Stealth jerk (male themes) 4.5 (14)

Posted on July 6, 2019 by riwa

Note: a bonus story for the guys. I hope you had a good 4th of July.

I slip unnoticed into the water in my oval dive mask, white Speedos and yellow bottle of spare air. My buddy Alex also wears a mask. But his red, mesh thong doesn’t really hide anything.

My white Speedo won’t hide anything either once it gets wet. But I’m not thinking about that now. I’m thinking about sneaking up on him.

I easily slip under the surface from the weight belt around my waist. I leave the pony bottle hanging from the belt. I don’t want the sound of my exhalations giving my presence away. Besides, it will allow me to stay on the bottom for an extra couple of minutes.

Alex takes a deep breath and slips back under. His back is too me. I find myself hoping he’s masturbating and that he’s too distracted to notice my approach.

I’m constantly on alert. It’s possible he’s waiting for me, hoping to use my underwater fetish against me. It wouldn’t be the first time.

I quickly move closer, knowing I have to strike quickly. In a flash I get him in a headlock. The weight belt pulls us both to the pool floor 12 feet down.

He grunts and bubbles as he struggles against me, indicating I’ve been successful. I reach for the spare air and place the mouthpiece between my lips. Then I grin triumphantly as I refill my lungs.

He reaches behind but he can’t dislodge me. My cock is hard in my Speedos. I quickly pull them down my legs, freeing my erection. As I press it into his backside I pull down his mesh Speedos and grab onto his hard member, wanking him excitedly.

He grunts in alarm as I’ve caught him in a compromising position. I’m breathing freely from the bottle as he struggles to hold his breath. He tries to squirm free but I maintain my grasp on him.

He tries to brush my hand away. But I continue stroking him. In seconds he starts to shoot his load into the water. I pump the cum out of his cock as mine throbs incessantly, demanding a release as well.

I can’t stand it anymore. I ease my grasp on him long enough to grab my own cock and jerk it vigorously. As he struggles in my grasp – almost out of breath – I explode into the water, spurting my load.

I remove the bottle from my mouth and jam it into his. I listen to him gasp madly for breath as we stand on the pool floor. He moans, exhaling heavily from the bottle.

I finish pumping my cock, jerking every last drop out of it. My headlock becomes more of a hug as I watch him fill his tortured lungs with air. It’s strangely erotic watching him catch his breath.

My cheeks puff as I realize I need what he’s receiving. I jerk out the last ribbons of my cum before making a grab for the bottle. He instinctively fills his lungs before I can rip it out of his mouth and cram it into my own.

I hang onto Alex as I inhale deeply. Almost immediately I discover there’s virtually nothing left, certainly not another decent breath to sustain me. My eyes fly open in alarm.

My next attempt to inhale proves fruitless. I allow the bottle to fall from my lips. Instinctively I push against him, trying to force myself up toward the surface.

I fail to consider the belt around my waist. And I can’t kick very well because my Speedos are halfway down my legs. I grunt in alarm as I futilely try to kick myself back to the surface.

Alex grabs my ankle and easily pulls me right back down. My cock is instantly hard again as I realize the trouble I’m in. He can tell by my expression that I’m out of breath.

This time he’s the one who twists me around, wrapping an arm around my chest. Bubbles spurt from my lips. Doesn’t he know I’m out of air??

I grunt and struggle, desperately trying to get away. He presses into my backside the way I did his. I feel his exposed cock has hardened again.

It’s incredibly erotic. But my lungs are straining in my chest. I try to break away, but he holds on tighter as the weight belt keeps us both down.

He suddenly wraps his legs around me and we both nearly go over backward. Then his hand comes around and finds my cock. As he starts jerking it I struggle in a vain attempt to pry his hand off my member.

He starts to hump me with his cock until I grunt and bubble like crazy. He’s pulling the same stunt on me that I pulled on him. Then his other hand comes around to cup my balls.

I moan and bubble as my lungs scream at me. Alex’s hand-job is incredible. But I need to get to the surface. My cock throbs in his hand, and I feel like I might cum again.

As he continues stroking my cock my hand instinctively comes up and covers my mouth. Alex cruelly pulls it away, an action that sends a horrific jolt of arousal flooding through me. Then he covers my mouth with his own hand. My bubbles seep through his fingers as my lungs heave.

I reach between us for his cock but can’t grasp it. I try to pull his hand off my mouth, anything that will give me the distraction I need to get away. My lungs are on fire; I’m going to inhale any moment now.

My back arches as my cock swells, his hard dick humping my backside. All of the sudden he removes his hand from my mouth. With one swift yank he pulls my dive mask off my face.

Instantly my cock explodes in his hand as he jerks me hard. I grunt and bubble from an incredible release. He milks me a few seconds more until I’m sure I’m going to drown.

He suddenly frees the weight belt from around my waist. Then he gives a mighty shove. I’m on my way to the surface, even though my Speedos are still down around my knees

I pop up gasping madly for breath. He surfaces next to me, a big, stupid grin on his face. “That’ll teach you!” he chuckles. But I know it won’t because I’m already thinking how to get back at him at the bottom of the pool.

2011 (written for a friend Jan 14 ’11; ed. Nov 29 ‘18 by riwa)

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Melissa – his bubbly little snuff-puppet 3.8 (12)

Posted on July 6, 2019 by riwa

I’m so horny I can’t fucking stand it. I want Master to snuff me and I want him to snuff me now. It’s crazy I know, but I can’t help myself.

Trembling with anticipation I disrobe and put on my sluttiest attire: black lacy lingerie that not quite covers my quivering tits. A hole grants easy access to my dripping, throbbing cunt through my black fishnet stockings. A black garter belt with straps holds them up.

Black “fuck-me” stilettos and a black slave collar complete the ensemble. Then I head out the door of my room. It gives me a shiver at the thought that in a few more minutes I might actually be dead. Why does that arouse me so?

I shakily walk through the mansion, trying to maintain my balance in these damned heels. I find Master reclining in the den in his night robe, his eyes focused on a novel. A drink sits on the nearby end table.

Nervous as hell I clear my throat and get his attention. Master puts his book down and looks at me curiously. A lustful smile appears on his face.

“Can I help you, Melissa?”

I can barely breathe. I’m so fucking excited that my cunt is dripping my arousal down my legs. “Snuff me, Master,” I request in a trembling voice that’s barely above a whisper.

His eyes light up and my breath catches in my throat. He looks interested. “How shall I snuff you tonight?” he asks with amusement.

“Your choice, Master,” I gasp excitedly. Gawd; I’m trembling like a leaf.

“Go and prepare yourself a nice bath,” he says with a wicked smile. “However you may dispense with the bath oils. Come and get me when it’s ready.” Then he’s back to his book as though he was never interrupted in the first place.

Does he want to drown me? Damn! That’s my favorite!

I’m trembling so bad I can hardly stand it as I turn and carefully make my way back to the Master bathroom. When I arrive I start filling the tub, testing the water so it’s the right temperature to receive me. My heart pounds in my chest until I have trouble breathing because I’m so fucking excited.

My life is measured in the minutes it takes to fill the tub. It’s incredibly exhilarating. When it’s finished I test the water one more time, deciding it’s close enough for Master’s purposes.

I slowly walk back to the den. My heart’s up in my throat, my legs so rubbery I’m afraid I might topple over in these damned heels. He doesn’t even look up when I make my entrance.

“It’s ready, Master.” I wonder if he can hear the excitement in my voice. Then I wait patiently.

“Very well,” he says disinterestedly. “I want you to go back to the bathroom and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I want you to kneel over the edge of the tub. Place your head into the water and wait for my arrival. Any deviation from these instructions will be met with severe discipline.” He says it so casually… as though he’s ordering breakfast and not actually preparing to snuff me.

I feel an erotic jolt at his words. What if I drown before he gets there?? Ohmygawd; I’m about to become his bubbly little snuff-puppet! I’m excited as hell!

“Yes, Master,” I say quietly, my head lowered. Trembling, I turn and head back toward the bathroom. This time I wonder if I’ll be walking out of that part of the house under my own power.

My cunt is throbbing, my arousal slithering down my netted legs in streamers. I pick up the cuffs from my room and head for the bathroom for what could be the very last time. My hands are shaking.

I enter the bathroom, what could be the room of my impending demise. My breath catches in my throat as I look down into the water. Will this be the night he snuffs me for real?

Trembling like a leaf I slowly lower myself onto my knees in front of the tub. I’m grateful I won’t have to walk on these damned heels anymore. Then I clatch a cuff around one hand.

I bring both arms behind my back before cuffing them together. Gasping excitedly I take what might well be my very last breath. Then I bend over the tub and submerge my head.

Is he going to let me drown myself? Is he going to come in and watch? Gawd, this is so fucking exciting!

I kneel there for the longest time with a terrible excitement, wondering if I’m going to end up sucking water into my lungs. It’s one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, one that Master knows all too well. It makes me wet every time he threatens to drown my ass, even as a joke. Damn; I’m so fucking horny!

I’m there for what feels like the longest time, although I doubt it’s much more than a minute or so. Then I feel my lungs begin to burn. My chest starts to heave gently until I find myself wondering how soon it will be until Master shows up.

Does he expect me to drown myself? The suspense is fucking intense. I don’t know whether to stay down or pop up for a quick breath once my lungs start screaming at me.

Bubbles start to dribble out of my nose. I strain with all my might to hold it for as long as I can. But it isn’t long until my lungs heave in protest.

I realize I’m about to reach the end of my rope. But that triggers another erotic thought: hanging from a noose for Master. For now I’m just his bubbly little snuff-puppet who’s losing her breath as it bubbles out of my mouth.

Gawd; it’s getting so fucking hard to hold it. My lungs are on fire. Surely he doesn’t expect me to stay here like this, does he? If I don’t come up for air I’m going to drown any second now.

Air spews out of my mouth in erotic bursts of bubbles until I decide I can’t hold my breath any longer. That’s when I start to lift my head up, only to be stopped abruptly by Master’s hand on the back of my head. It instantly triggers an involuntary surge of pure panic within me.

I start thrashing my head about, desperate for air. I hear a sadistic laugh as I scream a froth of bubbles, no longer doing this voluntarily. Then my head is pulled out of the water.

I gasp madly for breath as water cascades down over my face. “Oh, no you don’t,” he breathes wickedly into my ear. “You didn’t think you were going to get off that easily, did you?”

He sadistically pushes my head back down into the water until I burble anxiously. A moment later I feel his hard cock push against my wet opening. I nearly suck water into my lungs when he thrusts hard into my aching cunt.

I can’t help screaming my breath away as he ruthlessly pounds me. I hear his excitement… “Baby, you are so fucking wet! Now you’re going to drown!”

Oh fuck – fuck – FUCK!

He brutally fucks me, his hard cock filling me. I squirm and shudder like mad as air bursts out of my mouth. It feels so fucking good that I can hardly stand it.

I fight like hell to hold what little breath I have left in my lungs. But it’s just no use. I lose it in a long burst of bubbles as my orgasm erupts inside me.

A moment later I feel the hot seed of Master as it fills my pussy. I shudder with intense pleasure as my body goes from one orgasm to the next. Then I’m totally drained, my lungs screaming at me until I abruptly pass out, all caught up in a sea of never-ending pleasure…

–

I awaken naked in my bed, blindfolded with the sensation of someone climbing in with me. I instantly become aware I can’t move my arms and legs. Apparently I’ve been secured spread-eagled to the damned thing.

I feel someone enter my dripping cunt with his hot rod once again. I’m pretty sure it’s Master. I cry out in pleasure, only to be stopped in mid-gasp as his hand lashes out and wraps around my neck.

