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Coming June rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates (Susan and Christina’s danger), and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Nikki wants to be famous at the end using a plastic bag.
Yaria has an escape act in a Houdini tank she’d like to try.
Terrie’s New Year’s Eve does not go as planned.
And anything else I can think of.

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards. It’s been an interesting month with some stresses. That just reminds me how much I appreciate you all for being my patrons. Thank you so much.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Requiem for a Breathhold part 2 (plus bonus) (5-6-18)

11808 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of new stories. Included is the conclusion to JustPaul’s teacher story with several renders added as illustrations.

Requiem for a Breathhold (part 2) – Ms. Lee finally breaks down and shares with Monica her dark past. Will it result in the end of their relationship? Will they still go out and freedive together? And will both of them make it back alive? Or will the teacher’s past finally catch up to her? (23 pages; 16 JustPaul illustrations)

Seducing the writer – Randy is at a resort soaking in the tub late at night when he gets a naked visitor. He tells her he writes underwater stories. So she wants to know what kind of story he would write about her. And she seems quite willing to act out the parts in order to help him tell a better story (presented as dialogue). (11 pages)

Shelly 16 (plus bonus) (5-16-18)

8114 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to Shelly. Included is a JustPaul illustrated story I wrote recently that I wanted to include for your reading pleasure.

Shelly 16 – It’s time for Shelly to get her comeuppance. She has no idea her friends are looking forward to this as much as I am, considering all the things she allowed me to do to them. They want to pay her back too. (13 pages)

Vanessa’s Little Friend – Vanessa wants to go out on the zodiac for some private “me” time. Paul is willing to go with her, but she wants to go alone. Will it prove to be a huge mistake? (14 pages; 24 pictures)

(Bonus: Clip is WMV and is 2:30 in length)

Scuba Combo IV (reactivated 5-16-18)

8285 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a trio of older scuba stories marked at a good price, recently edited with an additional 2700 words (almost another story in size). Included are preview picture illustrations taken from the older Aquafantasies video clips. (43 pages in all with a total of 62 illustrating pictures)

The other woman – Melissa is determined to make Bobbi Jo pay for fucking her husband. A trip out to sea is just the ticket to tie her up, send her to the bottom and tease her with the reg before letting her bubble her last. But Melissa’s churning emotions and a faulty gauge may bring about her own downfall.

All tied up and nowhere to go – Diane wants one last dive before the weather turns bad. She dives down to the sea bed where she discovers some rope attached to the bottom. So she decides to play with it, entangling it around her neck with erotic fantasies until she loses track of time and fails to pay attention to her dwindling air supply.

The Whiner – He’s trying to take her to good dive locations. She is hard to please. She finally makes him settle on a spot he believes is not a safe diving location. But she’s had enough of his suggestions and dives alone, only to discover his warnings should have been heeded when she is attacked on the bottom by another diver.

Team Discipline 3 (plus bonus)

9280 words – $5.00

 

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix that also features your favorite club in action.

Team Discipline 3 – Erin and Craig must breath-hold while Lorraine leads the synchro team in some maneuvers. But a part of the routine includes breaking off to swim down to touch and fondle the two secured breath-holders. (7 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 3 – Jim and I watch as Vanessa gets the full treatment. She rides the electric chair, gets a taste of the rope around her neck and then is mercilessly fucked, including giving Jim a foot-job without knowing who she was giving it to. (7 pages)

(Plus an unadvertised bonus story where she “bubbles” for a show.) (5 pages)

Top Billing (plus bonus) (reactivated 5-25-18)

10592 – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a repost of a pair of picture stories from the old Aqua Fantasies company.

Top Billing – One of the models attempts to secure the valuable position of “Top Billing” in order to be paid more money to help get her out of debt. But she encounters resistance along the way. Will she pay a heavy price for her ambition? (36 pages; 57 pics)

Lifeguard – April has just qualified for lifeguard school and wants to practice on her friend and roommate Maggie before life takes the two in opposite directions. But will her lack of training cost them both dearly? (15 pages; 25 pics)

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Brenda’s special talent 4.2 (14)

Brenda’s special talent

Brenda had a personality trait that often caused problems in her life. She liked to spend money. And she had two great loves that made it much too easy to whip out the credit card.

The first was shopping. She had more clothes than she needed. And she usually found it impossible to resist that new outfit she saw in the window.

The other was gambling. Perhaps she believed she could win her way back to prosperity. But her debts constantly seemed to remain just out of reach of her ability to pay them off.

Brenda kept fit by working out, another expense she justified as a need to keep her attractive figure for her job. She worked in a casino as a waitress where the pretty ladies usually got the better tips. But her job was both a blessing and a curse as she worked in a place where the temptation to gamble was great.

She picked up extra money by following men up to their suite. Sometimes she gave them a lap dance, and sometimes she did a little striptease. She tried to be careful with the men she chose to accompany up to their rooms. But it was a risk she was willing to take, especially when they had the money she needed to work her way out of the debt she was in.

Brenda had a special talent. It involved holding her breath underwater. And she was quite good at it.

She could hold her breath up to three minutes at a time. And she was working on staying underwater even longer. She liked to practice by lying at the bottom of her tub until her lungs began to strain as she pushed herself.

It occurred to her she might be able to use her special talent to impress her clients, thus getting them to pay more for her visits to their suites. So she started telling them she could hold her breath underwater in the tub for them while they watched. She offered to show them her ability so long as they would pay her extra.

The first man she held her breath for was one of her regular clients who was curious about her underwater ability. So she went up to his room, stripped down to her underwear and then got into the Jacuzzi tub he had filled. She let him time her, showing him she could indeed hold her breath underwater for three minutes.

He seemed to like it and was willing to pay extra to watch her hold her breath. So he passed this new information on to some of his friends. Soon Brenda was making extra money by holding her breath in Jacuzzi tubs for more clients.

At first she did it while wearing underwear or a bikini. Sometimes she wore a sexy negligee for a special client. She was willing to do whatever it took so long as they paid extra to watch her.

She liked the way her clients responded while she was underwater, especially when she showed them how determined she was to hold her breath. They seemed to like watching her stomach spasm as her breasts wobbled from breathless contractions. Some of them paid more for her to push herself beyond her stated limits.

Brenda quickly learned she could make even more money if she held her breath naked. Since she often did a striptease for her clients, it was no problem getting into the tub nude for her breath-holds. It also meant not needing a change of underwear after each performance.

One night one of her customers asked for something special. He wanted to watch her touch herself all over while she held her breath. Since he was willing to pay extra, she was more than willing.

She rubbed herself all over while he watched. She could tell by the bulge in his trousers how much he enjoyed it. Soon she was making a point of touching herself for other clients as well, earning herself larger tips during her breath-holds.

Brenda went even further by adding a little underwater masturbation to her performances. Her clients paid more to watch her play with herself while she was lying underwater. She soon discovered she liked the pleasurable sensations she experienced as she touched herself while holding her breath.

One day she told one of her regulars she would use a vibrator if he paid her even more. He loved the idea, agreeing to give her more money if she would hold her breath while masturbating. So Brenda entered the Jacuzzi tub with a vibrator in her hand.

She traced lines with it all over her body, rubbing it back and forth over her nipples to make them nice and hard. She put it between her breasts, giving it a nice titty-fuck for her client. Then she released sexy bubbles to make him think she was struggling a little.

As her lungs burned, Brenda put the vibrator into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. He timed her with his watch until she reached the number of minutes he’d paid for. He got off watching her, and she certainly enjoyed using the toy as a part of her act.

On another occasion a client offered to pay her more if she would actually cum underwater while holding her breath. Brenda was certainly agreeable as she always looking for more ways to make a little extra money. So she went up to his room after her shift was over and fucked herself underwater with her toy while holding her breath.

It wasn’t as hard to make herself cum as she thought it would be. She realized she’d actually been holding back during her performances so she wouldn’t cum in front of a client. As a result, her first orgasm in front of a customer was rather easy, a glorious cum with lots of bubbles as her head shook from side to side.

To her surprise it was easy making herself cum underwater. Maybe it was the way she felt so out of breath that enhanced her orgasms. Now she made it a part of her breath-holding performances so long as the customer paid extra for it.

It wasn’t long before the money started rolling in. The problem was she continued her shopping and gambling addictions to the point where she was making very little headway paying off her debts. It made her take on even more clients for those private shows up in their suites.

Her sister Carol didn’t think it was a very good idea. And her co-worker Miriam thought she was playing a dangerous game. One day during a break in their shift she confronted her. “Brenda, one of these days you’re going to get into trouble.”

“I can handle myself. I work out, you know.”

“But you go up to their room where no one is around in case you might need some help.”

“I don’t need any help, Miriam. Besides, I’m making good tips from these guys. They love it when I masturbate while holding my breath underwater.”

“What if one of these guys wants you to hold your breath longer?”

“Then I’ll hold my breath longer, so long as he pays me enough.”

“But what if you run into one of those guys who likes to drown women?”

“Oh Miriam. They’re never going to drown me, not if it means l won’t be able to hold my breath for them anymore. That would be stupid. Besides, these guys are rich. They want to keep me around to pay me.”

“That’s what I mean, Brenda. They’ll drown you because they’re rich and can get away with it.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea going up to their room, getting naked, and then going underwater for them. What if one of them wants to keep you down too long?”

“Would you stop worrying, Miriam? I’ll be fine.”

Brenda didn’t tell her she’d already had one such incident. One of her regulars had paid a little extra to push down on her breasts while she was lying on the bottom of the tub. But he’d kept her down a little too long. She’d burst up gasping for breath, telling him to be more careful or she wouldn’t hold her breath for him anymore.

She was a little more cautious whenever she was meeting a new guy. But she didn’t worry about her regulars. She thought she knew them well enough, especially since they paid good money to the point where she did a lot of things for them.

Brenda got a text from one of her favorite clients. Heinrich was going to be in town and wanted to see her again. He’d seen one of her breath-holding performances before. But he’d never seen her masturbate underwater. He was looking forward to it.

Brenda saw dollar signs in her eyes as she planned for Heinrich’s arrival. He was generous with his tips, usually paying extra if he thought she’d given him a sexy performance. Besides, she was a little low on funds right now. So she decided to go all out for him.

Miriam caught up to her as her shift was ending. She saw Brenda wearing a special outfit which made her suspicious. “You only wear that when you’re going up to someone’s room later. Are you entertaining another man tonight?”

Brenda laughed at her. “You’re really missing out, Miriam. You could be getting big tips if only you would put on a performance in their suite like I do.”

“I’m not a slut like you are, Brenda.”

“Oh, you’re a slut all right. You just go about it a little differently. You could make good money if you tried holding your breath for some of these guys in private. On second thought you’d better let me do it. I don’t want you taking my customers away.”

Miriam shook her head as her coworker laughed at her. “One of these days you’re going to get into trouble, Brenda.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Oh shut up.”

Brenda checked her text messages. She discovered Heinrich had arrived and had already checked into a suite on the 20th floor. She was invited to go right up and meet him.

She felt a surge of excitement as she walked to the elevator. Heinrich was usually very generous whenever she was in his room. If she played her cards right she might walk out tonight a thousand dollars richer.

She knocked on the door with growing excitement. He opened it up and smiled at her. She hugged him as she told him she’d missed him. Of course she always missed the clients who paid well.

After a little chit-chat he motioned he was ready to get started. Then he laid out a bunch of bills on the dresser. Brenda was excited knowing she was going to make a lot of money tonight.

She started by giving him a sexy striptease, the kind she knew he enjoyed. She ground her crotch into his lap to turn him on. Once she was down to her sexy lingerie she went over to the Jacuzzi tub and turned the water on.

She took out her vibrator and started running it all over her body. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he loved what she was doing to him. When she was done she hoped he might add a really nice tip to that stack of bills on the dresser.

She kept playing with herself with her toy until she had really gotten herself all turned on. Then she got into the tub. He stood up and came over for a closer look, an obvious bulge in his pants.

This is my first breath-hold,” she told him with a smile. She filled her lungs and then submerged with a burble. She traced the toy all over her naked body, feeling the excitement swell inside her as she slowly took off her lingerie for him.

He timed her with his watch, calling out the numbers to her. At two minutes she was naked as she came up for a breath. “Now I’ll do 2:30,” she said as she gave him another sexy smile, knowing he liked her to go longer and longer each time.

She got a big breath before she went back down. Once more she traced the toy all over her naked body. It made her nipples hard until she felt like she was getting close to cumming.

At 2:30 she came back up, a seductive smile on her face. She could tell by the look in his eyes how much he was enjoying her performance. It gave her such a feeling of power over him.

“Now I’m going to do three,” she told him with a smile. “And I’m going to show you how a woman uses this to get herself off.” She hefted her toy in front of him before she submerged once more, little bubbles leaking out of her nose.

She laid flat on the bottom of the Jacuzzi as she started using her toy. It felt good as she teased herself with it. She had to be careful not to cum too soon as she wanted to time it close to the three minute mark.

At two minutes she felt a little burn in her lungs. It filled her with excitement as she began to thrust harder with her vibrator. Heinrich looked like he was going to cream his pants from his excitement.

At 2:30 her lungs were straining. She started thrusting harder and faster. When he called out, “Three minutes!” she thrust hard until she fucked an orgasm out of her quivering body.

She screamed her pleasure before bursting up gasping loudly for breath. “That was sexy as hell!” Heinrich gasped. The stain in his pants agreed with his assessment.

“Want me to go again?” she asked coyly as she batted her eyes at him. “Pay me more and you can feel my breasts while I’m underwater. Pay me even more and I’ll go to 3:30.”

He quickly reached into his wallet and pulled out some more bills. He walked over and laid them on top of the growing pile of cash on the dresser before returning to the Jacuzzi tub. Brenda smiled as she filled her lungs before submerging once again.

He checked his watch before pushing down on her breasts. She moaned as she rubbed herself with her toy. She liked how sexy it made her feel the way some of her clients pushed down on her boobs. They were always willing to pay more to touch her like that.

She used her toy as he groped and fondled her. She moaned up bubbles, giving Heinrich a sexy smile. He was really getting his money’s worth… but she was enjoying the encounter as well, especially with that growing pile of cash on the dresser.

She could feel the burn in her lungs; she was running out of breath again. She released a few bubbles to ease the strain. Heinrich smiled at her as he pushed down on her breasts, a look of lust in his eyes.

Brenda started fucking herself once more as he checked his watch. Now her lungs were really burning. He told her she still had another minute to go.

