Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 3 4.2 (11)

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You have no idea how excited I was when we pulled out of the driveway and headed off toward the Club. I was trembling like crazy and wet as hell. I nearly creamed myself when I told myself I wasn’t coming home because Stew was going to hang me for his sexual enjoyment before the night was over.

He got horny when I told him about mom and Brad. I asked him what he thought about mom and I on our knees together sucking her boyfriend’s cock. He said he didn’t know what to think. But judging by the bulge in his pants I knew exactly what he was thinking.

I grinned as I asked him, “Do you want to fuck mom now, Stew? How’d you like to double-team her with Brad?”

“I’m driving Janelle, ok?”

“After you hang me, you can come home, fuck mom and then hang her before dad gets back. Who knows? He might not mind so much.”

“Janelle??”

“I’m really looking forward to hanging for you tonight, Stew. Gawd, I can’t wait to hang on stage in front of you and all those other horny guys.”

“Damnit, Janelle; I’m trying to drive, ok? I’m going to wreck us if you keep that up!”

“What’s the matter? Can’t drive with a hard-on, Stew? Want me to fix that for you?”

I giggled as I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. The poor guy must have been hurting having it bulge in his pants like that. Then I leaned over and began sucking on it.

He gasped as he swerved a little. Then he slowed down. I think he was trying to drive real careful. But he sure was panting like crazy.

I think we pulled up to a stoplight. That gave me extra time to take him deep down my throat. That’s when I heard some guys whooping and hollering in the car next to us.

“Janelle?? Jeez! They can see you!”

The light turned green and he took off. But I heard the car pull up next to us as those guys continued whooping and hollering.

Stew suddenly went off in my mouth. I couldn’t contain it all as some of it leaked out around my lips. I sucked as much cum out of his dick as I could before I sat up.

Cream hung off my lips as I smiled at Stew. In the car next to us I saw the heads of two guys out the front window with two more in back. I grinned at them as I used a finger to wipe all the cream off my lips and then swallow it down.

They whooped and hollered again. That’s when Stewart made a right turn and we lost them. “Damn you, Janelle!”

He looked at me and shook his head as he mumbled to himself, “Why does my sister have to be so damned hot and sexy?” It gave me a warm, gooey feeling inside, making me decide more than ever that I wanted to hang for him at the Club.

The parking garage was nearly full when we got there. We had to park all the way in the back on an upper floor. “Looks like the place is full,” Stew observed as he shut off the engine.

“That just means I’m going to have a huge audience when I dance in the air for you up onstage, Stew.”

He looked at me and sighed heavily. “Look, Janelle. I don’t know how this is going to work tonight, ok? Can we just go in and enjoy ourselves first?”

“Certainly, Stew. Don’t mind me. I’m just your slut snuff-date for the evening.”

He rolled his eyes again. But I could see he was starting to get a bulge once more. So I decided to try and play nice for a while.

“I know you’re not sure about all this Stew. You know what I want. I’m just so excited, ok? But I’ll try to tone it down a little for you.”

“I’d appreciate it, Janelle. Otherwise my cock is going to be hard all night long.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make sure to help you out whenever it gets too hard, right?” I giggled as I rubbed his bulge again.

“Alright; that does it! Out of the car!”

“Sure thing, Stew. Eager to hang me already?”

His eyes rolled once more as we got out. Then we made our way down the garage to the main floor. A short walk and we found ourselves rounding the corner to the Club.

There was a huge line outside. Maybe that’s because it was a Friday night. I felt a surge of erotic excitement at the idea there might be a packed house waiting to enjoy my hanging. Too bad all those sexy bitches in line couldn’t come inside and watch me give ‘em a show.

A lot of girls called out to us, asking us to take them in with us.  I had my arm protectively through Stewart’s as I quietly asked him, “What do you think, Stew? Want to take one inside with us? We could hang her first before you hang me. I bet you’d love that.”

“I don’t know if we have enough money for another girl, Janelle. Maybe later.”

If you have plenty left over I want you to promise me you’ll come out, find some hot slut to fuck and then hang her sweet ass before you leave. Promise me, Stew.” I smiled coyly at him as I clung to his arm.

“No promises, Janelle.” But I thought I saw the gears turning in his mind. With any luck maybe I could turn him into a sexy snuff-dater before the night was over.

We showed our IDs to the bouncer. Stew also showed him the cash we’d brought along. He smiled as he waved us right inside, telling us to have a good time. “Oh, I plan on it,” I told him with my best smile.

Once inside we checked our cash with an attendant who gave us a pager. Then I got my pregnancy sensor. I pushed it in right in front of her, letting out a yelp as it penetrated before that little green glow came on.

“Looks like you nice folks are all good to go,” she said with a smile.

“That’s right,” I responded. “Two check in, but only one will check out.”

I smiled knowingly at her as Stew gave me another dirty look. But I could tell he was sporting a growing bulge again. The attendant remained unfazed.

“Thinking of visiting the stage or one of our snuff rooms? If so, you probably won’t be the only ones tonight. Enjoy yourself, folks.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully. “Are others going to get snuffed tonight?” Now she had my full attention as Stew looked at her in surprise.

“Oh yes. Friday nights are very popular around here. What’s more, we have a group of businessmen with their wives and dates back in one of our conference rooms. I understand there may be an execution or two taking place back in that room.”

“Really? Wow!” Now we were both impressed.

I wanted to ask for more details, but decided against it. Then Stew escorted me inside. Immediately we were hit in the face with the sound of all that gambling with all those jangling machines.

I told Stewart I wanted to take it all in first. Maybe a part of me wanted to parade around in my slutty attire just to see how many looks I could get. I was considering the possibility I might get to play with a few other cocks before it came time for me to dangle in the noose up onstage.

We walked around a lot of machines, and I got a lot of appreciative looks. But some people ignored us as they stared self-absorbed at their one-armed bandits and video machines. They seemed more obsessed with gambling than acknowledging the likes of us.

We made our way to the back of the club where we found the Entertainment stage. For the moment it was not in use. But I stared longingly at the noose in the gallows as I panted heavily for breath.

“Fuck; it’s really real!” I gasped. “Gawd, Stew! That’s where you’re going to hang me tonight!”

“Not right away I hope, Janelle.”

“Oh no,” I told him with a smile. “I need to get fucked first… and with more cocks than just yours. Maybe there’s some stuff we can watch before it’s my turn. You can even whore me out for a little extra dough while you go fuck some other slut.”

“Do you really want me to fuck anyone else but you, Janelle?”

“Why else do you think we came here, Stew? We came to fuck and watch executions, and I came to hang for you. I want to experience it all. And I want you to feel free to fuck whomever you wish!”

He just shook his head as he sighed, “Gawd! I think I could use a drink!”

“Good idea, Stew. I’m getting thirsty and horny.”

We headed off to the lounge and sat in a booth. We ordered drinks and then looked around at all the other people who were talking and drinking. It made me wonder how many were here for the gambling and how many were here for the sex and the Entertainment stage.

How many had come hoping to witness an execution? How many had come hoping to get a chance to see a slut like me hang by my neck for them up on stage? It gave me the erotic shivers, and I quickly took another sip of my drink to steady my nerves.

“So what do you want to do first, Stew?” I asked as the liquid burned down my throat. “Want to play one of the roulette wheels for a bit… a little blackjack maybe? Wanna try one of the gambling machines? Or do you wanna go find one of the rooms and fuck?” Then I leaned in close as I added, “I sure could go for some ‘meat’, if you know what I mean.”

There was a burst of laughter near one of the bigger tables on the opposite side of the room. Then a bunch of people rose up. I stared in astonishment before I quickly gasped, “Duck down, Stew! Quick! Duck down and don’t look!”

“What, Janelle?”

“Damnit, Stew; duck down! It’s daddy!”

We both scrunched lower in our booth so as not to be seen. I could tell right away it was our father. He had an attractive brunette wrapped around his waist.

He and the other guys headed for the exit on the other side of the lounge with their dates. They went out the opening and were gone. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat up straight.

“Ok, Stew. He’s gone. Whew; that was close!”

“Are you sure it was him, Janelle?” He sounded like he was a little anxious about us getting caught here at the club.

“Damn right, I’m sure! He had a sexy slut on his arm. For a second I thought he looked right at me.”

“Did he see us?”

“I don’t know, Stew. Maybe he didn’t. I didn’t see anything in his expression that indicated he saw us. He didn’t motion at me or anything. Your back was to him, but I got a good look, Stew. It was daddy all right.”

“What the hell is he doing here, Janelle?”

Stew turned to look, but the group was gone. Then he looked right at me. “Are you sure it was him, Janelle? Maybe it was some guy who looked like him.”

“C’mon, Stew. Let’s go have a look.”

We finished our drinks in one gulp. Then we got up and headed off in the direction they had gone. I had to lead the way as I was the one who had seen where they were going.

For a minute we lost them in the casino. I led Stew down an aisle and turned a corner. That’s when I saw a group heading for a hallway.

“That’s them!” I gasped as I pulled Stew back out of sight. When I took another look I saw they were all heading away. I grabbed Stew and pulled him along as we trailed after them.

We followed them down the hall at a discreet distance. They paused at a door before starting to go inside. Stew and I ducked out of sight around a corner before peering down the hall to look. That’s when we both saw daddy walk inside with that brunette on his arm. If he saw us, he gave no indication.

“Well?” I asked with my hands on my hips when they were all inside. “Is that daddy or isn’t it?”

“It sure as hell looked like him, Janelle. What the hell is he doing here??”

“Didn’t you hear the attendant in the foyer? She said there was a group of businessmen here. And she acted like maybe they were going to snuff somebody.” The idea of getting to witness an execution this early in the evening was getting me all excited.

I felt an erotic jolt knowing daddy was here in the club with us. I looked at Stew, but he had already read my expression. “Oh no, Janelle! I’m not hanging you while dad’s watching!”

“Aww, why not?”

“Are you crazy? He’d kill us both!”

“He can’t kill me if I’m already hanging for you, Stew.”

“Damn you, Janelle!”

“I wonder if there’s any way of seeing inside that room they all entered.”

“Seeing inside what room?”

We both turned to see an attendant standing there with an empty tray. Stewart stammered as he told her, “We were, uh… we were just curious about that room down there is all.”

“Oh, that’s our group of businessmen for the night. I think you can pull them up on a monitor in one of the sex rooms so long as the room is unlocked.”

“Unlocked?” I asked curiously.

“Unlocked… the cameras turned on so others in the club can watch on private monitors. There are monitors in the sex rooms as well as the snuff rooms.”

“I’m really curious, Stew. Let’s go have a look, ok? We’ll want a sex room anyway, right?”

“Ok, Janelle.” Then he asked the attendant, “Uh… which way to one of the sex rooms?”

“This way, sir,” she said with a smile. Then she led us off down the hall in the opposite direction.

We didn’t go too far before we found an empty room. Stew checked in with our pager. Then we followed the attendant inside.

The first thing she did was lead us over to a monitor on the wall to show us how to bring up any of the rooms in the club. She told us, “If they have it unlocked, it means anyone can view inside.” Then she brought up the room with the businessmen. “It seems they haven’t locked us out yet.”

There were three different screens showing views from three different camera angles. We saw daddy sitting at this really large conference table along with that brunette at his side. What caught my attention was a small stage with a stripper pole back along one wall.

“Let me know if you folks need anything else.” Then the attendant stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Stewart and I looked at the monitor. But nothing was happening inside the room. It looked like they were just talking about how well their company had done during the year.

We sat on the bed where I reached out and started groping Stew’s bulge. It wasn’t long before I unzipped his fly and pulled him out. Then I started lubing his cock with my mouth as I bobbed up and down on it.

He gasped appreciatively as I gave him a really good blowjob with deliberate slurping noises. Then I told him I wanted it up my ass to start with. “I’ve been really naughty and slutty tonight, Stew. So I want you to fuck my ass good and hard.”

He grabbed my head and forced me to gag on his delicious meat. I loved the way he was treating me. Besides, I deserved it after teasing him relentlessly ever since we’d left the house.

He took my top off and started slapping my boobs as I gobbled him down. I just moaned like a bitch in heat. Then he observed, “It looks like they have a couple of strippers entering their room, Janelle.”

I glanced over at the monitor to see what was going on. Nothing was really happening just yet as they took up their positions on the stage. He slapped my tits again as he gagged me with his cock. Gawd, I was getting all hot and horny.

He roughly undressed me before telling me, “So you want it up the ass, eh?” I whimpered as he turned me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. That meant we both got to watch the monitor.

He pushed into my ass none too gentle. I cried out, “Oh FUCK!” as he rammed it in deep. Then he really started giving it to me good.

He fucked my ass as we watched the two women on the monitor start to ride the stripper pole in that conference room. Actually, it looked like a blond slut with big tits was riding it while a black haired bimbo molested her while helping to remove all her garments. Everyone else in the room seemed to be watching appreciatively.

Both bitches were soon nude and were nice to look at. But the action was starting to get boring. Then the slut with the black hair produced a dagger from seemingly out of nowhere. She displayed it as though it was part of the act.