He begins to squeeze until once again I can’t breathe as he ruthlessly fucks me while our bodies bounce rhythmically in bed. Being fucked and breathless is such an incredible rush. I feel it swell within me until it crashes over me.

I shudder like mad as my back tries to arch under his weight. I can’t help rasping his name in ecstasy. He just keeps fucking and choking me until I pass out into glorious oblivion…

–

I barely remember awakening a few hours later to find that Master has crawled into bed with me where he has me in his arms. I’m no longer spread-eagled. But my body feels deliciously relaxed. It isn’t long until I curl up in his arms and nod back off, a happily fucked woman.

2008; 2018 (written Sep 25 ’08; ed. Jul 27 ‘18 by riwa)

(Picture added for illustration purposes only.)

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Spitted girlfriends 4.5 (62)

Posted on June 30, 2019 by riwa

Christy and Rachel had been friends ever since grade school. By the time they reached high school they were both sexually active. The gender of the partner made no difference to them.

When they graduated from high school they both enrolled in City University. They didn’t really want a secondary education. They just wanted to go there because they’d heard the students were all so sexually promiscuous.

They weren’t seeking knowledge on how to have a career, not unless it had to do with furthering their slut training. College life was nothing but an orgy. Getting a degree – any degree at all – was merely a side benefit.

It didn’t take long before the two girls were the hit of the Phi Omicron Ro Nu fraternity. They didn’t care whether or not they became members of the sorority on campus. If the guys were willing to fuck despite them not being sorority bitches then that was all right with them. And if they got to lick a little pussy on the side, so much the better.

Christy and Rachel lived for the next orgasm. A day didn’t go by without them seeking some sort of pleasure. Many predicted they wouldn’t live very long. At the rate they were going they were liable to burn themselves out before they reached 30.

It wasn’t long before the two girlfriends came to the same conclusion. They were eating each other out late one night when Christy brought up how their lifestyle was going to kill them one day, perhaps as a result of a heart attack. Rachel figured it would be a great way to go, dying in the midst of one of the greatest orgasms of her life.

After settling down to catch their breath, Christy asked her friend how she’d like to go out. “With a cock up my cunt or ass,” Rachel declared. “That way I would die a happy woman. What about you?”

“I’d love to go out with a cock up my ass and your tongue in my twat.”

“I agree. Wouldn’t that be heavenly?” And with that the two sluts sighed before going back to feasting on each other’s dripping cunts, their passions having been aroused all over again.

It wasn’t long before the idea began to take root of how one day they might deliberately get themselves snuffed. Christy kept wondering how she could arrange to go out with a bang. It didn’t occur to her that Rachel was thinking the exact same thing.

One Saturday afternoon they attended a fraternity barbecue. There was lots of sucking and fucking involved. Both sluts were in heaven.

The highlight of the barbecue was when a sorority girl was voluntarily spit-roasted – at least they were told she’d volunteered. Christy and Rachel watched as the woman twisted over an open fire, spitted from ass to mouth with a stabilizer up her cunt. Her arms and legs were secured, and for good measure her tits were skewered.

Later that afternoon the two girlfriends dined on girl-meat, right along with everyone else. But they couldn’t get the image of the roasting woman out of their heads. The girl was still alive for the first few minutes. And it looked like she was wriggling and squirming… cumming up a storm.

When they got back to their room later that evening the two sluts attacked each other with strap-ons. They eventually confessed how hot the whole damned afternoon had been. And watching that sexy bitch cum on the spit had been incredibly erotic.

“What do you think?” Christy asked her girlfriend. “How hot would it be to go out that way?”

“Fucking hot!” Rachel declared. “I can’t imagine anything hotter right now. Did you see how many times she orgasmed on that spit? She came four times that I could count.”

“I counted five,” Christy corrected her. “Fucking hot is right. And the way we all ate her after she was well done? I don’t know about you, but I came the minute I bit into some of her meat.”

“I did too. And did you see the reaction of all the other sluts from the sorority? They acted like it was so fucking hot! And the fraternity boys loved it! I lost count how many times I got fucked kneeling in the grass in sight of that spit.”

“So what do you think?” Christy asked. “Would that be a great way to go out or what?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel mused thoughtfully. “Roasting over an open fire like that?”

“With a huge steel cock fucking you from ass to mouth into oblivion? What’s not to love?”

“I’d love to have your tongue up my twat while the flames are licking my flesh.”

“I’d love that too.” Then at the same time they both blurted out, “I wonder if there’s a way to make that happen?”

They looked at each other in surprise over the way they’d been thinking the same thing. Then Christy grabbed their double-ended toy. “I’m so hot just thinking about it that I need to share a fuck right now!” And with that they went at it, sharing the double-ended dildo until they fucked themselves silly.

—

Two weeks later the fraternity staged another barbecue. Christy and Rachel were the stars on display. They took on all comers, eager to turn the location into a full-fledged orgy.

They fucked as many of the fraternity members as they could take on. Even some of the sorority sisters gave them a good strap-on fucking. Then it was time to prepare the meal.

Christy and Rachel were both tied up. They were spitted in their asses, with stabilizers in their cunts. Both of them orgasmed the moment the spits penetrated their stomachs.

They were both in pain from having their ankles skewered. But they were terribly aroused at the prospect of the roasting to come. Then they were taken and put over the fire.

The fraternity barbecue master had made a special arrangement for the spit at their request. A few special modifications were made. Then the girls were roasted together.

Amazingly they were so close to each other that each one could reach the other’s twat with her mouth and tongue. The two girlfriends went at it, licking and slurping like crazy. They heated up both literally and figuratively… and so did everyone who was watching.

It wasn’t long before several of the guys were getting sucked or were fucking at the arousing spectacle. Some of the sorority sisters were lustily eating each other out. On the spit Christy and Rachel kept licking and slurping until both started having orgasms.

After a while the heat began to take its toll. Rachel was tiring from the heat. But Christy kept licking orgasms out of her.

It finally got to where they couldn’t lick and slurp anymore. Their bodies quivered on their spits. Rachel went first, shuddering quietly in orgasm as she slipped into oblivion. Christy was barely a minute behind her, orgasming her way into the great beyond.

Afterwards they were taken down, gutted and beheaded, and then put back on to finish roasting. There was more sucking and fucking that went on as the smell of barbecue filled the air. Then it was time to serve the girls. It turned out to be one of the best barbecues ever. And their sacrifice inspired several sorority members to volunteer to be future roasters.

2018 (written Dec 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Dolcett drawings used for illustration purposes.)

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Swimcapped 3.5 (6)

Posted on June 30, 2019 by riwa

(a repost of an older story)

Angel’s lungs began to protest. She couldn’t get a breath through the black swim cap that covered her face. The more she tried to inhale the more she squirmed in growing panic.

This was worse than him using that damned translucent yellow swim cap. At least then she could see enough to know when he was coming over to give her a reprieve. The black swim cap meant she couldn’t see a damned thing. There was no way of knowing when he might come over to grant her a few precious breaths of air. Being forced to suffer inside the darkness of the black swim cap only heightened her anxiety as well as her arousal.

As her heart rate increased she began to pant inside the swim cap, becoming ever desperate for just a sliver of something fresh to breathe. It inflated and then deflated against her face, granting her no air whatsoever. She squirmed and struggled, sitting on his weight lifting bench tightly secured to the equipment.

Her hands were in bondage gloves, her arms hanging helplessly from their bindings attached to the upper part of the damned machine. She was propped up and strapped down, her feet trying to kick and wiggle free. Her chest heaved, her lungs clamoring for a fresh breath of air.

She wore a skimpy, black bikini. But she was secured with a little added bondage gear. Dangling chains crisscrossed her body, completing the ensemble for the bastard’s kinky pleasure.

Her lungs screamed for another breath as her chest heaved. Angel’s head thrashed back and forth. The swim cap clung hungrily to her face, erotically suffocating her.

She tried to inhale again, sucking the swim cap tightly to her face. It revealed the grotesquely arousing image of a woman in anguish. Her pussy throbbed with a terrible ache of longing, her lungs straining until it felt like they might explode out of her chest.

She felt two fingers against the side of her face, prying the swim cap loose. A mixture of fresh air swirled into her lungs. Her body shuddered as she gasped for breath, her heart rate slowing back to normal.

There was a light smack against the side of her face. The swim cap clung tightly over her mouth and nose again, abruptly cutting off the stream of fresh air her lungs so desperately craved. She felt an incredible urge to panic.

She told herself to remain calm. This was totally expected. That didn’t make it any less agonizing or arousing.

She stayed calm for a good 20 or 30 seconds. Then her lungs began to protest again. She tried to inhale, only succeeding in sucking the swim cap even tighter to her face.

She began to squirm once more, her head twisting from side to side. Her lungs cried out from being deprived of air so cruelly. Her feet twisted in their bindings as her legs tried to kick in helpless agony.

Her lungs were on fire as her pussy screamed for a release. If the bastard wasn’t careful she was going to leave a sticky mess on the seat of his nice, clean exercise equipment. That would serve him right, the damned pervert!

Her lungs heaved again, her mind screaming for her next breath. Her ears strained to hear any kind of movement that might indicate he was coming to grant her another reprieve. But she heard nothing, and she blamed it on the carpeting.

She tried to inhale again, only to feel the swim cap cling hungrily to her face. It refused to allow even a sliver of air into her tortured lungs. Her face twisted into a grimace as her head thrashed back and forth.

For a moment she felt dizzy as hell. She was sure she was going to cum at any moment. Then the fingers returned, lifting the swim cap away from the side of her face. It was enough to allow her to gasp madly for breath, helping to refill her tortured lungs.

Angel greedily gulped air into her quivering body, momentarily subduing her advancing orgasm. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold it back at this rate. Her damned husband was teasing her… tormenting her.

“Here’s the payoff, baby,” she heard him breath into her ear. “Enjoy the ride.” And with that the swim cap smacked tightly against her face, sealing in her breath.

Oh, FUCK!

Her heart rate sky-rocketed as she felt an erotic jolt in her crotch. Angel fought like hell to hold back her growing anxiety, even as her excitement began to swell within her. Once again she cursed herself for enjoying it so much.

She struggled to remain calm, knowing it was a losing battle. But it wasn’t long before her body began to cry out for fresh air. There wasn’t much she could do other than squirm and struggle in her bindings, hoping like hell he would give her another reprieve by loosening the swim cap enough for another breath.

He was always careful with her. But each time she reached a certain point where she couldn’t help wondering if this time would be different. What if he didn’t loosen the cap to grant her another breath? What if he was arranging a tragic little accident??

Once more her mind played its usual tricks. What if this was the one time he slipped up? He never did, of course. But there was always that one idle thought in the back of her mind making her wonder if he might take her too far.

Once more she had her doubts. Was that why she enjoyed it so much? Was it the doubts that went along with her inability to breathe?

The swim cap puffed and deflated with each breath. Angel felt the anxiety rise within her yet again. Her mind began screaming for him to get his ass over there and let her breathe before she passed out.

There was no sound other than her squirming around. She didn’t know if he was watching or had left to fix himself a drink, leaving her to suffer in silence. She heard no movement of any kind, and the blackness of the swim cap made it impossible to see a thing.

She twisted her head, trying to look all around. Where the hell was he?? She was on the verge of cumming, but she was getting dizzy as hell.

Angel thrashed about, the swim cap clinging greedily to her face as though taunting her, telling her she would never breathe again. She exhaled, only to frantically suck that same breath back into her lungs. The cap clung tightly to her face yet again.

