Not like in the movies 3.5 (4)

Posted on November 30, 2017 by riwa

Life is not like in the movies. No matter how many times you think otherwise, it’s just not. The girl does NOT always get to kiss her hero at the end, and James Bond does NOT always save the damsel in distress. In fact, it sure seems like he loses a lot more women than he rescues; right?

My situation spiraled downhill when I thought I’d gone undetected. Imagine my dismay when the blow to the back of my head put my lights out. At least I finally got that sleep the Agency had been depriving me of for the past several days.

When I awakened I was in a grotty dungeon with a lone toilet and a big wooden tub of water. I was naked, my arms cuffed behind my back. I guess that was a logical precaution for my captors, although my size meant I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a fuss in any event.

There was a man in black pvc – black shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He seemed happy to discover I’d awakened. I probably would have been better off not coming to.

He took me over to the large tub of water. Then he groped my boobs. I gasped and trembled at my looming predicament.

He got right to the point…. “I need to know what you’re doing here, bitch.” I like that in a man… no beating around the bush.

I gave him some BS… “I was just out for a stroll. By the way, your basement could use a good interior decorator. I’d be happy to make a few recommendations if you like.” Humor was my way of dealing with the threat looming before me. Otherwise I probably would have panicked and started screaming my head off.

I don’t think he liked my answer because he forced my head down into the water… and I mean FORCED. I barely had time to catch my breath. I struggled to hold it, having no idea how long he was going to keep my head submerged.

He pulled my head back up, and I came up gasping and sputtering. Hell, I nearly waterboarded myself from my own red hair hanging down over my face. Water drained down my face as I gasped for breath before he brushed it out of the way.

“I see I’m dealing with a smartass. Got anything else you want to contribute?”

“Not really. My teachers didn’t take too kindly to my attitude in school either.” And with that I got shoved down into the wooden tub a second time for my sass.

He let my head come back up after a bit. I whipped my hair up over my head, causing a big plume of water. It would have been comical had my situation not been so dire.

“I really need answers honey,” he whispered into my ear as he choked me. “My superiors won’t take too kindly if I don’t get answers.”

“I wish I had something to offer,” I rasped, his fingers tightening ominously around my throat.

“Maybe another dunking will loosen your tongue.”

“Probably not, but you can sure try-burlubrlgurlg!” Down I went, his hand forcing my head deep into the tub.

That one scared me a little, especially since he kept me down longer. I enjoy a good swim in a pool as much as the next girl. But I’m not known for being able to hold my breath for any length of time. And I wasn’t certain just how long I might need to hold it to endure his questions.

He pulled me up and I came up gasping for breath. He groped and mauled my tits, letting me know in no uncertain terms just who was in charge. It did give me a perverse thrill as my pussy started throbbing.

“Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”

“I never saw myself as taking the easy way out,” I gasped.

“Have it your way then.”

Back down I went, struggling and bubbling. He had a good grip on me, making sure there was no way in hell I could get back up. I felt another erotic jolt, wondering if this was going to be it.

He kept me down for the longest time. I writhed and bubbled, my lungs screaming for air. I could feel the panic welling up inside me.

At the very last moment he pulled me up out of the water. I gasped like crazy as he wrapped his hand around my neck. He groped my tits again, enjoying molesting me. To be honest I kind of enjoyed it too as it kept my mind from bring up some rather unpleasant thoughts about the situation I found myself in.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” he asked as the water drained out of my hair.

“I could probably use some shampoo. I’ve been meaning to wash my hair lately, but I just haven’t found the time.”

“Then let me help wash it for you.” And with that I found myself shoved back down head first into the water.

I was more than a little scared as I bubbled like crazy. I suspected he was going to tire of the game and eventually do me in. I just didn’t know if he was going to drown me or use some other method.

To my surprise he began fingering me back there. I don’t know if he was trying to humiliate me or what. He certainly made me jerk and bubble. But it provided me with enough of a sexual distraction to settle down my growing panic.

He kept me down for the longest time before pulling me back up. Once more I waterboarded myself as my hair got in my eyes and covered my mouth. Water streamed down my face as I struggled to gasp for breath.

He hissed at me, “This isn’t going well. You know that, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, trying to maintain my sarcasm. “I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m not used to having my hair washed in this manner.”

“Then let me make it easy for you.” That’s when he shoved my head back down into the wooden bucket.

He kept me submerged as the water began to settle. I tried to hold my breath, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Once more I could feel that panic threatening to overwhelm me.

How long would he keep me down like this? How far was he willing to take me? I had no idea, but it was easy enough to imagine the dire consequences if I didn’t answer his questions.

I was sure he was going to drown me, and I tried to prepare myself as my lungs screamed for another breath. I started to wriggle and squirm in panic, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bodily functions. I could feel an orgasm coming on strong, and I hoped I’d get to enjoy one before my untimely demise.

I was a little surprised when he pulled me back up. The next dunk was probably going to trigger my orgasm. It was also liable to be my drowning swan song.

I gasped for breath as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. He groped and caressed me, playing with my nipples. “Does death excite you?” he asked ominously.

“Not really,” I replied in a quivering voice. “I guess we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on this thing, can we.”

“I guess not,” he sighed heavily. Then I got pushed back down into the water.

I tried to hold my breath despite the hammering of my heart. But it just wasn’t going to happen. My lungs were heaving, my heart was pounding, and I needed to be able to catch my breath. But this time he wasn’t letting me up.

I started to struggle in a futile attempt to rise up. But strong arms kept my head submerged. My lungs heaved and I began to panic.

I felt it swell within me; I was going to cum while he was holding me down. Was he going to drown me at the same time? I was beginning to think so.

I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, fully expecting him to let me up. But that wasn’t happening. Then panic really set in.

I started to thrash about as I lost all my breath. Then I was cumming really hard. A moment later I knew it was all over when my lungs opened up.

I started swallowing water; gawd, how I swallowed water! Then I was panicking and thrashing about as I drowned in that damned bucket.

I orgasmed again; I was actually cumming as I was drowning. It hurt like hell, but despite my best efforts I couldn’t get my head up. He was keeping me down to make sure the deed was done.

I don’t know what it’s like to die, so I didn’t know what to expect. All I know is my life flashed before my eyes. Then I got this strange image of one of those James Bond characters.

He looked down into the water and saw my body lying there all drowned at the bottom of the pool. Then he shook his head as though he’d missed yet another one. I thought, ‘Yeah, you are fucking late AGAIN, you bastard!’ Then all my senses shut down as consciousness blissfully faded away.

© 2017 (written Oct 26 by Riwa)

(Pictures are from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)

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Victor’s Guillotine 6 4.5 (8)

Posted on November 30, 2017 by riwa

6

“So what did you think of eating Rita?” Dorothy asked before putting another forkful of salad into her mouth.

“Surprising actually.”

“Oh? In what way?”

“I thought eating human flesh would really gross me out. But Victor cooked it so well that I had to remind myself I was eating what used to be another human being. And it helped settle me down the way Jeff joked about us eating his girlfriend, especially since he told us he might go find another girl to bring next month.”

“She certainly was good eating,” Dorothy agreed with a smile. “But my memories are of what happened down in the guillotine room… the way her body jerked the moment the blade fell.”

She paused to take another bite out of her salad. It was a week later, and we were eating at that very same café where she’d gotten me curious about Victor’s parties. Then she smiled at me.

“I felt the same way at first about eating meat that came from a human being… that is, until I found out how good they tasted. You remember how Victor sent some of her meat home with us? I fixed some of her the other day with some vegetables for supper… sort of our way to remember her and the erotic way she was beheaded, you know? Even James thought she was good eating.”

“Yes she was.” But as I paused to think about Rita, I found myself thinking about the way she had died.

“Did you know I had a running bet with James you would ride the guillotine again before the day was over? You won me five pounds, Julie.” She chuckled as she shook her head before taking another bite.

I gave her a dirty look. “If I would have known that, love, I might not have ridden it at all.” But she saw right through me.

“I doubt that, love. I saw how you were when you rode it the first time and the way Louisa made you cum. Once you have an orgasm knowing the blade can fall at any moment, you’re virtually hooked.”

“I am not.”

“Then why did you go back down and ride it again?”

“I wanted to put that bitch Prudence in her place.”

“You could have just insulted her. Riding the guillotine seems an awful big risk just to get back at someone. I think you wanted to ride it again with a cock up your pussy. He was really good, wasn’t he?”

My face flushed crimson at the remembrance of it all. She laughed as she told me, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh shut up and eat your salad.” She just laughed again as she took another bite.

The orgasms had definitely felt incredible. And to be honest, it hadn’t really mattered all that much about showing up Prudence, although that’s what I kept trying to tell myself. I was already thinking about what it might be like to ride it again.

“You know there’s another one in three weeks, right? Renard will be there in case Victor needs help putting another body on to roast. Wouldn’t you like to see him again? Wouldn’t you like him to fuck you while you’re going for another risky ride?”

“Of course not. You’re crazy!” But I was already starting to think about it.

“Aw c’mon, love. It would be the ride of your life and you know it. I bet you’re already imagining what the orgasms are going to feel like; am I right?”

“No I’m not! I don’t know where you get your silly ideas.”

“I get ‘em from the expression on your face, love. I knew something had happened when you came outside to eat with the rest of us. I’d wondered where you’d gotten off to. Then I saw how your face looked all flushed and the way you seemed breathless. There was a glow about you as though you’d just been fucked. That’s when I knew even before you told us.”

“Oh, shut up and eat your salad.”

“Three weeks, Julie. Shall James and I swing by around tenish? You won’t make the lunch buffet, but I’m sure Victor can have you ready for supper. I’ll see if James wants to keep your head on our dining room table when we’re eating you with peas and carrots.”

“Dottie, you’re hopeless. I tell you; I’m not going!”

“Ten am, love?”

“Better make it ten-thirty.”

“Hah!”

She laughed as I blushed again. Telling her I wasn’t going just wasn’t going to fly. Besides, I was getting aroused thinking about Renard fucking me in the guillotine again, the blade hovering dangerously over my head. I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge blunder.

–

Something was different when Dorothy came to pick me up. For one thing, I saw she was behind the wheel. For another, there was this strange man in the passenger seat I didn’t recognize.

He quickly got out and opened the door for me so I could sit in front with Dorothy. “This is Richard,” she told me with a smile. “He flew over from the States.”

“Where’s James?”

“Work called him away. He knew this was going to happen two weeks in advance. So I asked him if I could invite this friend over from America. Richard has never seen a working guillotine before.”

“Is that so?” I asked him with a smile.

“No, ma’am,” he answered politely. “It seems our country doesn’t have quite the history with guillotines that your country does. Dorothy’s description of what happened at your last party was rather vivid. I guess my curiosity got the better of me.”

Dorothy teasingly told him, “You just want to see a naked lady lose her head while she’s getting fucked, love. Am I right?” He blushed as he lowered his head.

He was very nice, with a warm smile and a good physique. I don’t know why I had this flickering thought of what it would feel like if he fucked me in the guillotine. Then I found myself wondering if Dorothy might ask him to fuck her in a risky gamble. What the hell would James say if he lost his wife to the blade while another bloke was fucking her??

I looked at him and smiled, telling myself this day might get interesting. “It’s nice to meet you, Richard. Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get to see a beheading today. Then we’ll find out if that American palate can handle the taste of us English wenches.”

“I, uh… that would be interesting.”

I got in and he politely closed the door behind me before he went around and got Dorothy’s door. She told me she’d known Richard a few years and had wanted to invite him over across the pond for some time. But there just hadn’t been a good excuse until now.

I gave her a questioning look. She just laughed, giving me a dismissive wave as he climbed into the back of her car. Then she told me, “Today I’m sitting this one out, love. James isn’t coming so I’m going to be a good wife.”

“Are you really?” I asked in challenge, briefly glancing into the back seat at our attractive guest before looking right at her. That’s when I saw something flicker in her eyes. She turned away, fumbled for the keys, and then mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out before starting up the motor. I decided not to push it.

–

We arrived and went right inside. Dorothy led us straight to the wetbar. Lorraine was already there in a very nice sundress.

She greeted us with a smile. “I expected you to return, love,” she told Dorothy with a twinkle in her eyes. “And it’s nice to see you again, Julie. But I didn’t know you were bringing someone new with you. Who is this charming gentleman? What happened to James?”

“James had to work, love. This is Richard. He flew all the way over from the States to see your guillotine in action. I told him James couldn’t make it, so I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Nice to meet you, Richard,” Lorraine said with her usual charm. “Can I get you something to drink?”

He nodded politely as he told her what he’d like. She went right off to fix it for him before bringing over the requests Dorothy and I put in. Then she leaned toward us against the bar top after we had our drinks.

“So you came back; eh, Julie?”