I gasped as I told Stew, “Fuck; she’s got a knife! What the hell is she going to do with a knife??”

“Damned if I know, Janelle.” Now we were both curious.

Stew slowed down his thrusts up my ass as we paid a little closer attention to the girls on the monitor. The cameras were able to get good views of them together, the one dancing against the stripper pole while the other brandished the dagger. The girl fucking the pole either seemed oblivious to the weapon or she just didn’t care.

My heart started beating fast as the one holding the dagger began wiping the blade along big-tit’s skin. She just kept on dancing as though it was no big deal. But I noticed everyone else in the room seemed to be watching intently.

“Fuck, Stew; what’s going to happen next?”

“How the hell should I know, Janelle?” But I noticed he was starting to fuck me a little harder.

I got the impression something was definitely going to happen soon. But I didn’t know what. A moment later I jerked with a start the moment the black haired woman stabbed big-tits in the stomach… “FUCK, Stew! She just stabbed her in the gut!!”

There was an audible gasp in the room as everyone leaned forward. Big-tits grabbed the hands of her friend holding the knife. Then she slowly began to pull the dagger up her belly as though she was deliberately helping to gut herself!

I gasped again as I stared in astonishment. Stew understandably began fucking me harder. Was he really getting off on this?? I found it both horrific and arousing as hell.

Together the bitches dragged that dagger up big-tit’s stomach until it suddenly split open. I swear her intestines started spilling out. Then she seemed to stagger as…

Fucking hell! Was she cumming?? It looked like she was cumming!

I told Stew to fuck me harder, but he had already picked up the pace. That bitch with the opened belly looked like she was really orgasming. The other girl looked like she was helping hold her upright.

Were we watching a “death by dagger” show in that conference room? I couldn’t believe it! I reached down to furiously finger my cunt as Stew fucked my ass harder, the two of us gasping and murmuring our shock.

The black haired bitch suddenly withdrew the dagger. With one sharp slash she cut the neck of big-tits. The poor woman’s eyes flew open as the one who cut her was abruptly bathed in her blood spewing out of her severed neck.

For a moment she was still being held upright as she gurgled for her next breath. Her windpipe and a major artery must have been severed. A moment later the girl let big-tits crumple naked to the floor, writhing and spasming as she jerked in her death throes. I swear she was cumming the entire time. Hell, I think both of them were cumming!

I felt an erotic jolt as it swelled inside me. I screamed for Stew to fuck me really hard. But he was already ramming my ass with his cock.

I furiously fingered my clit as I cried out in orgasm. That’s when I felt Stew’s cock explode in my ass. A moment later big-tit’s eyes glazed over as she shuddered hard.

Stray muscles fired as she went into her final death twitches. There was a ton of blood covering the stage where she lay bleeding out. Then applause broke out in the conference room before one of the businessmen declared, “Thank you, Dorita. And thank you Lucille for volunteering to be tonight’s main dish for us here at the Club.”

© 2017 (Aug 27 ’17)

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Mother-sister competition 2 (graphic) 4.3 (21)

Note: I realized I had not posted part two of this kinky competition. This section has some graphic parts. I just want to warn you. Some might enjoy it while others not so much.

“Ready for dessert, honey?” Alison asked me sweetly. Her speech was slurred, but she still seemed somewhat in control of her faculties.

“Well I got an idea for dessert!” Evelick grinned. “How about one more game?”

“Haven’t you had enough, mom?” Alison gasped in frustration. “After all, you just sucked your son’s cock and licked your daughter’s cunt.”

“And I loved every fucking minute of it, baby girl!” Ron’s mom drunkenly responded. “But now I gotta pee. I’d love to pee in that slutty mouth of yours, honey.”

“Mom, you’re drunk!”

“I’m not so think as you drunk I am.” Then she laughed at her mistake. “Well, I’m not too drunk to play cards, honey. I can beat you drunk or sober.”

“So when Riwa and I win, I take it I get to pee in your mouth, mom?”

“You mean ‘if you win’, don’t you honey? And that’s a pretty big ‘if’.”

“Then I think Riwa and I should both get to pee in your mouth when we win. How does that sound?”

“Bring it on, honey. You’re such a slut.”

“I’m a slut, mom?? You’re the one who sucked your son’s dick!”

“And he loved every minute of it; didn’t you, honey?”

“Damn right I did, mom!” Ron responded happily.

“That’s it!” Alison said disgustedly. “I think a filthy mouth like yours deserves to be peed in! Somebody deal the damn cards!” I couldn’t help thinking this was starting to get out of hand.

The next game was astonishingly short. Ron and his mom never stood a chance as the cards seemed stacked against them. When Alison played her last card, she crowed triumphantly.

“We WIN!” Then she eyed her mother disgustedly.

“On your back, you fucking whore! Your daughter’s really got to pee!”

Evelick looked at her for a moment. Then she surprised me by getting onto the floor and opening her mouth. “Damn!” Ron gasped in amazement. “Mom’s really gonna DO IT!”

“Why not, honey?” she asked drunkenly. “You should always pay your bets.” Then she looked up at her daughter as Alison got into position.

Instead of peeing in her mom’s mouth, Alison peed all over her while calling her a filthy whore. But amazingly her mother acted like it was quite all right as she urged her daughter to pee all over her.

Then it was my turn. I didn’t realize how bad I had to go. “Uh… I really gotta go,” I warned hesitantly.

“Well then go ahead, baby!” Alison urged me. “Pee all over the fucking slut’s face! Let her rip, baby!” Even her mom seemed eager for me to pee all over her.

I really had to go, so I just pointed and then allowed it to flow. It splattered all over Evelick’s face. Alison egged me on, telling me to pee all over her mom and to coat her with my piss. Amazingly, Evelick egged me on by encouraging me, the kinky bitch!

What I didn’t expect was Alison demanding her mother to lick up the pee up off the floor. I thought it would be humiliating as hell. Amazingly she licked up every drop!

We took a break from playing cards for a bite of dessert. We had the cake Alison’s mom had made. It was quite good, and it was served with hot coffee, something I figured everyone could use including both drunken females.

I saw something in Evelick’s eyes. I got the impression she wasn’t through trying to get back at her daughter, especially after being pissed on and then being made to lick it up off the floor. “Anyone up for another game?” she asked as she poured everyone some wine.

Alison looked at her mother and thought about it for a second. Then she got this big grin. “What, honey?” her mom asked curiously.

“I was just thinking,” Alison mused. “How about another bet? If you lose, you get a whipping. I would love to see Riwa whip that ass and those tits of yours, mom!”

“And if we win, Ron gets to whip you?” Alison smiled and nodded.

“Deal the cards, honey,” Evelick excitedly told her son. “After we win I’m going to enjoy watching you whip your sister.” Damn! Now this was really getting kinky!

Ron was more than a little excited about the possibility of whipping Alison. His card play was what I could only describe as “inspired”. When it was over Alison and I had lost.

“Time for your whipping!” Evelick gasped with delight. I was surprised Alison went willingly. We took her down to their basement where her mom tied her off with her arms outstretched before Ron whipped her ass and backside. I was forced to watch helplessly as his mother egged him on while my hard cock stiffened with arousal.

Evelick saw my situation and immediately knelt right in front of me. “Does Ron whipping your fiancé make you hard, baby?” she cooed at me. “Here… let me kiss it and make it all better.” Then she slowly took me deep into her mouth. When Ron asked her what he should do with his sister, she paused long enough to suggest whipping her tits before taking my cock back into her mouth.

“Mom, you BITCH!” Alison cried out as Ron turned her around. Then he began brutally flogging her tits.

Alison screamed, but that only made my cock twitch and spasm. “Shut up and take it like a gracious loser, honey!” her mom said with a smile before eagerly gobbling me down. Alison yelled at Ron to take it easy. But he was clearly enjoying himself.

I couldn’t help it, and I finally came in Evelick’s mouth while watching poor Alison get a severe tit-whipping. She was finally let go before we all went back upstairs. Her body had red welts all over her. I could tell she was itching for revenge.

“How about another game, mom?” she said. It came out as more of a demand than anything else.

“Haven’t you had enough, baby?”

“It’s simple, mom.” “I gotta get you back after what you put me through. And you sucked my fiancé’s cock! Have you no shame??”

“Honey, I simply didn’t want him to hurt himself.” her mother giggled drunkenly. “He had a bad case of blue balls. You know that’s not good for a man.”

“Wanna put your money where your mouth is, you fucking whore? You’re such a cunt; you know that, mom?”

“No more than you are, honey,” her mother said, giggling over at me. “But ok… we can play another game. What do you want your brother to do to you when you lose again?”

“Oh, NO!” Alison stated firmly. “We’re not losing this time, mom! And I’m not telling you what’s going to happen! You’ll have to lose to find out!”

“Oh? You want it to be a surprise? I like surprises! Does that mean I get to think of something to do to you when you lose?”

“We’re not going to lose, mom!”

“We’ll just see about that, honey.” Then she turned in my direction.

“Deal the cards for us; would you, baby? While you’re dealing, I’ll be thinking of something particularly juicy to do to my daughter once she loses.”

I was thinking about putting a stop to the whole thing when Ron grabbed my arm and shook his head. In an instant I could see what he was thinking. With both women losing their inhibitions with all the drinking and gamesmanship, it was only a matter of time before something seriously sexual happened… or maybe something even worse.

The game seesawed back and forth before Alison and I finally came out on top. “YEAH!” she gasped triumphantly. Then she turned toward her brother.

“Ron, go fetch every clothespin we have, ok? And while you’re at it, get mom a red ball-gag! I don’t want the slut saying another word!” I found myself getting really curious as to what my fiancé had in mind.

She looked at Evelick and pointed at the floor. “On your back, mom! You’ve got this coming!”

Evelick dutifully stretched out on her back, never one to shy away from a debt she owed. A moment later Ron returned with a red ball-gag and a bowl full of clothespins. This was going to be interesting.

Alison started by stuffing the gag into her mother’s mouth before tying the woman’s wrists down above her head so she couldn’t move. Then she began clamping clothespins one by one onto her mother’s tits. Each time another one went on, Evelick whimpered in pain until Alison had used every last one, leaving her mom looking like a pincushion.

That wasn’t the half of it. Alison instructed her mother to play the next game just like that. She released her wrists and watched as her mom got up and dutifully settled into her chair.

Amazingly she seemed ready to play cards again: gag, clothespins and all. What surprised me even more was the way she and Ron actually won the next game despite the pain she was in. Alison was crushed, and she sat there stunned.

Ron and I eagerly waited to see what would happen next as Evelick calmly got up out of her chair and left the room. We heard her painful cries from the back of the house. I could only assume she was removing clothespins.

She returned with a huge black dildo which she gave to her daughter. “I think you ought to give the boys a show, honey,” she said calmly. “So I want you to fuck yourself with this.”

At first Alison was a little indignant… that is, until she saw our lustful expressions. That seemed to change her mind. The opportunity to show off to us must have overridden any embarrassment.

“I’ll show you how to put on a show!” she declared as she got on her back. Then she slid the dildo into her pussy. It was huge, and it really stretched her as she took it.

“Now fuck it, honey!” her mom encouraged. “Fuck that big black cock! Fuck it like you mean it! Make yourself cum for us, baby! We all want to watch you cum! Rub that clit of yours and get off for us, baby!”

Alison really got into it as we all cheered her on. Maybe she liked the attention, or maybe she wanted to be more of a whore than her mother. At any rate she furiously rubbed herself until she had a shuddering climax. We were all visibly impressed.

Alison slowly pulled it out, but her mother smiled wickedly at her. “Oh, you’re not done, honey,” she said ominously. “There’s just one more thing you gotta do first.”

“What’s that?” Alison wanted to know.

“We want to watch you fuck your ass with it!”

“MOM??”

“What’s the matter, honey? A slut like you can’t get it in, not even for your fiancé? Your mom sure as hell could. Give that thing to me and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“No; I’ll do it!” Alison said grudgingly, unwilling to let her mom get one up on her at anything. First she got on her hands and knees. Then she began pushing it into her anus. She winced as her anal ring started to give, and she whimpered in pain as she slowly slid it inside.

“Now fuck yourself with it,” her mom told her. “Show your fiancé the kind of whore he’s getting.”

Alison thrust it in and out, whimpering how big it was. But once she saw how our cocks were standing at attention, she actually started throwing herself into it. Grabbing on tight she looked lustfully at Ron and I before really fucking her shit-hole.

Her mom thought that was the hottest thing she’d ever seen her daughter do. She sat and fingered herself to orgasm while we all watched. “I guess that’s it,” Evelick finally said, appearing satisfied.

“Not so fast, mom,” Alison replied when she had finished and had gently pulled the dildo out. “Now I think it’s my turn to do something to you.”

“Do what?”

“Turn the boys on even more. This is for Ron and Riwa, right? Now it’s my turn to have YOU do something. Or are you afraid it might hurt a little.”

“I can take anything you can dish out, honey.”

“Then get on your back, mom!”

Amazingly her mother did as she was told. Then Alison smiled before closing her hand into a fist and showing it to the two of us. She smiled knowingly as Ron gasped, “Oh fuck; yeah!!” I just nodded my head agreeably, too astonished to speak.

