She-male Snuff Carnival chs 7-8 3.9 (7)

Posted on November 30, 2018 by riwa

7 The Wedding Ceremony (Sep 12 ’11)

On the far side of the acreage, a group of people have gathered together. They sit in rows of chairs on the grass on either side of an aisle, facing a modest two-foot high stage with a purple curtain that completely crosses it, hiding whatever lies on the back part of the platform. They are all here to witness the joining of two individuals as one, even as the sounds of the carnival drift overhead.

The bride and groom stand in the middle of the stage between two wooden posts that support a large framed heart. The maid of honor stands next to the bride as the best man stands watch next to the groom. The foursome face a somber looking man in a long, flowing robe.

“My friends,” he begins. “We are gathered together to witness the union of this man and this woman. This is a very special time in their lives as they embark on a new journey together.” Then he faces the groom’s side of the wedding party.

“Who provides the sacrifice for this man?”

A nicely dressed couple moves up the grassy aisle with a bound she-male between them. She is wearing high heels and is dressed in a sheer, nylon body stocking the color of the dress the maid of honor wears. A gag is fitted between her lips so that her voice cannot interfere with the ceremony. “His mother and I,” the man responds as they present the frightened she-male.

The best man comes down, retrieves the bound she-male and takes her over to a post on the right side of the stage. A small amount of wood has been piled around it and a torch blazes nearby in a wooden stand. As mother and father take their seats in the front row the best man secures the trembling she-male to the post.

“And who provides the sacrifice for this woman?” the man in the robe asks the bride’s side of the wedding party.

“Her mother and I,” replies a male voice as yet another older couple march up the aisle with yet another bound she-male, one who is clad in the same attire as the one now secured to the post on the right.

The maid of honor comes down, retrieves the frightened she-male and takes her over to a similar post on the left side of the platform. There she is secured within a similar circular pile of wood, her eyes wide as she whimpers through her gag. Then the maid of honor rejoins the little group up on the platform.

The man in the robe addresses the couple. “Are you two prepared to take this new path in your life?”

“We are,” the couple answers solemnly. They can’t help turning and smiling lovingly at each other.

“You may now light the sacrifices.”

The best man walks over, retrieves the torch and hands it to the groom who steps off the platform and approaches the pile of wood and its frightened occupant on his side. On the other side of the stage the maid of honor hands the torch to the bride who also descends and pauses near her pile of wood and the she-male who waits with wild, frightened eyes.

The groom looks over at his bride and smiles. He recites the words he has been instructed to memorize… “May this sacrifice signify the flames of my love and passion for our new life together.” Then he solemnly lowers the torch into the wood until it starts to burn. His she-male starts to cry out into her gag in terror as she wriggles and thrashes about.

The bride smiles at him and then repeats the same phrase… “May this sacrifice signify the flames of my love and passion for our new life together.” Then she lights the wood as her she-male shakes her head and struggles to free herself, her eyes wide in horror.

The bride and groom return to the platform and hand their torches back to the maid of honor and best man who restore them to their proper locations. Then the foursome gather together to face the man in the robe. The two she-males wriggle and cry out as their respective piles of wood start to burn.

The man in the robe begins the ceremony by explaining the importance of the couple’s union together. As the fire begins to lick up the sheer nylons of the bodies of the two she-males he asks the bride and groom if they understand the new life they are about to engage in. Each one in turn responds with the words, “I understand and I accept.”

He then asks if there be anyone present who believes this union should not take place. When no one responds, he charges those gathered together as witnesses that it is a solemn union. When he asks the congregants if they will support this union they respond as one with the words, “We will.”

The two she-males are almost fully engulfed when the man in the robe asks who has provided the special sacrifice for the bride. “I have,” the maid of honor says solemnly.

She steps forward and pulls the curtain partway aside to reveal yet another she-male in that same sheer nylon color and in high heels. This one is noosed with her hands secured behind her back. She stands unsteadily upon a small stool with a gag in her mouth so as not to disturb the proceedings. She whimpers with fright, her man-cock hard and visible in her hosiery.

The man in the robe then asks who has provided the special sacrifice for the groom. “I have!” the best man answers solemnly as he steps forward to pull aside his section of curtain. It reveals yet another she-male in similar sheer nylon garb and heels standing noosed upon a stool with her arms secured behind her back and a gag in her mouth.

The maid of honor and best man look at each other as though gauging when to start speaking. Then they repeat their memorized words as one… “With this special sacrifice we stand together as witnesses in support of your union.” Then together they kick out the stools underneath each she-male. The best man’s stool nearly goes flying out to where those are sitting, and a small chuckle ripples throughout the assembled spectators.

Both she-males drop with a jerk, setting their nooses tightly around their necks. Then they start to kick and swing as their burning counterparts are by now fully engulfed, their muffled cries no longer audible above the crackling flames. Both of the dangling sacrifices cream their sheer nylons from their spurting man-cocks as they strangle in their nooses. The maid of honor and best man then return to stand next to the bride and groom.

The man in the robe continues the ceremony, allowing the bride and groom to read their vows to each other. “I do’s” and rings are exchanged as the ceremony draws to a close. Then he asks, “Is there one final sacrifice?”

“There is!” the bride and groom respond as one. Then the groom turns to his best man and asks, “Will you prepare my gift to my bride?”

“I will,” he responds.

The bride turns to her maid of honor and asks the same question, getting the same answer. Then both maid of honor and best man approach the remaining curtain and pull it completely down, revealing one last hidden sacrifice.

Two she-males in that same sheer nylon material and high heels kneel facing each other in matching guillotines, their arms bound behind their backs. They are so close together that between them a long, double-ended dildo fills both mouths at the same time so that they cannot cry out and disturb the ceremony. It is apparent they have been there the whole time. Now that they are revealed they begin to grunt and struggle, suspecting their time is growing terribly short.

The maid of honor steps behind the she-male on her side and begins to undress, revealing a sexy black, domination outfit. She is also sporting a rather wicked looking strap-on. Behind the groom’s she-male the best man also undresses, sporting a rather impressive looking cock. Both lean down, cut holes into the sheer nylons of their sacrifices and then begin to thrust hard into the grunting she-males’ asses, fucking them mercilessly.

The bride and groom separate, walking clear around the platform on their respective sides of the stage until they come together again near the levers to their respective guillotines. Then the man in the robe smiles before declaring, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!” The groom pulls her to him and kisses her deeply. Then both take up their positions.

“You may commit the final sacrifice,” the man in the robe tells them. As the two she-males grunt and whimper, their bodies rocking as they are continually fucked, the bride and groom grab onto their respective levers. They turn to face each other, grab a handful of hair of the she-male they are about to behead and then pull the levers together.

The blades whoosh down, severing both heads from their respective bodies at the same time. Both she-males cream themselves as their hardened man-cocks spurt their death-cum within their sheer hosiery. But the heads remain at the same height, the double dildo still impaled in each mouth. Eyes are wide in horror as both neck stumps now spew a spontaneous crimson flow.

The bride and groom lift the heads high to display to the assembly, causing the double-ended dildo to fall out of the open mouths of the she-males. The spectators politely applaud the ending of the ceremony. By now the burning she-males have slumped on their posts as the hanged sacrifices slowly sway back and forth with creamed, soiled nylons.

The maid of honor and best man pull out of the asses of the headless corpses. Each one retrieves a silver tray that lies at the base of each guillotine. The bride puts her head on the tray in the outstretched hands of the maid of honor as the groom puts his on the tray of his best man. Then bride and groom carefully step between the guillotines, careful not to step into the pooling blood.

The maid of honor and best man follow as the newly married couple step down off the platform and walk the aisle together. The best man with his exposed cock and the maid of honor with her dangling strap-on follow, both still in their domination garb. They solemnly carry the heads of the beheaded she-males on their silver platters, effectively ending the ceremony…

 

8 Guillotine demonstrations (Nov 8 ’11)

As it approaches 1pm, a crowd gathers around a stage inside the carnival. A working guillotine stands upon the stage, making the spectators buzz with excitement. A short distance away a cage full of mostly naked she-males fidgets nervously.

Promptly at the top of the hour a Master of Ceremonies ascends the steps to the platform. At the same time a couple of cloaked men retrieve a frightened she-male from the cage. They escort her to the base of the steps and patiently wait as the buzzing murmurs from the crowd dies off.

She is one of the few wearing anything at all. She is dressed in waist high purple pantyhose along with a set of heels that expose much of her feet. The black top she is wearing looks like several spider webs woven together, hardly covering her breasts at all.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the MC announces with a flourish. “Allow me to personally welcome you to today’s She-male Snuff Carnival!” He receives polite applause in response.

“Are you thoroughly enjoying yourselves?” he asks enthusiastically. The crowd cheers and applauds.  “Are you ready to enjoy our guillotine demonstrations?” and the spectators roar their excitement. “Then let’s get started, shall we?” and he motions toward the first she-male standing anxiously at the base of the steps.

The crowd roars as she is escorted up the steps to the platform. Her legs are wobbly, her balance precarious.  Her cock is stiff inside her confining nylons from her terror, her nipples painfully erect.

“Normally an execution of this type would require the subject to be lying face down,” the MC explains with a smile. “But this is not a normal execution. We wish to demonstrate the many different ways one can enjoy beheading a she-male. My assistants will now show you one such way to dress up and then snuff a sexy lady-boy.”

The frightened she-male begins begging and whimpering as she is strapped down onto the bench. Her legs are spread obscenely, bent at the knees and strapped to the corners by her ankles, leaving her ass resting on the very end of the bench. As her head juts out beyond the path of the blade, the top half of the lunette is brought down, locking her neck into place. Her cock is now so hard that it tents her nylons as though trying to burst free.

She does not see the one assistant near her feet produce a disturbingly large butt plug. But she hears the oohs and aahs from the crowd. She whimpers and squirms, sensing something bad is about to happen to her.

Her nylons are torn near her anus, enough to produce a hole big enough to insert the obscenely large plug. She twitches and jerks in anticipation. Then he shoves it in deep and hard. She screams from the brutal violation, much to the delight of the excited spectators.

The other assistant produces an equally large rubber dildo, over a foot long and well over two inches in diameter. He tips her head back, forces her mouth open and slowly pushes it in, inch by agonizing inch. By the time he’s finished forcing it halfway down her throat, barely two inches are left sticking out of her mouth. Seeing the blade hang ominously above her only adds to her terror.

She grunts in agony, her eyes wide and her chest heaving as she struggles to breathe. Her nylons tent even more from her hard cock as her body wriggles in her bindings. The assistant near her head calmly walks over to the rope and grabs on, nodding his readiness to the Master of Ceremonies.

“Is everyone ready for our first beheading of the afternoon?” he asks loudly with a flourish. The crowd roars its approval. “Then help me count down from five!” he declares with enthusiasm.

The crowd begins to chant as the frightened she-male tries to shake her head… “FIVE… FOUR…” She grunts and thrashes about, her cock straining her nylons… “THREE… TWO…” She tries to scream as the crowd yells, “ONE!!!” Then the rope is jerked, popping the release that allows the blade to rush down.

The moment it severs her neck her cock explodes, creaming her nylons as the crowd goes wild. Her head bounces once off the floor of the stage before the assistant bends down to pick it up. Her eyes are open wide in terror as the dildo sticks obscenely out of her mouth.

Blood spurts out of her neck stump, a visible section of severed dildo still lodged in her throat. Her body thrashes about, reflexively bucking and humping against the bench. Then the assistant hands the barely conscious severed head to the MC who displays it to one and all by holding onto a handful of hair.

“The delightful thing about our she-male here is that her mouth is forced open for future use!” he proclaims. “You can even leave the dildo inside! Her head will look great on your mantel!”

The crowd cheers as the body is unstrapped from the bench by the two attendants, blood pooling on the floor below where the neck stump once was. It is carried over to the far side of the platform and laid out, blood still spilling out. The MC then hands the head back to one of the assistants.

He walks it over and places it on the stomach of the decapitated she-male so that it is facing the crowd. Her horrified expression sags in death as she is forced to look upward, the dildo sticking obscenely out of her mouth. Then the two attendants leave the stage to retrieve another subject as a third assistant quickly comes up onstage and resets the blood-dripping blade.

A second she-male is retrieved from the cage and brought over. This one is naked except for a pair of red fish-net stockings. Her cock is semi-hard and she is escorted against her will up on stage.

This one has a little more attitude as she puts up a struggle, much to the delight of the crowd. She curses the assistants who strap her down to the bench. Then a ring-gag is forced between her lips and strapped around her head. Drops of blood from the previous execution splatter onto her neck, boldly proclaiming what will soon be her fate as she looks up in fright at the dripping blade.

“We love a she-male who is feisty, folks!” the Master of Ceremonies tells the spectators. “It makes fucking her as we snuff her so much more enjoyable!” Then he gives them all a knowing wink.

“Of course you know the reason why we use the ring-gag, ladies and gentlemen. There will be no biting on MY stage!” The crowd laughs as the bound she-male tries to curse one and all through her ring-gag, struggling uselessly against the straps.

With a wave the MC tells the assistant to “feel free to shut her up!” In response he pulls open his cloak, showing that he is completely naked as he reveals a healthy, hardened 10 inch member. Then he grabs the she-male’s head, tips it back and brutally rams home his large fuck-tool.

She grunts and gurgles as his thrusting member chokes off her air supply. Then she stiffens and lets out a muffled cry as her ass is brutally violated by an equally large member belonging to the assistant at her feet. To add insult to injury that one also grabs her hardening cock and begins jerking it, much to the delight of the spectators.

Someone in the crowd starts to chant, “RAPE THE BITCH! RAPE THE BITCH!” The spectators pick up the cry, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in rhythm. The two assistants pick up the pace, fucking the bound, grunting she-male harder and faster.

The cry from the crowd slowly morphs into one of “SNUFF THE BITCH! SNUFF THE BITCH!” As if on cue the frontal assistant grabs the rope and looks down expectantly at the lady-boy. As she looks up at him with a mouthful of thrusting dick her expression changes. The hovering blade now terrifies her.

Gone is the defiance, replaced with a look of sheer horror. She grunts and struggles, trying to shake her head no. Then the Master of Ceremonies cries out, “HELP ME COUNT HER DOWN, FOLKS!”

As the crowd chants “FIVE… FOUR…” the assistant wisely withdraws his cock so that it only fills her mouth. “THREE… TWO…” and he smiles at the she-male who looks up at him in horror, her defiance long gone. “ONE!” and he jerks on the rope as his free hand hangs onto the woman’s head.

The blade whooshes down, flashing steel slicing cleanly through her neck. But her head barely moves, blood streaming down into a pool on the floor of the stage. He adjusts his grip, holding onto her head with both hands and savagely fucking her mouth as her skull remains impaled upside down on his thrusting cock. Her body bucks and jerks against the straps in its dying throes as cum suddenly spurts out of her cock, arcing in the air before splattering her tits.

The attendant in her ass roars his release, filling her rectum with his seed as her muscles reflexively clench his thrusting dick. At the same time the assistant fucking her mouth pushes his cock clear through until the top of it juts out of her bloody neck. Then his seed spurts up and then comes down, adding to the splatter upon her heaving mounds as the crowd roars its approval.

To the amusement of the spectators he rotates the head all the way around his thrusting member as the assistant to the rear finishes off fucking the she-male’s ass. Then he pulls the head off his cock and hands it to the Master of Ceremonies. The MC lifts it up by a handful of hair and displays it to the murderous, cheering throng.

