her outside, only to push her in a different direction. “Hey, where the hell are we going?”

“You’ll find out, Jesse.”

“I suppose you think you’re hot stuff putting me in latex while you’re wearing that black monkey outfit.”

“Don’t you ever know when to shut it?”

“C’mon, bitch; make me! I dare ya!”

She finally began to wriggle and squirm as though something wasn’t right. “Hey, what did you put inside me?”

“Inside what, Jesse?”

“Inside my cunt, asshole! What did you put inside my cunt?”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way in hell I would ever touch your cunt.” After all, I had left that to Mabel’s capable hands.

“What did you do to me?? What the hell did you shove in me?? I want to see the warden!”

We rounded the corner to an empty part of the grounds. There was a blank brick wall with a boarded up window they had left untouched because the room on the other side was closed off and not in use. But what caught her eye was the noose and the stool.

“Hey, what the hell is this?? What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like, Jesse?”

“You can’t do this to me! I want to see the warden! I want to see my lawyer!”

“Your lawyer quit two days ago because of your piss-poor attitude. And the warden gave me permission to spend some quality alone-time with you. After all, you WERE sentenced to hang to death, remember?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?? I have a right to see a lawyer! I have a right to see the warden!”

“No more rights, Jesse. Your time has run out.”

“You can’t fucking do this to me!”

“Up onto the stool Jesse.”

“Go to hell!”

“You can climb onto the stool or I can noose you and pull you up the hard way.”

“You ain’t got the balls – ok – ok; I’m going!”

I helped her up and then grabbed the noose. They’d made it nice and thick as per my request. I wanted Jesse to last a while.

“You bitch! You can’t do this to me! Besides, you ain’t got the fucking balls! I tell you I want to see the warden! I want to see a fucking lawyer! I’m tired of your ugly face, ok?”

“Tough shit,” I told her as I looped the noose around her neck. I snugged it up nice and tight before I worked to take most of the slack out of it. She was still trying to be defiant, but now her chest was heaving with fright. I’d finally penetrated that pea-sized brain of hers.

“Wait a minute, Toni! We can do a deal, ok? Let’s talk this over.”

“Nothing to talk about, Jesse.”

“I got money stashed away… from that job I pulled? You put off my hanging and I’ll tell you where I hid the loot.”

“Right now money means nothing to me, Jesse. What’s important right now is the pleasure of seeing you hang for a long time at the end of this noose the guys generously prepared for me.”

“Toni, you’re talking nonsense! Let’s discuss this like reasonable adults, ok?’

“You’re not reasonable, Jesse… and you sure as hell don’t know how to act like an adult.”

“Fuck you!” and she tried to spit on me.

I stepped out of the way and avoided it. Then I sized her up. She was really starting to gasp for breath.

“Just one thing more I want to see,” I told her as I reached into a pocket. I pulled out the remote and pointed it right at her. When I activated it, the results were dramatic.

Her eyes flew open as she stiffened in alarm. Then she started to gasp as she writhed like she had ants in her pants. “What… what did you d-do to me?”

“Mabel inserted a little something in your cunt for my enjoyment, Jesse. It’s just a vibrating egg. But it should make your dance most enjoyable.”

“G-go to h-hell!”

“You first.” Then I kicked the stool away.

She bounced as she dropped, dangling above the ground by about three inches. She tried to stretch her feet as she wriggled and writhed. Then she really started squirming as her legs began to fly.

It was incredible… sexy as hell. She rasped and gurgled as she put on one hell of a dance. The egg added an extra erotic dimension that I really appreciated.

I could tell by the look in her eyes how terrified she was. But she was still getting air. She grunted and gurgled as her legs flew every which way.

I knew she was getting sweaty under that latex. I knew it was adding to her pleasure and her suffering. I just stood there and admired her performance, getting all hot and bothered myself.

Her first orgasm was incredible; she threw her chest out as she humped the air. Then she settled down, gently swaying back and forth. But she could still breathe; it still hurt; and she still wanted to escape her torment.

She started kicking it up again, her desperation making her even livelier than before. “Don’t worry, Jesse. I know how much you hate everyone. The warden assures me you’ll hang out here all by yourself for the required two hours before they put you in a pine box. But I’m keeping the outfit. You’re going into the ground naked.”

She rasped and gurgled as she fought the noose and the constraints of her outfit. The egg buzzed deliciously inside her, adding that incredible eroticism to her dance. Then she thrust her chest out for me, humping the air as she fucked the noose again.

This time the coil wrung it right out of her. She hung limp, gently swaying back and forth. Drool spilled off her lips as her tongue protruded.

I walked up and caressed her all over. “So nice of you to dance for me, Jesse. You really aren’t such a bad person once you’ve been introduced to the noose.” Then I walked away and left her to hang there by herself until her heart stopped. Besides, I was horny, and I had a hot date with Mabel in a private room for the release I needed after such an enjoyable show…

© 2017 (written Oct 9 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by the manip by Toni.)

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Bucket of Air 3.3 (3)

Posted on July 30, 2019 by riwa

A bonus story for a month with 31 days. A repost of a re-edited story.

Bucket of Air

“If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove the gag. If you cry out, I’ll just put a bullet in your brain and be done with you. Understand?”

Renee nodded fearfully. At least she’d get the taste of the cloth out of her mouth. The fact it was dark outside frightened her even more.

She stiffened in alarm when Nick shut the engine down. “We’re here,” he told Tony matter-of-factly. The cabin cruiser glided to a halt where it bobbed up and down in the warm waters of the gulf.

They weren’t that far offshore. They were stopped in a shallow spot near the marked channel between the islands that stretched along the tip of Florida, commonly referred to as the Keys. It was their dumping ground.

Renee whimpered fearfully. She was in deep shit and she knew it. They had found the briefcase with all the stolen files in her vehicle. From there it had been a simple matter to track her down and take her straight to the head of the crime family.

The Don had glanced briefly at the stolen files. Then he’d looked at his former secretary, sadly shaken his head and then declared her fate with two words… “Dump her!”

…and that was that. She’d been tried, convicted and sentenced to death in less than a minute.

From there it had been a simple matter of transferring her to the boat. Someone had gone to her house to fetch her pink bikini that she always wore at the Family pool parties. This was supposed to look like a nice little pleasure cruise out in the gulf.

“Please, Tony,” the red-haired woman begged as he brought a fifty pound concrete block to the back of the boat. It was hooked to a two-foot length of chain that ended in a shackle. As she begged for her life he calmly attached the free end to the terrified woman’s ankle.

Her heart pounded inside her chest. She was going to be dead in a matter of minutes. “Nick, I’ll do anything! I’ll make it up to you both! Please…!”

“Sorry babe,” he said with a shake of his head. “Orders are orders. You should have known better.” Then he turned on the big searchlight and pointed it down into the water. Anyone who saw it would simply think they were doing a little night fishing.

“Tony…?”

“You were a good secretary and a great lay, Renee. But you should never have betrayed The Family.”

“I’m sorry, Tony! God, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” Her voice cracked as she pleaded for her life.

“This is what you have to do to make it up to The Family, Renee. You know that. You, of all people, should know that. Now stand up.”

He picked up the weight and carried it to the opening in the side of the boat, forcing the woman to walk right behind him because of the short chain. She was sobbing now. “Please, Tony… oh gawd… I don’t wanna die… please!”

He tossed the block over the side. It jerked on Renee’s ankle, nearly pulling her into the water. He grabbed her just in time as she let out a yelp of terror.

“Nick! Please help me, Nick!”

“Can’t, Renee. You know I can’t.”

“Oh gawd… no…”

Tony smiled at her. “To show you what a good sport I am, I’m going to give you a couple of seconds to get a good breath if you want it. But you should just let it all out and drown. Otherwise you’ll only be prolonging the inevitable. Three… two…”

Renee gasped, blurting out “NO!” as she fearfully shook her head.

“…one… zero. Bye, Renee!” Then he pushed her off the boat.

She started to scream and then changed her mind to hold her breath. Every second of life was now precious to her. She splashed into the water where she sank right to the sandy bottom, pulled down by the block of concrete..

She instinctively began pulling for the surface with her arms. But it was getting nowhere. The weight held her firmly in place. Air bubbled out of her lips and nose as she reached down, trying to free herankle.

Up at the surface Tony looked down as the ship’s big spotlight illuminated her struggle. He watched as she she flailed for the surface. Then he smiled sadly as a few trickles of air came up from her position.

“It’s a crying shame,” he sighed with a shake of his head. “She was a great lay, too. Wish there was something more I could do for her.”

Nick reached under one of the seats and pulled out a pail. “You could always give her a bucket of air,” he chuckled.

“Very funny.”

“Why not, Tony?”

He smiled as he thought it over. Why not, indeed. So he took it from Nick’s outstretched hand, laid himself out on the floor of the vessel with his head and arms through the opening of the boat, turned the bucket over and then pushed it down into the water as far as he could.

She wasn’t very deep. Drowning them out here was to send a message whenever they were found. “One last present for you, babe,” he muttered as he pushed down on the pail. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

On the bottom of the ocean Renee’s heart was beating furiously in her chest. The surface was right there; it was so horrifying! She clawed with her arms, knowing she was never going to make it. But her body instinctively made the attempt nonetheless.

She felt her lungs begin to burn. They were still there; the light was shining down on her! Maybe they would change their minds and bring her back up. It was a vain hope considering she was chained to the cement block.

The light illuminated something being pushed down into the water. She felt a surge of hope despite all the evidence to the contrary. Someone was pushing something down toward her. Were they going to pull her back up?

Her heart sank when she saw that it was only a cleaning bucket turned upside down. Instinctively she reached up and grabbed for the handle. Then she tried to pull herself back up to the surface.

“She’s got it,” Tony chuckled. “Damn bitch looks hot in that bikini. I sure wish she would never have betrayed The Family.”

“What’s she doing with it?”

“Looks like she’s trying to pull herself up to the surface.”

