The Contest 3.2 (5)

Posted on December 31, 2017 by riwa

1

My chest feels near to bursting but I must not give in. I must outlast Afya or I will not hear the end of it. So I swallow my mouthful of air and increase my resolve despite my agony.

My vision is imperfect but I can just see Afya under the water across from me. Yasmeen pushes upon her shoulders to help keep her down, just as Haifa pushes upon mine. But I know she is determined to defeat me and I must be strong if I am to triumph.

The other maidens in the harem cheer us on as they wager on the contest. I detect more voices in support of Afya but I am not surprised. It just causes my beloved Haifa to cheer me on all the louder… “Stay strong, Jamilah; you can do it! She is tiring!”

“She is NOT!” Yasmeen responds angrily. “She will outlast Jamilah; you will see! You will ALL see!”

My chest heaves and I feel a growing dizziness inside me. Bubbles escape my lips and nose; I cannot help it. My stomach heaves as though something inside wants out. I cannot last much longer.

I see a sudden burst of bubbles where Afya kneels. We are near the edge of the harem pool facing each other, thankfully not in deeper water. But the shallows are more than sufficient for our contest, a contest that is about to come to an end one way or another.

I lose another burst of bubbles and I feel a fire in my chest. I cannot continue much longer; I will need to rise out of the water in mere moments. I am defeated and a heaviness settles upon me.

Just once I wish I could defeat Afya at a contest and silence her many derisions upon me. Just once I wish to be something worthy in her eyes. In desperation I shoot up a silent prayer.

…and just like that I witness a great burst of bubbles. Afya flails her arms in desperation to push her closest ally off. Yasmeen cries out, “Afya; NO!” but it is too late. Afya bursts up out of the pool and I hear her loud gasps.

Allah be praised.

“Jamilah, you have WON!” Haifa declares proudly and she releases me. But a great dizziness engulfs me. I am suddenly too weakened to rise up. Haifa grasps my arms and pulls me up until my head is out of the water and I am coughing greatly.

I hear murmurs of surprise from the gathered harem; my victory is unexpected. “Pay your wager!” Haifa declares to a sullen Yasmeen. She reluctantly parts with a treasured ornament, slapping it angrily into Haifa’s palm. Then Haifa turns to me, all smiles.

“Jamilah, I KNEW you could do it!” she declares proudly. I am still shaking water out of my eyes, still coughing so that I may recover. Then I peer over at Afya.

I am surprised to see newfound respect in her eyes…

2

With the victory comes a change in Afya’s treatment of me. She has special favor with the King and receives many gifts from him, one of which she gives to me as a sign of her great respect. She includes me in her inner circle and even seeks my wisdom from time to time, something she has never done before.

More importantly to me, she treats my beloved Haifa with more respect. Haifa has always been wary of the shadowy Afya. In private she tells me that she still does not totally trust the King’s favorite. But I see Haifa is slowly warming up to her.

Soon Afya begins speaking to me about a man outside the palace named Ghazi. She tells me she is in love with him and tries to see him as often as she can. She tells me her heart is torn because her life in the palace forbids such things and she seeks my wisdom on the matter. I feel it is a great honor that she seeks my counsel.

Once I actually accompanied her outside the palace walls so that she could see her Ghazi. I witnessed them together and they seemed to have a great fondness for each other. He is a young man, a strong-looking man, and he was quite eager to see her.

I become her closest companion; it happens so quickly. We bathe and play in the harem pool together and we share many things. It is a good life, one I could not possibly have imagined before the contest in the pool.

It is so subtle that I do not see it. I am so thrilled to be close to Afya that I fail to notice she is slowly weaning me away from my beloved Haifa. A certain sadness develops in Haifa’s eyes, a sadness I am too blind to detect. I am so close to Afya now that all I see in Haifa’s eyes is the green monster of jealousy. And I fail to see that Afya’s treatment of Haifa has now returned to the days before the contest…

3

One evening Afya comes to me alone. She is greatly distressed, for the King has detected a plot against the throne. He has issued a decree that there be no more journeys outside the palace walls for the harem and the guards.

“Jamilah, whatever shall I do?” she tells me, appearing as though her heart will break. “I cannot set foot outside the palace until the King rescinds his decree. I must see Ghazi!”

“There is nothing to be done but to obey the King’s command,” I tell her, sighing heavily. But she shakes her head, telling me there is another way.

“The tunnel to the harem pool goes outside the palace,” she whispers in hushed tones. “When they fill the pool it flows in from the river. And when they drain the pool it flows back. We can take the tunnel.”

“Afya, that is madness!” I declare in horror. “The tunnels are too long to make that distance under the water! And we must not go outside the palace walls!”

“But I must see Ghazi!” she insists. “Surely he is worried about me!” Then she looks at me with great determination.

“I will swim the tunnel, Jamilah. And I want you to swim with me. Your victory in the contest means you can be under longer than I. You can help me make it to the river; I know you can. And Ghazi will be waiting for me.”

My heart leaps in my chest in alarm; what she is proposing is sheer folly! “Afya!” I tell her anxiously. “If we are caught we will be executed!”

“We will not be caught!” she replies, sounding exceedingly desperate. “All I require is that you see me through to the outside. Please, Jamilah, I have learned to trust you in many things. Please allow me to trust you now in this matter.”

There is a flicker of something in my ear… like a feather in the wind. It is the faint voice of Haifa, quietly whispering to me of a time so long ago when she was not sure how much she could trust Afya. Even now she still harbors her doubts. But my closeness to Afya is something I cannot risk breaking.

Once I agree to the tunnel swim, Haifa’s warning in my ear goes away like fleeing clouds after a great storm. But I am still unsettled…

4

There is no one around when we enter the room and creep toward the harem pool. It is dark save for two torches and we are clothed with only a thin tunic so as not to hinder our journey. All of this adds to my unsettled state and my heart beats loudly.

“Are you sure of this?” I ask Afya. “If the journey is too long we will not survive in the tunnel.”

“There is a break in the tunnel for the servants to gather water inside the palace,” she tells me. Then she smiles confidently in the faint glow of the two torches.

“We can make it, Jamilah!” she declares. “Remember how you bested me in the pool? Together we shall breach the palace wall.” Then she grabs my shoulders, pulls me to her and hugs me. How can I refuse with such an intimate gesture on her part?

We quietly enter the pool, making our way toward the tunnel entrance. I do not know how much of the tunnel is underwater, nor do I know where that break in the tunnel lies. I can only hope Afya knows what she speaks of. With our recent change in relationship, I am fully committed to her.

“It is so dark,” I whisper quietly.

“That is good,” she replies in a soft voice. “We must not be seen. Come, Jamilah; we must go now.” Then she pushes me forward as though I must go first.

I gasp, swelling my chest as much as I am able. Then under I go for the tunnel entrance in the pool. I have seen it many times before and have even gone under and through for a very short distance just to see what is there. But this swim will be so much more.

I use my arms and kick with my legs, all the while questioning what I am doing. The tunnel is dark as night and I use my arms to feel my way forward. Sometimes I feel a hand on my foot and I know it is Afya close behind. I am afraid, but I must make sure neither of us dies in here.

The tunnel goes on and on and there seems to be no change of darkness. Soon my chest begins to heave as bubbles leak out of my mouth, and I spur myself onward. I know we cannot remain under the water’s surface much longer.

I hear Afya grunt, a troubling sound that matches my own grunts. I feel my way forward, pushing off the sides of the tunnel from time to time. We must be near that break in the tunnel ahead or we will surely be found here come morning.

I peer forward, the water interfering with my vision. But I think I see something up ahead. Is it getting lighter?

Hope springs within me and I kick as hard as I can, using my arms to move forward. My chest strains and I feel a growing fire inside as more bubbles slip out of my mouth. If we do not reach that break in the tunnel soon…

I cannot stay down much longer and I become greatly afraid. I swim even harder until I see a glow before me. I swim for it until I am forced to go up, tunnel or no.

My head comes out of the water and I gasp loudly. We are in the break in the tunnel and a single torch shines down upon me. Then I turn for Afya only to hear her come up beside me, her gasps matching my own.

It was a long swim, and we struggle to calm ourselves and remain quiet. But soon we have recovered and are no longer gasping in agony. “I told you we could do it, Jamilah,” she whispers confidently. “Just a little more and we will be outside the palace.”

“Madness,” I mutter under my breath. Haifa’s warning voice returns to my ear, louder and more insistent. But I brush it aside like brushing away flies buzzing around my face. I am too committed to Afya to stop now.

“Quickly!” she hisses into my ear. “We must go NOW!” I nod in the near darkness, wishing we could take the torch along to light our way. Then I gasp as I go under toward the rest of the tunnel that awaits our passage.

It is a long swim – a hard swim – a swim made much more difficult at night. I am pushed by my desire not to be found in the tunnel at sunrise. That would be a great humiliation, a betrayal to the King and a failure to keep Afya safe.

The tunnel is dark, seemingly never-ending. I feel my chest begin to hurt again and the fear grows within me as more bubbles escape my mouth. Like the contest, my stomach soon feels as though something inside wishes to burst forth. It feels like flames are burning within my chest and I fear we will never make it. Then I see a glow ahead.

Is it another torch? I do not know. All I know is that I must get out of this water… that WE must get out of this water.

I push hard, sometimes feeling Afya’s hand brush against my feet. I hope I have not kicked her as I force myself forward, telling myself we will be outside the wall if only I will push myself on a bit more. Then the glow gets stronger and I sense the opening to the tunnel is near.

I grunt in growing alarm; Afya’s grunts behind me fail to comfort me. Then with one last, hard kick I see a surface above me. I go up and am greatly relieved to be able to stick my head up and gasp aloud. Afya comes up right next to me and her gasps unite with mine.

We look around and I discover we can see by the light of the moon, the light I saw while swimming forward. We are beyond the palace walls. But toward the river I see a man waiting and I stiffen in alarm. Thankfully it is only Ghazi and he rushes toward us.

He pulls Afya out of the water channel and holds her tight. She wraps her arms around him and they rejoice that she is unharmed. Then she comes over to me and I see a serious look in her face. It is as though her behavior toward me has changed.

“Go back now, Jamilah. You got me here and for that I am grateful. You will be rewarded. Now go! Go back and go to sleep. I will be well.”

I look at her in confusion, surprised to be dismissed from her presence so casually. Something does not feel right, but I cannot put my finger on it. “Will you be ok?” I ask, still feeling responsible for her safety.

“I will see to her care,” Ghazi tells me. “You should go back now. We are in your debt.”

“Yes, go,” Afya tells me. “You should not be here should someone see us together. Do not worry; I will be well.”

“As you wish,” I reply uncertainly. Then I start gasping for breath to prepare myself for the return trip. I have no idea why I suddenly sense it is much safer within the palace walls. But I fervently wish to return there as soon as possible and I gasp one last time before I go under…

5

I arrive back at the harem pool exhausted. The room is empty and I quickly dry myself off. Then I slip into the room with the other sleeping maidens.

I try to sleep but it does me no good; my mind is troubled. I see Afya has not returned; where could she be? I toss and turn, sensing something is not right. I finally drift off to sleep, dreaming of the agony of being in the tunnel for so long.

Sometime during the early morning I am awakened by a disturbance within the palace walls. I hear faint voices… and is that the clash of sword upon sword? It is the sound of battle and it awakens us all, causing everyone to sit up and take notice with anxious murmurings.

I look around, only to see that Afya has still not returned. In the faint light of the sunrise I see Haifa’s anxious expression. She is worried; we all are.

The sounds die off and we look around at each other in curiosity. The commotion has ended; what do we do now? There is no one who summons us so one by one we lie back down and drift off to sleep…

6

It is a troubling dream…

I am below the surface of the water in the harem pool, straining with all my might. I sense I am being held down; is this another contest? Then I realize it is no contest at all, not with the other maidens pushing me down and refusing to allow me back up.

I am almost about to give up and succumb when the Queen’s guards burst in, ordering us all to awaken. I am grateful for my horrible dream to be interrupted. But the King has summoned us to the courtyard at once and I am alarmed. What could this possibly be?

We dress quickly in our tunics and head down the passage to the courtyard. Afya is still not with us and I worry about her now more than ever. Haifa gives me an anxious look, one that mirrors my own.

We assemble in the courtyard where many of the palace guards have also gathered. There is blood upon the ground; a battle has been waged here not so long ago. And several of the guards who are normally here are now missing; I know not why.

This is often used as a place of judgment, and I see it is to be so this morning. The King and Queen sit upon their chairs, both appearing somewhat shaken. Several guards bear wounds and bandages. Something has happened, although we dare not speak aloud to ask questions.

The King looks at us and he no longer appears to be shaken. Fury has filled his features. For some reason I am frightened now more than ever.

“There was an attempt upon our lives this morning!” he declares, rousing horrified gasps from among us maidens. “The Queen was nearly killed and I suffered a glancing blow. Several palace guards died to protect us. But the rebellion has been defeated. Now the leaders shall suffer punishment.”

He turns to one of the guards standing near a doorway. “Bring them in!” he commands and the guard disappears. When he returns I am horrified to see Afya and Ghazi escorted in with two executioners in black hoods on either side, both brandishing scimitars.