Her feet kicked wildly as her head thrashed about. Once more that little voice in the back of her mind told her he was taking her all the way. She tried to cry out, causing the bag to inflate, only to deflate tightly against her lips as she tried to inhale again.

A moment later it went off inside her with a massive eruption…

Angel’s back arched, her hips bucking as her body shuddered from a devastating orgasm. She tried to suck air into her screaming lungs. But the cap was firmly attached to her face. Then her eyes rolled as she went into little spasms, her consciousness fading as her head lolled off to one side.

The cap was pulled off her face, but she remained momentarily unconscious. Her eyes were partly open, a dazed, drugged look in her expression.

Angel’s body hitched as her head jerked drunkenly. Her chest rose and fell as her lungs pulled huge breaths into her body. Her eyelashes fluttered as life returned to her glazed pupils.

She gulped another huge lungful of air into her quivering body. She gasped and moaned, shaking her head in an effort to clear the cobwebs. Then her vision returned.

She saw him standing there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Did I…?” she started to ask. He just barred his teeth in a wicked grin.

“Damn you,” she gasped, shaking her head. “You are one sick puppy; you know that?” But the orgasm had been wonderful. She couldn’t keep her love for him out of her eyes.

“Got something else for you to try,” he said with a grin. Then she saw him pick up a clear plastic bag that lay nearby. Angel shuddered as that familiar tingle returned to her loins.

2008; 2018 (written Jun 21 ’08; ed. Nov 30 ’18 by riwa)

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Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 0 (0)

Posted on June 27, 2019 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming July rewards
More of the Jaime Club saga.
More of the Island of death row inmates.
Jamila says she’s willing to go all the way.
Juney and Kimona visit Santamos Island for their own consensual situations.
Dorothy and her sister come over for a house warming party and get more than they bargained for.
Karma wants to be famous at the end with an underwater stunt.
Dolcetta has a special “fish” for her friend’s birthday.
Her father lets her terminate one of their girls living arrangements.
A drowning story is inspired by vidcaps.

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

I have been making some adjustments to my new location. Mom is happy I’m so close now. On the bright side I’m not eating as much fast food as I did back in Idaho. Some expenses have gone down while others have gone up. So I hope to catch up on some debts while I can.

So thank you so very much for being my patrons. I really appreciate it.

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Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge (plus bonus) (6-3-19)

10830 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of new stories illustrated by JustPaul.

Lydia at the Mermaid Lounge – This story picks up right after certain events in the story Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway. Lydia has brought her shy friend Ava to the Mermaid Lounge for some fun. Can she get her into the lap dance tank, especially after watching another couple go in for a sexy little breath-holding romp? What will Ava think when she gets to watch another performance in the Deep Solo tank? (31 pages; 27 renders)

Incident at Cock Rock – Tamara has heard about the legend of Cock Rock. It’s supposed to have an effect on female freedivers. But some females have never made it back out of the chamber. Is the legend true? Will she risk a swim on one breath of pure oxygen just to extend her down-time long enough to learn more about the legend? (15 pages; 24 renders)

Shelly 21 (6-3-19)

10898 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to the first Shelly series I did. I’m also including the connecting story I re-edited with Shelly in California.

Shelly 21 – Shelly gets one last special “arrangement” at the bottom of the pool to remember me by. (15 pages)

California Dreamin’ – Shelly can’t get him out of her mind. So she decides to re-enact one of their erotic sessions in the backyard pool belonging to her friends Andria and Stephanie. But what will happen when she forgets the key to her cuffs. Will fantasy become reality? (9 pages)

Island 15-16 (6-3-19)

15417 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a pair of long, older series recently edited, the Island of condemned Inmates and Jaime visiting the Club.

Island 15-16 – Karla and Eva want to take it out on Helen before they can even get to the dolphin tank for the next contest. Will she survive the “breath-holding lesson” they give her. If so, will she have the strength to swim the tunnels for the next elimination contest? (14 pages)

Jaime 19-20 – John and Jaime watch a commercial for the Club. That’s when they begin to discuss among themselves the possibility of going. Her sister sends her an anniversary gift box for their visit to the Club. But will they get too carried away before they can even make it there on their anniversary night? (16 pages)

Awkward trios 3 (6-18-19)

11457 words – $6.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion of a story about an awkward trio, an underwater triangle that manifested in a rather unusual way. The second story is not finished, so I thought I would post this one and include a new trio story illustrated by JustPaul renders.

The good girl and the bitch 3 – Karen comes back down. Fran chooses to use toys on her while Steven watches because she asked him to stick around. Then Fran demands he take part in the erotic festivities. (12 pages)

Becoming a threesome – After a day of scuba instruction Vanessa uses the little indoor pool to relax. The last dive was rather unusual and she wants to get off before going home. But another female dive instructor comes in and catches her in the act. Will Vanessa allow Caroline to help get her off? What will she do when her boyfriend Paul shows up and catches her with another female? (20 pages; 19 vidcaps)

Bonus: Included is the video that inspired the threesome story, courtesy of JustPaul.

Scuba Combo II (reactivated 6-18-19)

12254 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes two older scuba stories.

A distracted, entangled diver – Emma is carefully mapping the bottom of the river for the marina she works for. But she thinks someone might be in the water with her. Then she encounters a bed of seaweed and allows herself to become distracted with a little erotic play, only to become dangerously entangled. (9 pages)

Scuba lusts – She meets him at a dive shop, needing a refresher course before meeting up with some friends for a dive trip the next day. He invites her to a pool for some private time, and since she is attracted to him she accepts. But the evening takes a turn she never expected. (11 pages)

Emma in Trouble bundle 2 (reactivated 6-18-19)

23342 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of older Emma stories.

Dock girl in danger – Emma is working at the marina in her wetsuit and twin scuba tanks when her ill-advised naughtiness of the previous evening comes back to bite her. She learns that scuba tanks eventually run dry, leading to some serious repercussions, especially if you’ve angered the wrong individual. Originally uploaded under a different name. (16 pages)

Hide and Seek – Emma works for a temp agency when she is sent over to partake in a special assignment to the Country Club Estates and one Miss Violet Breathlace. The game is simple, and I’ll use Miss Breathlace’s words… “You try to hide and I’ll try to find you… every time you lose I get to take your breath away along with an article of clothing… sound like fun?” (29 pages)

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Gianna’s Initiation 4.5 (6)

Posted on June 24, 2019 by riwa

When Gianna went to college, the first thing she wanted to do was become a Pi Omicron Rho Nu sorority member. But she had just one little problem. Technically she was still a virgin.

She’d sucked a few cocks in her day. But she was saving penetration for marriage. Unfortunately that stopped her dead in her tracks from becoming a sorority member.

As the weeks went by she was ridiculed for not getting fucked. Giving blowjobs or masturbating with a toy was not considered enough of a qualification. And she really wanted to become a member.

So what was more important to her? Getting ridiculed all through her college years, and never becoming a member of the most prestigious sorority in history? Or giving up her virginity?

It didn’t seem to be that big a deal with the other girls. Nor did it seem to be a big deal with any of the guys she talked to. Besides, she was using a long, thick toy to achieve the orgasms she often craved anyway. So having regular sex would probably mean a lot more orgasms and a whole lot more respect.

Gianna finally made her decision. It was more important to be a sorority sister than to deal with three or four more years of verbal abuse. At this point she was willing to do whatever it took.

With that decision out of the way, her two biggest remaining obstacles were Maryanne and Trudy. They were the two stuck-up seniors in charge of virtually everything that went on in the sorority. Nothing happened without their consent. What’s more, they were the ones who had heaped the greatest verbal abuse upon her, laughing at her standards.

She went up to them after class and told them she wanted to become a member of Pi Omicron Rho Nu. Their immediate response was to laugh in her face. She took their abuse as she stood there resolute.

“I’m serious. I’ll do anything. In fact, I’m fully prepared to give up my virginity the night of my initiation.”

They both looked at each other, their eyes flashing with menace. She wasn’t sure she liked what was going through their immature little brains. But this meant a lot to her.

“You’ll do anything?” Maryanne snorted skeptically.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

“No backing out?” Trudy added, giving her a dubious look.

“No backing out.”

“Even if we decide the only way of getting in is to fuck everyone living in the frat house?”

“Even that,” Gianna declared as a chill went down her spine.

“Tomorrow night in the sorority basement; 9 pm sharp. We’re only going to give you this one chance, bitch. Don’t you dare fucking blow it!”

“I won’t,” she told them, wondering what the hell she’d gotten herself into.

—

It took less than two minutes after arriving before realizing she was in for a humiliating evening. She was forced to strip and then beaten with a paddle on her behind by every girl there. But Gianna was committed.

After she became a member, she was going to show these bitches a thing or two. She was going to make a name for herself. And when she reached her senior year she would be the one running the show.

The next thing she was forced to do was lick pussy. Again, it was no big deal. She even passed out a few orgasms with her tongue, which only pissed off Maryanne and Trudy even more.

She was finally taken into to a plain paneled room, complete with a mattress and a sheet on top. There were ropes positioned on all four corners. Gianna inhaled sharply at what she was facing.

“Let me guess,” Trudy snorted derisively. “The virgin’s never been tied up before?”

“I can handle it,” Gianna shot back.

“I’m not so sure,” Maryanne added. “What we’ve got in mind could be dangerous.”

“I signed your damn paper,” Gianna retorted. “I can take anything you can dish out.”

“No sass from the recruit!” Trudy declared as she slapped her face hard. “Now lie down on your back on the bed.

More than ever Gianna was determined to go through with it. But now she began to wonder what the hell they were going to do to her. She quickly found out when they tied her arms and legs spread-eagled to the corners of the bed. That’s when they wrapped a rope around her neck, running it through a hook in the wall, and then threading the ends to her wrists.

“A P.O.R.N. girl asphyxiates herself to get off and to please her partner,” Maryanne stated smugly. “Can our virgin do that for us?”

In response Gianna pulled on her arms. It tightened the rope around her throat, causing her to wheeze for breath. It also had the added sexual effect of making her wet down below. She decided this might not be so bad after all.

Trudy wrote something on a blank piece of paper with a black marker. “Read it, bitch!” she declared, holding it up in front of her face. “Or does our virgin not know how to read?”

“Fuck Me As I Die.” Then she looked up at them in alarm. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Are you serious about becoming a Pi Omicron Rho Nu girl?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’d damn well better get serious about this. You got that, Virgin?”

“I got it.” Now she was trembling… and she was wet as hell.

“Just look at her, girls!” Maryanne pointed as she laughed. “The virgin is horny! She wants to be fucked and strangled! Now let’s send in the guys!”

Gianna tested the ropes as they all walked out of the room laughing. The more she pulled, the more her breath was cut off. It was scary, but it was also incredibly arousing.

The first one in was George Grunisel, the ranking member of the frat house. He looked her up and down before coming over and reading the paper lying on the bed. “You mean that?” he finally asked, holding it up so she could see it.

“Fuck me as I die,” she told him with a nod as a shiver went down her spine. She figured she’d better say it in front of each frat boy or word might get back to the bitches she was not enthusiastic enough about this.

“So I’m your first, eh?” he said as he climbed onto the bed. “Then let’s get started.”

He thrust in hard and deep. Then he started pounding her. Gianna deliberately pulled on her wrists, choking off her breath.

It felt even better than the toy she fucked herself with. He was hot and throbbing inside her. She clenched around his cock as she strangled herself until he shot his load deep inside her.