Everyone gets a good view of the sagging expression as the light of life slowly fades out of her eyes. The mouth remains open in the shape of a large “O” from the large cock that had been thrusting through mere moments ago. The crowd whoops and hollers, cheering the efforts of the two attendants.

The Master of Ceremonies stands there displaying the severed head as the assistants unstrap the body of the decapitated she-male. They carry it over and lay it next to the body of the guillotine’s previous victim. Then one of them takes the severed head from the MC and places it upon the stomach of the lady-boy, the two heads almost mirroring each other’s horrified expressions as they look upward. The two assistants quickly descend the steps to retrieve yet another subject as the third attendant once more comes up onstage and efficiently resets the blood-dripping blade.

“Is everyone having a good time?” the MC asks with a flourish. The spectators cheer. Then a naked Latina she-male is retrieved and escorted over to the steps. By now the audience is in full bloodlust.

She is brought up onstage and roughly strapped down, whimpering pitifully as her cock hardens and twitches. A few drops of blood splatter onto her face from the hovering blade, and she cries out fearfully. “I’ll need some male volunteers for this one!” the Master of Ceremonies declares. Several members of the audience raise their hands.

The lady-boy is ring-gagged and almost ready when the announcer encourages the men to come up on stage and get in line. “We’re going to give this one the fucking of her life, boys!” he declares with a grand gesture. The males cheer as their female companions squeal with excitement.

The assistant near her legs motions for the first in line to go ahead and start fucking her ass as the crowd chants, “RAPE THE BITCH! RAPE THE BITCH!” The lady-boy’s cock gets even harder and is quickly grabbed and jerked by her rapist. Meanwhile several males congregate around her head and drop their drawers. They begin masturbating together as the other assistant encourages them to take turns thrusting into her mouth.

It isn’t long before a masturbated cock goes off, splattering her face. The man in her mouth explodes and cum overflows, dripping down her chin. Another cock explodes, matting her hair with spunk.

Two males masturbating in line are encouraged to come forward and cum all over the writhing, grunting lady-boy. They eagerly step forward and spurt their loads all over her heaving tits. Men who are struggling to wait in line are told to feel free to cum all over her body if they are unable to hold it back long enough to wait for the ass to become available.

The man fucking her rectum roars his release, leaving a deposit that is quickly jammed deeper inside as a new cock takes its place. Other men come forward and cum all over her stomach and tits. Near the front of the guillotine the frightened she-male’s face becomes coated as several cocks spew their loads.

The chant of the crowd soon changes to “SNUFF THE BITCH! SNUFF THE BITCH!” The assistant moves close to grab the rope as several men masturbate around her head. Others encircle her body, unable to wait much longer.

“THE COUNTDOWN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” the MC calls out over the din. Immediately the crowd begins the chant. The frightened lady-boy shivers in horror as blood drips down upon her neck from the blade waiting above her.

“FIVE… FOUR…” She grunts and whimpers, instinctively thrashing against the straps holding her down…

“THREE… TWO…” A large drop of blood ominously splatters onto her neck and she tries to scream…

“ONE!” and the rope is jerked, releasing the blade to fall along its deadly path.

It whooshes down, slicing cleanly through her neck as the crowd roars its approval. Her body instantly bucks and jerks about, her cock spewing an amazing amount of cum that arcs up into the air and then splatters onto her tits. She convulses in her death throes as her ass instinctively clenches onto the cock raping her.

Her head drops off the cock fucking her mouth and bounces off the bloody floor. The assistant dutifully picks it back up and holds it out at arm’s length, allowing the masturbating men a chance to spurt all over the dying she-male’s face. She takes several shots in the eyes and cheeks, a look of utter horror in her features as the man in her ass roars his release.

One of the women calls out from below the stage, asking for permission to be allowed to come on up and lick the cum off the she-male’s dead body. Several others voice similar desires. The Master of Ceremonies obliges by summoning for a table to be brought over for the bloodthirsty crowd.

The body is unstrapped and brought down off the stage to the table. Several females gather around and immediately start licking the cum off the naked flesh as men line up to continue fucking the decapitated she-male’s ass. Four women share the severed head, four sets of tongues licking hungrily.

The bodies of the other two lady-boys are requested and two more tables are brought over. The stage area is in full orgy as the spectators take part in sexually degrading the three decapitated subjects. No sooner does cum splatter one of the bodies than a female is right there to lick it right off.

Scant attention is paid to the platform, especially since it looks for the moment like the guillotine is being taken down. But the carnival patrons soon take notice when it actually looks like a second guillotine is being set up, one with a blade somewhat wider than the first. For a moment it looks like there might be two beheadings in the offing.

When construction is quickly completed, the Master of Ceremonies takes center stage and asks if the crowd would like to see one more. With a roar from the spectators he dutifully summons the assistants to go fetch one more subject. A forth she-male is quickly brought over from the cage, this one topless with sheer white, waist high nylons with spider webs on each leg.

At first there is confusion, especially when a second she-male is not summoned for the other guillotine. A moment later it becomes crystal clear as she is strapped down to the bench. The second blade is not placed for a second head but rather to cut the unfortunate lady-boy in half, severing her waist near the top of her nylons. The original blade hangs ominously over her head with blood continuing to drip down, indicating that her head is not to be spared.

The crowd becomes giddy with bloodlust as the ring-gag is strapped into her mouth. The frightened she-male grunts and whimpers as her erect cock tents her nylons. She stares upward in horror at the blade that awaits her, wincing each time a drop of blood splatters ominously upon her neck.

Her eyes are wide in disbelief at the cruel fate that awaits her. Not only is she to be beheaded, but they also plan on cutting her body in half!! She finds herself mentally praying she will be decapitated first.

Once again the MC asks several male volunteers to come up onstage, this time with instructions to masturbate and get themselves ready for the moment of truth. Then he asks if the two very helpful assistants should be allowed to enjoy themselves once again for their services. The spectators clap and cheer in agreement, causing the two attendants to take up positions on either end of the frightened, squirming lady-boy.

A hole is torn in the she-male’s nylons. Then the assistant at her feet thrusts hard into her ass, causing her to cry out in agony. The assistant in front quickly jams his cock down her throat, reducing her to grunts and groans. Several volunteers stand around stroking themselves, waiting to see what they’ll be doing next.

The horrified she-male is brutally raped, the crowd cheering on the two assistants. Every drop of blood that splatters on her neck from the dripping blade above is a cruel reminder of the fate that awaits her. Then the Master of Ceremonies raises his hands for attention. “ON THE COUNT OF TEN!” he declares, loud enough to be heard by one and all.

The unfortunate she-male shudders in abject horror, terrified as to what is about to befall her as the crowd starts to chant, “TEN… NINE…”

She struggles helplessly against the straps holding her down, trying to beg through a mouthful of cock to be released… “EIGHT… SEVEN…”

Her cock hardens in fearful arousal, straining inside her nylons while her ass-fucking rapist rubs it as the bloodthirsty spectators continue… “SIX… FIVE…”

A cock thrusts deep down her throat, cutting off her airway… “FOUR… THREE…”

She is terrified beyond belief, horribly aroused as she is brutalized in both ends … “TWO… ONE…”

…and then the blade over her midsection suddenly whooshes down.

She jerks and screams into the cock in her mouth from the sharp pain as the murderous crowd roars its approval. Her cock goes off a split-second later, creaming her nylons as she suffers through a pain no one should ever have to endure. Her chest and torso jerk and convulse from being severed in two. Then the bench she is lying upon is rotated into two sections by the two assistants, separated like she’s just been a part of some sort of magician’s trick.

She doesn’t feel the cocks that plunge into the bloody insides of her lower half. But she certainly feels them as they fuck the internal organs gushing out of her upper half. Then she hears the crowd chanting once more.

“FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE!” and the bloody blade above her head whooshes down.

A sharp pain that slices right through her neck. At least now she feels nothing below that so that she no longer feels her organs being ruthlessly fucked. But her sense of hearing still functions as she hears the roar of the crowd.

Her head tumbles and bounces off the bloody floor before it is picked up. Then cum spurts into her eyes from cock after cock, each one parading before her horrified line of sight. She cannot even blink the spunk out of her eyes.

Her head is lifted up into the air to bloodthirsty cheers. Then she is turned so that she can witness the damage being done. Her body is cut in half, lying in two separate sections. Vile, disgusting carnival patrons fuck her ass, neck stump, and upper and lower halves in two groups. Several men spurt all over her naked, convulsing torso as women swarm up onstage to lick it off.

She cannot curse them and she cannot scream. The look of horror is frozen on her face. Blood is everywhere as she is turned to face the audience where she acknowledges the decapitated bodies of the three who have been up on stage before her. Then her expression sags as she mercifully fades away.

“That concludes our guillotine presentation for today!” the Master of Ceremonies proclaims. “Feel free to enjoy yourselves for awhile with our four lovely young subjects!” There is applause as he comes down from the stage. But the perverse orgy of necrophilia continues with the four bodies…

2011; 2018 (written for Sessha Nov 8 ’11; ed. May 16 ‘18 by riwa)

(Pictures are for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Male stories, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The Peace Treaty 4-5 3.5 (2)

Posted on November 30, 2018 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.)

4 Tidal Stakes

I am angry and bitter as I go searching the hotel for someone to vent my wrath against. I cannot believe mother knew nothing of this! I wish to express my feelings to her but she is nowhere to be found.

Gabrielle suddenly appears with my younger sister Anoria, who is all of eighteen and a half. She is in her bathing suit, but she is not wet. I hope she does not ask me to go for a swim with her. I am not in the mood.

“We must go now, little one,” my handmaiden says quietly. Then I look closer at Anoria’s face. My eyes widen in horror as my chest tightens in realization.

“Now?” I murmur in disbelief. Gabrielle nods quietly.

“It is okay, little one,” Anoria tells me as she strokes my hair. “I will be brave; I promise. I will make the family and all of Capree proud.” But I can tell by the look in her eyes it is a bravado she does not entirely feel.

I take her hand, and she smiles and appears to relax a little. Gabrielle walks us out to the beach where we follow it down the shoreline. When we round a corner I see a large floating wooden raft with a camera mounted upon it. A female tends to it as though totally unaffected by what is happening around her.

The camera faces two stakes, one to which Prince Osman is already binding some young man – a brother I presume? His best man stands watch nearby. The other post must be for Anoria.

My mind registers the scene in but a moment. I can tell by the way the beach slopes upward that the tops of the stakes will be well underwater at high tide. That’s when I begin to tremble as my chest tightens again. May the gods give me the strength to do this evil deed to my beloved sister.

Anoria instinctively grips my hand tighter as we approach. There is no one to tell me what to do, no one to instruct me. I am simply left to do this on my own at the proper time with the guidance of Gabrielle.

The Prince looks at me but does not say anything. I look at my handmaiden again for confirmation. She nods but says nothing. She is moved by my pain.

I move my youngest sister to the other stake. Then I proceed to tie her to it using the cords I find waiting for me. “I am going to miss supper,” she observes nervously. “What do they expect me to do… open my mouth and allow some fish to swim inside?” I smile at her bravado and attempt at humor as I struggle to hold back the tears.

When I am done I step back to admire my work. I cannot believe I am about to lose my younger sister. She had so much to look forward to. But now this stupid war has taken away her future, just as it has taken away mine.

The water is already nearing her toes when Gabrielle motions for me to come with her. With determination I tell her, “No! I am not leaving Anoria… not like this!”

“Go if you have to,” my younger sister tells me with kindness and love. But I can see by the look in her eyes she would rather I stay. Next to her the young man glances at us and then looks hopefully at the Prince.

“I am staying!” I declare to my handmaiden as I start to strip out of my clothes. Anoria smiles as though she is greatly relieved I will be here for her. Gabrielle starts to open her mouth, but then wisely appears to think better of it.

When I am down to my undergarments, I carry the rest of my clothes up the slope so they will not get wet. The Prince looks at his brother tied to the stake and then looks at me as I return. “Well if she’s not going then I’m certainly not going!” he declares.

He strips down to his boxers as I scowl at him. Then I give Anoria a big hug before wading out to sit on the edge of the floating raft. As much as this will pain me, I will not leave until it is over.

The female operating the camera gives me an annoyed look, but says nothing. Perhaps by sitting down I caused the wooden platform to shift around a little, affecting her camera angle. But I do not care.

Gabrielle looks at me and then waves her arms in surrender. Prince Osman’s best man appears to give up as well. The two walk back in the direction we came, staying well away from each other.

The Prince wades out in his boxers and sits on the edge of the floating raft as far from me as possible, making it shift a little in the water. Four ropes anchor it to the bottom, but it still moves some. The female camera operator scowls at him, but he just glares back at her in disgust.

The first waves of the tide reach and then cover two sets of bare feet. It is pure agony to watch. But I can tell Anoria is glad I am staying here with her. If she is going to die, she has every right to desire a member of our family to be here with her.

I do not know why mother and father are not here. Perhaps they cannot handle it. Perhaps it is because of another edict from the council. Maybe they are in negotiations for my impending nuptials.

As the hours pass, the sun lowers in the sky as the tide slowly comes in, climbing higher and higher up Anoria’s body. She gasps as it climbs her legs… gasps again when it reaches her crotch. It is distressing to watch, yet I cannot leave her. What is more, I find myself beginning to feel the shameful stirrings of what… sexual excitement at her slow drowning?

I want to go hug her again and again. But I remain rooted in place, my legs dangling in the water as I sit on the raft. She tries to show her bravery, but her smile ends up faltering.

My stomach starts growling. I have not eaten since the flight to the island. It is loud enough that I get looks from everyone.

Anoria smiles at me, chuckling at my predicament. “I can hear your hunger from here, little one. You must go eat something or I will think a lion has come to devour me on the stake.” A growl next to me indicates the Prince is hungry as well.

“I am staying here,” I tell her firmly. Again I see the gratitude in her face. When the Prince looks at me, I can tell he feels obligated to remain as well. Do I detect grudging admiration in his eyes before he looks away?

The water reaches Anoria’s protruding breasts and then climbs up to her neck. My breath catches in my throat as she starts to whimper. Next to her the Prince’s brother begins to squirm in growing unease. But he is taller than my sister. He will live to watch her drown first, and that angers me, the filthy Bakir!

It is getting dark as the water slowly climbs my youngest sister’s face, reaching her mouth. She instinctively tips her head back, wanting each and every breath. The young man next to her does not seem to want to watch, perhaps fully aware he will soon be suffering the same physical distress.

My breath catches in my throat as I helplessly watch. Those shameful sexual stirrings get stronger. I wish I could brush them aside like swatting away a fly. When I catch the Prince glancing at Anoria longer than he should, I give him an angry glare.

Soon the waves come in, rising to cover her mouth and then dropping to let her breathe. It is sheer torture hearing her gasp and sputter as she swallows water. Her eyes are wide with fright as her body instinctively fights to stay alive.

I cannot stand it any longer. I leave the raft and swim to her. “Help me, little one!” she sputters.

Since I cannot free her, I can only assume she wants me to help put an end to it. I can tell she has instinctively risen on her tiptoes. Her body naturally struggles for each breath.

There is a lump in my throat as I look at her. She bravely nods her head. I do not know if it is for her sake or mine.