Both are bloodied; it looks as though they have been wounded. There is rage on their faces and a gasp of shock fills the courtyard at this unexpected betrayal. Haifa glances at me in alarm as I feel a sickness rise up from my stomach.

“These two have led a rebellion!” the King proclaims. “They would have succeeded were it not for the providence of Allah! All of their conspirators are dead save for these two! Now they shall suffer punishment for their sins!”

My stomach churns as Afya and Ghazi are forced to kneel facing away from the King and Queen. Their tunics are torn away, leaving them to be executed naked and in shame. Their bodies are bloodied and it makes me wonder if their executions have been hastily arranged before they can die from their wounds.

Even with her breasts exposed, Afya kneels proudly. I await her accusation of my complicity in the plot by swimming her outside the palace walls. But she says nothing; she just looks forward as though accepting her fate.

Both executioners lift their scimitars in preparation. Ghazi’s strikes first and his aim is true. Ghazi’s head flies across the courtyard as blood spurts out of his severed neck to add to the crimson stains upon the floor. He slowly slumps over, no more to be able to start a rebellion.

There is only a pause before Afya’s executioner swings his scimitar as well. She has just enough time to see the head of her Ghazi fly before it passes right through her neck, causing her head to fly forward as well and to roll upon the courtyard floor. Her body shakes before it too topples over onto its side.

“Post the heads!” the King declares and I understand immediately what he means. Both heads will be impaled on pikes and posted outside the palace for all the citizens of the city to see. Then he tells the guards to take the bodies beyond the city gate and leave them for the birds to feast upon.

Haifa looks at me aghast and I read her fearful gaze. My stomach churns and I feel deathly pale. But there are no more executions and the King dismisses us for the day.

I cannot help but sense I am now living moment by moment… as though each one might be my last…

7

I tell no one of my swim in the tunnels with Afya, not even to Haifa. But for the rest of the day I feel a heavy weight upon me. It is as though Allah has looked down upon me with disfavor.

Every time a guard approaches I steel myself for the worst. But each time his duties take him away from me. My nerves are frayed and I am always on edge.

Later in the day Haifa takes me aside and asks me about Afya. I tell her I know nothing, that I was aware of nothing. But it all makes sense to me now. She needed someone to make the swim with her to be reunited with her fellow conspirator. I feel like a marked woman.

The Queen makes an unexpected appearance in our quarters at sundown. Two of her guards flank her and I feel that churning in the pit of my stomach again. Then she walks right up to me.

She stares at me, not speaking so much as a word. Then her face contorts in a rage as her hand flies. I receive a stinging slap to the face, a loud slap.

The girls around me gasp in shock and horror. But I fully understand its purpose and with a broken heart I accept it in silence. With a nod her guards then step on either side of me and escort me away.

I’m actually relieved the waiting is finally over…

8

The only light in the cavern is what comes from the torch on the wall outside my cell. I’m given no food or water, just the tunic upon my back. It’s cold and I’m all alone.

I tell myself there is no one else to blame for my misfortune. Haifa had it right all along; Afya was not to be trusted. But I allowed her to draw me in and now I shall pay for submitting to her rebellious whims with my life.

My biggest regret is that I’m going to miss Haifa. Already I’m missing her warmth and comfort, especially the way she consoles me when I am sad. But I willingly gave up that warmth and special attention when I threw my lot in with Afya. It was a poor decision… and a costly one.

There is a clank at the cell door and I peer intently. But it is so dark I cannot see anyone. Then I hear a familiar voice…

“Jamilah?”

“Haifa? Is that you?”

“I am here, Jamilah. Speak out in the darkness and I shall draw near to you.”

Tears fill my eyes, tears of sadness and regret. Then a new fear fills me, a terror that grips my soul…

“No, Haifa! You must not be here! I do not wish you to suffer for my sins!”

“Hush, my beloved.” Then she is right here with me, her hands caressing me.

“No,” I sob. “You mustn’t. The guard…”

“…has done me a favor, Jamilah,” she whispers tenderly. Then her lips find mine. My tears flow like rain as I succumb, allowing her to embrace me.

She slowly removes my tunic, lifting it above my head. Then her lips are all over my body, all over my heaving breasts. She comforts me as only she can.

After a time of caresses and tenderness she pauses, allowing me to catch my breath. I feel so much better now. But the news she brings is just as I suspected.

“Yasmeen told the Queen about your swim,” she says quietly. “She says she witnessed it but I do not believe her. I suspect Afya told her the plans she had set in motion in case something were to go wrong. I suppose it is my payment for taking that ornament from her during our wager at your contest.”

“You are in grave peril visiting me this way,” I whisper. “Haifa, you must go now!” But she shushes me, kissing me tenderly before speaking once more…

“She dare not risk speaking out against me for fear I will retaliate, Jamilah. And I would, you know. I will say she was in on the plot to kill the King and Queen the whole time if she dares go against me.” I smile at Haifa’s cleverness.

“Jamilah, the Queen is angry,” Haifa quietly explains. “Yasmeen’s words have condemned you; I dare not speak out. Everyone knows of your relationship with Afya.”

“And I would not want you to speak out,” I tell her firmly. I pause as I consider the matter before the truth dawns upon me…

“I curse myself for having entered into that contest. It was her plan all along. You are far wiser than I, Haifa; I should have seen it.”

“She was a crafty one,” Haifa agrees. “But she will do no more harm. Her body is food to the birds and the vultures now.”

She pauses and I sense she has something difficult to tell me. Then she sighs heavily. “Jamilah, I fear it will be bad for you.”

“It is my responsibility and I will bear it,” I tell her firmly. “I do not wish for you to come to any harm over this matter.”

“Do not worry, my beloved; I won’t.” Then she kisses me again. Tears of love and sadness fill my eyes as she begins to comfort me all over again…

9

Haifa leaves before the Queen’s guards come for me at dawn. I’m taken to the harem room and made to undress in front of one and all. I glance over at Haifa and am relieved to see she is not showing any emotion that would give her away.

The Queen is there and she points out four maidens, Haifa and Yasmeen among them. They are instructed to take me into the pool. I gasp anxiously as my worst fears come to light.

My punishment is to fit my sins.

“This is how we deal with traitors in the palace!” she declares. Then she points… “Submerge her!” I gasp just in time before Haifa, Yasmeen and the others push me down into the water. It is to be my final bath, but at least Haifa will be safe.

I am pushed under for the last time, reminding me of the contest with Afya. I should willingly release the bubbles but I cannot fight what is natural to my body. So I try to remain calm and accept what must be. It is only right.

Time passes and my chest begins to strain. It is a struggle but I still cannot make myself open my mouth to succumb. My only hope is that my suffering and death will satisfy the Queen’s anger.

It gets harder and harder and I feel the strain. My stomach reacts once more; it fights and churns and bulges like something wants out. Bubbles escape my mouth and a fire settles in my chest as I start to get dizzy. The end is near.

I try to force myself to go for as long as possible; my body will not permit me otherwise. But in the end I cannot hold out. And I cannot control myself.

I am ashamed when my body suddenly bursts forth with a violent struggle. The four maidens are forced to hold me down with strong hands and I fight even harder. Then more bubbles burst out of my mouth and nose as I swallow water.

The agony is far worse than I could ever have imagined. I find myself envying Afya who was beheaded quickly. But somewhere a voice inside me says this is my penance to Allah for my part in the treachery to the King and Queen.

I fight and struggle as a new agony fills my chest. I wish to see Haifa’s face one last time. But the water is churned up too much. Then my head feels like it swells until something terrible and violent happens inside my mind and I am no more…

EPILOGUE

The water is drained out of the harem pool. Jamilah’s body flows with it into the river where it is never seen again. Haifa successfully hides her emotions until after the Queen and her guards have departed. Then she goes off alone and weeps bitterly.

Months later there is a second attempt on the lives of the King and Queen. Haifa in a last act of bravery throws herself between several attackers and the Queen, taking two arrows full in the chest. She actually smiles as she slumps mortally wounded, knowing she will soon rejoin her beloved Jamilah in death. The Queen is granted just enough time to appreciate the noble sacrifice of one of her harem girls before she is cut down by a flashing sword.

A new King and Queen are installed… and a new age of palace intrigue begins all over again…

(written for Hitomi May 20 ’14 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene from the movie The Devil of the Desert against the Sons of Hercules.)

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A noble hillside 3.7 (3)

Posted on December 31, 2017 by riwa

(1)

We were bathing in the river with Queen Asparia when the raiders came. The few guards who were assigned as our protectors stood no chance. They were destroyed to the last man with sword and pike and lance until their noble and valiant blood stained the ground.

I was rounded up along with the queen and her other handmaidens. We remained silent and did not give identity to the presence of our queen for which her eyes showed gratitude. Thankfully the raiders did not recognize when royalty was among them. We were all taken away with nothing more than the chitons on our backs.

It was a long journey to a faraway land. I despaired that I would ever set eyes upon my Hellas again, my homeland. But Queen Asparia carried herself strongly and we in turn vowed to return that strength to her in time of need.

I feared the worst when we came upon a band of Babylonian soldiers. They needed slaves in that great city and we soon discovered the purpose of the raid upon our land. It was the way of the raiders to make coin for themselves by pillaging the countryside and gathering the inhabitants to bring to Babylon.

We were turned over to the soldiers but amazingly we were not abused. We were wanted as nothing more than slaves for the city. The raiders never spoke to the Babylonians of where we were captured and Asparia’s secret remained safe. As her handmaidens we vowed that it would remain so until such time as brave warriors might be sent to rescue us, a faint hope at best.

We soon settled in to our hard labor in the city of Babylon. The days were long, the work hard. But Queen Asparia never once complained and she became our pillar. And we kept her secret.

It would prove to be an impossible secret to keep…

(2)

The King of Assyria came to call upon the King of Babylon. He offered up untold riches in exchange for all the slaves of Babylon. The king suspected ulterior motives and therefore had his wife ply him with strong drink to get him to divulge the reason for such a request.

In a drunken stupor with the seductive Taneal he foolishly revealed his true purpose. He had learned of the raid upon Hellas and that the raiders had unknowingly taken the queen of the Hellenes. He wished to locate her and to force her to become his wife and thereby meld Assyria with Hellas into a powerful empire.

The king denied the request and returned the riches, sending the King of Assyria on his way. It became his desire to identify Queen Asparia and take her for himself, putting away his own wife. We knew none of this of course… only that one day the king came down to our slave cavern unannounced.

“I have learned the Queen of the Hellenes is down here!” he told us sternly and we all stiffened involuntarily with alarm. “She will identify herself to me at once.” But Asparia did not speak.

“Freedom to the slave who will identify her to me!” the king proclaimed. “She will be given safe passage back to her country if only she points out the queen to me now!”

I steeled myself for the betrayal to come. But no betrayal was forthcoming. We all remained silent… resolute.

“Very well,” the kind declared, and I could tell his anger had been provoked. “You will tell me in due course. For now you will be excused from your labors for the rest of the day.”

Instantly I sensed this “rest” would not be welcome once we learned of its true nature…

(3)

The king knew of the group of women taken from the country of the Hellenes. It made it easy for him and the palace guards to round us up and march us out of the city. We were taken to a rocky hillside and tied one by one to numerous posts imbedded in the ground.

“Speak now and you can prevent what is to come!” he called aloud. But no one spoke a word. I was proud to be associated with such noble handmaidens.

Asparia was tied to a post not far from my own. I caught her eye and saw the love and great pride reflected there. I was determined that if anyone did betray my queen it most certainly would not be me!

“Very well!” the king announced angrily. “You will stay here with no food or water.” Then he told the captain of the guard, “Make sure none of them die. A slave can only take so much. Soon they will tell me what I want to know!” Then he went back to his palace along with most of the guards, leaving a small detail to take word back to the king should there be loose lips among us.

We were left there in the hot sun to reflect on our decision not to give away the identity of Queen Asparia…

(4)

We stood out there all day upon the rocky hillside. The sun beat down mercilessly upon us and the posts were uncomfortable. But no one complained.

There was the occasional moan and a head would be turned in that direction. But a gallant smile was the only response. We held up courageously all through the day.

The heat of the day gave way to the chill of the night. It was impossible to sleep but for a few moments here and there. There were more moans and sighs of weariness. But there were no words of complaint, nor were there any requests to give in to the demands of the king. And once again there were no betrayals to the ever present guards.

In the middle of the night the palace guard came out with torches. They walked among us, listening intently for some sort of word, some betrayal from a body weakened by hunger, thirst or cold. But none among us gave such a word. In that darkest hour I never felt such kinship as I did among the queen’s handmaidens…

(5)

I sensed danger when the king came out with his palace guard the next morning. Surely by now he must have known we were not going to divulge the identity of our queen! The presence of two men with cruel whips confirmed as much!

They wasted no time randomly picking out a girl! Her name was Dianthe, meaning god-flower. I gasped in alarm as Queen Asparia recoiled in horror.

Dianthe said not a word until they began to beat her with the whip upon her chest and belly. Her screams penetrated my heart and I saw the queen wince in agony. But still Dianthe did not betray her mistress.