I blushed as I told her, “Well… Dorothy sort of talked me into it.”

“You didn’t need much arm-twisting, love.”

“Oh shut up and enjoy your drink.” She just laughed as she took another sip.

“Everyone’s out back enjoying the late morning air, love. Victor’s got some meat cooking. He has something planned for supper if the guillotine doesn’t send us any roasters.” She gave me a sly smile, and I felt an erotic quiver.

“How about you, Julie?” Dorothy suggested with a wink as she nudged me. “Want to go out in a blaze of glory so Victor can have someone to roast?”

“Ha-ha; very funny.” But her remark did not help matters any as I felt my pussy start to get moist.

Dorothy picked up her drink. “Let’s go outside and say hi.” Richard dutifully followed her out.

I lagged behind for a moment to talk to Lorraine alone. When they were gone I quietly asked, “Is Renard here?”

“He certainly is, love. And he came alone.”

Once more she gave me that charming smile of hers. I nervously smiled back. She had answered the important question I’d wanted to ask but had been hesitant to vocalize.

“Thanks, Lorraine. I think I’ll go out and mingle.”

“Have a nice time, love. Don’t let anyone force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded my thanks, appreciative of her concern before heading for the backyard.

I went out and saw there was quite a collection of couples. Dorothy and Richard were over talking to Ken and Sybil Wylie and a couple I didn’t recognize. She waved at me… “Oh, there you are” before she went back to her conversation.

I spotted Renard talking to Jeff and a new girl. I took the bull by the horns by going right over. He smiled as I approached.

“Nice to see you again, Julie. You remember Jeff, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I said as we hugged briefly. “I, uh… I’m sorry… I guess… about Rita I mean.”

He gave me a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it, Julie. She wanted to ride the guillotine.” Then he introduced me to the short haired, dark blonde in the light blue skirt and blouse standing by his side.

“This is Kimberly Struthers. She was a friend of Rita’s. I was just telling Renard how Kimberly wanted to come check out the guillotine after I told her Rita got beheaded and then eaten for supper.”

“How do you do?” I asked as I shook her hand. “Are you, uh… hoping to ride the guillotine?”

“I don’t know, Julie; I haven’t decided. The way Jeff described it makes it sound positively gruesome. Yet there’s something about it I find kind of exciting.”

“That was my initial reaction as well when Dorothy told me about it that day while we were having lunch. So I decided to come out with her and see what it was all about for myself. I was here last month when Rita lost her head. In fact I was down there watching the moment the blade fell.”

“Oh? What was that like?”

“Horrifying… and yet… how can I say this without making it sound perverse? It was sort of… sexy?”

“That’s a good word for it,” Jeff said with a laugh. “Of course, for me it was more than a little sexy.” He looked at Kimberly before adding, “I hope I’m not over-romanticizing it for you or anything like that.”

She giggled at him as she shook her head. “No, you just make me curious is all.” I found myself wondering how long it would be before she tried riding it for herself… and whether or not she would let Jeff fuck her while she was riding it naked.”

The four of us stood there chatting for a while. I was tempted to go mingle, but I felt comfortable standing close to Renard. He seemed happy to see me, and I liked being in his company.

Jeff and Kimberly were called over to Ken and Sybil Wylie and that new couple. Dorothy and Richard had moved off to talk to the Warrens. When we were alone Renard stepped closer and smiled at me. “So you decided to make a return visit, eh?”

I nervously brushed aside a strand of red hair before telling him, “Dorothy has this way of talking a girl into something.”

“Are you sure that’s it? Or could it be something else?” He smiled knowingly at me.

“Not you too??”

“The ladies who show up often have more than a morbid curiosity. Nine times out of ten it doesn’t take much to get them to go for a ride. Look how easy it was to get you to ride it twice.”

I blushed again. “Just because I rode it last time doesn’t mean I’m going to ride it this time.” He just chuckled as he shook his head.

At that moment Lorraine came outside. She strode right over to Victor and started talking animatedly. Clearly she wasn’t happy about something.

Their voices got a little louder and I heard him ask her, “Did you try talking her out of it?”

“Victor, you know she doesn’t listen to me!”

“Darling, she doesn’t listen to me either.”

“Uh-oh,” Renard observed. “This doesn’t look good. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Julie?”

“Certainly.” Then he headed off in their direction.

I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there alone like an idiot while watching their discussion. Most of the other couples had gone silent, quietly observing the drama.

When Renard walked over to Victor and Lorraine, they lowered their voices when they realized they were being listened to. I watched and waited before taking a couple of tentative steps in their direction. I was curious as to what was going on. Then I heard Renard tell them, “I’ll go down and keep an eye on her.”

He walked away, only to catch sight of me standing there with a confused look on my face. Some of the couples went back to their conversations. Others watched as he came over to me and shook his head.

“Prudence is here with another boyfriend. She brought some friends with her. She headed right on down to the guillotine room despite Lorraine’s objections. So I told them I’d go down and see what’s going on.”

“Oh… ok.”

“Care to join me?”

“I’d like that, Renard… if it’s not any trouble.”

“No trouble at all, Julie. C’mon.”

We headed inside and went straight for the stairs down to the guillotine room. Renard seemed a little anxious… as though we’d be wise not to waste any time getting down there. Was Prudence riding the guillotine against her mother’s wishes?

We were partway down the stairs when we heard voices drifting up to us. Renard reached out an arm to stop us as we both stopped and listened. It sounded like the guillotine was in use…

“Prudence, I’m not sure I want to do this anymore!”

“Aww, what’s the matter, Vicki? You told me before you came with us that you wanted to go for a ride!”

“P-Prudence, I’m s-scared!”

“But aren’t you excited as well? Isn’t it the least bit of a turn-on knowing the blade could fall any second now?”

“P-Prudence, I don’t want to ride this anymore!”

“Fuck her hard, Wayne! Enjoy that last orgasm before the blade falls, Vicki! Dad’s going to love roasting your meaty ass!”

“PRUDENCE, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Better enjoy that last orgasm while you can, love! It’s going to feel so good when the blade comes down and severs your head!”

At the scream Renard bolted down the remaining steps as I rushed down after him. I saw him leap into the room and rush toward the guillotine. The timer on the monitor on the wall read 54:18.

Prudence and a new guy I didn’t recognize were standing near the front of the guillotine where the new girl’s head was sticking out. Prudence had a maniacal look in her eyes. Her boyfriend looked like he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, although he seemed to be genuinely interested in the outcome.

A new girl sporting short, dirty blonde hair was strapped down naked, rocking from the thrusts while wailing for her life. A naked young man was fucking her hard as Prudence urged him on. My breath caught in my throat as a surge of wildly erotic tingles coursed through my body.

Renard rushed up to the machine just as Prudence noticed his arrival… “Renard, what are you doing down here? Wait, what are you doing?? Daddy needs a roaster so I can go for a ride afterwards, right?? Renard, STOP IT!”

He quickly plugged some numbers into the control pad as the poor girl let out another cry. “Renard, damnit; she’s cumming! Leave her alone!” A moment later the timer on the monitor on the wall froze at 54:49.

The naked girl noticed the timer had stopped ticking away. Her screams faded away as she gasped for breath before going into spasms. I think she fainted dead away, even though her companion was still fucking her. That’s when Prudence wailed, “DAMN YOU, RENARD! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!”

© 2017(Sep 30 ’17)

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Patreon Update 0 (0)

Posted on November 26, 2017 by riwa

Coming December rewards

The start of the Club series called Jamie that includes the Fundraising chapters.
The start of the series I did called “The Island of Female Death Row Inmates”, a series on breath-hold and drowning contests to eliminate the inmates one by one.
Chapter six of First-timer (a “dry” story)
Chapter three of Water Babies
2-3 shorts including Consensual Drownings and Consensual Asphyxia.
2-3 stories being prepared or re-edited for the library (Including another recently started drowning peril picture story)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 5 4.6 (14)

Posted on November 24, 2017 by riwa

5

The girls whimpered through their ball-gags, anxiously looking at each other and then looking at us as though wondering what we were going to do to them. But we weren’t going to do anything to them! After all, they didn’t belong to us.

Stewart finally broke the silence by asking, “Uh, Janelle? Shouldn’t we be going now?”

“I want to stay, Stew. I want to watch the one on the bed get snuffed by whoever she belongs to.” She looked at me in alarm as the one in the electric chair grunted her distress.

“You think they’ll let us stay once they get back, sis?”

“I don’t see why not.” Then I gave him a hopeful look as I added, “Maybe they’ll let us help execute her.” That got them both to whimpering again as they squirmed uncomfortably.

“I wonder who they are, Janelle.”

“Why don’t you go check the door, Stew? Besides, I see a red light blinking over there.”

“Does that mean the door knows when a sensor has popped?”

“Maybe. I suppose you can go check and… hey, another one just came on… and it’s green!”

Stew turned to look in astonishment. “Damn. I wonder what that means, sis.” Then he got up and went over to take a closer look.

“The door says one of them is named Dorothy while the other is named Emma. Which is which?”

“They kinda look like sisters to me, Stew. Can’t you see the family resemblance?”

“Yeah, I guess they do look like sisters.” That’s when the one in the chair grunted as she nodded her head.

“You’re sisters?” I asked her. She grunted and nodded. “Are you Dorothy?” She nodded again. “Well, Stew, I guess that answers that.”

“I think something’s wrong, sis. This light is definitely flashing green. Do we owe more money?”

“Pay ‘em if you have to, Stew! I want to watch them execute Emma. I sure hope they hang her. I want to see a hanging for sure!” The one on the bed grunted anxiously at my words.

Stewart waved our pager over the door. I was happy to see the green light go out as I assumed that meant we owed more money. But the red light remained on.

“Did that do it, Stew? Did you give them more money to allow us to stay in here longer?”

“I just waved the pager over the panel, sis.” Then he looked at it for a second before blurting out, “Hey; this can’t be right! My pager says they now belong to us!”

“What?? That’s crazy!”

I went over to look at the pager in his hand. Sure enough, it indicated they were now under our control. But it showed there were no funds of any kind associated with them. I thought they were supposed to earn money getting fucked in these rooms!

“Are they broke, Stew?? How the hell are they broke? Are we responsible for ‘em now?”

“I don’t know, Janelle.”

“Have we got enough money to support the both of them?”

“I don’t know.”

The door suddenly opened, causing us to jump with a start. My heart leaped into my throat as an attendant walked into the room. “Damn, lady! You nearly scared the shit out of us bursting in like that!”

“I’m sorry, folks. I was a little occupied with Club matters, but I came as soon as I could. My name is Nicole.”

I motioned at the sisters before asking, “What’s going on? What do we do with these two? Our pager says they belong to us now.” I was aware we were all nude in the room except her. Amazingly she said nothing about our nakedness.

“I thought there might be some confusion, Miss, so I came right over. In a nutshell: yes, they belong to you now… that is if you want them.”

“If we want them??”

“The gentlemen who came in with them earlier were playing poker. They just lost everything on that last hand, including these two and all their earnings. I suppose in a certain respect that means they now belong to the Club. But since you two were in here and paid to spend time with them, you have the first option of keeping them or turning them back over to the Club.”

“But that one popped her sensor!” I told her with growing excitement. “That means…”

“…she has to be executed. That’s right; it certainly does.”

“You mean we get to snuff her ourselves??” I was stunned.

“That’s right.”

“You mean… we can hang her right in this very room if we want??” Now I was looking up at the noose as a surge of incredible excitement began to shudder through me. On the bed Emma grunted at my enthusiasm in growing horror, her eyes wide with fright.

“You’re entitled to execute both of them if you so desire. But yes, that one definitely has to die” and she pointed out a naked Emma lying tied spread-eagled on the bed who wriggled and whimpered with fright. Her sister let out a grunt of alarm as she watched, still helplessly strapped down to the electric chair.

Stew looked just as confused as I was. So I asked, “What about the guys they belong to… I mean… the guys who came in with them?”

“Oh they’ve already left the Club. So you don’t have to worry about them getting any money and returning to fetch them. They belong to you now. If you don’t want them or can’t afford them, they revert back to the Club. But since one of them must be executed, your funds on hand should be good enough for a while to cover you and the other one.”

“And we can hang both of them if we want??” Now my pussy was starting to moisten with anticipation as they grunted their distress at my words.

“Yes… if that’s your wish.”

“Wow!” Then I excitedly turned to my brother and told him, “Stew, I want to hang this one for sure!”

“It’s ok with me, Janelle. Her sensor popped so she has to die anyway.”

“That’s what I thought. So I want her to hang for us before I put on my own dance of death for you later.”

Emma grunted her fright from the bed as she shook her head no. Her sibling in the chair whimpered over the predicament her sister now found herself in. That’s when I got really excited as I told the attendant, “Ok. Let’s take ‘em to the Entertainment stage! We’ll hang the one on the bed first. That one is named Emma, right? Then we’ll see what we’re going to do about her sister.”