“I love you, Anoria!” I declare loudly so that I can be heard above the rush of the tide. “I love you too, little one!” she sputters. Then I come around in front and give her one last hug.

Her body is warm. But it is her spasms I feel against me, her struggles to keep breathing that cause me to tremble from a perverse excitement. This is not right, but I must remain and be brave.

“Try not to hold your breath!” I encourage her. “It will only prolong the inevitable!” But I hear her gasp anyway.

I take her head and pull it down into my bosom below the surface. My heart hammers in my chest; can she feel it? I can certainly feel hers.

Tears fill my eyes as I hold her tight, refusing to allow her head back up. I seriously doubt she would be able to get a decent breath now in any event. There is too much tide… too much water.

“Just let it out, sis,” I murmur quietly as I struggle not to sob. “Just let it out. It will all be over soon.” Then there is a flush of bubbles against my chest. Almost immediately she starts to thrash about in my grasp.

I choke back a sob as she struggles against me. I should be freeing her, not helping to drown her. But the council has decided her future by ordaining her death. It is almost more than I can bear.

I feel her convulsions as she tries to breathe. More bubbles burst up at the surface. Then her body quiets as her struggles lessen.

At last there is no movement. The water emotionlessly nears the top of her stake, giving no thought to whom it has taken. The sun has gone down and my sister’s last breath has gone with it.

Next to me I hear the gaspings of the Prince’s brother as he struggles for air. His head is tipped back. But water sloshes into his mouth which he spits back out. On the raft the Prince watches coldly, virtually unmoved.

Figures…

I cannot help myself as I remain to watch the filthy Bakir suffer. I wish him nothing but a painful drowning. As he bubbles and struggles I find the excitement swelling within me. Without even realizing what I am doing I find myself shamefully humping my younger sister’s unmoving form.

The Prince’s brother gasps, sputters… chokes. But I cannot help myself. As far as I am concerned it serves him right. The least his dying can do is to provide a Capree like me with some small pleasure after all the lives his kind has claimed these many years.

Bubbles start coming up as he thrashes about, the water lowering to taunt him and then rising back up with the incoming tide. His drowning gives me great pleasure, and I shamefully I hump the body of my dead sister even harder. I climax the moment the filthy Bakir spews the last of his air and finally goes limp underwater.

Only then do I become fully aware of the shameful way I have just used the body of my beloved sister. Only then do I realize I have taken pleasure from the suffering of another. What has become of me?

Tears stream down my face as I move back. I grab Anoria’s head and tip it back to look into her eyes. Her expression reflects the horror she must have felt as she drowned, her mouth open from her last attempts to receive air. But in her vacant eyes I believe I see some semblance of the gratitude she had for my staying here with her.

I hear splashing in the water. I turn to see the Prince swim toward shore as it grows dark all around us. I am thoroughly disgusted with him, disgusted with all Bakir. Then I slip my head under the water long enough to kiss the forehead of my dear sister one last time before I make my way back to shore and retrieve my clothes…

5 Gallows Volunteer

When I arrive back at the hotel, Gabrielle takes me down to the restaurant before the kitchen closes. My stomach says I am hungry. But it is exceedingly hard for me to eat anything. Then mother comes into the dining room and rushes up to me.

I rise up and fall into her arms, the tears flowing as I sob over the loss of Anoria and Akiel. She tells me how sorry she is and expresses her gratitude that I stayed with my younger sibling until the very end. She explains that she barely had time to say her goodbyes before being called away along with father.

“I cannot believe it, little one!” she declares. “We are still in negotiations! I assumed most of the details had already been resolved!”

Hope suddenly swells within me. “Does this mean there may not be any more executions?”

“I do not know, little one. We can only hope.” Then she kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.

“I must return,” she sighs. “We are taking a break and I had to search the grounds to find you.” Then she looks at my unfinished meal.

“Please eat, little one! Do it for me!” Then she is gone. Gabrielle nods at me hopefully, so I satisfy them both by going back to my plate, having found the appetite to eat a little more…

—

After the meal my handmaiden and I take a walk outside the hotel. We stroll near the deck where the beheadings occur. But all we see are blocks and the blood stains of the slain. Then we hear a distinctive… THWAP!

 We head off in the direction of the sound and come across the public gallows. A noosed female hooded in white with straps around her knees and ankles jerks spasmodically as she hangs through the trap. A man descends the steps to the gallows and smiles at us when he sees us.

“It was her greatest fantasy,” he says by way of excited explanation. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she orgasmed as she plummeted through the trap before her neck was broken. Good night, ladies.” He nods politely as he heads off toward the hotel bar.

Gabrielle and I watch as the body is released from the noose and taken away. There are no more executions scheduled at the moment as there is no one else in line. The guard sees us and comes over to us.

“Are you two ladies here for an execution?”

“No, sir,” I reply quietly. “We are just observing. I hope we are not in the way.”

“You’re fine,” he says with a smile. Then he goes back and takes up his post in case he is needed.

“I believe I need a drink,” I tell Gabrielle. She nods as though she might need one herself. We end up heading off in the direction of the bar, both of us needing something to settle our nerves.

The two of us end up sitting at a booth deep in thought as we sip on our drinks. I cannot even begin to imagine what my handmaiden is thinking. She has been with our family for a long time. I can only surmise what she is going through, what with the executions of my family and my betrothal to a Bakir.

Seeing my younger sister at the stake must have been very hard on her. But she never mentions it and I do not bring it up. No doubt it would be painful for the both of us to dwell upon.

I notice a young woman in a modest dress step into the bar and look all around as though looking for someone. When she looks our way recognition suddenly flashes in her eyes. She has the appearance of a Bakir and I grimace inwardly in disgust when she comes over to our table.

“I know your face,” she says when she steps up to us. “You are the one to marry Prince Osman. Is that not so?”

“I am,” I state quietly, trying to hide my disdain. There is something oddly familiar about her face.

“Word has it that you beheaded your betrothed and that you drowned your youngest sister at the stake today. Is this also true?” I stiffen at the painful memories and my eyes flash angrily.

“What is it to you, Bakir?” I snort, barely able to conceal my contempt. I am not looking for a fight. But I will gladly join one if it comes my way as I am in a very sour mood.

“May I join you?” she asks politely. Then she looks all around in a conspiratorial manner before quietly adding, “I have information you may find enlightening.”

“What information? What value could your words possibly have to someone such as I?”

“I understand your mistrust, Capree maiden. Rest assured, you will want to know what I have to say.”

“Perhaps,” I reply unconvincingly. Then I wave for her to join us. “Have a seat, Bakir. We will hear this so-called information you claim to have.” But the young woman balks before sitting down.

“I will gladly share it with you,” she says quietly. “But first you must promise to grant my request.”

“What request, Bakir?” I snort derisively. I sense duplicity. Gabrielle looks at me in warning, shaking her head.

“It is a simple request, one you will have no trouble fulfilling.”

“How do I know this is not some Bakir trick?” I ask coldly.

“You have my word; it is no trick. But we must speak quickly. Then you must grant my request. I trust your word as a Capree.” Now she has me curious, both about the information she has as well as this request she wishes to ask of me.

I look questioningly at Gabrielle. She suspects a trap as well and again shakes her head. For some reason my curiosity has been piqued and I give my assent.

“Your request will be granted. You may sit and give us your information.” She sits down and then looks at me with sorrow in her eyes.

“Tell me true: was that really your sister on the stake? And did you really behead your Capree betrothed?” Gabrielle bristles at the implication we may have somehow tried to deceive both the Bakir and the peace process.

“How dare you ask such a thing?” she snorts in disgust. “Can you not see the pain in her eyes? She stayed behind with Anoria the whole time even though I did not! What is it you want, Bakir?”

Amazingly the young woman’s eyes begin to tear up. “I am very sorry for your loss,” she says in a hushed whisper. “But I fear my people are deceiving you.” She pauses before adding, “That was not my brother on the stake.”

“Not your brother?” I repeat in surprise. Gabrielle’s face betrays her shock and anger at this revelation.

“I am the sister of Prince Osman,” she tells me quickly. “I am Drucilla. My family is not sharing in the sacrifices of this peace. That is why there are still ongoing negotiations.” Then she lowers her head in shame as she tells us, “I was not aware you had actually sacrificed someone so dear to you as your sister and your betrothed.”

Instantly I am infuriated. “That filthy Bakir Prince!” I spit out, my anger frothing to a boil.

Drucilla is quick to correct me. “Forgive me, Capree maiden, but I do not think he knows. He honestly believes both sides are being duplicitous in this matter. He may be Bakir, but he is honorable. If he truly knew of your sacrifice, the pain of your loss…”

“Spare me your platitudes!” I snort derisively, totally disgusted with her and her kind. “You have given us your information. Now be gone with you!” It is with great effort I do not spit or swear at her.

“Not before you grant my request,” she says quietly.

“What is your request, Bakir?” I retort sarcastically as I spit out the word of their kind. “What demand can you possibly make of me now that I would even remotely consider honoring?”

She takes a deep breath before answering in a quivering voice. “I want you to execute me, Capree maiden. The dishonor of my people and my family shames me. I wish to be taken out to the gallows to be hanged.”

I am stunned. My handmaiden cannot believe it either as she gasps, “Are you insane?? If word gets out that a Capree has hanged a Bakir…?”

“…then they will know of our duplicity,” Drucilla finishes firmly. “Our family has been dishonored by your great sacrifice. I wish to help restore that honor. I will be the first to be executed. Maybe then they will come to their senses.”

I am stunned. “Do you realize what you are asking of me?”

“I do,” she whispers softly. Then she lowers her head in embarrassment.

“I have other reasons… shameful reasons… personal reasons. But my secret, intimate desires are unimportant. What matters is that my family… my people… will be alerted to this horrible wrong being perpetrated upon your people and upon your family.”

Instantly my attitude softens at the incredible request of this young woman. If Drucilla is indeed one of many Bakir who think and feel as she does, then I have harbored a falsehood about our warring neighbors. Perhaps these people are not so bad after all.

The idea of hanging a woman with such an honorable request is disturbing. And yet it is strangely exciting. I cannot fathom why I am becoming perversely aroused at the idea. Maybe it is because she is a Bakir.

“When do you wish to be executed?” I ask solemnly.

My handmaiden is horrified. “Surely you are not thinking about granting her request!”

Drucilla simply looks at her and then back at me. She seems fearful I might change my mind and back out of our agreement. “You must,” the Bakir woman insists, “…for the sake of both our peoples… for the sake of my family’s honor and for me.” Then she lowers her head in shame.

“It should have been me who drowned at the stake today. I will not dishonor the sacrifice of your sister by denying my rightful place by her side in the afterlife. I beg you: honor my request.”

I am touched by this Bakir woman, and I take a deep breath. Why do tears want to well up in my eyes over this enemy of my country? But I have given my word. A Capree woman must always fulfill her vow.

“I will honor your request,” I tell her firmly. Then I glare at Gabrielle, indicating she will not try to interfere. She nods reluctantly with understanding.

Drucilla sighs as though a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders. “Thank you,” she murmurs softly. But now I have butterflies in my stomach…

—

“Checking out?” the hotel concierge asks carefully. Drucilla nods quietly as she signs the ‘consent for execution’ form. But when Gabrielle moves to sign for me I stop her.

“I will sign the form as executioner,” I say solemnly. “If a Bakir is to be executed by a Capree then I must take full responsibility for such an action.”

“No!” my handmaiden protests. “You must be protected from the consequences of this act. Besides, a Capree should not execute a Bakir in this manner.”

“It is done,” I state as I sign my name.

Drucilla looks at me appreciatively. “You are an honorable woman. I hope I die well for you.”

I nod at her as I bind her arms behind her back. I am strangely excited as we march her out to the gallows. “This is a bad idea,” Gabrielle murmurs unhappily. But it was not her decision to make. The young Bakir woman seems resolute… even somewhat excited at the prospects of what awaits her.

It is late. For the moment there is no one in line at the Gallows as we approach. “Perhaps we will not be seen,” my handmaiden whispers, understandably anxious over what I am about to do to a Bakir.

“I hope we are!” I reply defiantly, my excitement growing.

The guard looks at us and smiles as we approach. “I see you are back,” he observes. “And I see you have brought someone with you.”

“We have information that must be relayed to your superiors,” Drucilla tells him firmly. Then she relates to him everything she told Gabrielle and I in the hotel bar. He nods solemnly, assuring her the proper authorities will be notified.

“Everything that happens here tonight is by my request,” the Bakir tells him. “No condemnation must fall upon the heads of either of these two honorable women.”

“Understood,” the guard tells her. Then he waves us forward.

Gabrielle stays behind as I assist Drucilla up the steps to the gallows. My heart is pounding furiously as I position her over the trap. “A few minor additions to my request if you do not mind,” she murmurs to me. I nod solemnly, struggling not to be emotionally overcome by the bravery of this one honorable woman among such a dishonorable people.

I strap her ankles together and then do the same above her knees. Then according to her instructions I pull down the top of her dress, ripping it and exposing her breasts. Her nipples are hard, her breathing labored. I am terribly excited as well.

“Now kiss me,” she begs. “Kiss me and fondle me like a lover.”

I have experimented with another woman before. It was not altogether unpleasant. But this time I feel certain stirrings… shameful stirrings over what I am about to do to her.

I kiss her deeply, groping her heaving mounds as though I might take her. When we pull away I discover she is as breathless as I am, appearing to stand on the precipice of a sexual climax. How can this be?

I grab for an available white hood and pull it down over her head. Then I throw the noose over the crossbar and cinch it tight around her throat. She gasps and whimpers, her thighs squeezing together.

“Now hang me,” she breathes heavily through her hood. “Hang me like the filthy Bakir slut I am.”

“No,” I murmur thoughtfully. “I will hang you like the lover you could have been had our paths crossed under different circumstances.”

I fondle her mounds one more time, noticing how erect her nipples are. I do not understand why I am so affected by all of this. Then I pull up her dress and rub the sticky fabric protecting her dripping slit.

She writhes and moans, whimpering plaintively. Then I step back and reach for the lever. “Goodbye, Drucilla. Say hello to my sister Anoria when you reach the afterlife.”

“Goodbye, Capree maiden,” she murmurs breathlessly. Then I pull the lever…

THWAP! CRACK!

She plummets through, her neck snapping in an instant. I step forward and peer down to see her body jerking in death, spasming as her legs kick aimlessly. I do not know why I find myself wondering if she had an orgasm as she fell. I am ashamed to admit that I nearly did. Then I descend the steps to the gallows and join Gabrielle who has been watching the entire time.

The two of us stare breathlessly at the hanged Bakir woman, her nipples still hard upon her exposed breasts. Liquid trickles down her legs to splatter upon the ground. Her bladder has released in death as her body slowly sways back and forth.

“Incredible,” Gabrielle breathes, trembling noticeably. “Simply incredible.” I am trembling as well, but I decide not to voice my impressions. I’m too ashamed of the way my body is tingling.

We both look at the guard who nods formally at us. Then my handmaiden and I leave the gallows area hand in hand. The two of us are deeply affected by what we have just witnessed… what I have just participated in…

(written for Arachnid Dec 16 ’11 by riwa)

Posted in Santamos Island stories | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 4.5 (2)

Posted on November 28, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming December rewards
Who survived the snuff room? What’s next for John and Jaime at the Club?
What’s next for the inmates on the Island of death-row inmates?
Miss Woodcock hangs her first student at Dolcett High – the conclusion.
Ella the agent gets dunked.
Dorothy gets executed on Santamos Island. It was a different kind of lottery.
Three actresses who never got work go out in style.
Holly has an underwater Playboy shoot her two model friends are jealous over.
Kajal is strangled by her boyfriend for being unfaithful.
More of the Peace treaty as an added bonus.
And any other stories I might want to post in December.