Evelick got this wide-eyed look on her face as her daughter pushed her fist against her cunt. It slowly gave way until we all watched incredulously as it went further and further inside. Alison’s mom was reduced to blubbering.

Her daughter started thrusting harder and harder. But when Evelick saw how hard our cocks had become, she went crazy with sexual lust as she gasped, “Fuck – fuck – FUCK! Do it harder, honey! Ohmygawd; I’m gonna cum! Fist your slut-whore mother! Fuck; make it hurt!” Alison just grinned at us from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Evelick had a screaming orgasm. But Alison brutally fisted her mom until the poor thing had two more. Then she pulled her fist out as the two women looked at us, panting heavily for breath. Ron and I were both sporting serious erections.

“Honey, I think we’ve forgotten someone,” Evelick said remorsefully. Alison looked at her mother and then looked at us before nodding.

“Sorry guys,” she said apologetically. “I guess we got a little carried away.”

“Yes,” her mom added, appearing equally regretful. “How can we make it up to you boys?”

Ron wasn’t about to let this one slide. “Well, sis; you can start by sucking my cock. If you can fist mom and enjoy it, you can sure as hell can suck your brother’s cock.” Then he laid out on the floor as he added, “Mom, you can help her if you want.”

Alison looked like she was more than willing. She told her brother she was going to give him her best blowjob ever. Then she started right in, taking him deep down her throat. Ron moaned while I was left watching a hot incestuous scene with mother, daughter and brother.

Alison sucked him like a pro. It wasn’t long until he began shooting into her mouth, crying out his release. “Don’t swallow!” her mom eagerly told her. “Give it to me when you’re done, honey! Let’s share it.”

Alison nodded as she sucked her brother clean. Then her mother eagerly laid out on her back as she leaned over her. Ron and I watched in awe as Ron’s cum came out of Alison’s mouth in one big glob.

Evelick eagerly took it into her mouth, waiting until her daughter had given it all to her. Then she gulped it down. “Fuck, yeah!” Ron gasped. “Mom, that was so hot!” I couldn’t believe what I had seen, and it left me with a serious hard-on.

“Now it’s Riwa’s turn, honey,” Evelick told her daughter. “On your hands and knees, baby! Let’s let him give you a good fuck, ok?”

Alison eagerly got on her knees as her mom knelt next to her, checking her ass. “Bring that bad boy over here, baby,” she told me, slapping her daughter’s ass. “This sexy whore has a hole made just for you. Bring it on over, ok? Fuck this bitch’s cunt, baby! Fuck her hard!”

I hesitantly stepped over, my cock hard and throbbing. Evelick just grabbed it and started shoving it into her daughter’s hole. “C’mon, now… don’t go easy on her! Fuck her hard, baby; she wants to be a whore for you!”

I fucked Alison hard as her mom knelt there and watched me the whole time. But she was still pretty drunk. I think I got her all hot and bothered because she suddenly stopped me.

First she made her daughter get up. Then she laid on her tummy and told her daughter to lay on top of her. “Fuck us both, Riwa!” she gasped eagerly. “Gawd, baby; just pick the slut you want! Take turns, baby! Gawd; just fuck the shit out of the two of us!”

I couldn’t believe I was fucking both mother and daughter! But there I was, thrusting into Evelick and then pulling out and pumping into her daughter who was also my fiancé. I finally couldn’t stand it any longer as I cried out, “I’M CUMMING!” before filling Alison’s cunt with my spunk.

I should’ve known their competitive streak wasn’t going to end there. “I WANT IT!” Evelick cried out as she crawled out from underneath Alison. Then she buried her face in her daughter’s muff and proceeded to slurp it out, nearly causing Alison to orgasm from her tongue.

“It’s MINE!” Alison protested. “You already got yours, mom! Give it to me!”

“Oh, all right,” her mother grumped.

Her daughter eagerly turned over onto her back. Her mom leaned over her head and opened her mouth. This time it was my spunk that dribbled out of Evelick’s mouth into Alison’s eagerly gaping maw.

She enthusiastically swallowed every drop. “Gawd; that’s hot, mom!” Ron exclaimed. His mother turned and beamed at him.

Both ladies sat up and turned toward me, totally unashamed at their barren nakedness. Obviously their alcohol consumption had totally destroyed any inhibitions they might have had. “Ok, honey,” Alison slurred. “Who’s the better fuck?”

“Hunh?” I didn’t know what would be the safest answer.

“Yes, baby; please tell us!” her mother added. “Who has the best cunt? I mean I’m sure it’s probably obvious that maturity beats youth here!”

Alison was not impressed with that remark. “Mom, just because you’re a whore doesn’t make you a good one! Now who was the best fuck, honey? It was me, right?”

“Doesn’t anyone want my opinion?” Ron asked, his cock having hardened right back up as he pointed it at them.

“Just the opinion we need!” Evelick gasped brightly. “Bring it on over here, son. Let your mother give you the fucking of your life!”

Alison was shocked. “MOM?? You incestuous COW!” It was funny the way she said it, because the very next words out of her mouth were “Ron, get on over here and fuck me instead!”

“Now who’s the incestuous bitch?” her mother wanted to know. But Alison was adamant; she wanted her brother’s cock. Ron wasted no time rushing over to his sister.

“If you’re going to get your brother off, you can damn well get me off too!” Evelick stated firmly. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl!” Alison did as she was told.

“Now fuck your sister hard, honey,” Evelick told her son. “This incestuous little whore wants it. So I damn well think you ought to give it to her.”

Ron slid into his sister’s dripping pussy and started pounding it hard. As she grunted, her mother grabbed her by a handful of hair and pulled her forward. “Lick me out, baby girl. Let’s see if that tongue of yours is any good.”

“I can lick pussy better than you, bitch,” Alison proclaimed. Then she buried her face into her mother’s muff and started licking.

It was a scene I could never imagine I would get to witness when I first came over. Ron was pounding his sister with Evelick egging him on as Alison licked her mother’s pussy. My cock got nice and hard again as I watched it all.

“That’s enough!” Ron’s mom called out. “It’s my turn to ride that cock now, baby girl! You’ve had your fun already!”

“But MOM?!”

“No ‘BUTS’, honey!” her mother stated. Then she looked over at her son. “Honey, why don’t you get on the floor for your dear, sweet mother.”

“Ok, mom!” Ron gasped eagerly.

I watched as Ron lay on the floor on his back. His mother climbed on top and slowly eased his cock into her dripping snatch. Then she told her daughter to sit on Ron’s face and make her brother eat her out.

Once more I found myself watching something so utterly astonishing – so incredibly erotic – that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would witness it. Evelick gasped and moaned, encouraging her son to fuck the shit out of her. Meanwhile Alison moaned as she looked at me, telling me what Ron was doing to her and asking me if I was enjoying what I was watching.
All three of them came at nearly the same time. When Evelick climbed off her son, Ron’s cum leaked out of her well-fucked pussy. Alison eagerly sucked it all out and swallowed without being asked. Then as Ron walked over to me, both women looked at us expectantly. “So who’s the best?” his mother wanted to know.

Ron looked at me and winked as though secretly trying to get me to string the evening along. “Gee, mom; I’m not sure,” he admitted, acting hesitant. “You’re both really good, but it’s kinda hard to tell. I guess if you count how tight you are. then I’d say Alison wins that one because your pussy is a little loose.”

“Is that true?” Evelick asked me, disappointment in her voice.

“Well…” I hesitated, not wanting to admit to anything.

“We’re going to settle this once and for all!” Evelick demanded. “It’s not just the pussy that matters, right? Other holes are important too! Now get over here, Riwa, and fuck your mother-in-law-to-be’s ass!”

I couldn’t believe it, and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. I was certainly glad I hadn’t drank that much, because I really wanted to remember this night. I went over and she bent over and helped guide me in before she started rocking back against me.

“Fuck me!” Evelick gasped deliriously. “Fuck me hard!”

“Are you sure?” I asked carefully.

“Absolutely! I want you to know what kind of a mother-in-law you’re getting. I’m a much better fuck than that slutty daughter of mine. Give it to me like you mean it!”

I started ramming her hard until she started to gasp. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy had been. She was very enthusiastic, eagerly begging me to fuck her.

If this was indeed a competition between her and her daughter, she was doing her damnedest to gain ground on the woman I was planning on marrying. Then I heard Alison call out my name. “See what you’re missing, baby?” That’s when I turned to look.

Alison was riding her brother’s cock, and it was jammed up her ass. He was telling her how tight she felt and what a good fuck she was. But she was looking over at me, giving me a slutty smile.

“Gawd, he’s really giving it to me, baby! But you know it’s your cock I love up my ass; right?”

Her mom turned and saw her daughter taunting her, and the race was on. Both women went nuts acting like the sluttiest of whores. Alison allowed her own brother to fuck her in the ass like it was no big deal at all.

Meanwhile, her mom called herself a filthy, fucking whore as she told me to brutalize her shit-hole. Ron and I came as both women got off with mammoth orgasms. But I doubted they would remember anything in the morning.

Both women wanted to switch partners and be fucked again. Evelick wanted her son to know just what kind of an ass-whore she was. Alison wanted me to appreciate her nice, tight little hole. But Ron and I needed a bit of a break. Besides, I could see the wheels turning in his mind.

“I don’t know, mom,” he said thoughtfully. “You took the clothespins like a trooper. But sis looked so hot when I whipped her.”

Alison beamed as her mother fumed. “And baby,” I told my bride to be. “You were great with that huge dildo. But your mother really acted like a filthy whore when you fisted her. She came hard, and it was hot to watch. So I’m still not really sure who’s the best.”

Her mother smiled triumphantly from the compliment. Alison turned and glared at her. “You want a hot bondage scene?” Alison finally asked in challenge. “Then you GOT it!”

“Oh, this I’ve got to see!” her mother laughed. Both women were still pretty much hammered. But they refused to stop.

Alison grabbed Ron and took him downstairs, telling me to wait until he came back up to get us. Evelick took the time to kiss me all over. She told me how sexy I was and that maybe we could get together from time to time to really satisfy my sexual needs, needs she wasn’t sure her daughter could provide.

Ron came back upstairs about 20 minutes later to announce Alison was ready. So the three of us went down. When we rounded the corner I saw her tied up on some sort of wooden box.

Rope severely cut through her pussy, and there was some sort of suction on her tits. There was also a gag through her mouth. “Go ahead, buddy,” Ron waved at me. “She wants you to enjoy yourself. Make her suffer.”

Evelick was not to be outdone. She told her son to come upstairs with her and help set her up as well. I could not believe how competitive they were.

I went over and pulled on the ropes, making Alison cry out in agony. But she had this look as if to say, “Do it again, baby! Get yourself off on my suffering! That cow upstairs has nothing on me!”

I yanked a few more times on the ropes. She screamed in agony through her gag. Then Ron came back down, strangely wearing a black shirt.

“Mom’s ready for us,” he said with a huge grin. “Gawd; this is getting good!” Then he whispered into my ear so that Alison couldn’t hear… “Damn, buddy! If this keeps up they might just snuff themselves for us!”

He helped me untie Alison from her bondage. Then she pressed up against me, kissing me deeply. I could still taste alcohol on her breath.

“Was it good for you?” she asked lustfully. “Will I win this one?” So I suggested, “Let’s go up and see what your mother has to offer.”

“Do we have to? Stay down here with me, Riwa! Tell me I’m the best; ok?”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close,” I admitted as I smiled at her. She beamed back at me before kissing me again.

We went upstairs to find her mother tied with her arms behind her back. There was a blindfold on her face and some rope coming down helping keep her on her feet. There was some sort of scarf or something dangling around her neck.

“Watch this?” Ron said with a grin. Then he walked over to his mother.

He grabbed the scarf and pulled it. “Shall I snuff you, mom?” he asked ominously, reaching out and grabbing her tit. “Shall I strangle the life out of you?”

“Gawd, yes!” she gasped. “Do it, honey! Snuff your own mother for your pleasure! Snuff me like the worthless whore I am!”

I stared in utter shock as Ron grinned at me. Amazingly he had his mother right where he wanted her. Alison looked at Ron in surprise… and then at her mother. Then she looked down and saw how hard my cock was seeing her mother like that.

At that moment I think Alison in her alcohol induced stupor actually thought she was going to lose to her mother. That was something she just could not accept. “NO!” she cried out. “We were doing bondage! Now it’s my turn again! If anyone’s going to be snuffed first, it’s going to be ME!”

She turned to me where she literally started begging me. I could see the pleading look in her eyes. “Hang me first, honey! You always get hard when you see hanging pictures. Hang me instead of that old cow. You know my tits bounce better than her saggy knockers. I want you to get off snuffing me. Let’s do it now!”

“No!” Evelick called out. “Snuff me now, Ron! I’m already set up! Do it, honey; you know you want to! I want you to enjoy snuffing your own mother! I’m the best snuff-slut in this house, and everybody knows it!”

“Mom, you slut! Snuff me instead, Riwa! I’ll give you the best snuff of your life!” I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard it myself.