She hoped she hadn’t released too many bubbles. It was going to be hard enough reaching 3:30. But she could tell this orgasm was going to be huge.

Her chest heaved as her face grimaced. He called out, “Three minutes!” She thrust the buzzing toy hard into her pussy to help distract her. But her lungs really needed air.

She could tell by the expression in his eyes how turned on he was. She forced herself to hold her breath a few seconds longer… and then a few seconds after that. Then her orgasm exploded inside her.

She expelled her breath in huge bursts as she writhed back and forth. Her need for air diminished as the orgasm claimed her. It felt wonderful.

She saw the smile on his face; it was obvious he’d enjoyed her performance. She was sure he was going to leave her a good tip. Then her need for air returned in a rush.

“3:30, Brenda!” he called out. “Go to 4:00. Drown for me and I’ll pay you more!”

She winced as she tried to force herself to go longer. But the fire in her lungs was too great. Her chest heaved continuously, her stomach rippling.

It was too hard; she wanted up. He just glanced at his watch as he pushed down on her tits. “3:45!” he called out. “Keep going, honey! You can do it!”

Brenda felt dizzy and disoriented. She wanted up in the worst way. She didn’t think she could hold her breath much longer.

She finally let go of her toy, leaving it buzzing in her pussy as she grabbed his arms. She tried to pry them off her boobs, urging him to let her up. He just glanced at his watch before excitedly calling out, “You’re almost there, Brenda!”

Her chest heaved, she was really dizzy. Her face felt flushed as her stomach rippled again and again. She grimaced in agony as she lost a few more bubbles.

“You’re at four; you’re at four! Now drown for me, Brenda!” That’s when she looked up at him in alarm. Didn’t he realize she couldn’t stay down any longer??

She clawed at his arms, but he pushed down harder on her boobs. She shook her head back and forth as bubbles spewed out of her mouth. Then she panicked as she started kicking and thrashing about in the tub.

“Yeah, Brenda; just like that!” and her eyes opened wide in horror. Then she expelled the last of her breath. It geysered up out of her mouth before she gulped water down her throat.

She gurgled as she started swallowing water, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her arms flailed helplessly as her legs kicked less and less. Stray bubbles came out of her gaping mouth as she stared upward in horror…

“YES, BRENDA; JUST LIKE THAT!” Heinrich was overly excited now. The stain in his pants grew as he creamed himself again.

She began to settle at the bottom of the tub. Her naked body hitched less and less as a couple of small bubbles slipped out of her mouth. She stared upward in astonishment over the way he’d kept her down so long. Then the life winked out of her eyes.

He enthusiastically groped her breasts as the surface of the water grew calm. He grabbed her toy and fucked her with it. There was a discoloration in the water from where she had discharged some fluid. Apparently she’d experienced one last orgasm while she was drowning.

He panted for breath as he touched her all over. Her nipples were hard from the fear and excitement her body had experienced. She looked so incredibly sexy lying there at the bottom of the tub.

Heinrich panted for breath. As far as he was concerned it had been Brenda’s best performance of her life. He would always remember it fondly.

He looked down at her naked body as a small bubble slipped out of her mouth. He touched her all over, pulling the toy out of her and feeling with his finger how wet her pussy was. It made him tremble with a perverse excitement.

He finally went over and scooped up all the cash off the dresser. He put it back in his wallet before changing into a different pair of pants so no one would see the stain he’d created from cumming. Then he called the front desk, telling them he’d invited Brenda up to his room but that she’d taken a bath and must have accidently drowned herself before he’d come back from running an errand.

2018 (Written for Brenda Mar 26 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a chat.)

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“Fireman Sam to the rekscue!” 4.2 (20)

“Fireman Sam to the rekscue!”

It came special delivery. Winston and his wife Vivien hauled it to the back of the house to their special room. It was only for mum and dad, meaning little Jenny was not allowed inside.

They were excited as they began putting it together. The instructions were user friendly and made it easy to assemble. But there were big pieces of wood to attach, and it took a while.

Husband and wife became more excited as it began to take shape. “I still can’t believe you ordered it!” Vivien gasped with growing excitement. “It’s so big!”

“I can’t believe you wanted me to,” her husband countered good-naturedly. “You must really be eager to try it out.”

“You know how much it turns you on, love.”

“You mean how much it turns you on,” he corrected with a smile. “You’re the one eager to take it for a spin to see what it feels like. Suppose something goes wrong and my sweet wife loses her head?”

“Bloody hell! I can’t stop trembling just thinking about it! We’re almost done, aren’t we?”

“Yes we are, love. Let me finish tightening these bolts. Then I want to make sure the bascule seesaws like it’s supposed to.”

A few more minutes and it was finished. It filled up much of the back room. It was pointed toward the door, but there was room to walk all the way around it.

Vivien lovingly brushed a hand along the wooden frame, shivering with arousal. Then she looked at the blade resting on the bottom. “Bloody hell, darling! It’s absolutely gorgeous!”

“I never imagined anyone seeing a working guillotine would view it as ‘gorgeous’, love.”

“That’s because they never met a woman like me before.”

He shook his head with a chuckle as they stood side by side admiring their recent acquisition. There was a rough, wooden bench – the bascule – currently tipped vertical for the body to lie upon. It had two straps strategically located to secure the intended victim. In front, the heavy blade sat at the bottom of a set of wooden tracks.

“Does it work, darling?” she asked, wondering because the blade had seemed so heavy to put into place.

“It’s supposed to, love,” he replied. “God forbid we purchased a guillotine that doesn’t work. You want to find out?”

“What about little Jenny?”

“She’s out watching TV. It sounds like she’s watching Peppa Pig. She shouldn’t be bothering us.”

He walked over and pulled on one end of the rope that went up through a hook and then came back down to attach to the top of the blade. He had to work to pull it up the rails. Then it seemed to click into position.

He eased his grip on the rope. The blade seemed to be holding. “All ready for you, love,” he said with a grin.

“Can I…?” she started to ask as she reached out for the lever. Her arms were shaking and her knickers were damp. Confirming it was a functioning machine was liable to make her wet herself.

“Just a minute,” he told her, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be right back.” Then he opened the door and slipped away.

He returned less than a minute later. In his hand was a head of cabbage. “Hey, that’s for dinner!” she scolded him.

“You want to see if the blade works; right, love?”

He gently placed it in the opening where the neck was supposed to rest. Then he brought the lunette down upon it as though locking a head into place. When he was done he stepped back and gestured grandly at his wife.

“Go ahead, darling. Behead your stroppy sister. Or maybe that’s you lying there.”

She tentatively reached out and grabbed the lever. Then she pulled on it. The blade whooshed down, splitting the head of cabbage in two and bottoming out with a loud thump. The front half of their dinner promptly dropped into the wicker basket below as the other half rolled back.

Vivien jumped with a start. “Bloody hell!” she gasped excitedly, her heart beating fast. Then she murmured, “I can’t believe it really works!”

She stared in amazement. If she’d been locked in at the moment the blade came down, she would no longer need that appointment to the hairdresser on Tuesday. She panted for breath as she tentatively looked down into the wicker basket at the split cabbage.

A few seconds later there was a rapping on the door. “What was that, mummy? Are you and daddy in there? I heard a loud noise!”

“Everything’s fine, Jenny!” Vivien called out to their five year old daughter. “Go back and watch your show. Isn’t Peppa Pig on right now?”

“Yes, mummy!” Then they hear the sound of little feet rushing away.

“She knows not to be in here, right?” Vivien asked her husband.

“Oh yes, darling. She knows this is mummy and daddy’s special room. I’m not about to tell her how her mother is such a kinky bitch. She probably won’t find that out until much, much later… like when she’s twenty maybe… that is, if you bother to tell her.”

“Oh Winston!” she said as she shook her head. Then she kissed him deeply.

“I’m over the moon right now! I’m so glad you bought it for us!” Then she gave him a coy look as she reached down to feel the bulge in his trousers.

“Can’t wait to see me try it out, eh?”

“Would you like to take it for a spin, darling? Are you offering me your head?”

“Wouldn’t you like me to give you head first before you take my head?”

“You’re such a kinky bitch. Maybe it’s time for your beheading.” And with that he grabbed her by the arm.

She gasped as a jolt of arousal made her tremble. “Will it be safe, darling?”

“It is now with the blade down. So I suppose I’d better fix that, hadn’t I?”

Winston released his grip on her arm. He pushed the lever back into position. Then he grabbed onto the end of the rope to the blade and pulled hand over hand.

The blade slowly rose back up to the top of the guillotine. There was a click as it locked into position. He tested the rope before he let it go. But the blade remained fixed at the top.

“Now we can slide your head through the opening, love.”

“It won’t come down, will it?”

“Not unless you pull the lever again, darling. Oh wait. You’ll be the one lying in the bascule. So I guess I would have to be the one to pull the lever, wouldn’t I.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?” Then she looked down to see the bulge was still there in his trousers.

“Oh bloody hell! You’re thinking about it, aren’t you!”

“Am I?”

She reached down and groped his bulge again. That’s when he grasped her firmly by the arm. “For teasing your husband, I sentence you to death by beheading.”

“Bloody hell; yes!” she gasped as the tremors returned.

She paused as she gave him a seductive look. “Dressed or naked, darling?”

“A tart like you deserves to die naked. Now strip!”

She felt an erotic shudder at the way her husband was ordering her around. She began to work herself out of the dress she was in. Then she folded it neatly on a chair.

“C’mon, tart,” he motioned as though trying to hurry things along. “With the lady of the kitchen beheaded, I guess Jenny and I will have to eat out tonight.”

She felt another erotic jolt as she slipped out of her bra and knickers. She set them on top of the dress before slipping out of her shoes. Then Winston pulled her around to the bascule.

He pushed her up against the tilted wooden bench. “This is for all the times you teased me. You’ve definitely got this coming to you.”

She gasped as the first strap went around her chest, holding her tightly to the bascule. Now she was wet as hell. She really needed a shower.

The second strap went just below her thighs. He took a little extra time, his hands roaming over her bum. She gasped and moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the hovering blade.

“You’re sure it won’t come down, darling?”

“Oh it’ll come down all right, once I pull the lever.” Then he tipped her forward until she was facing the lunette.

She gasped as he lifted it up. Then he removed the chunk of sliced cabbage before he slowly pushed her forward. “Bloody hell, love!” she murmured as her head went through the path of the blade.

The front of the bascule hit the edge of the guillotine. That was as far forward as it would go. Vivien looked down to see the wicker basket below and the other half of the head of cabbage lying inside.

She shivered from an insane fear and arousal. She was painfully aware of the blade above her. “Winston, it won’t… it won’t… It’ll stay up there, right?” She felt like she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“I make no promises, love,” he chuckled as he brought the lunette down onto her neck. She trembled as she looked down into the wicker basket. What if something happened to make her head join that sliced head of cabbage?

“Oh bloody hell, Winston!”

“What’s the matter, darling? You said you wanted to know what it felt like.”

He walked away as she lay there trembling. He returned, grabbed her flailing arms and then cuffed her wrists together. Vivien whimpered as she panted for breath.

He smacked her ass, causing her to yip and flinch. Then he smacked it again. “You don’t know anyone who can cook cabbage with a nice rump roast; do you, love?”

She whimpered again as she gasped for breath. The blade was directly above her; it could come down at any time! She hoped like hell it was securely fastened.

“Well, you always wanted to know what it would feel like, darling. She we find out right now?”

He reached over for the lever. That’s when Vivien swooned. She clamped her lips together, trying not to scream out in orgasm.

“Damn, honey! Did you just have yourself a nice cum right then? Are you that excited? Are you sure you don’t want to find out firsthand what it’ll feel like to lose your head?” Then he chuckled as he reached back and fingered her wet pussy.

She moaned before gasping, “Don’t do that, love! Little Jenny might hear!”

“She’s watching Peppa Pig right now, darling. She’s preoccupied.”

“But I almost cried out a moment ago! You know I’m a screamer.”

“True. Ok, I’ll behave.”

He came around the contraption where he gave his wife a good look-see. “I can’t believe how sexy you look lying there waiting to lose your head, darling.”

“It feels bloody incredible! I’m trembling like crazy! I’ve already cum once!”

“Shall I pull the lever and send you to heaven, love?”

“Oh bloody hell!” She was trembling like a leaf, terrified the blade might fall… and yet almost secretly wishing it would just for the experience.

“You look lovely, darling; simply lovely. I’m going to have to change my pants if I’m not careful. Here, let me go fetch the camera.”

He pulled it out of the desk and began taking snapshots. His wife wriggled and squirmed as she lay on the bench with her head through the lunette. She sounded like she was hyperventilating as he snapped her from every conceivable angle.

“Bloody hell, Winston; this is incredible!”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pull the lever, darling?”

“Oh fuck! Don’t tease me like that!”

He chuckled as he put the camera back. Then he came around front and patted his wife on the head. “You look incredible, love. We’re going to have to send little Jenny to your sister’s later. I need some private time alone with you if you know what I mean. But first…” Then he headed for the door.

“Winston?? Wait a minute! Where are you going? You’re not leaving me like this, are you??” The idea of her losing her head in some accident while he was away was both terrifying and arousing.

“I have to use the loo, darling. Don’t worry. I’ll be right back to enjoy your beheading. You just lie there and enjoy yourself.”

“Bloody hell, love! You’re not going to… is it safe?”

“Relax, darling. The lever is secured.” And with that he walked out of the room.

Vivien gasped and moaned as she lay helpless upon the bascule. She kept staring down at the sliced head of cabbage in the wicker basket below. She remembered the way the blade fell, slicing it cleanly in two. Then she was reminded how her neck was now in the path of the blade should it come down again.

She wriggled and squirmed from a mixture of fear as well as an insane arousal. Then she winced as she wet herself. Vivien shuddered hard in orgasm, struggling to stifle her cry of bliss.

She panted wildly for breath as she came down from the plateau of her climax. It had been one hell of an O. She only wished her husband would hurry back before something dreadful happened.

The door suddenly opened. But it wasn’t Winston returning. “Whatcha doing, mummy?”

Vivien blushed a deep red as she gasped in alarm. “Jenny?? You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Go back and watch TV. Go watch Peppa Pig.”

“Peppa Pig is over, mummy! Fireman Sam is on next.”

“Then go watch Fireman Sam.”

“He’s not on yet, mummy. It’s c’mershul.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here. Go back out and watch the telly, love. You don’t want to miss the beginning of Fireman Sam.”

“Whatcha doing with your head like that?”