October stories/rewards will fall off at the end of November to make room for December rewards. Kidney stones appear to be gone, but apparently I picked up a gallstone as a replacement. How stupid was that of me? My gallstone and I thank you for being my patrons. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And I hope your Thanksgiving was full of good food and created some nice memories.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Our Fantasy Weekend Getaway 3 (11-6-18)

6684 words – $7.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the conclusion to the erotic weekend between Paul and Brooke.

Sunday afternoon Paul takes Brooke out on the boat to a location called Poseidon’s Caverns. After a few tunnel swims he takes her to a more challenging passage known as Poseidon’s Revenge, a passage that is rumored to have claimed three lives.

Later that evening Paul and Brooke go for one last swim out in the lagoon. Paul takes a couple of pony bottles along, but Brooke gets a little subordinate and Paul has to “orally set her straight” so to speak. But what will happen with the pony bottles run dry? (21 pages; 16 renders)

(Included is the 4:39 clip Paul sent me that inspired it all. He has allowed me to share it with you so you can watch it to see where I added to his narrative in this 3-chapter saga.)

Seducing Uncle Richie 2 (plus bonus) (11-15-18)

17191 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a second chapter to that story in the style of the Dear Diary series. Included is an older story for your reading enjoyment.

Seducing Uncle Richie 2 – Another swim with Uncle Richie in their pool leads to more embarrassment. So Stephanie arranges for a private swim so she can put his mind at ease, a swim that becomes wildly erotic. Will she convince him to swim with them again? How much farther will he go as they try to seduce him? (17 pages)

 A restless night – Unable to rest, Mariah decides to go for a little swim to get herself off. She has an indoor pool that connects to the one outside. She goes out into the cooler water, only to get herself trapped under the pool cover while her little dog watches (yes, a fanfiction starring THAT singer). (14 pages)

Doing the MILF (Plus bonus) (reactivated 11-23-18)

9071 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a pair of newly written JustPaul illustrated stories, originally inspired by a couple of his renders.

Doing the MILF (part 1) – Shaun moves into a house with a shallow hot tub in the back yard. He has a fuck-buddy named Stella who he invites over to use the hot tub every now and then. He also has a family of four as next door neighbors. But Janice the wife seems attracted to him.

Stella believes this wife is interested in him judging by the way she comes on to him. And so it would seem, as Janice likes to come over and use the hot tub naked while masturbating. One night she comes over while Shaun is sitting naked in the tub… and asks if she can masturbate while he is watching. (20 pics; 24 pages)

Home Early – Eleanor has a gut feeling her husband may be cheating on her and shares her suspicions with her friends during ladies night out. They suggest she drive back home to see if she can catch him in the act. And surprise – surprise… she does! What happens next does not go well for someone. (6 pics; 9 pages)

Synchro Ambition (plus bonus) (reactivated 11-23-18)

14159 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard. I was inspired by some of JustPaul’s clips and pictures and started another illustrated story. But this one ended up combining vidcaps from several different clips the longer it became. My long-windedness ends up being to your benefit. Included is an older erotic underwater story I just edited with an addition of nearly 800 words.

Synchro Ambition – Camille transfers to a new school where she joins the synchro swim team. She starts to make friends and uses her sexuality to seduce a teammate at the bottom of the pool. But she has ambitions which are fueled when she catches the coach fucking their synchro team captain at the bottom of the dive pool. What will happen when she tries to make the team captain step down in order to further her ambitions? (32 pictures and 35 pages)

Mika’s bubble troubles – Mika has a black hood pulled over her had so she cannot see. Her wrists are tied behind her back and she is tossed into a pool where her lover Marcel plays a little game with her similar to the AF clip Casting Call, resulting in several orgasms. (9 pages)

Emma and the suspicious boat (reactivated 11-23-18)

36725 words – $7.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the entire saga of Emma and the suspicious boat. I’ve combined all 10 chapters into one special bundle at a reduced price from its previous listing.

1-5 A suspicious boat has been anchoring in the marina, raising concerns they might be engaging in an illegal activity that could put the facility at risk. Since Emma is a curiosity-seeker and is considered to be the resident snoop, she is asked to go investigate. After giving the owner a bj (and after her boss drools over her in her wetsuit) she is off.

She uses the marina’s zodiac to locate the suspicious boat in a curious location. Emma dons her twin tanks and goes under to investigate. It isn’t long before she is spotted, a situation further complicated when her valve starts acting up. Two female divers with spearguns go after her, resulting in a very narrow escape.

The next day it is back in the river gathering data from the sensors located in cages at the bottom of the river. But she has been followed and is ambushed. She is trapped inside a cage with her air supply dwindling rapidly. (5 chapters in 30 pages)

6-10 Stephanie is suspicious not only about the boat, but about her employee’s possible involvement. So Emma is sent back out to get something more substantial to present to the authorities. She waits on Stephanie’s boat at the dock until the suspicious boat pulls in. Then she sneaks on board to look around, only to get trapped down in the cabin when the owner returns.

Emma hides in a closet as the boat pulls away. But she is in cramped, stuffy quarters that leads to more erotic stimulation than she wants in her perilous situation. She tries to get off the boat but is captured by the owner.

She is sexually abused by the woman who lost her lover to the speargun in the earlier chapters. Then she is dangled from the winch and is dunked several times. It is finally decided she will be put in her scuba gear and left in the shark cage for her air to run out where her associates will retrieve the body and do with it what they will. Will Emma perish or will she survive? (36 pages)

Posted in Riwas Reads | Tagged | Leave a comment

Our trip to Santamos Island 2 4.1 (12)

Posted on November 24, 2018 by riwa

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.)

Our trip to Santamos Island

Inspired by a story and a set of renders by SusanConquin.

Part 2

William finally found us and said everyone was gathering back in that room with the tables. When we all returned it was obvious there had been some private fucking going on. Some of the ladies found it hard to disguise the evidence of the orgasms they’d recently experienced.

Amelia looked all around to make sure we had all gathered. There was a somber feeling knowing Thomas and Isabella’s bodies were still out in the pool on the back of the yacht. Amelia looked around one last time and then cleared her throat before she began to speak.

“It’s after eleven, but I guess that’s all right. I see everyone was pretty much getting in one last fuck in case it might be their last.” She smiled as she gave Oliver a knowing look, making me think he was the one she’d been intimate with over the last hour.

“So who draws first?” William nervously asked. “Ladies first again?”

“I think we’ll start with the gentlemen this time,” Amelia said with a smile.

“There are no gentlemen here,” Poppy interjected with a chuckle, “but I must say I do prefer it that way.” There were several smiles and a few chuckles which helped to lighten the mood.

“Ok, guys. Who’s passing out your cards?”

We all looked at Amelia and then each other. Jack suggested we get Sophia to do it. I’m not sure why, other than she was one of the four original hesitant ones back home. We all agreed she would do just fine.

We nervously took up chairs around our table again. There was a distinct sense of discomfort at seeing Thomas’ empty spot. It sobered us all up, knowing one of us was soon going to be joining him by way of the necktie party Amelia and Poppy were planning.

This time none of the girls came over behind our chairs for support. They seemed nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe they were superstitious and were afraid they might get the joker after standing behind the unlucky guy at our table who drew it for himself.

The first round of cards were dealt. Amelia suggested we wait and turn them all over at the exact same time. We decided that would be ok rather than the tension of each one turning over his card separately to see if he would be the one to hang.

Oliver counted to three and we all flipped them face up. There was no joker. There were sighs of relief as well as a couple of nervous chuckles.

Sophia passed around a second round of cards. Oliver counted to three again before we all turned them over. Again there was no joker. The tension around the table immediately ratcheted up a notch.

A third round of cards were dealt, one per person. I glanced over at Oscar who silently nodded this was the round that would claim someone. I gulped as I grabbed my card, preparing to turn it over.

On the count of three we turned our cards face up. “Gawd!” George gasped, staring at the joker looking right up at him. The rest of us didn’t know whether to feel relieved or guilty over having survived another drawing.

“So that’s that,” Poppy observed, giving George a sympathetic look. “I guess it’s our turn now, girls.” Then she went over to the table and took up a seat as the others somberly joined her.

I noticed she was trying to sound rather carefree about it. But her facial features revealed her concern. She was trying to be calm about it, but I could tell she was just as apprehensive as everyone else.

“All right,” Amelia declared as though trying to take control back from Poppy. “Who’s going to deal the cards for us?”

“How about Georgie?” Poppy suggested. “I say we let Georgie deal to decide who gets to hang with him.” Amelia gave her a brief glance of irritation for stepping back into control, but chose to let it slide.

The girls had no objections as they finished taking up seats around the table. Once more there was a sense of discomfort over Isabella’s empty chair. It had to be weighing on all of them that one unlucky soul was about to join her in death.

The guys all stood up and watched anxiously as Amelia handed George a second deck of cards. He started shuffling, pouring his attention into the task at hand. I suspect he was trying hard not to think about his impending hanging.

He dealt a card one by one in front of each girl. I gave Grace a smile of encouragement. I could tell she had mixed emotions about the whole thing. At least she was putting on a brave front.

“On the count of three,” Poppy said cheerfully, getting another brief, irritating look from Amelia. “One… two… three.”

All the cards were turned over. There was no joker. There were several sighs of relief.

George dealt a second round to each one. There was a pregnant pause. Then Poppy once more counted aloud before they all turned their cards over.

Again there was no joker. It made all the girls look at each other uncertainly. I could see more than a few erect nipples pushing through bikini tops.

George dealt a third round to the ladies. By now the tension was really starting to rise. At Poppy’s count of three the cards were turned over.

No joker.

Jessica let out an anxious laugh. “Maybe the bastard can’t decide who he wants to pick.” There were more nervous chuckles.

By now even Amelia seemed unsure of herself. At least Poppy was still trying to maintain the spirit of the game despite the anxiety she was trying to disguise. “Let’s have ‘em, Georgie,” she declared, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Once more a card was dealt to each female. Now there was a tremor in Poppy’s voice as she counted, “One… two… three.” Seven cards were turned over. The joker was not among them.

There were nervous gasps from the guys as the ladies sighed with relief before looking at each other again. Jack murmured how this was really getting intense.  Over half the deck had been drawn, yet the death card had failed to make an appearance.

“I had no idea the joker could be so indecisive with you ladies,” Oscar remarked with an attempt at humor. He got a few smiles back. Now the ladies were becoming squirmy and a little agitated.

A fifth round of cards was dealt out. I glanced over at Oscar. He had the perfect poker face. I didn’t know if that was good or bad.

Poppy counted, “One… two… three.” Then she turned her card over and blurted out, “Oh shit!” The joker was looking right up at her.

There were noticeable sighs of relief around the table. Several looked as though they felt guilty at surviving. Poppy just sat there for a moment in stunned silence, staring at her card.

She got up very slowly. Then she walked up to George who seemed to be genuinely sorry she’d been chosen. She smiled as she asked, “Georgie, may I have this dance?” And with that she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

Amelia looked as though she’d been caught off guard. The joker had claimed her partner in crime. How was she going to handle it?

“Let’s go, boys and girls,” she finally said, trying to regain control of the situation. She led the way to the room with the nooses. Poppy had George escort her chivalrously as the rest of us followed behind.

Grace came over right next to me. She whispered into my ear, “I almost think it serves Poppy right for coming up with this crazy idea with Amelia in the first place. But I still can’t help feeling sorry for her.”

“Aren’t you relieved the card didn’t pick you?” I whispered back.

“I don’t know. Is this what you call ‘survivor’s guilt’?” I shrugged, wondering if maybe it was.

The nooses with their chairs underneath were still untouched, waiting patiently in the next room. A set of handcuffs sat on each chair. George and Poppy looked up at the instruments of their destruction. Then she turned and deeply kissed him again.

When they pulled apart she looked all around at the rest of us. “Naked, right?” she said to Amelia as though confirming this was what was expected of them. Her friend nodded quietly as though she still couldn’t believe her crazy little scheme had snared someone she hadn’t expected to get all tangled up in death.

Poppy reached behind her neck and pulled the string to her skimpy black bikini. The triangular pieces folded down, exposing her gorgeous 38 Cs. Then she pulled the string behind her back, causing her top to fall away to the floor. I always did like her tits.

George decided it didn’t matter if he removed his suit in front of us or not. He slipped out of his blue green trunks until they fell to the floor. His six and a half inch dick was already semi-hard.

Poppy removed her bottoms, revealing her cleanly shaved slit. Her clit looked like it was swollen. It also looked like moisture was beginning to accumulate down there.

“On the chairs, right?” she asked everyone, still trying to sound chipper. She grabbed her cuffs and clatched one onto her right wrist. George followed suit, looking as though he was simply following her lead. It couldn’t have been easy for him, not that it had been any easier for Thomas and Isabella.

Poppy climbed up onto her chair and grabbed the coil framing her face. “Hello, noose,” she said with a smile. “I guess you and I are going to become quite intimate over the next few minutes.” I think she was trying to lighten her own mood with a little humor. Some of us chuckled at her bravado.

George got onto his chair and looped the noose around his neck. Then he looked over at Poppy for guidance. With a nervous gasp she reached behind her back and attached the other cuff to her wrist, causing him to follow suit.

Everyone stared up at them, waiting expectantly. I’m ashamed to admit my dick was rock hard. Next to me Grace was panting for breath, her nipples hard behind her bikini top.

Poppy got a look at my bulge and grinned at me. Then she saw George’s erection. She smiled as she told him, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who’d aroused by all this. At least everyone’s going to have a good time watching us dance together.” There was the faintest hint of a tremor in her voice.

She looked at Amelia and smiled. Her friend still didn’t seem to know how to react at this sudden loss of her comrade-in-arms. She seemed a little numb.

Poppy smiled as she asked, “Do we get a last request?”

“What do you want?” Oliver asked kindly as though willing to do anything for her that might be within his power. Of all the swapping partnerships, they seemed to love to fuck each other the most.

“Can we have a little oral stimulation first? That would be great. As an added bonus, I think we should get to choose whom we want.”

“Who do you want, Poppy?”

“Why I want you, silly,” she said with a smile as though it should have been obvious.

Oliver gallantly stepped forward. He grabbed her legs, got his head in her crotch and started to lick. That’s when George said, “Amelia? Can I get a last blowjob from you?” That didn’t surprise anyone either.

She seemed to come out of her daze as she stepped forward. She crouched and took him into her mouth. Then she began sucking as Oliver knelt next to her while licking Poppy.

The rest of us watched in amazement, wondering if the scene could get any more surreal. There was a good two minutes or more of oral. Then we heard Poppy start to pant with pleasure.

“Yes… oh gawd, yes! Oliver, I’ve always liked your tongue. But I think you’d better stop now. I suppose the nooses are supposed to make us cum, right, Georgie?” and she turned and smiled at him.

He nodded numbly as Amelia and Oliver both stepped back. Then Poppy called out, “This one’s for Thomas and Isabella! Three… two… one!”