Asparia could bear it no longer, could not bear the beating of one of her beloved handmaidens. “I am queen of the Hellenes!” she cried out, and I feared the cruel tactic had worked.

Scant moments later another female voice cried out, “I AM QUEEN OF THE HELLENES!” Then another… and another!! The guards looked around in confusion and dismay and I nearly laughed as I lent my voice along with all the others. We were all proclaiming ourselves to be the queen of the Hellenes!!

Queen Asparia could not bear the thought of them returning to Dianthe’s beating. So she cried out again… “NO – I AM QUEEN OF THE HELLENES!!” Others loudly took up that same cry, I among them… “NO – I AM QUEEN OF THE HELLENES!!”  We were determined not to give her up to these barbarians! Even Dianthe lent her voice to the cry!

I saw Queen Asparia look all around with tears in her eyes. I was never so proud to be called among her handmaidens as I was at that moment. Together we had made that terrible place a noble hillside.

The captain of the guards looked around admiringly. He was a handsome man, and a strong warrior I could tell. “Surely they ALL are worthy to be the queen of the Hellenes,” he acknowledged. But the King of Babylon was furious.

“FETCH THE OIL!” he roared. “I will teach these Hellenes what it is to make a mockery of the king!” Our voices fell silent and I felt a terrible dread…

(6)

Men were quickly dispatched back to the city. We could not help but look at each other, wondering the meaning of this new development. There was alarm in Queen Asparia’s eyes when they locked with mine, and I knew she feared for her handmaidens.

The soldiers returned with a large barrel of oil. Torches were lit as those two with the whips returned to Dianthe. There was a loud gasp among us when her chiton was cruelly ripped from her shoulders, leaving her fully exposed to the elements.

Those horrible men dipped their hands into the oil and proceeded to massage it all over into the skin of poor Dianthe. She moaned and whimpered as they roughly handled her fine breasts with their dirty, oily hands. One of them even fingered her womanhood deeply, making her writhe and moan in total humiliation. Then the king handed over a torch.

There was a pause as though those barbarians were awaiting her final answer. But Dianthe gave none. There was fear in her eyes but she proudly lifted herself up to her full stature. Then the king angrily cried out, “BURN HER!” and a torch stretched out to touch her skin.

Dianthe began to shriek in absolute horror. Then the flames caught the oil on her body and she was totally consumed, becoming as the flame of a giant candle! She began screaming in absolute terror, causing the rest of us to wail in grief and horror.

Queen Asparia was beside herself, unable to stand the loss of one of her handmaidens in this manner. She began to scream, “NO – NO; I AM THE ONE – I AM THE ONE!”

I was sure this would identify her; I was also certain this would doom the rest of us to a similar fate. But scarce had she gotten out the words before others began screaming, “NO – NO; I AM THE ONE! I AM THE QUEEN OF THE HELENES!!”  “NO; IT IS I!!”  “NO – NO; IT IS I!! I AM THE ONE!!” By then Dianthe’s screams had abated and she had slumped against her post, her entire body aflame.

The king motioned and those two moved to another girl at random, one I knew as Eugeneia. She stiffened and shuddered as her chiton was ripped off her body. The others continued the chant of “NO – NO; I AM THE QUEEN OF THE HELENES!” even as they rubbed oil all over her body, making sure to work it into her womanhood.

Queen Asparia let out a wail, causing others to cry out the same. Even now they refused to identify her at the cost of their own lives! The torch touched Eugeneia and she lit up as a large flame on the morning hillside in the midst of horrible, anguished screams.

A third handmaiden was set aflame… and then a forth. The king raised his hand to pause the proceedings as though expecting the identification to be made at any moment. But there was nothing forthcoming save crying and sobbing now.

I saw Queen Asparia look around at her handmaidens, saw the anguish in her eyes. But she nodded proudly at them and refused to cry out after that. The others settled down to whimper and await their turn, for surely that was what the king intended.

He did not disappoint…

One by one we were stripped of our chitons, oiled up and then set on fire. No sooner would the screams of the dying be silenced when new screams of the burning would fill the air. But we no longer chanted that we were the queen of the Hellenes.

It no longer mattered…

The hillside grew warm from the flames of the burning handmaidens. All I could do was pant heavily for breath as the terror grew at awaiting my turn. I could see now we were all doomed to destruction.

It was horrible when Queen Asparia faced her turn. But she stood resolute upon that hillside. I could see she was determined to go out proudly along with each of her handmaidens. The heaviness of living with this upon her conscience would be too much even for her to bear. So she did not give herself away… not even then!

I watched as they molested her naked body with oil, watched as they fingered her womanhood. Then they set her on fire with the torch. Those of us remaining screamed right along with her until we were all screamed out.

One by one I lost my friends: Frona the self controlled… Kalliope the beautifully voiced one… Lois and Lysandra. The hillside grew intensely warm from the flames, although bodies were beginning to burn out and crumple into small piles of embers upon the ground. They all went until I alone was left.

By then the king had departed in a rage. It had become quite clear to him that the only thing he had succeeded in doing was destroying valuable slave labor. Only a handful of the soldiers remained to conclude the day’s work, along with the captain of the guard who had been entrusted to complete the gruesome task.

He finally came to me when I was the last. I was all but devastated, a despairing shell of the woman I was. Seeing all my friends burn, seeing my queen in fiery agony and death, had almost been more than I could bear. He seemed to sense this in me.

“Babylonians,” he breathed in disgust, shaking his head. “What name is that now but one of barbarism and cruelty? What have we become that we must stoop to such evil?” Then he looked at me with a strange kindness.

“What is your name? You need not tell me if that is what you wish.”

“What does it matter now?” I sighed with a heavy heart. “You have destroyed my queen and my friends. I am Talitha.”

“Talitha,” he repeated as though searching his mind for some meaning. “Damsel… maiden…”

“Young lamb,” I added quietly, “…like a lamb unto the slaughter.” It was ironic and I had to smile.

One of the soldiers came to oil me but the captain roughly pushed him aside. “I will do this one myself!” he said angrily. Then he dipped his hand into the oil.

He was not rough like the others. He touched me with a fondness… a certain affection. “You are a noble people,” he said softly, “…perishing on a noble hillside. Truly we are barbarians. Our reign will not last long.” He seemed almost regretful.

He massaged my breasts like a lover and I felt soothed. He was tender with me as he rubbed the oil all over into my body. Then he reached in to oil his fingers.

“Forgive this intrusion,” he said apologetically. But I felt I had found someone worthy of soiling me. If it had to be a Babylonian then I wanted it to be him!

I willingly spread my legs for him. “You may have it,” I said submissively. There was a fondness in his eyes as he began to finger me.

There was something gentle in his touch, the way one is touched by a lover. I sighed and whimpered as I thrust against his fingers. He let out a little smile and nodded as though it was the only small gift he could think of to bestow upon me before carrying out his grisly task.

I glanced at his belt and noticed the dagger that hung there. “Kill me with the blade,” I murmured quietly, hopefully. “Then you may burn me. I wish to join my friends and my queen. All I ask is that you do it quickly.” Then I thrust my breasts outward, offering myself to him.

He looked around as though seeing who might be watching. But I despaired as he hefted the torch. Then he surprised me when his hand reached down for the dagger.

“It will be done, little lamb,” he said softly. Then once more he glanced around to make sure no one was watching closely.

I felt a small joy at his kindness and I became thankful he was the one who had oiled me… the one who had given me a very small pleasure. For now it was enough. Then I thrust out my breasts even more.

He furtively glanced around one last time before quickly plunging the blade into my left breast. It pierced my heart and I sighed with gladness. I was barely aware of the torch touching my body a few moments later – the fire beginning to consume me – before my soul left to be with my noble and exalted queen…

(written for Hitomi Apr 20 ’14 by riwa)

(Inspired by, and vidcaps taken from, Hercules and the Tyrants of Babylon. Vidcaps are used for illustration purposes only.)

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The party crasher 2.2 (5)

Posted on December 30, 2017 by riwa

In 1957 Sofia Loren starred in the movie Boy on a Dolphin. Sophia Loren’s role was originally offered to Gina Lollobrigida, who declined.

Jane Mansfield submitted an audition film to the producers of “Boy on a Dolphin.” Based on her tape, she was sure she would get the part. However, although the director loved the footage, he had to be reminded that it was going to be a family film and not a porno flick. So Sophia was chosen as the star. Jane was extremely displeased at the producer’s choice to play the lead.

Here are three vidcaps from that audition tape.

In April of ’57 Sofia attended a dinner party with Clifton Webb, one of her co-stars in the movie. But her party was crashed by a well-known, up-and-coming blonde bombshell, still angry over losing the roll to an Italian actress. The two actresses subsequently had words. This is a fictionalized account of how that meeting went.

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I’d heard about that blonde bimbo of course. She was having a meteoric rise in Hollywood. No matter where I turned, I saw her pictures splattered everywhere.

Maybe I shouldn’t have taken it so personally. After all, I was working on my own Hollywood career. But she was appearing everywhere to get extra publicity. And now she’d crashed my party with Clifton Webb for our movie Boy on a Dolphin.

Of course I knew about the way she’d crashed Howard Hughes’ press junket for his movie Underwater! back in ’55. She dove into the pool with all those reporters snapping pictures and came back up without her top. Oh, she claimed it was an accident. But those in the know were certain she’d rigged it to fall off for the publicity.

That day was supposed to be for Jane Russell, the star of Hughes picture. But by the time she came out in her one-piece, all the reporters had run out of film after snapping pics of that blonde bimbo. That bitch Mansfield had stolen her spotlight. And now she was here at my dinner party!

I tried to be nice about the whole thing. But the photographers swarmed us the moment she came over to my table. She was happy and bubbly, showing off her boobs which were virtually hanging out. No wonder they kept snapping pictures of her.

Can you believe it? The bitch took a seat between me and Clifton. She was all over him, hoping he didn’t mind her crashing his party and how she was oh-so-grateful just to be in our company. It was really starting to make me sick.

I couldn’t help looking at her boobs. After all, they were right there staring at me. Hell, I thought they were going to spill out onto my plate! I didn’t know what the hell to do!

She started gushing about some of the movies she was in and how nice of a town Hollywood was while giving Clifton an approving eye. Underneath I was steaming. When a few more photographers snapped a couple of pictures of her – and they were taking pics of her, mind you, and not me since I’d become a mere accessory at that damned table – I’d finally had enough.

I whispered into her ear, “Can I talk to you for a minute? I know a producer who might be interested in you.”

“Really?” Oh, that bimbo was happy to think her presence might have given her another opportunity to further her career.

We stood up together and headed toward the back of the establishment. A couple photographers got up to follow us. “Really gentlemen,” I scolded. “Can’t us girls use the ladies room without a flashbulb snapping off in our faces?” They both apologized, and we left them behind.

I steered us past the ladies room and out the back door. There was the faintest hint of a chill in the air out there on the patio by the pool. But I hadn’t brought my wrap because this wasn’t going to take long.

“So who’s this producer you know?” she asked. She looked rather dubiously at me, perhaps wondering why I was being so nice to her.

“It was a ruse to get you out of there,” I told her. “In fact that’s exactly what I want from you right now… to get you out of here. Why don’t you go back to where you came from? This is a private party.”

“A private party? I didn’t know it was a private party!”

“Don’t get cute with me, honey. I know all about the way you crash parties for publicity. And you’re not crashing mine.”

“You got me all wrong, Sofie.”

“It’s Sofia…”

“I just came to be nice and to pay my respects to Clifton, ‘Sofia’.” She spat my corrected name out none too kindly.

“And you’ve got all the photographers snapping pictures of your boobs. Did you know the ‘twins’ are about to come out of there?”

“The ‘twins’ are just fine,” she shot back. “And look who’s talking!” she added as she pointed at my chest. “All you’re trying to do is get yourself some extra publicity!”

“That’s because it’s my movie, you bitch! I don’t need no blonde bimbo cutting into my time with the press.”

“That’s just fine coming from an Italian tramp like you!”

“You bitch!” and I lunged at her.

I grabbed her and pushed her backwards into the pool. We hit the water with a splash and went right under. The water was cool, but I was all heated up in anger.

She came up sputtering… “You Italian BITCH!” Then she pushed me under. I lost a flurry of bubbles as I pushed her away and shot back up to the surface.

“I can’t believe you pushed me into the pool!”

“And I can’t believe you crashed my party, you blonde bitch!” And with that we grappled with each other.

I twisted her under the water, having developed some breath-holding skills from my work on my recent movie. Seeing her bubble was extremely satisfying. Then she kneed me in the groin, getting me to lose my grip as she shot back up to the surface.

“You Italian tramp! You’re going to pay for that!” Then she charged me, pushing me under and forcing me downward.

I twisted out of her grip, and we wrestled for a bit, spinning around and around and spewing bubbles. By then the ‘twins’ had come out as her dress simply wasn’t much of a swimsuit. Seeing them staring at me like that only enraged me more.

She pushed me away and shot up to the surface again. I headed up after her, wrapping my arms around her legs and pulling her under. I heard a satisfying gasp for breath before she spewed a lot of bubbles.