“It’s just something for mummies and daddies, love.”

“Oh that!”

She winced as though it was something unpleasant. Then she rushed forward to examine the lever. “What’s this, mummy? Hey, you’re nekkid!”

“No – no, honey! Don’t grab that! Go back out and watch TV, ok?”

At that moment Winston appeared in the doorway. “Jenny, what are you doing in here – don’t touch that!”

“Oh hi, daddy!”

At that moment the intro to the next program drifted down the hallway. “Fireman Sam to the rek-scue!” the little girl blurted out happily as she started to rush out. But she was still holding onto the lever.

Vivien cried out, “NO!” as Winston hollered, “Honey, don’t pull that!” A moment later the blade whooshed down, bottoming out with a loud thump. Vivien’s head wordlessly dropped into the wicker basket as Jenny rushed out the door.

Winston stood there stunned for a long moment. Then he closed and locked the door, watching in horror as Vivien’s legs came up and down. Her body jerked around on the bascule as blood flowed out of her severed neck.

He rushed forward and pulled her head out of the wicker basket as his cock went off, staining his trousers. He examined the stump as though idly wondering if he could somehow glue it back on. But he knew there was no way in hell of rejoining his wife’s head to the rest of her sexy body. The damage had been done; it was an accidental beheading. There was no way in hell Fireman Sam was going to “come to the rekscue” on this one.

He looked at her flickering eyes and quivering lips as he shook his head. “Bloody hell!” he gasped, dimly aware of the growing stain in his crotch. “I can’t believe… it was an accident… it shouldn’t have… oh bloody hell!”

He gave her lips a kiss. Her eyes flickered once more. Then her expression sagged in death.

Seeing her head drop… then the way her body started to jerk around as her legs kicked up a little. It had been incredibly arousing. He had no idea he was capable of cumming so hard at the sight of his dear wife losing her head like that.

He was sorely tempted to pull his trousers down and fuck her mouth. But he didn’t want Jenny to interrupt, even though the door was locked. He figured his wife would be willing, but it just felt a little too degrading.

He thought about little Jenny and how he would explain this to her. It made him think of Jenny’s aunt Dorothy, Vivien’s sister. Maybe she could be coaxed into helping him raise the child. Then he wondered if she could be talked into climbing onto their guillotine to take a ride of her own.

Maybe little Jenny could be sent away to her grandparents for the weekend. Then he and Dorothy could have some fun on the guillotine. And if she accidentally lost her head? Winston decided if that happened he would definitely not hesitate to fuck her skull.

(written for Dorothy Feb 14 ’18 by riwa)

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May 15, 2018 Update 2 (4)

Wednesday morning May 2 I got in my explorer and hauled a load of yard sale items up to see my mom who lives 670 miles away. That required 3 gas fill-ups in order to get there. But I hadn’t seen mom in a couple of years so I was overdue for a trip up there. I made a whole $1.25 during the yard sale, but mom bought a book I’d hauled up, so that was another $1 to go toward my addiction to Mountain Dew.

Her health is not the best, so it did her good to have me come up there. She is a smoker and I am not, so the odor of stale smoke in her house was hard on me and my throat. But I was able to sleep in her bedroom as it was pretty decent in there, and I was glad I could be on the premises with her. Normally I get a motel room, but I was able to handle sleeping the night there. It meant a lot to the both of us for me to be able to stay there.

I drove the 670 miles up in one day, and I drove the same distance back a few days later. So I know what it’s like being on the road for long distances, especially for any of you who drive truck for a living. Thankfully it didn’t seem to bother my back too much. It was good to get away and see the sights and sounds, and I did get in a little sight-seeing. I even saw a deer along the side of the road. And mom’s got a rabbit hanging around her place, and I got to see him (or her) as well.

This month I had to pay my CPA. I had taxes this year (for selling stories) and I needed the CPA to make sure all my ducks were in a row with other investments I have that are steadily dwindling. So that bill came due. April and May are always tough months for extra expenses. But I’m preaching to the choir as you all had a lot of bills come due these last couple of months, right?

This month is the one year anniversary of the passing of my ex-wife. That has been on my mind a little. And with getting ready to haul stuff up to see mom, you can imagine the last few weeks have been more than a little stressful. That is why I appreciate you being here. You give me an outlet to share my stories so I can keep on writing.

So thanks again for stopping by. It really does mean a lot to me.

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My summer with Stan (male themes) 3.7 (3)

I don’t remember what started my enthusiasm for watching women holding their breath. It’s always triggered an intense arousal. Seeing them hitching, struggling and bubbling is a real turn-on. But I never would have imagined my additional underwater fetish until I stayed with a friend over the summer.

He was living with his older brother and sister. Their parents had passed on, but had left enough life insurance to pay for the house. It was a nice place that had a hot tub on the patio in the back yard.

Stan was my friend growing up in high school. We did a lot of things together. But he didn’t know about my fetish, and I never told him about it.

I liked his house because of the hot tub they had. I got to use it whenever I wanted. And I used it a lot, especially when I wanted to hold my breath while stroking underwater.

I was only there about a week before I discovered his brother Glenn and sister Frieda using the hot tub almost as much as I did. Sometimes all four of us used it at the same time. And sometimes it was just Glenn and Frieda as Stan didn’t care about it as much. But it was the way they used it that got me excited.

The basement below opens out onto the backyard. I was sleeping on the lower floor in one of the guest bedrooms. So there were times when I snuck out to use the hot tub at night.

One day Stan and I were out driving around in my Chevy. After we got something to eat we came back home. We planned on spending some time in his room talking and watching TV.

As we went by the kitchen, I happened to glance outside. The kitchen is on the main floor. I always like to look outside to see the hot tub in case someone might be in it.

This time when I looked out I saw Glenn and Frieda out using the hot tub. But they weren’t just sitting in it. Glenn had pushed his sister to the bottom of the tub.

He was forcing her down so she couldn’t come up. I saw a lot of bubbles erupting up at the surface. My cock stirred at the sight, and I paused to watch.

He let her up and she came up gasping for breath. Then he pushed her right back down. He forced her to the bottom where she released more bubbles.

It was the first time I’d ever seen anyone in Stan’s family dunking anybody. Needless to say I found the sight extremely arousing. Then Stan came back to ask what was taking so long. So I got my glass of water and followed him down to his bedroom.

I couldn’t get the sight of Glenn dunking his sister out of my mind. It took a while for the erection in my pants to subside. I was glad Stan didn’t seem to notice.

My ongoing education about Stan’s family was furthered a couple days later. It was after midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I was tempted to go out and sneak in a late night skinny-dip and masturbation session in their hot tub.

I went to the bathroom and got me a towel. Then I headed for the door. It was dark out and I planned on leaving the lights off so I wouldn’t wake anybody up to see what I was doing.

I’d just reached the glass door when I looked outside and saw someone else had gotten the same idea. I saw a set of legs over the edge of the hot tub, making it look like someone was holding their breath. Then I saw a hand stroking a cock.

Bubbles were coming up, indicating someone was submerged and masturbating just like I’d planned on doing. I saw right away it was Stan’s older brother Glenn. He was holding his breath and stroking while his legs hung over the edge of the hot tub. Instantly I had an erection.

I watched as he bubbled while stroking himself. He was struggling as though he wanted to stay down until he had his release. Then he came up to the surface, floating flat on his back.

He gasped loudly for breath. Then he went back down. He furiously jerked his meat as the bubbles came up.

I watched in awe, for some reason my cock hard and throbbing. He really stroked himself as the bubbles came up. There was a sudden eruption of air as he stroked harder. Then he slipped into the hot tub.

He came up gasping for breath. Then he just sat there panting. I got so turned on that I rushed back to my room and jerked a cum out of myself.

I couldn’t believe it! Stan’s brother had actually jerked his meat while he was holding his breath! Did he have the same underwater fetish I did?

I still couldn’t sleep so I waited until he came inside. Then I snuck out for a dip of my own. I was horny again as I climbed naked into the hot tub.

I took a deep breath and then went to the bottom where I sat on my ass. I thought of Glenn’s masturbation session as I bubbled while stroking myself. Sure enough, I enjoyed a second cum. It was enough to get me out of the hot tub, dry off, and get back inside the house before someone caught me out there.

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get that image of him submerged and stroking out of my head. A couple days later the three of us were out soaking in the hot tub while Stan was in watching TV. But I was so hard imagining him holding his breath that when I couldn’t sufficiently cover my erection I made an excuse, got out of the water and went back inside to join Stan.

It was about a week later I caught Glenn dunking his sister again. It was after midnight; I think they’d snuck out. I’d gone up to get a snack in the kitchen since my stomach was rumbling. That’s when I looked outside and saw them.

They were both naked in the water. It looked like Frieda’s arms were cuffed behind her back. She was face down and bubbling while Glen made sure she couldn’t get up.

Once again my cock got hard. I was amazed they were out there naked in the hot tub. And I was equally amazed she was letting him keep her submerged like that. Did she have the same fetish too?

I ate my cookies, drank my juice, and then high-tailed it back downstairs. I peeked outside to see they were still going at it. I watched for as long as I dared before I went back to my bedroom and masturbated.

I couldn’t believe it! Glenn liked to dunk his older sister. And apparently he did it more than once. She must have enjoyed it if she allowed him to dunk her like that.

After that night my imagination started running wild on me. I had to be careful about what I was thinking because sometimes I would get hard thinking about Glenn dunking his sister. Other times it would be me remembering that night I saw him masturbating with his legs over the edge of the hot tub.

From then on I spent more late nights sneaking out to the hot tub to masturbate. Now and then I would get stopped when I saw Glenn or Frieda out there. Whenever they were alone in the water it looked like they were naked and were getting themselves off by masturbating underwater.

One night the three of us spent some time out in the hot tub together talking about our travels. Glenn and Frieda brought up a family trip they’d taken. That night they said they spent some time together in the motel pool dunking each other.

It wasn’t long before I started getting that familiar stiffening. I faked a yawn as I told them I was getting sleepy. I got out and managed to get back into the house without them seeing my erection.

I waited until they came back into the house. Everything settled down as the house got quiet. Then I decided another skinny-dip and stroke in the hot tub would do me good.

I had to pee, so I got up and went to the bathroom. The door was ajar which wasn’t that unusual. I just walked right in and closed it behind me.

Imagine my surprise when I turned and saw Glenn naked face down in a tub full of water. It was clear he was stroking himself because the water was choppy. He grunted and gurgled as the bubbles came up.

I had no idea he was in there. In my excitement I must’ve missed hearing him fill the tub. I was so shocked I just stood there with a massive erection in my briefs.

He came up out of the water in a kneeling position, gasping for breath. Immediately he turned and caught me standing there watching him. I was so busted, and I started trembling like a leaf.

Strangely he didn’t seem angry. If anything he was a little sheepish at having gotten caught. Then he got out of the water, revealing his erection.

I didn’t know what he was going to do to me. I just stood there naked, my damned cock stiffening visibly. There was no way he hadn’t seen it.

He looked at me and smiled. Then he asked, “Jeff, did you like what you saw?”

I couldn’t very well say no, not with my erection sticking out like that. And I couldn’t get it to go down! I was ashamed and embarrassed.

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

He walked right past me to the door and locked it. Then he smiled at me as walked back to the tub. He climbed in and got on his knees as he started breathing deeply.

“Jeff, would you like to hold me down until I cum?” I nodded numbly as my cock twitched. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that!

He waved me over to the tub. Then he took a last deep breath. He submerged and released a couple of bubbles as he went face down into the water.

I was trembling as I pushed him down. I couldn’t believe it! You have no idea how hard I was. I nearly came right then and there. But I told myself to wait until he came first.

He was a pretty good breath-holder as he jerked himself. He grunted as more bubbles came up. I was aroused like you wouldn’t believe.

He went past a minute, and still he kept stroking. I pushed down with one hand while touching myself with the other. More bubbles came up.

After about the second minute he started struggling a little. More bubbles came up as he jerked harder. That’s when I got even more aroused seeing him wriggle and squirm.

I pushed down with both hands as he really jerked himself off. Then he grunted and bubbled as he started shooting ropes of cum into the water. My cock was so hard it was dripping.

He’d told me to keep him down until he came. But he hadn’t told me what to do after that. For some reason I just kept pushing him down.

He started struggling as though he really wanted up. More bubbles came up as the water sloshed all around in the tub. That’s when my cock went off, shooting load after load into the tub on top of him.

I finally let him up. He burst up coughing and sputtering like crazy. I thought he was going to be mad at me, but he wasn’t.

“That was great, Jeff. Did you cum?” I nodded numbly, afraid I might be in trouble.

“Great. We’ll just keep this as our little secret, ok?” When I nodded again he got out of the water, went over and unlocked the door.

I went back to my room, horny and embarrassed. The memory was so strong that I had to masturbate again. Then my body reminded me I really had to pee. Thankfully the bathroom was empty when I tried again.

-The next day I had a hard time getting that image out of my head of Glenn in the tub with me pushing him down. It felt like I had a partial erection all day long. I was finally able to put it out of my mind.

That evening after supper Glenn invited us all out to the hot tub. He gave me a knowing look when he said it. Would you believe I started to get hard again?

Stan wanted to watch TV. But Frieda and I said we’d go out with him. A part of me was embarrassed, but I liked using the tub and was curious to see what might happen out there.

We sat and talked among the bubbling jets for a while. I sure was glad I’d worn a set of baggy trunks. Wearing them in that bubbling water helped to hide my erection.

For some reason Frieda looked like she was hoping something might happen, although I don’t know what it was. Maybe she wanted to get dunked again. Glenn acted like he was clueless, not catching the looks she was giving him.

She finally got out of the hot tub, saying she had to call a friend. That left me and Glenn alone in the water. He smiled knowingly as my cock got really hard again in my trunks.

He gave me a look that made me nervous. Then he asked, “Did you like what happened in the bathroom last night, Jeff?” I stammered out an affirmative.

“Would you like to hold me down and make me hold my breath again?” My throat went dry as I nodded my head.

“Let’s make sure no one interrupts us,” he said. So we both angled ourselves so we could see the house. “Make sure I don’t come up for a while, Jeff.” Then he submerged right between my legs.

I put my legs down over his shoulders to help hold him down. The bubbles hid most of him from view. I wanted to see what was going on, so I reached over and turned them off.

The bubbles cleared to show him cupping his package. His cock had gotten hard and he was rubbing it through the fabric of his suit. That made me hard again.