There was the faintest hint of hesitation as she deliberately stepped off her chair, kicking it behind her. George was also a little hesitant. But he dutifully followed her lead, if only a second or so behind her.

Both of them hit the end of their nooses with a loud gawk. The ropes pulled them up short of the floor by a good six inches. Then they hung there for a moment as though stunned at the pain they were enduring, their toes wriggling and fluttering.

George started to pedal as Poppy began scissoring with her legs. Their toes continued to stretch downward as their wrists started to jerk upwards behind their backs. Then almost as one they went right into their duet.

Poppy’s nipples were extremely hard as she kicked and twisted. She was obviously dripping from her pussy. Then her thighs came together.

Next to her George’s cock was already oozing his cream. It seemed to jump each time he kicked outwardly. He became more animated as his body fought to live.

They swung and twisted until they bounced off each other. Their brains acknowledged the presence of the one next to them as they tried to reach out with their legs for some sort of support. It only set them to spinning and kicking some more.

Poppy suddenly jerked as she brought her knees together. Then it looked like she was humping the air. George started thrusting until his cock spurted.

Next to me I heard Grace pant, “Ohmygawd; they’re both cumming!” I saw Jack had reached down and was groping his bulge. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Jessica self-consciously rubbing her crotch.

It was shamefully arousing witnessing George and Poppy climax as they hanged together. They kicked and struggled for a good four or five minutes. Then they finally settled down, necks slowly lengthening as toes flickered for a floor they would never feel again.

“For our friends,” Oliver finally suggested as he stepped forward. He crouched until he could stick his face in Poppy’s crotch. Then he licked and nibbled until she appeared to twitch and shudder a little.

Amelia went forward and took George’s erection back into her mouth. She sucked as though she meant every bit of it. They gave them oral for a good couple of minutes before Oliver stepped back, Amelia following suit.

George and Poppy gently swayed back and forth from the motions of the yacht moving forward. A moment later Poppy lost control of her bladder. Urine dribbled down her legs and dripped off her toes onto the floor, forming a little puddle. George was about a half minute later, his soft cock leaking a mixture of piss and cream.

We all stood there for the longest time, watching our comrades. “Champagne?” Lily finally asked, going around giving us glasses and then filling them up. Amelia was so mesmerized by the hanging of her friend that she seemed to have forgotten.

“Er, yes… champagne. A toast to our friends.”

We all raised our glasses together in a toast. I downed mine in one gulp as Grace did the same. Then she reached down to feel my bulge.

I looked at her and nodded; I really needed another fuck. “Let’s go,” she said quietly. But as we slipped away I saw the others were already thinking the same thing and starting to pair off. We left George and Poppy swaying as the yacht blissfully motored along, unaware that two pairs of couples now swayed from nooses and pool shackles.

(Inspired by Susan Coquin and written Aug 31 ’18 by riwa)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories, Santamos Island stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

2 short tales of drowning 4 (1)

Posted on November 24, 2018 by riwa

An unhappy wife

She was wearing that shirt again, the one with the unhappy smiley face. It really irritated him. She knew he hated it, and it made him wonder how long it was going to be before she divorced him and took him for everything he had. That would include the house as well as their yacht now anchored offshore.

He walked by as she lay out on deck. She gave him a contemptuous look. Then she told him, “I think I’ll go for a swim.”

“Don’t ruin your favorite shirt, darling.”

“Don’t worry; it won’t shrink.” She smirked at the face he made.

He went below and quickly geared up. If she was going to get in the water this might be his chance. But it wouldn’t surprise him if she didn’t get wet all as she frequently told him one thing and then did something entirely different just to annoy him. At least he could enjoy a nice dive without her.

He checked to see if she was watching. Then he quietly went over the side on the other part of the yacht in his scuba gear. Already he felt better; it was as though he could feel his blood pressure settling back down.

There was a sudden splash in the water. He turned to see his wife was a good 15 feet below the surface. The silly bitch must have jumped off an upper deck and hit feet first.

Instinctively he moved toward her as she swam for the surface. His heart beat fast. Did he really want to do this? Perhaps an accidental drowning was just the ticket to set him free and give him a start to a new life.

He saw her sculling up at the surface, and he hesitated. Then she jackknifed and swam downward. He hovered near the yacht to stay out of her line of sight. But it looked like she hadn’t seen him.

She swam down to thirty feet, nearing the bottom before turning and heading back to the surface. That’s when he made his move. He swam after her, finning hard to reach her.

He grabbed an ankle before she could surface. Then he started pulling her downward. The silly bitch looked more annoyed than anything else when she saw who it was. Hell, she probably didn’t even think he had it in him.

He pulled her down toward the bottom. Now her face morphed into one of anger… “Let me go, you bastard. Now I’ve got a long swim back up.” He just held on tighter.

She grunted and bubbled as she tried to pull for the surface. He just held onto her ankle with an iron grip. Then her face morphed from anger to panic to desperation.

She shook her head and bubbled, frantically shaking her head. Then she started thrashing about as panic set in. She began gulping water, hitching and bubbling as she blew the last of her air from her lungs.

She let out a bubbly cry as she hitched and gurgled. She convulsed painfully as she swallowed water, her eyes wide in shock. He just held on grimly until she stopped struggling. Then he let her go.

Instead of rising to the surface, she sank to the bottom. He watched her settle onto her back, her body twitching a little. He looked at her as her breasts pushed through that shirt he despised. But now it made him smile. For the first time since she’d bought it he thought the face showed the perfect reaction to her present condition.

2018 (written Jun 7 ’18 by riwa from a render by skip)

The river

It was so hot the radio said they were setting a record high for several cities in the state. Janise lived a mile and a half from the river, but 25 miles from the nearest public pool. And using the hose was just not cutting it.

She hoped into her Chevy Nova and drove to the river, her mother’s multiple warnings already ringing in her ears. She had no intention of taking any chances. She just wanted to find a little section where she could cool off… perhaps submerge a couple of times.

She saw she wasn’t the only one who’d made the decision to drive to this spot. There were others in the water, some getting close to the channel. She recognized Ruby and Zoe in their respective red and maroon bikinis.

She found a spot to park, pulled out her towel and dropped it near the water’s edge. Then she waded in to join them. It felt refreshing, although it seemed warmer than she was used to. Was that due to the extremely hot weather they were having?

Ruby and Zoe were having fun splashing each other while occasionally dunking the other. “Hey, here comes Janise!” And with that she was pushed under water.

She bubbled before she fought her way back up. She burst up laughing as she gave Zoe a taste of her own medicine. It felt good being in the water.

They had the spot to themselves as they dunked each other. It seemed they wanted to be forced under by the others. It felt good to be submerged in cool water to avoid the oppressive heat.

Janise felt the tug of the current, causing her to wade back into shallow water. Zoe laughed at her as she was pushed under again. She had to fight to keep her lime green bikini covering her parts as her friends could be a little too playful at times.

She saw Ruby venture out a little farther into the river. She started to cry out a warning, but her friend was already swimming back. She was either playing around or had gotten pulled out by the current by mistake.

By now it was just them and two couples 100 yards away in the little inlet. Janise would have preferred that area to avoid the current. But Ruby and Zoe were right here acting as though it was totally fine.

“Cool off, Janise!” Ruby laughed as she was pushed under again. She held her breath and swam between her friend’s legs. Then she pulled her under, delighted to hear a cry followed by a burst of bubbles.

When she surfaced, Zoe asked who could hold her breath the longest. Ruby said she was best while Janise told them she could hold it pretty good. “Last one up wins!” Zoe declared.

They all took a deep breath and submerged. Janise found the muddy bottom and stuck her toes in to help keep her down. She could just make out Ruby a few feet away in that red bikini.

She did better than she’d anticipated. By the time she surface her friends were already gasping for breath. “That’s not fair!” Zoe declared. “You cheated!”

“How did I cheat? I went down the same as you did!”

“I want to do it again.”

“Fine.”

They all started taking deep breaths again. Then they submerged together. Janise couldn’t see Ruby, but she could just make out Zoe’s maroon outfit that really showed off her cleavage.

She tried to dig her toes into the mud and missed. She tried once more and barely snagged the bottom. But there was a little current that pulled her loose again.

Janise tried harder, once more digging her toes into the muddy soil. Did it feel like she had to go a little deeper to find the bottom? It also felt like the current was a little stronger here.

Janise looked around for her friends. But she couldn’t see either bikini underwater. Had they drifted downstream? Wait a minute: had SHE drifted downstream??

She swam upward, only to discover it wasn’t as easy as it should have been. She lost a lot of air trying to get there. By then she was sure she was no longer in the safety of their little swimming hole.

She got her head up, only to see she’d drifted a couple hundred yards downstream. Her friends were looking for her but they weren’t looking this far downriver. Then the current dragged her back under.

She burbled in alarm as she tried to regain the surface. Instinctively she found herself swimming against the current, desperately trying to get back to where she belonged. But she only succeeded in being swept further downstream.

She fought to reach the surface, bursting up and gasping for breath. There was no sign of her friends or their swimming hole. Then the current pulled her under again.

Janise began to panic as she fought to regain the surface. The current was strong; was she in the middle of the river? How the hell had she allowed this to happen to her??

She clawed for the surface, only to get her lips and forehead out of the water for a quick breath before she was pulled back under. She could feel the panic starting to rise within her. She wanted the shore… desperately wanted to go back home!

She fought once more to get back to the surface. But the current seemed to be fighting to keep her under. It was as though it was trying to hide its prize, not wanting anyone to know what it had captured in its lethal grip.

Janise struggled for all she was worth to get there. Once more her mouth barely broke the surface. She managed a quick breath before she was pulled back under.

She was in the middle of the channel; she knew that now. She also knew the stories of the fishermen who had fallen out of their boats and drowned. Two bodies had never been recovered… and they had drowned last year!

Janise began to panic. It was dark and murky; she couldn’t see the surface. She tried to go with the current to make it easier, but that only seemed to take her deeper.

Her lungs began to heave as she thrashed about. Panic swelled within her. She held her breath for as long as she could. But the river was tumbling her around now as though deliberately trying to drown her.

She swallowed a little water, causing her to clamp her hands over her mouth. But it was too late. She gurgled as she tried to inhale. Then she was swallowing like crazy as her windpipe closed off.

Janise hitched and gurgled as she kept swallowing water. She felt herself going deeper and deeper into the river. Would she ever be found? Would her mother ever have a body to bury?

She was dimly aware of experiencing an orgasm as she hitched and shuddered. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Then she went limp, condemned to the journey the river was taking her on. Ruby and Zoe would continue their search. But by then it became clear their friend had been caught up in the current and dragged away…

© 2017 (Written from an idea suggested by Cassandra Nov 19 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by the render from skip)

Posted in Drowning Stories | Tagged | Leave a comment

Strangling Grandma 3 (5)

Posted on November 18, 2018 by riwa

I never knew my grandfather. For as long as I’d known grandma she was always single. But she talked as though she was seldom alone.

As I got older I learned from mom that grandma had men in and out of her life all the time. There were times we went over to see her, only to discover she had a new man in the house. And on more than one occasion we must have caught her by surprise because she would come out of her bedroom looking as though she’d dressed in a hurry to greet us. She always smelled kind of funny whenever we caught her like that.

I don’t know how old I was when I finally figured out grandma was a whore. That’s when it occurred to me all those men in her life were fucking her. It always made me stiff whenever I imagined grandma getting someone’s prick up her cunt. And whenever she came out of her bedroom to greet us while smelling of sex I couldn’t help getting a hard-on.

She always did seem to favor me. As I got older she liked having me over. She always talked about how handsome I was and how I was going to be a lady-killer when I became a man.

Mom didn’t like it when I went over to see her by myself. Maybe that’s because Grandma started kissing me on the lips as a greeting whenever I stopped by. And she always welcomed me with open arms and a big hug, pressing up against my crotch until I got an erection.

I’m not sure when it settled in my brain that grandma was coming on to me. She always wore these outfits that showed off a lot of cleavage. And she wore short skirts that didn’t cover very much. She always liked to bend over and let me either look down her blouse at her boobs or get a great view up her skirt from behind.

I don’t know how many times I developed an erection whenever I was in her presence. She never mentioned it, but I know she had to have known about them. It was hard to hide how aroused I was whenever I was around her.

It didn’t take long before I started having fantasies of grandma bending over and sucking my cock. Then the fantasies morphed into her inviting me into her bedroom so I could fuck her. I don’t know how many times I rushed home and masturbated after a visit, wishing she would have pulled me onto her bed and had her way with me.

Each visit became harder for me. She was always flirting mercilessly. And she would look at my crotch and smile whenever she saw she was having an effect on me. I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our mutual lusts.

One afternoon she invited me over. She said her closet door was sticking and asked if I could fix it for her. But in my fevered imagination she was asking me to come over so she could finally experience her grandson’s cock.

I was so hard and horny when I went over. In my mind I knew she wanted me. She was just waiting for the right moment is all. And the moment had finally arrived.

I’d heard she was between men and that she probably needed a good fuck. By then I was full grown with a fully functioning cock. Naturally I figured the closet door was just a ruse. Surely this was the day our fantasies were about to come true because she needed me to satisfy her sexual urges.

I was already hard when I got there. She gave me a long kiss on the lips as she ground into my bulge like she always did. Then she thanked me for coming over, saying she’d been having problems with the closet door lately and that it would be no match for a strapping young man like me.

My heart skipped a beat when I followed her back into her bedroom – the holy of holies. That’s when I knew I was right. This was the day I was finally going to get to fuck grandma.

When we got inside I had to pause and look around just to take it all in. I saw a couple of sex toys on a wrinkled black beanbag. She must have been especially horny if she needed them to get herself off. That’s when I decided I was going to give her a good, hard fuck, satisfying her sexual urges while making both our dreams come true.

She blushed when she saw me looking at her toys. “Over here, honey” and she pulled me over to the closet. Then she tried to open the door while telling me, “See how it sticks, honey?”

I wasn’t buying it for a second. So I said, “I know why you invited me over here, grandma.”

She smiled as she told me she knew I would be able to fix her door. I smiled back as I told her, “But that’s not the real reason you invited me over; am I right?”

She got this confused look on her face. I straightened her out by pulling her to me and kissing her hard, humping her crotch with my hard-on. When she didn’t resist I reached behind her back and grabbed her ass, humping her even more.

She suddenly tried to pull away, pushing into my chest as her face went red. “Oh honey; you’re so sweet. If you weren’t my daughter’s child I wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest. But really; I just need you to fix the door.” I still wasn’t buying it.

“You want me, grandma; I know you want me. It’s obvious the way you come on to me every time I’m over here.” Then I tried to kiss her again.

“Oh honey,” she laughed nervously, trying to push me away. “I’m so very flattered. But I was just… all I was doing was flirting with you. It really fed my ego to see what kind of effect I was having on you. But I didn’t… I mean…  I wasn’t trying to…”

“You want me, grandma; don’t try to deny it.” That’s when I started working the buttons to her blouse, the top three already undone as her cleavage drove me wild.

“Oh honey; I’m too old for you. Don’t you want to fuck girls your own age?” Now she was playing hard to get as she tried to hamper my efforts to get her blouse off.

“But I want you, grandma. We both want each other, don’t you see? Don’t you know how many times I’ve stroked myself imagining this very moment? Surely you know that, right?”

“Honey, really… this isn’t right… Jeremy – STOP!”