“Not bad, cunt,” he declared after he pulled out. “I think you’re going to make a great P.O.R.N. girl!” And with that he put his pants back on and walked out.

Gianna got little more than a minute’s respite before Joseph, the second one in rank came in. He also read the note on the bed. “Is this true, Gianna?”

“Fuck me as I die,” she told him resolutely. He just grinned at her as he hastily removed his pants.

He climbed on and started fucking her hard. In response Gianna pulled on her arms, strangling herself again. It felt even better the second time around.

She was so close to cumming when he left his deposit inside her. He pulled out, got dressed and left. Two minutes later she was getting frat boy number three.

She smiled up at him as he was reading the note. “Fuck me as I die,” she told him before he could ask if the note meant what it said. This time she said it with more enthusiasm.

She strangled herself as he pumped her with his dick. She waited until she judged he was damned close. Then she pulled real hard.

His cock went off inside her as she bucked and shuddered in orgasm. He pulled out and got dressed, amazed at her orgasm. “Damn, girl! I’m going to have to fuck you again!” She just smiled at him.

They came in one right after the other. Gianna read the message out loud to each and every one with conviction. She also strangled herself harder each time a cock was about to cum inside her.

It was shamefully glorious. It was also humiliating as hell. That’s when she made her decision.

When Billy came in, Gianna told him, “Fuck me as I die. After I’m dead, send the boys back in one at a time to enjoy my corpse. Don’t tell any of the bitches unless none of you want a necro fuck, ok?”

“Damn, Gianna. Do you really mean it?”

“Billy? Tonight’s fuck is going to be your best ever.”

He pulled off his clothes before eagerly jumping on top of her. She was appreciative he had an above average dick to enjoy as she died. Then she pulled hard on the ropes.

Billy pounded her hard, gasping as her cunt started squeezing. “Fuck – fuck – fuck! You’re one hell of a fuck, bitch!” Gianna pulled as hard as she could until she shuddered from what felt like the orgasm to end all orgasms. The last thing she felt was Billy emptying himself inside her thoroughly fucked cunt before she spiraled away into oblivion with a smile on her face.

After he walked out, he whispered something to the next boy in line. Reggie came inside and saw Gianna staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. The idea of fucking a corpse was a total turn-on.

He fucked her good and hard before unloading his balls deep inside her. Her cooling corpse twitched as though she’d responded somehow. He decided he really liked fucking a dead body.

The message got passed on from frat boy to frat boy. Trudy and Maryanne both thought that virgin bitch was really being taught a lesson. It was only after the guys had finished and they went inside to check on her several hours later that they discovered she had been dead for a while.

They probably would have gotten away with it. But the administration found out they’d tied her spread-eagled with the rope around her neck. They were considered negligent and were both kicked out of school and convicted of involuntary manslaughter. Gianna got the last laugh as her fame with the frat boys over being a necro fuck lasted for several years.

(written Feb 18 ‘18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture I found on the Internet.)

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Farrah – Famous at the End 4.3 (6)

Posted on June 18, 2019 by riwa

I’m not sure when the idea takes hold. Maybe it’s one of those drowning scenes on the show Famous at the End. Or maybe it’s the competitive thrill-seeker running through my veins.

It occurs to me I could do it in our pool out back. But I don’t want this to be your typical drowning. I want it to be something different. And I want to show the viewers it was all my idea and that it’s all me.

It takes weeks of looking at the rock waterfall before an image comes to mind. My excitement increases as I imagine what I could do to myself and what it would look like. It’s only a matter of rigging things up and then setting my demise in motion.

I pick a time when Brian will be at work. He knows I’m a thrill-seeker, but he might want to put a stop to this. I don’t know if he’ll get off on it or not, but I can’t take any chances he might say no and try to stop me.

After he leaves, I get right to work. The camera and tripod are quickly set up and focused. I pose in the water near the rock wall, taking a few timed stills to make sure I have the angle just right.

I set up a GoPro underwater from a different angle. I have to trust Brian when he edits and splices all this together. But the note I leave insists I want to do this and that I want my episode to be one of the most watched in the history of the show. I think he loves me enough to give me what I want.

Hooking up the rope from above takes some doing. But I final get it set up. I test it several times to make sure it can hold my weight.

I test things to see how long it will take for me to get into my drowning contraption. I’ll have to turn on both cameras to record everything ahead of time. Brian will get to deal with splicing the footage together when he gets home. I hope it turns him on. Hell, I hope he takes the occasion to enjoy fucking my mouth underwater when he finds my corpse.

Everything is set when I pause to have a drink to steady my nerves. I tell myself I can always back out. But an image of that last drowning on Famous at the End comes to mind. I’m sure I can do better than that bitch.

I go out to the backyard and turn on the camera on the tripod. I check the focus one last time. Then I go underwater and turn on the GoPro down there. I have it propped up and secured, so I hope it captures me in the violent throes of drowning.

I’m wet as hell when I climb onto the rock wall. I secure my feet in the straps to the ring hanging down from the rope. I’m all set.

I decide to go topless, so I’m still wearing my bottoms. I want this to look somewhat classy. I’m not entirely sure how drowning yourself can look classy, but I’m doing my best.

The last thing I do is secure a nose clip over my nostrils. I know it looks crappy. But I wriggle and squirm uncomfortably when I get water up my nose. It’s always been that way; I can’t help it.

The cameras are recording; it’s time to get this show on the road. I lower myself into the water, bending myself at the waist. So far so good; everything is working perfectly.

I hold my head up out of the water with my arms. I’m not going to be able to stay like this forever. The burn in my stomach means I’m either going to have to drown myself or climb out of this contraption.

I take a breath and then lower my head until I’m hanging upside down. Then I pull myself back up. It is just a test run, but it works just fine.

I don’t think that show has ever had anyone drown themselves upside down before. That means my drowning will be unique. And doing it at home by myself should guarantee some good ratings.

I take another deep breath and then down I go. I bend myself at the waist, keeping my arms behind my head. I want to give Brian some footage he can splice in however he wants.

I come back up and catch my breath. I think that looked pretty cool. The only thing that makes me wince inwardly are these damned nose clips. But I plan on removing them at the appropriate time.

My nipples are hard, my heart racing. Do I still want to do this? I can chicken out of I want. But the idea of Brian playing my drowning on that show is such a fucking turn-on. I can’t believe how hard my nipples are and how horny I am. I hope the cameras can pick it up for the viewers when they see this.

I take another breath and go back down, hanging upside down. I relax as I imagine what my drowning is going to look like. Again I find myself hesitating a little. But I know I’m going to have to make a decision soon. My stomach won’t be able to stand the burn of keeping my head above water.

I rise up for another breath, keeping my arms propping my head up. I catch my breath as I calm myself. I want this to look deliberate… as though I intended this the whole time.

Back down I go for another long breath-hold. I want to give the viewers what they’ll be tuning in to see – some crazy bitch drowning herself. I want my episode to be popular.

For a moment I wish Brian was here to fuck me before I drown. But I decide I can’t have everything. Once more I lift my head back up to the surface, panting for breath as I support my head with my arms.

It occurs to me I don’t have to do this. I can get myself out if I want. But I’d better hurry as the burn in my stomach is going to make it harder and harder until the decision is made for me.

The idea of drowning myself with everyone at home watching starts to become an obsession. My body is tingly, my pussy throbbing with desire. It’s time to do this.

I take a deep breath before I lower myself back down into the water. I hang upside down, relaxing as I let my arms sag I decide that was my last breath; I’m not going back up.

It’s so quiet and peaceful down here. I’m tempted to masturbate, but I resist the urge. This is a drowning, not porn. Besides, I can feel it welling up inside me. I’ll probably explode in orgasm the moment I suck water.

It isn’t long before I feel those gentle heaves in my stomach. They radiate outward, racing to my pussy as they flow into my chest. My arousal intensifies as my breasts start to bounce from those gentle convulsions.

The need to breathe grows stronger. I have to fight the urge to rise up for another breath. But I know that burn in my stomach will be painful, and it might force me back down. Might as well stay down and make this look as though it’s deliberate.

I consciously look in the direction of the camera on the tripod out of the water. As my chest heaves again I deliberately pull the clip from my nose. Water immediately rushes into my sinuses.

The burn makes me jerk around, my body wanting up out of the water. I cough up bubbles as I force myself to stay down. Then I start to thrash about.

Instinctively I open my mouth, knowing my body will reflexively try to save itself. I get a mouthful of water, and my windpipe locks up. Then I really start thrashing about.

I don’t even think about trying to bend myself upward to breathe. I just twist and jerk and bubble like crazy. It hurts like hell, but in the back of my mind I find myself hoping I’m putting on a good show for the viewers.

I jerk and thrash about, coughing up more bubbles as my windpipe opens back up. Then I’m doubling over as I keep gulping water. At that moment I’m dimly aware that I’m cumming like I’ve never cum before.

The pain lessens as my body is hit with aftershocks. I tremble and shudder as stray muscles hitch. My last thought is the hope Brian splices together a great drowning for all those folks out there. Then the life winks out of my eyes, and I dangle there until my boyfriend comes home and finds me.

2018 (written May 21 ’18 by riwa)

(Pics found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

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The Peace Treaty 11-12 2.3 (3)

Posted on June 12, 2019 by riwa

THE ISLAND OF CONSENSUAL EXECUTIONS

The Peace Treaty

By riwa

 Author’s note: This is written by request for Arachnid with his permission and with him previewing the material, being as how it is his original idea.

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy.  In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. (Original idea for the Island of Consensual Executions created by Arachnid.)

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11 Threatened Handmaiden

I am so miserable that I find supper to be unappealing. I excuse myself from the table despite my handmaiden’s best efforts to get me to eat something. I tell her I will be all right but that I want to be alone.

I head outside for a long walk, wishing to converse with no one. But I cannot escape the sights and sounds of the island. Passing anywhere near the hotel means risking witnessing the use of the gallows or perhaps a beheading over on the deck. Then I hear the echoing sound of a volley of rifle fire at the shooting range, causing me to jerk in response as tears well up in my eyes.

The sun is nearly down when I am drawn back out to the tidal stakes. I remember the young woman who was there before and curiosity gets the better of me. Perhaps it is the memory of my sister Anoria that draws me to that place.

When I crest the ridge I see the tide has come in, the water level having risen precipitously. The young woman is still there. But she is not alone. When I draw closer I observe that a male is in the water with her. To my surprise it appears to be Prince Osman.

He is floating nearby, hanging onto the stake as the water level rises. I can hear their words as I pause at the water’s edge. I should grant them the privacy they require, but my curiosity has been raised. Then I hear, “Help me, brother! I cannot help myself! My body struggles to live!”

“I cannot do this! I cannot let you drown!”

“You can, my brother! You must!” Then I hear sputtering as though she has swallowed water. The tide is up at her mouth.

There is brokenness in his voice as I hear, “Goodbye, my beloved sister!” Then he pulls her head forward and down into the water.

My breath catches in my throat as a shameful arousal surges through me. For a moment there is nothing but what appears to be a man swimming out near the tidal posts. Then there is a burst of bubbles as a struggle ensues.

The Prince tries to hold on. He seems determined to keep her head under so she will not suffer long. The sound of his quiet sobs reaches me and it pricks my heart.

There are more bubbles as it looks like he is struggling to keep her head submerged. Then the struggles lessen. A few tiny bubbles pop to the surface, but there is no further activity.

He remains there for the longest time, perhaps to make sure the deed is done. It seems difficult for him to leave his sister, just as it was for me. My heart softens toward him as I slowly begin to realize we are nothing but pawns in a macabre dance of death and peace between two warring countries.