I watched him grope and fondle himself as I kept him down using my legs. Bubbles came up as he started to struggle a little. I don’t know if it was for my benefit or because he was really running out of air.

I kept him down until he really started thrashing about. Then I let him up, alarmed I might have kept him down too long. He shot up gasping for breath before he looked at me and smiled.

“You like doing that to me; don’t you, Jeff.” I nodded again, my heart beating fast. He must have seen something in my expression because he waved dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. I liked it too.”

He leaned closer and conspiratorially whispered, “Would you like to watch me masturbate again while you’re holding me down?” I gulped and nodded, my hard cock throbbing in my trunks.

“Hold me down and don’t let me up until I cum, buddy. Ok?”

I watched in breathless amazement as he pulled his trunks down off his legs, revealing a nice hard-on. He glanced over at the house to make sure no one was coming out. Then he took a deep breath and submerged.

I brought my legs over his shoulders again to hold him down. He reached down, grabbed his cock and started stroking. That’s when I reached into my trunks and grabbed mine.

I was horny as hell, and I couldn’t believe it! Glenn was making me hold him down again as he held his breath while stroking his meat. I was turned on like you wouldn’t believe!

I watched him stroke while cupping his balls as I jerked my cock. A few bubbles dribbled out past his lips. It was an incredible sight.

I don’t know why I was so turned on like I was. Maybe it was from seeing another guy enjoying holding his breath while stroking underwater. Maybe it was because I was holding him down and making him hold his breath.

He was down for quite a long time. More bubbles came up as he started stroking harder. I could tell he was running out of breath.

I jerked my cock as he began to struggle staying down. He really stroked himself as though he was anxious to get off while he was underwater. I could see his chest heaving, and it was a total turn-on.

For a moment he really started thrashing about. Then his cock went off, sending ropy streams into the hot tub. That’s when mine went off as well.

I kept my legs in place as I tried to squeeze every last drop out of my cock. I had creamed my trunks, but that was ok. I figured I could always throw them in their washer when I did my clothes.

Glenn really started to thrash about in the bottom of the tub. I finally let him go. He shot up gasping loudly for breath, really panting like crazy.

I thought he was going to be mad at me. He just smiled as he told me, “You really like doing that to me, don’t you, Jeff.” I nodded guiltily.

“It’s a good thing I like it too. Otherwise I might want to drown your ass.” Then he pulled up his trunks and got out of the hot tub. He dried himself off before heading into the house, leaving me all by myself.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was still trembling from all the excitement. So I got a big breath, slipped down into the bottom of the hot tub, pulled my trunks down and then stroked another cum out of my dick before calling it a night.

(Dec 8 ’17)

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Victor’s Guillotine 9 4.5 (18)

(This one is also overdue. Sorry – riwa)

9

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Renard asked Kimberly Struthers.

She was the new girl Jeff Sampson was dating after he’d lost Rita from the last time we were down here at Victor’s guillotine. She was lying naked face down, her head locked into the lunette as she looked down at the wicker basket waiting to catch her head. Renard had his hand on the controls, ready to activate the timer.

“Remember,” Jeff reminded her as he knelt behind her. “You’ll be stuck in there for a five minute minimum.”

“Five minutes?” Then she looked at the timer sitting at 16:17. “I don’t know. I’ll p-probably be ok; won’t I, Renard?”

“I hope so,” he said with an amused chuckle as he started the timer.

“You HOPE SO?? WAIT! DON’T – oh bloody hell!”

Bettie Farrish, wife of Clark Farrish and the one who had just ridden the bloody thing right after my turn, stood there with me. We watched as Jeff knelt and started to eat Kimberly out. She moaned and whimpered as she watched the timer.

“Renard, can I ch-change my mind?”

“It’s a little late for that now, Kimberly.”

“Don’t worry, hun,” a naked Sybil Wylie enthused as she stood next to her husband Ken. “I’m sure you’ll be just as good on my plate as Rita was.”

“It’s not nice to tease her, Sybil,” Renard chided with a mischievous grin.

“It’s no fun unless we get to tease a little.”

“Ungh… mmm… oh fuck… Jeff, maybe we’d better… unnhhh.”

“He’s really licking her out,” Bettie murmured as she nudged me. “Damn, that’s hot!” Then she looked at me as she asked, “Is it possible? Could the blade come down right now even though we’re barely into hour number one?” I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Technically anything’s possible,” Renard said to us upon overhearing her question. Kimberly heard us and blurted out, “Bloody hell!” Her eyes were on the timer the whole time.

Jeff got her all worked up before he finally slid his cock into her. She gasped as it filled her. “Oh my… oh FUCK… oh my fucking… BLOODY HELL!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Bettie murmured to me in hushed tones. “But I think I might be willing to ride the bloody thing all over again.”

“This side of the one hour mark… or the other?”

“This side, Julie. Oh wait… I don’t… maybe… hell, I don’t know.”

“Neither do I,” I confided. “It’s so bloody addicting, isn’t it?”

“It bloody well is!”

Jeff thrust nice and slow, allowing Kimberly to savor every thrust. She kept whimpering and blubbering, wondering if they could make it stop… and then acting like she didn’t know what the hell she wanted. Sybil just laughed.

“She’s hooked too; eh, Ken?” she told her husband with a wink and a nudge. “They all get hooked once they ride it for the very first time. Look at poor Julie standing over there. She looks like she’s ready go again; right, hun?” She and her husband laughed as I felt a flush of embarrassment at the truth of her words.

“Oh gawd, Jeff! I never thought our first fuck together would be, uh… wait… how much longer do I have? Oh fuck! I think I want… no, I’ll be ok… no wait, I want… FUCK!”

He started to thrust harder as the timer went past 20:00. She only had another minute plus before Renard would be able to stop it. That’s when I wondered if Renard could stop it anytime he wanted or if that five minute minimum really had been plugged into their random program.

Jeff playfully smacked Kimberly’s ass a couple of times, causing her to wince and moan. I could see a mixture of alarm and bliss on her face. She looked like she really didn’t know what the hell to do.

The timer passed 21:20, indicating she could now be released if she wanted out. But Jeff kept right on thrusting into her pussy. Kimberly whimpered and moaned as though she was getting the fuck of her life.

“What if the blade falls?” Bettie asked in hushed tones. “I mean… just after he lost Rita last time? Wouldn’t that be a little…?”

“Then I hope she’s good eating,” I replied with an amused chuckle, although I was wondering the exact same thing. That would be crazy losing two girls back to back in Victor’s guillotine.

Kimberly gave us a dirty look as we watched from the front. “You bitches aren’t helping… oh bloody hell, Jeff! Is it… are we past the…?”

“You’re past five minutes,” Renard assured her. “I can shut it down any time now. But it looks like Jeff is enjoying himself, although I think you’re enjoying it too.”

“Bloody hell! Being fucked like this right here in front of everybody… with my neck on the line?? I didn’t think… I never thought… oh my gawd… OHMYGAWD!”

She suddenly let out a cry of bliss as she shuddered hard. It looked like she soaked Jeff with her fluids. It was amusing as hell. But it was also incredibly arousing watching her cum like that.

She came down off her high, panting heavily for breath. “Ok, Jeff,” she gasped. “That’s good. I think… I’m done now.” In response he started thrusting harder.

“Jeff? What are you doing?? I said I’m done!” But he just kept right on fucking her.

“Looks like your ride is going to last a little longer,” Bettie snickered at her. “You might as well enjoy yourself,” I added with a twinkle in my eye. “Fuck that sexy bitch!” Sybil declared with a joyous whoop.

We all watched as the timer went past 24:00 and kept right on going. Kimberly was growing more than a little alarmed. “Jeff? Darling?? Don’t you think you should, uh… get me out of h-here?”

“I think it’s his turn to cum now, Kimberly,” Sybil told her with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, hun. It shouldn’t take too much longer… I think.”

“Jeff?? JEFF??? BLOODY HELL, LOVE!”

He really started thrusting as the timer went past 25:30. Kimberly cried out again as she stared at the digits on the wall monitor. “NO; WAIT! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY HEAD!” Then she was screaming… cumming all over again.

At that moment Jeff thrust hard into her pussy. He let out an orgasmic cry, joining hers. “Fuck, that’s hot!” Sybil gasped aloud as she furiously fingered herself.

I was squeezing my thighs together when I caught sight of Renard smiling at me. I blushed when I realized he’d seen my reaction. But I couldn’t help myself as it was arousing as hell to watch.

Next to me I heard Bettie pant, “Bloody hell; that’s incredible!” Her husband Clark had this appreciative smile on his face. Then Kimberly went limp, trying to catch her breath.

Jeff panted heavily as he nodded at Renard. I saw him shut the timer off at 26:47. Then he looked at me as though wanting to see how it had affected me. I was all out of breath, standing there fanning myself.

Kimberly panted like crazy. She looked all woozy as Renard removed the lunette before unstrapping her. Jeff slowly pulled out of her pussy before helping her sit upright. His crotch looked soaked.

“So how was it, love?” Sybil asked, a look of rapture on her face. She appeared to have enjoyed watching Jeff’s new girl get fucked while riding the guillotine.

“It was… it was…” But Kimberly couldn’t seem to find the words. Then she looked at Bettie before gasping, “Was yours just as intense?” Bettie just smiled and nodded.

Kimberly remained sitting there on the bench for a couple of minutes, trying to catch her breath. Jeff stood right next to her, making sure she was all right. She gave him a dirty look over what he’d just put her through in front of the rest of us. Then she saw how she’d soaked him.

“Did I do that?” she whispered, motioning at his crotch as she turned red. He just waved it off, telling her all that mattered was how hard she’d cum and whether or not she’d enjoyed the experience. “It was bloody intense!” she panted as he helped her to her feet.

Renard didn’t have to ask who was going next. Sybil sat right down on the bench the moment Kimberly stood up. Hell, she actually sat right on top of those messy fluids as though she didn’t care. She looked a little high… like she was on drugs or something and wanted more.

She wiped a couple fingers in the fluids, scooping some up. She smiled as she put them into her mouth for a taste. Then she grinned up at Jeff and Kimberly who were now trying to figure out how to dry themselves from the mess they’d made.

“Delicious,” she chuckled. “That’s the cum of a sexy bitch who’s just taken an erotic ride on the guillotine.”

“I’ll go fetch a couple towels from upstairs,” Renard told them with a smile. “I’ll be right back.” And with that he headed for the stairwell.

“That was so sexy,” Sybil told Kimberly. “I’m not ashamed to say I orgasmed watching you ride the guillotine while being fucked.” Then she grinned at Bettie and I as she added, “You two were just as hot. Now you know why Ken and I keep coming back. Bloody hell; now I want a turn!”

Bettie blushed at her words. I smiled bashfully. Kimberly looked like she was still a little out of it, although she seemed to be ok on her feet.

“Careful you don’t end up serving as dinner, Sybil.”

“That’s what makes riding it so hot, Clark… the threat of losing one’s head while being fucked. It makes the orgasms so much more intense. Besides, if it happens to me then Ken’s going to find out just how hard my cunt can squeeze with his dick inside.”

Sybil smiled at all of us as her husband undressed. Then she gestured at him as she told everyone, “Now let a couple of pros show you how it’s done. If I lose my head I hope I’m good eating… and that one of you gents has the nerve to enjoy fucking my skull. I think that would be so fucking hot.”

She surprised me by lying flat on her back instead of face down. That meant she wouldn’t be able to watch the timer. It also meant she would be looking right up at the blade the entire time.

I shivered at her audacity, willing to look up at what could very well be the instrument of her death hanging above her. She worked herself along the bench until her head passed through the opening. Then she gasped when she looked up and saw the blade dangling there above her.

“Bloody hell. Seeing it like that really gets me going!”

Her husband was just starting to strap her down when Renard returned with some towels. He tossed a couple to Jeff and Kimberly who thanked him before drying themselves off. Then he tossed the rest into a pile in the corner.

“Going to ride it face up; eh, Sybil?”

“Damn right I am, Renard! I’m going to show these sexy bitches what it’s like to really get off!”

“Oh Sybil.” He chuckled as he shook his head.

Bettie and I looked at each other in astonishment. It was one thing to ride face down, seeing where your head might land while being able to watch the timer. It was something entirely different staring up at the blade the whole time without knowing how much longer you had to ride the bloody thing.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck, securing it in place. “Medium rare,” she told him with a knowing smile. “Ken likes his meat medium rare. If something happens to me, make sure you have Victor cook his piece of meat that way.”

The guys all laughed as us ladies chuckled nervously. Sybil was certainly being carefree about the whole thing. But I could see in her eyes it was already starting to affect her.

“Anytime you’re ready,” she told Renard. “No use worrying about it, right? If it falls, it falls.”

He chuckled as he activated the timer. Sybil let out a little gasp when he did that. Then Ken knelt between her legs and started eating her pussy.

I must say, he certainly had better access than Jeff did licking out Kimberly while she was lying face down. Ken went right to work on her wet slit and that swollen nub of hers. It was absolutely incredible.

She gasped and moaned, looking up at that blade the entire time. It must have been one hell of a thrill. I think I would have been too frightened to look up at the blade like that.

About that time Dorothy came downstairs with her friend Richard from the states. “We’re just in time, love,” she told him with a squeeze of his arm. “It looks like the ladies are riding the guillotine. Hell, the timer’s already up to 28:00.”

“Come on in and join the fun,” Renard told them both with a welcoming wave. “Everyone else has already had a turn, love. You can go next if you want a ride.”

“Is that Dorothy I hear?” Sybil panted as Ken kept working on her pussy.

“Take your time, love,” she waved dismissively at Sybil. “I’m just showing Richard here how it works.” Then she gasped as she added, “Bloody hell; that looks hot!”

“Will you… oh gawd; that feels good, Ken… Dorothy, will you… will you be riding it next? Oh fuck!”

I looked questioningly at Dorothy. I thought I saw indecision in her expression. “Well I, uh… I hadn’t really, uh… planned on it, love, since James isn’t here with me. But I, uh…”

She didn’t fool me; I could see it in her eyes. She was already giving it some consideration. Seeing Sybil getting licked out like that while lying in the guillotine appeared to be making her breathless.

I saw her look at her friend from the states as though sizing him up. Maybe she was wondering if he might be up for a little guillotine fuck. Would he be willing?

Of course it would be easy enough for her to climb aboard and ride it for five or ten minutes without anyone fucking her. But what was the fun in that? Getting a good shagging really added to the experience.