Stewart gave me a funny look. “Janelle? Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Forgetting what, Stew?”

“Dad’s in the Club.”

I stared at him for a moment as I deflated a little… “Oh yeah.” Then I asked the attendant, “Wait; we can hang her in here, right?”

“Of course. This is a snuff room, and you can use anything in here you want to snuff one or the both of them.”

“That might be better…” Stewart started to say. But I stopped him as I thought more about it.

“Wait a minute. I think she should hang up onstage in front of everybody, Stew. After all, we only got them because we were in the room kinda by accident. They sorta belong to the Club anyway. So I think the Club would love a public execution. Am I right, Nicole?”

“Yes, you’re right. The Club would certainly benefit from a public execution. But the choice is entirely up to you.”

“Janelle, maybe we’d better hang her in here where dad can’t see us.” Then he paused before giving the attendant a worried look.

“Oh yeah; I forgot. They can see into our room. Can we turn off the cameras? …I mean, so the other rooms can’t see the hanging until later… like ‘go private’ or something until after the hanging?” Poor Emma writhed and grunted each time we talked about her impending demise.

“Yes, sir; we’re set up for that. I could help arrange that for you if you want.”

“Wait a minute, Stew! She’s got to be executed anyway; right, Nicole? Daddy can’t stop us because she has to be executed! Stew, don’t you think we should hang her up on stage for everybody to see? I think that would be so hot hanging her up onstage in front of the whole Club.” Once more Emma grunted her distress at my words as her sister Dorothy writhed and whimpered in the chair.

“Janelle, what about dad?”

“He can’t stop a Club hanging; right, Nicole?”

“No, Miss; he can’t. Her sensor has popped so she has to be executed one way or the other.”

“Maybe it’ll be ok, Stew. I want to hang her live up onstage in front of everybody.” Then I asked Nicole, “Would it… I mean… would I be able to… to help with the hanging? Could I be up onstage when you hang her?”

The attendant smiled as she answered, “I think that can be arranged. We like to encourage our clients to enjoy themselves during an execution.” Then she paused before looking at the both of us.

“There seems to be some question as to where you want to carry out the hanging. I can tell you this. If you would like to hang her onstage, we’re prepared to offer you an additional $5,000 in credit to be used here at the Club anytime you want or to take home whatever’s left over when you leave.”

I looked at my brother in astonishment. $5,000?? That was a windfall neither one of us had anticipated! “Stew, let’s do it! We’ll deal with daddy if we see him; ok?”

He’d been hesitant throughout our discussion with the attendant. But her offer seemed to settle it for him. He finally nodded it was ok. If we were going to get a little extra spending cash, it was worth the risk of running into daddy during the execution.

“Great! Stew, let’s get them loose and headed out to the Entertainment stage. I really want to watch this one hang.” I pointed at the sister named Emma lying naked tied spread-eagled on the bed who whimpered again with fright as she looked helplessly in my direction.

Nicole offered to help us get them ready. I let her assist me in freeing Dorothy from the chair as Stewart got Emma untied from the bed. Dorothy looked pale while Emma was positively ashen.

I asked for suggestions from Nicole as to how we should get them out there. She asked if we wanted to parade them through the casino wearing robes or in the nude. “Oh, definitely naked!” I gasped excitedly. Both of them whimpered at that.

“Bound or free?” the attendant continued.

“Can we tie their arms behind their backs? I think a little bondage would make it look so sexy!” That idea sounded really hot.

Stew just smiled at me as Nicole responded by retrieving a couple lengths of rope to tie their wrists behind their backs. When we were done she asked, “Ball-gags in or out, Miss?”

“In!” I declared. “I just love ‘em in those ball-gags!” They whimpered again as their faces turned red with embarrassment.

“I’ll let Monique know we’re coming,” the attendant said as she went over to the door.

She did something to the panel as Stew and I put robes on. I was so amazed the way Nicole didn’t once react to our nudity. Then Stewart came over and quietly asked, “What about dad?”

“What about him, Stew? He can’t stop the hanging, can he? We get to do to them whatever we want, right? He’ll have to wait until we’re done with them. Besides, maybe everything will be ok.”

“I hope so.”

“Oh, don’t be such a worry-wart!”

Nicole came over to us from the door. She checked our captives to make sure they looked ready before smiling at us. “Monique has been alerted at the Entertainment stage. Now I take it you’d like something of a display when we take them out. Would that be an accurate assessment?”

“We sure would!” I replied. The idea of displaying them throughout the Club bound and naked seemed like just the way to add to their sexy humiliation.

“Then how about if I lead you there? I know just the route to give them the most exposure so everyone will know there’s going to be an execution up onstage.”

“That sounds great!”

Stewart looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head in resignation. He knew better than to resist my wishes. Besides, I usually got my way whenever I set my mind on something.

Nicole led us out of the room and down a hall. I got worried when she led us back toward the foyer. Then we entered the casino from the front part of the building. That’s when I realized we had an even longer walk to the Entertainment stage.

I got real excited as I marched Emma forward while Stew escorted Dorothy. I was already thinking about what they might let me do to Emma up onstage. Strangely all those eyes we saw looking at us as we paraded through the casino only turned me on even more.

There was a red glow up in the ceiling. That seemed to get us a few more looks. Those who were too absorbed in gambling at their machines couldn’t be bothered to give us a single glance.

I started worrying about daddy the closer we got. But I figured he had to let us stay and finish off the sisters… well, at least one of them. We’d become responsible for them now, and I was determined to make sure we snuffed the one whose sensor had popped. I figured we’d decide what to do with the other one later.

A crowd was starting to gather when we showed up. There were people over at the roulette wheel, but the gambling looked like it had stopped as they all watched us approach. One attendant manned the wheel while the other in sexy black domination garb came over to greet us as we approached.

“Good evening, folks. My name’s Monique. Nicole alerted me to the situation. The Club is thankful you chose a public execution.”

“We’re really excited about it; right, Stew?” But when I looked at him I saw I was more excited than he was, especially the way he was looking all around us. Maybe he still had daddy on his mind.

“So how do you folks wish to proceed?”

“Well, Monique; we’d like to hang this one.”

I pulled Emma forward by her arm as she let out a muffled cry of alarm. Monique smiled as she looked her up and down. “I think that’s a lovely choice, Miss. This one will put on a great hanging for our guests.”

“Can I ask a question, Monique?”

“Certainly.”

“Could I… I mean… could I help? Could I come up onstage and, uh… is that allowed?”

“Miss, I’d be honored if you’d like to assist me. Do you mind being nude up onstage? I believe the guests would enjoy seeing you naked while you’re interacting with the condemned.”

“Really? I can go up with you?”

All she had to do was smile and nod at me to get me to drop my robe right then and there. Immediately there were cheers, whistles and catcalls all around me. I blushed at all the attention, but I loved it. Stew shook his head with a smile at how excited and brazen I’d become.

Monique instructed me to follow her with Emma in tow as she headed for the steps to the stage. I felt an erotic jolt at the buzzing of the gathering spectators. A lot of people were going to be watching, and I got the shivers something fierce.

Emma let out a grunt and a whimper of alarm as Monique led us right over to the gallows. She went over to the control panel and lowered the noose until it was within reach. Then I glanced back at the crowd.

Stewart and Dorothy were in front with a great view of the stage. He looked like he was starting to get a little excited. I figured he might since he enjoyed hanging me back home.

Meanwhile Dorothy was becoming more and more horrified at what was about to happen to her sister. She stood there naked and ashamed with her arms tied behind her back and that ball-gag in her mouth. She couldn’t even cry out to her sister Emma, and it made her look sexy as hell, especially the way her nipples really stuck out.

Monique gave me the noose and instructed me to loop it around Emma’s neck. The poor girl trembled as I brought it down around her head. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she’d gone deathly pale.

“That’s the way,” Monique told me with a smile as I adjusted the noose. “Honey, you’re good at this.”

In a quiet voice I told her, “That’s because I’ve hanged for my brother back home.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m hoping to hang for him later tonight. Maybe we’ll come back to the stage and do it publicly in front of everyone.”

“Honey, I’d really enjoy that if you did.”

“Would you be the one to hang me?”

“Honey, it would be my honor and privilege.”

I felt another erotic jolt as my breath caught in my throat. Emma whimpered as Monique went over and used the controls to take most of the slack out. Then she came back over with what looked like a little remote control.

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss…?”

“My name’s Janelle?”

“Would you like to do the honors, Miss Janelle?”

I gasped with delight as I happily accepted the remote from her. She told me to wait a moment. Then she took a couple steps forward to address the crowd that had gathered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Janelle has graciously consented to serve tonight as our special guest executrix.”

She motioned at me during the applause, cheers and sexy whistles and catcalls that came my way. Then she turned back to me. “I’ll just stand over here if you need me. Go right ahead.”

“Thanks! Can I do anything I want?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

“Can I like… touch and caress her?”

“Anything you want, honey.”

Wow! That gave me another erotic jolt like you wouldn’t believe. The idea of groping and fondling Emma before I hanged her was an added thrill.

I checked the remote, pointed it right at her and then started to make the noose pull her up. I stopped it right as it took her up onto her toes. I left her there as she let out a muffled gurgle, her eyes wide with fright.

She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t resist. I went over to her and started caressing her all over. Her nipples were hard, and I couldn’t resist rubbing and caressing her sexy boobs.

She shuffled around as she grunted and whimpered. She was so sexy standing there up on her toes. I was incredibly horny touching her and rubbing her all over.

I glanced over at Monique to see if what I was doing was ok. She smiled and nodded… “You’re doing just fine, honey.” I smiled back at her before I started kissing and sucking on Emma’s painfully erect nipples.

She grunted and moaned through her ball-gag. She looked so fucking sexy that I could hardly stand myself. She looked like she was scared and ashamed, pleading with her eyes for me to take her back down and let her go.

I squeezed her ass and groped her tits, enjoying the way she was trembling. That’s when I realized how wet I was. It made me wonder if her pussy was wet as well.

I reached down and fingered her just to see what she would do. I felt her pussy clench around my wriggling fingers. She was really wet, and she whimpered again as she shuffled around.

I was so horny that I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I pointed the remote right at Emma. Then I pushed the button as I gasped, “You’re making me so fucking hot, Emma! I’ve got to hang you right now!”

Her eyes flew open in horror as her feet left the floor. I stopped her when she was about four inches off the ground. That’s when the excitement swelled within me.

At first her feet fluttered for the floor. It was right there just out of reach. Then her legs began to kick as she started scissoring her legs back and forth.

Her struggles intensified as she fought against the noose. I felt the excitement swell inside me as she twisted and gyrated. She was putting on one hell of a show!

She stiffened as her feet fluttered for the floor again. Then once more her legs scissored as she swung back and forth. I could see drool leaking out around that ball-gag in her mouth to spill onto her tits.

I heard her rasp and gurgle as she tried to breathe. The more she kicked, the tighter the noose became. She was wearing a thick one around her throat, making me hopeful her dance would last several minutes.

All of the sudden she threw her chest out. Then she started fucking the air, humping and thrusting. I got the impression she was trying to fuck everyone in the room. Damn; what a thrill!

There was another gurgle for breath as she thrust outward with her crotch. Then I saw a spray of fluid. I let out a cry as I climaxed right then and there, so turned on that she’d orgasmed right there in the noose.

Instinctively I dropped between her legs onto my knees, helping to lift her legs up over my shoulders. I buried my face in her snatch and eagerly started feasting on her dripping fluids. I was totally oblivious to everything around but the sexy hangee strangling to death right in front of me.

She tried to clench with her thighs… tried to use me and my head to lift herself up to ease the strain around her neck. She humped my face as I thrust my tongue deep in her pussy. I could feel her clenching around it, and it drove me wild.

She thrust her chest out and started humping again. I fell over backward until I was lying flat on my back right in front of her. When Emma started fucking the air again I jammed my fingers in my throbbing cunt and fucked myself silly until we both orgasmed at just about the same time.

I heard cheers and excited cries behind me. I was dimly aware we were being watched the entire time. But I only had eyes for Emma’s sexy, dying body.

She settled down again until she gently swung back and forth. By this time I could see her neck was actually starting to stretch. She looked so fucking sexy that I just couldn’t help myself.

Once more I went in between her legs on my knees. I rested them on my shoulders, but she didn’t have the strength to use me to lift herself up. Then I feasted on her dripping pussy again.

I tasted a mixture of cum and urine, but I didn’t care. I fucked her hole with my tongue and was able to detect a faint clenching of her twat. But that was about the only response I got from her, other than a few muscles twitches and spasms.