He looks up to see I am standing there observing him. His pride returns as he scowls at me before looking down at his sister. There is no further movement on her part.

He leaves her to swim to shore. I see a folded towel next to a set of clothes. I find it interesting his best man is nowhere around.

“What are you doing here?” the Prince demands resentfully as he starts to dry himself. “Are you here to witness the execution of the last of my family? I hope it satisfies your bloodlust!”

Is this sorrow I am actually feeling toward him? My manners return as I bow my head low. “Forgive my intrusion, Prince. I have no bloodlust. I have interrupted an intimate moment between you and your sister. I am sorry for your loss.”

He snorts derisively as he slips back into his clothes. “Save your sympathies for the wedding, Capree scum. I fully intend for there to be one more execution in the morning. This time it will be your handmaiden who will give up her head as a blessing toward our impending nuptials.”

I gasp, stiffening in horror. “You BEAST! You Bakir are all alike! All these deaths are not enough to quench your thirst? Must you crave even more?”

“My parents… my entire family… all dead, no thanks to you!”

“My family as well!” I spit back in disgust. “My nieces and nephews have become orphans because your people cannot get enough blood! They will grow up without a father and a mother! Two sets of parents are dead now and will never see their little ones grow up because of your precious Peace Accord!”

It all comes back to me, overwhelming me until I lose all control. I rush forward and beat in vain upon his chest… “I hate you – I hate you – I hate all Bakir!” Then I break down, sobbing for my family… sobbing over my only remaining friend Gabrielle who now seems destined to lose her head come morning.

He looks at me as though momentarily at a loss for words. Then he abruptly turns and walks away, leaving me alone to my tears. All I can do is wail with grief, my anguished cries drifting out over the tidal stakes while the submerged body of his departed sister remains secured to the post as the tide flows over the top of her.

It is a strange paradox. She is dead while I yet live. So why do I feel she is the lucky one?

—

After a few minutes I walk back to the hotel. But I pause as I observe a couple approaching the block upon the deck. There is paperwork in his hand, indicating an execution is about to take place.

They kiss each other tenderly. I am moved by their apparent love for each other. “Excuse me,” I murmur uncomfortably. “I will leave and grant you some privacy.”

“No,” the young woman says softly as she puts up a hand up to stop me. “Please stay and share this moment with us.”

My mind is on Gabrielle and the threat the Prince has promised. So I wordlessly accept their invitation with a solemn nod of my head. My heart thumps loudly in my chest when I consider this will be happening to my beloved handmaiden in the morning, beheaded by that filthy Bakir.

The young woman kneels and opens the trousers of her beloved. She takes his flaccid member and coaxes it into full hardness with her hands and tongue. It is not long until she has him in her mouth, moaning as though she has longed for this moment for a long time.

He thrusts gently, his hand upon the back of her head. Then he tips his head back and grunts as he releases his seed into her hungering mouth. He pulls out abruptly, allowing some of it to spill upon her face.

She rises up, only for him to unbutton her blouse. She is wearing no undergarments and her pale breasts are fully exposed. Then he ties her arms behind her back.

He helps her kneel in front of the block before pushing down on her head. She looks up at him with love, her chest heaving from her anxiety of the moment. Her nipples are noticeably erect from the illumination immediately surrounding the area of the deck. Clearly she is aroused.

I see him pause to admire her hanging breasts. Then he lifts the scimitar and measures his strike. “Good bye, my love,” he breathes softly as my heart catches in my throat.

“Goodbye, my darling,” she answers in reply. Then he brings the blade down…

THUNK!

Her head flies forward as her body instinctively rises up, blood gushing out of her neck. I inhale sharply, ashamed of the climax that suddenly washes disgracefully through my being. Then she topples over, her body spasming and jerking in its death throes.

He picks up the head and holds it so she can see her headless form writhing on the deck… that is, if she still has her sight. There is a wet spot in her skirt where she has pissed herself. Then he tenderly kisses her lips. Finally he shows her head to me so that I can see the tired expression of death in her features.

“She has… HAD an incurable disease,” he says by way of explanation. “She has always wanted me to behead her. It has been a fantasy of hers for a long time. I’m glad you were here to share this moment with us. I think it actually made things easier.” Then he offers her head to me saying, “Would you like to, uh…?”

I nod, a lump in my throat as I step forward. I accept the head from him and give it a thorough examination, imagining it belonging to my handmaiden. The tears well up in my eyes.

“Thank you for allowing me to share this moment with you. It was an honor.” Then I carefully hand the head back to him before telling him, “Now if you will excuse me, I must be going.”

“Certainly,” he nods kindly. He is still there with her when I turn and head back to the hotel. I have made my decision. I can only hope it will spare Gabrielle.

I walk straight to the front desk and get the information necessary for locating a certain room. It is the only option I feel I have left if I am to save my handmaiden. Then I ride the elevator to the appropriate floor, walking purposefully.

When I arrive at my destination I can’t help knocking hesitantly upon the door. “Enter,” a voice says from the other side. I open the door and step through.

Prince Osman is sitting on the bed and is none too happy to see me. “What are YOU doing here, Capree scum?”

I bow my head with deference, determined to sound contrite and submissive. “I am here to intercede for the life of my handmaiden, my Lord.”

“Oh?” he snorts in derision. “What, pray tell, do you have to offer me in exchange for her life?”

“This,” I tell him plainly. Then I slip out of my clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor, deliberately revealing my nakedness to him.

“I am here for you, my Lord,” I say in a quivering yet submissive voice. “You may take me here and now; do anything to me that you wish. I will not stop you nor resist you in any way.”

He looks at me in shock. Then he sees in my expression that I am in earnest. At that moment a wolfish grin appears on his face as he looks me over. It sends an erotic shiver rippling through me.

When I see the unbridled lust in his eyes I conclude that I will not last through the night. I fully expect him to have his way with me and then sacrifice me in the morning in exchange for Gabrielle’s life. I know I will only have his word on this. But I am willing to forfeit my life if it means my handmaiden will live.

I no longer care about the peace process. Perhaps both our countries are doomed to slaughter each other until no one is left alive. But I am no longer willing to sacrifice even one more of my loved ones, not if it will cost Gabrielle her life.

I am trembling like crazy, my nipples hard in fearful anticipation of the way he will soon treat me. But that is his right. I will submit if it means regaining the life of my handmaiden. Then he rises up from the bed and comes for me, his eyes lusting upon my quivering breasts.

Strangely I find myself becoming aroused…

12 Capree Whore

He throws me upon his bed, quickly shedding his attire. Then he is upon me, mauling my breasts in a feeding frenzy. I cannot help myself as I cry out instinctively, only to bite my lip in an attempt to silence myself.

His lips are all over me, his teeth biting and nipping at my soft flesh as he presses down upon my body. Then I feel his hardness press against my opening. I am about to be a virgin no longer.

He thrusts in hard as he brutally kisses me. I cry out into his mouth from the pain as the blood of my torn hymen stains his bed. Then he rapes me with no remorse whatsoever.

I try to blink the tears out of my eyes from the assault. I must yield and not resist as his hard member pounds me relentlessly. But I am surprised to find myself experiencing sensations of unexpected pleasure despite the cruel violation.

He is savage and brutal, taking me like an animal. A part of me actually relishes in it, for I believe it is my due after having executed all the members of my family. I cannot help myself and I begin to respond, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Capree scum!” he gasps as he continues raping me. “Capree slut! You will not offer yourself to me! I will TAKE what I want!” Then he rams it in home.

It swells within me like a gathering wave of the sea that has been launched by a tsunami. He pounds me hard until it crests and breaks over me. Then I cry out as a shameful orgasm is raped out of me!

He roars with triumph as he deposits his seed deep inside me. “I KNEW it!” he proclaims. “You are nothing but a Capree whore!” Then he pulls out and roughly turns me over so he can take me from behind.

He is quickly back inside me… raping me… hurting me. I am humiliated that I am enjoying my punishment so much. There is no thought at all of my beloved Akiel to whom I was once betrothed before this all began.

The Prince glories in my suffering as he thrusts even harder. My face is mashed into the bed as I let out cry after muffled cry. He wants to hear my pain… wants to hear me respond to his brutal attack.

Another orgasm is forced out of my quivering body. Once more I shudder from a shameful pleasure. Then he pulls out of me before he positions his member at my other opening.

There is no time for protests, not that it would benefit me. He is insatiable. “Take THIS, Capree whore!” he cries out triumphantly.

I feel him violate my ass, the first time I have been penetrated there as well. The pain is tremendous, and I grunt into the bed as he rapes my tender rosebud. But I am only getting what I deserve, so I still do not resist.

I embrace the violation, my voice crying out “MORE… MORE… GIVE ME MORE… VIOLATE THIS WORTHLESS CAPREE SCUM! I AM NOTHING – GIVE ME MORE!” He pounds me harder as though determined to hurt me, to exhaust himself at my expense. Then it unexpectedly hits and I scream from a climax so massive that I cannot believe it.

The Prince lets out a roar as he leaves a second deposit, this one deep in my rectum. Then he collapses on the bed, bringing me down with him. The two of us pant heavily, his member remaining in my ass for a few moments before it softens and slips out.

“Clean yourself up!” he demands, tossing me off the bed. “Take a bath and then return!”

“Yes, my Lord,” I nod submissively.

My body is heavy with the sensations of forced pleasure. I feel as though I have just completed a physically draining combat training exercise with my handmaiden. But I cannot work up any tears over my mistreatment. I am almost numb, all cried out from the events of the past two days.

I draw a warm bubble bath before climbing into the deep tub, taking a washcloth in with me. I scrub the Bakir filth off my body and am soon feeling better. Then it occurs to me I could simply submerge below the surface and drown myself right now, ending my nightmare here on this island.

The revelation startles me and I find myself seriously contemplating the matter. For all I know the Prince will go back on his word and have Gabrielle beheaded anyway. This way I would not have to watch him take her from me.

It occurs to me he has not officially given me his word as to sparing her life. Is it possible I have done all of this for nothing? I am suddenly filled with despair until I slowly slip down into the tub as the water covers me.

I hold my breath, telling myself all I have to do is open my mouth and let the water in. It would be so easy. Bubbles slip out of my nose and past my lips as I struggle with my decision, my sinuses stinging. Then the decision is made for me when the Prince suddenly pulls me up by my hair.

“What is this?” he demands as I come up gasping. “Is the Capree scum trying to drown herself before our arrangement has been completed to my satisfaction? So be it, Capree whore!” and he forces my head back down in a flurry of bubbles. He laughs as he snarls, “Perhaps I will take you down to the tidal stakes so you can visit my dear sister!”

I bubble wildly, my body instinctively trying to live where moments ago I was contemplating death. He pulls me back up for a breath or two. Then he cruelly pushes me right back down.

I thrash about, my bubbles spewing everywhere as I struggle not to drown. What I was once considering mere moments ago I now cannot seem to make myself commit to. But if the Prince has his way I will soon tire and give in.

He lifts my head up out of the water until I cough and sputter. Then he climbs in with me, sitting me in his lap and impaling me with his hardened member. “NOW you can drown, Capree scum!” and he pushes me over backward below the surface.

I feel him inside me as he holds me down until I cry out in a froth of bubbles. It is frightening beyond belief as he rapes me in the large bathtub while savagely groping my breasts. Water sloshes everywhere as he thrusts into me while forcing my head to remain submerged.

He pulls me up for a quick breath and then cruelly pushes me right back down. I am certain I will not be allowed back up. Now he will fill me again with his seed as he sends me into the afterlife. At least I will be reunited with my family.