Ron just grinned at me. Then he turned and started untying his mother. “Fair is fair, mom. I suppose sis should go first since it’s her turn again.”

Alison cried out triumphantly as Ron freed his mother. She walked over, picked up someone’s half-filled glass of wine and drained it in one gulp. Then she smiled happily as she exclaimed, “I get to go first!”

We all went downstairs where Ron set up a noose over an exposed length of iron pipe. Alison was giddy with excitement. I don’t think she had a single clue what was really going to happen. As far as she was concerned she and her mom were still trying to one-up each other.

Ron had Alison step up on a stool. Then he noosed his sister. Both his cock and mine were straining visibly. I could tell Alison was taking our visible erections as an extreme compliment when she smiled at her mother as if to say, “Fuck you, bitch! They’re turned on seeing me getting ready to hang!”

“Now I want you both to fuck me as I hang,” she told us, looking defiantly at her mother. “This is going to be the best hanging EVER!”

“Anything you say, sis,” Ron replied enthusiastically. “Any last words?” That’s when he lifted his foot and placed it up against the stool.

“I WIN!” was all she said happily. Then he kicked it away.

Alison gawked and gurgled, the rope taking her full weight as her face started to turn red. She started to kick up a storm while Ron and I admired her dance. Then she swung softly. That’s when we both stepped forward, knowing time was short.

Her mom didn’t look pleased as we stepped forward to give her daughter a flying fuck. I slipped behind Alison and slowly slid into her ass as her brother found her cunt. She had just enough energy left to wrap her legs around him, using him to lift herself up enough to get a little more air.

She must have found some energy because she began fucking her brother’s hard cock. She gasped and gurgled, making delicious wet noises as we fucked her together. “You’re definitely winning now, honey,” I encouraged as I reached around to grope her tits from behind.

That seemed to give her a burst of energy hearing me say that. She started grunting and riding Ron a little harder. That’s when he gasped, “Gawd, buddy; you should feel her cunt spasming around my cock!”

“Oh, yeah? Well her tight ass is doing incredible things to my cock back here!” Then I pinched her nipples as I savagely mauled her tits. Alison shuddered, and I like to think it was because she appreciated the attention I was giving her breasts.

Standing off to one side, her mother scowled unhappily. Her daughter was obviously winning the competition to see who was the best slut/whore/snuff. I could tell it wasn’t setting very well with her. I could only imagine the things she might ask us to do to her next, perhaps to help her come out on top?

It wasn’t long until Ron cried out as he rammed his cock hard inside his sister, filling her cunt with his spunk. A moment later I erupted into her ass. Alison gawked and gurgled as we fucked her hard. I could tell the noose was taking her life away little by little.

Ron and I both pulled out, allowing Alison to sway softly. “Let the slut hang!” her mother stated. We all watched as Alison’s life ebbed away.

Evelick suddenly noticed cum dripping out of her daughter’s holes. It was as if she’d forgotten her duties or something… “SHIT!”

She got down on her knees as best she could in her intoxicated condition. Then she began licking her daughter’s muff in an attempt to get as much of her son’s cum as she could. I though I saw Alison shudder as though her body was going through one last orgasm.

Her chest heaved, but she was unable to draw another breath into her lungs. At that moment it was as though reality set in at what she’d done to herself. But it was much too late. The next thing we heard was a death rattle that came up from somewhere inside her. Then the life flicked out of her eyes as she hung limp except for the occasional muscle twitch.

Her mom was licking cum out of her pussy when I heard Alison start to piss herself. Evelick never slowed down as she dutifully licked that up as well. Maybe she was too drunk to notice, or maybe she didn’t care.

Maybe she was much too turned on by it all. Maybe she believed it was a part of her winning the competition. All I know is that she licked up every drop. Then she went around back and began licking out her dead daughter’s ass, making sure not to miss any cum from that hole either.

Ron and I were utterly astonished at what we were watching. Then Evelick finally got up and gave her daughter a push. Alison lifelessly swayed back and forth.

“Fuckin’ whore!” Ron’s mom muttered at her daughter. “Ok – ok; so she gave us a half-decent hanging.” Then she looked at the two of us.

“You boys really get off on that?”

Ron never once hesitated. “Absolutely, mom! I’ve always wanted to snuff sis! Deep down so did Riwa. She was a hot fuck and a great snuff-slut!” Then he paused before quietly adding, “That’s gonna be pretty hard to beat, mom.”

“Well, boys; I think I can top that. Wait right here.”

We watched as she stumbled up the stairs. Ron and I looked at each other in confusion, wondering what she had in mind. But I could tell he was hoping we were going to get to snuff his mother.

She came back down five minutes later with a metal bucket and another stool. In the bucket was a large butcher knife. She placed the stool down under an adjacent pipe and then handed me the bucket. Then she told us, “I want you boys to snuff me in the most painful way imaginable.”

I looked at her in surprise. Ron had this huge grin on his face. She looked like she wasn’t kidding!

“Boys, I’m serious.” She told Ron, “Honey, I want you to fuck my ass as I hang.” Then she looked me right in the eye.

“Riwa, I want you to take that knife and gut me. Fuck my belly, baby! Then reach in and pull out my guts and dump them in the bucket! I’d say that should beat my dead whore daughter!”

Ron incredulously asked, “Are you sure, mom?”

“Damn straight, honey!”

“Fucking hell!” Ron gasped. “I can’t think of anything hotter! Mom, I’d say you win by a fucking mile!”

His mother grinned from ear to ear. Then she turned to her dangling dead daughter. “Hear that, honey? I’m going to WIN!”

She gave my dead fiancé a triumphant shove. Alison swung back and forth again. I saw cum or urine drip off her big toe onto the floor.

Evelick stepped up onto the stool before Ron tied her arms behind her back. Then he brought the noose down over her neck. She gasped and shivered excitedly, especially when I placed the bucket right in front of her.

She eagerly told me, “I want you to gut me while I’m still alive, baby! I want both you boys to get off on this. Make it one that will blow your sister’s hanging away, son. Make it one for the history books!”

“No problem, mom!” Ron gasped excitedly.

He tightened the noose around her neck. Then he savagely groped her tits. “Time to die, mom!” he gasped excitedly.

I could see her pussy was wet with excitement. “Do it!” she exclaimed eagerly. “Do it now, boys!” Then Ron kicked the stool out from under her.

We let her swing back and forth for a couple of minutes. Then Ron stepped behind her and steadied her. “Here it comes, mom!” he gasped as he savagely thrust into her ass.

She jerked as her eyes flew open wide. I murmured, “Fuck; that’s hot!” When she heard that she got this happy expression on her face as her son started to give her a good hard butt-fucking.

I gave her a couple more minutes. By that time I could tell by the look in her eyes she was begging for the knife. I adjusted the bucket closer before pulling the knife out, brandishing it in front of her so she could see it… “Here it comes, whore!”

Sweat dripped down off her face as I plunged the blade into her stomach just below her rib cage. She gawked and gurgled as I began fucking her with it. Ron egged me on as his mother jerked from the pain of the noose and the blade, telling me to gut her like a fish. I told him she was one kinky whore and that she’d definitely won as I gutted her all the way down to her clit.

She was still gurgling and jerking around when I reached in and started pulling her guts out. They spilled into the bucket with a noticeable plop. I swear she shuddered from an orgasm, although at that moment I could tell by the look in her eyes she was in pure agony.

I reached inside and felt around the warmth of her insides, pulling out more guts and other organs. I left her heart and lungs as she still needed those for the few moments she had left. Then I stuck my fist into her pussy, shoving hard and upward.

“You win,” I told her with a smile. “You’re the kinkiest, most filthiest whore I’ve ever come across. You were willing to allow us to snuff your own daughter… and now you’re letting us snuff your worthless ass? What a fucking whore!”

Ron drove his cock up hard into her ass. She gawked again as her eyes flew open wide. Together we ruthlessly fucked her, him with his cock up her ass and me with my fist up her cunt.

“Snuff her, Ron,” I urged him. “Snuff her now!” That’s when he grabbed onto her shoulders.

He pulled down hard. There was a “GAWK” and then a loud “CRICK”. Immediately she went limp in the noose.

Ron roared as he shot his load up her filthy shit-hole. A moment later my hard cock went off as I spewed my load into the opening to her stomach. Then we both pulled out and looked in amazement at what we’d accomplished… mother and daughter hanging side by side like sides of beef, especially the side of beef that was his mother as she hung gutted.

“Damn, Riwa; I need a drink!”

“Me too, Ron.” Then we both went upstairs to wet our whistles, leaving mother and daughter to hang together…

© 2009; 2017 (Written for Alison, Ron and Evelick Sep 25 ’09; ed. Aug 31 ‘17 by riwa)

(Pictures found on the net and captioned for illustration purposes only.)

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Late for work 1.3 (3)

Author’s note: This is a story I wrote 12 years ago when I was first working on underwater/drowning stories. A fan discovered my writings and asked me to do a task-oriented story where the female gets herself into trouble. So this is what I came up with. It is largely intact and unedited from the original version so you can see how my writing style has evolved over the years.

Late for work

Jennifer found a spot to park and got out of her vehicle. She retrieved her towel, lunch sack and cell phone, locked the car, stuffed the keys in her pants pocket and headed off to her favorite swimming hole. It was nestled in a wooded part of the city, just off the river.

She had decided to come here in an attempt to wake up. A nice invigorating swim was just what she needed to shake the lethargy out of her eyes before she went to work. For the umpteenth time, she promised herself that she wouldn’t party so late on a Sunday night.

She followed the winding path, turned left and headed off toward the trees that ringed the perimeter of the pond. She was looking forward to a good swim and a little healthy flirting if there were any cute guys present. That was one thing she couldn’t be sure of on this Monday afternoon, although it was early summer.

Jen arrived at her favorite spot. For the moment it was deserted. No one was jumping off the big tree into the pond today, although it was still early… just a little after noon.

She set her belongings on the towel and stripped off her work clothes, revealing a dark red bikini that matched her dark red hair. She set everything in a bundle and headed down to the water’s edge. Since it dropped off so quickly, she dove right into the water and swam under the surface, allowing the coolness of the pond to awaken her.

She surfaced, took a breath and jack-knifed and headed for the tree at the bottom. She came up to a branch, wrapped her legs around it and pressed herself against it. She held her watch in front of her face, allowed twenty seconds go by, then released the branch and surfaced.

That felt good…

After twenty minutes of uninterrupted swimming, she felt the first warning pangs of hunger. Reluctantly she swam to the shore, got out of the water, spread out her towel, sat down on it and started on her salad and diet coke.

She watched as a couple of boys showed up and dropped their belongings nearby. They looked to be around 14 or 15. They gawked at her before they headed to the tree. She smiled at them and then went back to her salad as they started jumping off the higher branches into the pond.

After lunch, Jen watched them for a few minutes… felt her lethargy threaten to return. ‘I’ve really got to stop staying up so late on Sunday night,’ she thought. Maybe jumping off the tree with them would give her the adrenaline rush she needed to get her through the rest of the afternoon so she could put in some quality hours at the restaurant.

“Can I jump with you?”

“S – sure,” one of them stuttered. The other one elbowed him, unable to believe their good fortune. Wait until they told the gang back at the neighborhood about the red-haired red-bikinied babe they’d spent the afternoon with.

She climbed half-way up so as not to intimidate them and jumped off, hitting the pond with a refreshing splash. She swam underwater for a short distance, then surfaced and headed back to the shore as first one, and then the other, leaped in after her.

This went on for about 45 minutes. Then she decided that a quick nap would top off her visit to the pond. She excused herself from the two wild-eyed teenagers, spread her towel out on the ground and stretched herself out upon it, giving the boys the opportunity to stare shamelessly at her bikini as she napped…

—–

It took four rings before her cell phone jolted her awake. She picked it up and looked at the number…

It was the restaurant. Why were they calling…?

“Hello.”

“I thought you were coming in early today to help the new girl?”

“Early?” She looked at her watch.

It was 3:30…

“Oh shit… I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. I lost track of the time.”

“You do this every Monday, Jennifer. You’re becoming unreliable.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Johnson…”

“You partied again last night, didn’t you!” the voice declared.

“Uh… yeah… kinda…” she replied a little sheepishly. ‘Shit!’ she thought. ‘I’ve REALLY got to stop partying on Sunday night!’

“No more,” the voice stated. “If you’re late one more time, Jennifer, I’m replacing you. That includes today. Be here at four o’clock. If you show up at 4:01, don’t even bother coming in the door.” The line went dead.

‘He’s really pissed,’ she thought fearfully. ‘I better get out of here.’

She checked her watch again as she started pulling her pants on. ‘If I leave now, I can make it with a few minutes to spare.’

She patted her pocket… did NOT feel the reassuring bulge of her car keys. She shoved her hands into both pockets.

Empty.

She looked at the two young men. They were smiling at her, as though they knew something she didn’t.

“You didn’t take my keys, did you?” she growled at them.

“Do you know somebody named Sylvia and Monica?” one of them asked her as he picked up his stuff.