Her pussy quivered as I licked and probed. That’s when I fell over backward again and masturbated unashamedly while looking up at her. I noticed a few more muscle twitches from her sexy, naked body. Then I saw a trickle of urine running down her leg to dribble onto the floor.

That did it for me as I went off in orgasm again. I was dimly aware of the crowd cheering behind me. But the orgasm was so intense that I got all disoriented.

When I regained my senses and looked up I saw Monique bending over me with a huge smile on her face. “That was so sexy, Miss Janelle.” Then she reached down to give me a hand.

She helped pull me to my feet to wild applause. Emma gently swung back and forth, her naked body slowly twisting in one direction and then the other. That’s when I became aware of the guests clapping behind me.

“Better turn to acknowledge your admirers, honey.”

I turned and saw everyone cheering. Stewart had his hand under his robe as though he’d just been masturbating. Dorothy was pale as a ghost, utterly horrified as she stared in shocked disbelief.

I blushed as they all cheered me. Then Monique motioned in my direction as she proudly declared, “Ladies and gentlemen… Miss Janelle!” I blushed even more as the cheers got louder.

© 2017 (Oct 12 ’17)

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The asphyxia bet 4.5 (13)

Posted on November 18, 2017 by riwa

(Inspired by the picture below)


My boyfriend knew what an asphyxia slut I was. He often told me one day I was going to strangle myself to death. I just responded with a smile by telling him, “Yeah, but what a way to go!”

We were out of town one weekend at a nice resort when I got into one of my “moods” again. Justin looked at me and shook his head. Then he surprised me.

He told me to fetch my special glass dildo and some rope I’d brought along to help get me off. Then we went out into the courtyard and around the corner to a private little area. It had a nice cushioned wicker couch with some privacy, but was open to where anyone could walk in on us.

He asked me, “If you could entertain me while getting yourself off right now, what would you do?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, baby!” I looked all around to make sure we were still alone. Then I went right to work.

I slung the rope up over a wooden brace above the wicker couch. I stripped down to just my black high heels before looping one end of the rope around my neck. Then I hooked the other end to my right heel.

I smiled coyly at him as I started playing with myself while applying tension to the rope. I used my dildo to rub my clit. Then I pushed it in and out of my pussy.

I could tell I was making him hard, and it gave me a thrill. I fucked myself until I experienced a delicious, breathless orgasm. Then I smiled at him as I got my breath back.

“That’s my asphyxiation slut,” he said with a smile. Then he gave me a mischievous look as he asked, “Care to make things a little more interesting?”

I was intrigued. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll bet you that new car you’ve been wanting. You spend all afternoon out here playing with yourself. If anyone shows up, you have to fuck yourself for them. Then you have to do whatever they want with no questions asked. After a while I’ll come out to get you and we’ll go out to eat, that is if you haven’t strangled yourself first while showing off.”

I looked at him in surprise. I must admit, the idea intrigued me, especially the idea of playing in front of others as they watched. Then I asked, “But… but what if someone decides to, uh… to take me a little too far?”

“That’s the bet. It’s the chance you’ll have to take, Sadie. When I come back out, you’ll either be alive or dead. But I’m betting you’re going to chicken out and come in early before I come out to get you. If you do that, no car. So what do you think? Want to take a chance by putting on a show for anyone who comes along? Or will you get too excited and strangle yourself before I get back?”

The thought of someone coming up and strangling me while fucking me both frightened and exhilarated me. To make matters worse, my boyfriend pulled down on my leg, tightening the rope as he took my glass dildo and fucked me with it. In no time at all I was cumming hard again.

He left me breathless after pulling out the toy. I was soaked and buzzing. I don’t think I was in my right mind when I murmured, “You got yourself a bet, baby.”

“That’s what I thought. See you in a few hours, Sadie… that is, if you’re still breathing.” Then he walked away.

Gawd; what had I gotten myself into?? The smart thing would have been to get dressed, go back to our room and admit I wasn’t that crazy. I could’ve told him he was right and that I took way too many chances. But then I started thinking about it.

First: would anyone even come around the corner to see me out here? It was possible I might get a visitor or two. But what would they do if they saw me like this?

Would they fuck me after watching me masturbate right in front of them? Would they take my toy and use it on me while I was sitting here half strangled? The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became.

I took my toy and started fucking my pussy with it again. At the same time I pulled on the rope with my leg, restricting my breath. It gave me another delicious orgasm. The cushions on the wicker couch were going to be soaked before I was through. But it was certainly going to be an afternoon to remember; that is, if I survived the ordeal.

My first visitors were an older couple in their 60’s. I think they were frequent visitors and had wanted to use the furniture to sit outside for a while. I don’t know who was shocked more when they appeared: them or me. But I remembered my bet… and after all, a bet was a bet.

I took my toy and started fucking myself with it as I tightened the rope around my neck. At first I thought I was going to disgust them. But they ended up staying and watching until after I shuddered in orgasm.

When I was done she grabbed her husband. “C’mon, Willard. Let’s go to the room.”

“What for, Mildred? You just got done taking a nap!” She just dragged him away.

The last words I heard were, “I don’t want to take a nap. C’mon, you old fart. That slut made me horny!”

Hearing them talk like that was such a turn-on that I began to fuck myself again. I worked the dildo nice and slow so as not to rush things. After all, it was going to be a long afternoon and I had to pace myself.

I experienced another climax before pausing to take a break. 20 minutes later I heard voices. This couple in their 30’s rounded the corner. As soon as they saw me they blurted out, “What the hell?? What that old couple said was true!”

I blushed with embarrassment. But a bet is a bet. I started playing with myself with the dildo right in front of them, spreading my pussy lips wide for them to see.

They didn’t take off while I was masturbating. I thought I might drive more folks off. But so far I was 2 for 2 with couples sticking around.

The guy liked what he was seeing as he gushed, “Just look at her, Melissa!”

“Damn, Joe! I thought that old couple was crazy when they said they saw her out here!” I felt the flush of embarrassment as I kept on fucking myself, incredibly turned on at my new set of voyeurs.

The woman came over and pushed down on my leg to help restrict my breathing. I struggled to get a good breath, but a bet was a bet. I just kept fucking myself slowly, trying to make it last before I was overcome with another orgasm.

The woman knelt close and started touching me all over while keeping the strain on the rope. I shuddered with arousal as I kept fucking myself. “Damn, Joe! She just keeps right on masturbating no matter how much I strangle her!”

She took the toy right out of my hand. Then she started pushing it in and out for herself. When she kissed me before licking my dripping snatch, I nearly lost it right then and there.

She pushed down on my leg, strangling me even more as she licked me while fucking me with my own toy. The guy came in and started groping my boobs. I shuddered hard before I went off in orgasm.

She let up on the rope and backed away. She turned toward her man and saw how horny he’d become. So she gave him a warning glance.

“I bet you’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you!” Then she dropped my glass dildo in my lap as she grabbed his arm and forcefully dragged him away. I don’t think she liked the way I’d turned him on.

I took advantage of the lull by catching my breath. I wondered how long it would be before Justin came back. At the rate this was going, I was going to end up a mushy puddle of cum on the cushions before it was all over.

I got a half hour break before this single guy came around the corner. He stopped and stared… “What the hell?” But I had to do what I had to do.

I looked right at him as I started playing with myself. I added some tension to the rope around my neck as I rubbed my toy over my clit. Then I split my labia to show him my pussy before pushing the dildo inside.

I fucked myself with it as I gave him a smoldering look. He came over and put his hands on my leg to add to the tension on the rope. I just kept masturbating with that toy.

He slowly took it from me and masturbated me with it. I gasped as I moaned, “Yes… yes… fuck yes.” He looked right at me as he applied some more pressure to my leg, which only made things worse… “Yes… fuck yes… strangle me!”

I shuddered hard as he fucked an orgasm right out of me with my toy. I could tell he had a huge bulge. I was almost glad to see him unzip his fly and pull out his dick. I needed a fuck!

He smiled as he pushed it right into my soaking wet cunt. Then he started fucking me as he applied tension to the rope. It set me off like you wouldn’t believe… “Yes… fuck yes… OH FUCK… STRANGLE ME… OH FUCK!”

He almost cut my breath off as he came inside me. Then he blushed as he pulled out and quickly zipped up. He bid me a hasty “Thank you” before rushing off. But the intense orgasm had been well worth it.

I got a well-earned break for another 40 minutes or so before these two guys showed up. I think they’d been told about my presence out here because they seemed to be looking for me. They looked like they worked for a construction company.

I smiled at them as I wasted no time playing with myself again. I thrust my dildo in and out of my pussy, working myself up into a lather. I got really turned on when they both unzipped and pulled their dicks out.

One came over to fuck me while the other got close enough for me to reach over and give him a blowjob. They teased me by pushing down on my leg, partially strangling me. It was so hot that I came all over that first guy’s cock as he unloaded his spunk inside me.

They switched places, and I got fucked again while sucking on a different cock. Once more they partially strangled me. It was so hot that I came all over again, orgasming around that hot cock up my twat until I got another helping of baby batter.

They zipped up and left, giving me another break in the action. The cushion I was sitting on was soaked clear through. I took the opportunity to catch my breath, hoping there wouldn’t be too many more. Otherwise I was liable to cum myself to death.

I was amazed when that old couple returned. I didn’t know if Justin was watching or not. But a bet was a bet, and I wearily went back to masturbating right in front of them.

“Damn, Willard! She’s doing it again!”

“She sure is, Mildred!”

“She’s turning me on again, Willard. In fact, I think it would be so hot watching you fuck her.”

“You think so? Do you really want me to fuck her?”

“Gawd yes, Willard! Fuck that slut! I think she wants it! You fuck her and I’ll strangle her!”

My breath caught in my throat as he unzipped and pulled his cock out. I couldn’t believe she was going to let him fuck me! He had an average sized cock that went right in as she pushed down on my leg, tightening the rope around my throat.

He thrust like a patient man, and I got a long, glorious fuck. She kept strangling me with my rope until I couldn’t stand it any longer… “Fuck me – fuck me – STRANGLE ME!” Then I came all over his cock as he gasped in release.

The woman looked at me and smiled. “Damn, honey. That’s twice you’ve turned me on! I think my husband here is going to get lucky again!” Then she grabbed my toy and started fucking my wet pussy with it while tightening the rope around my neck.

I rasped and gurgled; fuck, what a rush! I couldn’t believe how hot it made me to turn those old coots on! I saw him get hard again as she fucked me with my toy until I soaked the furniture again with my fluids. They thanked me before leaving all happy as clams.

I didn’t get five minutes before Joe was back without Melissa. Once more I started fucking myself with my toy. I was getting exhausted, wishing Justin would hurry up and get out here so I could win my car.

He wasted no time unzipping. Then he plunged his cock right into me, pushing down on my leg and strangling me as he fucked me. Gawd; I was going to cum all over again!

He scared me a little when he strangled me extra hard. He groped my boobs as he really fucked me. My eyes rolled as I shuddered hard in orgasm. Then I think I passed out.

When I came back around he was pulling out of my cum-filled pussy as I got a fresh breath of air. He looked like he was worried he might have killed me. I was woozy from that last orgasm, and I moaned softly before he rushed off.

I was getting exhausted. Where the hell was Justin? I was in la-la land from my many orgasms. Perhaps this time I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

I groaned inwardly when Joe’s wife Melissa came out 10 minutes later. She looked none too happy. But I wanted that car, and I dutifully started masturbating with my glass dildo again.

“Fuck my husband, did you? Did he come out and stick his dick in you?” She sounded a little angry.

I decided to say nothing. I just kept fucking myself with the toy. But this time I don’t think it worked.

“Fucking whore!” she snarled. Then she grabbed my toy and really started fucking me hard with it. At the same time she put a lot of tension on the rope around my neck.

I really started to rasp and gurgle as she fucked me. My stupid pussy responded as it always did. But this time I became more than a little alarmed at how hard she was strangling me.

I tried to play along. But it was like she was raping me with my toy while she was trying to strangle me to death! She pushed down on my leg and tightened the rope until I could barely get a whisper of air down my windpipe!

I went off like a rocket, my eyes rolling. She kept snarling, “Fucking whore! You fucked him, didn’t you! You fucking loved it, didn’t you!”

I got to the point where I couldn’t breathe at all. But she refused to let up. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I went from one orgasm right into the next… and then the next.

“Whore! Fucking whore! You want to be strangled? Then you’re going to be strangled, bitch!”

I couldn’t stop cumming; I just couldn’t stop cumming! I tried to make my arms reach out to stop her, but they had no strength. My eyes rolled as my tongue slithered out in surrender.

My orgasms suddenly faded. It was as though all my senses had shut down. Then strangely I was looking at Melissa from behind her, watching in astonishment as she kept fucking a woman sitting on the wicker furniture while strangling her just as hard as she could. That’s when I realized that woman was me.