Her dress was coming apart at the seams… and I decided to encourage the process. I pulled and tugged until more of it came away. That’s when she struck back, ripping my top down and breaking my little straps to my black outfit.

Her dress became sheer in the water as we fought and bubbled. There wasn’t much light in the water. But I could see just fine… enough to want to drown the party-crashing bimbo.

I had just popped up for a much needed breath when she wrapped her thighs around me and got me in a head-lock. She forced me down until I started bubbling. The crazy bitch was actually trying to drown me!

I screamed my breath away in fury as I struggled to break out of her grasp. I worked myself loose and popped up for breath, panting like crazy. I was dimly aware of a couple flashbulbs going off before I wrapped her up in my arms and drove her toward the bottom.

We bubbled as we wrestled against each other. I had her boobs pressed up against my chest. It disgusted me… and yet I’ll admit this only to you that I did feel a little aroused.

She twisted out of my grasp and shot back up to the surface. More flashbulbs went off, indicating we’d attracted a crowd. That’s when I realized there was more of me showing than I wanted to show at Clifton’s dinner party.

There were several standing along the side of the pool as we caught our breath. I bellowed out, “BLONDE BIMBO!” while she responded with “YOU ITALIAN TRAMP!” Then I charged her again.

We were up at the surface long enough for me to overhear… “Shouldn’t we split them up?”  “What… and spoil a good catfight in the water??” Then I had her in a headlock as I kicked her down toward the bottom of the pool.

She twisted out of my grasp and kneed me in the groin again. That really pissed me off. So I wrapped her up in a big bear hug chest to chest as I kicked us both to the bottom of the pool.

I could feel her erect nipples pressing up against mine as she struggled in my grasp. She was bubbling and crying out as her lungs heaved. I was out of breath as well, but my mind was in a fog of fury and I wasn’t thinking straight.

I kicked us all the way to the bottom where she tried to shake me. But this time I wasn’t about to let go. When we hit the bottom she glugged as she gulped down a big mouthful of water.

My lungs were on fire, but I was still pissed off. In my mind it was better to drown the both of us than to allow this gate-crasher to get away with the stunt she’d pulled. The training I got on that movie helped me to hold my breath and stay down a few moments longer.

The bitch looked up at me in horror as she hitched and gurgled. It was so satisfying seeing her suck water. The way her boobs shook as she spasmed and convulsed made me struggle to hold my breath a few seconds longer to watch just to make sure she really drowned.

She was coughing and doubling over when I lost the ability to hold my breath. I swallowed water and went into a panic as I started gulping and convulsing. I’d stayed down too long.

I was drowning right there with her; our dresses shredded, our boobs exposed, and our bodies nearly naked. It occurred to me just how stupid I’d been trying to drown the blonde bimbo. Dying was going to cost me my career in Hollywood.

I was still hitching and coughing up bubbles when I felt arms wrap under my shoulders and haul me back up. When I reached the surface I thought I heard some guy yell, “SOMEBODY HELP ME; SHE’S DROWNING! SOMEBODY GO DOWN AND GET JANE!” I heard another splash as I was dragged over to the side of the pool, coughing and puking my guts out.

I could just make out some photographer hauling that blonde bimbo up from the bottom of the pool. Her eyes were glazed over and she wasn’t moving. At that moment I did feel a little bit sorry.

They got her out of the water and laid her out where a couple of guys started giving her mouth to mouth. I figured they had to be happy they were getting to lock lips with her, even if it was to save her worthless life. Then she coughed up a lungful of water as she started to come around.

I didn’t know whether to feel angry or relieved. But at least I’d taught her not to mess with an ‘Italian tramp’ anytime in the near future. And the publicity we were both going to receive after this night was probably going to be priceless…

© 2017 (written Nov 27 ’17 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only. Vidcaps are from a JustPaul animation.)

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Posted on December 27, 2017 by riwa

Coming January rewards

The second chapter to the Jamie Club story.

The second chapter to the Island story.

Chapter seven of First-timer.

Chapter four of Water Babies.

2-3 shorts including more from the A-Z consensual asphyxia/drowning series.

2-3 stories being prepared or re-edited for the library.

(And of course, any other bonus story I might feel the urge to upload.)

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

I hope you have a Happy New Year and that your Christmas was enjoyable. Thanks for being my patrons. See you in 2018.

I’m also looking at opening up Riwas Reads again in 2018. So keep checking back for updates.

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The Slut before Christmas 3.4 (5)

Posted on December 24, 2017 by riwa

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring except my slut spouse.

She’d crept down the stairs by our chimney with care

In hopes that her paramour soon would be there.

 

We both had no children. Twas just her and I.

I thought we were happy. But that was a lie.

A sound woke me up and I reached for my bride.

But I felt an emptiness there at my side.

 

I got out of bed and I looked all around

Wondering where my slut wife could be found.

I searched high and low but I heard not a peep

Maybe she’d gone back to bed for some sleep.

 

Back to our bedroom, but that’s when I heard

A sound from below. I spoke not a word.

I went down the hall and I reached for the stair

Surely she had to be down there somewhere.

 

I went down the steps… and what did I see?

My horny slut wife with our neighbor McPhee!

She was flat on the floor. He was pounding her hard

While a blanket of snow settled down on our yard.

 

I could not believe it; I stood there in shock

Watching that slut getting fucked by his cock.

She seemed to enjoy it; she cried out his name.

I wanted to stop her adulterous game.

 

I crept to the kitchen and got me a knife

Thinking of ending that whore-bitch’s life.

A slit throat would do it; first her and then him.

My sanity started to sputter and dim.

 

I calmly walked in. They were there by the tree

Gasping and moaning – my wife and McPhee.

“Who’s going first?” I asked, hefting the blade.

“Who wants to die on my floor getting laid?”

 

They both gasped in shock at my unbridled passion.

I swear McPhee’s face had turned totally ashen.

He got to his feet so incredibly quick

My wife’s cream was still dripping fresh off his dick.

 

He snatched up his clothes and he raced for the door

Telling me this would not happen no more.

“Get the hell out; don’t you ever come back

Or I’ll slit your damn throat, you big wife-stealing hack!”

 

My fury then shifted. I turned to my wife.

My hand was clenched tight to the long kitchen knife.

The look on her face told me she was afraid of

What I might do next, standing there with the blade.

 

She patted the floor, perhaps hoping for luck.

Then she said, “Come down, honey! Let’s have us a fuck.

It was only this once, and ‘twas only McPhee.

It’s Christmas Eve, honey. Come down and fuck me!”

 

I’ll admit I was hard, and I don’t know the reason.

Perhaps I was gracious because of the season.

She grabbed on my robe and she pulled me down to her.

I saw in a flash she was hoping I’d do her.

 

She opened my robe and grabbed onto my dick

Where she started to suck, hoping that was the trick.

She hoped by her actions that she would get laid

And would thus put off feeling the wrath of my blade.

 

The slut’s got a mouth, I must give her that much.

And she’s got such a way with her hands and her touch.

I was soon giving in as I gave her my cock.

She took it right in and we started to rock.

 

She moaned and she whimpered. My wife’s such a whore.

She’s wrapped me around her small finger before.

I fucked the bitch hard and I fucked the bitch rough

While she acted like it wasn’t nearly enough.

 

And that’s when it hit me, right there on the floor.

How many men had come in through our door

To fuck this great slut? I flew into a rage.

My passions were churning despite my old age.

 

She moaned the wrong name and that clinched it for me.

Twas clear she’d fucked more than our neighbor McPhee.

I brought the knife down and I made an incision

Deep down in her gut, an emphatic decision.

 

She let out a scream; her eyes flew open wide.

But her whoring ways I could no longer abide.

I stabbed her again just below both her tits.

My wife started jerking in spasmodic fits.

 

I brought the knife down from her boobs to her snatch.

A cuckolded husband, no fury could match.

In anger I reached in and pulled out her guts.

She couldn’t believe it; she thought I was nuts.

 

I no longer wanted to fuck her sweet muff.

That wet, clenching pussy was now not enough.

I pulled my cock out and pushed into her wound.

She let out a cry and then frightfully swooned.

 

Her guts rubbed my dick giving pleasure and joy.

She was nothing to me ‘cept a dying fuck-toy.

I fucked her entrails as they rubbed on my dick

Till I saw an observer, that old elf St Nick!

 

I started to stammer. He told me to smile.

“I’ve known of your slut and her ways for a while.

I’ve come to assist you; it’s Christmas, you see.

I’ve already slaughtered your neighbor McPhee.”

 

He knelt on the floor and he pulled out his cock.

Then he fucked my wife’s guts, giving her double-shock.

We fucked her together, him there at my side.

My wife just kept cumming until the slut died.

 

But that didn’t stop us. We fucked her some more.

We creamed my wife’s corpse lying there on the floor.

He fucked her skull hard while I did her slut twat!

St Nick made our work so incredibly hot.

 

We spread our cream all over her twitching form.

I checked to confirm she was still a bit warm.

“What of her corpse? Can we hide it this day?”

He told me he’d haul it away on his sleigh.

 

He knew of a zoo with some lions and bears.

He’d drop it off there, to allay all my fears.

They needed a present, a nice Christmas treat.

My slut’s cooling corpse would supply them with meat.

 

I arose from the floor with my anger abated,

Knowing the dead slut and I were unmated.

I thanked him profusely for all his hard work.

I started to go but then turned with a jerk.

 

Santa was gone like a thief in the night.

The corpse was gone too, not a blood speck in sight!

Twas like nothing had happened. The floor was all clean!

I stood there in wonder; no blood could be seen.

 

I went to the stairs and then up to my room.

My heart lifted higher without any gloom.

The slut was dispatched, I need worry no more

About any new men who might frequent my door.

 

I passed through the door and my eyes opened wide.

A new naked beauty was waiting inside.

How had she got there? I sure didn’t know!

Outside it was cold with a foot of fresh snow!

 

She was lying in bed and she said with a smile,

“I’m your present from Santa. I’m here for a while.

I’m tonight’s gift and I’d sure like to fuck.”

I couldn’t believe my incredible luck.

 

We spent the whole night fucking every which way

‘Til I woke up alone on a great Christmas day.

I woke up refreshed, like a man full of joy and

I softly thanked Santa for his sexy toy.

(Nov 28 ’17)

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Corrupting the elves 3 (3)

Posted on December 18, 2017 by riwa

(A bonus story with another elf theme.)

Janae was an incurable flirt. What’s more, she loved sex. And she loved having it in different places with different individuals.

She liked wearing latex as often as she could. It rubbed against her skin and added to her arousal. And much of the latex she wore was see-through.

As the Christmas season approached, she began considering what it would be like to get it on with an elf. She wondered how big they grew their penises and what kind of sex they were capable of having. So she sent a letter to the North Pole telling Santa she was available and was willing to do anything (so long as it meant coming in contact with a few elves).

One night she went to sleep in her latex red suit and Christmas hat, rubbing herself and getting herself off while imagining what she might do with an elf or two. The next morning her bedroom looked different. She was not in her bed, and there were elves standing around her looking curiously at her.

Janae felt a certain excitement. Was she dreaming? Was this the opportunity she had hoped for? So she asked the elves what she could do for them.

They told her they’d been working long, hard hours and needed a break… a recharge, so to speak. They kept staring at her red latex outfit. Janae felt her nipples harden at all the attention she was being given.

She got up and followed them out, offering to help them in any way she could. On the way she passed by a glass door. Behind it she detected a strong chlorine smell.

“You have a pool??” she gasped in amazement.

“It helps us keep in shape for the long days working the assembly lines,” one of the elves told her.

“I’m really good in the water!” she told them excitedly. “Why don’t you have the elves who need a break watch me swim?”

Two of the elves led her into the pool area. She didn’t even bother to disrobe. She jumped into the pool in her red latex outfit, enjoying the double sensation of being encased in latex while holding her breath underwater.

Janae swam around, holding her breath and releasing bubbles. When she surfaced she saw more elves had arrived. These elves looked mature, perhaps the older ones who got tired quicker.

She smiled at them as she swam back and forth, gyrating underwater while holding her breath. It felt really good; she could feel an orgasm coming on strong. Performing in front of all these elves was a real turn-on!

She reached under her red outfit and began playing with herself. It swelled until she cried out in bubbly orgasm at the bottom of the pool. Then she surfaced, panting quietly for breath.

Several elves had changed into red swimming suits. And many of them were sporting erections under those suits. It looked to Janae like some of those elves were endowed quite nicely!

She smiled coyly at them, asking if anyone wanted to join her for a swim. She said it might help relieve the tensions of a hard day of work. And she also gave the indication she might be willing to help “relieve” some of the other tensions as well.

Three of them eagerly jumped into the water with her. Janae swam around with them, diving to the bottom as they tried to chase after her. She wanted to make them work for it a little.

When they caught up to her, she allowed her hands to playfully rub those bulges through their swim suits. If anything it made their erections harder underneath. Janae felt herself becoming giddy with sexual arousal.

One elf pulled his suit all the way down off his legs. Janae took advantage of the situation to grab his cock and stroke it. The second elf did the same along with the third one until all three were naked. Janae happily took turns groping and stroking them while remaining underwater holding her breath.