I feel him erupt inside me. Once more it triggers a shameful response on my part. I am devastated by a massive climax.

My body shudders as air spews freely out of my mouth. But before I can complete the process of drowning he jerks my head up out of the water. I gasp and sputter, astonished I still live.

I look into his eyes, expecting to see the triumph of a sadistic Bakir. But that is not the expression I see. Instead I witness a look of complete and utter horror on his face.

He pulls out of me and holds me at arm’s length as though seeing me for the very first time. It confuses me. Then I am shocked when I see tears well up in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” he gasps as though heartbroken. Then he embraces me tightly. I cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth as he starts to sob into my shoulder…

“No… no… this isn’t right… this cannot be… no… I love you, Capree Princess… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… this is not how a Bakir treats the one he loves… I’m so sorry…”

NO! This cannot be happening! I must not let it happen! But it is far too late for that. It has already happened.

I first felt it when I saw him forced to execute his parents. I tried to deny it when I saw how broken he was as he drowned his sister. It was a seed that stubbornly began to grown despite my best efforts to stomp it out.

I did not come up here to offer myself to him to save my handmaiden, although I did hope he would be merciful. And I did not come up here just to receive the punishment I deserved, although I accepted it in full measure. I came up here because of something far more disturbing.

I can no longer deny it. It is unfathomable. Our shared misery has had a profound effect upon me.

I am here because I love him.

The shame is overwhelming. But it begins to melt away as I am softened by the tears of a heartbroken Bakir. That is when my own tears flow unbidden as I too begin to sob into his shoulder…

2011; 2018 (written for Arachnid Dec 25 ’11; ed. Aug 26 ‘18 by riwa)

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The Forfeit 4.2 (21)

Posted on June 6, 2019 by riwa

Note: SusanCoquin recently did some great renders, but left the interpretation of the story up to us. This is how I imagined it.

The Forfeit

Aiesha looked at her iPhone and scowled at the caller ID. She did not want to talk to her. But Evelyn was going to keep pestering her until she answered.

“Hello?”

“You owe me a life, Aiesha.”

“The hell I do!” and she disconnected the call.

Ten seconds later her phone buzzed again. She saw it was Evelyn. Damn her!

“Hello?”

“You owe me a life, Aiesha.”

“The hell I do, Evelyn! I was under no obligation!”

“That may be true. But my sister voluntarily took your place after you left.”

“That was her choice, Evelyn.”

“You owe me a life.”

“Stop calling me!” and she disconnected again. When the iPhone buzzed ten seconds later she refused to answer it.

—

Over the next several days her iPhone kept ringing. Aiesha saw it was Evelyn calling over and over again. She screamed in frustration as she tossed it across the room. It bounced off the sofa and landed harmlessly on the floor.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She shouldn’t have gone to that Suicide Club with her best friend Evelyn and her sister Paige. She shouldn’t have played.

When she lost she couldn’t face the noose. She’d fled in front of all of them. Later she’d learned that Evelyn’s sister Paige had apparently sacrificed herself to fulfill the contract and to salvage Evelyn’s honor.

That wasn’t her fault. Paige shouldn’t have done that. Then she sank into the sofa and started to cry over the loss of her best friend.

—

The calls kept coming. Occasionally she would answer one. But she always received the same message… “You owe me a life, Aiesha.”

Over the next several weeks the guilt and shame continued to build. Aiesha missed her best friend terribly. She couldn’t believe how much she’d become a part of her life and how much she missed her presence and influence.

She logged into her computer and began looking into the game they’d played. She found links to several hanging poker sites. She read up on the matter and saw how most of the females bravely went to their deaths if they lost. The few that didn’t were shamed and shunned along with their friends.

Her iPhone buzzed again. Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw who it was. “Hello?”

“You owe me a life, Aiesha.”

“You’re not going to stop bothering me about this, are you, Evelyn.”

“You lost, Aiesha. Then you failed to carry out your obligations. You left me and my sister to fulfill your part of the contract.”

“Evelyn, I’m sorry. I just… I just couldn’t!”

“You lost, Aiesha. Then you wronged everyone. You wrong me and you wronged my sister.”

Aiesha was sniffling. “What… what can I do to make it up to you?”

“You can hang, Aiesha. You can pay with your life.”

“Do you really want my life, Evelyn?”

“Yes I do.”

“Evelyn, is that the only way to make things right?”

“Yes.”

“But I… the shame! I don’t want to hang in front of everyone!”

“Then you can just hang in front of me. You owe me that much.”

Aiesha paused to collect herself. Then in a trembling voice she said, “All right, Evelyn. Have it your way. You can have my life if you want it that much.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, I do. I’ve missed you so much. Name the time and place. I’ll make the arrangements from this end.”

“Are you sure about this, Aiesha?”

“I’m sure. I’ll hang if that’s what it’s going to take to see you one last time.”

“I’ll make all the arrangements, Aiesha. I’ll even make sure there’s a coffin for you.”

“A… a coffin??”

“Are you going to back out on me again?”

“N-no, Evelyn.”

“I’ll be in touch.” Then the call ended.

—

On the last day of her life Aiesha drove to the location Evelyn had sent her. It was supposedly a meeting room where hanging games occasionally took place. She got the shivers when she parked, wondering how Evelyn was going to dispose of her car. She decided it probably didn’t matter.

She got out and went to the door. It opened up to reveal her best friend waiting for her. Evelyn seemed a little surprised. “You actually showed up, Aiesha. I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

“I told you I would, didn’t I?”

“You told me you wouldn’t back out when we went to that meeting, remember?”

“I’m really sorry about that, Evelyn. And… and I’m sorry about Paige.”

“I was humiliated, Aiesha. Paige saw how much it hurt me and volunteered to hang in your place. I didn’t want her to do it. But what could I do? Besides, the ladies all accepted her sacrifice in your stead.”

“I should have hanged when I lost.”

“Yes, you should have.”

Aiesha looked all around. “There’s nobody else here, is there? I… I only want to hang in front of you.”

“No one but you and I, Aiesha… except for a couple of guys waiting in a back room to take care of the final details.”

“Final details?”

“Disposing of your body of course. I told you I’d make sure you had a coffin, didn’t I?”

Aiesha gulped and nodded. “Ok, Evelyn. I… I suppose we should get this over with.”

“Follow me.”

Her friend led her inside. They went straight to a back room that looked like a place to change out of one’s clothes. Inside were a couple of packages waiting for them.

Aiesha pointed before asking, “What are those for, Evelyn?”

“It’s what we’re going to wear for this auspicious occasion. You don’t want to hang nude, do you?”

“Gawd, Evelyn! You wouldn’t make me hang nude, would you? They wanted me to do that back at that meeting!”

“Lord knows I ought to. But I’m not going to make you hang nude Aiesha. Instead I bought you something to wear… something for us both to wear for this special event.”

Aiesha gulped nervously. “You bought me something to wear?”

“Unless you want to hang nude for me.”

Aiesha shook her head as she carefully opened up her package. Inside was some sheer lingerie that would virtually cover nothing. To her it was almost as bad as hanging nude. Included was a set of black heels.

“I have to… you want me to wear this??”

“Not unless you want to hang nude for me. The choice is up to you.”

“I, uh… I guess I’ll wear this.”

“Good choice. I bought a matching outfit so you won’t feel like you’re the only one in lingerie. After all, I want to look just as sexy as you will when I watch you hang.”

She looked over at Evelyn and saw the contents of her package. The attire looked similar. Evelyn looked back at her and then started to undress.

Aiesha took a deep breath as she examined her lingerie. “It’s pretty sheer, Evelyn. Don’t I even get a pair of panties?”

“You won’t need em where you’re going. I hope you like what I picked out for you. After all, you’re going to be buried in it.”

Aiesha gasped in horror. Her friend’s attitude had certainly changed since that fateful meeting back at the club. Maybe it was all her fault for making her lose her sister to the noose.

They both changed quietly. Afterwards Evelyn demanded she model it for her. Aiesha turned in place, her face red with embarrassment.

“Looks good on you. You’re going to look great in that while you’re hanging, Aiesha. Now let’s go.”

They went upstairs to a large circular room with several alcoves with tables and windows. There was an opening up in the ceiling that made Aiesha wonder. Evelyn led her to a particular alcove stocked with pillows on the cushions. On the table were a couple glasses already filled with something.

“Sit down, Aiesha. Let’s have a little wine before you hang.”

She gulped and nodded as she sat down. She grabbed the glass in front of her and took a drink. Then she looked all around before asking, “Where’s… where’s the noose?”

“Up in the ceiling. The guys will be here in a moment to make sure everything’s all set. You’re not going to chicken out on me, are you?”

“No, Evelyn. I agreed to do this, remember?” Then she took another drink to steady her nerves before asking, “Will this put you back in the good graces of that hanging club?”

“Hanging my sister kept me in their good stead, Aiesha. You’re just finally paying off your part of the contract. You’re paying off your forfeit.”

Aiesha took another sip of her drink. There was movement out in the main area. She shuddered but decided not to see what was going on. She didn’t want to acknowledge she would soon be hanging to death out there.

She took a deep breath to compose herself. “I’m so sorry, Evelyn. And I’m sorry you lost Paige. Back then when I realized I had lost? I just… I just couldn’t. I lost my nerve.”

“You hurt me, Aiesha. I trusted you. I never thought you’d let me down.”

“I’m sorry about all that, Evelyn. But at the time I just…”

“Lots of ladies have had to face their own mortality at the moment of decision. You told me before we went you would have no problem if you came up on the short end of things.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have fled like that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

Aiesha was sorry she had not gone through with it back then. Now she felt a mixture of fear and arousal. She suspected a lot of it had to do with the attire she was wearing. The fabric was making her nipples harden. And she could feel her pussy quivering as well.

“Why did you pick this for me to wear, Evelyn… for us to wear I mean?”

“I knew you didn’t want to hang nude, Aiesha. But I wanted to see you in something sexy. So I went and picked out something I would enjoy seeing you in. And I picked out something I wanted to wear while watching you hang.”

Aiesha looked her up and down. “You, uh… you look good in that, Evelyn.”

“You look good too, Aiesha. That outfit is going to look great on you while you’re dancing in the noose. I fully intend to enjoy watching you hang, Aiesha. And the sexier the outfit as you strangle to death, the better.”

“Evelyn, do you really mean that? You’re really going to enjoy watching me hang??”

“Do I deserve anything less?”

Aiesha lowered her head. “I suppose not,” she murmured sadly.

A male voice spoke up from somewhere nearby. “All set, ladies.” A moment later they heard two sets of footsteps walk out of the room.

Aiesha froze as a surge of panic swelled within her. She’d previously heard movement along with the sound of a mechanical hum. Was it now time for her to hang??

Evelyn caught her expression and scowled. “Going to back out on me again, bitch?”

“No, Evelyn. I’ll… I’ll go through with it.”

Evelyn nodded in the direction of the main room, the flicker of a sinister smile at the corner of her lips. “It’s all set up for you, Aiesha. Go ahead… take a look at the noose you’re going to be dancing in.”

Aiesha sat there panting heavily for breath. “Go on!” Evelyn urged. “You might as take a good look at it. Besides, we ain’t got all day.”

Aiesha gulped as she slowly got up out of her seat. She walked out into the main room. That’s when she saw the noose dangling there above a wooden platform that had been rolled in on wheels.

She inhaled sharply as her fear intensified. She stood there staring at it, unable to fathom how it would soon claim her life. Strangely she felt a perverse sexual stirring, her nipples hardening as her pussy moistened.