My body was spasming, but I couldn’t feel a thing. My nipples were so hard, my pussy clenching like crazy. But it was as though it was happening to somebody else.

My body on the wicker couch settled down until there were only a few stray muscle twitches. She kept fucking me while strangling me with my own rope set-up. She finally exhausted herself, and she paused to catch her breath, panting like crazy while leaving my toy in my cunt.

“Take that, you fucking whore! You’ll never fuck my Joe again, that’s for sure! You can stay out here and get fucked by everyone who loves necro sex for all I care!”

She walked off in a huff, leaving me there with my eyes glazed over and my tongue sticking out. There was a definite red mark around my neck. My nipples were hard, one of them dripping from the drool that had spilled off my lips.

My corpse sat like that until that one guy came back. I think he wanted seconds. He looked all around to make sure the coast was clear before unzipping his fly, pulling my toy out and then sticking his dick inside my corpse.

I watched him push down on my leg to strangle me as he fucked my body on the furniture. But I didn’t respond. Didn’t he know I was dead?? Maybe my body was warm enough that he wasn’t paying any attention.

He finally took a closer look at me. He blurted out a shocked, “Oh FUCK!” Then he hastily pulled out, zipped up, stuck my toy back into my cunt, and then left. I guess it finally dawned on him he was fucking a corpse.

It was another half hour before Justin came out. He saw my body on the furniture and walked up to it. Then he checked for a pulse.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh, telling my dead body, “I knew this was going to happen one day, Sadie. At least you went out with a bang.” Then he unzipped his fly and started fucking my corpse.

I couldn’t help smiling at what I was seeing. At least he was enjoying my dead body. Besides, I knew my pussy was still wet as hell from all those fucks and all that cum.

He finally emptied himself inside me. Then he pulled out and zipped up. “Guess I’ll have to get around to calling the cops in a few minutes. I’ll have to tell them what happened. I don’t know if you did it to yourself or if someone else did it to you. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.” Then he slowly walked away, shaking his head.

All of the sudden my vision started to get fuzzy. It was like the scene was zooming out. My body was getting farther and farther away. Then it was gone, and I was in some sort of a starfield moving really fast toward some unknown destination, never to experience a strangulation orgasm again…

© 2017 (written for Sadie Oct 17 ’17 by riwa)

(Picture maniped by Sadie and used for illustration purposes only.)

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November 17, 2017 Update 0 (0)

Posted on November 17, 2017 by riwa

It was six months ago today that Mary passed away. I sat at her bedside and held her hand while they disconnected her breathing tube to see if she could breathe on her own. It didn’t take long, and I soon learned the tube she’d been using for several years was more important for lung function that I’d previously assumed.

She was back in ICU because her heart kept stopping on her. On the previous Saturday of that week after I left to go to lunch, a friend told me he stood outside the door listening while they kept shocking her heart to get it going again. I guess she finally got tired of the discomfort of them doing that to her.

When I went back to see her Sunday morning I learned she’d made the decision in the early morning hours for them not to shock her heart again should it quit on her. They were making her comfortable and were no longer feeding her. I was glad the decision was made to see if she could breathe on her own as I didn’t want her to slowly starve until her heart finally stopped again.

For all the years I’d known her she’d expressed a fear of death. Now she didn’t want the pain anymore. I guess at some point we all reach our limits.

Her passing ended my weekly visits to see her, and I got on with my life. I guess I had emotionally severed my connection with her some years before. But Saturdays became a little quieter than usual… perhaps a little bit emptier.

Upon reflection, it occurs to me why I may have handled these last six months in reasonably good order. After all, I’m a sensitive soul and I’m watching my blood pressure. So something like this can affect a person in unseen medical ways. But in my case I seem to be doing all right. For you see, a Saturday tradition has still continued.

I’ve been working on a major writing project for a friend overseas. His gratitude is such that he’s been sending me money to eat out in restaurants I wouldn’t normally visit in my quest to be wise with my spending habits. He would tell me to go eat at a nice place on him after my visit with Mary. And those meals have continued. If anything, those meals have become a regular thing, much to my embarrassment at his generosity.

As I sit here and think about it, it may very well be that Saturdays have not significantly changed all that much other than my loss of a visit with Mary. I still go out to enjoy a nice meal, and I get to chat with friendly waitresses who have gotten to know me through my frequent visits. So in essence I believe he has unknowingly helped me through this time by keeping up something of a tradition so my life didn’t drastically change on the weekends.

Sometimes it helps to pause and reflect. And right now I find myself reflecting on this tradition that may have had more of an impact on helping with my grieving that I thought. Sometimes you just never know what will get you through a trying time.

I suppose if I thought about it further I would have to say that all of you have also helped me through this period. I have had to focus on what I will post next, what variety should I include, and what stories to prepare. It is hard to feel bad about a life event when you are running stories through your head trying to decide what tale to post that your readers might enjoy reading next.

So I want to thank you as well for helping me through these last six months. I strongly suspect it has not been as difficult as it might have been had I not had this outlet to pour my creativity into. So thank you so much for stopping by and for being there. Take care, and I do hope the holidays are special to all of you this year…

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Hell to Pay 3.5 (6)

Posted on November 12, 2017 by riwa

(By guest author CS Fisher)

Melissa closed the door from her carport, and turning inside, stood still for a moment. Too much, she thought. She simply had too much going on.

After a moment, she had gathered her will together and slipped off the jacket of her suit. Draping it over the end of her sofa, she went to look out the window, shoulders tense, a vague ache in her forehead over her eyes, and tension making her hug herself.

The view outside was beautiful, but that didn’t matter. Her attention was inward, not on the sun setting behind the hills to the west, beyond her little swimming pool. The job as director of corporate compliance had been enticing; it was a nine to five position, while friends who had graduated with her were putting in twelve hour days at their law firms. Reviewing policies and procedures, checking what was written with actual practice…it had seemed simple. How much stress could it entail to read dull files, attend daily meetings, and report on the changes that should be made in the policies? How often would a manufacturer of office products deal with the threat of lawsuits?

As it turned out, pretty often. She had reckoned without the internal personnel issues that left bright, competitive managers enraged at capricious firings, indiscreet words from division chiefs drawing civil rights investigations, or mercenary bean counters who would only fund a high school dropout as her administrative assistant. A tearful session with Mike Schiffer, who knew he was about to be fired, had made her stomach churn. Then a confrontation with serial provocateur Ed Lawson, who thought he could bully his way through any situation, had left her trembling with what she recognized was fear after the fact. It had been almost as bad as the confrontation with Jeff Summerall the previous week. They couldn’t prove he was cheating clients. This deprived Melissa of any power in the face of his taunts and veiled threats. He had left, but intimated that he would exact revenge in some unspecified fashion.

Extending one hand out in front of her, Melissa watched it tremble. “God,” she breathed. Abruptly, she moved to the refrigerator where a black cardboard box labelled Pinot Noir dispensed a glass of deep burgundy wine into her coffee mug.

Five minutes later, the cup was empty; and ten minutes later, the refill was also drained. Melissa stared guiltily at the few drops remaining in the bottom. The alcohol was starting to have its effect, though, and by the time the third mug was done, so to was the shaking in her hands and the sense of panic Melissa realized that she had been feeling. The sensation had been like she couldn’t quite get her breath. Taking a book off the shelf next to the sliding glass door to the patio, she kicked off her shoes and seated herself on the sofa to try and read. Five minutes later the sound of her soft snoring could be heard. And was heard by Jeff Summerall, who had been watching and listening in on a nanny-cam he had hidden in Melissa’s home three days previously.

Soon thereafter, he silently let himself in the same way he had entered previously; a master key from a collection he had purchased from a retiring Spanish cat burglar. Inside, he stood and watched Melissa for several minutes. Her snoring deepened, and he smiled as he set his canvas duffel bag down. It was already unzipped, in anticipation of opening it noiselessly.

Carefully withdrawing a set of handcuffs wrapped in paper towels to minimize clinking, he set them on the back of the sofa near where Melissa’s head was slumping on her breast. A clean handkerchief followed, as did a big piece of pre-cut microfoam tape. Lifting the cuffs carefully, Jeff mentally rehearsed the exact moves he would make, and how he would neutralize the reactions his attack would provoke. Standing still over Melissa, he ran through in his head the actions one last time. And he pounced.

When Melissa’s eyes and mouth flew open, Jeff was already straddling her and waiting with the handkerchief folded tightly. When it went into her mouth and she grabbed for it, he was ready; seizing her wrist, he flipped her onto her face with a wristlock any aikido player would have recognized. The cuffs ratcheted shut on her wrists behind her back, the handkerchief was deftly repositioned, and the tape quickly locked it in place while Melissa bucked between his legs.

That done, Jeff paused, resting, his weight holding Melissa down. Thus far, everything had gone according to plan. Pushing himself up, Jeff wiped the sweat off his brow, and realized he had left the duffel out of reach. Oh well, perfection wasn’t possible, he reflected. Grabbing Melissa by an ankle, he dragged her to where the rest of his equipment lay.

Once there, he wrestled with her for a minute to get her onto her face. Then remounting her, he fished into his bag for the cotton sash cord stowed there.

Getting her ankles secured was harder, and he took a bony heel in the face in the process. She had kicked off her pumps before he ever arrived, but he knew he would still have a bruise the next day. Suppressing the urge to pound her face with the side of his fist, he continued working with the cord. At last, soaked with sweat but satisfied, he stood over Melissa while she looked up at him, silent, eyes wide.

”Bitch. I told you there would be hell to pay.” His voice was calm, but the struggle had dried his mouth out, and he had to stop and restate it. She just stared at him.

Leaning over his duffel, he pulled out a hunting knife in its sheath. Unsnapping it and dropping the leather shroud back in his supply bag, he held the knife up to where she could see it. Now Melissa stiffened and whimpered a little.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not going to cut you. If you cooperate.” He bent down to start cutting away her clothes.

A wail escaped from somewhere inside her, loud despite the gag. “I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Jeff grabbed her throat with his left hand, and held the knife in front of her face, too close for Melissa to focus her eyes. She fell silent, though.

A few minutes later Melissa’s clothing formed a pile of rags on the floor. Melissa lay on her side, blinking away tears and catching shuddering breaths. Jeff smiled. “Hell to pay,” he said, as much to himself as Melissa.

Moving to the sliding glass doors, Jeff slid them wide open to the darkening desert vista outside. The desert air had started to cool, but the concrete radiated dry heat. The odor of chlorine from the pool wafted in. Jeff looked outside, and then moving back in, searched out the light switch panel he knew would be somewhere close at hand. A few experimental flips of a switch, and he found the underwater pool lights, leaving the patio floods off.

Moving to Melissa, he asked, “Are you going to help, or will I have to drag you?” She didn’t understand at first, but soon found herself hopping while Jeff stabilized her and steered her outside. Still half-panicked, Melissa looked around, wondering what was going on. Jeff extended a leg and casually shoved Melissa over it, sending her thudding painfully down onto the concrete. He went back inside while Melissa lay on the warm patio, weeping.

When Jeff returned, he was holding a disk Melissa couldn’t make out in the light cast by the pool lights. The house was on an unlit street with no neighbors in half a mile. All Melissa could tell was that the object was plate-sized. He set it down next to her on the concrete, where it settled with a clank. Jeff knelt by her feet, and Melissa watched as he began securing the object to the cords encircling her ankles. Finished, he looked into her face, his grin was just visible. “Ready for a swim?”

Melissa’s eyes darted to the disk. Recognizing the metal barbell plate now, she started to scream. Jeff lifted the plate with one hand, and grabbing the cordage between her ankles, dragged her to the edge of the deep end of the pool. Dropping the plate in the water first, he said only, “Good bye.” A shove, and Melissa followed the plate to the bottom.

Melissa got only part of a breath before the warm pool water slapped her in the face, and then began pressing in on her eardrums. Melissa landed on the pool bottom on her already-bruised ass, but just made a fleeting contact before her buoyancy started to make her drift upwards. She thrashed, trying to get her hands free, but the cuffs were inescapable, and tight wraps of cordage around her upper arms made it impossible to reach the ropes holding her ankles.
Keeping her eyes open against the sting of the chlorinated water, Melissa looked around desperately for any means of escape. Looking upwards, she could just make out the form of Jeff, standing at poolside, looking down at her.

Terror made her redouble her efforts to tear loose from her restraints, and she began to grow numb as her efforts quickly depleted her oxygen. The urge to breathe in grew stronger, as did the loud pounding of her pulse in her ears. Exhausted and focused on fighting not to inhale, Melissa went still. With the easing of her struggles, the water surface settled a bit, and she could make out Jeff’s smug expression, demonic, lit from beneath by the pool lights in an accurate parody of theatrical ghoul lighting. One more whimper escaped her, and like a slow leak in a car tire, a thin stream of bubbles began to trail upwards from between her lips. The trickle became a flood that roiled the water surface. It cleared just in time for Jeff to watch Melissa open her mouth and gasp a lungful of treated pool water.