It was the first time she’d ever used my first name. But I knew the real reason why. It was because we were lovers now.

I got her blouse off, only to discover how much she truly wanted me. She was perspiring heavily, her nipples incredibly hard beneath that lacy black bra she was wearing. I knew she’d worn it just to please me, and from the looks of things she was every bit as horny as I was.

“Jeremy – STOP! What the hell are you doing??”

“I know how much you want me, grandma. I want you too. I want you so bad.” My cock was so fucking hard, my heart racing with unbridled excitement.

“Damnit, Jeremy; I don’t want to fuck you!”

I froze in surprise. Then I smiled at her. “There’s no need to play hard to get anymore, grandma. I know we both want it.” That’s when she yelled at me…

“JEREMY, YOU SONOFABITCTH! I DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOU; I NEVER WANTED TO FUCK YOU; AND I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCK YOU! I WAS JUST PLAYING WITH YOU, DAMNIT! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

I stood there stunned, her lacy bra in my hand. Her exposed tits heaved as she panted for breath, her nipples fully erect as sweat glistened off her gorgeous chest. She was clearly excited… and yet she’d just said she didn’t want me??

“You BITCH! You fucking WHORE!”

In anger I wrapped her bra around her neck. Then I pulled on the ends. She clawed at my arms, rasping and gurgling as she tried to stop me.

I was furious, all the while my cock still hard and throbbing. “You tease me like that and then you say you don’t want me?? You fucking WHORE!” Then I really pulled on the ends to her bra.

She gawked and gurgled as I forced her downward. She tried to pry my hands away but I was too strong… too infuriated. Then her legs flew out from underneath her as I pushed her down onto that black beanbag.

She rasped and choked as I pulled hard. I was shocked, unable to believe my ears. How could she act like she wanted me, only to turn around and deny her own true feelings??

Her face went red as her eyes began to roll. Her tongue started to protrude as her kicks lessened. Then she didn’t fight me anymore as I pushed her hard against the black beanbag, her dildos strategically placed all around her head.

I finally stopped strangling her as I pulled the bra away from her neck. A red mark appeared where the bra had choked off her breath. But the look on her face indicated she just couldn’t deny her true feelings for me anymore.

I quickly whipped out my cock and started stroking. It didn’t take long. A minute later I leaned close and cried out with satisfaction as I splattered grandma’s face with my cream.

I stood there panting heavily for breath, seeing how sexy my grandma looked with her tits exposed and her nipples erect. Her mouth gaped open so invitingly. I didn’t understand why until I heard her voice whisper in my ear, “I want to suck your cock, Jeremy.”

I let out a cry of happiness, thrilled my grandma had finally come to her senses. I pushed my cock into her mouth and fucked it long and hard. Then I heard her voice whisper, “Now I want you to fuck me, Jeremy.”

I pulled out, lifted up her short skirt and looked down at her crotch. Her sexy black panties were soaked; obviously she wanted me bad. My heart was beating fast as I pulled them down off her legs.

I penetrated her wet, willing cunt. She was nice and warm, just the way I imagined it. I looked at her face as her eyes rolled up into her head with pleasure. Then I heard her whisper “Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me like a lover!”

It didn’t take long before I was hard again inside her. So I gave it to her really, really good. Her body rocked until I heard her moan as she whispered, “Yes, Jeremy; yes! Fuck me good and hard, baby!”

She came as I fucked her. I know she came; I could tell because it felt like she was clenching. We were lovers because she’d wanted my cock for such a long time. She couldn’t help cumming now that her lover was giving her the fucking a whore like her deserved.

I couldn’t help pulling out of her cunt. I wanted to coat her face again. Her eyes were rolled up with pleasure, her mouth gaping open as though she wanted my load. So I spurted all over her face and tits.

It was glorious. We fucked like that for a couple of hours until I was spent. Then I heard her whisper, “Now go home, Jeremy. Go home and tell everyone we’re lovers. Go tell the whole world.”

“Ok, grandma.” Then I quickly got dressed.

When I looked at her for the last time she was still lying on the beanbag. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth gaping open as though she couldn’t get enough of my cum between her lips. It made me start to get hard again. But I had to go home like she’d told me.

When I got home mom was waiting for me. She looked pretty angry. But I was about to fix that once and for all with some good news.

“Jeremy, where the hell have you been?”

“I just got back from seeing grandma. We’re lovers now, mom; don’t you see?” In response she slapped my face hard before sending me to my room. Needless to say it was not the response I was expecting.

She called up grandma, but there was no answer. So she drove over to give her a piece of her mind. She sure was gone a long time.

When she came back she told me one of grandma’s lovers must have gone over, strangled her to death and then sexually abused her corpse. She said the cops were there investigating her murder. It left me devastated when I realized grandma and I couldn’t be lovers anymore.

2018 (written for Restrangle Sep 27 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by a picture in his album I included.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Sadie cums to the blade 4.7 (3)

Posted on November 18, 2018 by riwa

She was the one who picked me up at the bar. I told her I was in town on business and would be leaving in the morning. So she begged me to come back to her room, promising me we’d have the time of our lives and that it would be unforgettable. I figured a one night stand would be just the thing before going back home to the missus.

It was after 11 pm when she unlocked the door and let us in. Then she was all over me. I must admit she certainly wanted it bad.

In no time at all we were buck naked. It didn’t take long before I was hard and ready to fuck. We pulled the blankets off the bed before climbing on. But what she said next left me feeling uncomfortable as hell.

“I’ve never had an orgasm, Doug. But tonight you’re going to give me one. I know you are because I’m giving myself over to you.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a man, Sadie.”

“Relax, lover. It’ll be easy. I promise you’re going to enjoy this every bit as much as I am.”

For the next couple of hours we fucked like rabbits in virtually every position imaginable. I tried to hold back on mine until she’d had her orgasm. But it didn’t seem to be happening.

She encouraged me to go right ahead and cum inside her. She said not to worry because she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I shook my head, figuring she was on the pill or something.

We took a break from our last fuck to allow her to catch her breath. Then she told me she wanted it nice and slow as she stretched out on the bed on her back. She’d gotten herself all worked up now and she said she was ready to cum. It was about time!

She arched her back, showing me her sexy tits. Then she reached back under the pillows. Imagine my shock when she pulled out a blue-handled knife about 6 inches long.

“Holy shit!” I blurted out as I started to pull out. She just grabbed my arms. “Please stay, Doug. It’s not for you; it’s for me.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Damn right, I am,” she told me with a crazy smile.

I tried to pull out again, but she begged me not to leave her, not when she was so fucking close. Then she took the knife in her hands.

She smiled lustfully at me as she slowly brought it down until the tip was pressing into her belly button. “I can’t cum unless a blade impales me, Doug. I just can’t. This is a very special moment for me. I want to share it with you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I didn’t know whether to be frightened or aroused.

“You’re not going to leave me when I do this; are you, Doug? I want your cock inside me when it happens. I want to be penetrated by both steel and dick.”

“Sadie, I don’t know…” But she choose that moment to force the blade into her stomach.

She inhaled sharply as she shuddered. I saw she’d drawn blood. Thankfully it wasn’t very deep; more like a small cut.

“Oh gawd!” she moaned. “Doug, I’ve… I’ve got to go all the way!”

“Sadie, I don’t know about this…”

“You twitched when I cut myself, Doug. You want this every bit as much as I do. Please say you’ll stay.”

“Sadie, I don’t…” But that’s when she forced the knife in a little deeper.

Her pussy clenched around my manhood as I twitched shamefully inside her. She gasped and moaned as she trembled with excitement. A thin line of blood trickled down her stomach, dribbling over her swollen clit and dripping onto my shaft sticking out of her. Now she’d really punctured something.

“Oh gawd, lover! That feels so good! I’m so fucking close!”

“Sadie, it’s not in very deep. You don’t have to go through with this.”

“But I have to, lover. I’ve already left a note back home and another in one of the dresser drawers.”

“I don’t care. The police will never believe it.” But she was growing more desperate.

“Please don’t make me do this alone, Doug! I want your cock inside me when I cum. I just can’t orgasm any other way.”

“Sadie, don’t…” But she forced the knife a little deeper into her stomach. Instantly her pussy contracted around my cock as she gasped a little sharp intake of breath.

“Ohgawd… I’m so fucking close… Doug, I… I have to go all the way! It’s got to go in all the way! It… it has to be fatal!”

“No it doesn’t, Sadie.” But now my cock was hard inside her, hard and twitching as she savagely milked me with her quivering cunt.

“I want it, Doug. I want it… and you want it too. I can tell by the way you twitch inside me each time I go a little deeper. It’s the only way I can cum, lover. I want to die with the blade in my stomach and your cock in my pussy.”

“Sadie, I can’t –“

“Tell me to do it, lover! Tell me to do it!” Now she grasped the handle with both hands.

The wound wasn’t fatal, but a little more blood was following the original line of red to trickle down her stomach. Maybe she could feel it caressing her clit as it dripped onto my cock. My mind was saying no, but my stupid dick was screaming yes.

“Tell me, Doug! Ohgawd; tell me! I’m so fucking close! Promise me you won’t leave me now!”

“Sadie, I don’t know –“

“Promise!”

“I promise, Sadie.”

“Now tell me to do it, lover! Tell me to cum with the blade.”

“Sadie, I –“

“Tell me, damn you!”

“Do it, you fucking bitch! Stab yourself!!”

“YEESS!” and she pulled the blade hard into her stomach.

She let out a cry as her back arched. Then she was cumming, cumming incredibly hard as she furiously milked my cock with her muscles. I was so shamefully close to cumming as well.

She panted like crazy for several seconds to get her breath back as she came down from her high. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Again, Doug!” she panted. “That felt so fucking good! I’ve waited forever to experience that! Tell me to do it again!”

She grabbed the handle of the blade with trembling hands. Then she looked at me expectantly. I was sure the wound wasn’t fatal. But I couldn’t make any promises if she did again.

“Sadie, there’s still time to get you to a hos –“

“Tell me, damn you!”

Shit.

“Stab yourself again, you fucking cunt!”

“YEEESSS!” and she pulled the knife out. Then she shoved it right back in with both hands.

Her back arched again as her head tipped back. Then she was cumming all over again. My cock went off inside her, my balls emptying. She let out another cry as she delirious shrieked, “I can feel you cumming inside me!” Then she was bucking and shuddering like crazy.

“Stab me!” she wheezed as she started to come down from the high of her plateau. “I want another one! I’ve never felt anything like this!”

“Sadie, I – “

“Stab me, damn you! I know you want to! Make me cum again, lover! All the way out and then back in!”

Two wounds in the same area were probably pretty serious. A third might prove fatal. But the crazy bitch wanted it so fucking bad.

She still had the strength to sit up. “Do it!” she begged as she put my right hand on the handle. “Stab me and send me to heaven, lover!”

“Sadie?!”

“DO IT!”

Her eyes opened wide as I pulled the blade all the way out. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she started to hyperventilate. Then I plunged the blade into her stomach.

“YEEEEESSSSSS!” and her back arched as she fell over backward, shuddering hard in orgasm. She kept milking my cock so savagely that it never had a chance to soften. I began thrusting harder into her, becoming shamefully caught up in the moment.

“AGAIN, DOUG; DO IT AGAIN!” So I pulled the knife out and then plunged it back into her stomach. “GAWWWWDDDD!” and she was cumming all over again.

I fucked her good and hard as more blood trickled down her stomach over her clit and onto my cock. It seemed to arouse her even more. “FUCK ME WITH THE KNIFE, DOUG! FUCK ME WITH THE KNIFE!”

I pulled it out before brutally thrusting it back into her stomach. She gurgled as she shuddered hard. Her orgasm was so intense that she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

“Keep fucking me… after I’m dead, Doug! Keep… stabbing me! Maybe I’ll still… cum after I’m gone! Say you’ll… fuck me, Doug! Say you’ll… stay with me!”

“I’ll stay with you, Sadie.” By then I was committed. So I pulled the knife out before thrusting it back into her stomach again.

She shuddered as she gurgled “Soooo…. Goooddddd!” Her back arched so much I thought she was going to snap her spine. I never thought a women could cum so fucking hard like that.

She was getting weaker, and she was having trouble breathing. Blood came up into her mouth. I think she was getting it down into her lungs.

Her lips moved; she was trying to speak… “…unnnnnnnnnn…. Mmmorrrrrrrrrrrr….” And with that I stabbed her again.

Her pussy clenched, although with much less intensity that before. She shuddered as her eyes rolled. Then her hands fell to her sides as she started humping, twitching and jerking

I grabbed the blade and twisted it hard in her stomach. There was a gurgle as she jerked a little more, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. More blood came out of her mouth as well as the wound in her belly.

I don’t remember much after that; just bits and pieces. I think I kept stabbing her and fucking her. Her body would twitch and jerk, and I wasn’t sure if it was stray nerves or just what the hell it was. A strange part of me thought she was somehow cumming each time I stabbed her. But that was impossible, right?

I finally pulled out and collapsed into a chair. I remember staring at her bloody corpse as she lay there on the bed. I must have been dreaming or hallucinating because for a minute there I swear she smiled blissfully at me.

I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I clearly remember was the maid screaming when she opened the door and took in the scene.

2018 (written for “Sadie” Jun 21 ’18 by riwa)

(Story inspired by the manip created by “Sadie”.)

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

(AF’s) The Mechanic 3.4 (5)

Posted on November 12, 2018 by riwa

PART 1

HER: I was told where she spent a lot of her time. It was often in a pool in the backyard of a home she was having remodeled. My client said she’d become a problem, one he wanted fixed.

I drove over and checked the place out. I had her picture in a manila envelope he’d mailed to me. I had to make sure I wasn’t eliminating the wrong “problem”, so to speak.

I got out of my car and carefully made my way into the back yard. That’s when I spotted activity in the water. We were getting sprinkles from a cloudy sky, but I didn’t let it stop me.

I saw her swimming around at the bottom of her pool. She certainly looked like my target. But I had to wait until I got a good look at her face to make sure.

She came up from the deep end near a set of metal rails. The glimpse I got was enough to confirm she was the one I had to eliminate. I had the right place and the right woman.

I crept closer to have a better look and to analyze the situation. I had a set of chains in my hand which I’d brought along. I figured they might come in handy.

I had to duck out of sight when she came up and floated on her back at the surface for a few moments. At least that gave me a good look at her face. It was my target all right.

The bitch was wearing a blue top and blue boy shorts that went partway down her upper legs. It certainly wasn’t a swimming suit I would have chosen. Of course I hadn’t worn anything special to do the job. In fact I was actually in my street clothes. But that couldn’t be helped.

Apparently she really liked swimming around at the bottom of her pool. That’s when an idea began to take shape in my mind. If I could find something to use to chain her to the bottom I could drown her in her very own pool.

I had to duck out of sight again when she surfaced. I hid behind the edge to the frame of her home, hoping she hadn’t seen me. She was clearly having some work done at her house, based on some of the stuff I saw lying around. But her pool seemed functional and she sure looked as though she enjoyed being in it. At least she was making it easy for me.

I had a couple false starts, heading out and then coming back. She was at the bottom in the deep end, sometimes popping up unexpectedly. At least she hadn’t seen me yet.

I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I found part of a heavy cinder block lying nearby. That would work perfectly. I could use the chain to tie her to the block.