She looked at the open coffin sitting next to the platform. Was that really for her?? She panted for breath, her body screaming for her to run. She had to force herself to stand firmly in place.

“You find the cuffs?” Evelyn’s voice called out from the alcove. “They should be right there for you.”

Aiesha gulped and nodded. In a quivering voice she asked, “Do you w-want me to do this n-now?”

“No better time like the present, Aiesha. You’re not going to back out on me at the last minute, are you?”

“I s-said I wouldn’t.”

“Good girl.”

Aiesha went over and picked up the metal cuffs. They felt cold and foreboding in her hand. Then she walked over to the steps to the platform.

She started to step up, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t help looking at the coffin lying there, coldly proclaiming her body would soon be inside. She couldn’t believe the whole damned thing had finally come to this.

“Let me see you cuff one wrist, Aiesha.” Evelyn was looking out around the corner of the alcove at her.

She nodded as she cuffed her right wrist with a trembling hand. “And now the noose,” Evelyn said as she got up and came into the room from the alcove.

Aiesha reached the top of the platform. She took hold of the noose. It felt coarse in her hand. She was trembling as she started to bring it down over her head.

“Around your neck, Aiesha. Loop it all the way around your neck.”

Aiesha brought the loop down until she felt it touch her throat. She inhaled sharply, unable to believe she was actually going to hang herself. There was no mercy in Evelyn’s expression. Apparently the experience at that meeting had hardened her former friend.

“Snug it tight, Aiesha. Make it nice and tight around your throat.”

She looked at Evelyn for any sign of compassion. But there was none to be found. Her best friend was long gone. In her place was a cold, hard bitch who seemed eager to watch her dance.

She tried to harden her gaze as she pulled the noose tight around her neck. There was nothing left to do now but go through with this. Her life was forfeit the moment she’d lost way back at that meeting. Evelyn was simply here to collect the final payment.

“That’s right, bitch,” Evelyn smiled cruelly. “Make it nice and tight. That coil’s going to be your new lover now. It’s going to strangle the very life out of you, Aiesha. And I’m going to stand right here and enjoy watching your every move… your every kick… every gasp for breath as you fight that noose.”

Aiesha caught sight of Evelyn reaching down to finger herself. Was the bitch really going to get off watching her hang to death?? It humiliated her, especially since she couldn’t stop trembling… couldn’t stop the perverse arousal she was now experiencing.

“That’s right, bitch,” Evelyn said as she watched her snug the noose around her throat. “Nice and tight. You’re in for a nice, slow hang, Aiesha. And I’m going to enjoy every single moment of it. I want you to suffer the way my sister suffered, bitch.”

Evelyn fingered herself as Aiesha made sure the noose was not loose. It shamed her the way her former friend was sexually touching herself. The idea of providing sexual pleasure while suffering in the noose was more humiliating than she could have possibly imagined.

“Ok, bitch. Now the cuffs. Arms behind your back. It’s the proper pose for a submissive noose-slut like you, right?”

“Evelyn, must I?”

“Going to back out at the last minute, bitch?”

“N-no, Evelyn.”

Aiesha slowly brought her arms behind her back. She reached for her cuffed wrist to locate the dangling metal. She grasped it and fumbled with it around her left wrist until she felt it clatch tight.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Evelyn purred. “You look good standing there with a noose around your neck. I’d say I picked out the perfect outfit for you to wear, don’t you think? You look so damned sexy now that you’re going to hang for me, Aiesha. I bet you feel sexy too. Feeling sexy now that you’re going to hang, bitch?”

Aiesha winced with horror and shame. “Evelyn, I think I… I don’t… I don’t want to hang!”

“Oh, but you’re going to hang, bitch. You’re going to make up for what you failed to do back at that meeting, am I right? You’re going to hang for Paige and you’re going to hang for me. You got that, bitch?”

Evelyn continued fingering herself. Aiesha looked so damned sexy standing there ready to hang. This was something she was really looking forward to.

“Ok, Aiesha. There’s nothing left for you to do now but step off. Aw, come on! What’s the matter? Don’t you feel the least bit aroused by all this? I know I sure as hell am! I’ll bet your pussy is dripping like crazy, am I right? I’m so looking forward to watching you hang, bitch!”

Aiesha looked over and saw the coffin waiting for her. She couldn’t believe how frightened she was. Yet she felt a strange sexual arousal that was both thrilling and humiliating.

“Do it, bitch! Step off and give me a performance to remember! I want to see if you can dance and suffer as good as the performance my sister gave! C’mon now; don’t be shy!”

Aiesha hesitated. She couldn’t make her feet move. Her heart hammered in her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Step off, bitch! Do it or I’ll fucking hang you myself! Show me you’ve got the guts to step off the way my sister did!”

Aiesha took a deep breath to compose herself. Then she tentatively stuck a foot forward. “Yes!” Evelyn declared triumphantly. “Hang for me, you fucking bitch!”

At the last possible moment Aiesha tried to pull her foot back. But she’d gone too far. She stepped off until the noose took her full weight.

Her eyes flashed in alarm at how much it hurt. Her hands flexed anxiously behind her back as her legs began to scissor. “That’s the way, bitch!” Evelyn cried out happily. “Now give me a good dance, you sexy bitch!”

Aiesha let out an “URRK” as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples felt so hard she thought they might pop off. Now it felt like her pussy was dripping like crazy.

She couldn’t believe how much it hurt. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected. But then again, she hadn’t known what to expect.

Her head tipped to once side, strands of hair hanging up in the rope. The noose was really squeezing her neck. She rasped and gurgled as she struggled to make it stop.

“Can you feel it now?” Evelyn breathed rapturously as she fingered herself. “Can you feel the noose making love to your neck? It’s a demanding lover, bitch! It wants you, body and soul!”

It hurt more when she kicked. So Aiesha tried to hang limp. But that didn’t help at all. The noose was relentless with its deadly grip.

Her arms jerked behind her back as she fought the constricting coil. She rasped and gurgled as she struggled to breathe. The more her head went over, the more strands of hair came seemingly to life.

Evelyn was enthralled. “Yes, bitch; I love it! I love the way your hair is getting all hung up. And the way you’re dancing and jerking? Damn, bitch! You should have hung for all of us back at that meeting while you had the chance! You definitely would have given us one hell of a show!”

Aiesha began jerking spasmodically, hopping in the noose. It made her lingerie ride up until her pussy became more exposed. It looked like it was winking as it glistened with moisture.

“Damn, baby!” Evelyn declared as she shamelessly fingered herself. “Do that noose dance for me! Can you feel your lover’s embrace all the way down to your cunt? It looks like one hell of a ride!”

Aiesha’s eyes began to glaze over as her tongue slowly protruded. She couldn’t get any air; why couldn’t she breathe?? The coil was making her hump and kick as though her body had a mind of its own.

Evelyn panted for breath as she continued touching herself. “Can you feel that rope bite into your throat, bitch? Can you feel it trying to claim you? Feel the way it cuts off your lifeline, bitch? Damn, baby; that is one hell of an erotic dance!”

Aiesha stretched her legs straight down. Then she gurgled as she arched her back. She hitched and jerked as she tried to pull a decent breath of air into her lungs.

She threw her chest out, kicking and swaying. “Yeah!” Evelyn crowed triumphantly. “Throw those tits out; show me that rack! Damn, bitch! This is one of the best hangings I’ve ever seen! You suffer like you were born for the noose!”

Aiesha’s feet cocked and curled as her arms jerked less and less behind her back. She hitched and gurgled as she convulsed and suffered. Her nipples protruded painfully through the material of her lingerie. And her pussy continued dripping from her breathless agony.

For a moment her thighs came together. It was like she was trying to rub her clit. Was the sexy bitch trying to orgasm in the noose??

Evelyn gasped as she excitedly grabbed her crotch, furiously fingering herself. She had no idea Aiesha would be able to give her such an erotic dance. A moment later she winced as it flushed warmly through her quivering body.

Aiesha wondered when it would all be over. Her lungs were on fire; she could not get a breath. And she could not feel anything below her waist anymore.

Stray muscles twitched as her brain frantically sent messages. She quivered as her tongue slowly protruded. When was it finally going to stop hurting??

“Almost gone, bitch?” Evelyn panted as she stepped forward. Then she reached out and fingered the dying woman’s dripping crotch.

“You’re wet, honey. Did you enjoy an orgasm as you strangled to death? It sure looked like it. Damn, you’re really lubricated down there! But you don’t seem to be clenching. Are you gone, baby? Is it all over? Damn, bitch! You were so fucking good suffering in that noose for me!”

Evelyn stood quietly as the rope creaked. Aiesha’s body gently swayed back and forth from her exertions. A foot twitched as a nerve rippled along an inner thigh. Otherwise there was no sign of life… just agonal spasms.

A stream of urine dribbled down Aiesha’s legs. It began to pool onto the floor. It was the perfect ending to a perfect hanging.

“Hell of a show!” Evelyn told her as she gave her a double thumbs up. “We’re all square now, Aiesha. Your forfeit is paid in full. Allow me to take a few pictures to show that club your hanging, just to let them know you finally fulfilled your part of the bargain.”

She got her iPhone and snapped off several shots. Then she smiled at the dead woman. “I would leave you up for a while to enjoy the moment. But they’re going to need this room, Aiesha. At least you’ll get a nice burial out of the deal.”

Evelyn carefully slid the coffin in place underneath the body of her former friend. Then she grabbed the remote and activated it. The noose began lowering Aiesha downward.

Evelyn paused to make sure the feet went into the tail end of the coffin. Then she carefully lowered the body. She took her time as there was no use making any more work for herself than was absolutely necessary.

She paused for a moment to give the corpse a last, admiring look as it partially dangled in front of her. “Damn, baby! Even going into the coffin you look sexy as hell. I told you you’d be wearing that outfit when they put you in the ground. It looks good on you!”

Evelyn continued to lower Aiesha’s body until she got it all the way into the coffin. She worked the noose off from around her former friend’s neck. Then she used the remote to send the rope all the way up into the ceiling.

There was a distinct red line around Aiesha’s throat where the rope had tightened to snuff her sweet life away. Her tongue protruded as her nipples remained erect. Her pussy glistened with moisture.

“You look good, Aiesha,” Evelyn told her. “And you did well. I told you this makes us square, and I meant it. Your hanging was perfect; you don’t owe me a thing now.”

She stood there for a moment looking down at the corpse in the box. “Any last words you have for me? Care to describe what those final moments felt like? Was it as painful as it looked? Did you suffer? Did you get to cum? What… not going to tell me? Suit yourself. I’ll make sure to tell everyone you finally fulfilled your end of the bargain. It took a long time, and you sure as hell embarrassed me. But like I say… now we’re all square.”

Evelyn took a few last pictures of Aiesha in the box. Then she headed for the stairs to go back down to the changing room. She could care less what they did to Aiesha’s corpse. Obviously those guys would come back and take care of as they saw fit.

2019 (written Jan 6 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Susan Coquin’s great renders which are included for illustration purposes.)

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Sinking Orgasms 3.8 (5)

Posted on May 30, 2019 by riwa

Janet finished zipping herself into her transparent, tight latex outfit. She pulled a white swimcap down over her head, tucking her hair underneath. Then she headed out the back door.

She stopped long enough to pick up a weight belt from the shed. Then she headed down to the dock. Her zodiac floated at the ready.

She checked to make sure she’d remembered to stow the handheld depth finder on board. Janet was in the mood for some erotic play in the water. But she wanted to know how deep it was below her.