“Sylvia and MONIQUE?” she asked with a growing sense of dread.

“Yeah.”

“How do YOU know them?” ‘Oh god,’ she thought worriedly. ‘They didn’t… did they?’

“They came by to see you, but you were sleeping so they took your keys and…”

“They DIDN’T!” Jen cried out in horror.

“Yeah, they did…” the other replied, “… right out there…” He pointed out to the middle of the pond where the large sunken tree was. “They said you guys do that to each other all the time. They told us not to breathe a word until you woke up.”

“SHIT!” she exclaimed. This was NOT the time to play dive-and-find-your-car-keys. “I don’t suppose you could drive me to work, could you?”

“Sorry. We walked. Besides, we can’t drive yet!”

She was screwed. Sylvia and Monique meant well, but this time their little game was gonna get her ass fired unless she could find her keys in one hell of a hurry.

She scrambled to get out of her pants and headed down to the water. It was a good thing she’d gotten that bright orange day-glo key ring a month ago. This was the third time they’d tossed her keys into this very pond.

“You want our help?” one of the boys called out to her.

“No!” Jen replied as she dove into the water.

“Ok.” The two teenagers started toward home, leaving Jen to search for her car keys alone.

The frantic redhead swam out along the bottom, praying that she’d find them quickly. She had to maneuver around large branches, roots and trunks. On any other day, she’d enjoy a good game of find-your-keys…

She surfaced, swam out a little farther, took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the bottom…

‘Please, let me find them quickly – please, let me find them quickly… why did they have to walk by the park today… I shouldn’t have taken that nap… please, let me find them quickly…’

Frustrated, she surfaced and gasped for breath. They could be anywhere out here. Damnit, they shouldn’t be THAT hard to spot. She took a deep breath, jack-knifed again… dove for the bottom…

She looked around the big tree trunk…

FOUND ‘EM!

They lay majestically on a patch of muddy bottom, underneath several crisscrossing branches. She made a beeline for them, but was stopped short by a couple of branches that blocked her path. She swam in from another angle, gained a few inches, but was still short. She moved to another opening, felt the burn in her chest as she stretched her arm toward them…

‘Damnit, I’m so close…’

She felt a convulsion in her chest and headed back to the surface in frustration. She broke the water and gasped in an attempt to catch her breath.

She checked her watch. If she could get them in her next dive, put on her clothes over her wet swimsuit, run like hell for the car, drive ten miles over the speed limit through town without getting caught… she might barely make it.

She was convinced. No more Sunday night parties! She took a deep breath, jack-knifed and dove for the tree.

She found a large opening between two branches and worked her way through it. She found another opening which led her toward the tree…THERE THEY WERE. She would need to slip past two branches and work her way around. She’d be proud of her ability to get to them if she wasn’t in such a damn hurry.

She wedged herself past a crisscross pattern, reached out and snagged them triumphantly. She’d have to tell Sylvia and Monique about this. She’d never retrieved her keys from underneath the tree before.

She managed to turn herself around in the enclosed space… headed back the way she had come… there was the crisscross…

She burbled her way through as the burn in her lungs increased… slipped under a branch and moved forward…

She reached a point that looked unfamiliar. She tried to squeeze through the narrow opening… couldn’t quite get through…

Don’t panic… You just missed a branch, that’s all. They all tend to look alike down here… just go back and find the opening you came through…

She worked her way back, burbled out some air to alleviate the growing fire in her lungs.

Work past those branches there… just got to… squeeze through… and now left… no right… it’s that opening over there…

She wedged herself through another small opening, lost another burst of air. She felt fear rise in her throat, fought to keep it down. Panic would only get her killed.

There… through that opening… ‘burble’… then over to that big spot and out…

What the hell…?

She was back under the main body of the tree where she’d first retrieved her keys.

Too confusing… let’s try the other direction… ‘burble’…

She felt a convulsion in her chest that DEMANDED her immediate attention…

Through this opening here… shit, it’s too small… back up and go through that one over there…

The next chest convulsion was even more painful. It nearly caused her to inhale. Her cheeks bulged as she fought to hold her air in.

There… through that opening and up… damnit, it’s too small… back up and over to that one…

Air suddenly burst out of her body. Instinctively she grabbed her mouth and nose as her lungs convulsed inside her in an attempt to get oxygen…

She worked her way back to the place she’d found her keys…

Inhaled…

She convulsed as her body attempted to repel the water sucked into the lungs. She coughed, snorted water into her nose, which caused her to pull in another lungful of water through her mouth.

She began jerking spasmodically as she clawed at the crisscrossing limbs in a feeble effort to escape her cage of trunk and branches.

She cried out, only no sound came forth… just a small burble of air…

She convulsed painfully, spasmed as her body weakened. She made a last feeble attempt to swipe away the branches that lay across her path…

The rest of her air burbled up and away. She floated on her back up against the limbs of the big tree. She stared up at the surface… dimly realized that she was going to be late for work…

Then her eyes glazed over…

© 2005 (written for jqpublic Jul 28 ’05 by riwa)

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Victor’s Guillotine 3 4.4 (25)

3

I was tempted to stay and watch Victoria with Louisa. But it was early with the guillotine as I had just ridden it first. Besides, I wanted a good, stiff drink to steady my nerves.

Dorothy could tell I needed something. “C’mon, love,” she said as she grabbed my arm. “I know just what you need.” And with that we left the ladies to have their guillotine fun as we headed upstairs.

James followed us up as we went to the main floor. Dorothy led us over to a wetbar. A nice looking woman named Lorraine who might have been Victor’s wife was there to fix something for us.

Dottie ordered something for me she told me she liked that usually settled her nerves. Lorraine promptly fixed the same drink for all three of us. I took a gulp and felt the warmth of the refreshing concoction go right through me.

It did seem to make me feel better. Then Dorothy’s husband smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Julie. How did you like your first ride in the guillotine?”

“It was… I was… I guess I don’t know how to answer that, James. I was scared… excited… terrified… aroused… I don’t know. I sure was wet and embarrassed the way I was licked and fingered. But watching that timer tick on the wall in front of me was bloody unsettling, even though I was the first one to use it. I kept thinking, ‘I have to ride this for five minutes?? What if the blade comes down early? What if I lose my head?’ “

Dorothy chuckled at me as she took another sip of her drink. “Helluva rush, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t think I ever want to do that again, Dorothy. I don’t know how you do it. I mean, the orgasm was intense as hell. Yet I could feel this massive surge of terror ripple through me as though I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“So you’re never going to ride it again; is that it?” James looked at me dubiously as though he wasn’t sure he believed me.

“Oh hell no! Never in a million… well, never in a thousand… I can’t imagine I’d ever…” I paused as I thought about it before quietly murmuring, “Oh bloody hell.”

“She’s going to ride it again, James! I can see it in her eyes!”

He laughed at his wife’s reaction. I stared at her incredulously. “Dorothy?? Are you bloody crazy?”

“I can tell, love. You hesitated while you were talking about it. You’re already thinking about riding it again, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m bloody hell not!”

“Hah!” Then she held her glass in a toast to her husband as she declared, “Here’s to watching Julie riding the guillotine again before we go home.”

James responded by making a toast of his own. “Here’s to me wondering if my blushing bride will still have her head attached when we leave.” Dorothy just got this faraway look in her eyes before hastily downing the rest of her drink.

We wandered around meeting people before getting a little bite to eat. We saw Victoria and Louisa had returned to the main floor. She loudly told Victor he wouldn’t be cooking Louisa right now, but he might get another shot later in the afternoon. That generated some laughter and applause.

It was a very informal get-together. People milled around visiting with each other. I could hear some of his guests talking sports and politics. But those were topics I had no interest in. My mind was on that bloody machine set up down in the basement.

I saw Dorothy start to get all fidgety. Then she looped her arm through her husband’s. “Wanna go downstairs for some guillotine roulette, love?”

“Are you trying to make me a widow? Or are you simply interested in seeing if Victor can fix me a special plate of your sweet ass medium rare?”

“You’ll never know unless we go on down and give it a whirl, love. Besides, your cock gets so hard when you’re fucking me in the guillotine. Deep down I think you want to feel what my body will do once the blade drops.”

There was something in her eyes that made me think she was itching to go back down and try it out. “How about you, love?” she asked me with a knowing smile. “Care to give it another go?”

“I’m not sure,” I stammered nervously.

Thing of it is: I was actually giving it some thought. But I had no one to fuck me. And I didn’t want to ask Dorothy if I could borrow her husband once I got the nerve.

“Let’s go see who’s riding the guillotine,” she told me with a smile as she grabbed my arm. I could tell she was becoming rather breathless about the whole thing. I didn’t think she was going to be satisfied until she had a go at it.

I looked at James who just shook his head good-naturedly. I wasn’t sure I would have been so accepting of risking my spouse for a game of guillotine roulette. But I could certainly understand what Dottie saw in taking the crazy chance.

We made our way downstairs, only to hear voices drifting up from the basement. It sounded like there were people down in his guillotine room. Would James and Dottie have an audience when they took their turn?

When we got down there I saw 4 couples. One was using the machine while the others cheered them on. Some were dressed and some were naked.

The first thing I did was glance at the time on that monitor on the wall. It read 58:14… 58:15… 58:16. They were almost an hour into the two hour limit Victor had built into the damned thing.

A couple who must have been in their late forties or early fifties were standing there naked. Both looked like they were really tanned except for white outlines around her B-cup breasts and highlighting both their crotches, hers showing a bit of a bush. His cock was hard and she was absentmindedly stroking it.

There was an older couple standing there still dressed. He had a short, white beard and she had short, dark permed hair that was greying in spots. They hadn’t undressed, although I could tell he had a bulge. Did that mean they were going to use it soon? Or were they just enjoying the show?

I saw a naked young couple standing there watching. He had a long, thick cock that was noticeably hard. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, and was almost a head shorter than her companion. She too was stroking his cock as they watched, with him reaching around her back to grope one of her large boobs.

Using the guillotine was a couple who looked to be in their early 40’s. She had short, dark blonde hair and was strapped in as her partner fucked her from behind. He had a receding hairline and was giving it to her good.

The early fifties couple saw us walk up. The female remarked, “It looks like Dorothy and James have arrived for a turn. You’ll have to wait until Ken and Sybil are done using it, love!” They smiled knowingly at us as though already assuming Dottie was going for a ride.

Dorothy looked excitedly at the couple in the guillotine. I’m not sure if it mattered if she was in it or whether it was someone else. Her reaction seemed to be the same: one of lustful excitement. As for James, I noticed he was already sporting a bulge.

Ken was really giving it to Sybil while she lay strapped down to the guillotine. They didn’t seem to mind some of the couples were naked while watching them. The early fifties couple caught my questioning look and smiled.

“I’m Joyce and this is my husband Warren. We’ve already had our turn. The Wylie’s are in it now, and the Sampson’s are thinking about going next. Isn’t that right?” she called over to them.

The naked young blonde smiled at us. “We might let Dottie go next. That will increase the risk and excitement for us if we wait. I’m Rita and this is my boyfriend Jeff. As you can tell…” and she pulled on his hard, thick manhood “…he’s really enjoying the show.”

I saw the timer on the wall pass the one hour mark. If anything it made Sybil gasp with excitement. She let out a cry of “Ohmygawd; I’m cumming!” as her husband rammed her hard.

She let out an orgasmic scream as he thrust hard into her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching her orgasm right there on the guillotine with others looking on. It made me blush… and yet I was terribly aroused.

He pulled out of her cunt, and I saw a little cream leak out of her pussy onto the bench. Joyce reached over and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 1:02:47.

“Gawd, that was incredible!” Sybil gasped in the guillotine. “Every time I ride this bloody thing it just keeps getting better and better!”

“One of these days that blade’s going to fall,” her husband reminded her as he helped unstrap her. “What are we going to tell our kids then?”

“I guess you’ll just have to get them a new mum,” she panted. “This bloody thing’s addictive!”

When he helped her to her feet I saw moisture on the bench. The wife of the older, clothed couple smiled as she took a rag and wiped it down. “We’re Esther and Melvin Ryerson,” she told me. “I’m still working up the nerve to go for a ride.”

“You should definitely try it out!” Sybil gasped. I know she had just come off the thing with her head still intact and her body alive in orgasm. But what if that didn’t work out for the next couple??

“You’re next,” Melvin told the younger Sampsons. His wife looked admiringly at Jeff’s thick cock as though she was eager to watch him fuck his girlfriend with it.

“Shall we let Dottie go first?” she told her boyfriend. “We can let her go first if you want.”

“Oh no,” Dorothy waved at them. “You two can go next if you want. I’m willing to wait.” Was she really that willing to delay and risk a greater chance of losing her head?

“Dorothy always has such loud, lovely orgasms,” Joyce observed. “She can go next if she wants.” Then she gave a sly wink as she added, “Maybe this time James will get lucky.”

I was wondering how long this indecision was going to go on. James made the decision when he started helping undress his wife. “C’mon, love. Might as well go now. This may be your big moment, although it’s certainly nothing to lose your head over.”