I carried it to the edge of the pool and timed my moment. When she headed for the shallow end I dropped the block into the water. Then I dropped the chain as well before jumping into her pool to go fetch her.

I had to move fast before she saw me and reacted. But I didn’t want her to see me swimming up at the surface. So I approached from underwater, kicking with my feet to get to her as fast as possible.

I got to her the moment she turned and saw me. She was so shocked she didn’t have time to react. That’s when I grabbed onto her waist.

She lost a burst of air as I wrestled with her. For a moment I thought I was going to have an easy time of it. But these assignments are seldom easy.

Within moments the fight was on. She cried out a froth of bubbles as I forced her to the bottom of the pool. But she proved stronger and more slippery than I had anticipated.

She got away from me and burst up to the surface. She got a good breath before I wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her back down. Now I had a wildcat on my hands.

I figured I had one good shot at this. But it meant I would have to exhaust her first if I was to have any chance. The question was: who would tire sooner – her or me?

I tried something different, feeling I had to change my tactics. As she struggled in my grasp I pulled on her top. I got it up over her head, causing her to struggle to keep it on until it was too late. At least she wasn’t fighting me as much, and it gave me the upper hand.

My plan worked better than I thought it would. I was running out of energy, but she’d also expended most of hers as well. It gave me the opportunity I needed to pull her over to the block.

 

I worked fast securing the chain to her wrists. She let out a cry of horror when she saw what I was doing. I think it finally set in I’d been sent here to drown her sorry ass.

I watched as she struggled with the chains. That told me it was possible she was too tired and panicked to think clearly. When she pulled on them to no avail I breathed a sigh of relief.

I headed for the shallow end and climbed out. The bitch had truly exhausted me. I decided I might have to contact my client and tell him he would have to pay extra because of the effort involved.

When I looked back down into the water I saw she was really struggling. She fought and squirmed, using up her energy and burning up the breath in her lungs. At the rate she was going it wasn’t going to take long.

I saw her try to lift the block up. But she must have been too tired because she lost her grip and it fell back to the pool floor. I sure as hell didn’t want to go back in after her to finish the job if I didn’t have to.

She must have found a reserve of adrenaline because I saw her start to put up quite a struggle. She pulled on the chain, twisting around and bubbling like crazy. For a moment I felt a surge of panic she was actually going to get free.

That’s when I saw the bubbles start to come up. It was about fucking time. I don’t know how that bitch managed to hold her breath for so long. Surely she was becoming tired and running out of air by now.

Once more I saw her give it the ol’ college try. It looked like desperation was setting in. She pulled on the chain, but she couldn’t drag the cinder block along the bottom of the pool.

All of the sudden there was a flurry of movement and a lot of bubbles. Surely she was close to drowning by now. At some point she was not going to be able to hold her breath any longer.

I saw fewer bubbles coming up to the surface. Was she about done? It couldn’t have been much more than 30 or 40 seconds since I’d left her. Desperation must have caused her to push her breath-holding abilities beyond her normal limits considering how tired she must have been.

She appeared to settle down until I thought for sure she had drowned. There weren’t many bubbles coming up and she wasn’t moving much. Had the bitch finally given in to the inevitable?

I was surprised when I saw a huge eruption of bubbles. So she still had some air left in her lungs, eh? I figured that had to be the last of it.

She appeared to go into spasms, hitching and jerking painfully. I saw fewer bubbles come out of her mouth. That’s when I knew she’d finally reached the end.

After another half minute she seemed to settle down. I saw bubbles coming out of her mouth, but she wasn’t moving or struggling. I suspected her lungs were filling with water. The bitch had finally drowned for me.

I stood there watching for another good minute or so. There was no movement in the water. It had taken some effort, but at least I’d managed to fix that client’s problem. So I took a picture for him on my cell phone.

The door to her home was unlocked, so I went inside. I found a towel she had lying nearby, no doubt to dry herself off. It was thoughtful of her to leave it for me. Then I headed back to my car, determined to call my client and tell him I needed a little bit more money due to the effort I’d been forced to put into this one.

PART 2

HIM: When I got the picture of Lilli lying chained to a block at the bottom of her pool I felt so much better. The bitch had threatened me if I didn’t divorce my wife and marry her. Who the hell did she think she was anyway? After all, it was just an affair, nothing more.

What didn’t set well with me was when the mechanic I’d hired called to tell me I hadn’t paid her enough for the job. She said Lilli had proved to be more than a handful. She wanted to meet up with me and discuss getting a little bit more for fixing my little problem with my mistress.

I had to think fast. This woman was going to become a liability if I didn’t do something about it. So I gave her the address to one of my home construction projects on the outskirts of town, telling her I would meet her there later that afternoon.

There was only one way to successfully deal with her. I figured I was going to have to out-mechanic the mechanic. I didn’t know what I was in for, so I made some plans and got ready for her arrival.

She showed up at four o’clock, right on schedule. She knocked on the door, but I remained hidden inside. She tried the knob, discovered it was unlocked, and then stepped inside.

I could tell right away she was being careful. I just waited behind a door. She hesitantly called out, “I’m here! Anybody home?”

I called out, “I’m here in the other room working on a window.”

“Oh there you are. I was worried I’d come too early.” Then I heard her walking toward the door to the room I was in.

She was partway through the doorway before she saw I was waiting for her. She let out a cry before I got the cloth over her mouth and nose. One whiff weakened her and one more put her lights out, causing her to slump in my grasp.

I dragged her body upstairs to the master bathroom where I tied her ankles together. Then I secured her wrists above her head. The last thing I did was to turn on the faucet to the bathtub I’d already put in. I figured she’d drowned Lilli so the least she could do was experience it for herself.

I checked to see if she was still breathing. Consciousness hadn’t returned yet. I decided it was time to drown the bitch before she regained full use of her senses.

I got her up onto the shelf next to the filling bathtub. She was still out. The tub was almost full, full enough for me to get rid of my second problem now that the first one had been resolved to my satisfaction.

I lifted her up and slowly worked her into the tub. She went in and floated face up. That left her feet sticking up out of the water. It was time to submerge her and get her out of my hair.

I rolled her over onto her side. It submerged her face. For a moment she didn’t even react, making me believe this was going to be far easier than I’d anticipated.

Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Being submerged must have brought her around sooner than I’d anticipated. She came up gasping and sputtering, indicating I need to be a little more “hands on” in my approach.

I figured the easiest way to deal with her was to drown her face down. So I rolled her over and pushed on her back. That’s when she began to put up a struggle. Either the chloroform had worn off or the water had brought her around quicker.

I watched as the bubbles started coming up. She tried to rise up, but it wasn’t happening. She couldn’t push up with her secured wrists, and I wasn’t about to give her a chance to turn the tables on me.

She kept trying to rise up on me. But I shoved her to the bottom of the tub so she couldn’t get any leverage. Her arms were useless all stretched out above her head with her wrists tied together.

More bubbles came up as the water sloshed in the tub while I kept the pressure up on her shoulders. I’d been wanting to check it to make sure it didn’t have any leaks. This was actually killing two birds with one stone.

Her feet went up and down as I kept her submerged. Her strength might have been returning, but it was much too late. I had her in a position where she wasn’t going to survive.

More bubbles came up as I kept her head down. I felt a sense of anger and indignation I even had to bother with this in the first place. What the hell was wrong with her?? Did she think she could blackmail me for more money?

In anger I pulled her head up. She managed to get one quick gasp for breath. Then I angrily forced her head back down below the surface as I growled, “What the hell did you think you were doing, asking for more money like that?”

More bubbles came up as I kept her head submerged. Maybe she was trying to answer me. But I wasn’t about to listen to her excuses and explanations. I wasn’t about to take a chance she might blackmail me or report me to the cops.

“Did you watch Lilli drown, bitch? Did you watch her suffer until her lungs gave out? Did it feel anything like this?”

Her legs moved around in the back of the tub as she struggled to get her head back up. But I had a good grasp on her shoulders. There was no way in hell she was coming up unless I allowed it.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Can’t breathe? Now you know how Lilli felt when she drowned. Now you’ll get to experience it for yourself firsthand.”

The anger I felt was enough to make me lift her head up again. She loudly gasped one more time. That’s when I told her, “Last breath, bitch!”

I pushed her back down and put my hands on her shoulders. Then I forced her to eat the bottom of the tub. She struggled a little more, indicating the chloroform had mostly worn off by now. But it wasn’t going to do her any good.

More bubbles came up through her swirling hair. “Suck it in, bitch! Suck it in just like Lilli did!” I had no pity for her, especially since I was beginning to feel angry over what she’d done to my mistress even though I’d paid her to do it.

She kept trying to rise up on me. So I put a hand in her lower back while keeping one on her shoulders. At this rate she wasn’t going to last much longer.

At that moment there was a huge eruption of bubbles followed by another burst. The bitch began hitching and spasming, coughing up bubbles through her swirling hair. She’d finally decided to drown for me after all.

For a moment her feet really started to kick. There were burst of bubbles as she kept swallowing water. The surface of the tub sloshed around as she went into her drowning throes.

She gulped huge lungfuls of water as I kept her face down. It must have been incredibly painful for her. At least now she knew what Lilli had gone through.

There was what appeared to be one last painful spasm. Then she began to settle down. The water became less tempestuous now that her motions had ceased.

I kept pushing down on her, but there was no further movement. I let her go and watched as she slowly rotated onto her side. The water in the tub became still as she lay there unmoving.

There were hardly any bubbles coming up now… only the occasional one blipping up through her hair. She still hadn’t moved. But I was pretty damned certain the bitch couldn’t hold her breath that long.

She drifted there with her face below the water, the occasional bubble escaping her flooded lungs. Now I didn’t have to worry about her wanting more money or changing her mind and reporting me to the cops. I’d taken care of my loose end by drowning my mechanic in a home I was constructing. Now all I had to do was get rid of the body. And that wasn’t going to be a problem since the river was only a couple miles away.

2018 (written Sep 23 ’18 by riwa)

(Vidcaps taken from MIP1 “The Mechanic” and MIP2.)

Posted in Drowning Stories, Picture Stories - Aqua Fantasies | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Carrie – from sex slave to headless sex-toy 4.4 (19)

Posted on November 6, 2018 by riwa

I’m a successful lawyer. Or at least I was. Now I watch all the clients walk by, unable to help a single one of them.

You want to know how I got here? Fine, I can tell you. You might find it amusing as hell.

I was an up-and-coming lawyer at this firm. I was starting to pick up a lot of clients. So maybe it all started because some of the others around here got a little jealous of me.

Anyway, I was down at the beach showing off my body. I can’t help it; it’s who I am. Besides, I have a hot, sexy body… highly fuckable, you might say… well, I did until this happened.

I had no idea until later there was someone on the beach keeping track of my every move. The bastards had this planned out from the very beginning. And I didn’t have a fucking clue. As a lawyer, you’d think I would have been a lot smarter than that, you know? Shows you what can happen when you’re not careful.

So I headed back to my car after a good hour of showing off my body. I could tell everyone was eyeing me – all the men and not a few of the bitches out there. I could feel them lusting after me. You have no idea what that feels like knowing everyone wants to fuck you.

I had just reached my car when strong hands grabbed me from behind. One put a hand over my mouth and told me not to scream or I’d never live to get out of the parking lot. Then they taped my hands together, stuffed my mouth full of rags, and then dragged me to a trunk one of them must have popped open with a remote.

In I went lickety-split, scared shitless and trembling like a leaf. I was never so scared in all my life. Give me stern Judge Nelson any day of the week. I’d rather face him for a month straight that go through what I did out in that parking lot again.

I rolled around in that trunk, getting more terrified by the minute as they drove me around. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Hell, I think I even wet myself!

When we reached our destination they put this canvas bag over my head so I couldn’t see very well. They hauled me somewhere, which turned out to be some building. They retied my arms and legs with so much rope until I was really terrified. Then they tossed me onto this grotty mattress.

They started talking to me. I didn’t recognize their voices at the time. They said they were going to train me to be a sex slave. That’s when a chill ran down my spine.

A sex slave? I was a fucking lawyer! I had sex with whoever I wanted! I didn’t have to be forced!

One laughed as he told me I might end up in the Middle East with some sheik. The other laughed and said it was possible I might end up at the bottom of the sea. That really scared me. But it also had this strange effect on me.

You see, I’ve always had these perverse fantasies. Maybe that’s what happens when you become a lawyer and need an outlet from all that stress. I hadn’t told anyone about these things I imagined, yet there I was.

Had I let something slip out inadvertently? Had I said something stupid to some guy I’d fucked? I wracked my brain, trying to remember. But I sure as hell didn’t want to live my fantasies out in real life, that’s for damned sure!

The bag over my head was removed, but I didn’t know where the hell I was. The first thing that happened was my stomach growled. They laughed as one of them went to get me something to eat.

Can you believe it?? He put it in a dog dish… like I was some fucking poodle or something! I was a lawyer, not a Pekingese! But if I wanted to eat I had to crawl to it on my knees and shove my face in the bowl. And since I was all tied up… and since hunger makes you humiliate yourself in order to eat, well… you know the drill.

My training started with the whippings… and fuck that hurt! They said they were softening me up. But they kept me gagged a lot so I couldn’t scream or complain, not that it would have done me any good.

What they did next turned out to be much, much worse. I was tied spread-eagled to the floor on my back. And you know what? That’s the way they left me… except for when they wanted to amuse themselves.

They came in and fucked my tits with their cocks. Then they rammed their dicks down my throat. I screamed and screamed, but they just laughed and said no one could hear me. Then they gave me the cattle prod or the whip until I stopped screaming. Hell, a couple times I thought they were going to whip my tits raw!

Those bastards gagged me with their cocks until I could hardly breathe. Then they fucked my cunt anytime they got horny. When they finished they didn’t care where they splattered me – tits, face, cunt, stomach: it was all the same to them. And if I got too messy they just hit me with cold water from a hose before scrubbing me down with a coarse brush.

They did that to me for three days straight, telling me they were grooming me for my role as a sex slave. The whole time I wondered why the office wasn’t busting its ass to find me. What the hell were they doing: having a spot of tea while I suffered in here?

After a while things got worse. How could they get worse, you ask? Simple. I was starting to become aroused by the whole damned thing.

I would lay down there naked, waiting for my next fuck or my next cock to suck. And believe me, it wasn’t just those two that fucked me. Many more came in to enjoy the fruits of my immensely fuckable body.

The whole time I would find myself becoming shamefully aroused. I don’t know how long I fought it. But I finally gave up. I wasn’t a lawyer anymore; I was becoming someone’s sex slave.

Maybe I should have felt much worse about it. But I didn’t. All it took was for me to hear someone coming downstairs to know I was about to get fucked again. Then my damned nipples would get hard as my cunt moistened right up for the next cock I was about to receive.

It was only a few days, but it seemed longer. At times I found myself wondering if I was actually better suited to being a sex slave. I certainly got excited and all lubed up on my own whenever I heard I was about to have more company.

One afternoon they came down and clipped a tag to my labia. It hurt like hell. But my captors said the tag read Grade A. I don’t know why the hell that made me so proud. I guess you find your victories in the little things.

They said there would be more training and that it would be rougher on me. By now I was priding myself on handling just about anything they could throw at me. But I hadn’t expected what they did to me next.

I was bent over a post and then secured so I couldn’t lift my head up. Now the guys wouldn’t have to lie on the floor to fuck me. But the position left me exposed to other disciplinary measures.