The timer reached 31:00… and still Ken was licking out his wife. He had her writhing and moaning like crazy. Hell, he was going to make her cum without even sticking his dick inside her!

It was around 32:15 when she went off, crying out as her head twisted from side to side. Ken plunged his tongue deep inside her for a few moments. Then she came down off her high, panting like crazy.

It was erotic as hell. I heard Bettie panting for breath right next to me. I almost squeezed my thighs together again. Everyone else was watching enthusiastically.

Ken rose up and thrust his dick inside his wife without missing a beat. “Oh FUCK!” Sybil gasped. Then he really started giving it to her.

I looked over at Dorothy and saw a telling look in her expression. I strongly suspected she wanted to have a turn. I also suspected she wanted to be fucked while riding the bloody thing.

Sybil looked up at the blade as she panted like crazy. Ken was really giving it to her good. She panted for breath as the timer blew right on by 35:00. What the hell??

Ken reached down and squeezed her boobs. Sybil panted wildly for breath. Then I swear she went off again, shuddering hard. It took everything I had not to orgasm right along with her.

She came down from her high, only for Ken to pick up the pace. She winced as she blurted out… “Fuck… fuck… FUCK ME!” I couldn’t believe it!

Did her husband really want to see her lose her head? Or were they just pushing their luck for the thrill of it? We were still within the first hour. But they’d passed the five minute mark a while ago. It was terribly erotic. But I also thought they were taking one hell of a chance.

Ken finally thrust hard into her pussy at about 37:25 as though he was shooting his load inside her. Sybil popped off again… “OH FUCK!” She appeared to totally lose it until she came down off her high looking dazed and disoriented.

Shamefully I climaxed right along with her. Next to me Bettie was having a hard time catching her breath. Kimberly was all flushed with excitement, while Dorothy looked like she wanted to be next.

Ken thrust nice and slow for a little bit. Renard finally shut the bloody thing down at 38:30. It looked like it had been one hell of a ride.

Renard lifted the lunette off her neck as Ken removed the straps. They had to help Sybil sit upright. She really looked out of it.

“Bloody hell; where am I? That was… that was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard!” When Ken bent down to kiss her, she kissed him so hard I thought she was going to suck his tonsils out.

I looked at Dorothy and saw how agitated she’d become. She looked at her friend and then at the guillotine and then at her friend again. I could tell she was conflicted.

Sybil didn’t help matters any. She looked over at them before asking, “So how about it, Dorothy? Are you next? I can see in your eyes how badly you want to give it a go.”

Richard looked a little flustered. It must have been both exciting and embarrassing watching Sybil get fucked by her husband while riding the guillotine. But everybody else didn’t seem to think anything of it.

Dorothy turned toward him with a pleading look in her eyes. “Richard, I can’t help myself. I want to ride the guillotine next. I know James isn’t here and I probably shouldn’t ask. But would you… I mean… I’d really love for you to fuck me while I’m locked in.”

“What about your husband? I’m not sure I could, uh… you know.”

“You could always ride it without the fucking,” Renard suggested.

“But it’s better with a cock inside you, right, love?” Sybil was no help at all.

“Please, Richard? James will understand. I’m just a crazy, stroppy bitch who wants to go for a ride.”

“Go ahead, Richard,” Sybil urged. “You’ll never get another chance like this. Besides, we can all tell how turned on you are. A bitch like Dorothy deserves to be fucked while she’s strapped down with the blade hovering over her.”

“What about the program?” he asked. “I mean… what if… she said something about it being random?”

“We’re still in the first hour,” Jeff assured him. “Sure, the blade could come down at any time. But it’s usually been coming down sometime during the second hour.”

“Are you sure you want to ride it, love?” He sounded reluctant.

“Please!” the crazy bitch begged. I could see in her eyes how badly she wanted to go for a ride with his cock inside her.

He looked around at all of us as though seeking confirmation. But none of us cared about his concerns over shagging another man’s wife. I guess we all wanted to see him fuck Dorothy in the guillotine.

Renard told him it would be ok. Ken and Jeff both urged him to go for it. Maybe it was peer pressure that finally made him start to take his clothes off.

Dorothy was over the moon as she started to undress. “This is going to be so hot!” Sybil gasped with delight. She was really looking forward to seeing another fucking in the guillotine.

I heard Dorothy ask him if he’d be willing to lick her out first before fucking her. He told her he’d gladly do it just for her. That’s when she told Renard she wanted to lie flat on her back just like Sybil had done.

I was getting all turned on again. This whole damned thing was crazy. But it was sexy as hell watching Dorothy stretch out on the bench with her boobs hanging out like that.

Renard brought the lunette down onto her neck as Ken and Jeff helped strap her down. “You should fuck her mouth first,” Sybil suggested when Richard was naked. His cock was semi hard, indicating he had to have been at least a little turned on by what was going on.

Sybil grabbed him and brought him around to the front of the guillotine. Dorothy tipped her head back and licked her lips. When Sybil helped him push his cock into her mouth I saw Renard activate the controls.

Richard fucked her mouth for about a good two minutes. Then he self-consciously went around, knelt between her legs and began licking her out as though not wanting to keep her there too long. It was incredible watching my friend getting eaten out while lying there naked in that guillotine.

She gasped and moaned; it was erotic as hell. Sybil kept gasping, “Fuck; that’s hot!” Dorothy moaned and whimpered; it look like his tongue was really making her squirm.

Maybe he was hesitant about licking and fucking another man’s wife. But he certainly threw himself into pleasing her. I wasn’t sure how often James ate Dorothy out. But she sure loved what Richard was doing to her…

“Oh fuck… bloody hell… that feels… oh, Richard, it feels heavenly!”

He redoubled his efforts, perhaps because he’d seen what Ken had done to his wife Sybil while she was lying in the guillotine. After all, they’d taken all the time they’d needed to pleasure each other. He worked Dorothy’s pussy with his tongue until she finally screamed his name in orgasm.

She came down from her orgasmic high panting like crazy. By then my knickers were soaked from the excitement of it all. It hadn’t occurred to me to bring an extra change of underwear.

“Now fuck me, Richard!” Dorothy begged. “Give me a good shafting! It’s ok; I promise James will understand. I’m just a crazy, stroppy bitch who deserves to lose her head!”

That must have satisfied him because he got up and shoved his erect cock into her snatch. She gasped with delight as he filled her. Then he started thrusting in and out.

I could see in her eyes what kind of ride she was having. She was looking up at the blade, unable to see what the timer was doing. She writhed, whimpered and moaned while begging him for more…

“Oh fuck… bloody hell… fuck me, Richard… just like that!”

“Fuck that sexy bitch!” Sybil urged. “Let’s see if she loses her head! Give it to her good, Richard!”

Some of us started cheering him on, wanting him to know it was all right to enjoy fucking her. It seemed to make him feel better because he fucked her harder. Dorothy went crazy while that blade ominously dangled from above threatening to separate her head from her shoulders. I’m sure part of her euphoria was from the added naughtiness of being fucked in the guillotine by a man not her husband.

I didn’t pay any attention to the timer. I was too busy watching Dorothy’s reaction. And Richard looked like he was really getting into it, especially the way it looked like her pussy was milking his dick.

He reached down and squeezed her breasts until Dorothy started to stiffen…. “Fuck… I think I’m going to… bloody hell!” Instinctively I brought my thighs together as Bettie panted for breath right next to me. Sybil was still naked and was furiously fingering herself…………..

WHOOSH-THUNK!

It happened so fast it caught us all by surprise. Kimberly and Bettie screamed as a couple of the guys cried out. Sybil was howling like a banshee. I jerked with a start… and then orgasmed in my knickers.

Dorothy’s head was gone; it had simply dropped away into the wicker basket. Blood was spurting out of her severed neck. I couldn’t fucking believe it!

Her body started bucking and jerking on the bench. Thankfully it was strapped down. Richard had a look of shock in his eyes. Renard looked as though he’d tried to reach for the controls well after the fact when it was already much too late.

“Bloody hell!” Sybil gasped as we all stood frozen in place. She was the only one who went into action. She quickly came to the front of the guillotine, reached down and then pulled Dorothy’s head out by a handful of hair.

I couldn’t believe it when she brought it over to Richard, blood dripping out of the severed stump. She pulled his dick out of Dorothy’s twitching corpse. Then she actually impaled the severed head mouth first onto his dripping shaft, giving him one last blowjob.

Richard just stood there in shock, some of his cream spilling off her lips. Sybil excitedly held Dorothy’s head in her hands as she fucked his cock with it. Then she pulled the head up and looked into her face.

“Did you feel that, love? Did you feel his cock in your mouth? That was absolutely incredible! I came so fucking hard!”

I thought I saw her eyes flutter as her lips twitched. Then her expression sagged tiredly. A moment later Sybil kissed her, getting a little cum on her lips which she licked right off with a smile of satisfaction.

Richard looked shocked; I think he was starting to faint. Ken and Jeff caught him and held him upright. Clark and Renard looked astonished the blade had fallen so soon.

Bettie and I stood there stunned as we stared at Dorothy’s twitching corpse. Blood was still pumping out of her severed neck. Then I had the presence of mind to check the timer. It read 48:13.

(Mar 7 ’18)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 9 4.5 (22)

This segment is long overdue. My apologies. – riwa

9

Stew had untied my wrists after my little noose demonstration on the bed riding his and Brad’s cock. Now he smiled at me as he took the rope and brought my wrists once more behind my back. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be feeling the noose again this soon; did you, sis?”

I gasped for breath as a surge of excitement hit me. But I didn’t say a word. I had cum leaking out of my cunt and running down my thighs. I was both nervous and excited like you wouldn’t believe.

Mom came up to me as I stood there naked, my nipples painfully erect. “You’re really looking forward to this; aren’t you, honey? You look like you’re all turned on.” I couldn’t speak; I was trembling so much.

Stew brought a stool over from the corner of the room. It was only about a foot high or so. He placed it directly under the noose in the middle of the room. Then he got the controls and slowly lowered it until it came down and framed my face.

Mom looked at me and started touching and caressing me all over. She rubbed my breasts and then pinched my erect nipples, causing me to let out a yelp. Then she fingered my dripping slit.

She gave me a sexy little finger-fuck as I stood there quivering. Stew took the noose and carefully looped it around my neck. I gasped at the feel of the rope around my throat, wondering what it was going to feel like to hang right in front of mother.

He cinched it up as mom continued to finger me. She pulled her fingers out and looked at the cream on them. Then she stuck them into my mouth, telling me to taste Stew and Brad’s deposits.

I moaned as I got a taste from their two salty loads. Stew got me ready, making sure the knot was right behind my left ear. “Up you go, Janelle” and I felt the rope tighten, pulling me up and forcing me to step onto the stool.

He pulled me up onto my toes until I was shuffling around a little. More cream leaked out of my pussy. Mom used a finger to wipe it up before tasting it.

I struggled to catch my breath, my pussy screaming at me from the excitement and anxiety of it all. My nipples were so hard, and I was trying not to tremble so badly. In moments I was going to be dangling from a noose… with Stew, mom and Brad all watching!

Mom got on her knees and started kissing up my legs. She tried to pull them apart so she could get at all that cream leaking out of my twat. A moment later I threw caution to the wind as I lifted my legs up over her shoulders.

Instantly I had more trouble breathing as the noose took much of my weight. Mom just dove in and started licking and sucking. It was clear she was trying to slurp all that cum out of my quivering cunt.

I rasped and gurgled as I humped her face. Mom shoved a couple of fingers up my ass, making me jerk and gurgle. Then she licked an orgasm right out of me.

She murmured… “Gawd, honey; that’s so sexy!” I felt warm all over the way I was turning her on. Then she gasped, “I wanna see you hanging, honey.” And with that she pulled out from under me.

I lost my support as my legs hung down. My feet instinctively fluttered for the floor as I tried to find solid footing. By the time I found the stool it was too late as I accidentally kicked it aside.

I felt an erotic jolt of panic knowing I’d just kicked my footing away. My legs began to kick as I searched for it. Then I began to twist in place as I rasped and gurgled, putting on a little show for Brad, my mom and my brother.

“Gawd; is that what I’m going to look like?” mom panted. “I thought it would be horrible seeing my daughter hanging in the noose! But she looks so incredibly sexy!” She was so turned on she was rubbing her tits and fingering her swollen nub.

“Go give her a flying fuck, Brad,” my brother said with a smile. “Her pussy is red and swollen; she needs it.” Brad needed no further encouragement.

He came right up to me with his cock hard as a rock. I needed the support, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he impaled me. Then I began riding his twitching dick while lifting myself up enough to get a breath or two of air.

It felt so good inside me with all that sexual energy flowing through me. He had this big smile on his face as he fucked me. I was turning him on and it added to my arousal.

Stew came around behind me, reaching around to grope my tits. Then I felt him push his dick up my ass. I gawked as I shuddered from being double stuffed.

“Ohmygawd!” mom gasped as she watched. “They’re both fucking my daughter as she hangs! I can’t believe how hot that is!”

She furiously fingered herself as the guys gave it to me good. Seeing her get off to my hanging was incredible despite the agony of my breathlessness. And strangling in the noose made my body do incredible things to those cocks, milking and squeezing and massaging them. It was though I was trying to get them both to cum inside me.

The pain in my chest hurt like hell. But the rest of my body was awash in a sea of incredible pleasure. Seeing mom watch me was the icing on the cake, especially the way she was getting off on it.

I kept trying to ride Brad’s cock while Stew fucked my ass. Mom stood there naked the whole time, watching and rubbing one out. I was their noose-whore and they were all enjoying my show, especially the way the guys were giving me a flying fuck.

Brad went off first; I guess my clenching cunt was too much for him. I felt his cum pump inside me. I gurgled as I clenched his cock with my spasming snatch.

It wasn’t long before Stew let out a cry as he rammed me hard up my ass. A few seconds later I got another deposit. “Now I want to watch her hang!” mom gasped excitedly.

Brad and Stew slowly pulled out. I lost my grip on Brad, and my legs hung limp. The renewed strain on my neck set me to kicking again.

I hitched and jerked as I struggled for air. The more I fought, the tighter the noose became. What if mom wanted to leave me up here to die for her? I panicked a little, but I decided that wouldn’t be so bad.

Cum slithered down my legs from my cunt and ass. It was getting harder to breathe. Then mom came up to me again, getting down on her knees so she could feast on the cream leaking out of me.

I started cumming again at the feel of her tongue in my twat as exhaustion set in. It occurred to me I might not make the Entertainment stage at this rate. But I wasn’t sad, not when mom, Stew and Brad were enjoying my hanging.