She surfaced to refill her lungs. Then she went down with a cock in each hand. She stroked them both as the third shoved his dick between her lips.

Janae was in heaven…well, if heaven looked anything like a side room at the North Pole. The cocks pulsed in her hands and mouth as she enjoyed all the attention she was receiving. It wasn’t long before the one went off between her lips as she stroked cums out of the other two.

More elves jumped into the water to join her. Soon she was working on holding her breath for three minutes at a time, trying to stroke elf-cocks into releasing their loads while sucking on others in her mouth.

Janae wasn’t sure how many she serviced. She even felt a couple of naughty elves lift her robe from behind and fuck her underwater in the pool. It wasn’t long until she began experiencing one orgasm after another.

She was at the bottom of the pool with four elves when a sudden cry went up. Quick as a flash, the elves left her, scooped up their suits and got out of the pool. Janae surfaced, only to see an old man in a flowing white beard and large stomach looking at her. He was scowling.

“Santa?” she responded nervously.

“You’ve been corrupting my elves, you naught girl. It’s time I take you away from all this.”

“I’m sorry. They said they worked so hard and needed a break. I was only trying to help.”

“I’m sure you were.”

Janae felt guilty at Santa’s displeasure. She climbed out of the water and dried herself off. “Let’s go,” he told her.

She followed him out to a small barn, still wearing her latex suit and cap. His sleigh was already hitched up to one of the reindeer. He bid her to climb aboard before he got in and sat beside her.

The barn opened and he used the reins to get the reindeer moving. Out they went into the darkening sky. Within moments they were off the ground.

Santa didn’t say a word to her. He was not in his red suit and she was not used to seeing him dressed so casual. She was also concerned over the way he seemed so cross.

She noticed how they flew low over the ground, avoiding any type of civilized locations where they might be seen. It wasn’t long before they were out over water, the sun low in the sky. Janae didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt cold… as though a dark shadow had suddenly engulfed her.

“You’ve been very naughty, this year,” he told her wearily.

“I’m sorry, Santa. I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“You corrupted my elves.”

“It was only a little harmless fun. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m afraid this time that attitude just won’t do.”

“Santa, I really think you should learn to lighten up a little – aauugghh!”

Janae looked down in horror to see her bare feet were now encased in a metal bucket of cement. It hadn’t been like that a second ago! When she looked down at the water below she felt an erotic terror she had never felt before.

“No coal in your stocking this year, you naughty girl. You crossed the line corrupting my elves. I think this time we’re going to do something a little different.”

“Santa NO!” A moment later the sleigh had come to a stop and was somehow hovering just a few feet above the surface of the water.

“No, Santa! I promise; I’ll be good!” Then to her horror she found herself standing in the bucket near the edge of the sleigh.

“Santa, they needed the break!”

“No, you just wanted to see what it would be like playing with the cocks of all those elves.” And then he stuck a booted foot in her back and pushed her out.

Janae let out a cry as she tumbled downward. Then she gulped down a huge breath right before she hit the water. The bucket took her straight down.

She bottomed out thirty feet below the surface. She looked up to see the shadow of the sleigh above. Then it took off, leaving her to drown all alone.

Janae felt an erotic jolt as she tried to pull her feet out of the bucket. But she couldn’t move them at all; hell, she couldn’t even wriggle her toes! Santa had really dropped her off out here to drown!

She felt her lungs start to heave as she thought about all those cocks back at the North Pole. Had it been worth it? Janae wasn’t sure. Now she would never swim again, now would she get to play with a cock or get to enjoy her fetish of tight latex. At least Santa had been merciful enough to allow things to come to an end in the water.

Her breasts bounced as her chest heaved. She struggled to hold her breath a few seconds longer. Then the air burst out of her mouth as she exhaled.

Instinctively she tried to take in a breath. It triggered a gag reflex, and she swallowed water. Then she started hitching and jerking as she began to drown.

Janae felt a massive orgasm approaching as she continued to gulp water. She tried waving up at the surface as though she might somehow be able to reach it. She lost a huge burst of bubbles as the last of her air left her flooding lungs. Then she stared in horror, shocked she was drowning at the bottom of the sea.

She was aware of the pleasure of orgasming as consciousness began to fade. Was this a dream? Please let this be a dream! Janae’s last thoughts were the sincere hope she’d imagined it all and would soon be waking up as everything went black…

© 2017 (written for Skip and Janet Nov 29 ’17 by riwa)

(Pictures used with Skip’s permission for illustration purposes only.)

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Teri and the Elves 3.7 (3)

Posted on December 18, 2017 by riwa

Teri and the Elves

Teri was doing her Christmas shopping at the mall when she passed by the big Christmas display. Elves were busy putting up decorations… or at least they looked like elves. They weren’t very big, but they sure looked cute.

A couple of them were passing out cards for Santa’s hours for the kiddies. One smiled as he put one in Teri’s hand. “I’m betting Santa would like to see you,” he told her.

“Oh, I don’t have any kids,” Teri replied with a smile, handing it back.

“I wasn’t thinking about the kids. I was thinking Santa would like to see you.”

“Oh really? What would he like to see?”

“I think he’d like to find out if you’re naughty or nice.”

“Oh, I can be very naughty.”

“Is that so? Santa might be interested. How’d you like to become an elf?”

“What are the benefits?”

“Oh, I think Santa could put much more than coal in your stocking, if you know what I mean.”

“That sounds like it might be fun.”

“You know, before you meet Santa you’ll have to pass through a rigorous screening process in order to become an elf.”

“Screening process?”

“Oh yes. You see me and the guys would have to inspect every inch of you to make sure you would be appropriate to display before Santa.”

“Inspect? Display?”

“Of course, honey. Elves have needs too, you know. I’d just love to bury my face into those tits of yours.”

“Why you fucking pervert! I should report you to Santa right now!”

“Why; what’s the problem? I thought you were a slut! You sure were acting like a slut.”

“I sure as hell wasn’t!”

“What? You mean you wouldn’t want to find out what it’s like to be fucked by an elf before you move on to the main event?”

“You asshole!” and she slapped him hard. It caught him by surprise, making him take a tumble onto the floor.

He angrily got to his feet and faced her… well, he faced her stomach. He had to look up into her eyes while trying to dampen his fury. “I’ll tell you what, you stupid bitch. It’s the Christmas season. And since it’s the Christmas season I’ll graciously accept your apology.”

“Get the hell out of my face, shorty, or I’ll give you a swift kick right up your apology!” Then she turned and left in a huff.

The elf watched her go as he was filled with a burning anger. “That was a stupid thing to do, bitch,” he muttered as she walked away. “Don’t you know Santa knows where you live? And what Santa knows, I know as well…”

—

Back at her house, the incident with the elf was forgotten as Teri finished decorating her tree. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Not bad for handling everything all by herself!

She fixed herself a cup of hot cocoa as she looked at the tree with the lights blinking. It had taken the better part of the afternoon as well as most of the evening. She prided herself on her attention to detail. Now it was paying off.

She looked out through a window at the snow beginning to fall. It filled her with the Christmas spirit. Then her mind wandered back to the incident at the mall with the elf.

She shook her head, chuckling to herself. That perverted bastard. She doubted he had anything big enough to satisfy her in the bedroom.

She heard a thump from somewhere up above. She frowned as she looked upward, listening intently. Then she heard more thumps.

What the hell?? It sounded like someone was up on her roof! Who the hell would be up there while it was snowing like this??

She stood up at the sound of another thump from above. It made her look at the fire she had going in the fireplace. The tree was in the opposite corner so as not to create any kind of fire hazard, especially since she liked a nice, warm fire in the evenings.

With a WHOOMP the fire went completely out. Teri stared at it in shock. That’s when a small bundle tumbled down through the chimney into her room. It was followed by another and another until there were six green velvet bundles.

The fire suddenly came back on with a WHOOMP as though it had never gone out. She stared at it in alarm. Then the bundles morphed into six small… WHAT THE HELL??

Teri stared at the elf she’d pissed off earlier that day. “How the hell did you do that?? What are you doing here?? Get the hell out of my living room! Get out – get out!”

“Not until we teach you a lesson, bitch!” And with that they charged her.

Teri let out a shriek, wondering if she was having a bad dream. She was quickly brought back to reality when they grabbed onto her legs as though trying to pull down a large tree. She beat them off until they started pummeling her.

They grabbed her arms as a couple of punches to the stomach bent her over. Then they had her down on the floor. That’s when they started dragging her to her back bedroom.

She let out another scream until one sat on her face, muffling her cries. The others grabbed her arms and legs so she couldn’t put up a fight. Then she was dragged into her bedroom.

She let out another muffled cry as they started stripping her out of her clothes. “Inspection for Santa, bitch! Right now you’ve been very naughty!”

The covers were pulled off the bed as she continued to struggle to avoid being fully disrobed. But there were too many of them. Teri didn’t know whether to be frightened or indignant, especially at their size.

She worked her arms free as they hauled her up onto the bed naked. She screamed as one of them jumped her face, stuffing her panties into her mouth. A couple of hard punches into her gut quieted her down.

They grabbed her arms and stretched them out to the upper corners of her bed. To her horror she discovered they had some sort of red and green striped rope they were using to tie her wrists off to the corners. She shook her head as she humped and twisted, trying to kick at them with her legs.

She got another couple of punches in the gut before the elves grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. More of that Christmas colored rope was used to tie her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Now she was immobile, naked, spread-eagled, and trembling with fear.

Each one climbed onto her naked body, smacked her exposed tits hard, and then slapped her face. The elf she recognized went last. “This is for how you treated me, bitch!” he said as he slapped her face hard.

“She doesn’t think our cocks are that big!” one of the others stated. Teri looked at him in alarm. How the hell had he learned that? Were they somehow eavesdropping on her thoughts? But that was impossible!

“I guess we’ll show her,” the one sitting on her chest declared as he began undressing.

Teri looked at how small his cock seemed to be. Then he put it between her tits and started to fuck her. To her shock it started to grow and harden until it became incredibly large for his size.

He roughly fucked her tits hard, telling her he’d imagined doing this to her back at the mall. Teri cried out indignantly. Then she felt something happening down below… as though one of the bastards was playing with her ass!

She let out a cry as something pushed its way inside. Then she felt a burning. Her eyes widened as she let out a muffled cry of horror.

“First one went right in, Kubek!”

“Give her more, Tory! This bitch is going to feel our wrath tonight.” Then he smiled at her as he continued fucking her tits.

“Feel that back there, bitch? That’s a special version of one of our cinnamon candy canes. They burn when they go into the back door.” Then she screamed as she felt another one push its way inside.

His cock dripped as he brutally fucked her tits. She screamed as a third candy cane penetrated her ass. That’s when his cock went off, his cream arcing up and then coming down onto her face.

“Ok, Regnor; you’re next. I got her tits ready for you!” And with that he climbed off, only to be replaced by another one.

Another dick was put between her tits to fuck her breasts. The cock grew until it was almost the size of the previous one. Teri couldn’t believe it!

A fourth candy cane was inserted, causing her to cry out. Her ass started clenching from the pain. Then she felt a small hand push its way into her pussy, fisting her and making her cry out.

“She’s wet as hell, Bornak! I think she’s ready for your cock!” It was the voice of that bastard Kubek.

It felt like someone climbed off the back of the bed, only for another to climb on to take his place. That’s when Teri felt a cock push its way inside her wet cunt. It swelled to a remarkable size until she felt a pressure from it as well as the candy canes forced into her other hole.

She cried out as her tits and cunt were raped. The cock between her mounds went off, spraying more cum onto her face and upper chest. Then he climbed off, only for another one to climb on and take his place.

Another cock swelled between her breasts as she was titty-fucked again. The one in back let out a cry of enthusiasm as a load of hot cream filled her. Then he pulled out, only for another to climb on and shove his hardening dick into her wet opening.

Teri cried and sobbed as they fucked and abused her. She got another candy cane shoved up her butt… and then another. It burned like fire, her pussy furiously clenching around each cock that entered her pussy until she milked a cum out of each and every one.

It was the fourth cock going off in her pussy that triggered a shameful orgasm. Teri stopped struggling all together. Besides, there was no point in resisting. The pleasure was humiliating, but at least she could tolerate her abuse better so long as she could get some small enjoyment out of it.

A couple more candy canes were shoved up her ass. It made it hurt so good the way it caused her pussy to milk the cock fucking her. It wasn’t long before Terrie was screaming from the orgasms.

Her abuse finally came to an end, but not until all the bastards had come on her face, tits and in her pussy several times. She had no idea how they managed it. Then they untied her from the bed.

She weakly begged them to remove the candy canes from her butt. They refused, perhaps because they didn’t understand her through the panties in her mouth. At least she wasn’t tied spread-eagled on the bed anymore.

They carefully tied her arms behind her back. She grunted as she tried to ask what they were going to do to her next. Then they got her off the bed and carried her into the living room. That’s when Teri discovered her tree was gone.

“YOU BASTARDS!” she cried out into the panties in her mouth. “What did you do with my tree??” All her hard work – all those hours – had gone for naught.

She looked around until she spotted part of the undecorated tree sticking out from the corner to the kitchen. The ornaments seemed to be scattered all around the living room. In place of the tree was a small stool… and a dangling rope?