Renee held onto the bucket with both hands as another burst of air burbled out past her lips. She tried to pull it down to her, but air trapped inside made it difficult. The weight attached to her ankle was just too much.

She bubbled as her lungs began to heave. She pulled the bucket lower. It occurred to her there was air inside. If only she could get her head up into it!

She strained to pull it down. It tipped, causing bubbles to escape. She struggled to pull it down until she just barely managed to get her head inside.

She inhaled, causing the water level to rise and cover her lips. Then she lost her grip. It shot up to the surface and tipped over before it filled with water and sank to the bottom.

In the boat Tony rose to his feet. “Did she get it?” Nick asked curiously.

“Yeah; she got it. She might have gotten a breath out of it. Why; you want it back? It’s on the bottom of the ocean now. She lost her grip.”

“Naw… she can keep it. Consider it my little present to her. I gave her the bucket and you gave her the air inside.”

“You’re cruel, Nick.”

“You gotta be if you’re gonna be in this business, man.”

—–

Renee held her breath as long as she could. But she was panicked, flailing hard for the surface. The light was right on her, illuminating her struggle.

She felt a convulsion in her chest as her lungs demanded oxygen. At the last moment she began to thrash about as her lungs heaved. Then she gulped water down her throat.

She coughed, snorted, inhaled again. Then she started swallowing water. Her body went into violent spasms as she hitched and gurgled.

She jerked and convulsed painfully, opening and closing her mouth in an effort to pull air into her lungs. Her arms flailed wildly, her unshackled leg kicking helplessly. She tipped her head back, coughing up water and bubbles.

Her struggles lessened as her oxygen-deprived body began to shut down. Her arms and leg waved feebly, her mouth opening and closing as she kept inhaling water. Then she settled down into little muscle spasms and convulsions.

Renee’s arms rose upward as though she was mimicking some great bird with its wings outstretched. She swayed gently in the ship’s spotlight from the current that flowed into the gulf. A few solitary bubbles slipped out through her open mouth.

The spotlight suddenly winked out. The boat engine came to life. A moment later Renee was alone in the dark among the fishes, her body losing buoyancy as she started to sink to the bottom still tethered to the cement block.

2006; 2018 (written Oct 28 ’06; ed. Dec 2 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the accompanying picture by ThralLord)

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A Revy firefight 4 (1)

Posted on July 30, 2019 by riwa

A fanfiction written for a friend.

I’m still in awe over what happened. You see, we got into a firefight with that murderous assassin named Revy. Maybe I should say ‘I survived a firefight with that murderous assassin named Revy’.

I’m still not certain how it all started. All I know is she showed up and the bullets started flying in every direction. The next thing I know guys are hitting the ground all around me, bleeding out from lethal wounds.

The bitch was amazing, if not downright insane. She kept putting guys down all around me. It was crazy because it was only her and the bunch of us.

I’m not certain how she missed me. I suppose with all that gunfire it was impossible for her aim to be one hundred percent accurate. But for a while there it damn sure looked like she wasn’t missing very many of her targets.

She swore at us as she continuously fired those damned Berettas with both hands. She kept calling us shitheads as she taunted us. She told us if we were smart we’d all go running off to our mommies with our tails tucked between our legs before we shit ourselves or ended up dead.

I’m not sure what she was going for because it had the reverse affect. Maybe that’s what she wanted… to make us want to fight so she could kill more of us. It pissed a bunch of us off, because instead of pulling back like we probably should have, some of us pressed forward, only to get brutally gunned down.

For a while there I was starting to think withdrawing might be the more prudent course of action to take. After all, I wanted to live to fight another day rather than push my luck against her skill with those infamous Berettas. Then it was as though the tide of battle suddenly changed without notice or fanfare.

Emilio fired off several shots that made her cry out in anger before she put two in his chest. Marco fired in her direction from another location, causing her to spew an obscenity before her return fire put him down.  Then I heard her cry out, “You fucking shitheads! I’ll kill you for this!”

Rodrigo and I looked at each other and then rushed forward, approaching from opposite sides. That’s when I saw Leonardo approach from the left. He got a shot off at about the same time she fired back. He went down, but I was sure I’d heard a cry of pain.

I got there with my weapon at the ready, only to notice she was lying on the ground clutching her stomach. There was a wound in her shoulder that must have dislodged her gun. There was another wound in her left leg. I concluded Leonardo must have taken care of her ability to return fire before he went down as the only smoking Beretta I saw was just out of her reach.

She saw the danger as I approached. She tried to reach out for the Beretta. But I got there first and kicked it away. That’s when I noticed the other one lying several feet away.

Rodrigo rounded the corner, his weapon drawn. His face contorted in anger the moment he saw her. I was sure he was going to kill her right then and there.

He hesitated as she writhed and clutched at her wounds while panting heavily. She looked up at us in a grimace of pain. “Fucking shitheads! I’ll kill you both!” It was amazing the defiance she was able to direct our way despite the fact she appeared to be gravely injured.

I paused to take a good look at the infamous mercenary now that she wasn’t so dangerous. Her black top was cropped, exposing much of her midriff. Her nipples protruded through the top, making me wonder if the crazy bitch was even wearing a bra.

Her cutoffs barely covered her crotch. I noticed a creamy substance leaking down her inner thighs. I assumed it could only have come from her pussy.

Had the firefight aroused her? I had to admit I was certainly feeling an exhilaration from having survived. Then I saw Rodrigo was looking down at her, taking it all in – her toned stomach, her athletic legs, her rock hard abs and tight breasts.

“What are you… shitheads… looking at?? I’ll fucking… kill you!” But she had no weapon available that I could see.

“So this is the great Revy,” Rodrigo sneered. “Just look at her! The slut looks horny as fuck! Don’t worry, honey; I’ll take care of that for you while you’re bleeding out!”

“Stay away from me, you fucking shithead!” She tried to wriggle away as he unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. Then he grabbed those denim cutoffs and forcibly pulled them down her legs.

Damn. Didn’t this bitch believe in the concept of underwear??

Just before he pushed his hardening member inside her, I got a good look at her pussy. It was wet and pink as though she was in a state of arousal. It looked like it was clenching, oozing more cream.

She cried out as she tried to avoid him… “Get away from me you fucking pervert! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Then he thrust his way inside.

I found myself getting aroused watching him rape her. Perhaps it was the rush of surviving the firefight. I couldn’t blame him for using her, especially if he was as exhilarated at still being alive as I was.

She winced and cried out as he fucked her. I think it was due to the wound in her belly adding to her pain. Rodrigo enjoyed making her hurt as he fucked her harder.

He looked up at me and told me, “Cut that fucking shirt off, ok? I want to see her tits.”

“Don’t you fucking dare or… I’ll cut your balls off… and feed ‘em to you!” Her defiance made me angry.

I whipped out my knife. She yelped with pain, the blade digging into her flesh as I sliced her top off. That was ok because we weren’t about to take her to no hospital.

I got her top off in record time, shedding those empty shoulder holsters in the process. Sure enough; no bra. Rodrigo reached out and squeezed her tits as he fucked her.

Revy glared daggers at us as she tried spewing more obscenities. But she was beyond being able to put up any resistance. Her injuries were starting to catch up to her.

Rodrigo thrust this cock deep inside her, not caring a whit she was bleeding all over him. “Fuck; this bitch is tight!” He seemed to be thrusting his anger hard inside her.

She tried to resist him, tried to push him off. But her wounds had depleted her strength. There was a lot of blood.

She wearily called him more names… as though that was going to slow him down any. He just raped her all the harder. She was just a hole to be used now, no longer a human being. I wondered if she ever had any humanity in the first place.

“Damn! She’s really clenching around my cock! She must want it bad!”

“Fucking… shithead… I’ll kill you!”

I was amazed at her spirit. She still seemed to believe she could somehow obtain the upper hand through all this. “Fuck her mouth!” Rodrigo finally urged me. “Shut her up by fucking her mouth!”

“She’ll bite me.”

“Not unless she wants you to cut her fucking tits off with that knife of yours.”

At first she barred her teeth as she glared daggers at me while moaning in pain. By then I was definitely horny, especially from watching the way Rodrigo was really starting to pound her. So I pulled out my cock.

She made a biting motion with her teeth. I grabbed one of her tits by her nipple and brought my knife down as though threatening to cut it off at the base. She screamed in agony before grudgingly opening her mouth for me, her eyes spewing hatred.

I knelt down and rammed my cock hard down her throat. She gurgled a couple of times as she grunted from her rape and the pain of being shot in the stomach. All I had to do was hold my knife up any time she acted like she was going to do something stupid.

She grunted as we went at her, the two of us pounding her holes hard with our cocks. She looked mad as a wet hen despite her moans and grimaces of pain. Rodrigo rammed her good and hard as though really getting into it.

“Damn! Can you believe this shit? She’s fucking me as though she really wants it! This chick must know she’s about to die and wants to fuck! What a nasty, fucking whore!”

She grunted as though she wanted to spew another obscenity at him. But her mouth was full of cock – my cock. I thrust harder, gagging her with my dick.

We raped her like that until Rodrigo roared his release, leaving a load in her cunt. “Now it’s your turn,” he told me. I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime by not fucking the one and only Revy.

We switched places, and I rammed my hard dick inside her, getting her blood all over me. I figured it was worth it after all the men she’d killed this day, being one of only two men who’d survived. Besides, some of them had been my friends.

Rodrigo fucked her mouth as I pumped her cunt hard. She really was clenching around my cock, her cream oozing out as her body responded. I think a part of her liked it. It made me wonder what kind of a slut assassin we were dealing with.

I rammed her hard until I got the release I’d craved. I’m pretty sure she came right along with me, the murderous slut. Rodrigo was none too gentle on her mouth, gagging her until he nearly asphyxiated her.

We finally pulled out and zipped up. She lay there writhing and moaning as she clutched at her stomach. Clearly she’d lost a lot of blood. We finally stood up, panting like crazy after having our way with her.

She glared defiantly at us as she gasped, “I’m going to… kill you fucking… shitheads for that!” It was incredible the way she acted. It was as though she believed she was still going to win the day.