Her face changed somehow, the transition from terror to painful agony, guessed. Melissa began thrashing again. It subsided in perhaps ten seconds, and buoyancy gone, Melissa settled down to rest, face up, on the bottom. Her eyes were still open, but her expression had eased. Jeff watched for long minutes to see if he could spot the point at which Melissa’s heart stopped, but disappointingly, nothing seemed to change.

With a bit of a rueful chuckle, he started to turn away, and then stopped to look back one last time. Maybe…

…but no, he could detect no difference in the onetime lawyer’s face. Jeff chuckled, and headed inside to clean up. Just before going, he paused to flip off the pool lights, and wondered if Melissa would have been able to see the stars from where she lay. Probably, he decided, before he left to hike to his car and head home.

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Victor’s Guillotine 5 4.4 (14)

Posted on November 6, 2017 by riwa

5

I don’t think I was nervous about being naked in front of them so much as I was nervous about getting into that damned guillotine again. And this time I’d really stepped in it! I’d all but told Renard to fuck me while I was strapped in.

I finished undressing in front of them. I was trembling a little as Prudence unhappily put her clothes back on. I got the impression I’d taken the spotlight off her by my actions.

She covered herself well by putting on a smile that seemed only partially forced. “Going to try the guillotine with Renard, eh? Let’s see if daddy’s going to end up with a second roaster before it’s all said and done.” Her words didn’t reassure me very much.

I slowly climbed onto the cushioned bench face down, staring at the opening for my neck. I slid myself forward, making sure my legs hung off the end with my ass exposed. Then I pushed my head all the way through the lunette.

I looked down and saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket below. I’d forgotten all about that, and I inhaled sharply as I started to get the shakes something fierce. It was all I could do not to slide back out and climb off the bloody thing.

While I was lying there I heard Prudence ask, “Want me to help you strap in your girlfriend, Renard?” She sounded a little indignant over the way he had apparently gotten over her by moving on with me.

“Oh, I think I’ve got it, Prudence. I can strap Julie in myself.”

“Oh no; I insist.”

I felt movement as they got on either side of me. Together they strapped me down with my arms at my sides until I could hardly move. It scared me even more knowing there was no escape for me until someone decided to let me out. I was both frightened and aroused like you wouldn’t believe.

I think Prudence cinched me down a little too tight because I felt a strap snug me down until it pinched me. I yelped and whimpered as I tried to shrug it off while those digital numbers stared me in the face reading 35:00. “Just making sure you don’t fall off, sweetie,” the bitch observed, her attitude showing through as she tugged on the straps.

I felt a swat on my ass, making me flinch. Prudence laughed as she gasped, “I bet you tap that a lot, don’t you, Renard?” I could tell she was trying to enjoy herself despite the fact I seemed to be upstaging her.

“Every chance he gets,” I responded bravely, trying to put on a good front. “Now step around here so I can see your cock, baby. I want to get you n-nice and hard for my pussy.”

I had butterflies in my stomach as I tried to calm my wildly beating heart by taking deep breaths. Renard came around until he was standing right in front of me. When he hesitated, I tried to make Prudence think I’d sucked him many times before as I gasped, “C’mon, baby. Let me t-taste that glorious dick of yours. You know how m-much I enjoy it.”

He hesitated again as though wanting to give me the opportunity to back out. When I didn’t respond, he slowly took it out. My eyes widened in surprise at how nice and thick it was as it started to grow.

He had to help me by sticking it into my mouth. I took him between my lips and started to suck. In no time at all he began to swell until he looked to be a good seven inches long. I decided right then and there Prudence was a fool for giving him up.

I grunted and moaned as I sucked on his thrusting shaft. I was fully aware what he was going to do with it next as I got him nice and hard. Once more I found myself wondering what the hell I was thinking. Then I grunted as though indicating I was ready and that he should go around behind me and fuck me.

His cock slurped out of my mouth from the suction as he pulled out. I was trembling like crazy as I gasped, “I’m really looking f-forward to this, baby. Make it a f-fuck to remember.” If anything I wanted him to do whatever it took to put that bitch in her place despite the risk I was taking.

When he stepped away I again saw that digital number on the wall monitor right in front of me. I glanced down and was reminded of my stupidity when I saw Rita’s blood staining the wicker basket. It really gave me the shakes.

What was I thinking?? Was I totally insane for doing this again, this time with more time showing on the timer? Was this really such a bright idea? What if my head ended up on a pike next to Rita’s??

“Looks like you got a live one here, Renard.” Prudence sounded jealous. Then I heard her tell him, “I’ll set the timer in motion while you start shagging your girlfriend.”

There was a clatch as she fastened the latch to the lunette, locking it down. The digital numbers started moving… 35:01… 35:02… 35:03. It hit me with an erotic jolt as I realized I was now committed to the guillotine for the next five minutes if not longer, depending on how much time Renard took with me.

I felt a nose push up against my puckered anus as a tongue started licking my twat. I gasped and whimpered, unable to wriggle around very much as I was filled with a surge of wildly erotic tingles. What the hell was he doing to me back there??

I stared at the timer, remembering Rita didn’t get to ride the guillotine very long before the blade fell. Then I made the mistake of looking down into that wicker basket again. Once more I saw all those blood stains, and it really set me to trembling like mad. Bloody hell!

Was I to suffer a similar fate?? Had I made a really stupid mistake?? I was filled with fear as well as an incredible arousal as that tongue pushed into my cunt while a nose pressed against my anal opening.

“Getting her all worked up, eh?” Now Prudence really sounded jealous. I half expected her to tell her boyfriend to pay attention, but she didn’t say anything else.

I gasped and whimpered as Renard made me wet as hell. My eyes were locked on those red digits as they ticked my life away… 35:24… 35:25… 35:26. I was frightened of course… and yet I felt such an erotic thrill at the predicament I was in.

A finger pushed into my pussy as he licked and nibbled. I writhed and whimpered as I gasped, “Oh fuck; just like that!” We’d never fucked before, but he was certainly pleasing me as though he knew exactly what would push my buttons.

He rimmed my anus, and I quivered and moaned. He pushed his tongue inside, and I gasped and whimpered. The digital readout passed 36:00 as my heart pounded in my chest.

Rita had gone barely a minute and a half after her program had started. Was I going to go the same way?? For some reason that thought really scared me, and my eyes opened wider as I started to tremble while the timer ticked 36:18… 36:19… 36:20.

He went back to licking my pussy, fingering me as the timer passed 36:35. I winced and whimpered, noting I’d gone longer than Rita. Maybe I was going to be all right after all. But I still had to ride it to 40:00 before I’d be allowed to get out of the bloody contraption.

Renard went back and forth, tonguing my clit and pussy and then rimming my ass. The timer passed 37:00 as I moaned and whimpered. When he tongued my opening as he fingered my cunt, I went off like a rocket.

I shuddered hard in orgasm as my vision dimmed. I panted for breath until it passed. When I looked up, I saw the timer at 37:21… 37:22… 37:23. That’s when Prudence unhappily muttered, “She just came, the lucky bitch.”

I moaned as his face pulled away. Then I felt his cock push right into my pussy. I groaned as he slowly filled me until I was really gasping and whimpering.

He fucked me nice and slow as the timer reached 38:00. I had two more minutes to get through if I was going to survive before the blade fell. But he felt incredible inside me as I writhed and moaned, and I gasped for breath as he fucked pleasure into my cunt.

His thrusts were nice and gentle as though we were in the middle of a long, lazy fuck with no urgency whatsoever. There was nothing either one of us could have done about it at any rate. I was locked into the bloody guillotine until the timer hit 40:00.

He was really thick and hard in my pussy. Instinctively I clenched around his shaft as though trying to pull him deeper inside me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, especially while staring at that damned digital display. Glancing down at the blood staining the wicker below my head only added to my erotic anxiety.

Prudence came around front into my line of sight until I saw her legs. “Liking that, are we?” she asked. There was a tinge of unhappiness in her tone. She sounded jealous as hell.

“Fuck… you have… no idea! Renard, you never told me… it would be… this incredible!” I said it because I believed it… but also because I was still determined to put the bloody bitch in her place, even if it cost me my head. What the hell was I thinking offering Renard my cunt in the guillotine while his former bitch girlfriend stood and watched??

He was thrusting nice and slow when the timer reached 39:00. There was no change of pace at 39:30. Bloody hell, was he going to take me right on past??

A part of me was expecting the whole thing to shut down at 40:00. But the timer kept going as he went right on fucking me. Now I felt like I was living on borrowed time.

I gasped and whimpered as he started to pick up the pace at 40:43. My pussy felt like it was on fire from an insane arousal. A good, hard thrust at 41:27, and I was orgasming again. But he still hadn’t cum yet.

I felt an erotic jolt as I reconsidered the matter. Had I miscalculated the whole damned thing? Was he going to fuck me until the blade fell just to get back at Prudence?? What had I gotten myself into??

A part of me wanted him to stop; gawd, how I wanted him to stop! But a part of me wanted him to keep on going. I was headed for another orgasm again, and I wanted it before the blade took my bloody head off!

At 41:55 he picked up the pace. I whimpered as he smacked my ass. It just added to the wildly erotic sensation of being helplessly strapped down and fucked while waiting for the damned blade to claim my head.

At 42:31 I heard Prudence grumble, “Lucky bitch. That’s how you’re supposed to fuck me in the guillotine, Kevin!” Then Renard really picked up the pace.

I gasped and moaned as he fucked me harder and faster. Another swat of my ass made me whimper as I began to rock in the guillotine. I found myself wondering how many seconds I had left before the blade fell.

I glanced down to see the blood-stained wicker. Instinctively I closed my eyes for a second, telling myself “This is insane!” as I whimpered anxiously. Was I about to lose my head??

I could hardly catch my breath as the timer reached 43:15. I shuddered hard in orgasm again, wondering if he was going to fuck me until the blade fell. Then I heard Renard cry out behind me as he rammed himself deep inside me.

I felt the warmth of his seed in my pussy, and it set me off again. That’s when I found myself cumming the hardest. At the same time it was the moment I was the most frightened. Just my luck, the blade would come down and sever my head right before he could pop the latch to the lunette.

I came down from my high as Renard slowly thrust in and out of me. I heard him tell her, “Now, Prudence. Pop the latch.” But for some reason she tarried.

He suddenly pulled out of me before he stepped forward. Then I heard the click of the latch. The timer abruptly stopped at 43:36.

I panted heavily for breath as I stared at the digital display, astonished I was still alive. Then I shuddered hard one last time. A moment later everything went black as I passed out.

When consciousness returned I felt hands working to free the straps to my body. Strong hands pulled me out through the opening and helped me sit up. I saw Renard standing there pulling his pants up while looking at me with this smile of sexual satisfaction on his face.

He seemed appreciative of my efforts.  Prudence just scowled as she stood behind him next to her date. “So how was it, Julie?” she asked, sounding jealous as hell.

I had to compose myself for a couple moments before I could answer. I could actually feel his cream leaking out of my pussy. In a trembling voice I told him, “Babe, when you told me about this guillotine, I think you left something out.”

“What did I leave out, Julie?”

“How hard I was going to cum from such an incredible experience.”

I stood up on wobbly legs and kissed him deeply, my naked body pressed up against him. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss. When we pulled away I saw him smile appreciatively.

I had to pause a moment to catch my breath as he handed me my clothes. That’s when I saw Prudence with a distinctly unhappy look on her face. I could not hide my smirk of satisfaction as I started getting dressed.

At that moment I saw Lorraine come into the room. She sighed as she shook her head, putting her hands on her hips. “Prudence? I should have known.”

“Julie rode it too, mom!” her daughter responded indignantly. “Hell, she even rode it longer than I did!”

Lorraine looked at me for a long moment. She must have seen it in my eyes because she chuckled as she shook her head. “At this rate, Victor’s going to start having roasters every time we get together. All right; everyone upstairs. I’m turning it off.”

“Oh, mom!”

“Up!” Then she walked over and did something to the controls because the digital numbers winked out.

We all headed back upstairs. Renard and I went up arm in arm. I leaned close and told him, “That was bloody incredible! No wonder some women want to ride it again and again!” He smiled as he hugged me. Behind us I heard Prudence disgustedly mutter something to her date which I couldn’t make out.

© 2017 (Aug 21 ’17)

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Janet’s erotic dreams: The gator 4 (1)

Posted on October 30, 2017 by riwa

(Bonus story to end October)

I guess you could call me a water baby. I love being in the water as often as possible. Whether you call it aquaphilia or whatever, it means I find myself getting wet every chance I get. That means I end up with some pretty far out underwater dreams.