Everyone had a good laugh at that as they both got undressed. I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious still being in my sundress. At least the older Ryersons were still fully clothed.

James cock sprung free as he dropped his briefs. Dorothy sat on the bench and gave him a few sucks to get him harder. I couldn’t believe she was blowing him right there in front of everyone!

She smiled at me as she said, “Guess I’d better do this now as I might not get another chance to taste him if my head comes off.” I could tell she was both nervous and excited. She almost looked like she was starting to become a little hesitant.

She finally stopped sucking him before laying herself out flat on the bench on her stomach. Her legs hung off the end, bent at the knees just like Sybil previously. Joyce and Sybil helped James strap her down. Then Joyce reached over for the latch as she smiled at Dorothy’s husband…

“Ready when you are, James.”

He nodded as he thrust into Dottie’s wet pussy. Joyce pulled the latch down, locking the lunette. Once more the timer on the wall began ticking.

“Oh bloody hell!” Dorothy gasped as her husband started shafting her. The women cheered her on while the guys watched and whistled appreciatively. Every cock was hard watching her get fucked in the guillotine.

I became breathless as I watched. My knickers were getting wet under my sundress. I couldn’t believe I was watching Dorothy and James fuck naked in the guillotine right in front of me! And I couldn’t believe I was actually considering going for a ride myself!!

The timer passed the 1:05:00 mark. James fucked her nice and slow as though he was taking his time. She gasped and moaned, her eyes glued to the timer in front of her.

“Gawd; look at her!” Sybil gasped appreciatively. “She really loves it!”

Ken smiled as he replied, “Maybe Victor will get a chance to roast her up if the blade falls.” James just smiled at them as Dottie gasped and whimpered.

They passed their five minutes in the guillotine and kept right on fucking. Dorothy became more and more excited as though she was about to go nuts. Then James rammed her really hard.

She screamed his name in orgasm as she shuddered hard while he pumped her full of his seed. I stared at the blade, watching in awe as I wondered if this might be the moment it might come plummeting down. Then James slowly pulled out, panting for breath.

I saw a little spunk leak out of her pussy onto the bench. This time it was Sybil who stepped up and popped the latch to the lunette. The clock stopped at 1:09:13

“Bloody hell that looked good!” young Rita gasped.

“Dottie always puts on a show,” Joyce replied with a smile. “That one looked like it was bloody good!”

James unstrapped her as Sybil helped pull the lunette up off her neck. Dorothy’s eyes were glazed over. A moment later she shivered as though she’d just endured an aftershock.

“Bloody hell, love!” she panted at her husband as she sat on the bench. She took his cock and sucked it clean while sitting there trying to compose herself. Then she got up from the bench on wobbly legs.

“Now that’s a lovely bird who enjoys riding the guillotine,” Melvin observed. He looked at his wife and asked, “So what do you think?”

“Maybe,” she panted, clutching her chest from the excitement of it all.

“I guess we’re next,” Rita told everyone with a smile. Esther quickly wiped off the bench with the rag, making sure she got all of James dripping cream. Then Rita took a seat.

She pulled Jeff to her and took his hardened member deep down her throat. I wondered if maybe she was showing off a little. Then she gasped as she took him out of her mouth, telling him, “Just in case that’s the last time I get to blow you, baby.”

She willingly sprawled out face down onto the bench. Jeff and a couple ladies helped strap her down to expedite the process. Then Joyce got ready to secure the latch that would start the timer.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” she asked Rita, patting her on the head. “Bloody hell; I’m so jealous of that cock of his!”

“You should be,” Rita chuckled. Then she gasped as Jeff pushed it all the way inside her. At the same time Joyce latched the lunette, triggering the timer.

She let out a cry of “Gawd, that feels good!” Then he started thrusting in and out as the timer resumed its mission. For some reason I felt a strange shudder of anticipation.

It happened so fast it caught us all off guard. One moment we were watching Rita get fucked by her boyfriend. The next the blade came down with a whoosh, bottoming out with a loud thump. Rita’s head just disappeared into the wicker basket below as blood started pouring out of her severed neck. The timer had stopped at 1:10:51, barely a minute and a half in.

We all jumped with an “AAUUGGHH!” the moment the blade fell. Jeff cried out, “BLOODY HELL!” as his girlfriend’s headless body started hitching and jerking around on the bench. Dorothy let out an orgasmic cry… and then promptly fainted dead away. After all, had she delayed, that would now be her lying there without that pretty head on her shoulders…

© 2017 (Jul 20 ’17)

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Chapter two of the Team Discipline story.

Chapter two of the Club story Vanessa’s Education.

A JustPaul illustrated story titled Lust has no Pride.

An underwater story with picture illustrations.

The beginning of a series of drowning shorts inspired by pictures I’ve found. I’m calling these Consensual Drowning from Arlene to Zoe.

The beginning of a series of asphyxia shorts inspired by pictures I’ve found. I’m calling these Consensual Asphyxia from A to Z.

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

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Brother and Sister at the Snuff Club 2 4.3 (14)

2

I think I scared him over wanting to go to the club because Stewart backed things off. For a couple days we didn’t even fuck… and he certainly didn’t hang me out in the garage. I didn’t want to pressure him or anything. But the fantasies remained strong… and my desire for orgasms even stronger.

One night I just had to experience what it was like to feel the noose around my neck again. Maybe it was because mom was up fucking another boy-toy in the master bedroom. Boy, were they loud! It made me horny as fuck!

I went off to locate Stew, hoping I could entice him to string me up in the garage. But he was masturbating alone in his bedroom. I felt bad he didn’t want to fuck me, so I left him alone.

I went off to the garage to play with myself. I stripped out of my clothes before stringing up the rope. Then I made a noose which I looped around my throat without using the strap to protect my skin.

I was feeling a little sorry for myself… or maybe I was really horny. Anyway I ran the other end through my crotch. Then I pulled on the free end through my pussy lips as I tried to apply some weight to the noose around my neck.

The rope dug into my cunt, which gave me wonderful pain and pleasure. But it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I wanted more.

I paused and looked all around for a way to carefully hang myself. I was so horny that I wanted my breath to be cut off as I dangled a little. But I needed a way to get myself up into the air.

Daddy had a small tool box that looked sturdy enough to stand on. So I dragged it directly under the noose. Then I got the strap for my neck because I wanted to make things last longer.

I probably shouldn’t have, but I tied off one end of the rope, measuring the length of the noose hanging in the air. I carefully stepped up on daddy’s tool box and slipped my head through. I had to stretch up on my toes and pull it down around my neck, but I made it.

I had a little coil of rope in my hand which I used to try tying my hands behind my back. I wanted to feel that bondage experience while I was up in the air. It was awkward, and I nearly slipped off the tool box. But the thought of accidentally hanging myself for real was an incredible turn-on.

The noose wasn’t too tight yet, but it did give me a nice, choked feeling. I experimented by bending my knees a few times to put more pressure on the rope around my throat. I was a little unsteady; I was dripping wet; and the urge to just let go and hang myself was almost overwhelming.

The door to the garage suddenly opened. It startled me so much I lost my footing on the toolbox. I tried to get it back, but I couldn’t.

My breath was partially cut off as my toes fluttered six inches off the floor. Stew came over to me as I dangled right there in front of him. I was scared, but I was also so damned turned on knowing he was right there watching me. I decided if I didn’t make it at least he would have a good memory to jack off to.

The noose tightened more as I kicked a little. It got harder to breathe as my arms jerked around behind my back. My body wanted to free itself, but I couldn’t work that damned rope off my wrists.

Stew walked up to me and stood there for a moment. Then he pulled down his pants and briefs. He had a massive erection.

He had this look in his eyes as he stepped forward. I stretched my legs out and pulled him to me, impaling myself on his shaft. I think I wanted air more than I wanted to fuck him.

I was able to relieve the strain around my neck. Stew felt incredible filling me like that. Then I found myself wondering if he was fed up with me and whether or not he was going to give me a flying fuck before simply letting me hang.

Fuck; that did it! My pussy clenched around his cock inside me as I shuddered hard in orgasm. He didn’t have to do anything; my breathless, aching body did all the work.

I rode that 8 inch dick of his as the noose threatened to cut off my breath entirely. He just looked at me as though he couldn’t decide what to do with me. I heard him murmur, “I should let you hang for this!” Then he grabbed me and pulled me downward, increasing the strain around my neck.

“Should I leave you here, Janelle? Maybe I should let mom and dad find you out here. Or would you rather hang right in front of them as they watch you die.”

I gurgled as his cock went off inside me. That set me off again as I climaxed all over his dick. Then he slowly stepped away until I lost him with my legs.

I swung back and forth, my toes frantically fluttering for the floor that now seemed so far away. I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. My hands jerked feebly behind my back, but by the time I got them loose I knew it was going to be too late.

For a moment I thought for sure he was going to let me hang. The idea both terrified and thrilled me. Then he went over and pulled the knot in the rope I’d set.

I came crashing down none too gentle. Then he came over to me, shaking his head. “That wasn’t very smart, Janelle.”

“I know,” I admitted with a raspy voice as he removed the noose and untied my wrists. “But I heard mom fucking… and you were masturbating and… and you didn’t want me and… and I was so fucking horny for the noose that I…”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you, sis. It’s just that I don’t want to… uh…” That’s when I saw it in his eyes.

“You want to hang me; don’t you, Stew.”

“No, Janelle. It’s just that I don’t, uh… want to lose control and, uh…”

“But you do want to lose control, don’t you, Stew. You want to hang me, don’t you.” That’s when he lowered his head in shame.

“I want you to fuck me, Stew. Then I want you to hang me.”

He looked at me and then lowered his head again. I rubbed my neck as it was just a little sore. “Ok, Stew. Tonight I’ll settle for just the fuck. How about that?”

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he gathered me up in his arms. I felt an erotic thrill as he carried me off to his bedroom.

I was pretty sure I was going to get it good. The idea of being roughly fucked by my brother made me horny as hell. My hanging could wait for another day…

He couldn’t talk me out of it. But deep down I think he wanted to watch me hang. Besides, I caught him more than once looking at that club website on the computer.

I suspected daddy looked at it too. The thought of him and Stew watching me hang to death on the Entertainment stage gave me a double thrill. Once I even imagined mom joining them to watch me. The mental image of the whole family watching me kick my life away made me wet as hell.

Occasionally we talked about when we were going to go to the club. He asked again about what mom and dad might think. I told him it got me hot imagining them watching me hang to death. But they were probably going to have to watch it on a video of the Club’s Greatest Hangings.

We pooled our resources and discovered we had more than enough to get inside. He told me we could always pick out a girl in line to take inside. I think he was wondering if we hung another girl maybe that would satisfy me.

I laughed as I told him that was always a possibility. Seeing another hanging would be a real turn-on. But I told him I knew he wanted to hang me and that I didn’t expect to make it out alive so he’d better start planning for that.

We weren’t sure when we were going to go. But fate made the decision for us. Actually, I think it was our parents who were the deciding factor.

Friday morning Daddy announced he had a business trip that was going to keep him away for the whole weekend. Mom gave him a knowing look, but said nothing. Stew and I suspected he had a hot slut he was going to be fucking while he was away.

That afternoon I overheard her placing a call. I recognized the name she used over the phone. She was calling in her favorite boy-toy for the weekend. That meant they were going to be fucking for hours.

I found Stew and told him I’d just heard mom on the phone and who she had coming over later. He looked at me as though he knew what would be going on between them over the weekend. Then he gave me this funny look as he quietly murmured, “Dad’s out of town… and tonight mom will be fucking for hours. Hmmm.”

I got those butterflies in my stomach as my face flushed with excitement. He was trying his best not to let it show. But I could tell he was thinking tonight might be a good night to hang me.

I got wet like you wouldn’t believe. Then this look of guilt spread across his face as he looked down at his feet. I almost got the shakes as I told him, “Let’s do it tonight, ok? I want to hang for you, Stew! I want to hang for you so fucking bad!”

He reluctantly agreed. Then he told me he was going to the bank to make a withdrawal. I told him I’d go through my closet to find something appropriate to wear.

I started going through my clothes, looking for something that would get my brother all excited about hanging me. I had something in mind that I’d seen mom wearing. That’s when it occurred to me I should probably go check out her clothes.

I went upstairs and started rummaging around through her things as we’re pretty much the same size. Mom came upstairs, caught me going through her stuff, and asked what I was up to. I smiled as I told her I had a date that night and wanted to wear something really slutty.

“How slutty, honey?”

I almost told her, “Sluttier than you, mom.” Instead I told her I wanted to wear something that would make all the guys lust after me.

She didn’t even bat an eye. She went through her closet until she found a pair of black fishnet stockings. She also located a black garter along with a pair of black heels for me to wear.

“How slutty, honey?” she asked again as she paused during her search and looked at me. “Are you hoping to get fucked?”

“Big time, mom,” I replied with a grin. I didn’t tell her I planned on the noose fucking me to death after riding my brother’s cock.

She went back into the closet and pulled out a skimpy black thong. I’m not sure what it was good for since a hole was cut into it to reveal everything. She tossed it at me, and I happily accepted it.