I was conscious long enough to feel mom’s tongue slurping up all that yummy cum. I quivered from another orgasm. Then I think I passed out.

When I woke up I was lying naked on the bed, mom kissing and cuddling right next to me. Brad and Stew were sitting on the corners of the bed smiling at me. “What happened?” I panted tiredly.

“Gawd, honey! That was incredible! I think I understand now why you want to hang. Gawd; you must have cum three or four times at least!”

That was probably true. Hell, it felt like I’d been fucked for 24 hours straight. All three of them looked at me with big smiles on their faces.

Stew told me, “You passed out, so we got you down, Janelle. I told mom it would be ok if we hanged you in here if she wanted. But she said as hot as it was to watch, she prefers to hang first. That way you can hang on the stage in front of everybody if you want.”

“That’s right, honey,” mom said with a smile. “It was sexy and all. But I’m not sure I want to see you go all the way. I think I’d rather you watch me hang first.”

“Thanks, mom,” I replied before I kissed her deeply. She kissed me in reply, thanking me for showing her how a good noose-whore should put on a show. She told me she would try to do just as good a job as I had done.

“Well… no use putting it off,” she finally said. “I suppose we should get this over with before the Club sends someone in here to check on me.” And with that she climbed out of bed, went over and stood underneath the noose.

She had Brad tie her hands behind her back since it was his cum that had condemned her. Then he noosed her up. I saw her gasp when the rope touched her neck, and she started to tremble. I knew exactly what she was feeling.

Stew and I sat on the end of the bed and watched as Brad took the slack out of the rope with the remote. Mom was forced to step up onto the stool. “This is a little scary,” she admitted in a trembling voice.

“Yeah, mom; it is,” I told her. “But it should make the orgasms even bigger. The fear should make you super horny.”

“I th-think it is, honey.”

She began to pant for breath, only to rasp a little as Brad took her up a little more. “F-fuck; I’m getting scared here. B-but it has to be done, right? Ok, Brad! You’d better h-hang me before I ch-change my mind.”

“Can we fuck you in the noose, mom? Or would you like to hang solo?”

“I m-might like a little help here, honey.”

“I’ll start, Stew,” I told him as I got up from the bed. I was a little sad, but I was also so fucking turned on.

I knelt in front of mom and started kissing up her legs. I knew how scary it was and I wanted to make it feel good for her. So I kissed all the way up until I tried to get to her pussy.

She tried to spread her legs to give me better access. But her feet really wanted to keep that stool in place. I just kissed and licked as though determined to get her off. After all, it was her decision and I wasn’t going to force it.

She moaned and rasped as her pussy clenched around my probing tongue. I wanted to do more but her thighs were still clenched together too tight. I think she was having a hard time letting go.

I was dimly aware of Brad and Stew watching us. But my eyes were on mom’s pussy the entire time, making her feel just as good as I could. I kept licking and kissing and moaning into her muff, loving the way she twitched and trembled and humped my face.

She moaned and whimpered, but her feet still clung stubbornly to that stool. I just teased her with my tongue, letting her know I was still there and wanted more. It was entirely up to her.

All of the sudden she let out a grunt as she lifted her legs, giving me better access. She tried to get them up over my shoulders but seemed to be having a little trouble. So I helped her as I lifted them up so she could rest her legs on my shoulders, bracing herself against me. Then I dove into her muff, slurping and moaning hungrily.

She rasped and gurgled, and I could just make out the words “Ohgawd!” She humped my face, even as it must have gotten harder for her to breathe. I was determined to stay there for as long as necessary.

I plunged my tongue deep into her juicy twat, enjoying how it squeezed and clenched. She rasped, moaned and whimpered as she humped my face. Then I finally heard her rasp the words, “Hang me, Janelle!”

I took the stool away as I pulled out from underneath her legs. She wildly swung back and forth, her feet searching for the stool in my hand. I set it aside as we all watched mom dance her life away.

She kicked and gyrated; I don’t think she’d ever ridden a noose before. But as an amateur she put on an incredible show. It was sexy as hell, especially the way she threw out her chest with her nipples all pointed like that.

She thrust her breasts outward as her thighs suddenly came together. Her pussy was red and swollen and really dripping. We all hear a raspy “Cummm….iinnnkkkkk” Then she humped the air like crazy until she dangled limp with exhaustion.

I called out, “Want Stew to fuck you, mom?” She nodded her head… or at least I think she did. Stew went right up to her, stuck his really hard cock inside her and then lifted her legs up around his waist.

I saw some life in her as she clung to him while trying to lift herself up to get a breath. She gurgled as she rode him and I heard a raspy “Fuck….. me….” Then I gave Brad a push in the back, telling him to take mom’s ass so she could feel two cocks inside her at the same time.

Brad went up behind her and reached around to grope her boobs. Then he pushed his way up inside her ass with his dick. She gawked and gurgled as she became a little more animated.

I couldn’t help watching and fingering myself. She looked at me and her eyes flickered as though she liked to see me getting myself off. Then she gurgled again as Stew and Brad really enjoyed fucking her holes.

I called out, “Fuck her hard, Stew! Fuck that noose-slut!” It was no longer mom. Now it was some sexy bitch who was getting a hot, flying double-fuck as she strangled to death in the noose.

Mom gawked as she finally rasped, “Hang… me…” Stew and Bad really gave it to her good. Then they pulled away, leaving her to dangle.

We all watched her for a few minutes as her muscles twitched and jerked while she tried to move her arms and legs. Cum leaked down her inner thighs from her cunt and her ass. Then I stepped forward again.

I got down on my knees and started licking her out once more, grabbing and groping her ass for support. But I let her legs hang limp. She wasn’t being very animated. But I could still feel her pussy clenching around my tongue.

I licked and tongued her juicy twat, enjoying the taste of my brother’s cream leaking out of her. Her pussy twitched and clenched less and less, although I think she had one more orgasm. After a while she didn’t twitch or clench at all.

I stood up and kissed her lips, trying to share Stew’s cum with her. But her mouth did not respond. I caressed her mounds and sucked her nipples as tears filled my eyes. Then I finally stepped back.

Stew saw me and came over to console me. Brad went up and kissed mom on the lips, telling her it was great and she was the best snuff he’d ever seen. That’s when I heard a little dribble of urine stream down her legs to fall off her feet onto the floor. I like to think that was her way of thanking us for enjoying her death.

2017 (written Dec 17 ’17 by riwa)

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The Haunted House by Miriam 4 (9)

Note: English is not Miriam’s first language. But I thought she did very well translating this story into English to make it readable. Enjoy! -riwa

The Haunted House

By Miriam

It was late Saturday night as Lisa drove home from a party that she visited earlier. She was all alone and of course she didn’t drink anything so she was be able to drive safely. Just one day ago she earned her driver’s license. She was so proud of since it secured her future.

The night was strangely bright because the full moon stood high in the sky. You could see a lot of stars and that sight was only interrupted by some little dark clouds. Just in the distance a dark wall of clouds was there to see.

On her way home she had to drive along a country road. It was a long way to the next town where she lived with her parents. She listened to some music in the radio, but over time more and more static rustling mixed into it. A clear sign for an upcoming storm not so far away. At some point she simply turned the radio off.

Just a few minutes later Lisa heard a loud bang followed by another. Instinctively she kicked the break to get to a halt. All too soon she lost control over her car and it began to spin around. Lisa just saw that her car rushed towards the black shape of a tree. Her foot kicked the break harder and she ripped her arms up to save her face. The whole car shook as its rear scrapped over the bark of the tree. Eventually it got to a halt.

For a few moments Lisa kept her arms up until she realized, it was over. Her whole body shook in shock as she eventually lowered her arms. Through the windshield she saw the tree just a few meters in front of her. It took several more moments for her to overcome that shock.

“God, that was close.” She told herself. “Just a bit further over there and I had been crushed.”

With trembling fingers she opened the door to get out of her car. Her knees were still shaking as she straightened up and looked around. The road was empty so no one noticed that accident. She leaned down into the car to grab her purse. Quickly she opened it up and searched for her cellphone.

“Oh, great!” She noticed. “No cell coverage. Am I so far away from a radio mast?”

She dropped her phone back into her purse and started to observe the damage. The front of her car looked good. The driver’s side seemed to have no damage as well. As she reached the rear of her car, she saw the deep scratches left of the tree’s bark. Then she observed the passenger’s side and her eyes got wide. Both tires were shredded.

“Damn!” She said. “Those scratches are awful, but my car could still drive. But I have only one spare wheel and even if it would be just one shredded tire, I don’t know if I could handle the replacement.”

Again she looked up and down the road. No other car was there to see. She had to sigh and suddenly she had to twitch as a short lightning flash filled the night and just a few moments after it a loud thunder rolled over the earth.

“Now that as well!” She spoke. “What shall I do now?”

Lisa leaned against her car, looked in both directions of the road and started to consider her options. Her cellphone didn’t work so she couldn’t call for help.

She could wait until another car comes up this road, but it was in the middle of the night so it could take hours. It didn’t seem to be a good idea to her to wait since obviously a storm was coming up. Another lightning flash followed by a rolling thunder was a clear sign for it.

Another option was to lock up her car and start to walk into the next town. Problem with that was that she didn’t know how far she would have to walk and in which direction the closest town was. If she would do that, she might get right into the storm.

Suddenly it hit her and she tapped her forehead. Just a few minutes before she had her accident, she passed a manor and if she remembered right, she saw light in the windows. There she must find people and perhaps a phone to call help. It couldn’t be as far away as the towns and with a bit luck, they would let her stay until the storm is over.

Lisa made her decision that seemed best to her. So she shouldered her purse and looked at the traces of her car to find the right direction. Again there was a lightning flash and the thunder came much sooner than the ones before as she started to follow the road.

***

The wind already whistled through the air as Lisa reached the driveway of the manor. Like a huge, dark and sleeping animal the huge manor lay in front of her. The moonlight threw moving shadows onto its front. All windows were dark so the owners must be gone to bed. Lisa shuddered a bit as she did her first step up the driveway and towards the house. What sort of people might live here? She hoped desperately that it would be friendly and helpful ones.

As she came closer to the front door, she stopped in her movement. It wasn’t closed and stood open for quite a bit. Her heart pounded harder and up into her neck. The wind got a bit stronger and another lightning flash and thunder made her shudder even more.

Lisa crossed her arms and rubbed over her upper arms. Undecided she looked around. The dark wall of clouds seemed to be much closer now. Then she looked back at the open door.

“Perhaps the owner just forgot to close it.” She told herself. “And perhaps they will be grateful if I ring and they notice their mistake.”

Slowly Lisa stepped up the few steps to the open door. In the moonlight she looked for the doorbell, but there was none. Then she noticed an old fashioned door knocker. Her hand was trembling as she reached out for it. As her fingertips touched the cold metal, she had to shudder again. Lisa swallowed down a lump in her throat before she found the courage to actually knock.

The knocks seemed a bit too loud to Lisa as they echoed through the dark entrance hall. She had to shudder again and started to listen in. There was nothing else was to hear but the wind, another rolling thunder and her loud heartbeat. As this went on for a bit more time, she knocked again and again it sounded a bit too loud. Lisa tilted her head aside to listen.

The seconds passed by and nothing else was there to hear. Perhaps the owners were in sleeping too deeply to hear. Lisa swallowed down another lump in her throat and started to push the door further open. It made a creaky noise which caused her to get goosebumps.

Lisa took one step to look into the entrance hall. It was partially illuminated by the moonlight. As far as Lisa could see, there was no carpet and only the first step of a wide stair was illuminated. Then she looked to the left and the right but there was nothing to see except to the moonlight that fell through the windows.  There was not a single piece of furniture, which was suspect to Lisa.

With one hand Lisa started to search for a switch to turn the lights on. At first she tried on the left side, but there was none. Then she tried on the right with the same result.

“That’s odd.” She told herself. “Why there is no switch? Don’t they have current?”

Lisa just took one more step into the entrance hall as a lightning flash lit it for a single moment. It was far too short to really see much details, but Lisa clapped her hands over mouth and nose to muffle a scared scream. The flashlight let her see two scary grimaces to both sides of that stair. Lisa was alarmed and ready to quickly turn around and run away if something comes out of the night to jump at her.

As nothing happened for quite a while, Lisa started to calm down. In fact she started to get a bit curious about what she had seen. So she opened up her purse and looked for her phone. The light of its display was weak, but for Lisa it seemed enough as replacement for a pocket flashlight.

With her cellphone in her hand and her arm stretched forward, Lisa took a few more steps into the entrance hall. The light of her phone was so weak that she couldn’t see any more details than before. Suddenly Lisa froze as the wind outside got so powerful that it howled through the trees.

She looked back over her shoulder and saw the door swung. It swung back and forth and then, with a powerful blow of the wind, it swung so far that it knocked against the wall. Two, three and four times the door slammed against the wall, the sound rang in Lisa’s ears, and then the door swung shut with a loud bang that made Lisa shudder.

In her shocked state Lisa almost dropped her phone. She felt the hairs in the back of her neck straighten and a cold shiver run down her spine. For an endless moment she just stood there and looked at the now closed door. Silently she listened into the house to hear if anyone woke up by the loud noises, but except for the wind outside and her incredibly loud heartbeat she could hear nothing else.

“Oh heck! That was really scary!” She whispered to calm herself down.

Lisa swallowed down a lump in her throat before she walked back to the door. With her free hand she reached out for the knob to open the door.

“What the hell….?!?” Lisa gasped and let the light of her phone wander over the door. “No knob? Why the heck it has no knob?”

Slowly Lisa started to realize that she was inside of an abandoned manor. Her memory that had seen light in the windows might be just imagination in the aftermath of her accident. She nudged the door in despair.

“Damn door! How shall I get out of here?”

***

It seemed Lisa had no other choice but to search for another entrance to leave the manor. Her knees felt a bit like pudding as she started to explore the entrance hall. The moonlight still shone through the windows and partially illuminated the hall. Even those windows were her first target to investigate. At each one she tried to open but none of the windows wanted to give in.

“Hmm. I need something to break that glass.” She noticed.

Lisa started to look around more intensely. As before she didn’t see any pieces of furniture. As her eyes met the floor, she saw her own traces in a thick layer of dust. As she looked over the dark part of the hall, another cold shiver ran down her spine.

She held her phone in front of herself and started to explore the walls at the sides of the hall. The light was too weak to drive back much of the darkness. The first door at the right side of the hall she noticed first as she stood only two or three steps in front of it. Her heart pounded harder again as she reached out for its knob.