Teri followed the rope upward. That’s when she saw the noose hanging down from the ceiling. She let out a muffled cry of alarm as she began shaking her head.

She tried to resist as they marched her over to the stool. They looped the noose around her neck and then pulled it tight. In order to avoid strangling she was forced to step up onto the stool to ease the tension.

She wanted to tell them she was up now and they could go easy on her. But they pulled on the rope until her heels were lifted up off the stool. Teri shuffled around on the balls of her feet, grunting muffled whimpers of fright.

She looked at the elf named Kubek and tried to apologize. But he was busy instructing the others to begin hanging the ornaments. To her horror one of them took a colorful bulb with a hook on the end and dug it into her upper thigh to hang it.

Teri let out a muffled cry as the hook to the ornament pierced her flesh. More elves brought more ornaments over. She screamed from each one as they were hooked painfully into her glistening skin. She cried out each time one was dug in snug, apparently to make sure she could not shake it off.

One of the elves got a step ladder. He climbed up and began attaching ornaments to her tits, digging the hooks into her flesh. Terrie cried out again and again, her body wincing and jerking with each hook embedded.

Ornaments were hung off her nipples using alligator clamps. A huge knitting needle was pushed through both tits so they could hang more decorations. Teri screamed again from the pain, dimly aware they were even hanging ornaments all the way down her backside from her shoulders to her ass.

She yelped, whimpered and screamed as the lights were hung up next. One of the elves noticed she was losing the mass of canes in her ass. Kubek told an elf, “Better replace ‘em, Bornak.”

Teri was hopeful what was left of them would be coming out. Instead he simply began pushing more up her bum, forcing the ones inside even deeper. She jerked and screamed as he forced as many up her ass as he could. Her pussy furiously clenched as she dripped her agonizing arousal, causing one of the elves to laugh as he fisted her while he was in the area.

The lights were finished and some garland was added. Then the elves went around throwing tinsel up onto her decorated body. Teri began to look like some gruesome Christmas decoration with ornaments, lights and tinsel clinging to her naked form from a multitude of sharp hooks leaving bloody little wounds.

One of the elves asked if they were going to put her on a stand. Another went and got two brooms and a mop. The ends were cut off before all three were strapped together and then forced up her twat. Teri screamed at the violation as she wet herself and then climaxed.

“Let’s see what she looks like,” Kubek told them. The lights were plugged in and came on. Teri whimpered as she shuffled around on the balls of her feet, the noose ominous around her throat.

“Got anything left to plug into this strand?” one of the elves asked. “There’s this last plug on the end we could use for more lights or something special.”

Kubek disappeared for a moment. When he returned Teri saw he had her electric curling iron in his hand. She screamed into the panties in her mouth when he gleefully forced it all the way inside her pussy along with the broomsticks. Her holes were so tightly filled and so uncomfortable there was no way of pushing the objects out to achieve any kind of relief.

One of the other elves went to the kitchen. He returned and shoved one last item up her cunt. Then the elves pulled the stool away.

Teri gawked in horror, the noose taking her full weight as her feet struggled to find solid footing. Then her body began to kick. She hurt all over from the hooks in her flesh, her tits bouncing painfully as the skewer and ornaments dangling from her nipples added to her misery.

It wasn’t long until she felt a new pain. There was a fire in her pussy to match the one up her ass. Then she smelled charring flesh from the way her cunt was burning from the curling iron.

She kicked; she danced; she humped; she jerked around. But she never lost a single ornament or the objects shoved up her pussy and ass. Even with all the pain she was experiencing, it was ultimately the noose that was taking her life.

She humped the air as she had one last massive orgasm. Then she hung limp as she gently swung back and forth. The elves oohed and aahed and applauded her performance.

They smelled the burning in her cunt. Then something popped out. An elf had shoved a turkey timer up there for good measure.

“Well done, Bornak!” Kubek observed, checking the timer. “Looks like the bitch is done!” As if on cue a trickle of urine dribbled down her legs to splatter onto the floor.

“Let’s pack it up, guys,” Kubek told his associates. They gathered up all their belongings. Then the fire went out in the fireplace long enough for them to form little green bundles and roll up the chimney.

The fire came back on, crackling with its warmth. Teri hung naked, the cum on her face and tits glistening. Her soft, dark red hair matched the Christmas theme as it reflected the lights blinking off and on.

Two of her neighbors walked by outside in the snow. They saw the lights beyond the curtain and remarked that Teri had her decorations up. But they were more than a little curious about the strange shape of her Christmas tree…

© 2017 (written for Teri Dec 3 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture provided by Teri and used for illustrations purposes only.)

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The Aquarium Christmas Party 4.2 (15)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by riwa

The Aquarium Christmas Party

It was my first Christmas party at the aquarium. I’d only been working there nine months so I didn’t know what to expect. My friend Benny told me to bring a Santa hat and not to worry about the rest.

I was well liked as I did a lot of the tasks some of the others didn’t want to do. I had no problem getting into the tanks and cleaning them around the fish. Being geared up in scuba or going down on a long breath wasn’t a problem for me.

I’m not sure when I first noticed Alexis Duhaley. Maybe that’s because our paths didn’t cross very often, although I usually saw her during the day. Often I was working in one part of the building while she worked in the other.

A couple of times I caught her flirting with me, or so I thought. Benny told me he thought she wanted me. I just brushed it off. After all, one couldn’t be too careful approaching women in this day and age.

There were some other attractive women who worked at the aquarium. But I got the impression they were all taken, including Alexis. So I did my job, made some friends and kept my nose clean.

The party had just gotten started when Gunderson said Alexis was ready in the tank. Everyone got their drinks and headed off. I followed Benny, asking him what the fuss was about. He just smiled at me as he told me, “You’ll see.”

When we got there I saw Alexis was already in the tank. She was in this sexy red Christmas outfit as she swam around the bottom with red weights on her ankles. She blew bubbles at all of us as she surfaced and then came back down.

She went into this dance that struck me as being part synchro routine and part stripper pole performance. She bubbled and gyrated as we all watched. I noticed a number of guys sporting hard-ons just like I was.

Damn; that girl could hold her breath! I got a look at my watch and kept track of one of her times underwater. She came damn close to pushing three minutes.

One of the nearby girls called her a slut, although she acted jealous at how long Alexis could be underwater. Benny told me, “She’s looking right at you, Trevor. I think she wants you.”

There was something in her eyes the way she looked at me. I concluded she was definitely fuckable should I ever get the opportunity with her. But I knew how dangerous workplace romances could be. Since I liked the aquarium I wanted to be damned careful about keeping my job.

She concluded her performance and burst up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. We cheered her loudly as she swam over to the ladder. One of the guys rushed over to give her a nearby towel when she came down off the metal steps.

She caught my eye and smiled knowingly at me. I smiled back before Benny grabbed my arm. “C’mon, man. Let’s get back to the booze.”

We all headed back to the upper room where the party continued. Alexis showed up in that same red outfit that looked amazingly dry. Someone told me she had another one stashed away that she usually wore after her performance.

I got a little confused, so I asked if she’d done this before. I was told this was her third year of putting on a little underwater Christmas performance for the party. I decided I would have to go over and give her my appreciation.

Several guys hung around her, even though I knew a couple had girlfriends. I played it casual, waiting until they cleared away or were dragged off to speak to others. Then I went over to her.

“I loved your performance,” I told her as I raised my glass to her. “You can hold your breath really well.”

“Thank you, Trevor. I’ve seen you in the tanks a few times without any gear. You seem to be able to hold your breath pretty good as well.”

“Oh, I doubt I’m as good as you,” I told her with a smile. “But I don’t mind getting into the water and holding it while I’m cleaning a particular spot on the glass.”

“I’ve noticed you seem more willing to do that than most of the others around here. For some, getting geared up and getting into the water seems like a giant pain in the ass.”

“I don’t mind so much.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

We silently watched the party for a little bit. A couple guys were starting to get loud, and I saw a couple of girls already acting like they were well on their way to getting drunk. Then Alexis got my attention.

She said into my ear, “I’ve got a special Christmas present for you if you’re interested.”

“You didn’t have to go to any trouble, Alexis. Besides, I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.”

“It’s quite all right, Trevor. Meet me back at that aquarium I swam in, ok? Give me five minutes to get ready. Then come on back and do what comes naturally.”

“Sure thing, Alexis.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that last comment. But I assumed I would find out soon enough.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips. I took it as a hopeful sign of things to come. Then she headed off.

I checked my watch to mark the time. Then I mingled. Everyone seemed in a good mood, especially with a little extra liquor in them.

I made it a point not to drink too much. I still couldn’t remember anything that had happened during my last two Christmas parties. I wanted to make sure I woke up the next morning knowing exactly what I’d done the night before.

Benny asked if I was having fun, and I told him I was. Then he looked all around and noticed Alexis was missing. Without thinking I told him she had a special present she was preparing for me.

He got this big smile on his face. “Damn, Trevor.”

“What?”

He just laughed as he waved dismissively. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

I checked my watch and saw I was a minute late. I looked all around before quietly slipping away. I didn’t want to attract any attention in case Alexis might be in the mood to make out or something in private.

I made my way through the building until I came to that same tank she’d swam in earlier. That’s when I stopped, stunned at what I saw. Once more Alexis was in the water. But this time she was a little less dressed.

She was kneeling on the bottom with a gloved hand rubbing her bare crotch. Her corset had been pulled down, exposing her breasts. Her Christmas cap was on her head, and she was moaning and bubbling as she rubbed herself.

I stood there stunned at what I was seeing. She was actually masturbating at the bottom of the tank! She seemed oblivious I was standing over by the ladder.

“Do what comes naturally” she had said. Now I had a pretty good idea what she’d meant by that. Already my cock was starting to harden under my trousers.

I quietly slipped away and retrieved a couple of ankle weights for myself in case they might be needed. I stripped out of my clothes before I put the weights on. Then I stepped over by the ladder and grabbed on as I watched her.

She moaned and bubbled as she rubbed herself, her nipples visibly erect. My cock stiffened as I watched from the ladder. If she knew I was there she gave no indication.

I was getting ready to climb the ladder when she became really animated. It looked like her chest was heaving from lack of air. But she was rubbing herself as though she wanted to get off before she went up for her next breath.

I was going to climb the ladder, but I wanted to see what was going to happen next. She really moaned and bubbled as she furiously rubbed herself. Then she tipped her head back and blew her breath away in what certainly looked like an impressive orgasm.

She finally shot up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. Then she caught sight of me standing there naked. She gave me that “come hither” look, indicating with a finger she wanted me to join her.

I climbed the ladder as she watched me like a hawk. Then she took a deep breath before she went down to the bottom. She stretched flat on her back, a hand near the bottom of the ladder to help keep her stable. Then once more I got that finger indicating I should come down to join her.

I filled my lungs and then let go of the ladder. I sank to the bottom where she grinned coyly at me. Then she squeezed her breasts together before looking longingly at my erection.

Sensing what she wanted, I straddled her before putting my cock in that fleshy valley. Then I cupped her boobs together and gave her a nice, sensual titty-fuck. She moaned and bubbled, gazing hungrily at my cock the entire time.

Gawd; that was hot! I couldn’t believe it! Right then I decided I was getting the best Christmas present a guy like me could have ever received!

I stayed down for as long as I could, thrusting between her mounds. At one point she took them from me and squeezed them together around my cock as I thrust really hard. It was one hell of an erotic thrill.

My lungs began to heave, and I grunted as I forced myself to stay with her a few seconds longer. Then I had to surface. She grinned up at me before she came off the bottom and slowly surfaced.

We clung to the ladder together as we panted for breath. Then she kissed me deeply. It was another sexy present I had not been expecting.

When we came up for air she told me, “Meet me on the bottom again?” I nodded as she filled her lungs and submerged. I got a really big breath before I headed down after her.

At first I wasn’t sure what she wanted. She made me kneel facing the latter. Then she propped her feet up on one of the rungs as she took my erection into her mouth. Her hands were flat on the floor as though she was doing some sort of kinky push-up.

She slowly took me in and out of her mouth while pushing up off the bottom. It was erotic beyond belief! My Christmas present from her just kept getting better and better.

I was determined to stay down with her for as long as possible. She had better lungs than I did, and I wanted to at least impress her with my breath-holding skills. Besides, if this blowjob was to end when I surfaced, I sure wanted to get my money’s worth.

She moaned and bubbled as her tongue swirled all the way around my shaft in her mouth. Then she glugged bubbles as she took me deeper. It surprised me how much cock she could take into her mouth while holding her breath.

I finally felt those breathless stirrings in my chest. I groaned as she gobbled me down. I pushed myself to stay down a few seconds longer… and then a few more seconds after that. But I finally had to abandon that incredible blowjob as I pulled out and headed for the surface.

I grabbed onto the metal ladder and gasped for breath as she looked up at me with a sexy smile. Then she released a mouthful of bubbles as she came up to me. Her head came out of the water and she gasped for breath before she gave me another soulful kiss that could have melted lead.

“Not bad at all,” she panted when our lips separated. “Ready for round two?”