She went back into her closet and looked around. Then she pulled out a sheer black wrap with sleeves. It covered the chest and stomach, but it didn’t do a very good job of hiding anything since it was almost see-through.

How’s that?” she asked as she tossed it to me.

“Mom, that’s perfect!” Then I spotted a black, metal studded collar lying on the floor.

“How about that?” I asked, pointing at it. She looked where I was pointing, reached down and picked it up. “Going for the entire look, honey?”

“I sure am, mom.”

She smiled as she handed it to me. “Let me have a look at you before you go, honey. I want to see how hot my daughter looks before she goes out tonight and gets some.”

“Thanks, mom!”

She seemed so proud. If only she knew. Hell, maybe deep down she suspected my intentions and wanted to make sure I looked right before my big debut up onstage.

I went downstairs and put everything on. It really made me wet when I saw myself in the mirror. I couldn’t wait for Stew to get home and see me.

Traffic must have been bad because Stew was delayed getting back. The doorbell rang so I went to open it while wearing what mom had picked out. You should have seen the look on Brad’s face as mom’s boy-toy gawked at me… “Uh, hi Janelle. You look, uh… uh…”

Mom came rushing up to the door to answer it. She wasn’t dressed much better than I. Apparently she wanted to look slutty for him.

“Brad, is that – holy shit, honey!”

“Like it, mom? I think Brad does.” Then I turned in place to model it for them.

She looked at me and then at Brad. He seemed flustered, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants how hard he’d become. “You’re going out just like that, honey?”

“Yeah, mom. It’s ok, isn’t it? It’s no worse than what you’re wearing for Brad, right?”

“You like my daughter’s attire, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure do. I hope you don’t mind.” Then he paused before hastily adding, “But you look sexy too.”

“Are you turned on, Brad?”

“Yeah, Tamara; I sure am.”

“You like turning him on, honey?”

“Yeah, mom; I do.” By then I was wet as hell.

“Then take it out.”

“Take what out, mom?”

“Take his cock out, honey. You turned him on… now you’ve got to do something about it.”

Brad and I both looked at her in astonishment. But I was so horny I rushed to pull him free of his confinement. I knelt as I opened his pants and unzipped his fly.

His dick was thick as Stewarts, and almost as long. I hear mom tell me, “Suck it, honey!” But I had already taken it into my mouth.

I gobbled him all the way down, deep-throating it right in front of mother. I don’t know if I was showing off to make her jealous or what. She came up to me and smiled as she gasped, “You can take it all the way down your throat?? Good girl!”

She pushed on the back of my head to make me suck it. She told me what a good slut I was and how some cock out there was going to get lucky tonight. Brad groaned as he told us he already knew one cock that was feeling extremely lucky.

To my shock mother got down on her knees right next to me. She took his balls into her mouth as I deep throated him. Then we both went up and down the length of his shaft together with our mouths.

We took turns sucking him until he gasped as he started to thrust. “I’d recognize that anywhere; he’s going to cum, honey.” Then she took him out of my mouth and told him to coat my face.

He started to spurt, giving me three good helpings before mom aimed his dick at her face. He gave her a couple more until we both had cum on our faces. She finished him off by taking him into her mouth and sucking the rest of his cream out of his balls.

Afterwards she told me to lick her face clean and swallow it all. I licked all the cum off her face, feeling wet as hell. Then mom returned the favor by licking my face off, swallowing everything she got.

“Have a good evening, honey,” she told me as she grabbed her boy-toy’s hand. “C’mon, Brad. Watching my daughter suck your cock has really gotten me horny.” Then they headed off through the house until I heard them thumping up the stairs to the master bedroom.

At that moment the door opened and Stew walked in. He stopped and stared at me as his jaw dropped to the floor. He finally blurted out, “Damn, sis; that’s hot!”

I blushed as I giggled, feeling the heat of arousal flush through me. Then he asked, “Did mom see you like that?”

“Yeah, Stew; she just did… and so did Brad.”

“Brad saw you like that, Janelle??”

“You’ll never believe what just happened, Stew.” Then I gave him a grin as though I’d recently done something extremely naughty…

© 2017 (Jul 30 ’17)

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The Anniversary 2.4 (7)

The weather was gloomy as they left town, matching their moods. It was grey with a slight drizzle. It seemed an ominous sign.

He gave her a questioning look as she sat on the passenger side. He was sorely tempted to turn around and drive home. She just sighed as she motioned forward with her head… “Keep going.”

The weather started to clear an hour out of town. Still neither one seemed like they wanted to break the silence. In exasperation she finally gasped, “Oh for goodness sake! You’d think someone was dying!”

He looked at her in astonishment as she turned in his direction. A smile blossomed on her face as she began to giggle. He chuckled as the mood lifted, deciding they might as well enjoy the drive since it was to be their last together.

For the rest of the trip they chatted like they had done so many times before. She pointed out familiar landmarks along the way, commenting on what changes had occurred since their last trip. It was a drive they’d taken many times before, the two of them enjoying the scenery during each sojourn.

He could feel the heaviness threaten to engulf him again. He swallowed it down, determined to enjoy the trip. Then he glanced over at her, appreciating her positive spirit and the playfulness he hadn’t seen in a long time.

The trip took five hours with a stop for lunch along the way. He could feel a growing apprehension as they drew closer to their destination. He felt mixed emotions as he continued to find ways to make conversation with her.

They pulled into the motel and parked before disembarking. He carried in their overnight bags as she went up to the counter. The desk clerk smiled as she recognized them.

“Back again?”

“It’s our anniversary,” the wife told her with a smile.

“Congratulations! Welcome back.” Then she began to check her records before telling them, “I can get you that room at the end of the hall.”

“Perfect.”

She turned and looked at him, the faintest hint of a pained expression in her eyes. He made himself smile at her. She smiled back before telling him,” I’d like a swim before we go out to eat.”

“Anything you say, dear.”

They got their keycard from the clerk before walking to their room. “It’s nice to see Anne again,” she observed. “She always seems to remember us.”

“She’s always been good to us,” he agreed.

They said no more as they got to the room and went inside. The bags went at the end of the bed where she opened hers and pulled out her suit. He saw the red bikini that came out. She gave him a knowing smile before taking it to the bathroom.

He quickly changed into his trunks. He was ready when she emerged. The two-piece made her look stunning as ever, and he felt an instinctive stirring down below.

She caught him ogling her, and it made her smile. Then she took his hand. She led him down the hall to the pool at the end of the building.

They spent a good hour and a half laughing and splashing each other in the water. She allowed him to dunk her until the bubbles came up. When he let her up she was grinning happily.

They went for a soak in the nearby hot tub. He turned on the jets as she gingerly stepped into the water… “Oooh, it’s hot.”

“Too much?”

“No, darling; it’s perfect.”

They settled into the water sitting next to each other. They lapsed into silence while staring off into space. Even though they were sitting right next to each other they felt a growing distance between them.

She sighed heavily. Then she took his hand. “Let’s go down to the river. I want to see the geese and the falls.”

He helped her climb the steps out of the bubbling water, noticing the tremor had returned. He fetched a towel for her from the towel rack. Then they dried themselves off before heading back to the room.

They got dressed and then headed for the exit. The river was a short walk down the lane. They held hands, neither feeling like speaking.

There were several flocks of geese hanging out by the water’s edge. “Oh look, honey!” she gasped with joy. “They’ve had their babies!” There were a couple groups of furry little down-covered goslings nervously twittering close to their parents as the couple passed by.

They walked a mile along the path next to the riverbank until the tremor got worse. He caught her looking out at the water a couple times. It made him clutch her hand a little tighter.

They slowly made their way back to the motel, making him wonder if he’d kept her out too long. A nice restaurant sat across the street, and she wanted to go eat. They checked for crossing traffic before making their way over to the building.

They were seated in a nice part of the restaurant with a view out the window. He ordered a nice steak while she ordered fish and shrimp. He gave her a questioning look, but she smiled as she told him, “I’m hungry and I want my favorite.”

The meal was delicious. She told the waitress they were celebrating their anniversary. The comment earned them a couple of complimentary slices of cheesecake.

He ate all of his, but she only got down a couple of bites before she excused herself from the table. He stiffened as he watched her go. Then it all came flooding back. He had to fist the tears out of his eyes.

She gave him a smile as she returned. The look in her expression told it all. “Totally worth it,” she said with a smile. “You can have the rest of my cheesecake.”

He nibbled at it, fighting back the tears until she reached under the table to take his hand. She whispered, “It’ll be all right.” He wanted to tell her it wouldn’t, but he didn’t want to spoil the rest of the meal.

“My treat,” she told him as she reached into her purse and took out her credit card. He gave her a peck on the lips as the waitress came and took the card. She returned two minutes later with the card and the receipt.

He had to help her back across the street. They went to their room to watch television. She smiled as she told him he had control of the remote for a while as she was going to take a nap.

He aimlessly surfed through the channels. Nothing seemed worth watching. No doubt it was because certain things were weighing heavily on his mind.

A hand shaking his roused him from sleep. He opened his eyes to see her standing there next to the chair. She was already wearing her black bikini, the one he liked a shade better than the red one.

She gave him a look as though he’d been naughty. “You fell asleep and didn’t wake me. It’s after midnight. And I want to go for my swim.”

He felt a jolt in his stomach as a lump lodged in his throat. “Are you sure?”

“You promised me a little skinny-dip while we were here. I’m holding you to that. It’s late so we should have the pool all to ourselves.”

He got undressed right in front of her. She licked her lips to see him naked. Then he pulled out the red Speedos she’s packed for him.

He gave her a questioning look. “You know I like those, darling. Why do you think I packed them?” He smiled with some sadness as he slipped into them.

He helped her down the hall to the pool. The water was still; the pool was empty; and the lights dimmed for the night. The jets were bubbling in the hot tub. Someone must have recently been using it.

He motioned at it with his head. “Want to go for a soak?”

“I want to get in the pool first. Maybe later.” Both suspected she would now have a lot of trouble getting in and out with those bubbling jets. And the hot water would have complicated things.

He swallowed hard as he helped her down into the pool. She smiled as she drifted backward away from him. The water seemed to help stabilize her.

He swam with her out into the deep end. She had a little trouble treading water as she reached behind her back to pop the strings to her top. When the material floated away he saw her nipples were erect.

She shed her bottoms before pulling him to her. “You too,” she murmured, kissing him again as she pawed at his suit. He had to help her get it off.

She reached down and stroked him. “I’m going to miss this,” she murmured as she kissed him again. Then he felt her weaken in his grasp.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, honey.”

“You promised, darling. Besides, I want to.” She was trying to climb into his lap.

For the first time in a long time he felt himself inside her. He winced as he told her, “But it… hurts you.” But that wasn’t what was really bothering him.

“Let me… do this. It’ll be… all right.”

She climbed into his lap, slowly taking him fully inside her. He saw the flicker of pain in her expression. She deliberately gave him a smile as she got it all the way in.

“Feels nice, darling. It’s been so long.”

“Honey…”

“Take me under, darling.”

They both inhaled as they slipped under the surface. He began kissing her breasts, once more trying hard to keep the tears from flowing. She moaned as she watched him, holding his head with her hand while appreciating the attention he was giving her.

She grunted and bubbled, causing him to take them up to the surface. He tried to get her to climb off. But she stayed in his lap with him still inside her.

She looked at him with a pained expression. “I can’t… stay down as long as… I used to. I can’t… hold my breath anymore.”

“Honey, I can’t…”

“Now, Darling. I want to do it now. It’s been a wonderful day and I’ll never forget it. I even got to eat my favorite meal.”

“Honey, I…”

“I want to feel you… inside me… one last time. Besides, you promised.”

She looked right into his eyes. He could see the pleading look. He just couldn’t deny her.

She wrapped him up in her arms as she kissed him deeply. But he could feel her body trembling. And that spasm had returned in her stomach.

He took her down as he embraced her. She moaned into his mouth, hugging him tightly as she kissed him deeply. Then she shuddered as she gulped water. He was almost certain she’d done it deliberately.

For a moment she held on as though she was never going to let go. He could feel her spasming against him as he remained hard inside her clenching womanhood. It felt so wrong somehow… and yet she had wanted to do it this way since the water would help give her some stability.

The instinct to survive kicked in. But by then she was fully committed as she hitched and convulsed. The time had come.

He kissed her harder as he embraced her. She was gurgling and shuddering. Then she went limp in his grasp.

The tears boiled over as he disengaged and rose to the surface. She drifted to the floor of the pool, her stomach full of water. She stared upward at him with lifeless eyes, but he saw no accusatory stare.

He swam down, scooped up his Speedos and then made his way to the shallow end. He told himself he should never have agreed to this as he got them back on. Then he climbed out of the water and dried himself off.

He looked down at her as she lay on her back in the deep end. He wanted to curse her for talking him into this. But she’d wanted it this way, and now there would be no more pain. Besides, she’d seemed so proud getting down all that seafood before being forced to head to the restroom.

He left the pool and headed for his room. It was all he could do not to bawl his eyes out. Fifteen minutes later he was on his way back to the pool, “wondering what was taking her so long to come back to the room” when he ran into the distraught clerk coming down the hall toward him.