“Damn!” She cursed as she rocked at the knob. “It’s locked. Why the hell is that door locked?”

After a few more rocks, Lisa gave up and started to look for other doors. One more she found on the right side of the hall and two on the left. All of them were locked. Lisa sighed and turned around to look towards the still illuminated first step of the stair in the hall’s center. She froze as she thought about the grimaces she saw earlier.

“Looks like I have to search for another way out. Perhaps somewhere on the upper floor a window is open or I can find another stair that leads me down to a back entrance.” Lisa spoke to encourage herself. “Come on, Lisa. It’s nothing but just an old and abandoned manor. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Lisa took a few deep breaths and as she felt her heartbeat calmed down a little, she started to head towards the stair. She nearly jumped in shock as she neared the post at the lower end of the stair’s handrail. On top of the post, like frozen in its motion, rested the bust of a bat-winged demon with helical horns and a wide open maw, which showed needle-like teeth and an unnatural long tongue that hung out of it.

“Oh god! That’s gross!” Lisa gasped. “Whoever once lived here, must had an awful taste of decorative layout.”

Only reluctantly Lisa unfixed her eyes off the bust to investigate the stair and handrail. Neither had a better look than the rest of the hall. Layer over layer of dust covered them.  She walked around the first post and saw that the right one had a similar bust on it. She screwed up her nose, but then her eyes lit up as she discovered an old candle between the second busts clawed feet.

“At least a little improvements* she told herself as she opened her purse and used the light of her phone to look for a lighter. “My phone won’t live forever and I don’t think I can charge it in this place.”

Eventually Lisa found her lighter. It took her some attempts to get the wick to burn. Before she did her last attempt, she removed the dust with her fingers. At first the candlelight was weak and made a sizzling noise, but then it grew in strength and illuminated a bigger circle than her phone did before. She looked up and shuddered. In due to the slightly moving flame the candle threw moving shadows onto the grimace of the bust. It almost looked as if the candlelight aroused the busts life.

Lisa looked back over her shoulder towards the door and the windows. All were still locked and through the window she saw the trees heavily moving of the powerful wind. But now, since she lit the candle, the howl of the wind got less noisy. The moon still shone and accented the dark clouds flowing over the sky.

“Well. Time to find a way out of here.” Lisa sighed and turned around to the stair.

Lisa made her way on the dusty stair without touching the handrail. The stair itself didn’t seem to have any damage so she didn’t have to think about where to place her feet. On the half way up the wide stair ended in front of the high back wall. Lisa lifted the candle to look at the wall. It showed a huge frame of perhaps a painting, which seemed to once hang there.

“Wow! Whatever it was, it must be very expensive as huge as it looks.” Lisa commented.

Carefully Lisa swung the candle to the left and right to notice two smaller stairs leading up to the upper level of the manor. She took a few moments for herself to decide which way she should try first while she moved the candle from one side to the other. Both stairs were covered with dust and it looked like no one was here for ages.

Eventually Lisa decided to try right hand first and made her way up. Soon she reached the upper level and stood in front of a wall with a door. She reached out to test the knob, but this door was also locked. Then she lifted the candle a bit more towards the front of the manor. It looked like she was on a long balcony with the handrail continuing to her right and the wall with perhaps one more door to her left. So she started to make her way to the front and look for more possible doors.

In fact she found two more doors, but both didn’t want to open. Except for the dust on the floor, she found no traces of any pieces of furniture. Lisa sighed as she reached the end of the balcony and realized, she took the wrong way. On her heels she spun around to make it back to the stair.

The other balcony looked just like the first and the first two doors she tested were also locked. As she stood in front of the last door, she gulped hard.

“If it’s locked too, I have no Idea how to escape from here.” She sighed. “Perhaps I can just go back down and use my neat and expensive purse to break a window.”

Lisa froze just of thinking of this possibility. She felt her hand starting to tremble again as she reached out for the knob. Then she hesitated for just a little moment before she touched and turned it around. A faint click reached her ears and to her relief the door swung slowly open.

Behind the door Lisa discovered a long corridor with some windows at the left side and some doors at the other as well as one door at the opposite end of the corridor. The floor was fully covered in dust and even here she saw not a single piece of furniture. The moon shone through the windows so the whole corridor was illuminated by its dim light.

“Perhaps one of those is my way out of here.” Lisa whispered to herself and went on to check the doors.

There were three doors which lead away from the corridor. Lisa tested them all but discovered, that they were locked too. Now only one door was left at the end of the corridor. Lisa approached it and put her hand onto the knob. She took a deep breath as she slowly turned it. With a faint click the door swung open a crack. Lisa was happy. At least not all ways were blocked.

***

Disappointment and also surprise flew over Lisa’s face as she stepped through the door. She found herself in just a room, but unlike the rest of the manor she had seen until now, this room wasn’t empty. To her disappointment the room had no other door, which could lead further through the manor to perhaps an entrance.

But the room contained a huge mirror that covered the whole wall to her right. On the opposite wall to the door, covered by a sheet, seemed to be a large cupboard. In the middle of the room was a low, round table and next to the door was, also covered by a sheet, a couch. On the opposite of the mirror’s wall was a small window with broken glass. As Lisa looked up, she spotted a hole in the ceiling. At first she thought about a broken roof since a bit moonlight fell through. Looking closer she realized, it was not just a hole, but a broken skylight.

“Perhaps I can escape through that window.” Lisa said and walked over to it.

She tried to pull it open, but it won’t move. Another flash of disappointment came over her face. Then she tried to take out the remaining shards of glass out of the frame. After she almost cut open her hand on them, she decided to let them stay where they were.

As Lisa tried to peer out, she saw nothing. The storm had arrived and black clouds covered the moon. Outside she saw just a black wall and could hear the wind howl. Next she heard the rain and perhaps some hail drum onto the roof and against the front wall of the manor. She made a step back.

“Oh, what a hell of a storm.” She commented. “At least I have a roof over my head.”

Lisa turned on her heel to look back at the far too oversized mirror. The reflection of her frame was blurry because the mirror was weathered. Then she noticed that even if the skylight was broken, no rain or hail fell into the room. It seemed as if the house kept all out except to those things it wanted to have in. Lisa felt a cold shiver run down her spine of just thinking about that.

Lisa stepped around the table to face the covered cupboard. In hope to find something useful she reached out to pull down the sheet. The board offered an awful look. Some doors were missing, the glass of the showcase was blurred and its wood looked bloated. Lisa took her time to open the remaining doors and drawers. Behind one door she found an old oil lamp. As she touched its wick, it felt still a bit wet. Then she brought her fingers up to her nose to sniff at them.

“Hmm. Looks like the lamp is still usable.” She told herself. “Let’s see…”

Lisa brought the flame of the candle up to the lamp’s wick. After a few sizzling noises it really started to burn. A happy smile came over Lisa’s face as she blew out the candle and took out the lamp. It illuminated much more than the candle did. Lisa put the lamp onto the table and turned to look some more through the cupboard.

Some of the drawers were simply stuck so she couldn’t open them. Behind the smaller doors she also found nothing. Only the wardrobe part of the cupboard offered a little surprise to her. As she opened the large doors, she saw some coils of rope which hung over some hooks at the clothes rail.

“Uhh. That’s strange.” She wondered and picked up one of the smaller coils. “Why does anyone want to store ropes in a wardrobe? Well, perhaps I can use them later to climb out of here.”

Suddenly a loud bang made her jump in shock. She looked over to the window and assumed there must a branch broken off its tree and hit the front of the house. This made her start to think it would be better to stay until the storm is over. She also felt her legs start to hurt after the long walk from her car to this manor and her search for an exit. Lisa stepped over to the couch and removed the sheet from it. Even if it looked very old, it seemed quite comfortable to her. Before she took a seat, she tested the cloth with her hand to make sure it didn’t feel wet. With a deep sigh she sat down and stretched out her legs. Soon she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

***

Lisa … Sexy little one. …

Lisa’s eyes moved under her closed lids as she dreamed about pictures, stories and movies she liked to look at on the web.

… Look at her movements … Lisa … Lisa … she is opening her jeans. …

Lisa let out a little moan as her fingers found their way into her panties and started to tease her labia and swelling clit.

… She gets quite horny … Lisa … Naughty little thing. …

Her breath got heavier as she wriggled on the couch, her fingers moved slightly in her panties and she opened up her legs further to have better access while she dreamed of a bunch of men roughly taking her in every orifice she has to offer.

Its time … Lisa … Naughty little girl … Wake up … Lisa … Wake up, Slut!

Lisa woke up and looked confused around. Her mind told her, there were noises, perhaps voices, but the room was still empty. Then Lisa realized, she had a hand down in her jeans and panties. She felt some damp wetness at her fingers and as she pulled them out and up to her nose to sniff, it smelled obviously like sex.

“God, I must had an exciting dream.” Lisa whispered as she cleaned her wet fingers at her tight t-shirt that revealed her flat belly.

As Lisa looked up, she noticed a change in the mirror. With wide eyes she stared at her clear reflection on it. How could that be? How can a weathered mirror get clear in just a short time? While she looked into the mirror, she noticed a movement in the far corner of the room. As she turned her head, there was nothing. Again she looked into the mirror and again she saw a movement. This time she spotted a smoky shadow at the reflection of the door, but a look at the door itself was nothing.

Her heartbeat got faster and she felt a thick lump in her throat. Quickly Lisa closed her jeans and got to her feet. Something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and just saw how the rest of the sheet fell off the cupboard.

“Oh shit!” She gasped. “What is going on here?”

LISA! … LISA! … LISA! … It suddenly sounded in her ears. Lisa froze as a cold shiver run down her spine. She gasped hard and took a step towards the door. Then she let out a shriek as the door slammed shut without anyone touching it. Quickly she ran over and pulled at its knob, but the door wouldn’t open. Quickly she spun around and pressed her back against the door. Her eyes got wide again as she watched the oil lamp lifting off the table. It floated over to the cupboard and settled down onto a shelf.

LISA! … YOU’RE MINE! … It rang in her ears.

Then something hit her. An invisible force drove the air out of her lungs. But not just that. Lisa felt how something lifted her off the floor. While she gasped for air, her body flew across the room and spun around. Another hard hit drove the air out of her as her back got slammed onto the small, round table. Lisa started to fight, but felt something pushed her arms and legs down. Next something wound itself into her long blonde hair and pulled her head hard down.

Lisa wanted to scream but couldn’t as, although she saw nothing, something forced her mouth open and pushed inside. Lisa had to gag as it hit the back of her mouth. Helpless she struggled as an unknown intruder forced its way down her throat. She felt the outline of her neck bulging as it moved deeper down her throat than anything she experienced before. Eventually she felt something pressing hard against her nose.

Besides that Lisa felt something on her belly and at the cleavage of her t-shirt. It felt like fingers, but there were no warmth in them. Desperately she tried to struggle and tears came up in her eyes. She felt how the intruder blocked her windpipe, her lungs started to tremble for fresh air and then she felt her shirt get ripped off her body. Her small a-cup breasts got exposed and whatever assaulted her, started immediately to play with her nipples. She felt all the twists and tug on them.

Something still held down her arms and legs. The invisible phallus moved in and out in her mouth and throat. Lisa felt her legs get closed and how her jeans get opened. She struggled even more as she felt her jeans get pulled off her well-shaped legs. A soft thud filled the air as her jeans dropped to the floor. Then something pushed against her labia through the thin fabric of her bikini panties. She couldn’t help but to get aroused by the touches and rubs on her sensitive parts.

From one moment to the next the intruder pulled out of her mouth and her hair got free. Heavily gasping for air, Lisa lifted her head. Around herself she saw nothing, but she felt the force that held her down. She gasped again, but not for air as her eyes met the mirror. On it she saw smoky shadows around the table and her. She wasn’t sure how many there were, but at least she counted six before her head got pulled back down and anew something entered her mouth and throat.

Lisa gagged hard and felt tears at her temples as she felt tugs at her panties. Soon the tug got more forceful and her panties got ripped off. Invisible hands pulled her legs apart and exposed her to whatever was with her in this room.

A subtle blonde triangle pointed downwards to the moist and sensitive folds of her pussy. The intruder in her mouth left for a few moments so she could take some breath. Then, almost at the same moment, something entered her mouth and her pussy as well. Lisa shuddered because she felt only her folds get stretched out. There was no warmth, just the unmistakable feeling of something penetrating.

All too soon her mouth got free again, she gasped for air and lifted her head. The thrusts into her pussy got more forceful and something bent her legs back. Invisible hands kneaded her firm breasts and pulled hard at her sensitive nipples. Lisa couldn’t help but to grunt and moan with the actions.

A movement at the cupboard drew her attention. She watched a large coil of rope fly out. It uncoiled in front of her. With wide eyes she watched how it tied itself into a noose. While the free end of the rope lifted up towards a beam at the ceiling, Lisa screamed out loud as something really big started to force its way into her tight backdoor. Then she felt a grip in her hair and her head got yanked back. She wanted to scream again, but an invisible phallus sink deep down her mouth and throat.

Helpless Lisa bounced back and forth with the powerful thrusts into her body. She felt cold hands that held down her arms and her legs at her knees. Only her lower legs, her feet still covered with her ankle socks and sneakers, were free to move and kick at….well, there was nothing to kick at.

Lisa gasped hard for air and her face already turned red with asphyxiation as her attackers withdrew. She got hauled off the table, spun around and put back down on her belly. Soon she felt something spread open the firm cheeks of her backside. Her eyes got wide and she let out a long groan as her backdoor got penetrated again. Then Lisa felt invisible hands in her hair. Her head got pulled up and something took use of her mouth.

Lisa felt torn between fear and arousal. On one side she loved to imagine a lot of men taking use of her body and holes. She loved to dream about getting prepared for a noose and hanging for the pleasure of others. But now this abandoned manor seemed to know all of her secret desires. It was actually using her up and behind her was a noose already waiting to take her into its embrace.

She was so full of fear, but her body betrayed her. She felt all her muscles work and squeezing out the juices of her arousal. Deep down in her belly she felt a huge orgasm building up. The fact that something pulled her arms behind her back and another rope flew by from the cupboard didn’t change anything. She felt the familiar tension of an upcoming orgasm inside grow stronger as the rope wound itself around her wrists. It wound around very tight and made her gasp in pain. More and more of her saliva drooled out of her mouth and around the invisible phallus.