Rodrigo glared angrily at her. Then he pulled his weapon as I followed suit. “Not today, you fucking whore! This is for Leonardo!”

“And Marco,” I added, remembering the way he’d gone down.

She looked up at us and gasped in alarm as though suddenly realizing the great Revy was not immortal. For the one and only time I saw fear in her eyes. Then we fired point blank into her body, putting 3 shots each into her chest and boobs.

She jerked around from each shot that went into her. She went into spasms, her arms and legs twitching as blood welled up in her mouth. I was feeling the loss of my friends so I took careful aim. Then I put one right between her eyes. That put a stop to most of the hitches in her spasming body other than a few involuntary muscle spasms.

“You had a nice twat, bitch! I’ll bet you fucked around a lot the way you were clenching my dick. But I guess ours are going to be the last cocks you ever feel!” Then he put one in her cunt, making it bleed out along with all that cum we’d given her.

We looked at each other as though there was nothing more to say. Then we tiredly walked away.  Even now I’m still astonished I survived a firefight with that murderous bitch…

© 2017 (written for Revy Apr 18 ’17 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on July 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming August rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga (the final chapter).
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Suzan is lured into trying a noose.
Izumi has some kinky fantasies.
A bride gets a special present after the wedding.
Kaylee takes one for the team.
A couple of stories inspired by manipulated pictures.
Nellie has a special present for her uncle Mikey.
A man becomes a club cuckold.

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

Things are settling down here. I’ve been driving mom to town for doctor appointments. We enjoy eating out together, even if it is an inexpensive meal. And we get to look at the lake and the river. I call those water excursions “doing research for future stories.”

Thanks again for being my patrons.

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Robyn’s revenge 1 (plus bonus) (7-7-19)

13451 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories, one of which has been requested by many fans.

Robyn’s revenge 1 – Robyn begins her revenge by trapping (tying) Holly (up) in the supply room at the aquarium where she works. Then she drives over to Emma’s and torments (tortures) her with a little breath-play before taking (kidnapping) her and bringing her back to the aquarium. (11 pages)

The Enlightenment of Hannah 1-4 – Hannah sees her father with a servant girl. What they are doing together is a shock. It ultimately sends her down a path of discovery and enlightenment. But her investigation will reveal horrible truths while potentially putting her in harm’s way. (16 pages)

Seducing Uncle Richie 3 (plus bonus) (7-7-19)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new chapter to the Seducing Uncle Richie series. Included is an older Cindy and Lisa story which has been recently edited.

Seducing Uncle Richie 3 – Stephanie and Kristen engage in a series of breath-holds with their next door neighbor, hoping to further loosen his inhibitions. This time it just might be successful. (19 pages)

The shameless flirts – Rick is ordered to get Cindy and Lisa up to a 2:00 breath-hold time for a synchro routine. He’s authorized to use any means necessary. But the girls have a unique suggestion of their own. (18 pages)

Water Spirits (plus Club bonus) (reactivated 7-25-19)

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Water Spirits – Inspired by the old Aquafantasies clip of the same name comes a picture story about a woman who makes an offer on a home with a pool. The realtor is so anxious to part with the residence that she accepts the offer no questions asked. Tammi takes possession and goes for her first topless swim, unaware that something else may have already taken possession of the pool in her backyard. (25 pages; 47 vidcaps)

My visit to the Club (1-4) – Here are the first 4 chapters to the infamous Club story that started it all. Rick is instructed to take Edward’s wife Evelyn to a Club and is ordered to make sure she gambles away all the money he has on hand. Afterwards he meets Alison with whom he soon becomes deeply involved. (19 pages)

Underwater Sex at the Dam (plus bonus) (reactivated 7-25-19)

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From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of new stories for your reading enjoyment.

Underwater Sex at the Dam – His first time at having sex takes place underwater at a little irrigation dam with an adventurous blonde. Included with the encounter are some autobiographical facts by the author (I’ll leave you to guess what is fact and what is fiction). Generously illustrated by JustPaul (16 pages; 11 renders)

New Year’s Eve Sexual Ball III – The long-awaited conclusion to this story finds him deciding it might be time to call it a night after all that fucking and gasping. But finding the girl he came in with could prove to be a challenge. The rooms he encounters continue to prove interesting (as he runs into a guillotine in use, a garrote chair he puts a girl into, and a gallows with two noosed, naked females). (13 pages)

Angie (7-25-19)

5278 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new JustPaul illustrated tale of fun in the Keys between a MILF yoga instructor and her female student.

Angie has been teaching Monica about the benefits of yoga when it comes to breath-holding in the deep. She arranges a trip out to a wreck for a sexy morning dive. Then she breaks out the hand scooter for a thrilling ride. But Monica has other thrills in mind. And a couple of scuba divers are in the neighborhood, intent on seeing what these ladies are up to. (26 pages; 40 vidcaps)

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An exercise in beheading 4.4 (17)

Posted on July 24, 2019 by riwa

Aravanna was herded through the opening in the wall along with 19 others – young females one and all and each one totally naked. They had been summoned from all four corners of the empire. Now they all stepped into the small outdoor arena that was partially surrounded by an amphitheater with granite benches overlooking them.

A significant number of Roman citizens, many of obvious nobility, were seated and looked down on them, surely an ominous sign. What’s more, the Emperor himself was seated in a special section close to the arena. A number of generals and concubines were gathered around him. He was in a very good mood, indicating he was capable of ordering almost anything to be done to anyone.

Aravanna felt a lump in her throat, painfully aware of her nakedness. Even amongst others her age she felt extremely vulnerable. The Emperor was well known for his cruel and exotic tastes. She couldn’t help fearing the worst.

The Emperor suddenly stood up with a goblet in hand. “Summon the gladiators!” he declared, lifting the goblet up in a toast. A moment later a number of men stepped through an opening on the opposite side of the arena.

There were 15 in all. The females instinctively shied away from them. Aravanna saw right away that none of them were clothed.

There were many with semi-erect penises. It caused most of the women on the field with them to start chittering amongst themselves in alarm. Up in the crowd the females looked down with some envy. Was the Emperor about to have them all the females in the arena raped in broad daylight as a part of this afternoon’s entertainment?

As the men moved closer to her and her frightened companions, Aravanna noticed each one brandishing a sword. These gladiators were prepared for battle. But the females with her were not.

It was another ominous development. Aravanna instinctively took a step backward. Sun glinted off 15 shafts of steel as she gasped in alarm. Others standing around her also sensed danger as they nervously backed away as well.

As the lead gladiator approached, one of the maidens submissively stepped forward to meet him. Perhaps she expected to be deflowered and was offering herself so as not to be injured in the process. That’s when the Emperor’s voice rang out, “LET THE EXERCISE BEGIN!”

When the lead gladiator was close enough he simply lifted his sword and swung it firmly. It sliced cleanly through the neck of the startled young maiden. Her head toppled onto the dusty floor of the arena as her body collapsed in a heap.

There was a look of complete and utter shock on her face. Her naked body jerked and spasmed, crimson spurting out through her severed neck. The gladiator with his penis at half-mast proudly picked her head up and lifted it by her brown tresses.

He displayed it to the Emperor and his honored guests. The crowd roared its bloodthirsty approval. That’s when pandemonium broke out.

The remaining maidens scattered in all directions, screaming wildly for their lives. The gladiators eagerly set after them. Swords were upraised as though these men were now engaged in mortal combat.

Aravanna fled for her life as her terrified companions ran every which way. She heard a shriek and turned to see one maiden being chased right into the path of a gladiator. The sword swung purposefully.

Her head flew away to the cheers of the observers. Her body crumpled to jerk and spasm as blood poured copiously out of her severed neck. Aravanna barely had time to observe him lift up the head to the approval of the cheering crowd before she was forced to take flight again.

There was no place to run; the arena was totally enclosed. Several random pillars stuck up to provide minimal obstacles. Otherwise they served no useful purpose, proving to be rather poor choices behind which to try and hide.

One poor maiden found out the hard way, cowering behind one while watching the carnage. She failed to observe the gladiator come up behind her. With one smooth stroke, her head was quickly separated from her shoulders, tumbling to the ground as her body collapsed. The shocked look upon her face revealed she had absolutely no idea of the danger approaching her from behind until it was much too late, the crowd roaring with delight.

Aravanna ran as fast as she could, sensing it would do her no good. A gladiator came after her, sending her screaming in the opposite direction. She caught up to a slower moving maiden, shot on past her… and then heard the crowd roar again. A quick glance back revealed her former pursuer triumphantly holding up the head of the girl she’d just run right on by.

She winced each time she heard another cheer. That meant another girl had fallen. The numbers of her still living companions were plummeting precipitously. Her only hope of survival now was dependent upon the off chance the gladiators would be limited to acquiring one head and one head only.

She ducted behind a pillar, momentarily catching her breath. When she peeked around she saw a maiden come to a screaming stop, totally unaware of the gladiator behind her. His sword swung out and she was decapitated from behind, much to the anger of the gladiator preparing to strike while standing in front of her.

Something instinctively told her to duck. A moment later she heard the clang of the sword as it hit the pillar, narrowly missing where she’d been mere seconds ago. She let out a scream and started running again.

Now there were corpses strewn all across the arena floor. Decapitated bodies spurted flowing crimson out of severed necks. A few gladiators had stopped their bloody work and were now availing themselves of the naked corpses for their sexual gratification.

Aravanna yelped each time another headless body came into her line of sight. There was another roar… and then another. Her companions were dropping like flies.

She rounded a pillar only to see one of the maidens sandwiched between two gladiators. Both swords flew at almost the exact same instant. One passed through empty air a split second later where a head had once been attached.

Aravanna’s shriek of terror was drowned out by the cheering throng. She peeled off and began running in yet another direction. Her fate was clear now: death by beheading, perhaps followed by a degrading of her corpse.

She tried running back toward the opening they’d come through earlier. Perhaps she could find some sort of exit. But a gladiator stepped in her way, intercepting her.

His cock was hard as he grinned at her. His sword dripped scarlet from a previous beheading. That’s when Aravanna knew for certain that her life was forfeit. And it was all for nothing more than the amusement of the Emperor.

She tried to run one last time. But the gladiators were corralling the remaining maidens in little pockets. She heard another roar as another of her sisters lost her head.

A gladiator stepped in her path, hefting his sword as two more came up from behind. “She’s mine!” he declared in warning, causing the others to step back deferentially. Aravanna instinctively took a step back as well.

She trembled with fright, whimpering pitifully. He quickly reduced the distance between them. That’s when her bladder gave way as she peed herself from the terror of the moment.

The first thing she thought of was how much it would hurt if his aim was not true. Aravanna tipped her head back a little, exposing her slender column. The gladiator smiled, his penis hard as he accepted her offering.

She saw the sword cut through the air before she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Then she felt like her world was flying. His stroke had been true.

She vaguely heard a cheer as she landed face down upon the dirt floor of the arena. Aravanna tasted the dust of the earth mixed with her life’s blood in her mouth. Then her head was lifted up to the cheering crowd.

She saw the Emperor lift his glass in a toast to her kill. Her head was swung around so she was able to get one last glimpse of the arena. The last of her naked companions was crumpling onto the ground, her body jerking and spasming as a fountain of blood shot up out of her neck.

Her vision shifted until she saw her gladiator pull her toward his stiff erection. Her mouth was impaled as the crowd lewdly cheered. She tasted his stiffness on her lips. Then there was no more fear or terror as consciousness faded away.

The crowd cheered as the gladiators used the bodies of the dead and the dying. Mouths and neck stumps were impaled as naked corpses twitched and quivered. The emperor raised his goblet in a toast, having enjoyed the bloodshed and now reveling in the graphic necro display.

Eventually the heads were brought forward and were lined side by side upon the arena wall for the Emperor to inspect. The naked bodies were gathered up from all over the arena. The gladiators made no attempt to be respectful or modest, pulling bodies by arms and legs while shamefully exposing the well-fucked crotches and dripping pussies as they were dragged through the blood of their fallen sisters.

20 decapitated young women were lined up flat on their backs before the Emperor for his inspection, breasts up and legs spread lewdly. The gladiators were then instructed to sodomize the bodies. As there were only 15 men and 20 maidens, a group of 5 volunteers were drafted from the audience in the amphitheater to attend to the corpses of the five unattended maidens.

The Emperor watched gleefully for several minutes before sending his concubines into the arena to play ‘match-the-head-to-the body’. There was much laughter and gaiety as his women tried to figure out which head belonged to which corpse. The Emperor was quite jovial.

He finally ended up taking on two of his concubines right there in front of one and all. He alternated between them while watching the debauchery in the arena. The crowd roared its approval.

When he began sodomizing his concubines he instructed the gladiators to pull out at the exact same time, just because he wanted to hear the “plop” of penises being withdrawn together from several anal passages. This amused him greatly. He demanded they do it over and over again until the anal passage of each and every corpse was filled with gladiator spunk.

When he was finally satiated, the Emperor instructed the naked bodies be stacked one on top of the other into several pushcarts. It was a mess as cum dripped onto each body below from every anal opening of the corpse lying above. Then the heads were casually tossed in with the bodies.

There was no care made to make sure each skull was reunited with the body of its former owner. The pushcarts were ultimately taken down to the river. The day’s exercise in beheading ended with the ignominious disposal of the decapitated maidens being dumped one by one into the water…

2012; 2018 (written for Aravanna Jul 11 ’12; ed. Dec 29 ‘18 by riwa)

(Illustration provided by oxode)

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The Many Drownings of Melissa – Diane lends a hand 4.3 (12)

Posted on July 18, 2019 by riwa

Melissa took a deep breath and dove for the bottom of the pool. She pulled herself along with her arms as she felt the cool water caress her naked flesh. She worked her way down until she touched the floor with her hand, eight feet below the surface.

She swam over to the pool ladder, grabbed the bottom rung and held herself in place. Melissa allowed the excitement of being underwater to cause her nipples to harden again. She wondered if she’d be able to hold her breath long enough for her host to return from her visit to the ladies room.

This was her last afternoon at Diane’s humble abode. They had met over the internet a month ago, shared their love of being underwater which included their favorite drowning fantasies. So they’d decided to get together, causing Melissa to fly in for the weekend.

As she continued to hold her breath, she fondly recalled their last couple of days. The two of them had shared a wonderful time together. Melissa regretted having to fly home later that night.

They had spoken of their deepest, darkest fantasies. They’d even done a little role-playing in the pool. They’d dunked each other and held one another under the surface until someone’s breath had come bursting forth.

They’d bonded over the weekend. But sadly it was coming to an end. So they were trying to get in a few more hours in Diane’s backyard pool before Melissa needed to be driven to the airport. As a result, the two were cavorting around in their birthday suits as the high fence allowed for plenty of privacy.

Melissa felt her chest spasm lightly as her lungs began to burn. That familiar feeling of excitement began to tingle down between her legs. So she decided to play-act a simple, yet effective drowning scenario while her host was in the bathroom.

She swam away from the ladder toward the middle of the deep end. Then she forced herself down with her palms extended. Her lungs began to heave ominously, demanding she return to the surface.

Reluctantly she swam upward, her head bursting above the waterline. She grabbed a quick lungful of air, only to begin flailing away as though she was a tired swimmer. As she pulled herself up and then slipped back under she felt her pussy start to tingle with a growing desire for a release.

—–

Diane looked out the sliding glass door. That’s when she saw her guest thrashing about in the water. For a moment she thought Melissa was in trouble until she remembered her friend had told her she liked to use the “tired swimmer” scenario to get off. It made her smile to know how similar they were when it came to their drowning fetish.

She watched the woman in her pool pop up, wave her arms and then slip back under. It gave her sexual stirrings, even as a sadness settled over her like a blanket. It was too bad their time was coming to an end.

Her guest would be flying out later that evening. Diane felt a strong attachment to this woman from the Midwest. She’d be sorry to see her go as she really didn’t want their time together to come to an end.

An idea quickly sprang to mind. Diane grinned as she stepped out the door into the backyard. Maybe it was time to lend a hand to her guest’s little drowning scenario.

—–

Melissa felt the tingles intensify as she pulled herself back to the surface. She gasped for breath right before she slipped back under the water. Going up and down while gasping for breath was bringing her so very close to orgasm.

It wouldn’t take much longer. Just a little bit more and she’d obtain the release she craved. That’s when she popped up, gasped for breath… and saw Diane smile at her through the glass of the patio door.

Melissa slipped back under the surface in a flurry of bubbles. She rubbed her thighs together and was rewarded as her body shuddered from the orgasm that swept through her. She pushed herself down toward the bottom, wanting to experience the feeling of cumming underwater for as long as possible.

When her orgasm began to subside, she looked up and saw that Diane had returned. She was kneeling by the side of the pool looking down at her. She smiled up in her direction.

Melissa swam under the water toward her. She felt weakened yet satisfied from her experience. Then she popped her head up out of the water near the edge of the pool.

She gasped for breath, only to have Diane grab her hair and force her back down. “So you did it again, eh you slut?” her host called down at her in anger. “You had another orgasm in my pool? I’ll teach you to pleasure yourself in my waters, you bitch! Why, you’re nothing but a drown-whore!”

Melissa burbled in surprise. Instinctively, she began waving her arms for the surface as that area between her legs flared to life again. Then she was abruptly yanked up by a handful of hair.

She gasped and sputtered as Diane glared at her, apparently enjoying another one of their impromptu role-plays. “So you wanna drown again, eh slut? I can arrange that! Get your ass back down there and suck it in, bitch!”

Melissa was abruptly shoved back down below the surface. She bubbled as she frantically clawed at the hand entangled in her curls. Her pussy was throbbing again.

A part of her was a little frightened as she’d been caught off guard. But that’s what made her bubbly dilemma all the more delicious. She was delighted to be held under again.

She cried out, releasing a froth of bubbles as she struggled to get back to the surface. Her nipples hardened significantly from her excitement. She felt her body respond, rapidly moving her toward experiencing another climax underwater.

She wasn’t the only one…

Diane breathed heavily as she held her guest under the surface. It could just as easily be her who was bubbling in the water. After all, the two of them had taken turns dunking and drowning each other all weekend, making for a very exciting past couple of days. She was really getting horny watching her drowning partner suffer.

She grinned inwardly as she pulled Melissa back up, only to enjoy her gasps at the surface. “You’re just a little drown-whore, aren’t you, bitch! So I think I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget! Drown for me, you fucking whore!” And with that she shoved her drowning companion back under the surface.

Melissa bubbled like crazy as she flailed away with her arms. She reached for her tormentor’s hand in an effort to dislodge it from her hair as that natural fear and excitement began to well up inside her. At the same time, the feelings between her legs intensified dramatically.

A part of it was due to Diane’s obscenities. Being called names while being threatened with drowning was an added thrill. She liked the way she was treated in these role-plays.

For Melissa, being held underwater against your will made the fear come naturally. Even though she knew she was going to be brought up, there was that certain part of her that wasn’t quite sure. That made the experience all the more erotic.

Once again Diane was playing her part superbly. It sent erotic tingles pinging through her body. Melissa burbled as her lungs began to cry out. Her pussy was throbbing for another release, her nipples so painfully erect.

Diane pulled her head up out of the water and glared angrily into her companion’s frightened eyes. Melissa panted, “No… please!” But she didn’t really mean it.

“NO??” Diane sneered. “You dare say no to me?? I know you want to drown, you horny little slut! So that’s exactly what you’re going to do for me! Now get your ass back down there and drown for me, bitch! Drown like the fucking little drown-whore I know you to be!” Then she forced her under yet again.

Melissa burbled in fearful excitement as she clawed weakly at the hand in her hair. Her lungs heaved from her painfully brief gasps for breath. This was almost perfect.

A part of her desperately wanted to be let up so she could catch her breath. But another part of her wanted to be held under until the very last possible moment. So she clamped her lips shut and forced herself to hold what little air she had left in her lungs as her cheeks bulged.

By now Diane was really getting into the scenario. “DROWN FOR ME, BITCH!” she screamed down into the water, hoping the neighbors couldn’t hear to make them call the cops. “SUCK IT IN, YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE! DROWN FOR ME, MELISSA; YOU HORNY, LITTLE SLUT!”

Melissa’s thighs rubbed together as she struggled to reach the surface. A moment later it swelled within her. Then it exploded, sending a violent shudder of ecstasy sweeping through her.

For a moment she lost all motor function as she jerked and spasmed with Diane’s hand entangled in her hair. Her head tipped back as her eyes rolled. Then Melissa cried out in pleasure, sending a froth of bubbles to the surface.

As Diane watched her friend’s bubbly orgasm, she felt one of her own. It was a small, pleasurable wave that rippled through her. She gasped for breath as her eyes became glassy, her body getting all caught up in the moment.

The bubbles coming up from the pool subsided. Diane heard a gurgle from the woman under the surface. That’s when she quickly pulled Melissa’s head up out of the water.

The half-drowned woman came up coughing and sputtering. Her body experienced pleasant aftershocks as the tingles continued to ripple through her. She struggled to speak, panting to her companion, “Diane? That was… fuckin’ FANTASTIC!”

Melissa felt weak and breathless. She tried to reach for the ladder but couldn’t seem to hold on. “Diane? I can’t hardly move. I think… you need to… help me… outta here.”

She looked up to see her friend looking down at her all funny-like. It was as though she was staring right through her. “Diane?”

There was no response. Diane seemed all caught up in something. Was her mind on something else??

“Diane??”

Melissa looked up at her host in alarm. Something wasn’t right. Diane had a far-away look in her eyes.

“Diane? Need a little help here. You can let go of my hair now.”

“And now, my dear,” Diane said in a voice that didn’t sound like her own, “it’s time for you to die.” And with that she abruptly shoved her startled companion’s head back down into the water.

Her mind tried to question what the hell she was doing. But she couldn’t make herself stop. Besides, they’d talked many times about how Melissa loved to be told she was going to die right before being forcefully submerged. It really got her off.

Melissa’s eyes went wide in alarm. She lost a mouthful of air as she struggled all over again. Once more she felt a surge of erotic tingles settle in her crotch.

This time she shook her head. She was tired, exhausted. It was arousing as hell, but she really needed to catch her breath. Besides, the two recent orgasms had ravaged her, leaving her weak and helpless.

She feebly waved her arms at the surface. But her body began to thrum with growing excitement at her peril. What would happen if this time she actually swallowed water??

Diane felt a perverse excitement. But it was as though her mind and body were no longer her own. She heard herself calling down to her companion, “You want to drown, Melissa? Then drown for me, bitch! Drown for me like the drown-whore I know you to be!”

Diane was aware of her grip in her bubbling companion’s hair. For some reason she couldn’t make herself let go. What the hell was wrong with her??

It was as though she was looking down from above, watching someone else force Melissa under the water. ‘What are you doing??’ an inner voice demanded. ‘You’re gonna drown her if you keep this up!’

“But that’s just what she wants,” she heard herself murmur. “So I’m going to give her what she wants. “I’m going to drown the bitch. That should really make her cum hard!”

Melissa found herself too tired to hold her breath. She was weak and exhausted from her orgasms. She needed a break to catch her breath and compose herself.

She flailed weakly, but it did no good. Diane had a good grasp of her hair. The fear and excitement sent a surge of erotic tingles flooding through her quivering body.

Melissa’s mind called out for her to stop. What the hell was she doing?? If she wasn’t careful she was going to drown her for real!!

She struggled weakly in a half-hearted attempt to get to the surface. But Diane was having none of it. “Go ahead and fight me, bitch! It’s no use. This time you’re going to die, you slut! I’m going to enjoy drowning your sorry ass!”

Diane’s inner voice cried out for her to stop. ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? FOR GAWD’S SAKE, LET THE WOMAN UP!’ But she couldn’t make herself let go of her companion’s hair.

Melissa bubbled in fear and excitement, trembling at the approaching orgasmic storm. She knew she’d never be able to hold her breath once she came. She wanted up in the worst way. Yet a small part of her was secretly hoping Diane would carry out her threat to drown her sorry ass.

Diane was in another world as the region between her legs built to detonation. She was about to drown her new-found friend. But for some reason, it seemed the right thing to do.

Something in her head told her this was the only way this weekend should come to an end. After all, it was among the many fantasies they’d talked about. Melissa had even said it was what she wanted. But she hadn’t really meant it, had she??

That inner voice kept telling her to stop and let Melissa up before she started drowning. But Diane couldn’t stop. She simply couldn’t make herself stop.

In the pool Melissa held her breath for as long as she could. But in her weakened state she’d barely reached half a minute before the air suddenly burst out of her mouth. A moment later she inhaled instinctively.

Her eyes flew open in shock. Her body began convulsing and thrashing about, almost doubling over in an effort to expel the fluid that had been sucked into her lungs. A moment later a powerful orgasm enveloped her, sending her into a series of jerks and spasms.

Her breasts bounced and wobbled as she coughed and convulsed. Little bursts of air were forced out past her lips as the orgasm shook her like a rag doll. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle.

Melissa continued to suck water into her lungs. Her struggles lessened, becoming more subdued as the first orgasm ebbed. It was immediately followed by a second, more powerful eruption of pleasure from within.

Her body shuddered as she tried to cry out. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a tidal wave of pleasure washed through her. Then she exhausted herself as all struggles ceased.

A series of little tremors quivered through her until her nervous system finally shut down. She let out a bubbly sigh as she relaxed in Diane’s grasp of her hair. Little bubbles quietly slipped past her opened mouth to swirl up to the surface.

The moment Melissa began to drown, Diane was hit by an orgasm of her own. The excitement of watching her friend convulse painfully had become too erotic to contain. She shuddered hard and then gasped for breath as the sensations ricocheted throughout her body.

She watched Melissa’s struggles lessen until the naked woman went limp in her grasp. For a moment she stared in stunned silence. Then Diane felt another shiver of incredible excitement course through her body.

In a moment of clarity she looked down and saw her hand clutching the drowned woman’s hair. Diane quickly let go as though releasing a hot poker. Melissa floated up to drift face down at the surface of her backyard pool.

Diane stared in shock over what she had done. Whatever had possessed her to drown her new-found friend suddenly returned. She watched with a strange smile of satisfaction.

That inner voice started screaming at her. ‘WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?? GET HER OUT OF THERE AND START CPR!!’ But Diane watched impassively as Melissa’s body floated before her.

For some reason it felt like the perfect ending to a fantastic weekend. After what they’d shared together, it just didn’t seem right for them to go back to their separate worlds. Melissa had just experienced her ultimate fantasy. Now it was her turn.

Diane stood up as if in a fog. She walked over to a corner of the patio where their play-toys had been discarded. Then she bent down, picked up two weight belts, and two sets of handcuffs.

She walked back to where Melissa’s body was floating nearby. She set the items down on the edge of the pool. Then she slipped into the water.

She proceeded to handcuff Melissa’s wrists together in front of her body. Then she worked the weight belt around the drowned woman’s waist. When she was done she let go and watched the body sink to the bottom of the pool eight feet below.

Diane’s breath came in excited gasps as she reached over for the second weight belt. She strapped it around her waist, forcing her to work hard to tread water. Her pussy roared to life once again as her body anticipated what she was about to do.

Satisfied, she took one last look around the pool area as she grabbed the second set of handcuffs. She sucked in the last breath of air she would ever inhale. Then she allowed the weight belt to take her to the bottom of the pool.

Once more her inner voice screamed at her… ‘NO! STOP! DON’T DO THIS!’ But Diane found herself unable to stop. Somehow this felt right.

Her only regret was that they hadn’t been able to drown together. But that was unavoidable. She hadn’t even known she was going to drown Melissa until a few moments ago. Now she knew what she had to do to complete their wonderful weekend together.

Melissa’s corpse drifted down until she came to rest on her face and stomach. Diane swam down and gently lifted her friend’s body to its knees. Then she worked herself into the cuffed embrace.

She slipped inside the drowned woman’s arms until they were face to face, naked body to naked body… chest to chest. Then she shackled one cuff to her left wrist and slipped that arm under the right shoulder of her drowned friend.

Diane ran her other arm over the left shoulder where she reached for the cuffs. She snapped the remaining shackle onto her other wrist. Now their naked bodies were interlocked. She wouldn’t be able to get free unless she used the keys… and they were up at the surface.

Diane bubbled out a sigh as she looked into the face of the woman she’d just drowned. There was the faintest hint of an enigmatic smile in Melissa’s features. Her vacant eyes seemed to stare at her with no hint of anger or betrayal.

The body was still warm to the touch. Pressing against it caused Diane to tremble with excitement at what was about to happen. They were about to be united forever in their ultimate drowning fantasy.

Diane felt the tingles in her pussy intensify as she held her breath. Her nipples were hard as they pressed into Melissa’s breasts, adding to her excitement. Her orgasm – and her impending drowning – were but moments away.

A spasm rippled through her stomach, indicating her time was about to run out. ‘I’m coming to join you, my love,’ she thought with a smile as a small trickle of air bled out through her nose. ‘I won’t be able to hold my breath much longer now, Melissa.’

She burbled again as the sensations between her legs grew until she thought she was going to explode. Her chest began to spasm sharply, insistent in its demand for oxygen. She looked up at the surface and the endless supply of air her lungs craved.

Blind, instinctive panic suddenly kicked in. Diane tried to pull with her manacled hands, kicking hard with her feet as she tried to get to the surface. Her body’s instincts to live were betraying her final fantasy.

Air spewed out of her mouth in forced bursts as she fought to hold her breath. She had to get to the surface! But she was too heavy. Melissa’s body and the two weight belts were too much to overcome, just as she’d known they would be.

Diane hadn’t made much progress toward the surface when her thighs brushed together. It set off that over-stimulated part of her body. The expression in Melissa’s face seemed to indicate she was going to make damned sure Diane drowned in her embrace.

Diane body shuddered from a massive eruption of sexual energy. It caused her to blow away her air before sucking in a huge lungful of water. Then she began bucking and jerking against Melissa’s naked body as the orgasm ravaged her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she shuddered from the violent sensations of pleasure. It felt like Melissa was really trying to drown her now! Her breasts pressed up against the breasts of the still warm body until her legs involuntarily wrapped around the drowned woman and squeezed, triggering another massive orgasm.

Diane opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Her torso repeatedly slammed into that of the woman she was interlocked with. Her nervous system overloaded until she abruptly went limp, her legs coming free and drifting downward.

Air dribbled freely out of her gaping mouth as her eyes settled on the face of her guest. That same enigmatic smile now graced her own features. Both bodies came down to the pool floor and then slowly toppled over with Melissa coming to rest on top of her host.

‘This is the way it should be, my love,’ Diane thought dreamily, although the words seemed to come from somewhere far away. Then the life flicked out of her eyes. The two women lay at the bottom of Diane’s backyard pool in a lover’s embrace complicated by weight belts and handcuffs.

They were found the next morning by the police. They’d been called to investigate why Diane had failed to show up for work and why Melissa had failed to arrive at the airport in her hometown. They could only wonder what the hell had happened and whose idea it was…

2005; 2019 (written for Melissa May 20 ’05; ed. Jan 8 ‘19 by riwa)

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Come to me my lovely, slimy eels 4.5 (42)

Posted on July 12, 2019 by riwa

Come to me my lovely, slimy eels

by guest author Krogen

Part 1

I want to tell you a story that is erotic and arousing.

Yet it is so perverse, so debased that you probably won’t believe it.

Let me assure you what I am about to tell you did happen.

I am a senior executive at a large pharmaceutical company.

We have a contract with another drug research company owned by a brilliant, bio-engineer.

His name is Stewart and by now he is easily a billionaire.

He is doing amazing, experimental work with gene splicing with special emphasis on aquatic species.

I was invited to a dinner party by Stewart at his house.

Our company had been told Stewart would be conducting some type of product demonstration.

I didn’t have much of a choice — I had to attend. My wife was ill and so I went alone.

That’s a good thing because my wife probably would have become even more ill watching what happened that night.

Then again, my wife might have enjoyed this perverse event more than I did.

My limo driver dropped me at Stewart’s mansion in Westchester County, just north of New York City.

After dinner about 50 people descended into a large room where Stewart housed one of the largest fresh water aquariums I have ever seen.

The aquarium was built into the structure so that only one glass wall could be seen.

This glass wall was easily 40 feet long and ten or twelve feet high.

This monster of an aquarium was filled with water, but surprisingly empty of any fish.

Stewart spoke saying: “Ladies and gentlemen — many of you know that one of my companies is doing extensive work in marine biology and genomic research.

“Tonight we announce a new biological creation.

“Using gene splicing techniques we have made considerable changes in the physiology and behavior of male Amazon eels.

“These new eels have no teeth and are now tame.

“Most important their behavior has been genetically transformed to make them a living pleasure toy for women.”

Some people started to laugh. I could understand why because what Stewart was saying sounded so silly.

This was so over the top ridiculous I thought Stewart had finally lost his mind.

But Stewart was absolutely serious.

Still — talking about genetically modified eels becoming a living pleasure toy for women sounded way over the top.

The giggling stopped abruptly when Stewart pushed a button and five eels swam into the aquarium.

Two were huge — at least twelve feet long. Three others varied in length from perhaps three-to six-feet.

They were iridescent in a dark purple color. Each was as thick as my wrist.

As the eels swam around they opened their mouths — surprisingly there were no teeth to be seen.

While Stewart was speaking I saw a tall, strikingly beautiful redhead standing alone near the aquarium.

She was so stunning I thought she must be a model.

She was wearing a skin-tight oriental-style gown with a slit that ran almost to her waist.

The dress looked like a second skin and was perfectly molded around her slim body and full breasts.

She had on cherry-red six-inch heels. Her hair hung straight down her back.

It didn’t take much imagination to realize this woman might be having an affair with the married Stewart.

Stewart continued: “These eels are designed to pleasure a woman and bring her to orgasm after orgasm while she is relaxing in a hot tub, or swimming or free diving or scuba diving among them.

“They can live in salt water or fresh water.

“Most important, the secretions that make eels so slick and slimy, are enhanced. This jelly-like lubrication does not wear off.

“Our tests have shown the eels are not harmful and we know they will not bite.

Stewart turned to the redheaded woman.

“My beautiful W has volunteered to demonstrate how the eels can give her pleasure.”

It was shocking to see how eager the woman appeared to be.

I began to think she had participated in this experiment or demo before.

She turned so Stewart could pull down the zipper in the back of her dress. It crumpled at her feet.

W — if that really was her real name — was standing nude except for heels and her earrings in front of all of us.

She stood proud and not the least bit embarrassed.

Her nipples were already hard. Her shaved pussy glistened in the dim lighting.

She quickly walked up some stairs and stopped on a platform next to the aquarium.

What seemed so weird was that the eels had stopped swimming and their faces were turned up as if watching and waiting for the nude W to join them.

She slipped off her high heels dove perfectly into the pool. She was holding a scuba regulator.

The regulator was attached to a long hose to some hidden air tank.

“No dive mask, no fins.” I heard Stewart say to the crowd. “Watch what happens….”

Each of the biggest eels wrapped around W’s feet and were undulating downward pulling the beautiful woman toward the bottom.

Everyone in the audience could see the eels were terrifically strong.

W smiled at us and got a deep breath of air from the regulator.

Then two mid-size eels undulated toward her. Each opened its mouth and in a blink had fastened on to her nipples.

They began sucking gently on them — as gentle as any baby. The woman threw her head back — removed the air regulator and started holding her breath. It was pretty clear she was enjoying her nipples being sucked by the eels.

Just watching all this — I must tell you — by this time I had a powerful erection.

It was so fucking weird — like something out of a porn sci-fi story.

I removed my hands from my pockets so I would not get caught stroking myself while watching this underwater demonstration. But this event was just getting started.

While continuing to suck on W’s engorged nipples the two mid-size eels began to wrap around her breasts.

They started constricting and then partly releasing — massaging her breasts while never stopping their gentle sucking on her nipples.

One of the larger eels moved up the redhead’s left leg. Soon its head was brushing up and down against her cunt.

W — still holding her breath — did not attempt to resist as the head of the eel started pushing into her pussy.

Everyone in the audience was focused on what was happening.

This hybrid, unnatural ell started moving deeper into the woman’s cunt — the slime it secreted from its skin must have eliminated most, but not all of the friction.

This eel seemed to grow thicker — expanding become much, much thicker than any man’s cock.

We could see W grasp the thick eel with both hands and start to push it deeper into her cunt.

I could not turn away from watching. I was disgusted — but to my shame — it also felt arousing. God help me I was getting turned watching some freak eel fuck a beautiful woman underwater.

By now the woman had been holding her breath well over a minute. She smiled at us and then moaned — closing her eyes in pleasure as some air escaped from her lips.

The eel’s head was twisting and weaving back and forth against the walls of her pussy — straining to enter her as deeply as possible.

We could see W’s cunt walls were expanding and elongating to fully accept the slimy eel. For its part the eel started slowly moving in and out — back and forth — inside the woman’s wanton pussy.

W had closed her eyes obviously enjoying what appeared to be intense pleasure.

The eel’s in-out movement was increasing — moving faster.

As yet the woman underwater had not taken a fresh breath of air from the scuba regulator. I couldn’t believe how long she was going without air.

This bio-engineered creature — started deep fucking the woman underwater and she loved it.

A video cameras outside the aquarium with their bright red lights were recording every second.

A woman standing nearby said out loud: “I want to try that.”

Another woman a few feet away said “fuck yes let’s try it.”

The underwater scene was mesmerizing.

The beautiful W was floating, weightless, perhaps 10 feet beneath the surface. Her legs were slightly bent and spread open in a completely shameless, fuck-me pose.

Two eels were squeezing her breasts and sucking on her thick nipples. Another larger eel was penetrating and stroking back and forth in and partly out of her cunt.

More long moments passed when suddenly W underwater shrieked out – a full scream with huge bubbles of air escaping her open lips. She was climaxing from the eels.

All this time she had been holding her breath — wanting to experience some type of asphyxiation climax.

She fumbled for the air regulator — but as she reached for it she must have experienced yet another orgasm.

She stopped and moaned again — her hips flexing back and forth, matching the in and out penetration of the eel.

I thought someone better fucking rescue that woman because she’s climaxing and starting to drown.

W stopped all motion and started to sink. She was drowning.

She neared the bottom — a continuous, but slowly steam of air bubbles coming from her partly open lips. Her chest started to convulse — her body bucking forward and back.

The eel remained in her cunt. The other two continued sucking on her nipples.

At the last possible moment W opened her eyes and was able to grab the air regulator and replenish her lungs.

But this show was not over.

The fourth eel was still wrapped around one of her legs. Now its head began to stretch upward — pushing between her taut, ass cheeks — stretching them open.

The beautiful woman did not resist.

She appeared to bend slightly forward as if to encourage the eel to enter her ass.

The eel’s forward motion had stopped as if its head was against the beautiful woman’s sphincter. Then it started slowly penetrating her asshole — it’s gentle in and out movement must have helped dilate that muscle. First an inch of the eel’s body disappeared — then another inch.

This eel’s body was impossibly thick, but its slimy coating must have made it easier to enter her rectum.

I expected W’s face to register some pain, but to my utter astonishment there was even more joy on her face. I could not turn my eyes away as another couple of inches of the eel disappeared into her rectum.

The audience could see the eel moving up and in — slowly, but deeply pushing inside the eager woman’s ass.

By now the heads of both eels were so deep they had to be nearly touching each other — separated only by a thin barrier. This kind of nearly pain-free absolute pleasure from double penetration was beyond anything most women could imagine.

Even through the glass wall we in the audience could hear W’s moans of pleasure. Through her air regulator we could hear her say — “My God, my God this feels so good. Aaahhhaaa.”

W must have climaxed again. We could see thick gobs of white secretions from the eel’s bodies being pushed or forced out from the woman’s cunt and ass.

Each time she thrust forward her labia bulged outward due to the eel’s thickness. Each time she pushed backwards the eel in her ass was swallowed deeper.

You may be wondering whether anyone in the audience should have tried to stop this demonstration.

No one moved.

Everyone wanted to continue watching what pleasure the dual penetration and the hypnotic effect of the sucking on nipples was having on the woman.

By now she had been underwater for nearly half an hour. Much of that time she had been breath-holding.

W seemed to be experiencing one continuous climax — screaming out her pleasure either through the regulator or more often exhaling air through her open mouth.

The eels were patient, yet insistent. They were not rushing. It was as if her pleasure was the only thing that mattered to them.

Her orgasms didn’t appear to stop — her body continued undulating, back and forth with each thrust from the eels.

It had to be beyond intense for W.

By now much of her body was hidden by the slimy creatures.

One eel wrapped around her legs and hips pushing and pulling back and forth, thrusting into her pussy. Another was wrapped around her other leg while penetrating her ass. Two others wrapped around her breasts — pulling and sucking on her engorged nipples.

Later we learned the white eel secretions were also having some physical and psychological effect on W.

Somehow the white substance was enhancing her desire for more sex — for more orgasms — while eliminating any painful friction. That was saying a lot considering how thick the eel’s bodies were that were entering her.

The business side of me kicked in.

Could my company make any money selling this bio-engineered animals? Would women buy such creatures? Would such intense pleasure from a bio-engineered creature mean women could start ignoring men? Would men be able to compete with such creatures?

Breeding these animals and selling them as some sort of bathtub or swimming pool sex toy meant Stewart’s company or my company could make millions more in profits.

I stopped thinking about business when I heard another powerful, yet pleasurable scream from W.

She was screaming out another climax — this time with her mouth fully open.

That was a mistake.

Her scuba regulator fell from her mouth. The eels around her body made finding it difficult.

The fifth eel — a smaller one that had been swimming around, suddenly started wrapping around W’s throat with its head pushing between her open lips.

This demonstration was not over.

 

Part 2

I am a senior level executive at a large pharmaceutical company.

Along with 50 other guests I had been invited to a dinner party and then a product demo at a mansion owned by a brilliant bio-engineer named Stewart.

Now I was watching a perverse, yet a highly erotic event in which five gene-spliced Amazon eels were pleasuring a naked woman swimming in a large aquarium.

I know this sounds impossible — even crazy.

But there is no doubt in my mind these dangerous eels had been transformed with genetic enhancements into some type of tame creatures with their sole purpose to give women pleasure.

For nearly half an hour a beautiful woman named W was underwater allowing the eels to penetrate her vagina and rectum. She had been free diving and only taking breaths intermittently from a scuba regulator attached to a long hose

While screaming out another orgasm W had let the air regular fall from her open lips.

One of the eels had wrapped around the woman’s neck. A second later it started trying to penetrate the beautiful, naked woman’s mouth.

At first W tried to resist. She tried to keep her lips closed, but the eel was pushing hard.

W kept twisting and turning — but this appeared to increase the pleasure she was getting from the eels fucking her pussy and ass.

Everyone in the audience could see the head of the last eel brushing back and forth across closed lips.

Stewart spoke to us again: “The slimy secretions not only reduce friction, but act like an aphrodisiac for women — it enhances sexual desire at least twice over.”

Women in the audience gasped and several made it clear they wanted to be additional test subjects.

I thought this is so much bull. Had Stewart — an agreed upon genius bioengineer — really discovered a substance to increase a woman’s libido?

Once again I could hardly believe my eyes.

W was tasting the slimy coating that was oozing from the eels around her throat and by her mouth.

W — the woman test subject — had opened her mouth and her tongue was dancing over the eel’s body slurping up the white coating. It was like she couldn’t get enough of it.

Still holding her breath W now eagerly opened her lips — encouraging the eel to enter her mouth. It did so — several inches deep. The eel started moving in and out between her lips.

The eel’s ebony skin appeared as satin smooth as any man’s cock. Yet it was covered in the white secretions.

The eels thick, firm head flicked left and right making each of W’s facial cheeks bulge outward.

This eel would pull back and then swim hard into the woman’s mouth — penetrating so deeply as to make her lower throat bulge outward.

We could hear the woman’s pleasure moans — each moan more air bubbles escaped her lungs, despite the eel deep down her throat.

I heard other moans coming from some men in the audience. I forced myself to turn away from the aquarium.

Holly shit.

Half a dozen women in the audience — still dressed in evening gowns — were on their knees deep throating and sucking off their husbands.

The husbands kept watching the woman in the aquarium getting fucked.

Why the hell were the women doing this?

Had they gotten so sexually aroused watching they wanted to please their husbands?

Had the husbands forced them to start giving head in a room full of strangers?

Then I noticed Steward walking around with a jar of white fluid giving a teaspoon full of the fluid to women who wanted a taste.

This can’t be real, I thought.

But it was.

The white substance had to be from the eels.

It appears this substance secreted by the eels really does have a powerful effect on women — so much so they didn’t hesitate to start deep throating their husbands during a public event.

I did not know where to watch.

Five of these bio-engineered eels were pleasuring W — the woman underwater — and it was clear she was experiencing one continuous pleasurable climax after another.

The eels in my ass and cunt were moving in unison — my clit was being massaged as it had never been before. No three men had ever filled me or given me such pleasure.

By now her lungs had to burning. Each time she moaned torrents of air shot from her mouth.

What shocked me was that W did not seem to care — the pleasure the eels were giving her made her forget the danger and risks she was taking.

Just then another impossibly strong climax must have ripped through her body. As she arched backward she was touching the bottom of the deep aquarium.

The eel in her mouth was deeper than ever.

Those in her ass and cunt kept twisting and thrusting.

W’s large nipples were completely encased in the mouths of the two eels wrapped around her breasts.

What had to be the last of the beautiful woman’s air bubbled out from around the eel lodged firmly in her mouth and throat.

W started choking and gagging.

It was like the beautiful lab technician had become unconscious from so many orgasms.

And now she was drowning.

Stewart — her boss — stopped giving out teaspoons of the eel secretions and motioned towards the platform on top of the aquarium.

Standing there was another stunning red-haired and naked woman as beautiful as W.

I thought they must be twins.

“Jessica help W,” commanded Stewart.

Jessica instantly dove into the water. She held a scuba regulator in her hand and was not using it.

This saving angel reached W in a moment and started to try and remove the eel lodged in W’s throat.

Now the slippery white substance caused a problem.

Jessica’s hands kept sliding down the eel’s body. She was unable to get a firm grip on the creature’s body.

W’s body was undergoing a series of spasms. Her diaphragm kept thrusting in and up as if trying to gulp a breath of air.

Seconds ticked by — Jessica redoubled her efforts.

W’s body was jerking back and forth, but none of the five eels had left her body.

As this was happening I heard several really loud grunts coming from men in the audience.

They had been watching W starting to drown and were themselves climaxing in their eager partner’s mouths.

“Jesus,” screamed a man standing to my left.

I glanced over and saw him jetting an enormous amount of his cum across the face of his kneeling wife. She looked like a porn star in ecstasy as he drenched her face.

Another man standing behind me was yelling “take it, take it” as he jetted his cum into the open mouths of two kneeling women — one obviously not his wife.

The whole fucking audience was caught up in a sort of sexy orgy with the wives leading the way.

I turned back to the drowning W.

With a huge effort Jessica managed to yank the eel from W’s mouth. Jessica shoved a free flowing regulator into her open mouth.

It looked to me like W had drowned.

The four eels pulled out from W’s body and swam off to a corner of the aquarium — as if waiting.

After more long moments W opened her eyes. She started breathing from the regulator.

All this time Jessica had been holding her breath — easily more than two minutes.

W took a huge breath, removed the regulator and pulled Jessica into a deep soul kiss.

They continued kissing as they exchanged the air into each other’s bodies.

The two naked women started tongue-kissing while they continued sharing one breath of air.

The eroticism — intention or accident — I did not know, but it was spectacular to watch.

During all of this the slimy, white coating from the eels had covered not just W, but also Jessica’s body.

It must have been having a sexual, arousing effect on the second woman.

Those still watching in the audience could see the change in Jessica’s eyes.

She was suddenly experiencing pleasure — there was no doubt now – the eel secretions were causing Jessica to desire sex with the eels.

The eel that had penetrated W’s mouth swam toward Jessica.

It sensuously wrapped around her throat.

Did Jessica try to resist?

Hell no.

She took another deep breath from the scuba regulator and handed it to W.

Then Jessica titled her head back, opened her mouth as if inviting the eel to enter.

It did so in a flash.

I watched W take a deep breath, toss away the regulator and swallow the back side of the eel that was already deep into Jessica’s throat.

This creature eagerly moved backwards entering W’s open mouth.

The two women were deep throating the same creature.

The two women were caressing each other’s breasts.

One large eel glided toward W and wiggled its body between her open legs and into her slimy, white-coated cunt.

Jessica floated just far enough apart so the second large eel did the same to her — wiggling and inserting itself first a couple of inches and then several more deep into her eager cunt.

While this was going Stewart had resumed his handing out sample tastes of the eels’ secretions.

Women who had already tasted it were lining up for seconds.

Was I participating in the sex orgy by the invited guests?

Fuck yes.

Two wives — with the obvious approval of their watching husbands — started kissing me and fumbling with my pants zipper.

I had my first taste of the eel secretions on their lips. It had a marvelous taste.

It was amazing to discover the eel secretions had an effect on men.

Both women took turns deep throating me.

I heard a watery scream from the two women in the aquarium.

Both Jessica and W were climaxing in a body-twisting, face grimacing, out-of-this world underwater, breath-hold orgasm.

Seeing that did it for me.

I sprayed a bucket of cum across the face of the two wives — women I had never met.

It was fucking fantastic.

When my eyes opened I saw Jessica helping the exhausted W out of the aquarium.

The eels were gone.

I helped the two women up. They did not look embarrassed by their behavior.

They looked like they wanted to continue.

I was still rock hard.

Stewart saw me and grinned.

There was money to be made from these creatures and their special secretions.

(written by Krogen)

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Pooja’s accidental hanging 4.6 (20)

Posted on July 12, 2019 by riwa

Pooja looked at the machine carefully. Then she caressed the dangling purple rope. It gave her a shiver.

“How does it work again?”

“I activate the controls. The noose is lowered; the noose lifts up.”

“Why not build a gallows?”

“I have very limited space here in my studio. In some of my pictures I do not wish for a structure such as a gallows to frame my subject. I prefer them to be lifted up into the air long enough to take the photo I desire without the wooden structure as a backdrop.”

“But isn’t that dangerous?”

“It is if the model is dropped suddenly, tightening the noose around her neck. A slow lift allows some extra moments before discomfort truly sets in.”

“I see.”

She caressed the noose again. She’d seen a few hangings in the town square. At the time she’d thought the first one so barbaric as to execute someone in such a manner. But she’d continually gone back to watch each new hanging.

She was curious what the condemned felt during their last moments. What fears did they experience? What went through their minds at the moment of hanging? She’d become more and more obsessed with such thoughts.

She’d sought out the photographer upon learning he had a noose in his studio. Curiosity and her obsession with those poor victims had brought her here. Now the images of the hanged returned in a rush.

“May I?” she asked. The photographer nodded as he prepared his camera.

With a trembling hand Pooja carefully looped the noose around her neck. It gave her an erotic tremor something fierce. The photographer smiled as he snapped off a few pictures.

Was this what those victims had experienced: fear mixed with a strange sexual thrill? What had they thought with the noose around their necks, moments before their hanging? Perhaps she could learn more.

“Could you tighten the noose?” she asked the photographer with a smile. “Only a little, mind you.”

He nodded as he activated the remote. The rope was pulled upward, removing the slack. He stopped right before it tightened around her throat.

She shivered as she reached up and touched the coil around her neck. He snapped a couple more photos. These looked even better… as though she was contemplating her own suicide by touching the rope.

“Perhaps you can tighten it further? I mean… I wish to experience…” She wasn’t certain just how to phrase it.

He carefully tweaked the controls on the remote. It pulled her upright, almost taking her up off her feet. He quickly lowered it until she was flat on her feet with just a little tension in the rope.

Pooja felt an incredible jolt when the noose had tightened, nearly making her airborne. Then he’d lessened the tension. That strange sexual arousal had diminished a little once her neck felt better. Now she was confused the way her body had responded.

He took more pictures. She wasn’t sure how to pose properly. She asked how she was doing, but he kept on snapping photos.

She’d researched some hangings and had seen pictures of people forced to stand on their toes. Could she try that as well? How would it make the noose feel around her throat?

“A little higher?” she asked. “Just a little.”

“If you insist.”

“Is it all right? The pictures… are they turning out?”

“I think some of them are all right.”

“How do I… how do I pose?”

“Just act natural.”

He tweaked the remote again. The rope pulled upward a little. Pooja gasped as she found herself shuffling around on her toes.

He snapped several pictures as she reached up for the coil. She became aware of the camera and tried to lower her arms. But it was more difficult than she’d imagined. Was this what those poor people had experienced upon being lifted upward, a sense of horror at the strain around their necks?

The photographer used the remote to lower her upon seeing her discomfort. She stood uncertainly. That strange sexual arousal had returned in a rush, only to diminish once she was flat on her feet again.

“The pictures? How… how did they turn out?”

“Some turned out rather well.”

“But I… I was reaching upward.”

“Do not worry. Some of those are quite beautiful, seeing the expression on your face as you reached upward.”

“Did I… did I look afraid?”

“Very much so. We can stop if you wish.”

He took the remote to lower the noose so she could remove it. “Wait!” she blurted out. “Not yet!”

“Are you sure?” But her mind was back on those victims again: the fear… the expression on their faces. She now believed she had experienced some of that fear.

But they had been bound, their arms tied behind their backs. Was that a necessary component to the experience? Had that added to the terror of the moment?

“My hands,” she told him, holding them out to him. “Shouldn’t they… shouldn’t they be secured… tightened behind my back?”

“It’s not essential to the photo shoot. But it would lend an element of realism to the pictures if you wish it.”

“I wish it,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Very well. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable.”

She nodded, appreciative of his concern. But she couldn’t help herself. The opportunity was now before her to experience what those poor victims had experienced at the moment of their deaths.

He took some rope and pulled her arms behind her back. He tied her wrists together. But they felt somewhat loose. Surely this was not the way those people in the square had been secured, right?

“That’s not very tight,” she observed quietly.

“I do not wish to alarm you.”

“Would the pictures not turn out better if I am properly secured?”

“I suppose I can make them tighter. But you seem…”

“…a little frightened? Yes, I suppose I am. But isn’t that good for your photos?”

“It would be, yes.”

“Then secure me properly. I wish my photos to portray a true hanging experience.”

He paused for a moment. “As you wish.” Then he went back to securing her wrists.

He roughly jerked on them as he tightened the bindings. She let out a frightened squawk. “Too much?” She closed her eyes and shook her head… “No; I am ok.”

Now there was a definite element of fear. She was in the studio, her wrists secured behind her back and a noose around her neck. But there was fear nonetheless… fear and a strange arousal much stronger than before.

The photographer went back to snapping off pictures, taking them from several angles. She panted quietly, almost alarmed over how wet she had become down below. She hoped it wouldn’t show through her skirt.

A part of her wanted to be set free. But there was a surge of incredible excitement that forced her to remain silent. Surely this was what those people had experienced before they’d been hanged to death, right?

“Very good,” he told her. “Your pictures are turning out very well. I think someone with your beauty and poise will go far. Now I will release you.“

“Wait!” she panted heavily, unable to comprehend why she wanted to take this farther. “Shouldn’t I stand… on my toes?”

“You have been so patient with me. I do not wish to alarm you further.”

“For my pictures? Would it not be good… for my pictures?”

“They are turning out well thus far. I see no need… unless you desire…”

“More tension,” she panted. “Could I experience more tension… on the rope?”

He looked at her carefully. Then he smiled and nodded. He activated the remote once more.

She let out a gasp as she was lifted up onto her toes. Her eyes flew open at the increased strain around her throat. It took everything she had not to demand to be let down.

He snapped off several more photos as she shuffled around. She had no idea how to pose in this manner. Everything screamed for her to ask to be lowered back down. And yet…

He took his last picture. Then he lowered her. The tension eased around her throat.

She panted heavily for breath. “Incredible!” she murmured.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing. I was just…”

“You have been most kind, a joy to work with. I thank you so much. These pictures will turn out well. Now I will release you.”

“Wait!”

“Excuse me?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Something inside was screaming for the session to conclude. And yet a part of her wanted to know what it felt like to be dangling in mid-air… had to know!

What had it felt like? What had gone through their minds during those last few moments they were airborne? She’d come this far to the point where she just had to know.

“Can I experience… just for a moment…?”

“Experience what?”

“What it’s like to hang? Only for a moment?”

“There’s really no need.”

“But the pictures. They will turn out well, yes?”

“Yes, photographing you in mid-air would show you in a, well… a more realistic stage of hanging.”

“Then I am willing.”

“Are you sure?”

“No… I mean yes! I mean… please. You can take the pictures quickly, can you not?”

“Yes I can.”

“Can you like… sentence me before my hanging? Declare what I am guilty of?” Perhaps that would ultimately give her the experience of knowing what those people had ultimately gone through, condemned and then executed out in public like that.”

“For crimes against the state, I find you guilty and condemn you to death by hanging. I will now proceed with the execution.” Then he operated the remote again.

Pooja felt an incredible surge of fear and arousal flood over her very being. She was about to cry out she’d changed her mind. Then the noose pulled her up off her feet.

Her eyes flew open in horror as he snapped picture after picture. Her bare feet fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Her hands jerked behind her back as though desperate to shed the ties that bound her. Then her legs began to kick.

He circled around her dangling form, trying to catch her from several different angles. Then he noticed her face was darkening. It was time to let her down.

As he reached for the remote the lights flickered in his studio. But instead of lowering her, the noose took her higher. He frantically punched a couple of buttons, but it only took her up until her feet were almost level with his face.

Pooja kicked and struggled, her face turning red as she struggled to breathe. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together. A moment later she was experiencing an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It totally soaked her undergarment.

The photographer stared up at her in shock, an erection forming in his trousers. Then he frantically began snapping off more photos. He couldn’t get her down, so why not take what he could before the system returned to normal.

Pooja fought and kicked for life. Then her thighs instinctively rubbed together again. Her chest heaved in agony as her body jerked and twisted until she was cumming again. This time fluids began dripping out from underneath her skirt.

The photographer no longer concerned himself with taking her down. Even though she was clearly fighting, he decided it was too late. So he continued taking shot after shot, his cock growing inside his pants until it finally went off.

Pooja jerked in the noose, kicking with her legs until the rope totally closed off her airway. Her feet went every which way as her arms frantically jerked behind her back. Her tongue protruded until with one hard jerk she went limp, gently swaying back and forth. A dribble on the floor indicated her bladder had given way.

The photographer continued taking pictures until she hung lifeless. Then he stepped forward. He kissed and sucked on her toes, unable to believe his good fortune at the malfunction in his equipment that had accomplished what he had been too cowardly to contemplate on his own.

2018 (written Dec 13 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the Ramharraja2001 manips)

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