“There’s a round two??” I had already been treated to more than I ever could have imagined.

She just smiled at me before filling her lungs. Then she let go of the ladder and sank to the bottom. This time she landed flat on her ass.

She groped her tits as she looked up at me while licking her lips. I crammed as much air into my lungs as I could. Then I let go of the ladder and sank to the bottom.

I landed close to her. She pulled me down into a crouch and then took me into her mouth. She gulped me down as she grabbed onto the ladder to steady herself.

I thrust into her mouth, only for her to grab my hand and put it on the back of her head. Then she took my cock deep as though gagging on it. I got the impression she wanted me to be a little rough with her.

I started thrusting harder and was rewarded with the sound of gagging and bubbles. She moaned as she reached down to grope her boobs. The harder I fucked her mouth, the more turned on she seemed to become.

I thrust good and hard, wincing with pleasure as I hit the back of her throat. She just glugged up more bubbles as she moaned lustfully. My hard cock twitched in her mouth as she vacuumed it like a pro.

Damn; what a woman! I almost had to pinch myself. I couldn’t believe I was holding my breath getting a hot blowjob at the bottom of the aquarium from a girl who seemed more mermaid than human.

The rougher I got, the more she groaned. She was really working over my cock in her mouth. I hit the back of her throat again, and she really seemed to go nuts.

It wasn’t long until I felt those gentle heaves originating in my stomach. I looked down to see her acting like she hardly needed any air. I thrust hard into her mouth, wanting to do something that might drive her to the surface before me. But she was just too damned good.

I finally had to break away and head for the surface. When I got there I looked down to see her rubbing her pussy as she looked up at me. But I could detect her chest beginning to heave as though she was running out of breath.

She finally rose up and came up to meet me at the surface. She gasped for breath before kissing me hard, ramming her tongue down my throat. We groaned into each other’s mouths.

When we came up for air I saw her give me a naughty grin. “Now it’s my turn, Trevor.” Then she filled her lungs before she headed back down.

I saw her lie flat on her back. Then she parted her legs invitingly. I had a pretty good idea what she expected from me.

I filled my lungs and then went right down. I stuck my head between her legs, grabbed onto her thighs and then started feasting. I was rewarded with more moans as she groped and fondled her tits, her legs split and raised allowing my mouth easy access.

I gave her my best effort, wanting to show my thanks for the incredible blowjob she’d given me. I focused on the task at hand, plowing her field with my tongue while nibbling on her nub. She bubbled and stiffened as she groaned and whimpered.

I took my time licking and nibbling, trying to relax as I held my breath. She whimpered and bubbled, her sexy reactions making my cock hard underneath me. I redoubled my efforts to please her with my mouth and tongue, wanting to reward her for the way her mouth had pleased me.

I was relaxed and horny, and I had her writhing and squirming. She lost a few more bubbles as I ate her out. It felt like I was staying down longer each time.

I finally felt my chest begin those gentle warning heaves again. But this time I was rewarded by seeing her chest heave as well. Was she getting worse? Or was I getting better? Maybe it didn’t matter.

I stayed down for as long as I could before I finally had to surface for air. This time she was not too far behind me. We both burst up gasping loudly for breath.

She gave me another long, hard kiss. Then she pulled away. “Damn, Trevor! I think you’re getting better! Now it’s YOUR turn to lie on the floor on your back!”

She gave me a push, and I inhaled just in time. Then I sank right to the bottom. She didn’t waste any time following me down.

I ended up flat on my back, only for her to straddle my head. Then she mashed her pussy against my lips. She grabbed my face for good measure, grinding against me as she moaned and bubbled.

I licked her juicy muff for all I was worth. It was so hot that I couldn’t help stroking my cock while I was eating her out. She was kind of dominating me but I couldn’t complain, not after the sexy blowjob she’d just given me.

I tongued her twitching twat, causing her to moan as she ground her crotch against my face. It was hotter than hell, especially with her eyes closed and her moaning in bliss. Amazingly the water didn’t feel all that cool to me anymore. It felt like together we were both heating it up.

While I was underneath her it dawned on me I wouldn’t be able to get up without her permission. Would she force me to stay down beyond my ability to hold my breath? It was a terribly erotic thought that really made me tongue her quivering slit.

She moaned and bubbled, continuing to grind against my lips. I finally felt those warning heaves start in my stomach. But I swallowed them down, determined to stay down longer.

I relaxed as I nibbled on her button while plowing her labia with my tongue. She writhed and moaned as she lost more bubbles. Then I detected those warning heaves in her chest.

I moaned as I licked harder. She groaned and bubbled again, furiously grinding against me. Her lungs heaved once… heaved once again… and then she lost a burst of air as she got up and headed for the ladder.

I was a little dizzy when I surfaced. I gasped mightily for breath before she kissed me deeply. When our lips parted I exhaled mightily as I panted for breath.

“Damn, Trevor!” she gasped. “You can hold your breath pretty damned good! Now I want you to fuck me on the bottom of the tank.”

“But I don’t have a condom, Alexis.”

“Fuck me, damn you!” Then she filled her lungs and submerged.

I went down after her, watching as she got onto her knees. She patted her ass, motioning for me to come in from behind. As I knelt behind her she grabbed my cock and tried to force it into her pussy.

I heard her bubble, “Fuck me, damnit! Fuck me now!” Then I slid into her slit. It was tight and clenching a little.

She bubbled, “OH FUCK!” as she pushed back against me. I grabbed her arms by the wrists and pulled them back. Then I really started to give it to her good. My Christmas present had just been enlarged upon.

She let out a bubbly “FUCK!” as I started thrusting hard in and out of her. Her breasts wobbled back and forth as I pounded her pussy. “FUCK ME!” she cried out again, pushing back against me as I thrust hard into her throbbing cunt.

“FUCK – FUCK – FUCK! Oooobllolgblgblblgfblglbl!”

Her pussy clenched like crazy as I thrust hard in and out of her. I groaned my pleasure, losing a few bubbles as she cried out some more. I couldn’t believe how hot she was for it, holding her breath underwater while getting the shaft so to speak. Maybe that one girl was right. Maybe she was a slut… an underwater slut!

I wasn’t able to hold my breath as long. But then again, neither was she. We both finally had to bail at about the same time.

We shot up to the surface panting like crazy. This time she dispensed with the kiss as she tried to get her breath back. “Gawd, you’re good, Trevor! Now I want you to fuck me on the ladder until we both cum!”

She shifted her position until I felt her impale herself on my cock. Her back was too me as she reached down and rubbed her crotch. “Now take me down and fuck me ‘til we both cum!” And with that we inhaled deeply before submerging.

She grabbed the ladder partway down and started rubbing her crotch as I thrust hard into her pussy from behind. I had her right leg lifted up to grant me deeper access. She moaned and bubbled as she cried out, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!”

I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand, enjoying the sensation of her warm flesh against me, the feeling of her tight, silky smooth pussy enveloping my quivering member, and her erotic moans as I fucked her. She bounced up and down as though trying to impale herself even deeper on my shaft. It was the best Christmas present I could have ever received from her.

She became more animated, bouncing harder on my dick. “FUCK ME!” she bubbled as I thrust harder. “MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR FUCKING COCK! CUM INSIDE ME; GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM!”

Her eagerness made it impossible to hold back. I closed my eyes tight as I focused on the incredible sensations. A moment later her pussy clenched tightly around my shaft.

She let out a bubbly scream… “OH FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” Then she shuddered really hard. I let out a roar as I thrust hard and deep until my cock erupted inside her.

“YES!” she screamed “YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” Then it felt as though she went from one orgasm right into another one.

I held my cock deep inside her as she milked every last drop out of me. Then I opened my eyes. The entire Christmas party had adjourned down here as every last damn one of them were watching us.

They let out a cheer as she cried out again. Then they all started applauding. I blushed a deep crimson as I lost my breath. Then I got her up to the surface.

She panted weekly for breath as they guys all shouted “THATABOY!”  “WAY TO GIVE IT TO HER, TREVOR!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU TWO!” Even the bitches were cheering us on. I looked at her but she whispered, “I saw them come down and couldn’t help myself. I guess I’m an exhibitionist!”

I started to tell her, “I should have known” only to have my words cut off… “Mmmmph!” as she kissed me hard and deep. I was still inside her and she was still riding me. I finally softened until I plopped out of her.

So that was my first Christmas party at the aquarium with Alexis. About once a month we sneak off to fuck in that damned tank. And she’s already told me next Christmas she wants to put on an even bigger show for the gang.

Damn! I think she’s determined to make me as much of an exhibitionist as she is…

© 2017 (written Nov 22 ’17 by riwa)

(Vidcaps are from a JustPaul animation and are used for illustrations.)

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Beheaded at a funeral 4.5 (57)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by riwa

Beheaded at a funeral

A drunk driver took my future away. He swerved and ran my husband-to-be off the road into a tree. In that moment he turned my wedding into a funeral.

Jim and I were waiting until our wedding night to have sex. For one thing, it’s against the law to fornicate or to commit adultery. For us it was an easy enough law to follow, although we were sorely tempted.

The law is a little vague about oral, so we did that as often as possible. But penetration outside of marriage is a definite no-no. For a man it means probation and lots of community service. As a double standard, for a woman it means death.

My husband’s twin brother Tim did his best to comfort me after the accident. But I was devastated. Now there was a funeral to plan instead of a wedding.

I’m not sure where I got the idea. Maybe it was from reading about Annie hanging at her husband-to-be’s funeral. It was an article I’d once read in a Dolcettish magazine.

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. If I wanted I could set up a guillotine at the funeral home. Then I could be buried in the same casket with Jim.

Tim tried to talk me out of it, of course. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. The thing is: I wasn’t guilty of a capital crime.

I asked Tim about it and whether he had any thoughts on the matter. He told me sex outside of marriage would certainly do the trick. I looked at him in shock when I realized that truly was the answer.

I could have sex the night before! That way I would get to experience penetrative sex before I died. Then I could be reunited with Jim.

His brother looked at me curiously. “Just how are you going to make this happen, Trudy?” I only had to think about it for a second.

“How about the groomsmen, Tim? All they’ll have to worry about is a little community service. They can have their way with me all night long. Then I can put on my wedding gown and go to the funeral. Jim will be buried in a tuxedo and I can wear my wedding dress of virginal white lying right next to him.”

“You won’t be a virgin anymore, Trudy.”

“Fuck that, Tim! After all, it’s my funeral as well as Jim’s.” Then I looked at him as a light bulb suddenly went off in my head.

“As best man, you should get to fuck me too! How about at the funeral while I’m on the bench with my head in the lunette? My legs can hang down so you’ll have easy access from behind. Besides, it was you and Jim who decided I couldn’t keep dating you both and had to choose between the two of you. This way you’ll get to feel my pussy around your cock as I die. It’ll sort of be like Jim is fucking me through you.”

He thought about it for a moment or two. Instantly I felt guilty. “Wait, there’s that probation and community service thing. I’m sorry, Tim. I wouldn’t want you to have to…”

“I’ll do it, Trudy,” he told me with a smile, cutting me off. “And I’ll get Sam, Jeff, Newell and Loren to go along with it as well. A couple of the guys have already expressed jealousy they aren’t going to have a crack at marrying you. Personally I think they would love to get in your pants.”

“You too, Tim?” I asked with a knowing smile, feeling better about things for the first time in days.

“Yeah, Trudy; me too. I’d love to have my cock inside you at the funeral while you’re being beheaded.”

“It should be a once in a lifetime experience, Tim. I think Jim would approve.”

“Yeah, Trudy… I think maybe he would.”

—

The night before the funeral the guys paid for a really nice motel suite. I showed up in the honeymoon dress I’d planned on wearing for our trip to Acapulco. It showed a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage.

After some wine, the guys all started kissing me to loosen me up. They groped and pawed me and got me out of my dress. I was nervous, but I was more than a little horny thinking about what was going to happen next.

I got on my knees and started freeing their cocks from their suits. They’d thoughtfully worn the outfits they would have worn to the wedding. I thought that was sweet of them.

I got them all naked before I started taking cocks into my mouth. I got to be pretty good with Jim since we couldn’t engage in penetrative sex. I was able to take his six inch member all the way down my throat without gagging, and I happily demonstrated my skills with his groomsmen.

It was finally time to get down to it. The guys picked me up and carried me naked to the bed, which turned out to be rather large since they’d rented a suite for me for the night. Then I ended up on my back with my legs spread.

Sam was first, telling me he’d always wanted to fuck me. It made me feel good knowing how much he’d lusted after me. Penetration hurt at first, and there was a little blood. But it felt good when he went deep, and he managed to fuck an orgasm right out of me. Who cared about condoms; I was going to be dead within the next 24 hours anyway.

Jeff was next while the others stood around stroking. I told them to join me on the bed so I could reach for their cocks with my hands. I took turns stroking and sucking Newell and Loren while Jeff fucked me on my back.

I went through all of them one at a time, taking each one in the missionary position. Then they prepared a nice, hot bubble bath in the Jacuzzi tub for me. It was big enough for two of them to join me, so we did a lot of kissing and groping and making out before Sam and Jeff swapped with Newell and Loren.