The Gator

One day I was watching some cheesy gator movies on one of those sci fi channels. A lot of times I watch them just to see some guy or chick get dragged off. The dry land scenes don’t do much for me. It’s only when they get attacked in the water that I really pay attention.

For instance, I love it when they get pulled under, water spewing out of their mouths as they’re screaming their breath away. Anything in the water is exciting. So you know I love the underwater scenes the best.

I can’t begin to imagine that helpless feeling they must have experienced knowing they were going to drown and then get eaten. I guess it got into my subconscious because that night I had a dream about it. You have no idea how erotic it was.

First off, I was in the water in my black latex one-piece swimsuit and my white swim cap. I love the feel of tight latex hugging my body. It’s what I like to wear when I want to experience underwater orgasms.

Anyway, I was in this pond determined to get myself off. It was a hot day, so I was hot in my latex. It made my skin all wet and slippery, and I was really horny.

I didn’t see any warning signs posted so I thought it was all right. I only wanted to swim to the bottom, hold my breath to get off, and then return to the surface. I had no idea I was being watched.

I swam out to the middle of the pond where it was deepest. Then I dove right to the bottom. The pond was muddy, so I stuck my feet into the soil so I wouldn’t drift back up. Then I started rubbing my crotch.

It felt really good. I think I held my breath for a good minute and a half before I needed to go back up. So I headed to the surface and popped up gasping for breath.

I looked around but I didn’t see anyone. So I went back down. I swam to the bottom, stuck my feet into the mud again, and then started touching myself once more.

I was getting pretty close to cumming when I thought I saw movement. I tried to see who or what it was through the murky water as I rubbed myself. The idea of someone sneaking up on me to watch me masturbate was pretty exciting.

I was almost about to cum when I saw what it was. Instead of another swimmer, I saw this huge gator looking right at me. It scared me so bad that I orgasmed right then and there.

It eyed me as though it was checking me out. I tried to get up out of the mud, but my feet were stuck. That really scared me, but it also excited me sexually.

The latex suit was really tight on my body, and it was really rubbing me. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as I tried to get out of that mud. That gator came toward me and I was sure it was going to eat me. Then it sort of bumped me with its snout.

It jarred me loose from the mud, and I shot upward spewing bubbles out of my mouth. I reached the surface gasping and sputtering. But the gator was nowhere in sight. I figured it was somewhere right below me waiting to grab me by my legs, pull me under and drown me.

About that time I saw some people standing on the shore. A girl hollered, “Hey; what are you doing out in that pond?? Don’t you know there are gators in there? Didn’t you see the sign?”

I hollered back, “What sign?”

“This one!” she yelled back as she pulled it out of the ground. She turned it around and showed it to me. It read “Danger: gators present!”

I hadn’t seen it there before, and I was already in trouble in the water with that gator lurking about. So I started swimming toward shore just as fast as I could. That’s when something grabbed my legs and pulled me down to the bottom of the pond. Then it let me go.

I turned and saw that same gator looking at me. I tried to swim away, and it chased after me. I hid behind some post sticking up out of the ground like in that movie Lake Placid. It just twisted onto its side and closed its jaws on either side of the post, narrowly missing me because it couldn’t close its jaws around that post.

I shot up to the surface but I was alone. All those people must have cleared out. Then that gator came up and started coming after me.

I tried to swim to shore, but it grabbed my legs and pulled me under again. By this time my suit was really rubbing against me, turning me on something fierce. I remember crying out as I orgasmed hard while losing my breath underwater.

Somehow I must have gotten loose because I floated up to the surface on my back. That gator came up to the surface and swam toward me. Before I could move it grabbed me in its mouth, gulping my legs down and nearly swallowing me whole.

I knew if I went down its gullet I was a goner. So I grabbed onto its snout, trying not to get myself swallowed as it held me up out of the water. I could feel it trying to swallow me, so I held on tight and wouldn’t let go.

It tried and tried, but it couldn’t swallow me. My suit was so tight I could tell I was going to cum again. I could feel its mouth trying to work me into its stomach, and I was both scared and aroused.

It lowered its head into the water, totally submerging me. It held me underwater like it was going to drown me, and I had to hold my breath. I got so aroused with my latex suit so tight that I went off again in orgasm, wriggling like crazy in its mouth.

It lifted me back up out of the water and I gasped for breath, still caught in its mouth. Its eyes gleamed hungrily at me as it tried swallowing me again. When I hung on tight and refused to let go of its snout, it submerged me again.

This time it swam me all the way to the bottom of the pond. I struggled to get out of its mouth, but it had me in a really good grip. My tight suit was driving me crazy as it rubbed me just right, and I went off in orgasm once more.

I wriggled and writhed in its mouth as I had a pretty intense orgasm. I lost a lot of bubbles as it tried swallowing me. Then it took me back up to the surface.

My lungs were screaming as it lifted its head up. Somehow I got another good breath while it tried swallowing me again up at the surface. Then it took me back down into the water. I barely got one last breath before we went under.

We went all the way to the bottom where it tried swallowing me again. I could feel how tightly it had me in its mouth. It made my suit so tight against my pussy and clit that I went off in orgasm yet again.

Everything went dim all around me when I had that orgasm. That’s when I realized I’d lost my grip on its snout. I could feel it swallowing me, pulling me deeper into its stomach.

I did everything I could as I thrashed about in its mouth. But it wouldn’t let me go or take me back to the surface. My lungs were on fire; I knew I couldn’t hold my breath much longer.

I was all the way inside when it started to close its mouth. That’s when I knew I was a goner. I started cumming so very hard as my tight suit rubbed against my crotch. Then everything went black, and I was cumming and drowning inside its stomach.

Then I woke up…

© 2017 (written for Skip and Janet Sep 14 ’17 by riwa)

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 4 4.3 (10)

Posted on October 30, 2017 by riwa

4

Stew and I watched in amazement as some assistants walked into that conference room and cleaned up the mess. We both got up and went over to the table to sit down for a rest. It wasn’t long until an attendant came in with drinks for the both of us.

We each took one and downed almost half in one gulp. I really needed a drink after what I’d just seen. Stew seemed just as incredulous as I was, even after it was all over. It was as though the images were still fresh in our minds.

The conference room got boring, so we turned it off. We turned on a live feed of the Entertainment stage, but nothing was happening there either. The roulette wheel was going as people stood around it gambling away. But that was about it.

“Still want to hang?” Stew finally asked after we’d almost finished our drinks.

“Yes… no… fuck; I don’t know! That was so crazy, Stew… and yet it was so fucking hot! I think what I really need right now is a good, hard fucking.”

He looked at me for a second as though asking with his eyes if I wanted to be fucked by him. That’s when I suggested we wander around the club and check out some of the other rooms. I told him, “This is my last night, Stew. Do you suppose we could go around and find others to fuck before I hang for you?”

“What have you got in mind, Janelle?”

“I don’t know, Stew. Maybe we could find another couple. Or how about if we find a female to play with for a while? You could fuck her while she fucks me. Would you like to see some sexy bitch fuck your dear, sweet sister?”

He looked at me and his eyes lit up. “Damn, Janelle. That sounds kind of hot.”

“What if we find a bunch of guys for a gangbang, Stew? Imagine one of them popping my sensor. That way I’d have to give them all a final performance in the noose up on the Entertainment stage. What do you think about that?”

“Damn, sis. It sounds like you want it all!”

“Why not, Stew? If this is going to be my last night, why not go out in style? Can you imagine anything hotter than me hanging up onstage with cum leaking out of my cunt and ass from a bunch of other guys? I’m getting really turned on just thinking about it!”

“So you want me to pimp you out while I watch?”

“Fuck; that would be hot!”

We both looked at the door, half expecting visitors at any moment. I wanted to be used like a whore before I danced in the noose for Stew. But no one came in to fuck me.

“What do you think, Janelle?” Stewart asked as he stood up. He got a couple of bags to carry our clothes around. Then he suggested we go around and look for some action if there wasn’t any taking place in our room.

I thought about the conference room, and it put a worried look on my face. “Stew, what about dad? What if he catches us? What if he wants to send us home?”

“I suppose we could try to be careful moving around the casino. If we stick to these back rooms we should be ok for a while. I’m just wondering what he will do if he catches us going to the Entertainment stage and wants to stop us.” He paused before carefully asking, “Are you SURE you want to hang for me tonight?”

“Sometimes I wonder about that, Stew. But then I remember that sexy bitch in that conference room being stabbed. She acted as though she wanted it, and that’s what made it extra hot for me. So I want to stick around a while, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“What if your sensor pops, sis?”

In response I just grabbed an imaginary noose and pulled it upward as though it was around my throat. I tilted my head sideways and then stuck my tongue out while acting as though I was rasping for breath. I did it for a couple of seconds before grinning at him.

Stew rolled his eyes and shook his head. He went and checked the hall to see if the coast was clear. Then we snuck out of our room wearing club robes while carrying our clothes in a couple of bags. I was really hoping to find someone else to fuck, just to have some fun before I did my airdance for Stewart.

We found an occupied room three doors down. The door indicated there was a couple inside and that it was open for anyone to join. So Stew used our pager to open it up.

When we stepped inside we saw a middle-aged couple lying in bed kissing and caressing each other. Stew was apologetic as he told them, “I’m sorry. The door said we could come in and join you.”

“Come on in,” the woman with brown hair down to her shoulders told us, smiling as she waved us to come closer. She had nice tits that were a bit larger than mine. Then she invitingly patted the bed as she told her companion, “The more the merrier; right, Jerry?”

“That’s right,” he responded with a smile. “I’m Jerry, and this is my wife Haley. We love to entertain.” Then he looked at us before carefully observing, “You two look like you’re not much older than 20.”

“Pretty close,” I told them with a smile. “We just wanted to come to the Club for a night of fucking. We don’t really care who we do it with.” I decided not to reveal to them my true motives.

His wife told me, “Honey, you look good enough to eat.” Then Haley smiled at Stew as she asked, “Mind if I have a sample of your…?”

“I’m Stewart and this is my girlfriend Janelle. You can sample her all you want.”

I almost chuckled at the lie. I guess Stew didn’t want to tell them we were brother and sister. I suspected they might figure it out anyway if they paid any attention at all.

I dropped my robe as well as my bag of clothes before crawling naked into their bed. Haley began kissing me right away. She had the softest lips, and it set my pussy on fire.

We started making out with each other; touching, fondling and caressing every body part imaginable. Haley invited Stew to get into the bed right next to her as she kissed me deeply. He started rubbing her all over as Jerry got real handsy with me. It was incredibly erotic.

Haley got me flat on my back. Then she went down between my legs and started eating me out as Stew and Jerry licked and sucked on my nipples. Damn, that was hot!

She fucked me with her fingers as she nibbled on my nub. It wasn’t long until I was writhing and moaning. “We just love young blood,” Jerry breathed before he went back to work on one of my nipples.

It wasn’t long before she had me wriggling and squirming and crying out. A couple minutes later she tongued an orgasm right out of me. It was loud, intense and satisfying.

We changed places so I could eat her out while the guys sucked on her nipples. I wasn’t used to licking girls, although I thought I knew what I was doing. I must have been doing something right because she started gasping, “Fuck… gawd… FUCK; DON’T STOP!” Then she really went off, screaming in orgasm. It was incredibly sexy the way I made her cum like that.

We ended up flat on our backs side by side, Jerry eating me out as Stew worked on her muff. We turned and kissed each other while occasionally touching each other. The guys both got us to pop off in orgasm again while using their tongues.

We shifted places so Stew and Jerry were flat on their backs while we sucked their cocks. I did Jerry while she did Stew. It was so fucking awesome seeing another woman suck my brother’s dick.

Haley panted as she told Stew, “Now I want you to fuck me!”

“Ok,” he replied. “Let me get a condom.”

“Oh hell no! I want to feel you cum inside me!”

“Works for me!” I said with a grin as I climbed onto Jerry and impaled myself on his cock without any protection. I was planning on hanging anyway, so a popped sensor was no big deal to me.

Haley climbed onto Stew, and we rode those dicks cowgirl while panting, moaning and whimpering like crazy. It was so fucking sexy fucking another couple like that. It was even hotter knowing us girls weren’t using condoms.

It wasn’t long until my mind started to go crazy. I imagined Haley and I popping our sensors and being forced to hang together. Or maybe they would have to behead us as we faced each other in the guillotines. I wanted to hang, but I decided I might be open to a sexy beheading if the situation called for it.

After a while we climbed off and changed positions so the guys could fuck us from behind. We ended up kissing each other while we both got a good shafting. It was super-hot, and I had one hell of an orgasm before we wound things down.