My ass seemed to be a favorite target of their whip. Hell, I think they used it on me just for the fun of it and to hear me cry out. But it always made me so fucking wet that I always got a good, hard fuck when it was all over.

That wasn’t the only hole they used. My ass was filled with bigger and bigger dildos so I could take bigger and bigger cocks. And my mouth was filled just as often until it seemed like every day I was swallowing huge quantities of cream.

They whipped and fondled and played with my jugs. I always thought they were my best feature. The guys that came in sure seemed to think so, and they used the whip on them just to hear me scream in agony.

More guys came in to use me, especially my mouth. I don’t remember how many cocks I sucked. After a while it all became a bit of a blur. But my stomach sure got full from all that spunk until I hardly needed to eat anything else.

The guys finally told me I was ready, but the buyers weren’t yet. So they whored me out to help me pay for my keep. It was so fucking humiliating.

They put me in a motel room and tied my arms and legs together. They left me naked on my back like that with my arms and legs sticking up and my holes exposed. Then the customers came in one by one.

It wasn’t just the guys who came calling. I got several bitches who got off using huge dildos on my cunt and ass. And several of them sat on my face, smothering me until I could hardly breathe as I frantically used my tongue to get them off before I passed out.

At the end of the day they would put me in the bathtub, wash all the cum off me and then give me a few scraps to eat. The next morning I was back on my back. Then the whole damned thing would start all over again.

It was humiliating as hell, especially since it was also perversely arousing. But I was starting to get tired and sore. I hoped they would sell me off soon. I figured I’d get treated far better where I was going than where I was at that moment.

The day came when I found out I’d been sold. The guys all told me I was going to make a great sex-toy. I was a little confused as I thought I was being trained to be a sex slave.

I was all leashed up so I could walk out with what little dignity I had left. Unfortunately I was supposed to walk out naked. The last thing they told me was that I was going to be a big movie star for some company.

At that moment I thought about my law firm. Did they miss me? Hell, did they even care? It occurred to me all the jealous types wouldn’t give a damn I’d up and disappeared on them. They would probably laugh and say “Good riddance to bad garbage.”

Imagine my horror when I was taken outside. I couldn’t recognize the neighborhood I was in. But that didn’t seem to matter.

A crowd gathered as someone checked the cuffs on my back. Then I was marched forward. I was given sunglasses as though I was more than a cheap whore and that I’d be a good lay wherever I was going.

I couldn’t help looking all around me. Everyone was looking at me – no; that’s not right. I should say everyone was LUSTING after me! It really turned me on.

From somewhere in the crowd I heard voices asking, “Isn’t that Carrie? Isn’t that Carrie from the law firm?”  “I think it is! Just look at the slut and her tits hanging out!”  “Damn, that bitch looks so fuckable! I bet everyone at the firm wants to have a go at her now!”

I was embarrassed as hell. But I was so fucking aroused that my cunt was dripping. The idea those bitches and bastards from my law firm might see me like this was horrifying, yet thrilling.

We finally reached this big, windowless building. I was ushered right inside. Was this where I was going to meet my new owner?

I couldn’t help wondering. Had I been sold off to a male or a female? Was I going to be used by the staff at some building? What if another law office had bought me and was going to fuck me night and day?

As we went deeper into the building I began hearing voices I recognized. Fuck; these were people from MY office! Had the bastards bought me to use for their own sexual pleasures instead of using me to settle cases?? Was I to become the whore of the Firm??

I began seeing people I recognized. Everyone was well dressed as though they were attending some fancy party. I tried calling out to certain individuals I knew for help, mercy or even some semblance of compassion. They just laughed at me.

I saw it the moment we entered another room. It looked huge and imposing. It also made me weak in the knees. What the fuck was a guillotine doing in here??

Cameras were set up everywhere. Everyone came inside to watch. It looked like the whole damned office had shown up for the occasion.

The president of the firm came right up to me and smiled. “So nice of you to join us, Carrie,” he said with a grand wave. “You’re going to be the star of our special snuff movie. You’ll put on a good performance for us, won’t you?”

I was horrified. “Snuff movie? SNUFF MOVIE?? YOU CAN’T! I’M SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD TO SLAVERS! HELL, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR FUCKING LAWYER!”

“You’ve been sold back to us, Carrie. But don’t worry. We’re certainly going to fuck you. But we’ve decide to wait until your head’s been removed.”

“’Been removed’?? What the hell???”

I began to cry out, resisting as the guys dragged me over to the guillotine. I screamed and struggled and begged for mercy. That just got raucous laughs from everyone standing around watching me.

“No – no – NO; you can’t DO this to me!” They just strapped me down to the bascule. Then they lowered me until I was horizontal before pushing me forward.

I nearly passed out when they pushed my head through and I saw the waiting wicker basket below. That’s when I started to hyperventilate. “Aren’t you going to fuck me first?” I gasped, hoping I could at least buy myself some time.

The president smiled at me as he shook his head. “No one wants to fuck you while you’re alive, Carrie. They all want to fuck a corpse. I must say, yours is going to be sexy as hell. You should be proud.”

“Proud?? PROUD?? I don’t want to be proud! I don’t want to lose my head! Somebody get me out of –“ THUNK! And those were the last words I ever uttered as the blade came down and silenced me forever.

My body jerked as my head fell into the wicker basket. Then the president pulled my head out by a handful of hair. I could see everyone laughing and cheering and applauding, some of them saying it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving bitch.

I got a view of my naked body jerking and spasming on the bascule. Several women rushed forward to have a closer look. They began feeling me up and fingering my cunt, some of them saying how wet I was and that I must have cum the moment the blade fell.

The last thing I saw before my vision started to fade was the sight of everyone taking their clothes off. Geoff was first, the guy who was supposed to be my partner and lover. He couldn’t wait to fuck my ass while I was still warm.

My head was passed around to the ladies who all used my face and lips to get themselves off. The guys started fucking my headless corpse in twos and threes. Amazingly they even stuck their dicks into my neck stump.

It turned onto one hell of an orgy. I was their sex slave after all, although I didn’t feel any of it. I don’t know how many cocks went off in my mouth, only for the cream to leak out of the back of my severed throat. And I don’t know how many guys pumped my corpse full of their cream, nor how many women used strap-ons to fuck the shit out of me in both ends.

I took so much cream that it wasn’t even funny. I had no idea a body, much less a corpse, could serve as a receptacle for so much jizz. They sure as hell enjoyed using me.

The party was starting to wind down when my head was put on a table. All the guys came over and stroked until my face was coated with the stuff. My body got the rest of it, although some of the bitches enjoyed peeing on me.

The cameras recorded it all, every damned second of it. Now the firm gets together and watches my videos each year. They come down here to the visitor’s lobby to admire my head in this display case. Then they go back to that damned building to behead some other poor girl.

The brunette on my right? That’s Patricia. She was a paralegal who bought it the very next year. And last year they beheaded clueless Paris over there in the long, blonde hair. The poor bitch had no fucking idea what was coming.

So that’s my story. I see you want to intern here, honey. But now you’re looking at our heads here in this display case. So can I offer you a little friendly advice? I won’t even charge you for it.

See that building across the street? Run – don’t walk – to that law firm over there before your head ends up in here next to mine.

Wait; what are you doing? Are you going in anyway?? Didn’t you hear a damned word I said?? You stupid, stupid bitch!!!

(written for Carrie Aug 25 ’18 by riwa)

Posted in Beheading Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

2 hanging shorts 4.1 (12)

Posted on November 5, 2018 by riwa

Just for fun I thought I’d upload these two short stores inspired by pictures as a distraction from the elections. – riwa

The perks of a hangman

He comes for me in the morning. He is naked and his cock is at half-mast. I’m instructed to remove all my clothes. Then he ties my wrists behind my back.

He leads me through the mansion down to the basement. It’s his chamber of horrors and I feel my pussy moisten. What is he going to do to me this time? Whatever it will be, I know I am in for both pain and pleasure.

He goes over to a table and fetches a length of rope. I watch as he fashions it into a noose. Then my eyes widen in horror as he comes over and loops it over my head, snugging it tight.

My breath catches in my throat and I start to whimper. Is he going to hang me? What did I do??

He takes me over to a wooden frame. He’s used it before to tie me spread-eagled to whip me. But now it frightens me.

He goes over and fetches a stool, placing it directly underneath the crossbar. Then he forces me to my knees. He pulls on the rope around my neck as he thrusts his cock down my throat.

I’m more frightened in his presence than I’ve ever been before. I’m also perversely aroused. Is he going to hang me just like that? What the hell did I do??

He says not a word. He just thrusts into my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to guide me. My breath catches in my throat as I gag on his dick.

My nipples are hard; my pussy wet. What is he going to do to me? Is he really going to hang me??

He fucks my skull, grunting as he hits the back of my throat. Beads of sweat begin to break out all over me. Every now and then he pulls on the noose as though reminding me what’s to become of me after he cums.

I give him my very best effort. Maybe I can buy myself out of his decision to hang me. I tell myself he’s not really going to do it; that it’s just a huge bluff to scare me into a fearful arousal. But something tells me he’s serious.

I try to hold back, believing he’ll hang me once he’s cum. But I can’t help myself. I suck him like a pro until I feel him swell in my mouth.

A part of me thinks “No; not yet – I want to live a little while longer!” Then he pulls out and splatters my face. I wince as it gets into my eye and dribbles down my cheeks.

He pulled me to my feet and walks me over to the stool. He forces me to step up onto it. I whimper as I find myself trembling on rubbery legs.

He throws the free end of the noose over the crossbar above me. Then he pulls on the rope. I rasp for breath as I’m pulled onto my toes.

My mind screams “NO, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!” But I utter not a word. I’m not allowed to speak unless spoken to.

He ties the end of the rope off, leaving me trembling on my toes. Then he caresses me all over. My breasts heave in terror, my nipples painfully erect.

He reaches down and fingers my wet slit. I writhe and moan, looking at him with agony in my eyes. Then he tenderly kisses me.

I don’t know what to do; I’m both terrified and aroused. Should I return the kiss… show him I’m willing? My chest heaves as I try to get air down my restricted throat.

He runs a hand down my trembling body one last time. Then he puts a bare foot on the stool and pushes out from underneath me. The rope instantly takes my weight.

My eyes fly open in horror at the agony constricting my throat. My breathing is severely restricted. My legs flail for the stool which is nowhere within reach.

I begin to kick in ever desperate gestures. He steps back with a smile to watch my suffering. Is he going to take me back down? Or is he going to leave me here??

I struggle anew, reflexively jerking on the rope. My efforts cause the noose to tighten around my throat, which causes me to kick and struggle harder. Moments later I can scarce breathe at all.

My head feels like it’s about to explode. My tongue slithers out of my mouth in surrender. And still he stands there, watching and stroking. His cock has gotten hard again.

My mind keeps screaming no as I begin to hump and thrash about. My thighs come together, reflexively rubbing my swollen nub. Then it hits, the pleasure that always accompanies the pain.

For a moment there is blissful respite as rapture flows through my naked, quivering body. Then it is gone and the pain returns more than ever. I can no longer feel my legs.

I try to take a breath but it is impossible. My head feels swollen. My feet flutter as I try to kick. But I have exhausted myself and accomplish little.

He comes up to caress my breasts, fingering my swollen nipples. My toes wriggle, but I’m unaware of it. Then he reaches down and fingers my slit again. I cannot feel me clenching around his wriggling digits.

He gives me one last kiss on the lips but I can barely feel it. I want this agony to end. I endure one last humiliation as my bladder gives way, but I am aware of nothing but the faint sound of liquid dribbling onto the floor. Then consciousness mercifully ebbs away.

2018 (Jul 8 ’18)

(Inspired by the great render by enhjorning)

The hangman’s apprentice

The cart arrived, the driver reining in the horses. Destin dutifully walked to the back and produced his set of keys that would open it up. When he swung the doors open he gasped in shock at the lone occupant. It was Lizette, the girl he’d been courting.

For a moment he stood there in stunned silence. She stared back at him, her eyes open in shock. A moment later he heard his father clearing his throat as though urging him to get on with it.

Without a word he reached in and pulled her out. There was a lump in his throat as his heart raced. She whimpered softly, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

He had to make himself remember his father’s training… “Take the condemned up the steps without a word, noose her up and then drop her. Everything has already been said and done back at the courthouse. You are not to say a word to the guilty as they will only beg for their lives.” He’d learned that lesson from the last one who had pleaded all the way to the end.

She whimpered again as he walked her to the steps. He felt every eye of the townsfolk on him. If he failed this one, both he and his father – nay, their entire family – would be shamed.

He so much wanted to speak to her, to ask her what she’d done that had brought them together to this moment. But what good would it do? Chances are it would only result in more pain and anguish.

They reached the top of the steps where he walked her over to the trap. Her gloved hands had been shackled in front. She started to reach out to him – out of affection or alarm he did not know. Then she thought better of it. After all, she could see in his face how much he hated what he was doing.

He brought the noose down and forced himself to coldly loop it around her slender neck. He had kissed that neck so many times before. Now he would never kiss it again, nor her soft, red lips that had curled into a sad little pout.

With trembling hands he pulled her dress down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts the way he was supposed to do with each female criminal to further shame them before sentence was carried out. She trembled as she blushed deeply now that he was seeing them for the first time. They had planned to become engaged in a few weeks when she would have willingly allowed him to feast his eyes on them to his heart’s content. But she didn’t want him to see them now… not like this.

Her nipples hardened when they were exposed before him. He blushed deeply. He’d seen them erect once before behind a loose garment she had risked allowing him to see her in that showed more than was proper for a lady.

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she trembled. The look in her eyes was crystal clear… “How can you do this to me??” But he said nothing, fully aware of his father’s watchful gaze as well as the gaze of all the spectators burning into his backside.

He so wanted to give her a last kiss. But he couldn’t risk it. He was performing his duty as his father’s apprentice. Any show of emotion would end his stint as a hangman-in-training once and for all.

He checked her one last time before walking behind her to the lever. She gasped as she closed her eyes for a moment. Then he pulled the lever almost angrily over the way the gallows was taking the girl he loved.

She fell through with a cry that was cut off when she bounced to a stop. There was a loud rasp for breath as she started to kick, the townsfolk murmuring with growing excitement. She began to swing back and forth, fighting to breathe as her hands came up to claw at the noose around her throat.

Some of the males in the crowd started to whoop and holler. There were cheers, cries and catcalls as well as a few vulgarities directed up at his dying love. He watched silently from his position by the lever, ramrod straight.

He had to force himself not to shed any tears. But he could not prevent the bulge that developed down below. It happened with each woman he hanged, especially since he had to expose their breasts. This just happened to be his third… and it was the most humiliating.

The condemned – he could not permit himself to think of her as Lizette anymore – kicked less and less until she gently swayed back and forth. Stray muscles twitched as her bare feet fluttered. A moment later her bladder gave way, its contents slowly streaming down her legs.

He looked at his father who nodded proudly. Then he solemnly descended the gallows. He went over to stand by his father who wrapped an arm around him before quietly whispering into his ear, “I’m proud of you son. That was very professional.”

They stood there together until the condemned was no more, gently swinging back and forth. The noise from the spectators died down as they started to disperse until he could hear the rope creaking a little. But something in his soul died that day. He would never be able to love another as he had loved Lizette.

2018 (written Jul 16 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by the drawing I found and included.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment