Berlin 1945 3.8 (4)

Posted on April 24, 2018 by riwa

Berlin 1945

Odelia didn’t know what scared her most: exploding artillery shells getting closer and closer? Or the deafening silence of the past 24 hours. There was no food, water or electricity. A heavy pall of smoke hung over the city.

She often stared at the radio, praying the power would come back on so she would have some word of what was happening. Then she heard evidence of activity outside. She went to the window of her apartment and peeked out, only to see Russian soldiers everywhere. It drove her back to the interior of her apartment, cowering with fear.

She’d eaten the last of her rations a couple days ago. She’d heard neighbors in the hall speaking of Russian food trucks. They also spoke of young women being raped and violated. The fear kept her from venturing outside her apartment to find food.

That night the screams began, screams that seemed to come from everywhere. She cowered in terror, her eyes wide with fear. When would it be her turn?

Somewhere she heard a faraway door slam, followed by the sound of Russian voices and more screams. They were close, perhaps one or two apartments away. The cries were haunting and penetrating.

What could she do – what could she do?? She was only one woman. If soldiers wanted to rape her, there would be nothing she could do to prevent it.

Could she escape from her apartment building; could she flee Berlin? She highly doubted it. An attractive woman like her would eventually be caught and raped. Afterwards they might kill her just for spite. So what could she do?

She rummaged around her apartment until she found a rope, one that had been used many years ago to help move her belongings into this apartment. She stared at it as though hypnotized. Then she made a loop with it, only to stare at it again.

The lights suddenly came on as the radio blared to life. Odelia let out a cry as she rushed to shut the damned thing off. She turned off all the lights except for one dim bulb.

Had the Russians heard? Would they come check her apartment next? What could she do??

Almost without thinking she took the rope and formulated it into a noose. She cinched it tight, only to stare at it in shock. Could she really go through with it?

More screams from across the street made her rush to hang her noose from a hook up in the ceiling. She pulled experimentally to see if it would hold her weight. So far, so good.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Odelia realized she was aroused… aroused by terror. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was damp. Her dress hung down from her shoulders, exposing her breasts.

How long had she been wearing it that way? In her fear she could not recall. What did it matter? Any modesty she had would be permanently removed once the Russians penetrated her apartment.

More voices, more screams, more doors being thrown open. Had they entered the apartment building? How long would it be before they came to her door, searching for female flesh?

She jerked at every scream, every slam of a door. She couldn’t think straight. What was happening out there??

Without even realizing she was doing it, Odelia lifted up her skirt and began to masturbate. Another scream, and she stiffened in terror. Her pussy was wet and dripping.

Another door slammed two floors below her. Odelia gasped in horror. She stiffened and then shuddered as a shameful climax washed through her.

With pleasure came a return of some of her senses. She heard footsteps coming up the stairwell; loud, booted footsteps. She inhaled sharply before turning to look at her noose.

More screams, one floor below her. Odelia let out a clipped cry as she instinctively reached over for a chair. She slid it directly underneath the noose, her hands trembling as her whole body started to shake.

More voices, Russian voices. More screams from somewhere below her. It sounded like the cries were getting closer… like an unstoppable wave approaching the shore.

There were slams of doors… the sound of more boots on the stairs down the halls. More shrieks of terror. Odelia gasped as she shakily climbed the chair.

She was trembling so bad she had to use the noose to steady herself as she stood upon it. She stared at the coil framing her face as though unsure she could make herself go through with it. If she couldn’t, did that mean she was willing to allow herself to be raped… perhaps murdered later??

She stood there gasping for breath, her eyes wide with fright. Then she heard a scream in the apartment directly below her. She knew that one belonged to Mrs. Johanson. Supposedly her husband was somewhere on the Eastern front.

Odelia was unsteady on her feet on the chair as she numbly brought the noose down over her head. She shivered as she snugged it around her neck. The hemp scratched her throat

Her chest heaved as she inhaled… exhaled… inhaled… exhaled. Directly below she heard moans of despair… loud grunts of violent sex. Her eyes remained open wide, her pussy dripping now from her terror. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

She touched the noose around her neck with one hand… absentmindedly lifted the hem of her dress to finger herself with the other. She could hardly catch her breath. Then she thought she heard boots on the stairs again.

Somewhere down the hall another scream. They were on her floor! Numb with shock, Odelia stepped off the chair, her fingers rammed up her cunt.

She dropped, the noose pulling her up short of the floor by a couple of inches. She kicked the chair over, momentarily panicked it would be heard by someone. Then she gurgled as she started kicking while humping the fingers up her cunt.

Another door slam… another scream much closer to her apartment. Odelia climaxed in terror as the noose choked off her airway. Her legs kicked wildly as she swung back and forth.

One hand found her breast and savagely mauled it. The other somehow managed to thrust fingers hard up her cunt. Odelia masturbated on pure reflexive instinct as she kicked and struggled in the noose.

Her face turned red as her tongue protruded. She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure washed through her. Then her arms dropped to hang limp at her sides, her body twitching and spasming.

Gone was the terror. In her expression was the faintest hint of a smile. She was no longer afraid. Now she welcomed them. And with that her bladder released as a pleasant aftershock rippled through her.

Ten minutes later her door flew open. Two horny Russian soldiers burst in, looking for someone to fuck. They found it dangling from a noose.

They rushed forward, but it was too late. The body was still warm. One of them discovered she was wearing no panties… and her pussy was soaked.

Private Olkashev decided a warm, dead body was better than no body at all. He pulled down his pants and thrust his hard cock deep inside her. Raping a dangling corpse was preferable to no sex at all.

He pulled her down onto his cock and thrust hard. She did not seem to care. On the contrary, it was almost as though there was an enigmatic smile on her face… as though she welcomed his violation.

When he was done, his partner took a turn. She gave him that same enigmatic smile… as though thoroughly enjoying the attention. The two soldiers stayed for an hour, enjoying her corpse until they were satisfied. Then they left her there, dangling quietly with copious amounts of Russian spunk dripping out of her well-fucked cunt, looking as though she had enjoyed the experience…

2018 (Jan 30 ’18)

(Inspired by a manip in Soloplayer’s albums)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Her final blowjob 3.7 (3)

Posted on April 18, 2018 by riwa

(a short bonus story)

She really pissed me off this time. I came home and caught her in bed with my best friend. Needless to say, he was right at the top of my “shit list”.

She begged and pleaded for forgiveness as he got dressed and left. But how could I forgive the slut when I’d burst in on them while she was gasping, “Fuck me hard! Fuck me like the slut I am! Give it to me deep and hard!”

I needed some time to think. I needed to be alone for a while. So I went and drew a hot bath, intending to lie in the water and soak for a while as I tried to figure out what to do next.

She came in all apologies in that black halter top of hers, the one with the thin straps. Seeing her in that made me picture him slowly pulling it down off her shoulder to gaze at her boobs. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see her boobs right now.

“Baby, I’m sorry! You know you’re the only one I want! That was just sex! I’m so sorry, honey!”

I was just about out of my clothes when she got all seductive. Without a word she slowly finished undressing me. When my cock came out she began playing with it, smiling coyly at me.

She pulled me over to the bath where she brazenly got into the water I’d prepared for myself. She pulled me over until I was sitting on the edge with my legs in the water. Then she looked up at me as she opened her mouth and breathed on my cock.

She ran the tip of her tongue around the tip of my shaft, toying with me and teasing me. She never said a word. She just kept breathing on it, making it twitch and quiver.

I thought about stopping her, and maybe I should have. But she always knew how to turn me on. I could be so pissed off, yet she could easily melt my resolve with her slutty ways. And this was no exception, especially since she knew how much it turned me on seeing her go underwater.

And that’s exactly what she did. She submerged with her mouth open, showing me how the water flooded in. There was no evidence of any kind of discomfort in her expression for getting water up her nose.

She came back up and slowly took me into her mouth as water drained off her face. I felt her suck as her tongue swirled all around my shaft in her mouth. She closed her eyes in that way that always makes her oh-so-slutty.

She sucked on it as she slowly went back down, using her hand to help hold onto it. For a moment her nose was the only thing up at the surface. Then she fully submerged with my cock in her mouth.

She went completely under, her lips around the tip of my shaft. I felt her tongue licking and swirling as she gave me some suction. Her eyes were closed again as though she was fully into it.

I couldn’t help it; she knew full well what kind of effect it had on me. Playing with my cock in the water like that was always such a turn-on. She certainly knew how to use my fetish against me.

She made it a point of slowly coming up to take my cock deep into her mouth. She looked at me with those smoldering eyes of hers, her fingers wrapped around my twitching dick. I felt more sucking action as she vacuumed my cock with her mouth.

Back down she went, her sinuses flooding again with the tip of my dick between her lips. It was hard to stay pissed at her the way she was blowing me underwater. Well, I suppose I should say it was hard for my cock to stay pissed at her, that’s for sure.

Up and down – up and down; sucking in slow motion like the slut she was. Her eyes were filled with lust as though I was the only one for her. But those eyes burned with that same lust for every cock that crossed her path.

She slowly went down until her nostrils flooded again, the water covering her face. I felt her suck on my dick as her tongue swirled around the tip of my shaft. She let out a little moan as though it was the best tasting dick on the planet.

Back up she came, water draining away from her face as she grabbed my dick and sucked. It was the same old slut using the same old tactics… and I was falling for them all over again.

This time when she went down I adjusted my legs around her, holding her in place. Now she couldn’t come up and down like she wanted. She had to stay under and suck using just the air in her lungs. That’s when her expression changed.

Was she trying to convey how sorry she was? Was she trying to let me know she wanted to keep sucking by coming up and then going back down? She sucked harder… as if that would make any difference. Did she really think she was going to blunt my anger with another blowjob?

The water sloshed around as she tried to come back up. I just held her in position. But she never once stopped sucking. Maybe she believed she could somehow earn her next breath.

Air began bubbling up out of her nose and through the seal her lips made around my dick. But she just kept right on sucking. Perhaps she figured I would relent after pushing her limits.

A couple of times her nose broke the surface where she snorted a little before I worked her back down. I guess she got a few sniffs of air. But it was never enough to fully satisfy her starving lungs.

I saw the alarm in her face intensify as her lungs heaved. She was fully under the surface, only this time I wasn’t going to let her back up. Her chest heaved as she struggled to hold her breath… struggled not to lose any more air.

“Slut! Whore! Fucking bitch! This is what you do to whores who go after every cock they can find! This is what you get for being such a slut! You want my cum? Well you can fucking drown for it, bitch!”

I grabbed her head as she started thrashing about. Bubbles spewed out of her nose and around my cock in her mouth. I just held her there as she fought to rise to the surface.

She finally stopped struggling as a look of shock filled her features. Her lips remained sealed around my dick as I exploded in her mouth, filling her oral cavity with my cream. Stray bubbles slipped out of her nose as she stared with unseeing eyes.

“Did you get all the cum you wanted, bitch? Was it tasty… just like my best friend’s cream? Did the whore get all the jizz she wanted? Are you fucking happy now?”

I left my cock in her mouth for an extra minute. But she wasn’t sucking anymore. Then I slowly pulled out.

A streamer of my cream swirled out through her gaping maw. She stared at me with a vacant look of shock, her lips open in a big O. But I didn’t give a damn. At least she wasn’t going to fuck my best friend anymore… or anyone else for that matter…

(written Apr 10 ’18 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from spazemans video The Final Blowjob)

Posted in Drowning Stories, Picture Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Beheaded by her husband’s lover 3.7 (9)

Posted on April 18, 2018 by riwa

“I’m in love with Eileen.” He said it just that casually.

Dorothy looked at him in shock as anger swelled within her. “You mean that bitch across the road? When the hell did this happen?”

“It’s been going on for some time now, Dottie.”

“Does the whole town know yet? Have you both made a total fool out of me?”

“No, we’ve kept things discreet. But we want to be together now.”

“Is that why we haven’t had sex in weeks?” In response he lowered his head.

“Bloody hell!” She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. There were just too many conflicting emotions she was experiencing at the moment.

“Do you want to marry her?”

“We want to live together before we get married, yes. We’re planning a trip to Bermuda.”

“And you’re going to leave me just like that?”

“I’m sorry, Dottie. I can’t help who I’ve fallen in love with.”

“Damn you, Bill.”

“I thought I’d tell you because I’m going over there to spend the night with her. Good night, Dottie.” And with that he walked out the door, leaving her staring in shock.

—

Two days later Eileen had the gall to come over to see her. She told Dorothy she hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. It just did, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry.

“You’re not going to get in our way, are you, Dottie? Bill and I love each other very much.”

“What the hell can I do about it?”

“I’m glad to see you’re taking it well.”

“Well you sure as hell are!”

“I hope you won’t cause us any trouble, will you?”

Dorothy thought about it for a moment. Then she sighed as a tear came to her eye. “Why fight it?” she replied in resignation. “If Bill wants to be with you, what can I do to stop it?”

“That’s the spirit. Now I’m going back over to tell Bill the good news you won’t be getting in our way. After all, we’re planning a trip to Bermuda.”

“You sure are rushing to start your life together,” Dorothy replied sourly.

“That’s because we’re in love, hun.” And with that Eileen walked out the door…

—

It didn’t take Dorothy long to come to a decision. A divorce would be messy and would be the ultimate humiliation. So she decided it was best if she just went away. Hell, she was willing to die if that’s what it was going to take. The humiliation of the loss of her husband was just too much to bear.

When Bill came over to collect some things, she told him she loved him but that she wouldn’t stand in their way. He asked, “So you’re willing to give me a divorce so I can be with Eileen?”

“Better than that, Bill. I’m willing to die if that’s what it will take.”

He looked at her for a long moment as though considering the matter. Then he said, “I’ll tell Eileen about your offer. She might be interested.”

“Yeah, I’ll just bet she will.” And with that he walked out of the house with a couple of suitcases of his things…

—

Eileen came over a couple days later. Dorothy let her in. She was too discouraged to show the woman any venom. If Bill had fallen in love with another woman, who was she to interfere with his happiness?

“Your husband says you’re willing to die to make this easier on us all. Is this true?”

“Yeah, it’s true. Why, do you have something in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, Dottie, I do.”

Dorothy stared at her in surprise as Eileen handed her a slip of paper. On it was an address. “What’s this?”

“The location of your demise if you’re serious about dying for us.”

“Are you looking forward to killing me?”

“I might be.” Dorothy felt an erotic chill at the woman’s calm demeanor.

“Can you be there at nine am tomorrow without your car?”

Dorothy looked at the address and thought it over. “I think I can manage.”

“Good. Wear what you want to be buried in. See you tomorrow morning, Dottie.” And with that Eileen was gone.

Dorothy gasped for breath as she thought it over. Was this really going to happen? She wasn’t sure she could face the busybodies around town with the horrible news of her husband leaving her. Perhaps it was better this way. After all, she loved Bill. If this would grant his happiness, she was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant going to her grave…

—

The location was an abandoned house on a lonely lane. Dorothy had caught a ride with a passing motorist and had been dropped off a couple miles away so as not to give any indication where she was going. Now she began to get the chills as she walked down the lane.

She saw it was a two story house with what looked like a basement. Out of curiosity Dorothy went around back. That’s where she discovered a shallow grave had already been dug.

She got the shivers again as she stared at the location she was going to spend all of eternity. Then she headed for the house. There was no sign of a vehicle anywhere.

She entered the building and looked all around. It looked kind of grotty. “Eileen? I’m here!”

“I’m down here in the basement, Dottie.”

Dorothy found the stairwell and took the steps down. She turned a corner and opened a door. Eileen was there wearing black latex and was standing next to what looked like a guillotine.

Dorothy gasped in disbelief, getting the shivers as she looked at it. “Is this what you’re using to *gulp* end my life?”

“It sure is, love. I found this a while ago and always wanted to use it on someone. I’m glad you came here today.”

“Where’s Bill?” Dorothy looked all around for her husband, but didn’t see him.

“He dug the grave, but he didn’t want to be here for the grand beheading. He just couldn’t witness your death. He’ll be back in an hour to pick me up after I’ve finished burying you.” She paused as she looked at her before asking, “Is that what you want to be buried in? You kind of look like a tart.”

Dorothy got up on the bench to the guillotine and posed in her dark blue skirt and pink blouse. “Do I look the part? Is this what you were hoping for?”

“I have no problem beheading a tart like you.”

“Look who’s talking. I’ll bet you slutted around with my husband, am I right?”

“Are you going through with this, Dorothy, or not? I don’t have all bloody day. Bill and I are catching a flight to Bermuda later this afternoon, and I’ve got to bury you before we go.”

“Fine – fine.”

Dorothy found herself panting for breath. Could she really go through with it? She decided she’d come this far, so she might as well go all the way. “Let’s get on with it, Eileen, ok? After all, you have places to be with my husband.”

“In that case, go ahead and strip for me.”

“What?”

“I’ve always wanted to behead a girl in the nude. Since you’re so willing, I don’t see why you can’t go along with it. What’s it matter to you? After all, you’re going to be headless in a few minutes.”

Dorothy looked at her for a long moment. “Fine,” she panted as she started to undress. “Let’s get this over with.”

She took all her clothes off, only to see Eileen stripping as well. “I’m not like that,” she told her. “Have you told my husband about your kinks?”

“Oh, I’m not like that either. Since you’re going to be naked, I want to be naked the moment I behead you, especially since I don’t want to get any blood on me. Now let’s get your hands cuffed and get you up onto the bench, ok?”

Dorothy felt a shudder of arousal as she pulled her wrists behind her back. Eileen cuffed them together. Dottie couldn’t believe how calmly this woman was acting about all this! What’s more, she couldn’t believe how much this husband-stealing bitch seemed to be looking forward to it!

“Now the bench,” Eileen told her, tipping it up.

Dorothy pushed herself up against it. Eileen wrapped one strap around her upper body to hold her in place. Then she started to tip her forward.

Dorothy gasped as she was lowered face down. Eileen grabbed the bench and slid it forward until Dottie’s head went through. Down below she saw a wicker basket waiting for her head. It made her gasp for breath as she started trembling.

Dorothy got a good look at Eileen’s bush. It was glistening with moisture. Was the bitch aroused; was she looking forward to this?

“D-did Bill have any *gulp* last words for me?”

“None, Dottie,” Eileen said as she leaned against the guillotine. “He did say he can’t wait for us to get to Bermuda. He’s off having his morning coffee. He’ll be back after I finish filling in your grave.”

Dorothy found herself panting for breath. She had the shakes something fierce. Was this really going to happen??

“Any last words?” Eileen asked as she grabbed the lever. That’s when Dorothy wet herself, unable to control her bladder.

“I want you to t-tell Bill I love him. I don’t h-hold this against you. I hope you have a n-nice t-time in…”

“I ain’t got all day,” Eileen said with disgust as she pulled the lever. The blade came down with a loud THUMP, causing Dottie’s body to jerk. Dorothy’s head tumbled forward into the wicker basket.

Eileen picked the head up and looked at the face of her decapitated rival for Bill’s affections. Dorothy had a look of surprise on her face. Her eyelids fluttered as her lips quivered.

On the bench her body humped and jerked as though every nerve ending was trying to figure out what the hell happened to her brain. Blood poured out of her severed neck into the wicker basket. Eileen looked at the head and then the body.

“Not bad, honey. That was kind of enjoyable. It’s too bad I don’t have time to fuck Bill right now. I’m so fucking horny, but we’re on a tight schedule. We have to catch that plane to Bermuda and I still have to bury you.”

Eileen made sure she had no blood on her before she got dressed. Then she dressed Dorothy in the clothes she had worn. “I’d bury you naked, but I’ll grant you some dignity, love.”

She picked Dorothy up to carry her outside. Then she looked at the head sitting on the bench. You know, honey? I don’t even think Bill’s going to miss you.”

She carried the body outside and dumped it unceremoniously into the recently dug grave. Then she went back inside and collected the head and the wicker basket. She carried both out and tossed them into the pit with the body. Dorothy’s head landed near her spread legs.

Eileen grabbed the nearby shovel and started throwing in loads of dirt. “Bill will be picking me up in an hour. That should give me enough time to bury you. I’m really looking forward to shagging him when we get to Bermuda. Watching your beheading has made me horny as hell.”

It took fifty minutes to fill the grave with dirt. Eileen went inside and cleaned up. By the time she was ready, Bill drove in and picked her up.

“How did it go?” he asked as they drove back into town toward the airport.

“She went like a lamb,” Eileen told him with a smile before giving him a kiss on the lips…

© 2017 (Written for Dottie June 30 ’17 by Riwa. Maniped renders provided by Dottie and used for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Beheading Stories, Dorothy and her friends | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Burning the witches 4.1 (7)

Posted on April 12, 2018 by riwa

Burning the witches

It started with a windstorm that brought down the house of the magistrate. Then a flood took out the crops of two local merchants. Two young children fell into a well and were drowned. Then Parson Brown took ill.

The womenfolk of the town immediately took up the cry. “Witches are among us!” they declared. “The devil’s own have come to our village! ‘Tis the work of witches! We must act immediately or it will go all the worse for us!!”

There wasn’t a known practicing witch within a hundred mile radius of the village, much less anyone capable of the mischief blamed upon their ilk. Nevertheless, the matriarchs of the community could not be dissuaded from their claims. Therefore a dragnet was immediately undertaken for the purpose of snaring every witch in the surrounding countryside. The targets: any suspicious female who was unknown or a relative newcomer, especially those who were not viewed favorably or who were suspected of immoral behavior!

Little bands of townsfolk immediately went out, rounding up any and all females who lived alone or in groups of twos and threes. There were protests of innocence of course, but there was no mercy to be shown. The women of the town had been riled up into a panic and were not about to have their minds changed on the matter!!

For some reason they singled out mostly the young and attractive, no doubt fearful these lusty wenches might prey upon their menfolk. So they were gathered up from the countryside and then herded into a storeroom just off the village square. Dorothy and Aneeqa were included among them, especially since it was suspected they were guilty of immoral behavior with several of the husbands of the village!

There was much fear and trepidation in the storeroom amongst the captives contained within. Aneeqa and Dorothy made it their purpose to console the others as best they could. But deep down they had already deduced what fate had in store for them. However they spoke not a word of it to anyone for fear of alarming the others even more.

By the evening of the 30th just over a dozen innocent women had been gathered up to be held captive in the storeroom. The villagers then met in the town hall to discuss the disposition of the woman they had rounded up. A decision was made by a majority faction to burn them all… and to burn them alive!

A small handful of townsfolk were uncomfortable with the decision, suspecting they had only succeeded in rounding up women who were innocent and were simply not as well known among the villagers. Some were suspected of immoral behavior; although certainly not deserving of death! But they dared not raise their voices in disagreement lest they be accused accordingly and suffer a similar fate. So they remained silent on the matter, ashamed of their cowardice as they sought to protect their own lives.

The townsfolk believed the last day of the month would be appropriate for delivering the village from the curse that had seemingly befallen it! How fitting that the devil’s own day would be used against him!! So it was decided to burn every last witch the next evening on All Hallow’s Eve!!

The next morning a little food was delivered to the women in the storeroom. Several of them proclaimed their innocence and asked to be set free, only to learn they had all been condemned to death by burning, sentence to be carried out later that day. Understandably there was great wailing and mourning. The news did not come as a shock to Dorothy and Aneeqa who did their best to bring what little comfort they could to the others.

A lone cart arrived by mid-afternoon and the women were systematically taken out in twos and threes. Dorothy and Aneeqa were forced to wait their turn as others were taken away ahead of them. The agony of knowing the cart would soon be coming for them was almost more than they could bear!

After several trips the cart finally came for them, much too soon for their piece of mind! They were imprisoned within its confines as they were taken through the center of the village to a place on the outskirts of the community. There they saw the women they had been incarcerated with being tied in two rows to wooden posts with great piles of wood and timber being placed around each base they stood upon!

There was much wailing and great sorrow, including many protestations of innocence! But there was no mercy to be found anywhere among the villagers. There were many cries of “You will burn this evening, witch!” and “Weep only for yourself, you accursed thing of the devil!” In fact it seemed like the women of the village were more enthusiastic for the burnings than the menfolk!

Dorothy immediately got the shakes as they were taken down the row to her position. There were posts on either side of the lane with frightened women being secured to their doom as they begged for their lives. She became more anxious, knowing she was to be burned to death along with the others. But at the same time she found herself becoming shamefully aware of the start of a blossoming of something wet and pleasurable down in her loins.

She did not resist as a couple of men took her to a vacant post. After all, what purpose would it serve to put up a struggle?? She had been condemned with the others and she could tell by seeing the faces of the determined matrons of the village there would be no sympathy bestowed upon any of them!

She watched with growing desperation as they started to take her companion over to the next post in line. That’s when Aneeqa interrupted them with the words, “Wait! I will die with my friend!”

“So be it!” one of the matrons cackled mercilessly at her. “Then you will burn together as witches!” Dorothy smiled appreciatively at her companion, feeling some small comfort knowing she would not be going into that great beyond alone.

As she and Aneeqa were bound to their post she watched as the lone cart was taken back to fetch those who remained in the storeroom. A few minutes later it returned with the last of the women contained within. The pair were taken out and secured to the last of the posts on either side of the path so they could look at each other. Dorothy could only tremble with fright as her disturbing arousal increased.

“They are prepared!” the mayor of the village declared with great satisfaction when the last of the girls had been bound to their posts. “They will all burn when the moon lifts its face into the sky!” His elderly wife stood next to him, smiling with a great sense of satisfaction.

Dorothy looked over at him and she couldn’t help smiling at the memory of their most recent encounter together. “Is this how it is to be?” she called out to him with a devilish grin. “Am I to receive no last moments of pleasure from your loins as I have these many months? And you would deny my friend as well?” If she was to burn, why not enjoy teasing those who had cowardly condemned them all.

“Silence!” he bellowed, his face turning red. Then he hefted a branch and pointed it at them. “You witches will burn for the curse you have brought to this village; of that I am certain!”

“We have brought no curse!” Dorothy called back defiantly. “I think we will burn simply because your wife does not like it when you stop by for a visit late at night, love!” Despite her predicament Aneeqa had to quietly chuckle along with several other villagers who had overheard the remarks.

The mayor’s face went ashen and then turned beet red. “Silence!” he bellowed. “You are witches and you will burn!”

“We are no more witches than your wives and daughters!” Dorothy declared, looking around accusingly at the women of the village. “In fact I daresay there are witches among us who have yet to be bound!” Indeed, several in attendance had certainly acted in a manner unbecoming for a wife or daughter!

There was a gasp of horror as several of the women started chittering nervously. If this thing got out of hand there could be even more accusations… perhaps many more burnings!! But the mayor was having none of it!

“For this insolence you will burn now!” he proclaimed! Then he waved around and demanded, “Torches! Bring the torches and set the fires!”

“Very clever, love,” Aneeqa responded mockingly to her friend. “Are you in that much of a hurry to be warmed from the cool of the evening?”

“They will burn us anyway, the hypocrites,” Dorothy responded with a wry smile. “This way they know we understand why they have chosen us… why perhaps they have chosen all of us!” A glance around at the other doomed wenches confirmed it was possible the men of the village had been in the company of more than just Dorothy and Aneeqa.

The torches came out and two of the male villagers started at the end of the rows furthest away from Dorothy and Aneeqa. The women on those ends began to mourn and wail as their pyres were lit. Then the men carrying the torches moved up to the next ones in line.

There were six posts on either side – twelve altogether! Dorothy and Aneeqa stood bound together at the fifth in their row! They knew the moment of their passing from this earth was at hand and they both began to tremble anew as the torches drew nearer!!

The pyres under the second woman on each side were set ablaze… and then the third! It was taking some time for the fire to reach each frightened damsel!! Dorothy realized they would all be set ablaze before the flames would begin to consume the bodies down at the far end of the rows!! Thusly that would grant them the horror of watching each girl start to burn ahead of them, knowing that death would soon be coming for them as well!

Soon the pyres under the fourth woman on either side of the lane were lit. Dorothy could only watch in absolute horror, knowing she and Aneeqa were next in line!! She was unbelievably wet down below and she simply could not stop trembling! Then it was their turn!!

The man with the torch came to their pyre next. But the mayor snatched his torch away, wanting to do the task himself. “And now you will burn!” he told them both with great satisfaction.

Dorothy could not help herself and she cackled with glee. “I burn with lust for your member inside me one last time, mayor!” she called out defiantly.

His wife reacted in horror at the proclamation of his apparent infidelity and she nearly fainted dead away. But Dorothy’s words incensed the mayor. “BURN THEM NOW!” he roared as he lit their pyre.

Dorothy gasped and shuddered, nearly screaming in orgasm the moment the flames took hold of the timber below them. “We’re in for it now, love,” Aneeqa gasped anxiously. Dorothy nodded, her eyes wide, her body trembling from a very great and shameful arousal.

She desperately looked all around as though salvation might materialize from out of nowhere. But most of the villagers stared at them with a cold, hard gaze. The hesitant ones – those who knew they were innocent – could not look them in the eye and were forced to turn away.

“It will burn his conscience… and that of his wife,” Dorothy declared quietly… although it was more out of hope and vengeance than anything else. It was small consolation.

The last pyre on the end was lit and Dorothy watched the poor girl next to them start to cry out. Then she started to hear screams down on the other end of the rows. Smoke was now drifting up around the first of the victims.

She stared in horror, her body trembling like mad! The fate of those poor girls would soon be her own! Even now she could feel the warmth from the flames below them!

There were more screams as more of the young women began to cry out in terror. The flames looked like they were taking a long time to get going. But there was no doubt each and every girl accused of witchcraft was now feeling the warmth from the object of her demise!

“Does the night air make you chilly, witches?” one of the matrons called out. “You will soon be warm now, I’ll wager!”

‘No warmer than you will be when you face your Maker for this atrocity!’ Dorothy thought bitterly. The fires were intensifying and she could hear the flames crackling with hunger… hunger to consume human flesh!!

The sun was just dropping below the tree line when the girls in the first lit pyres began to shriek. Dorothy shuddered from a shameful stirring as the flames began to lick at their simple peasant garments. Why was this horrific display turning her on so?

“Oh bloody hell!” Aneeqa gasped as she began struggling against the bonds that held her to the post. It was getting warmer and warmer, the flames searching them out. Dorothy was numb with horror… numb with a shameful arousal!!

The next two girls in the parallel rows began to shriek as the flames intensified. The others were forced to watch in utter horror, some pleading for their lives while others prayed to their Maker. That’s when Dorothy detected the voices of the vindictive villagers. They were chanting…

“Burn witches; burn! Burn witches; burn!”

It was a low chant… cold and merciless, bereft of sympathy. It was a distinctly feminine chant. But soon there were male voices that joined in…

“Burn witches; burn! Burn witches; burn!”

The first of the victims in each row were screaming and thrashing about now, the flames leaping up all around them. The second of the girls in each row were just now beginning to feel the flames. Those in the third position were coughing from the smoke as they wriggled and thrashed about. Dorothy and Aneeqa could only watch in abject horror, the former strangely becoming more and more excited!!

The sun was down but there was still light in the sky as the first pyres became consumed with flames! There were inhuman screams as shapes within the fires jerked about. There were significant puffs of flame as their hair caught fire and began to burn on their heads. But by then the girls in the second position were dancing and thrashing about in a futile effort to avoid the heat and the flames.

Dorothy watched with wild, frightened eyes. It was horrifying beyond belief… and now she thought she could smell the distinct odor of charred human flesh. She and her companion Aneeqa writhed helplessly from the growing flames of their funeral pyre.

By now the screams of the girls in the third position were piercing the night air, joining the screams of the girls adjacent to them. But the cries of the two at the beginning of each row had finally been silenced. Their pyres burned brightly and there was no evidence that any living being was still alive within those mighty flames leaping up into the sky.

The girl next to them began to cry out as her flames got higher. Dorothy and Aneeqa were already coughing from the smoke. But for some reason Dorothy wanted to perish from the flames and not from lack of fresh air! She could not explain why; it was simply her desire!

Now the flames in the second pyres in the two rows had matched the flames of the first. The girls in the third positions were writhing and screaming and struggling as the flames hungrily devoured their simple attire. Then there were two distinct puffs as their heads lit up, the fire consuming the hair upon their heads.

The girls in the fourth pyres were crying and screaming now, having witnessed their deaths reflected back to them from the girls who had gone before. Dorothy and Aneeqa could feel the flames leaping up all around them, hungrily licking out for their garments. Once those were set ablaze it would only be a matter of time!

The fires made the dusk of evening into the bright light of day as each pile of timber became consumed by the growing flames. Dorothy anxiously wriggled around, instinctively struggling against her bonds. When she turned to look she saw the last girl in line watching them, a look of utter horror in her features.

The girl next to them – the fourth in line – was now fully enveloped. Dorothy heard a dying scream before the shape consumed by the flames began to crumple. Then she heard more screams… screams that sounded maddeningly close. The screams were coming out of her mouth, coming from both her and Aneeqa as their flames rose higher!!

With a whoosh their garments were set ablaze. Dorothy and Aneeqa screamed and screamed, thrashing against the bonds that held them to their post as the fire hungrily consumed them. A moment later Dorothy was dimly away of a sudden whoosh of flames that consumed the lovely golden tresses on her head. Then she heard the screams of the girl next to them, the last girl in line. Her body was now ablaze with fire!

The flames crackled hungrily, drowning out the villagers’ chants of “Burn witches; burn! Burn witches; burn!” Dorothy screamed and screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore. She was dimly aware she had experienced the pleasure a woman feels when a man’s member deposits its seed deep inside her. Then she was aware of nothing at all as blessed oblivion finally claimed her.

It was not long until 12 immense, flaming pyres illuminated the outskirts of the village. The chants died off as the ravenous fires roared skyward. Then the townsfolk backed away from the overwhelming heat of their merciless actions.

All of the sudden a frightened female voice screamed, “THERE BE WITCHES HERE!!! HEAVEN HELP US!!” The villagers began to look all around in confusion and alarm. Then a log exploded from the intense flames. Another one popped a minute later and it was enough to send the terrified townsfolk fleeing in all directions.

Fear had set in… fear and paranoia.

Now it would not be long before there would be more burnings. And the population of the village would soon begin to diminish dramatically…

(written for Dorothy and Aneeqa Oct 30 ’13 by riwa)

(The manipulations are provided for illustration purposes only.)

Posted in Dorothy and her friends | Tagged | Leave a comment

Chained slave 4.1 (17)

Posted on April 12, 2018 by riwa

Chained slave

Maya had come over from Cuba and had made a name for herself. Now she had wealth and power. She had a male lover named Rolph who was a gorgeous Aryan of Germanic descent. And she had Jenna.

Jenna had originally signed on to be her assistant. The pay was good and Maya was decent to work for. But Jenna soon discovered Maya had a dark side.

Maya was a strong-willed woman who loved to dominate others. And Jenna was just submissive enough to relent to her desires. It meant she was usually on the receiving end of more orgasms than she could have possibly imagined. It also meant being exposed to Maya’s cruelty.

Today was one of those days. Jenna found herself chained naked to the wall near the bottom of the pool. And she knew full well what that meant. Her lungs were going to be tortured again.

She breathed from the pony bottle in her mouth, feeling helpless and vulnerable. Her arms and legs were shackled spread-eagled to the wall. She suspected this was going to be a session of pleasure and agonizing torture.

“Is the slut ready?” Maya asked her lover. Rolph nodded and smiled.

“Good. You will come down and join us shortly.”

She finished gearing up. Then she stepped off the edge of the pool. It was twenty feet to the bottom.

She had a weight belt around her waist and fins on her feet. She also had a small yellow bottle of compressed air on her back. It wasn’t much, but it was all she would need.

She was totally naked, her nipples already erect at the fun she was anticipating. She also had a toy in her hand. She was planning for lots of orgasms. And if the session went particularly well, she was open to considering the previously unthinkable. After all, Maya belong her to her and was hers to command… or to dispatch in any erotic manner she saw fit.

She swam down and caught sight of her assistant shackled spread-eagled to the wall. Seeing her with her gently sagging tits and cleanly shaved snatch was already a turn-on. But she planned on pushing her own arousal today to full advantage.

She allowed a hand to brush across Jenna’s trembling form. She felt her stiffen in alarm. It made her giddy with erotic tingles. This was going to be a particularly good session today.

She put her toy on the floor and stretched out flat on her back. Maya looked up between Jenna’s legs to enjoy the view. Then she started touching herself, grunting and moaning.

Bubbles flushed out of her regulator as she touched herself. They rushed up and burst against Jenna’s crotch. She winced and moaned at the sensation as she took another breath.

Maya really got into playing with herself. She loved watching Jenna take each life-sustaining breath from that pony bottle. She grinned into the reg in her own mouth as she made delicious plans for her unsuspecting assistant.

She was touching and fingering herself when she saw Rolph swim down in his scuba gear. He was naked save the double-hosed gear he had strapped to his back. His cock was already hard, no doubt from seeing her play with herself and seeing poor Maya shackled to the wall.

She grunted excitedly as she put on a show for him. He began stroking in return as Jenna kept breathing from the pony bottle. Now all the actors were present for her erotic little play.

Maya shed her fins; she wouldn’t be needing them for a while. Then she removed her regulator from her mouth. She deliberately exhaled her breath, causing the bubbles to splatter against her assistant’s quivering pussy as Rolph kept right on stroking.

Maya deliberately blew more bubbles, causing Jenna to grunt and wriggle. It was incredibly sexy. Rolph kept right on stroking until she decided she would have to see to his needs before he became bored.

She took another deep breath from her regulator. Then she placed it on her upper chest. She braced herself with her arms as she exhaled bubbles against Jenna’s quivering cunt. Hearing the erotic moans only turned her on even more.

‘Ok, Rolph,’ she thought to herself. ‘I see you need a little attention.’ And with that, she got onto her knees.

She knelt before him, took a big breath from her regulator, and then took him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, exhaling her breath in the process. She heard him groan as he always did whenever she was servicing him. She loved the way she always made him groan.

She heard Jenna exhale and then take another breath from the pony bottle. Was her assistant being wise in not using up that air too fast? She hoped the slut would prolong her enjoyment of their time together down here, rather than doing something stupid by drowning herself too soon.

She took Rolph out of her mouth and worshipped his dick. It was the perfect size and thickness for her. It filled her so wonderfully… and she even allowed it to fill her slut Jenna from time to time. Today would be another one of those times.

She heard Jenna exhale again before taking another breath. How long would that pony bottle last her? She decided if the stupid slut wasn’t careful, she was going to drown herself down here. And if that happened, well… it would be no really big loss. Sluts like her were a dime a dozen.

Her pussy was tingling like crazy; she needed his cock now. Maya got down on her hands as he turned her around. She felt him reach down to grope her boobs, and she exhaled with pleasure. She’d always known Rolph was a breast man.

He began thrusting in and out of her as her reg hung freely. Maya held her breath, enjoying the way her cunt sucked him deep inside her. He continued to grope her tits as she cried out from the pleasure of their encounter at the bottom of the pool.

They both held their breath as they enjoyed the hot, passionate fucking. He savagely groped her breast, indicating he was particularly horny. It was good she’d instructed him to set up Jenna down here. The slut was going to provide pleasure for the both of them.

‘Fucking bitch is getting too much air!’ she thought as she knocked the bottle out of her mouth. Jenna grunted in alarm, losing bubbles as she was now forced to hold her breath. Rolph had an unobstructed view of what he wanted to fuck next.

Jenna groaned as she lost her breath. She hadn’t counted on being forced to go without air so soon. Now she’d been caught by surprise. Knowing Maya’s cruelty, she would have to hold it until the bitch decided to return a regulator to her mouth.

Rolph looked right at Jenna’s pussy. It was right there tantalizing him… begging to be fucked. Maya was a hot fuck. But seeing Jenna shackled and helpless was really bringing out the beast in him as he fucked Maya even harder.

“Let her go; let her drown!” Maya bubbled. “Fuck me, damn you!” But Rolph couldn’t help seeing that pussy winking at him as Jenna struggled to hold her breath, the agony of straining lungs beginning to overtake her.

Maya had other plans though. She sat in his lap, impaled on his cock. Then she buried her boobs in his face as she rode him. Meanwhile Jenna was beginning to fight against her shackles as a fire of breathlessness burned in her chest.

‘Fine – fine; you want to fuck her? Be my guest!’

They disengaged, Maya grabbing her toy to fuck herself as Rolph stepped up to Jenna and thrust hard into her cunt. He had the pony bottle in his hand. But he was not giving it to her just yet. He knew what pussies did when the owner was deprived of air for any length of time. They clenched and spasmed wonderfully around his quivering manhood.

“Fuck her; fuck the slut!” Maya called out through the reg in her mouth. It looked like Rolph was really giving it to her good. And it looked like poor Jenna was in breathless agony. It was almost as though he was fucking the last of her breath right out of her body! It gave Maya an erotic thrill as she fucked herself even harder with her toy.

Jenna’s cheeks began to bulge… and still he kept the bottle away from her lips. Maya suspected Rolph was enjoying teasing her assistant. If he wanted to drown her and feel her dying cunt spasming around his dick, she would not be the least bit upset.

Jenna mouthed for the pony bottle in his hand. He just smiled as he breathed from his own regulator while fucking her harder. Her lips pursed and her cheeks bulged, her lungs on fire.

The shackles suddenly popped away from her legs. Jenna hear Maya moan, and she suspected she was the one who had done it. Rolph just kept fucking her so hard that she parted her legs to allow him to penetrate deeper into her womanhood.

Rolph held the pony bottle up to her mouth, just out of reach. One last spasm nearly caused her to inhale. Then he placed it between her lips. Jenna groaned as she inhaled deeply, wondering if that was the longest she had ever been forced to hold her breath.

He was thrusting deep. With her legs outstretched, he was thrusting deep! She was being fucked like she had never been fucked before. Jenna groaned as she felt it start to swell within her. Meanwhile that bitch Maya kept right on masturbating while watching the two of them going at it.

Jenna wrapped her legs around Rolph while moaning with pleasure. She was grateful he’d put the pony bottle back into her mouth. And he was fucking her so deep. Down on the floor Maya grunted with jealousy as she groped her breasts while playing with the toy in her cunt.

Rolph put his hands against the wall of the pool as he thrust hard in and out of her. Jenna’s cunt sucked him deep inside, her pussy throbbing to be fulfilled. She could feel an orgasm coming on.

She moaned as he fucked her harder, the two of them developing a rhythm. She took him as deep as she could, eager and willing to be taken here at the bottom of the pool. He thrust hard inside her, and she grunted with each one… grunted for him to fuck her hard.

It swelled within her until she screamed with pleasure, exhaling her breath as he pumped his massive load into her. It felt much better than the last time she’d been tortured down here at the bottom of the pool. She was grateful Rolph had been here to make her feel so good.

She moaned her gratitude as he pulled out of her. But one look at Maya showed she was not happy. Was the bitch jealous? The Cuban pointed for him to get out of the water. He nodded as he swam away. Jenna panted heavily from the orgasmic aftershocks she was feeling.

To her horror Maya stood up and jerked the bottle from her mouth. Then the bitch pushed into her stomach. It was as though she was trying to force all the air out of her lungs!

‘What are you doing – UNGH!’ The bitch pushed harder. Jenna lost some of the air she had in her lungs as her legs began to kick.

“You’re mine now, bitch! I’ve always wanted to drown you! Now I have my reason! You enjoyed fucking Rolph too damned much! And now I’m going to enjoy watching you suck water and drown!” Another hard push caused her bladder to release as Jenna grunted in growing horror.

Jenna looked into Maya’s eyes and saw cruelty… savage cruelty and death. Was the bitch really going to drown her? Something had seemed… off the past week or two. Had she misinterpreted things to the point where it was now going to get her killed??

Jenna looked and saw her image reflected back to her in the dive mask. It was an image of a woman in growing agony and panic. She was losing the last of her breath. Now would come the growing strain of empty lungs before she could not hold out any longer.

The bitch was pushing hard into her stomach, adding to the agony of her empty lungs. She had very little breath left. What she saw reflected back to her was a woman doomed to a merciless drowning… a painful drowning.

Maya finally took her hand out of Jenna’s stomach. Then the cruel bitch started to go over backward, moaning about watching her drown as she rubbed her crotch. Jenna was in real agony, struggling not to inhale while fighting empty lungs.

“Yes, bitch; yes! Drown for me!” Maya furiously rubbed and fingered herself. Jenna fought as hard as she could not to give in to the painful spasms wracking her body. But they were becoming overwhelming. Any moment now and she would be forced to give in.

Maya came up to her, grabbed her head and kissed her hard. Then Jenna felt the bitch exhale her breath into her mouth. She groaned as she gratefully received what she could, even if it was a little stale. At least the agony in her chest was not nearly as strong as before.

“UNGH!”

To her horror Jenna felt Maya inhaling… sucking the breath she had just shared with her back out of her lungs! The bitch was trying to steal away the very life-sustaining air she had just shared with her! She wriggled and squirmed as her legs came up instinctively.

She heard Maya laughing into her mouth. The air was shared back to her. Then it was just as cruelly taken away again! Jenna’s eyes began to roll as her lungs struggled to deal with the stale breath being shared and then retracted.

Maya laughed as she went below Jenna’s legs. She grabbed on and started licking and sucking. Jenna grunted and groaned, her lungs beginning to strain again as the bitch licked wicked pleasure into her throbbing cunt.

Maya climbed her helpless slave, turned upside down, and then mashed her cunt against her lips. “Eat me or you’ll never breathe again!” she bubbled. Then Maya began licking and sucking for all she was worth as her assistant fearfully did the same. Jenna was afraid if she climaxed now she would lose the last of her breath and drown painfully.

Maya turned around, embraced her helpless assistant, and kissed her deeply. Once more she shared air with her. Jenna groaned as her lungs were filled with stale air. What she truly needed lay contained within that damned tank on her back!

“Now you drown!” Maya pronounced dramatically. “Now you drown… and I’ll cum so hard feeling your drowning spasms against my body!” Then she kissed Jenna hard while trying to suck all the air out of her lungs.

Jenna was getting dizzy. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving. She was too weak and out of breath to stop Maya’s wicked plans. And so she easily gave up the air the bitch was trying so hard to suck out of her chest.

With the last of her strength she locked her legs around Maya’s waist. Then she began humping her hard. She could feel one last orgasm coming on.

It caught Maya totally by surprise as she lost her breath. The regulator was hanging somewhere behind her. But now she couldn’t reach it! She cried out in horror, trying to stretch upward as Jenna kept humping her, her vision fading as she started to pass out.

‘No… NOOO!’ Maya thrashed about within the legs of her assistant. She suddenly needed air, and she couldn’t get any! Then Jenna gurgled as she started to drown, humping her and forcing the last of the breath out of her as she was swept away by a wave of agonizing pleasure.

Maya shuddered in a panic-induced orgasm. Then she was cumming too… cumming and swallowing water. Jenna’s spasms lessened as hers became more pronounced.

Maya coughed and gurgled as she drowned within Jenna’s legs. She began to relax until her arms slowly stretched upward. She shuddered from the sensations of a fading orgasm. Then she was aware of nothing at all.

The two bodies relaxed, each one quivering from stray nerve endings firing off. Then the bottom of the pool was quiet. Rolph would find them that way much later when they did not return to the surface.

© 2018 (Jan 24 ’18)

(Images created by Putkikker. More of his great work can be found on deviant art at https://putkikker.deviantart.com/.)

Posted in Drowning Stories, Picture Stories | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Time to hang for daddy 4.4 (18)

Posted on April 6, 2018 by riwa

Time to hang for daddy

The television program ended promptly at 8. But there was nothing he wanted to watch afterwards. So what was there to do?

He looked over to see his daughter hadn’t even bothered with the TV. She was texting on her iPhone again. It seemed like she was on that thing 24 hours a day. Maybe that should be his next project.

He looked up and saw movement on the wall. He got his daughter’s attention and pointed it out to her. “Miriam, is that a spider I see?”

She looked up from her iPhone in annoyance at the interruption. She saw where her father was pointing until her eyes located it. “Yeah, so?”

“Doesn’t it bother you seeing it up there, honey? Do you want me to get rid of it for you?”

“That little thing, daddy? Really?”

She snorted in disgust as she got up from her chair. She didn’t bother to get a swatter, a piece of paper or anything. She just smacked it with her hand, instantly squashing it.

“Geez, daddy; it’s just a spider. What’s the big deal?”

“It didn’t scare you?”

“Why should it scare me?” Then she rolled her eyes.

“Daddy, how can I text my friends when you keep interrupting? I’m going to my room.” Then she got up and left the living room.

He watched her ass wriggle suggestively as she walked out of the room. It stirred some dark desires within. Besides, the mark on her neck had pretty much faded away from the last time.

He told himself he probably shouldn’t. But he was already getting hard just thinking about it. At least he would have her undivided attention for a few minutes while getting her off that blasted iPhone.

He nervously cleared his throat. Then he called out, “Honey? Isn’t it time you hanged for daddy?” His heart was pounding in his chest.

He waited five minutes, listening to the sound of thumping and bumping coming from her room. Then he unzipped his fly, releasing his erection. He decided it would be ok since his wife wouldn’t be home from the hospital for another couple of hours.

He waited another five minutes, wondering if she was rebelling. Maybe it wouldn’t work this time. Then his breath caught in his throat as he heard her call out, “Come in, daddy. I’m ready for my hanging.”

He quickly got out of his clothes. Then he walked to her room. He opened the door to see her standing on a chair in the nude with her arms behind her back.

She was balanced precariously on a pair of high heels. She had also managed to cuff her wrists together behind her back after getting herself up there, just the way he liked. And her proud breasts were now exposed for him to enjoy.

A thick hemp noose came down from a hook in the ceiling right next to her bed. It looped snugly around her neck as her eyes flashing excitedly. The other end had been tied off.

“Like my necklace, daddy? I tied it just for you.”

“And you did a really good job tying it, honey. It looks great.”

“I can’t wait to hang for you, daddy. Can you tell how excited I am? C’mon… feel how wet I am! I like it when you play with my pussy and my tits!”

He walked right up to her, his cock saluting her sexy body. She looked down at it and licked her lips. Then he stuck his fingers into her cleanly shaved slit while groping and fondling her breasts.

She moaned as her pussy clenched around his wriggling fingers. She gasped as she writhed and whimpered. “I love it when you see how wet and excited I am for you, daddy.”

“I love it too, honey.”

“Do you like my hard nipples?”

“They’re very sexy, honey.”

“You turn me on so much, daddy. Can I kick up my heels for you now? Let me down and I’ll kick up my heels for you.”

“Sure thing, honey.”

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up off the chair. He shoved it away with a foot. Then he slowly lowered her until the noose took her full weight, her heels wriggling a couple inches off the floor.

At first she winced, her feet fluttering anxiously for the oak floor beneath her. But it wasn’t to be. Then she managed a grimace of a smile as she started to kick.

She swung back and forth, her legs kicking in a ballet as her feet continued the futile search for solid footing. She gawked and gurgled as she tried to thrust her hips outward. That’s when he asked, “Want daddy to finger you again, honey?”

She nodded as her face began to turn red. He stepped up to her and finger-fucked her pussy. She glurked and clenched until she shuddered in orgasm.

“Did you just cum, honey?” She nodded again as her eyes began to roll.

“Would you like daddy to give you a flying fuck?” She nodded once more, almost eagerly.

He walked up to her as she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She was quite wet; his cock slid right in. She took him deep inside her and then started riding him, trying to pull herself upward for some air as she let out little choking sounds.

“Feels good, honey. Does it feel good to you as well?” Somehow she managed to nod her head.

“Want daddy to cum inside you?” There was another nod of the head.

He began to thrust as she eagerly rode him. She gurgled as her vagina kept clenching around his thrusting shaft. Then her eyes rolled again as she started to shudder.

He could feel how deep and profound her orgasm was. A moment later his cock went off inside her. She gurgled and trembled as her body accepted the creamy gift. Then he slowly pulled out.

His cum dripped out of her pussy onto the floor as she gently swung back and forth. She shuddered one last time as she tried to breathe. Then she lost all consciousness as fluid trickled down her legs onto the floor. He would have a little mess to clean up, but he felt it was worth it.

When she awakened she was lying naked in her bed. The noose was still looped loosely around her throat, although it did not go up into the hook in the ceiling. She was aware of a buzzing in her cunt.

She moaned with a little smile as she reached down and grasped onto her vibrator. Then she grabbed onto the noose around her neck, pulling it hard and then fucking herself as she strangled herself. A moment later she had another mammoth orgasm that battered her senseless.

Her friends would keep; she could text them later. Right now she felt absolutely wonderful. She loved that sexy dream she kept having about daddy fucking her while she hanged in the noose. It felt strangely painful as it tired her out. But she loved how it made her feel like she was floating on air, especially with all the orgasms she got to experience.

—

His wife walked through the door, looking as though she’d been on her feet for hours. He looked up from his chair to ask, “Long day at the hospital, honey?”

“It was a very long day. I’m dead on my feet.” Then she looked around before asking, “Where’s Miriam?”

“Oh, you know her. She was texting all night to her friends. Last I looked she was, well… you know.”

“Playing with her noose and those toys again? I wish she’d find something else to use to masturbate with. Maybe you can use your hypnosis technique on her to break her of that. At least you got her to quit being scared of spiders.”

“Yeah. In fact she killed one this evening with her bare hand.”

“That’s not the Miriam I used to know. I like the way you helped her conquer her fear. Anyway I’m going to bed.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m too damned tired to eat.” Then she headed off to the back bedroom.

He watched her go, enjoying the way her ass wriggled suggestively. Like mother, like daughter. But thinking of Miriam in the noose quickly triggered another erection.

Maybe he shouldn’t… aw, hell; why not. Then he gently called out, “Honey?”

“Not tonight, darling. I’m all worn out.”

“Isn’t it time you hanged for daddy?” There was no response.

He waited ten minutes, listening to the thumping and bumping from their bedroom. He couldn’t help smiling inwardly. She was just as sexy dangling in midair as their daughter Miriam.

He waited until a familiar voice called out, “Come in, daddy. I’m ready for my hanging.” She certainly didn’t sound tired anymore.

He quickly got out of his clothes. Then he walked to their room. He opened the door to see her standing on a chair in the nude with her arms behind her back, her proud breasts exposed for him to enjoy.

A thick hemp noose came down from a hook in their ceiling right next to the bed. It looped snugly around her neck, her eyes flashing excitedly. One end had already been tied off. She was standing in those high heels he enjoyed seeing her wear.

“Like my necklace, daddy? I tied it just for you.”

“And you did really well, honey. It looks great.”

“I can’t wait to hang for you, daddy. Can you tell how excited I am? C’mon… feel how wet I am!”

2018 (written Mar 22 ’18 by riwa)

(Inspired by another hypnosis story I read on the Internet)

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

An old Indian tale 2.7 (3)

Posted on March 31, 2018 by riwa

Author’s note: This story was written for a writing contest with a motel theme, limited to 3,000 words. This story was inspired by the following picture.

An old Indian tale

Darby Corday wasn’t sure what it was that attracted her to the place. Maybe it was the huge sign with the large Indian head and the woman’s name. Most likely it was the sign indicating they had a swimming pool. After a long drive, a refreshing dip sounded great.

She pulled in and parked in a diagonal spot near the office. Then she went inside. A woman in her fifties wearing a faded motel vest got up from her chair and smiled at her.

“Do you need a room miss?”

“Is your pool working? I’ve been on the road for hours.”

“Yes, miss. Dan cleaned it out this morning.”

“Dan?”

“Our maintenance man.”

“I see. Is there a restaurant close by?”

“Take a right turn five blocks down the street, miss. There’ll be five places in a ten block stretch. Personally I’d try Gil’s café down on the right as their food is pretty good. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you.”

Darby paid for the room in cash, accepting the key from the kindly woman with a smile. As she went back outside she saw what looked like an old man opening the door to the last unit on the far end. He seemed to stare at her.

There was something about him that made her nervous. He had grey hair and a face that looked weather-beaten. He wore a grey plaid shirt and faded jeans. Around his waist was some sort of equipment belt. Was that the maintenance man the desk clerk had mentioned?

She got into her car and drove to her room. She pulled into the diagonal spot in front of her door. Then she gathered up her suitcase and toiletries.

She froze when she saw that old fart was still staring at her. What was his problem? It made her quickly lock her vehicle before hustling herself into her room.

At least she was in for the night. No more sitting behind the wheel getting stuck behind slow moving vehicles. Now she was going to use that pool.

She changed into a modest flower print, one-piece she was rather fond of. It still fit, although she needed to lose a few pounds around the middle, an ongoing battle between her and cookies. And her best feature – her breasts – needed a little support now that they were wanting to sag as she approached middle age.

She went into the bathroom and grabbed the extra towel hanging from the towel rack. She saw the weariness in her eyes from the many miles. Then she opened the door to the hallway, looking forward to a cool, relaxing swim.

She only had a short walk to the corner exit with the word POOL and an arrow pointing the way. It led out to the backside of the motel. When she stepped out she saw more parking spots, indicating this place used to be full in its heyday.

She discovered she was the only one out using the wire mesh fenced-in pool. The water was still, showing no evidence it had been used recently. Darby didn’t mind having it all to herself.

She dropped the towel and room key onto a patio chair before walking to the deep end. Thankfully she could enjoy her swim without any creeps ogling her. And she didn’t want that maintenance man watching her in the water as he had acted a little creepy.

She dove in head first, enjoying the sensation of cool water washing the miles off her back. She surfaced and then slowly swam to the shallow end. She reached the end of the pool, turned around and swam back.

She stopped her swim in the deep end when she heard a door to the end of the motel open. She saw him walk out in the direction of an old, beat-up Ford pickup sitting alone in the back parking lot. He turned in her direction, giving her a long, lingering look.

Darby shivered as she stared back at him. Instinctively she submerged, skulling to keep herself under. She held her breath as she slowly released bubbles, trying to stay under long enough for him to go back inside.

When she surfaced she saw him standing there over near the pickup looking right at her. He turned and opened the door, pulling out a piece of equipment she didn’t recognize. Then he walked back to the door to the motel he’d come out of, his eyes on her the entire time.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as he looked at her. That old dude really spooked her out. She felt strangely vulnerable alone in the water.

She watched him go back inside the building. But for some reason she didn’t feel like swimming anymore. She was hungry, so maybe now would be a good time to go eat.

She got out of the pool and quickly dried herself off. Then she wrapped the towel around her head to help dry her shoulder length brunette hair. She made her way back inside the motel, happy to be away from prying eyes while she was swimming… in case that creepy old man came back out to fetch another piece of equipment and stare at her again.

She was in the hallway approaching her door when she saw him down the hall looking right at her. There was something about the way he stared that made her skin crawl. She quickly unlocked her door, slipped inside, and then hastily locked it behind her, making sure to use the extra chain latch for double security.

She got dressed and then went out to her car. She looked all around to make sure that old man was nowhere in sight. Then she pulled out of the motel and drove down the street.

The instructions she’d been given proved accurate. She drove right to that café the desk clerk had suggested. She went in and sat down, feeling a sense of relief she was no longer in that motel.

She ordered a salad, but she picked at it as though she wasn’t very hungry. For some reason she wasn’t in a hurry to get back. Hopefully that old fart would be gone for the day when she returned.

She finished her meal and paid the check. Then she drove back. There were only three additional vehicles in the lot, indicating the motel wasn’t going to have many guests for the night.

She pulled into her spot and warily looked all around. Then she got out, hastily unlocked her room and then rushed inside. This time locking the door behind her did not seem to give her the sense of security she sought.

She turned on the TV, but nothing appealed to her. Darby felt restless. And now she was getting the munchies. That salad hadn’t fully satisfied her.

She went to the door to the hall and looked out the peephole, trying to look both ways. No one seemed to be out there. She unlatched and unlocked the door before carefully stepping outside.

The place was quiet except for the sound of a TV down the hall. Knowing others were staying here gave her a small sense of comfort. Then she followed the hall back to the main desk.

She found some vending machines, but she didn’t have any change. So she went to the front desk. A young man in his twenties in a similar motel vest stood up from his chair and smiled at her, wanting to assist an attractive woman any way he could.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“I need some change for the vending machines.” Then she pulled out a couple of ones.

He happily converted them into quarters for her. “Long drive, miss?”

“Yes, it was very long and hot. I’m very tired. At least I got to swim in your pool. That felt nice.”

“Oh yes, miss.” There was a faint flicker of disappointment in his eyes. Did he wish he’d been here earlier to witness her swim?

For some reason she felt reassured being around him. He seemed protective, if not a bit eager. Still, his presence was welcome.

She went to the vending machines and bought cookies and a coke. Then she returned to the foyer. He smiled to see she’d returned.

She wanted some excuse to engage him in conversation so she could remain in his presence a while longer. But she couldn’t think of anything. As she bit into her cookie she motioned toward the large sign in the grass outside.

“That Indian head on your sign… and that female name. Is there a story behind that?”

The young man smiled as though happy to keep her around a bit longer. “Old Dan told me there’s a story to it. But I don’t know if I believe him. It’s probably just an old Indian tale.”

“Old Dan? Your maintenance man?” She didn’t want to offend the lad by telling him the old goat gave her the creeps.

“His name is Dan Running Moon. He’s from the Omaha tribe that used to live in this area in the 1800’s before the white man pushed them out.”

“Oh?” She’d seen Native Americans before, which now explained why some of the old guy’s facial features seemed familiar.

Is that why he seemed so creepy to her… because he was Native American? She didn’t think so. There was something else about him… the way he looked at her… like he was sizing her up for something.

“It’s a crazy tale, so I’m not sure how much stock to place in it, miss. He says many years ago the Omaha tribe lived on this land until some guy bought it and wanted to put up houses and build a town. They tried to reason with him, although I don’t know what Dan meant by the word “reason”. Maybe their ‘discussion’ involved a lot of bows and arrows.”

“Maybe so,” Darby smiled wryly.

“Anyway the army came in and drove ‘em off their land. The Indians said the spirits had been angered and had to be satisfied. So they snuck into that guy’s home in the middle of the night and kidnapped his 19 year old daughter.”

The young man shook his head and chuckled. “Dan always comes up with a good yarn. So I don’t know how much of this is true and how much of this is exaggerated. Hell, the whole story sounds iffy to me.”

“Anyway, they took this girl out the very next morning. Dan says they staked her out right on these very grounds. But I don’t know how true that is.”

“They stripped her naked and staked her spread-eagled on the ground like you see in some of those westerns, you know? The Indians gathered and danced around her while chanting. Then the medicine man took this dagger out.”

The young man brought his hand up as though to emphasize the act, much to Darby’s growing discomfort. “Dan says the guy brought the dagger down…” and the desk clerk stabbed downward at this part of the story “…right into the poor girl’s stomach. He cut her open before reaching in to remove her heart. Dan says it was still beating in his hand as he held it up before her dying eyes. I guess that appeased the spirits. But Dan says sometimes they get restless and need to be appeased again. He says the woman’s name was Samantha. But I heard the motel was named after the first owner’s six year old daughter. Oh that Dan.” The young man shook his head with an amused smile.

Darby shuddered, uncomfortable he had told her the story. It made her think back to the way that maintenance man kept looking at her… sizing her up. Then she heard a familiar voice call out from the room beyond the front desk.

“Dooley? Are you telling another one of those crazy Dan stories to one of our guests again?”

“Mom, she was asking about it!”

“Well cut it out! We don’t need to be scaring off the guests!”

“Sorry, mom.” Then he shook his head as he turned to Darby.

“I’m sorry, miss. I hope I didn’t scare you. Like I said, it’s just an old Indian tale.” It was obvious he liked her and was hoping he hadn’t made her want to pack up and leave.

“No, of course not,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Thank you for the coins. I should get back to my room.” She winced inwardly that she hadn’t stopped herself from eating cookies again.

“Good night, miss. Sleep well.”

‘Yeah sure,’ she thought to herself as she got up from her chair and headed off. ‘I’ll sleep REAL well with that story running through my head!’

The hall was deserted, so she safely made it back to her room. She made sure both doors were locked and chained. Then she undressed before crawling into bed in her sheer nightgown.

She tried to watch some television. But it bored her. It had the effect of making her sleepy, and she dozed off……

Darby was naked, tied spread-eagled to the ground! They were all around her, chanting some sort of mournful song. Then that maintenance man came over to her with a dagger in his hand.

He knelt over her as she tried to scream. But she couldn’t make any sound come out of her throat. Then the dagger came down into her………………

Darby shot upright in bed, panting like crazy. On the TV there was some stupid western. The natives were chanting and doing some sort of dance.

“Damn movie!” she gasped as she turned it off. It plunged her into total darkness other than the outside light trying to penetrate the curtains. That’s when Darby thought she heard that same chanting.

Where was it coming from? Was someone else in the motel watching that same western?

She got up and crept to the front door. She pulled the curtain to the nearby window and prepared to peek out, ready to scream at anything. But there was nothing happening outside; no movement of any kind.

She went to the other door and looked out the peephole into the hallway. It was deserted. So where was that chanting coming from?? It didn’t sound like it was coming from another TV set.

Her heart beat fast as she looked all around. She turned the TV back on and changed the channel to drown it out. But somehow she could still hear the chanting.

She walked over to a vent and listened intently. Was the sound coming from the vent… from the room next door or farther down the hall? She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t be sure.

Her heart hammered in her chest. She sensed danger all around her. Then she thought she heard something out in the hallway.

She looked at the doorknob, her eyes widening with fright as it started to turn. The chanting got louder as someone on the other side tried to force it open. “No…. go away…. go away…. leave me alone…..” Then it burst open as three braves in loincloths and painted faces rushed in.

Darby screamed as they grabbed her. They threw her down onto the bed, stripped her of her nightie and underwear, and then tied her spread-eagled using lengths of rope they had brought with her. Then they began to chant.

Darby screamed and screamed, shaking her head as they moved and chanted around her. Then Dan walked in. He was in the same clothes she’d seen earlier… and he had a dagger in his hand.

Somehow her screams got even louder as he approached. Why the hell wasn’t someone inside the motel coming to help her?? Then he brought the dagger down into her stomach. Darby let out an “aaauuuuggghhhhhhhh” as her back arched from the penetration.

She felt him reach inside; she could actually feel him reaching around in her chest cavity! Her heart was hammering a mile a minute. Then she felt a sharp jolt of extreme pain and agony.

She stared in abject horror as he pulled her beating heart out of her chest and held it up before her terrified gaze. It beat less and less until it stopped. Darby stared in vacant horror as the life slowly faded from her eyes…

—

“So what’s the deal with this one, Sam?”

“Well, Pete. At first glance I’d have to say it was a heart attack. When her vehicle was still there the next morning, they sent their maintenance man to go down to check on her. He used the master key, but the door was chained from the inside. He had to break in… said her found her that way with her eyes open wide.

“Geezus, Sam! You didn’t close her eyes or anything?”

“I was going to, Pete, and maybe I should have. I didn’t want to disturb anything until after I made my finding.”

“And what did you find?”

“That’s why I called you in, Pete. The broad’s got no heart.” Then he motioned at the naked body lying on the slab, a line cut into her chest.

“Is that supposed to be a joke, Sam?”

“No, Pete. When I got to her there were no signs of forced trauma. No needle marks… no signs of pill bottles, liquor or a struggle. My first thought was a heart attack. But a woman like that so young? So I opened her up. And that’s when I found she had no heart.”

“Are you playing a practical joke on me, Sam?”

“I wish I was Pete. That’s why I called you. Craziest thing I’ve ever come across.”

“Who was she?”

The coroner picked up the driver’s license and read off it. “Name’s Darby Samantha Corday.”

2018 (Feb 17 ’18)

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Patreon and Riwas Reads updates 3 (2)

Posted on March 29, 2018 by riwa

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon

Coming April rewards
More of the Island of Death-row Inmates, and of Jaime and her husband watching the Club fundraiser.
Faye and Nancy both want to be Famous at the End, one with a noose and the other in the water.
The Borensterns win a raffle at the Club and get to hang a girl, a prequel to “An eager slut dances for them”.
Brenda has a special breath-holding talent that could ultimately get her into trouble.
And anything else I can think of. I’m feeling like tripling up on each level this month, so we’ll see how it goes.

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

Riwa’s Reads updates

Robyn and Holly (plus bonus) (3-7-18)

12881 words – $5.50

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older, edited stories.

Robyn and Holly – Robyn cruelly tosses Holly’s bracelet into an aquarium tank, forcing her to go in after it. But there’s a bed of entangling seaweed and an amorous octopus awaiting her. (17 pages)

The capsized boat – Emma uses her scuba gear to investigate a capsized boat in the river from a recent storm. But she gets trapped inside. Will she get out before she runs out of air? (10 pages)

Jane Bond and the underwater sub base (reactivated 3-7-18)

5068 words – $4.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes another story inspired by one of JustPaul’s great animations.

Jane Bond is assigned to scope out an enemy sub base. She finds a back entrance near a waterfall and has to make a long swim to check it out. But she gets trapped underwater.

She is rescued by a woman she recognizes from an earlier encounter. But Marina is not interested in another swim. This time she wants to watch Jane bubble her last.

Miss Bond finds herself all tied up and holding her breath. Will her assignment end prematurely? Will she survive long enough to be given to their android? Will rescue arrive too late? (22 pics; 23 pages)

Dear Diary 14 (plus bonus) (3-16-18)

11615 words – $6.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a new addition to the Dear Diary series. Included is The Making of a Serial _____, retitled with an additional section illustrated by some old JustPaul renders

Dear Diary 14 – I found three of Kristen’s journal entries about Rudy, the boy who mows the lawn. In the first one she surprises him in the pool; in the second she and her friend Tina gang up on him; and in the third he gets her back with the help of her mother. (15 pages; 3 parts)

Kelly’s Passion – After the making of the piranha movie, Kelly and Riley get together for one last swim where things lethally get out of hand. In the second part, Kelly is swimming after hours at a private resort when she gets interrupted by a female officer who wants to take her in for trespassing. (16 pages; 22 picture/poser illustrations)

Team Discipline (plus bonus) (3-26-18)

11502 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a couple of older stories, a wet/dry mix featuring your favorite club in action once more.

Team Discipline 1 – Erin swims so poorly during synchro practice that her teammates decide she needs to be punished. That means there’s going to be a lot of time in the pool proving how well she can hold her breath while being all tied up. What’s worse, a guy she likes will be tied up next to her. (11 pages)

Vanessa’s Education 1 – Rick finishes telling his story to a customer who becomes interested in seeing the Entertainment stage in operation. So Rick sends an attendant to fetch a girl out in line so she can help demonstrate the use of the gallows. (9 pages)

(Plus a short unadvertised “wet” bonus story of 676 words)

Shelly 12-13 (plus bonus) (reactivated 3-27-18)

19715 words – $5.00

From the keyboard of Richard “Riwa” Shepard comes a return to the Shelly series, recently edited with an addition of over 2500 words. Included is an older snorkel dive story, also recently edited.

Shelly 12-13 – The bikini babes blow me underwater while I’m blindfolded. Then I have to lick pussy at the same time each one takes a turn riding me. Shelly blows me underwater, finally allowing me to cum. Then in a sudden role-reversal I become Master of the pool, making the bikini babes lick each other underwater without allowing them to cum. (28 pages)

Spring Break snorkel dive – Stacy and Christy meet up with a couple guys during Spring Break who take them out to a reef for some snorkeling. But the two coeds are left behind inside the reef and must get out before the water rises too high. (11 pages)

Posted in Riwas Reads | Leave a comment

Paying off a Gambling Debt 3.7 (7)

Posted on March 25, 2018 by riwa

Paying off a Gambling Debt

by Riwa

Brenda took a deep breath. Then she submerged to the bottom rung of the pool ladder. She grabbed on and settled in for a nice, long breath-hold.

Her son was going to be home from work in a couple hours. And she wanted to be ready for him. She had her eye on an attractive cocktail dress as well as a new pair of shoes. And she was going to get Georgie to pay for them.

Lately he’d become easy to manipulate. All she had to do was hold her breath for a lengthy period of time underwater. And with the right outfit showing off her cleavage and athletically sculpted body, she always had him eating out of her hand.

Today she was wearing a skimpy black bikini top that simply could not contain her breasts. She was also wearing a thong bottom. She liked how sexy it felt on her. Besides, it served a useful purpose.

She knew how much her son stared at her whenever she was wearing it. To be honest, she loved the way it turned him on. It made him much easier to manipulate whenever she wanted money out of him.

She checked the watch on her wrist to see how long she’d been under. It was the one her son had given her for using to practice holding her breath. It was waterproof, and she used it whenever she wanted to check on her progress or improve her time.

She suspected Georgie was going to push her lungs again as soon as he got home. But she didn’t mind, not if he paid her for it. She would hold her breath for as long as necessary if it meant getting money for the clothes she wanted.

She felt the gentle heaves in her stomach at around 1:50. She had to smile at how well she’d learned to hold her breath. At first it had been a challenge just to reach 1:30. Now on a good day she was reaching nearly twice that.

She smiled as the watch showed she’d passed 2:10. This one felt like it was going to be a challenge. But she was determined to make it to 3:00.

At 2:25 the contractions in her stomach really started to show. She could feel them trying to push up into her chest. But she stubbornly pushed onward, as nothing was going to get in the way of her getting that money for the clothes she wanted.

At 2:37 her double Ds began to bounce gently as her chest heaved. It made her concerned she might not make this one after all. But Brenda told herself she was going to reach 3:00.

At 2:48 she really began to suffer. Her lungs were on fire, her stomach contracting noticeably as her boobs bounced. Surely she could hold it 12 more seconds, right?

She lost a burst of air at 2:53… another burst at 2:56. The last four seconds were agonizing. But the moment she made 3:00 she shot up to the surface, releasing the last of her breath along the way.

She burst up gasping loudly. That’s when she saw three pairs of black dress shoes looking back at her from the side of the pool. When she looked up she saw three men standing there in sharp looking, black business suits.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “My son doesn’t take kindly to strangers in his back yard.”

“We’re here for the money, Brenda.”

“What money?”

“The money you owe… your gambling debts, remember? You asked for another week and we gave you two. Did you think we had forgotten?”

“Look, I asked my son for the money, ok? But he won’t give it to me all at once. He’s parceling it out a little at a time. I told you it’s going to take a while.”

“We’ve given you more than enough time to pay up, Brenda. We want our money now. So where is it?”

“I told you I don’t have it. Georgie is paying me a little at a time for my breath-holding. That’s why I’m out here in the pool.”

She caught them staring at her body. It made her smile playfully. “Can I do something for you to help pay off my gambling debt?” She thought showing off with a little swim or striptease in the water might help her out of this situation, at least for now.

“Yes you can, Brenda,” the one in charge told her emotionlessly. “You can tell us where you’re keeping the money.”

“I told you I haven’t got it! My son’s parceling it out to me. You’ll get it when I get it; it’s as simple as that!”

“Not good enough.”

“It’s the best I can do.”

She saw a fourth man emerge out of her son’s house, the home he was letting her live in for the time being. He had a few bills in his hand. “I found these in the desk, Hans. But it’s not nearly enough.”

“Hey! You can’t take that! That belongs to Georgie!”

“Where’s the rest of it, Brenda?”

“I tell you I haven’t got it!”

Hans snapped his fingers at one of his goons. The henchman went over and picked up the pool skimmer. Brenda saw him bring it over, and it gave her a shiver of alarm.

“You say your son pays you to hold your breath?”

“Yes, he does,” she answered proudly. “I’m quite good at it.”

“Show me.” That’s when he motioned at his underling holding the pool skimmer.

The man promptly pushed it down on her, snaring her head in the netting. Brenda bubbled as she was forced underwater. She struggled to get back to the surface. But the skimmer on her head kept her submerged.

She finally settled down, deciding not to fight it anymore. Struggling would only use up her oxygen reserves, preventing her from holding her breath for very long. Maybe she could get these men to subtract part of what she owed them if she held her breath for them.

She tried to relax as the netting to the pool skimmer forced her toward the bottom. It occurred to her she could swim down out of the bothersome object and escape. But that might antagonize the man named Hans even more. So she decided against it for now.

The strain of holding her breath settled in her stomach, sending contractions up into her chest. She looked up and lost a burst of air. She tried clawing at the skimmer to pry it away. But the goon just kept forcing it down upon her head.

She lost another burst of bubbles as the urge to panic intensified. She couldn’t hold it much longer. What if the bastard was going to drown her??

She finally clawed the net off her head and shot up to the surface. She burst up gasping loudly for breath. It felt like she’d been down for a long time.

“There, I can do it, ok?”

“Maybe we should talk to your son,” Hans observed ominously. He sounded like he might be willing to cause harm to her child.

Brenda was unmoved. “If you hurt him, you won’t get any more money. He’s the one who pays me. He keeps it all in a bank somewhere.”

“It would be a shame if something were to happen to him.”

“So what. That just means I won’t get the money and neither will you. That would be stupid.”

“Something bad happening to your son would be stupid, Brenda?”

“I told you he only pays me a little at a time. I can’t get it out of him any faster, ok? Go ahead and kill him if you must. But it won’t get you any closer to the money I owe you.”

“You don’t care if we kill him, Brenda?” In response she shrugged her shoulders as though she couldn’t stop him.

“Your response surprises me.”

“So what. I’m just his mother. Big deal.”

“Perhaps we can get it out of you another way.” And with a nod, the goon with the net pushed down on her head again.

Brenda got a quick breath before she went down. This time she was annoyed with the net. She quickly got out from underneath and then swam to the middle of the deep end where the pool skimmer wasn’t long enough to reach her.

Hans reached into his pocket and pulled out a revolver. Brenda gasped with fright. “If you kill me, you won’t see a cent of that money!”

“Boss?” the man who’d emerged from the house told him, getting his attention. “I found the controls to the pool cover.” And with that he activated the switch.

There was a loud hum as the cover emerged from the shallow end and flowed the length of the pool. It was sectioned off in partitions, unfolding to lie flat upon the surface. It was of a transparent material, some sort of glass or plastic.

Brenda let out a cry alarm as the cover came toward her. She started to swim for the deep end, only for a shot to ring out. The water in front of her kicked up spray from the entry of a bullet.

“Stay right there, Brenda,” Hans warned.

“You can’t do this to me!”

“You said you could hold your breath. Let’s see how long you can do it.”

“I’ll hold it if you’ll let me work off my debt to you; ok?” In response he just aimed his gun right at her. “All right – all right; I’ll hold my breath!”

She waited until the closing cover approached her position. Then she took as big a breath as she could. She submerged as the next to last partition unfolded right over the top of her.

For a moment she started to swim toward the end of the pool. But it was already too late. The last partition of the cover unfolded before making contact with the edge of the pool, sealing her in.

There was no point trying to stay near the surface now. They weren’t going to let her out until they made her hold her breath. Brenda stopped treading water, allowing her muscle-bound form to slowly sink to the bottom.

She went all the way down and sat on her ass. She’d parked herself on the bottom on her butt for her son many times before. But now she had no choice. Maybe they would let her out after she’d held her breath for a really long time.

She tried to relax as she settled in for a nice, long lung-buster. She had no idea how long they were going to keep her submerged. Maybe Georgie would get off work early enough to come home and save her from these morons.

She listened to the quiet hum of the pool filter as she looked up at the surface. The three men were right there looking down on her. Maybe her sexy body and her skimpy bikini would incite them to spare her long enough to earn her a little more time to pay off her debts. After all, she was good at pleasing her son often enough to earn a little extra spending money by holding her breath while wearing a sexy outfit.

She had no idea how long they were going to keep her down. She released a few bubbles out of her nose as she tried to remain calm. But eventually she felt those familiar contractions start up in her stomach. It made her regret not keeping track with her watch.

She looked up at the glass cover and tried not to panic. Panic would only use up her breath faster, leading to her lungs giving out sooner. She was capable of holding her breath for a really long time if she just relaxed and didn’t freak out.

The contractions in her stomach grew worse. She could feel them moving up into her chest. She looked up at the surface again, letting the guys see her chest. Perhaps they would be turned on enough to open the cover back up.

The contractions got worse until she couldn’t stay down any longer. She swam up over to the end of the pool where she pushed up on the cover from underneath. But it was solid… and there wasn’t so much as a bubble of air she could get to!

Her lungs really started to hurt as she pushed up harder against the cover. How long were they going to keep her down here? Where the hell was Georgie??

She started losing bursts of air out of her mouth as she palmed the glass above her. Then she started pounding on it with her fists. Her chest heaved, her boobs bouncing as she beat on it.

Her lungs were on fire; it hurt like hell and she was getting dizzy. She screamed her breath away as a contraction nearly doubled her over. Then the cover started to retract from the edge of the pool.

Brenda shot up through the opening and gasped wildly for breath as the cover stopped a couple partitions away. Two of the business suits smiled appreciatively at her as though enjoying her body and her abilities. But Hans was stoic as ever.

“That’s not bad, Brenda. Gruber here timed you to 3:30. Quite impressive.”

Is that… enough to… lower… my debt?”

“Perhaps. I think one more breath-hold might convince me. Are you willing? Or should I just shoot you right now?”

“No – no; I’ll hold my breath for you… anything to lower my debt so Georgie can pay it off eventually.”

“Your son… you don’t seem to mind if I might have him murdered?”

“What is that to me?” she said with a dismissive wave. “I just live here. He pays me to hold my breath. That’s all he is to me… money and a place to live.”

“An interesting perspective. Very well. Shall we try again? Can you go longer?”

“Yes! I can go longer! Lower my debt and I’ll prove it to you!”

“Let’s see how long you can go, Brenda.” Then he started counting down from ten.

Brenda took a couple deep breaths to expand her lungs. If they were going to push her to 4:00, she would really need to concentrate. It was scary, but she believed she could push it another 30 seconds if she had to.

When he reached the end of his countdown, the cover was activated. It started to move toward the end of the pool. Brenda took a really big breath before she went under the surface, checking the watch on her wrist to mark the time.

She looked up and watched with dismay as the cover sealed her in. She tried to relax, allowing herself to sink to the bottom. Then she settled onto her ass again as she mentally prepared for a really long breath-hold.

This time Brenda closed her eyes. There was no point batting her lashes at the men above. They seemed impervious to a woman’s charms, especially her with her skimpy bathing suit. It was a shame too. She would have considered having sex with any or all of them if it would have meant paying down her gambling debt.

She didn’t bother looking at her watch. There was no point. It would only make her anxious to keep checking to see if she was getting closer to her appointed time before she was allowed back up to taste air again.

She focused on the sounds in the pool and the feel of the cool water on her skin. She got a mental image of the dress she wanted, picturing in her mind how good she would look in it. She imagined wearing the shoes Georgie would end up paying for from her breath-holds… imagined herself proudly strolling down the sidewalk in her new clothes.

Brenda felt a small contraction in her stomach, indicating the stressful part was about to begin. She tried to swallow it back down. Then she felt another. Now it was going to get harder. She would really have to focus.

Bubbles trickled out of her nose as she tried to swallow more contractions back down. She released a little more air out of her mouth to ease the strain. But the burn in her lungs was getting worse

How long had it been? She was afraid to look. She didn’t want to discover she still had a lot of time left to go, even though it felt like she’d been down for quite a while.

The contractions in her stomach moved up into her chest. Her breasts began to bounce as she experienced more convulsions. That was it; she had to find out how much longer she had left.

Brenda opened her eyes and looked at her watch. She was already at 3:08, an impressive feat. She still had almost a minute to go. But she was sure she could do it if she pushed herself.

She released more air out of her nose to ease the burn in her lungs. It only helped a little. Her stomach was rippling, her chest heaving.

She tried again to picture herself in that dress she wanted. But her lungs were really hurting. She checked her watch again.

3:27.

She pushed off the bottom, heading for the cover. She wanted to be right there when it opened. She felt so heavy with empty lungs; it was hard to stay up near the surface.

She risked another glance at her watch. It read 3:39. Gawd; her lungs ached!

She told herself to hold on as the contractions in her stomach got worse. She felt an incredible urge to inhale. Damn; this was hard!

She checked her watch again. It read 3:49. Eleven more seconds and it would all be over… eleven long, agonizing seconds.

She looked up at the men in the black suits. They were still there watching her as they stood along the side of the pool. Hans was emotionless, although the others seemed more appreciative of her efforts. Was it her skill they admired, or was it her body? She suspected it might be the latter, especially with her bikini showing off her sexy assets.

She risked another look at her watch. Five… four… three… Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving constantly as her stomach contracted. She was losing her breath in little bursts now.

At 4:00 she shot up, only to find the cover had not yet opened. Were they pushing her to go longer?? Her chest was really heaving now. The pain in her lungs was unbelievable.

She was getting dizzy and disoriented as she palmed the bottom of the cover with her hands. What if she blacked out down here? Would they get her out in time?

There was no movement on Hans’ part. She began slapping the cover, pushing up against it as more air slipped past her lips… “Open up, damn you!” He just watched impassively as another painful spasm almost doubled her over.

She began beating on the cover with her fists… “LET ME OUT – LET ME OUT!” She had just enough presence of mind to check her watch. It read 4:10. What the hell was taking so damned long??

She saw Hans shake his head at her. Gruber lifted up a hand with all the fingers displayed. Five minutes?? She was supposed to hold her breath five minutes??

Her eyes flew open in horror. There was no way she could stay down that long, was there?? The contractions in her stomach were insistent, her lungs demanding she inhale.

She shook her head and screamed her breath away. She really wanted to breathe. It hurt so bad!

At 4:22 she reflexively took a breath. She got water down her windpipe, causing it to close off completely. Now she could neither inhale nor exhale.

She coughed a burst of bubbles as she started thrashing about, gulping down water again and again. Her eyes widened in horror as she flailed for the cover. But now she was swallowing water as she began sinking downward toward the bottom.

She waved her arms at the surface as she tried to cry out. But she could no longer get any sound past her vocal cords. Then her windpipe opened back up.

Brenda began inhaling water, her chest convulsing painfully as she hitched and convulsed. She coughed up fewer and fewer bubbles as her lungs flooded. Then she slowly settled upon the floor of the pool on her back, looking up with a horrified expression.

She couldn’t see them anymore. What the hell happened?? She had pretty decent eyesight underwater. What was going on??

The pain lessened as consciousness started to fade. The last thing she thought was that Georgie would pay extra if she could reach four minutes. Then her senses collapsed all around her as her consciousness faded away into oblivion.

Hans looked down impassively, watching as stray bubbles slipped out of her opened mouth. He saw her arms twitch a little, saw one leg jerk as though a stray nerve ending had just fired. Then Gruber told him, “4:22, boss. She started to drown at 4:22.”

“She’s still down there, gentlemen,” he replied quietly, nodding at the body in the water. “You can see she managed to stay underwater for five full minutes. I’d say she’s successfully paid off her gambling debt.” Then he turned and walked away as though that was the end of the matter. The cover was left in place as he and his men left the back yard, leaving Brenda sprawled lifelessly at the bottom of her son’s pool.

© 2018 (written for Georgie and Brenda Jan 29 ’18 by riwa)

Posted in Drowning Stories | Tagged | Leave a comment

The hanging of Dorothy Brown 3.7 (6)

Posted on March 24, 2018 by riwa

THE HANGING OF DOROTHY BROWN

“One minute, gentlemen,” an authoritative voice called out. “We need to take her out to the gallows.”

“Almost done, guv’ner,” the head guard responded. “Just filling up the bird’s holes is all. Almost done filling her bum.” Then he turned to his mates.

“Hurry up now, lads! Let’s finish up!”

Dorothy Brown shuddered from a shameful arousal as the trio abused her while rushing to conclude their business. The head guard on top roared his release. But there was already so much cum in her arse that she could not feel it. The one underneath squeezed her tits hard with an orgasmic cry until she was sure she felt him cum inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.

The worst was the one lifting her head up by her blonde locks while brutally fucking her face. His penis was rough and smelly, and it was disturbingly huge. It choked her as he slammed it down her throat until she could feel his seed flowing into her stomach from his eruption.

He abruptly pulled out, although his member was still spurting. She got a glob of goo splattered onto her face, adding to all the previous near-misses of her mouth. It was so humiliatingly erotic that she orgasmed hard, shamefully squeezing pleasure into the two cocks thrusting into her other end.

“‘ello?” the guard in her bum cried out in astonishment. “I think she just came, guv’ner!”

He shook his head as he sighed in exasperation. “Well get her on her feet and secure her arms, lads! We’ve got to execute her proper now. You’ve had your fun. The prisoners will get her next after she’s been duly hanged.” He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry.

Dorothy shivered with dread as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She took a look at herself and saw cum splattered on her chest and tits, her face and hair having born the worst of it. Then her arms were viciously jerked behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.

“I’m going naked? Can’t I towel off? Don’t make me go to my death looking like THIS??”

“What’s it gonna matter, luv?” the guard who’d plowed her pussy cackled. “You’re only going to get messy all over again anyway… right, guv’ner?” Dorothy looked in horror at the warden. But he just smiled at her.

“The prisoners don’t get to have much fun out here in the outer territories,” he said to her in explanation. “Therefore we give them what pleasures they can get when they can get them.” She shuddered in horror, realizing they were going to abuse her body after she was dead.

Her arms were crossed painfully behind her back, overlapping wrists to elbows as they were strapped together. It made her breasts thrust out, making her wish she could somehow cover them. But there were no such chivalrous pleasantries. She found it utterly amazing that men in the employ of the crown could be so sadistically cruel… even out here.

One of the guards picked up the rest of the straps that had been discarded in a corner of her cell. Then she was led through the door and out into the hall. Cum dripped off her face and body, leaking out of her well-fucked holes.

She was verbally abused as she was escorted down the corridor. The lewd comments of her fellow inmates still indoors rained down on her… “Gave you the full treatment; did they, luv?”  “Neck’s goin’ to snap right quick on that bird…” “It’s a long way down, luv… it feels like you’re falling forever until the rope jerks your neck proper…”   “Mighty hot day for a hangin’ today; ain’t it, luv?”  “Yer gonna jerk like a fish on a line fer sure, I’ll wager…”

Dorothy tried to let the comments roll off her back like water off a duck. But with each remark thrown her way she felt like her knees were going to buckle on her. She could not believe this was happening to her.

She stepped through the final door into the blast of the heat of the morning sun. A well-worn dirt path led through the courtyard to the imposing wooden gallows standing before her. It looked old and well used.

She swallowed hard as she started to tremble. A large number of guards and inmates stood in front of the gallows. It looked like she was going to have quite the audience.

Every eye was upon her naked, cum-streaked body. Dorothy shuddered in abject humiliation. But what really disturbed her was the shameful arousal she was now experiencing.

“Just a few more steps; eh, guv’ner?” the head guard chuckled. “Then we’ll get to drop this bird proper.” When she hesitated, he nudged her forward, urging her toward the wooden structure.

Dorothy gasped as though struggling to breathe in the heat of the sun. Her eyes opened wider as she drew nearer to the gallows. Bloody hell; they were really going to hang her!

The enormity of what was about to happen to her finally set in as she reached the base of the wooden steps. She balked as she looked up, her heart pounding in her chest. “Up you go, lass,” the head guard admonished, pulling on her elbow. “No need to worry about splinters; it’s been smoothed out well enough from heavy use. Besides… splinters are the least of your worries now.”

That much was true: splinters were the least of her worries. Looking down she could tell how well worn each step had become. How many had made this march before her? How many had climbed these steps to face the end of their life at the end of a rope??

The head guard pulled her up onto the first step. She sagged as her knees nearly gave out. “Don’t worry, luv; I’ll take good care of you.”

He pulled her upright, half dragging her up the steps. “I haven’t lost a prisoner going up these steps yet, lass.” He was certainly taking all of this in good order.

With each step she hesitated even more, forcing him to pull harder on her arm. The warden followed them up from behind. The other two guards waited stiffly at the bottom of the steps, their presence no longer required.

Dorothy found herself climbing mostly with her head down in an effort to maintain her balance. As a result she found herself mentally counting each step she took as though they’d become precious to her… “eight… n-nine… t-ten…” Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

She wondered if anyone had died prematurely from a heart attack or stroke or something like that. It probably would have been a pity, especially for those eager to see a hangin’. She suspected she was not going to have that kind of luck to escape this.

Her silent count of the steps reached thirteen before the platform leveled off. Her head came up as she was turned toward the center of the gallows. Almost immediately her eyes centered on the hemp noose dangling there waiting for her.

She gasped, taking it in as she was walked over to it. It had a single coil that was standard practice for the British Commonwealth and its many colonies, especially here in the outer territories. Now this one was meant for her.

Dorothy almost fainted at the knowledge it was soon to caress her neck. The head guard had to grab her and hold her upright for a moment. She whimpered as she panted for breath until some of the dizziness passed.

The warden began formally reading the charges against her. But she heard not a word. She was too busy staring down in horror at all the eyes that were looking up at her.

She felt the head guard strap her legs together above her knees. Another one went around her upper thighs, causing her to gasp again. A final one was secured around her ankles as she stood centered upon the trap. She shuddered from a near orgasm, struggling to catch her breath again.

The head guard took the noose in front of her and brought it around her neck. The rough hemp scratched her skin, sending horrific shivers rippling through her body. He set it near the left side of her jaw so that her head would lift up and back when she fell, breaking her neck instantly.

She was terrified, especially when she found it becoming harder to control her bladder. The guard quietly stepped behind her, leaving her standing there as the center of attention. How much longer did she have before it was over? …moments maybe?

She looked out at the assembled throng as she continued to tremble. Every eye appeared to be lusting after her. There were many smiles as well as several eager faces.

The voice of the warden broke through her fog of terror. “Dorothy Brown: do you understand the charges that have been brought against you?” She blinked, unable to move her lips.

What did it matter? They were trumped up anyway. She numbly nodded her head as she looked forward, not knowing what else to say or do.

“You will now explain the procedure to the prisoner,” the warden instructed the guard.

“With pleasure, guv’ner,” he smiled at a trembling Dorothy. “You see, luv, we’ve already weighed you nice and proper yesterday. And at 59 kilograms you’re going to be falling nearly three meters. That should be enough to snap that lovely neck of yours good and proper.” Her chest rose and fell, her nipples painfully erect as he continued…

“I’ll pull the lever right over here, luv, and it’ll release the trap straight away. You’ll hear the sound of me pulling the lever an then the sound of the trap opening beneath your feet. Then you’ll fall right through, you will… that is, until you reach the end of your rope.” He paused with a smile as though enjoying her fear… savoring it perhaps?

“When you hit the end of the rope you’ll probably bounce a time or two. But it should snap your neck right quick on the very first bounce… just like THAT!” and he snapped his fingers. “Afterwards you won’t feel a thing, luv. We’ll just get to enjoy watching as your body jerks, twitches and spasms for about a minute or so.”

Dorothy’s eyes flew open wide in horror at his description of what was going to happen to her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized it was almost time. All those eyes down below were solely upon her, waiting for her to fall to her death.

She was painfully aware of the cum all over her, cum that was plainly visible to her audience. She was profoundly ashamed not to have been granted time to clean up. What made it worse was the knowledge she would soon be dead… and that she would become a greater mess at the end of the rope once all those animals down there had their way with her corpse.

“You’ll hang all nice and proper for an hour,” the guard concluded, “but that don’t mean the inmates won’t have their fun with you while you’re still in the rope. Then you’ll be taken down for everyone to enjoy. I expect your body will probably be used be nearly everyone here, luv.”

He smiled cruelly as he continued. “Afterwards, us guards will take you outside the prison to a lonely plot of ground. A grave has already been dug and we’ll throw you right in. All of us will enjoy one last jerk-off on your body, luv. Then we’ll cover you up with dirt and leave the grave unmarked where you’ll spend all eternity thinking about what you’ve done. Ain’t that right, guv’ner?”

“Quite correct,” she heard the warden’s voice observe. “Now Dorothy Brown…” he asked solemnly. “Do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”

Dorothy’s eyes were wide as her lungs heaved in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples protruding so hard that they hurt. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath.

She tried to move her lips and discovered she couldn’t as she trembled like mad. She finally shook her head, unable to form any coherent words. Down below the faces of the guards and inmates all looked up at her with sadistic glee.

“DROP HER!” a voice cried out from down below. “HANG THE BIRD ALREADY! I’M HUNGRY AND IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!”

Dorothy’s eyes got even bigger as she started panting like crazy. Her mind screamed, “WHAT? DON’T I GET A HOOD OR SOMETHING??” Then she felt herself start to go all weak in the knees. She didn’t want to watch this… didn’t want to see herself fall.

“Executioner?” she heard the warden’s voice behind her. “Do your duty!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she promptly wet herself. She was sure she heard a creak in the wood as though someone had moved. The guard must have stepped over to the lever; surely he was going to pull it any moment now!

For a moment her senses were quite clear. She could feel the heat of the noonday sun beating down on her cum-streaked body, could smell the galley cooking the noon-day meal. In her mouth she tasted the salty tang from the mixture of the many cums she’d been forced to swallow from the guards. Then she heard the sound of the lever being pulled.

Dorothy Brown climaxed hard as the trap fell away underneath her feet with a clunk. She was dimly aware that someone was screaming – that SHE was screaming. She was weightless, falling as though she was never going to sto –

She bounced as she hit the end of the rope, silencing her cry. There was a loud CRICK, an incredibly sharp pain in her neck. Then there was nothing.

Dorothy Brown never heard the cheer that went up from the assembly…

The guards and inmates released their enthusiasm with a lustful cry as Dorothy Brown’s naked body jerked at the end of the rope. Her feet fluttered together like some fish hanging from the end of a line. Her motions from the fall began to settle as she swung and twisted, her eyes wide yet vacant.

“LOOK AT THE BIRD KICK!” someone hollered.

“THEY ALWAYS DO THAT!” another one called out. “SHE’LL KICK FOR ANOTHER MINUTE OR SO ‘TIL HER BRAIN TELLS HER TO STOP!”

Sure enough… after about a minute or so her body stopped jerking and twitching. She softly swayed back and forth, her neck elongated and her eyes glazed over. A stream of urine flowed down her bound legs, telling one and all that her bladder had finally relaxed. The cruel flushing her bum had received the day before made sure nothing came out of her arse other than the leaking seed of the many guards who’d abused her while using that hole.

The inmates were turned loose to swarm forward to have a closer look. Only her legs were within reach. The head guard still up on the gallows platform had to lower her enough so they could get their grubby paws on her.

She dangled a foot off the ground as they groped and fondled her still warm body. Some grabbed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. Others shoved fingers up her bum and pussy, noticing she was quite wet. Comments were raised as to whether she might have had a cum as she fell through the trap.

Cocks were pulled out as some inmates started stroking. Dorothy became the recipient of more cum as it splattered her legs and torso. This went on until her body was finally brought down an hour later.

Almost immediately the inmates became animals as they swarmed around her, untying her straps and fucking her many holes. She ended up face down, several inmates holding her up enough for her lifeless mouth to take one cock after another as she was fucked up her pussy and arse. Even as some headed in for lunch, a great many stayed outside to enjoy themselves before going in to eat.

More cum splattered until she was finally turned over so they could coat her face, tits and pussy. By the evening meal the inmates were all herded inside, leaving a guard detail to take care of her. That’s when four of them lifted her up onto a canvas stretcher.

She was walked outside the prison walls to a grave that had been cut out of the ground. Her cum-soaked body was dropped unceremoniously into the earth. Then the guards whipped out their cocks and gave her a “going-away salute”, their seed splattering her nudity one last time.

Dirt was shoveled onto her, landing on her chest and in her face and hair until she was totally covered. Then the guards gathered up the burial tools and went back inside the prison. There was no marker left to identify her final resting place…

© 2009; 2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 26 ‘09; ed. Jan 3 ’18 by riwa)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories, Dorothy and her friends | Tagged , | Leave a comment