I got all excited thinking this was my big chance for a gangbang. So I got out of the tub, dried off, and then got on the floor naked on my knees again. Then once more I sucked all those cocks.

I got on my hands and knees where Sam fucked me from behind while I sucked Jeff. I got both hands on Newell and Loren’s cocks so I was working them all at once. Then it was time to really start banging in earnest.

Loren got on the bed on his back, and I climbed onto his cock. Newell climbed on and slowly penetrated my ass from behind. I felt so slutty that I became a wild woman with cocks up my ass and pussy.

For the next several hours I fucked them all several times and in several different positions, sometimes taking two cocks in my pussy and a cock up my ass. It felt absolutely wonderful, and I had orgasms galore. I was committing a capital crime, and I loved every minute of it.

I didn’t get any sleep, not that I needed any. In the morning the party wound down as I went into the shower to get cleaned up and get ready for the funeral. They came in two at a time so I could suck their cocks while getting fucked in the shower.

Afterwards they got dressed in their outfits while I got into my white wedding dress. Then we drove to the funeral home. I was feeling a little trepidation as well as a strange sexual excitement at my impending beheading.

There were a lot of mourners when we got there. Tim had already taken care of all the arrangements including my beheading. When we were ready I sat with him, my maid of honor Betsy, the bridesmaids, and all the groomsmen in a side alcove during the service where we could see the coffin and Reverend Jones.

Jim’s casket faced the guillotine head first. It was tall, metallic and foreboding. I felt this incredible surge of fear and eroticism. It wouldn’t be long before Tim would be fucking me right in front of everybody before the blade came down on my neck.

It was a wonderful service, with a lot of tears. I felt sorry for Jim’s mother that she wouldn’t get any grandchildren from her son. Tim quietly told me his mom favored his brother a little more than him, but that he didn’t mind too much. I also felt sorry I would not be able to provide grandchildren for my parents.

At the end of the service the mourners quietly went up to the casket and paid their respects, saying their last goodbyes. Then the bridesmaids and groomsmen got up from behind me and went up. They looked at Jim briefly before the guys took up positions around the guillotine to wait for me as the bridesmaids joined the mourners.

While the wedding party was up there seeing Jim’s body, Betsy leaned over and quietly asked me how it was banging all those groomsmen. She’d heard about it and had to admit she was a little jealous. I told her it was one hell of an evening and was totally worth it, although for me I had ulterior motives.

After I stood up, Tim and Betsy escorted me over to the coffin. He stopped first and said goodbye to his brother. I saw the tears in his eyes, reminding me how close they had been.

Betsy was next, and she cried too. I know she would have loved to have fucked Jim. But she value’s her life, and she wasn’t about to risk an execution. She called it “risky sex” and I totally agreed with her… until I found out for myself just how much fun I’d had and how powerful those orgasms had been.

I was the last one to say goodbye. I looked down at my beloved Jim. The mortician had done a great job fixing him up from the crash. He looked so handsome in that tuxedo.

The tears flowed as I lifted my bridal veil and kissed him goodbye. I was grateful to see there was plenty of room for me to lie there right next to him. I was looking forward to the two of us buried together for all eternity.

I calmly walked over to the guillotine. Tim tied my hands behind my back with a nice silk sash he must have bought special. Then he and the guys helped me lie down on the bench.

They slid me forward before strapping me down and bringing the lunette down onto my neck, careful not to wrinkle my dress. Then Reverend Jones spoke to the mourners. “Last night Trudy Williams deliberately violated section 10 of the penal code with four willing accomplices. After the service they will be sentenced to probation and community service. Trudy accepts her sentence of execution and wishes to express her thanks to all of you for being here with her and Jim on this solemn, yet special occasion.”

“Trudy’s last wish is to experience penetrative sex with Jim’s brother Tim. This is also a violation of section 10 of the penal code. Tim has already made arrangements for his community service.” Then he turned to Tim and solemnly told him, “You may now fuck the bride.”

I felt an erotic jolt knowing this was it. I was so wet down below it was embarrassing. I hadn’t worn any bra or panties, and I was so moist that my arousal had slithered down my inner thighs. I was certainly ready for him.

He unzipped his fly, pulled down his pants and then lifted the bottom of my dress. He thrust right in as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. I gasped and moaned as he pumped me hard, causing me to rock in the guillotine.

I glanced at the coffin of my beloved Jim through my veil, grateful Reverend Jones had recently lowered it so I could look in and see his face. He looked so serene and peaceful lying there. Then I looked down to see the basket that would catch my head. It gave me the shivers something fierce.

I turned to look at the mourners who were all watching me. Some wore expressions of disdain, no doubt from the law I was now breaking with Tim. Others watched with smiles on their faces.

I saw my bridesmaids with Betsy sitting together with looks of longing in their eyes. I wondered how many of them might be jealous I was getting a last fuck in public. Maybe Tim would eventually go out with one of them or with one of our other friends who had showed up. I hoped one day he would marry and have lots of kids.

I felt the excitement begin to rise within me. My fear ratcheted up a notch, knowing I was soon going to be beheaded. It turned me on even more, and I gasped and whimpered as I became fearfully aroused.

Reverend Jones came over and grabbed onto the lever. “Wait!” I gasped. “I want to cum first and to give Tim and Jim a last goodbye!” He nodded as he stood there patiently.

I looked out at their mother who was trying to smile through the tears. His father was watching like a lecherous old man. I hoped I was giving him a nice show. My mom was almost bawling as she hugged my dad.

It started to swell within me; I was going to cum really hard. That’s when I guess I got a little carried away. But since I was going to die anyway, what did it matter if I cried out…?

“Yes… fuck me… it feels so good… thank you, Tim… thank you for fucking me… thank you guys for last night; it was great! Thanks to Betsy and my bridesmaids… and thank you all for coming… I love you, mom and dad! I love you most of all, Jim! I’m coming to see you, honey… I’m coming… I’m coming… OHMYGAWD; I’M REALLY CUMMING!”

I stiffened before I started to cry out. Tim roared his release as I felt his hot seed inside me. Then there was a whoosh as the blade fell, bottoming out with a loud THUNK.

For a moment I lost sight of Jim and the coffin as my world tumbled. Then I could see everyone as my veil was removed. I guess my bare head had been lifted up into the air.

“Justice has been served,” Reverend Jones declared to one and all as he displayed my head. There was polite applause, although Jim’s mother and mine were both crying. I was turned to see my body bucking on the bench in my wedding dress as Tim slowly thrust in and out of me. I thought the dress daddy bought for me made me look so beautiful and was totally worth it.

The guys were all standing solemnly in a row, giving me smiles of appreciation as they clapped for me. The last thing I felt was my head being gently placed in the coffin right next to Jim’s head. I knew they would be putting my body in next. That’s when I felt an immense peace. After that I was aware of nothing at all…

© 2017 (written Oct 6 ’17 by riwa)

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A cheater’s revenge 2.3 (4)

Posted on December 6, 2017 by riwa

A cheater’s revenge

Carrie swam the length of her parent’s pool, fuming inwardly. She had hoped not to be alone this night, especially with her folks out of town for the weekend. But that’s the way things had worked out.

Earlier she’d found her boyfriend at that bar with that floozy who worked at the Hooters just down the street. Right away she’d regretted going there with him for supper last week. That must have been where he’d gone back to set up his date with her as she recognized that crazy necklace she’d seen her wearing while serving them.

Right then it had become crystal clear to her what kind of guy he was. And she was pretty sure that waitress wasn’t the first. That’s when it had all clicked into place.

She’d gone to the bar hoping it wasn’t true. But as soon as she’d spotted them both, she’d gone into a rage. That’s when she’d taken it out on his prized 4-wheel drive.

She’d keyed the paint job, leaving several significant scratches. And he’d unwisely left it unlocked. That’s when she’d gotten inside and carved her name into the leather seats.

She’d come prepared, using the Louisville slugger she’d brought to take out both headlights. For good measure she’d slashed a hole in all four tires. Then she’d angrily driven away. Maybe next time he’d think about it before he cheated, especially since it wasn’t going to be on her anymore.

She surfaced in the shallow end, panting quietly. She angrily turned around, pushed off the wall and angled down toward the bottom. She pulled hard with her arms, her shoulder length brunette hair flowing while air streamed out of her nose as she kicked with her athletic legs.

What the hell was wrong with him?? Didn’t they have a good thing going? Hell, her parents were loaded. You would have thought he would have taken advantage and not messed up a good thing.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he’d simply taken advantage of her. Maybe that was just the way he was.

She reached the wall in the deep end, turned around and headed back, angling downward. She wanted to hold her breath for the entire length. Otherwise she was liable to scream out in fury… and she couldn’t do that underwater without needing air.

Was he really that stupid? Was he really that willing to give up her great figure for that blonde bimbo? Or did he think she wouldn’t find out? Well, she’d certainly found out all right. And she’d let him know in no uncertain terms.

She reached the shallow end and surfaced, panting quietly. Nope; she was still furious. She needed more laps. And she needed to do them underwater as she could feel the scream of rage and frustration bubbling to the surface.

She took another deep breath and submerged to make the swim all the way back to the deep end. That’s when she started running through her mind all the times he hadn’t been able to keep a date or an appointment with her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She surfaced in the deep end, took another breath and submerged to make the return trip. Maybe she could exhaust herself… swim it right out of her for the night. She kept herself in shape, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t keep this up until the anger bled out of her.

She should have tagged along with her folks. But she’d planned a nice weekend with Bryce. And now he was off with that floozy from Hooters… well, unless she had gotten access to her car since his 4-wheel drive wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

She surfaced in the shallow end and paused. Nope… still furious. She was definitely going to get in a good workout tonight.

She submerged and began the swim back to the deep end, pulling smoothly with her arms. After this she was going to use the hot tub and then go in for the night. She could put on a good movie to watch. But she decided she wasn’t watching any chick flick or date night tear-jerker. She wasn’t in the mood for that.

She headed for the surface only to bump into the glass pool cover. What the hell?? She hadn’t seen or heard it closing!

What the hell happened? Had it shorted out? Daddy hadn’t left her any information about the pool cover having any problems!

She saw someone standing on the edge of the pool looking down at her. Her eyes flashed in horror when she saw it was Bryce. That floozy from Hooters was standing there on his arm.

“Thought you could get away with it, Carrie?” she heard him call down to her. “You thought I’d let you do that to my 4-wheeler without any consequences?”

“BRYCE, LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Carrie banged on the glass cover, suddenly wishing her father hadn’t bothered to install one. Ironically she’d been the one to suggest a glass cover for outdoor parties when they wanted the cover closed. Now she was about to pay for it.

“BRYCE, OPEN THIS DAMN COVER!” She was running out of breath as she pounded on the glass. Surely he wouldn’t leave her under here to drown, would he? That’s when fear gripped her soul.

Why wouldn’t he? After all, his vehicle was his pride and joy. She’d been too furious to think about the consequences of her actions. At the time, as far as she was concerned he deserved it. But now it had boomeranged back on her quite badly.

“BRYCE, I’M SORRY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Now she was out of breath from her screams as well as the underwater swim.

They just stood there looking down on her as her lungs began to heave. Was he really going to let her drown? Carrie beat on the glass again, hoping against hope she might get it to break. Fat chance of that happening.

She thrashed about as the last of her breath left her lungs. Her chest heaved painfully; she could feel panic setting in. She screamed his name in her mind as she beat upon the glass, wondering how much longer she could go without air. But he just stood there looking down on her with that blond bimbo on his arm.

She struggled to hold her breath as she tried pushing up against the glass. She tried pushing her mouth up, hoping to get any kind of breath she could find. But there was very little, and she swallowed a little water down her windpipe.

Carrie coughed as she inhaled deeply. Her windpipe instantly closed off in response. Then she started swallowing water like crazy, hitching and gulping as her eyes flew open in horror.

Her mind no longer functioned rationally as she thrashed about under the cover. She coughed up bubbles from what little air still remained in her lungs. She spasmed and convulsed as she stared up in horror. Then she slowly began to sink to the bottom of the deep end, a few stray bubbles slipping out past her parted lips.

She settled onto the bottom on her back, staring up at the sky with a look of frozen horror. She hitched and spasmed a couple times as though her stomach was still trying to force the last of her air out of her flooding lungs. Then she went still save for an occasional muscle twitch.

The murderous couple looked down on the drowned girl lying at the bottom of the pool. Bryce only felt the faintest twinge of regret seeing the attractive body with the sexy pink bikini. Carrie had been a hot bitch while he’d dated her. But she should have known better. There was no way in hell he could ever allow her to get away with what she’d done to his precious 4-wheel drive.

“I would NEVER cut a hole in all four of your tires,” the blonde on his arm said to him as she nuzzled close.

“Damn right, you wouldn’t!” Then he walked over to the pool shed and flipped the switch to the cover. It slowly slid back open.

“She had an accident and drowned,” he told his new flame. “Damn shame too. She was kind of a nice bitch.”

“Not as nice as I’m going to be when we get back to my place,” she said with a coy smile.

“No, not as nice as that.” And with that they left the backyard together…

© 2017 (written Nov 15 ’17 by riwa)

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