After we were finished, an attendant brought in drinks and I had something that was refreshing. Afterwards we thanked them for a really great time. They told us to come back to their room anytime we wanted. Then we put on our robes and got our clothes. We told them we had a lot of fun and that we’d be more than willing to come back later if things worked out.

We were almost to the door when Haley loudly declared, “Boyfriend and girlfriend, eh? If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were brother and sister.” There was a knowing smile on her face.

Stew nervously asked, “Would that bother you if we were?”

“Not at all,” Jerry replied with a grin. “It’s going to be a hot story when we tell our friends back home how we fucked a brother and sister at the Club. You two wouldn’t by any chance be doing it with each other, would you?”

I smiled as I coyly responded, “We don’t kiss and tell.”

“That means they are,” Haley laughed, seeing right through me. “Fuck; that’s even hotter knowing we fucked an incestuous brother and sister!”

They waved goodbye as we walked out the door in our robes with our bags of clothes in hand. We looked up and down the hall, but there was no sign of daddy. Then I exhaled as I told Stew, “That was really hot!”

“What do you want to do now, sis?”

“I don’t know, Stew. I was kind of exhausted at first. But now I’m starting to get my second wind.”

“Me too. I guess we can go down the hall and check the other rooms if you want.”

We went down the hall, but the two rooms we found were “closed”. I guess whoever was inside didn’t want any visitors. I decided not to take it personal.

We checked some of the other hallways. We found the snuff rooms and opened up an empty one. Seeing the noose dangling in the middle of the room made my breath catch in my throat.

“Want to check this one out, sis?” Stew asked with a grin.

“Gawd; we’d better not, Stew. I don’t want to get carried away, not when the night is still young.” I was afraid my desires might overpower my senses and that I might convince Stewart in the heat of the moment to take me all the way.

We walked to the opening into the casino and looked inside. A lot of machines were in use; hardly anyone looked at us. But I felt a little self-conscious standing there in our robes. So we headed back down the hall.

We were back among the sex rooms checking doors when we saw a couple coming down the hall in our direction. The woman was a sexy redhead in a slinky black dress. The guy wearing the nice shirt and slacks was bald and muscular.

They must have been in their late thirties. But there was something about them that made me shudder. They both excited and frightened me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“Hi, kids,” the redhead asked with a seductive smile. “What are you two doing back here?”

“We were, uh… checking out rooms, I guess.” I don’t know why I was so flustered.

“Looking to have a little fun? Would you like some company?”

I looked at Stew and he looked at me. “Up do you, Janelle.”

I told them, “Sure; why not? I’m here to get fucked anyway; right?”

“Ever been with a woman?” she asked as they came closer.

“I recently gave one an orgasm with my tongue,” I said proudly.

“Is that so? Got enough energy left inside to replicate that feat?” Then she kissed me so deeply I nearly dropped my bag as my pussy got wet.

The bald guy opened the door with his pager and we went inside. The room looked like it hadn’t been used. It made me wonder if they’d come in previously and cleaned it or if we were the first ones to be using it that evening.

She sat on the bed and in a seductive voice purred, “Show me what you got, kiddo.” So I started kissing and groping her. When I looked around for Stewart I saw he and the bald guy had taken up a couple chairs to watch.

I slowly peeled her out of that dress while kissing and caressing her. There was something about her that really made me hot. When she started moaning, that turned me on even more.

She had a sexy lacy bra and panties that I pulled off. I sucked on her nipples before kissing my way down to her crotch. Seeing how wet I was making her turned me on even more… “Yeah… fuck yeah… damn, kiddo; you’re good!”

I thrust my fingers into her wet pussy while nibbling on her nub. She started gasping as she stiffened… “Yes – yes – yes!” Then she went off in orgasm.

After that it was my turn. I laid on the bed as she began kissing me and licking me out. That’s when her bald companion undressed and got into bed naked with us.

He knelt close to my head, so I grabbed his cock and started tugging it. Then I sucked him into full hardness. The sexy redhead made it hard to catch my breath as I took that cock into my mouth.

She licked me until I cried out in orgasm with a mouthful of cock. Then she pulled me off the bed. “Now you can suck Melvin’s cock, kiddo. I want you to get it ready to fuck you!”

I went to work sucking on her companion’s cock, getting more and more excited at the thought of him fucking me. I glanced over at Stew to see he had shed his robe and was stroking his dick. It looked like he was all turned on watching me.

Things took a dramatic change when the redhead went to a closet. When she returned she had a set of cuffs in her hand while she was attaching a large strap-on around her waist. I felt an erotic jolt when I saw that.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Stew. He just smiled and shook his head… “No, I don’t mind.” That’s when she cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she and Melvin stood up with me kneeling between them.

“Suck our cocks, kiddo! Get them all wet and ready for your pussy and ass!”

I went back and forth, although it was a little hard since I wasn’t able to use my hands. They guided my head, forcing me a lot which really turned me on. Then she made Melvin sit on the bed as I sucked him off. That’s when she came up behind me, slid that strap-on into my cunt and started fucking me with it.

Fuck; what a rush! I couldn’t believe how sexy it was the way she was dominating me. Stew just sat there the whole time, his cock hard in his hand.

She fucked me really hard for a few minutes. Then she made me turn around on my knees and suck my juices off her strap-on. She had a hand in my hair, forcing me as she really gave it to me good.

She turned me around, and it was back to sucking Melvin while she fucked me from behind. That’s when I heard her voice in my ear… “Don’t you fucking cum yet, kiddo!” I gasped and whimpered… it just wasn’t fair!

She made me climb onto the bed with Melvin where I straddled him before I proceeded to impale myself on his cock. She climbed on and made me suck her strap-on while I was riding him. I gagged and grunted while she hissed, “Ride him, Kiddo! Suck my dick and ride him! But don’t you dare fucking cum!”

That went on for several minutes until she forced me down on top of him with his cock still inside me. I felt her push into my ass from behind with that strap-on. Then she told me, “Now we’re going to sandwich you so we can see how well you can take it, kiddo.” That’s when they really started pounding me.

I cried out as they fucked me good and hard. I begged her to let me cum, but she refused. That’s when Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat.

I squawked as I heard the redhead ask Stewart, “She doesn’t mind a little asphyxia, does she?”

“Not at all” was his sadistic reply. Was he getting back at me for wanting him to hang me?

Melvin choked me harder as she fucked my ass with that strap-on. I had to fight like hell to hold it back. My voice rasped as I kept on begging, “Can I cum? Please, can I cum??” But Melvin just choked my breath off.

My body was on fire as I grunted and groaned. Then she hissed into my ear, “Now you can cum as I fuck your ass, kiddo!” That’s when I went off like a rocket as she rammed my ass good and hard.

I was just coming down off my high when she pulled out of me. She laid down on the bed and made me climb on, impaling my pussy on her strap-on. “Ride me, kiddo!” she demanded as she reached up and mauled my tits.

I bounced up and down as I gasped for breath. She let me do that for a few minutes before she told Melvin to climb aboard and fuck my ass in another sandwich. He climbed on behind me and slowly pushed his cock up my butt until I was double-stuffed again.

She hissed, “Don’t you dare fucking cum, kiddo!” Then she reached up and grabbed my throat, choking me off as they double-teamed me. I gasped and grunted like crazy, desperate to obey and hold it back.

For a minute I thought she was really going to choke me out. It was a little scary… and yet it was so fucking hot. Then she hissed, “Cum for us, you fucking whore!”

Treating me like that quickly pushed me right over the edge. I rasped and shuddered in orgasm as my whole body quivered and shook. I felt an incredible heat rush through me; it was absolutely unbelievable!

When I came crashing down from my high, Melvin pulled out of my ass. My hands flexed weakly behind my back. Then Melvin helped me off the redhead.

She turned toward Stewart and waved him over. “Now I want to ride your cock, baby!” The poor guy had been watching the whole time and looked like he was more than ready to pop.

She made him lie down flat on his back on the bed. She straddled him reverse cowgirl, slowly impaling him with her ass. She made Melvin push me close so I could eat out her dripping pussy while tending to her swollen nub. Then she had him fuck my ass again.

You have no idea how hot that was. Stew looked like he was having one hell of a good time with his cock up her butt. I slobbered all over her wet pussy while Melvin gave my ass a really hard pounding.

Once more I was told I wasn’t allowed to cum. Melvin wrapped his hands around my throat from behind. Then the redhead really started riding Stew as she told me to lick her muff like a good little whore.

I rasped and gurgled as I tried using my tongue. It must have gotten her off seeing my face so red. I even heard her tell my brother he could cum up her ass anytime.

Stew let out a cry as he finally got to unload his balls up her butt. She screamed, “FUCK; I’M CUMMING!” as I furiously tongued her while getting pounded from behind. Then she told me, “Now you can cum, you fucking whore!”

I tried to scream, but Melvin’s hands nearly closed off my throat. I shuddered so hard I got dizzy and disoriented. Then I felt his hot spunk up my ass, and I went right into another cum.

We all finally calmed down while kissing and making out with each other. Melvin pulled out of my ass, got the keys and released me from the cuffs. The redhead kissed me and told me it was a hell of a lot of fun fucking me the way she did. Then they got a couple of robes, got their clothes all bagged up, and left.

Stew and I laid in bed for a while until an attendant came in with a tray of drinks. It was just what I needed. We both got up naked and took a couple glasses from her. She didn’t seem to mind seeing our nudity.

We sat at the table sipping our drinks while talking about what had just happened to us. Stewart asked what I thought, and I had to tell him how hot it was being fucked and dominated like that. Then I told him I now wanted to dominate another female just like that.

We both took a quick shower to wash the sex off our bodies. Then we got our bags of clothes. We put on our robes before Stew checked the hall to see if the coast was clear before we exited the room.

We didn’t find any open rooms down the sex hallway. So we tried some snuff rooms. We found one that was open indicating two women were inside.

I got all excited thinking we might get to have some fun with these two. I told Stewart I might even let him hang one of them if we thought we could get away with it. I knew we probably couldn’t because they didn’t belong to us. But it was fun getting Stew all worked up as he used his pager to let us inside.

What we saw when we stepped inside made us gasp in astonishment. One sexy blonde with larger tits was all strapped down in the electric chair, with those metal posts up both her holes and wires on her nipples and clit. An attractive brunette was tied spread-eagled to the bed. They both had ball-gags in their mouths as they grunted at our arrival.

Stewart was incredulous. “Damn, sis! They’re all set up and ready for us! You mean we get to play with them just like this?”

“Sure looks like it!” I gasped excitedly as I eyed the blonde in the chair. “Maybe I’ll fry this one while you fuck the other one. Then we can cut off one head using the guillotine over there while we hang the other.”

They both stiffened as they grunted in alarm. I didn’t really intend to do that to them as I just wanted to scare them. But I sure as hell loved the way they reacted.

“Any restrictions?” I asked as I saw my brother climb into bed and start kissing and groping that one.

“I didn’t see any in the door panel, Janelle.”

“That means you can fuck her without using a condom, right?”

“I suppose so, sis.”

“Just look at them, Stew! I think they’re sisters!” There certainly was a family resemblance.

I found the remote to the chair lying on the little table for anyone to use. I grabbed it with a wicked smile, pointing it at my victim as I slowly powered up the current. The one in the chair began wriggling and squirming deliciously.

Stewart pawed and groped the other one until he got hard and had to empty his balls. He left her all tied up and gagged as he climbed on top. He stuck his dick in her and started fucking her good and hard as I jolted her sister.

It was erotic as hell frying that woman in the chair. I hit her with the juice until she had a really sexy orgasm. Then I powered the chair down before doing it to her all over again.

Stewart took his time with her sister, telling me how nice and tight she was and that she was a good, hot fuck. I loved seeing him give it to her good. He even made her cum, the lucky bitch.

I was right in the middle of giving the one in the chair another really good jolt of electricity when her sister gave out a cry of pain from the bed. “Damn, Stew! What the hell did you do to her??”

“Nothing, Janelle! I was just fucking her!” Then he slowly pulled out of her, only to gasp in surprise.

“Fuck, sis! This one just popped her sensor!”

“What? Are you fucking kidding me??”

The girl in the chair looked at her sister in alarm. I gasped, “Damn, Stew! Are you serious?? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”

“Take a look, Janelle!” Sure enough, her sensor had popped out of her bellybutton and was now glowing a bright red.

“Damn, Stew! That’s so fucking hot! What do we do with them now?”

“How the hell should I know, sis?” And with that neither one of us knew what else to say.

It was incredible! We were in a room with two sisters, and now one of them just had popped her sensor!  All I know is it gave me one hell of an erotic buzz knowing one of them had just been condemned to die in the Club…

© 2017 (written by riwa Sep 23 ’17)

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