She started the motor and headed out. Normally it wasn’t a good idea to be going out alone. But Janet had done this several times before.

She didn’t consider herself to be a reckless kind of gal. She always took precautions. She just had to make sure she didn’t miscalculate or overestimate her abilities out here.

She checked the depth finder until there was twenty feet of water below her. Janet shut off the engine and threw a small anchor over the side. With the slight breeze it would keep the zodiac from drifting away.

She attached a weight belt around her waist. She looked around and realized she hadn’t brought any dive fins with her. But that was ok as she usually liked to go without them.

When she was ready she sat on the side of the zodiac, taking long deep breaths. On the last one she slipped off into the water with a quiet splash. The belt took Janet right to the bottom.

The water became cooler the deeper she sank. She felt the pressure intensify against her body. It made her tingle the way her tight latex hugged her curvaceous form. The fact that it was transparent made her feel sexy.

She reached the bottom, her feet pressing into the sand beneath her. She looked up and saw the zodiac above her. Then she began swimming back to the surface.

She popped up and gasped for breath. She took a few extra moments to fill her lungs. Then she stopped all movement, allowing the belt to take her back down.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she submerged. The way the latex clung tightly to her body really turned her on. It felt wonderful the way it rubbed against her naked flesh.

When she reached the bottom she began rubbing her crotch. She found her swollen nub and rubbed that part of her body through the material. It triggered even more erotic tingles.

She writhed and bubbled with pleasure. This was how she liked to hold her breath, weighed down at the bottom of the sea. It allowed her imagination to run wild with all sorts of scenarios in her head.

When her lungs began to burn she began kicking her way back to the surface. It took a little work, but she was a good swimmer. She spent a lot of time in the water when she could, working on her swimming skills and her endurance.

She popped up to the surface and took a really deep breath. Almost immediately she allowed the weight belt to pull her back down. She brought her arms behind her back and clasped her hands together. Then she began wriggling and squirming, imagining she’d been tossed over the side and left to drown.

She reached the bottom where she allowed herself to fall onto her side. She wriggled and squirmed, trying not to touch herself. But she brought her thighs together, enjoying how the latex felt between her legs.

She was getting close when she changed her mind. She kicked off the bottom and swam back to the zodiac. Then she grabbed the side and launched herself out of the water back into the craft.

She pulled up anchor before starting the motor. Then she headed further out. Once more she put the depth finder to use.

At thirty feet she shut off the engine again before tossing the anchor over the side. Then she sat on the edge of the zodiac where she took long, deep breaths. On the last one she slipped off with a splash.

Down she went, the belt steadily taking her deeper. She felt more pressure as she passed the depth of her last location. Then she reached the bottom of the sea.

Janet began rubbing her crotch with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other. The tingles returned, making her horny again. When she began to run out of breath she kicked herself back to the surface.

It got warmer as she swam upward, pulling with her arms while her legs propelled her. Bubbles streamed out of her nose until she surfaced. She stayed at the waterline a few moments longer to get an extra-long breath. Then she stopped treading water, allowing the belt to take her down again.

Down she went, bubbles streaming out of her nose. It felt exciting the way the belt took her straight to the bottom. The pressure returned, and with it those erotic sensations all over her body, especially those down in her crotch.

She touched herself all over, rubbing between her legs. She loved how sensitive her nipples had become. This was how she liked to get off, at the bottom of the sea in one of her tight latex outfits.

She felt the warning spasms in her chest and she launched herself upward again. She pulled hard with her arms as her legs kicked. More bubbles spewed out of her nose.

She burst up and gasped loudly for breath. One deep breath and back down she went. She wanted to use her imagination again.

Once more she brought her arms behind her back. Janet wriggled and squirmed as she imagined she’d been thrown overboard and left to drown. She grunted and bubbled as the pressure increased.

The water grew colder as it hugged her latex. She reached the bottom, writhing and bubbling. Once more she chose not to touch herself.

She rubbed her thighs together, enjoying how good it felt. She felt the strain return to her lungs and it sent her back to the surface. She pulled with her arms as bubbles streamed out of her nose.

It was a little harder swim, being as how she was breath-holding a little deeper. But she was prepared. The challenge and the added strain in her lungs made it all the more exciting.

Janet popped up and gasped for breath. She was tempted to go right back down. But once more she changed her mind.

She swam to the zodiac and climbed aboard. As she got her breath back she pulled up anchor. She started the motor before picking up the depth finder. Then she headed a little farther out.

At forty feet she stopped again. She saw another boat off in the distance. Someone else was either out for a pleasure cruise or was doing some scuba or freediving. It made her smile at the thought she might have an audience out here, especially being in her transparent latex that showed everything.

Janet tossed the anchor over the side. By now she’d gotten her breath back. But she hadn’t cum yet.

This time she launched herself over the side as though being thrown overboard. She hit the water with an unceremonious splash, her arms behind her back. Then the weight belt took her down.

Janet bubbled and struggled as though fighting her imaginary bonds. She felt the excitement return the deeper she went. The pressure increased, tightening the latex around her tingling body.

The water was cooler once she bottomed out. Janet lay on her side as she writhed, struggled and bubbled. The sensations felt incredible.

She couldn’t help herself as she brought her arms around. Then she began touching herself. The sensations intensified until she felt herself getting really close.

Janet suddenly launched herself up off the bottom of the sea. She kicked herself upward, pulling with her arms as more bubbles spewed out of her nose. As she neared the surface she powered herself upward with a little extra effort.

She burst up out of the water and gasped loudly for breath. Then she let the weight belt pull her right back down. Once more her arms returned behind her back.

Janet imagined the drowning scenario once again. She writhed and bubbled as though struggling to break free. The quick breath at the surface added a delicious element as she hadn’t been able to fully catch her breath.

Her cheeks bulged before she released a big burst of air in a large “POOF”.  Then she was cumming… cumming and squirting inside her latex. Janet shuddered at the pleasure of depth as the pressure against her body added to her enjoyment.

She finally headed back to the surface, kicking with her legs as her lungs began to burn. Now her pussy was wet and sticky, adding to the sensations underneath her latex. Squirting in her outfit had only made it all the more slippery and erotic.

She lost her breath, her lungs heaving as she approached the surface. She burst up and inhaled deeply. Then she allowed herself to sink again.

Down she went as she threw her arms behind her back. She wriggled and squirmed, losing air out of her mouth as she rubbed her thighs together. This time the pressure along with the sensation of not having enough air in her lungs did the trick.

Janet let out a bubbly cry a few feet from the bottom. She was cumming and squirting again when her feet came in contact with the seabed. Then she launched herself back up toward the surface.

This time it was harder to make the swim back. There wasn’t much air in her lungs from her brief moment at the surface. Her chest heaved as a jolt of erotic concern rippled through her body.

She could feel how wet she was under her latex. She could feel another orgasm coming on strong. What would happen to her if she couldn’t quite make it back to the surface?

She pulled with all her might as her lungs emptied. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath. She slipped back under before popping up again.

Janet swam over to the zodiac and tiredly climbed aboard. She panted heavily, her body tingling like crazy. She decided she wanted one more orgasm like that before she headed back.

She pulled up anchor before starting the motor. Then she headed even farther out. She waited until there was fifty feet of seawater below her before she shut down the engine.

Janet tossed the anchor over the side. She looked around and saw that boat was a little closer. Was that a dive flag sticking up off the stern? Was it possible someone might get to watch her down below?

Janet sat on the edge of the zodiac as she took long, deep breaths. The idea of putting on a show in front of someone made the situation that much more erotic. She crammed as much air into her lungs as she could. Then she went over backward with a splash.

Janet allowed the belt to pull her down to the bottom of the sea. She felt the pressure increase as the water got colder. Her latex outfit felt all wet and slippery as it clung tightly to her body.

She released bubbles out of her nose as she continued to sink. Now she was really tingling. This one was probably going to satisfy her most of all.

She touched bottom and immediately headed back to the surface. She pulled hard with her arms while kicking with her legs. Bubbles streamed out of her nose as she rose.

It seemed like a much longer swim, although she was only ten feet deeper than her last location. It took a little more effort, but she still made it with relative ease. Then she burst up and took a quick breath before letting the belt take her right back down.

Once more she brought her hands behind her back as she sank. Janet wriggled and squirmed, bubbling as she rubbed her thighs together. The drowning scenario returned to her mind the deeper she went.

It was a long way down. The moment her feet touched bottom Janet wasted no time touching herself. Her fingers added just enough sensation to her nub through the material that she went off.

Janet shuddered in orgasm, her body quaking as bubbles spewed freely out of her mouth. It felt incredible! Fifty feet deep and cumming was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

When it passed she felt all weak and satisfied. Then she launched herself back up toward the surface. But it didn’t take long before she realized just how exhausted she’d become.

The harder she swam, the more it felt like she was swimming in molasses. Had she lost that much energy?? It was becoming a more challenging swim than she’d anticipated.

She thought she was getting closer to the surface. But she felt so tired. A moment later her muscles simply gave out.

Janet’s eyes opened in alarm as she sank to the bottom, the weight belt pulling her down. She reached for the clasp to release it from around her body. But strangely she was having trouble popping it open. Maybe she was going to drown for real.

She tried to hold her breath as she prepared to make one last run at it. Her feet touched the bottom and she bent her knees. Then she launched herself upward.

It was either pull with both arms or struggle to get the clasp to open. Janet chose to use both arms while kicking as hard as she could. But she was getting tired; exhaustion was setting in.

She was twenty feet from the surface when she realized she wasn’t going to make it. Then the belt began to pull her downward. Almost immediately she could feel those erotic sensations swell a thousand fold.

Damn! Skip was going to kill her for this! At least she was going to go out with a bang.

Her lungs heaved again as it swelled within her. Janet began hitching and spasming as she neared the bottom. Then her feet touched the seabed. She believed this was where she was going to stay.

She went off in orgasm, squirting like crazy inside her tight, transparent latex. It felt like she just kept cumming and cumming and cumming as she looked up at the surface. It was too bad she didn’t have an audience down here to watch her cum and drown.

She had severely miscalculated cumming at fifty feet without dive fins. Skip was going to be furious! But the pleasure she felt was unbelievable.

Janet felt like she was in a dream as she saw a shadow approaching while her lungs screamed at her. Was that Skip coming to get her and chastise her for her mistake?? Her lips opened as she bubbled her breath away. Then she felt a regulator being pushed between her lips.

Janet cleared it before she took a deep breath. A second one helped clear the fog she was experiencing. Then she found herself breathing easily as she was being carried to the surface.

She got another few breaths before releasing her remaining air. She didn’t want any issues rising too fast with compressed air in her lungs. She wasn’t sure who was getting her to the surface, but she sure was grateful.

She was still bubbling when she reached the surface. Her rescuer was wearing a shorty wetsuit, his arms and legs exposed. He helped her grab onto the zodiac where she panted weakly for breath.

He removed his reg before asking, “Are you all right, miss?”

She nodded before gasping, “Yes I am. Thanks.”

“What were you doing so deep out here without dive fins that you couldn’t get yourself back up? You know that’s not a good idea, don’t you?”

“I was… I was…” Then she blushed before telling him, “I was just enjoying myself. I guess I got a little carried away.”

“Well don’t ever do that again, ok? It’s dangerous.”

“I won’t. I should have known better. I’ll remember next time.”

She caught him eyeing her closely. She could tell he was staring at her transparent outfit. It gave her another surge of erotic tingles knowing he could see everything. Then he helped her back into the zodiac before he turned and headed off to his boat.

2019 (written for skip Feb 10 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Skip’s renders)

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