Lisa closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it may look. How her lips were stretched around an invisible cock. How far her backdoor was stretched out around nothing and made it possible to look deep into her bowels. She felt all of it. The hard thrusts and the merciless hands on her body. She just felt the touches and penetrations without any warmth in them.

She tried to struggle again as something pulled and tied her elbows together. There was no way she could free herself anymore. Her shoulders started to hurt because of the strong tension in her arms. As something slapped her pussy and clit, it was quite too much for her. With a long groan into her attackers cock and hard twitches it came. Her orgasm washed away all fear and doubts. The muscles of her pussy clenched and contracted as they squeezed out a little fountain of her juices.

***

As Lisa regained her senses, the violation seemed to be over. She could breathe and it felt as if nothing stuck in her orifices anymore. She felt tired and exhausted. As she tried to move her arms, she noticed, they were sill bound.

“Please…..” Lisa whimpered. “Please let me go. You … you had your fun with me … You used me up … I can’t take anymore.”

Lisa … You can. You can and you will … You’re all mine!

Lisa couldn’t believe what she heard. Except for her there was no one who could talk inside the room, but there was a voice. Again she felt hands. They took a hold of her shoulders and lifted her off the table. She got set on her feet and turned around to face the noose.

“Nooo!” She screamed. “Everything but that! Please!”

Her eyes widened as the noose opened up further. It looked as if it smirked at its victim. Lisa started to struggle as she got dragged over to the noose. Her head got bent forward and invisible hand slipped the noose over it. Lisa gulped hard as she felt the rope tighten around her neck. The hemp felt so rough to her soft skin.

“Please!” She begged. “Don’t do this to me. Please!”

Lisa bent her head back and looked up to the beam. The rope started to move like a snake and wound itself more around the beam. Lisa’s eyes got wide and she started to make choking noises as the rope pulled her up onto her tiptoes. The knot at her left ear forced her head to tilt over to the right. Lisa opened her mouth wide and worked her lips like a stranded fish to fill her lungs with air.

Lisa was forced to look at herself in the mirror. She could see all the smoky shadows around her in the room. She saw her whole body glistening of perspiration. One of the smoky shadows reached out towards her crotch. Her whole body tensed up as she felt the cold touch and the gentle, but forceful rubs at her pleasure button. Her cheeks flushed red in shame as she felt her pussy leaking more juices. It seemed as if her body really wanted this to happen.

Her breath got faster. Some whistles and gagged noises were mixing in. Her mind started to enjoy the sight in the mirror. That beautiful, young, blonde woman with her arms tied behind her back. Her breasts pushed forward and hard nipples pointed up like the rubbers on a pencil. Her chest was trembling as well as her flat belly. Then there was this smoky hand that teased her to new arousal. Her long and well-shaped legs were quivering. This woman was nude as Lisa always imagined in her fantasies. Nude except for the ankle socks and sneakers she wore as she had to balance on her tiptoes.

“Urggh….God.” Lisa had to grunt. “This is….so mean.”

Suddenly Lisa felt a powerful tug at the rope and watched as the woman in the mirror get lifted off her feet. The noose tightened around her neck, dug inside her soft skin and sealed of her windpipe a lot more than before. Saliva drooled out of her mouth, flew down over her chin and dripped onto her trembling and shaking breasts.

Lisa saw the shadow moving in front of the woman. She felt cold grips at her legs and how they got lifted up. In the mirror she watched the shadow put the woman’s legs over its shoulders. A deep growl escaped Lisa’s throat as it started to lick and suck at her pleasure button. The rope tightened just enough towards the beam to let Lisa a shallow breath.

Frightened and also absolutely aroused Lisa watched the woman’s eyes starting to bulge out. Her soft tongue started to swell and roll out of her mouth. Her whole face turned into a deep red as she fought for air. At her neck she could see the carotid pulsing where the noose dug in. The firm breasts wriggled with each attempt to free herself and to draw more air into her burning lungs.

And then there were other sensations. Even if it hadn’t any warmth, the tongue and the mouth of the shadow brought her closer to another, mind-blowing orgasm. There was nothing she could do about but to let it happen. The tongue parted her labia and wormed its way deep into her love tunnel. It slid out to lick and knock onto her clit. Then there were sucks and nibbles.

It was too much for Lisa. The orgasm simply rolled over her. She grunted out the last bit of air that was in her lungs. The noose tightened around her throat and cut off her windpipe. Her whole body shuddered and twitched in pain and pleasure. The muscles in her pussy contracted so hard that she squirted out again. There was nothing her liquids could hit so she simply squirted against her reflection in the mirror.

It didn’t take very long. Her body was exhausted, her lungs empty and her windpipe sealed shut. Her orgasm mixed up with her death spasms. All too soon her body went limp and her mind got engulfed by darkness. A long trickle of her pee escaped, flew down her long and shapely legs. It drenched her socks, flew over her sneakers and dripped down. It never hit the floor since it got turned into dust first.

***

The smoky shadows in the mirror were gone. There was just the reflection of Lisa slowly swinging in the noose. But the house wasn’t quite done. There was still movement in the room. Bulges were wandering along the rope as if it drank the life of Lisa. The broken window behind her started to restore itself. The oil lamp went out and flew over to the place it was before Lisa found it.

The door opened too. The candle switched back to the form it had before Lisa lit it up. It flew out of the room to its place at the feet of the demonic bust in the entrance hall. The dust was moving all inside the house and filled every trace Lisa left.

Back in the room the rope pulled Lisa up to the beam. As soon as her head touched the wood, it started to absorb her limp body. The ropes opened up and coiled themselves before they flew back to their place in the wardrobe. Then the sheets started to move and cover the cupboard and couch. The remains of Lisa’s clothes and her purse turned into dust and joined the other dust in the entrance hall. Once Lisa’s body was completely absorbed by the house, everything looked like it was before. Well, almost everything. Just the window in the room she died, was restored.

***

Epilogue

The next day the police found Lisa’s wrecked car. The storm had uprooted the tree Lisa’s car hit so that it fell right onto it. They couldn’t find her corpse so they started to search for her. Friends and relatives got interviewed, but no one could give a hint what could happened to Lisa. K-9 squads got activated to search the nearest area. The traces were weak and led them along the road. At some point they simply disappeared. There was nothing but an open and wide field.

The police couldn’t do much more and so the FBI got involved into the investigations. More questions to friends and relatives and even an announcement on the TV brought no further results. Even the FBI couldn’t crack the case so it got turned into an X-file.

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming May rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates, and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser
A story about a serial hangman
A dark Fetish model
Short drowning and asphyxia stories
And anything else I might decide to upload. Sometimes I write a story and I just want to get it out for someone to enjoy reading.

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons. It means a lot to me.

FYI: I have a much-needed trip coming up to see mom in the near future. But I’ll try to make sure the stories get uploaded for you while I’m gone. I’ll drive careful, but you can pray the wildlife will stay off the roads so no one gets hurt. Occasionally I see deer, elk and the occasional bison out there. Nice to see, but unpleasant to come across when you are rounding a blind corner.

Riwa’s Reads updates

I have this problem (plus bonus) (4-5-18)

14266 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of stories written a decade ago and recently edited.

I have this problem – A sexy, single neighbor has a sexual fantasy-fetish she would like me to fulfill for her despite the inherent risks involved, both for me as well as for her. (17 pages)

Now I have an even bigger problem – The companion piece to “I have this problem”. My wife Melissa knows about what went on in the hot tub last night. Strangely she is turned on despite the presence of a naked female body. But things soon go from bad to worse. Will she get the same “treatment”? (9 pages)

The Cindy BH Chronicles 2 (reactivated 4-5-18)

28773 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another trio of older stories about synchro swimmer Cindy and her friends. 52 pages of lung-busting, breath-hold fun (as she might probably phrase it).

Reg-tease revenge – Lisa gets Cindy back for an earlier lung-busting session by tying her up, pushing her underwater and teasing her with the scuba regulator. (6 pages)

Teen hot tub breath-holding fun – Three teens from the synchro squad come over to the assistant coach’s house for a barbecue and some volleyball. Then they all go for a soak in the hot tub where the teens decide to have some breath-holding fun while coach times them. The teens pretend to bubble their last as they suck his cock. (6 pages)

Cindy’s ordeal – Cindy’s synchro teammates tell her they’re cutting the size of the team down by one. She’s the one they picked to have some breath-holding fun with before they watch her bubble her breath away. (5 chapters; 40 pages; topless)

Midnight Mermaid (4-15-18)

5309 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new tale illustrated with JustPaul renders and inspired by a clip he created.

By day Vanessa works as a dive instructor. In the evening she lifeguards at the resort dive pool. But at midnight she gets the pool all to herself for some adult swim time. But this night her mind is on a freediver who was holding his breath at the bottom of her dive pool earlier and was quite good at it. She is horny as she goes down for some alone time, wondering if perhaps he might be just as good doing other things while holding his breath. (23 pages; 28 poser illustrations)

Included is the clip that inspired it all. WMV 2:53 min

Team Discipline 2 (plus bonus) (4-25-18)

10835 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes the continuation of a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix that also features your favorite club in action.

Team Discipline 2 – Erin and Craig are further embarrassed by being pressed up against each other face to face while being dunked. Then their boards are tied together for some breath-hold lessons. (9 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 2 – Vanessa goes over her credit limit. Mistress Chastity spends some private time with her, preparing her to be used in one of the sex rooms to pay off her debts. (9 pages)

(Plus a couple of short unadvertised “dry” bonus stories totaling 1838 words)

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The Mincer 3 (4)

Aneeqa hustled into the slaughterhouse with concern. Harry had told her she was needed immediately. It had something to do with the mincer and she hoped it hadn’t broken down!

She pulled her jacket over her shoulders as the chill of the slaughterhouse met her at the door. But of course it was always chilly inside! After all, they slaughtered animals and the meat had to be kept cool as it was being processed.

She noticed right away from the lack of sound over in that part of the slaughterhouse that the mincer was not running. ‘Great; that’s all we need!’ she thought as she hustled over. The plant foreman and three of the guys were standing around as though they didn’t know what to do.

“Ok, Harry!” she called out as she rushed over. “What’s happened? What’s going on; give it to me straight!”

“It’s real simple, love,” he told her with a disarming smile. “You’re going into the mincer.” He said it calmly and with a straight face.

Aneeqa blinked in confusion like one of those goats right before the poor thing was slaughtered. That’s when Harry ordered the guys standing around to grab her and strip her out of her clothes. Aneeqa blurted out a cry of surprise as they grabbed her and started pulling off her garments!

“Harry??” she gasped in shock. “What gives? What are you doing??!!”

“I told you, love,” he said patiently to her. “You’re going into the mincer… and you’re going in right now!”

“What? This is a joke, right? You can’t be serious! Now get these guys off me – hey… HEY!”

They took her right off her feet, pulling off her clothes from either end. Aneeqa was too stunned to put up a fight. In less than a minute she was buck naked, her nipples hard from the humiliation of being forcibly undressed right in front of Harry and his men. She was also disturbingly wet down below, something she hoped none of the guys would notice.

“Harry, what IS this??” she asked again, suddenly feeling a stab of fear in the pit of her gut.

“I TOLD you, love!” he explained patiently. “You’re going into the mincer today… right now, just like I told you.”

“But Harry… WHY??”

“Because I got a request, love… a request with a hell of a lot of coin to go with it!”

“Harry, you CAN’T be serious!!”

Now Aneeqa was breathing heavy. Surely this wasn’t happening to her, was it? They were probably just going to rape her, right? But then what would they do to her body after they’d had their way with her??

They all got on either side of her two by two. Then Harry reached over and hit the switch. The mincer roared to life with an ominous grumble. Aneeqa gasped in alarm.

Gawd! The damn machine sounded HUNGRY!

“H-Harry??” she gasped uncertainly as she started to tremble. Now there was no denying how wet she was… wet and terribly frightened. She simply couldn’t wrap her mind around what Harry had told her!! Surely this was just a game, right??!!

They turned her around until her head was pointed in the direction of the opening. Already she could hear the blades churning, waiting to chew up its next meal! Gawd!! What if they were really going to do it???!!!

They adjusted their grip on her until there was a guy on each arm and each leg. “Harry, s-stop kidding around, ok?” she gasped, her breathing heavy and labored. He just looked down at her sorrowfully.

“I hate to do this to you, love,” he said regretfully. “I really liked you. But we’re being paid a lot of money, you see.”

“Gawd, Harry; you WOULDN’T!!”

“We’re going to toss you in head first, love,” he told her soothingly. “That way it will only hurt for about a second or two before it crushes your skull. It’ll go quicker that way.”

“Harry; NOO!” Now she was really starting to hyperventilate, on the verge of a humiliating orgasm. She was also about to wee herself!!

“On the count of three, fellas,” he told his companions. “The count of three and we’ll throw her right in. The mincer will grab her and start chewing her up head first and then we’ll be done with her.” That’s when Aneeqa screamed in pure terror…

“HARRY, DON’T DO IT!”

“ONE…” and they hefted her forward before she swung right back. Aneeqa pissed herself right there on the spot, screaming… “OHMYGAWD!”

“…TWO…”

Aneeqa winced as the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced hit her like a freight train…

“THREE!” and Aneeqa went flying into the mincer…

“AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

She was still orgasming when her head hit the churning blades. Her screams were silenced in an instant to the sound of a loud *CRACK*. Her naked body immediately went into violent spasms and convulsions.

There was a distinct change in the sound of the mincer as it chewed up her body, grinding through flesh and bone as it consumed her shoulders, eating into her chest. Her breasts all but exploded as the machine hungrily gulped down her upper body. Her violently writhing torso disappeared next, leaving her naked, wriggling legs to be eaten up together as one.

Harry watched as the machine swallowed her whole. Then the sound changed again as the machine settled into an idling hum after having quickly digested its meal. For a moment he almost thought he heard the damn thing let out a bit of a belch. But the deed was done! Aneeqa was gone, off to be canned and fed to all the cats and dogs of the entire country.

“Take her clothes and get rid of them,” he instructed one of the men. “And remember: she was never here! Everyone got that?” There were nods of understanding.

“Now get back to work!” Harry instructed and the men separated off to their assigned duties. He was left standing there all alone, staring at the bloody blades to the mincer.

He was going to miss that woman, especially getting to see her naked if only for a moment! But now he had a raging boner! He decided he was going to have to visit the wife during lunch hour and fuck the damn bitch silly…

© 2012 (written for Aneeqa Nov 21 ’12 by riwa)

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