She was bawling her eyes out, telling him something terrible had happened to his wife in the pool. He shook his head no as they rushed to the pool. It was then all the tears he’d bottled up for the last six months came out in a torrent…

© 2017 (written Jul 28 ’17 by riwa)

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

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Victor’s Guillotine 2 4.1 (7)

2

I got a call from Dorothy one week later. She asked me if I still wanted to go. I told her I did but that I didn’t have a date to bring with me.

“No problem, love,” she replied. “James and I will be happy to drop by and take you with us.” I told her I was grateful and that I’d be ready when they came to get me.

I cleared my Saturday schedule before picking out a nice sundress to wear. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Was this something I wouldn’t mind literally being caught dead in if the blade fell on my neck? I decided I would wait and see how the day unfolded before considering volunteering for Victor’s guillotine.

They picked me up about 10 am. Dorothy was wearing a colorful skirt and blouse with heels. James wore casual as he smiled at me while sitting in the driver’s seat.

“So you’re Julie, eh? Dorothy told me a little about you. Are you thinking of riding the guillotine today?”

“I’m not sure,” I told him nervously.

“I think we can get her into the guillotine, love,” Dorothy chuckled at her husband. “We can just let her lie in it for a few minutes before shutting down the timer and taking her out. Of course, if you ask me I say being fucked in the guillotine is best of all.”

“Are you sure you want to ride it again, darling? I hadn’t planned on eating you before going home as a widower.”

“You can always take Julie here home with you, James… right Julie?”

I laughed nervously as I thought about where we were going. Personally I wasn’t going to believe it until I saw it in person. But the thought of it was certainly making me moist. That’s when I realized I probably should have brought a change of knickers with me.

The mansion looked impressive from the outside as we drove up the lane. A man came out and offered to park their car. I got out with James and Dorothy, watching as he drove their car around the corner.

When we went inside I was surprised to discover the mansion wasn’t nearly as elegant as it looked on the outside. Apparently our host had simpler tastes. In fact I was able to pick him right out as he was talking to a small group of people.

He saw us and excused himself before he came over to us. He wore comfortable shoes, slacks, a shirt and vest. His hair was greying, and it made him look warm and comfortable… almost fatherly.

“Dorothy… James… so good of you to return.” Then he gallantly took my hand. “And who might this lady be with the lovely red hair?”

“This is Julie,” James told him with a smile.

“She’s here to ride your guillotine, Victor,” Dorothy added with a grin.

I blushed as he smiled at me. “Indeed. Another visitor who desires the thrill of seeing my monstrosity? I fear I’m getting something of a reputation.”

“Not so monstrous,” Dottie told him with a smile. “…not when it gives off some of the best orgasms ever.”

“But at great risk, my dear.”

“That’s what makes them so intense.”

He chuckled pleasantly. Then he told me, “Don’t let anyone talk you into doing something you don’t want to do, my dear. Enjoy my hospitality. Now if you will excuse me, I have other guests to attend to.” And with that he headed over to the door to great some newcomers.

James and Dorothy looked all around. I saw them point out people they recognized from their last visit. Then Dorothy looked at me and smiled.

“I bet you want to see the guillotine right away, right? C’mon, James. Let’s go show it to Julie. Maybe she’ll want to get the party started early so Victor can have some girlmeat for later.”

I felt a tremor of nervousness as Dorothy grabbed my arm. Together she and her husband led me through the interior. Then we went down some stairs.

We opened the door to a large basement room. The guillotine sat right in the middle, prominently displayed as the center of attention. It had a red cushioned bench as it faced the wall. A monitor hung on the wall in front for the individual in the guillotine to be able to keep track of the time. Another small monitor clung to the silver metal railing for the blade. It was exactly the way Dorothy had described it to me.

I gasped as I looked at it. “Can I…?” I started to say. Dorothy just grinned at me as she nodded.

I walked up to it and touched it with my hand. There was a very nice wicker basket about two feet high placed directly below where the head stuck out of the lunette. The floor was marble and sloped into a channel from the wicker basket to a hole along the wall, apparently to more easily drain away the blood.

I looked up at the gleaming blade, hesitantly reaching up as though to touch it. “Careful; it’s sharp,” James warned me. “One of his guests told me he got a little careless and got a nice cut on his hand.”

I pulled my hand back as my breath caught in my throat. I looked at the monitor on the wall as well as the one on the railing. The digital timers on both read 0:00.

“Looks like you’re first,” Dorothy chuckled at me. “Want to try it out, Julie?”

“It wouldn’t, uh… it wouldn’t come down on me prematurely, would it?”

“Who knows,” she laughed. “If it does I guess we’ll be having roast Julie for supper.”

As I stared at it, I found myself giving careful consideration to the idea of lying down on it just to see what it felt like. “I don’t… I don’t know. Will the timer kick in if I’m just lying in it?”

“The timer always kicks in once the lunette is latched, Julie. Would you like to try it out?”

I turned and looked at her as she smiled at me with amusement. I could actually see her nipples trying to poke through her blouse despite the bra she was wearing. “What about you, Dottie? Aren’t you going to ride it?”

James smiled at me as he held his bride close. “I think she wants to climb aboard after some time has elapsed. She thinks it will be more of a thrill that way. Isn’t that right, darling?”

Dorothy looked at her husband with visible excitement in her eyes. “Bloody hell yes, darling,” she panted. Then she took a deep breath before grabbing my arm.

“C’mon, love. I think you should try it out.”

“Dottie, I’m not so sure.” I was starting to get nervous. I was also wet as hell, and I didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nonsense!” she declared as she led me over to the bench. “You can break it in and start the timer for us, love.”

“Dottie, I’m n-not sure…”

“C’mon, love. You know you want to!”

My mouth went dry as she pulled me over to the infernal contraption. “Down you go!” she gasped as she pushed me face down onto the bench. “Now stick your head right on through while James and I strap you down.”

“I don’t… I’m not… I mean…”

“That’s a lovely sundress,” she told me. ”I’m sure Victor will make sure it goes to a good home should the blade fall early.” She sure wasn’t helping matters any.

She helped slide me forward until my head went right on through. The wicker basket appeared directly below me, and I thought I saw red stains in the bottom and along the sides. I looked up to see that monitor on the wall with its digital numbers reading 0:00.

I got the shakes something fierce. If I didn’t hurry up and ask to be let out, that timer was going to start ticking away! I whimpered as they secured me with the straps until my arms were pinned to my sides.

My legs hung off the end of the bench as though I was kneeling, my knees not quite reaching the floor. It was the right position for having some male fuck me from behind on his knees. I gasped for breath, afraid of the timer starting and yet almost secretly longing for it.

About that time I heard the door open. Female voices entered the room. “Good morning, Dorothy. Who’s in the guillotine?”

“This is my friend Julie, Victoria. I see you and Louisa are back for more.”

“You know us, love. I see you and James returned as well.”

“I can’t seem to keep her away, ladies.”

“Careful, James, or you might find yourself going home alone.” Then I heard good-natured laughter.

I squirmed on the bench. The timer hadn’t even started yet, and I was getting both impatient and nervous. I was breathless as hell… and unbelievably wet.

“I see you haven’t started the timer yet. Mind if I have a go at her, Dottie?”

“Go right ahead, Louisa. I think she wants to go for a ride.” I couldn’t see behind me so I had no idea what Louisa or Dorothy had in mind.

A woman walked around in front of me wearing black heels and fishnet stockings. I looked up to see an attractive brunette with breasts far bigger than mine. She lifted my head up to look at me as she smiled.

“Hi love. I just love your red hair. Do you mind if I start you off?”

“I’m, uh… I’m not sure…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled.

I heard a click somewhere behind me on the lunette. A moment later the timer in front of me started ticking… 0:01… 0:02… 0:03… Then I felt someone lift the hem of my dress.

“Ooh, she’s wet already!” Louisa chuckled. I felt movement as though someone was right behind me. Then I felt a hand rubbing my crotch.

I gasped and whimpered, writhing helplessly as the timer ticked on… 0:16… 0:17… 0:18. She rubbed me until my face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She was certainly being intimate with me.

“Just look at her, James,” I heard Dorothy gasp breathlessly. “Julie likes it.”

“Louisa likes playing with her too,” Victoria’s voice added with an amused chuckle.

I wriggled and squirmed as she rubbed me through my knickers. I was so embarrassed. They were soaked, but that didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest as she loudly observed, “She’s really wet, Dorothy. You think she’s going to like it as much as you do?”

“I doubt anyone likes it as much as my crazy wife.”

“James, you might be surprised,” Victoria responded.

I waited until the timer reached 0:58… 0:59… 1:00. “I’m done!” I gasped anxiously. I was embarrassed the way Louisa was rubbing me, and I wanted off.

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” Dorothy laughed. “Didn’t I tell you? Each ride is a minimum of five minutes. Otherwise everyone would try it for only a minute. Makes it much more exciting that way, wouldn’t you agree, Julie?”

I gasped in alarm. “Bloody hell, Dottie! You never told me that!” Then I felt Louisa pull my soaked knickers aside as she started rubbing her fingers between the folds of my labia.

I whimpered and moaned as I looked at the timer… 1:13… 1:14… 1:15. What the hell had I gotten myself into?? What if the blade came down before my five minutes were up??

“Gawd, she’s making me wet!” Dorothy observed breathlessly.

“She’s making me wet too, love,” Victoria added. “Louisa there will be next… that is, if Julie survives her five minute minimum. Maybe Victor will allow me to keep her head on my mantel. I just love flowing red hair.”

I let out a cry of alarm, only for Louisa to start fingering my nub. I began to tremble as I whimpered plaintively. Then I heard a familiar voice ask, “Is it everything you thought it would be, love?”

“B-bloody hell, Dottie C-can’t you get me out of here??”

“You wanted to come and ride the machine, remember?”

“I didn’t say I w-wanted to ride it!”

“You didn’t give me a definite no, love.” I mentally cursed her because she was right.

1:38… 1:39… 1:40…

As the timer reached two minutes I felt Louisa wriggle a couple of fingers inside me. Then I heard her tell her companion, “She’s really wet, Victoria.”

“That’s because she’s just as excited about riding the machine as you get when I make you ride it, love.”

“You m-make her ride it, Victoria?” Now I was starting to get concerned as I watched that bloody timer. I had only ridden it over two minutes… and yet I was frightened out of my mind as well as being amazingly wet down below.

“I suppose ‘make’ is a rather strong word, Julie. Let’s just say she loves to ride it for me. But I think deep down she loves the thrill she gets from it. And I do know how to reward her for her obedience.”

Julie’s fingers slid in and out of me, causing me to moan and whimper. “She’s really wet, Victoria. Mind if I make her cum?”

“It’s certainly ok with me, Louisa. I think James and Dorothy here would love to see that as well.”

I whimpered as I looked at the timer… 2:25… 2:26… 2:27. Bloody hell; I still had two and a half minutes to go! Was I going to lose my head over this??

“Gawd, just look at her!” Dorothy gasped from somewhere behind me. I heard footsteps as she came around front. I looked up to see her standing there as she grinned at me.

“How’s it feel, love?”

“I don’t… I can’t… b-bloody hell, I don’t…”

“That good, eh?”

She chuckled as Louisa thrust her fingers in and out of my dripping twat. She used her other hand to finger my nub. I was on fire with a terrible arousal, embarrassed as hell with everyone watching me. Then I heard the door open as another voice joined in…

“Hey, I see someone’s riding the guillotine already.” He sounded French.

“Hello, Renard. That’s my friend Julie. I told her about it during lunch a couple weeks ago. She told me she couldn’t wait to go for a ride.”

“I suppose going early is the best way; right, Dorothy… especially if you want to try it out with minimum risk? Still, I suppose you never know when the blade will fall since Victor set it to randomly fall at any time.”

I whimpered again as Louisa really fingered me while rubbing my nub. I would have enjoyed a male fucking me, but I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Besides, she was making me wriggle like crazy the way she was playing with me down there.

I panted for breath as I watched the timer. 3:14… 3:15… 3:16. At least I was beyond the halfway point. But what if the damned blade came down before it reached 5:00??

Louisa played with my pussy like she’d done it many times before. I saw another set of heels and fishnet stockings come into view. I looked up to see a woman in long dark hair all dressed in black. It must have been Victoria.

“So what do you think of my lovely Louisa, hun? Isn’t she the best?”

I whimpered as I blushed, knowing she could see me getting fingered. My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the timer. Why the hell wouldn’t it hurry up already??

The timer had just reached 4:00 when I felt a tongue poking around my anus. It made me clench and shiver as I gasped for breath. The fingers slid in and out at a faster rate as I began to feel it swell within me.

“Are you going to make her cum before the blade falls?” Dorothy gasped with delight. “Or are you going to wait and tease her?” In response I heard Louisa giggle as she poked my anus with her tongue again.

I writhed and whimpered, my eyes staring at that damned monitor on the wall. 4:21… 4:22… 4:23… My breath caught in my throat as I felt the heat of embarrassment all over my face.

“Make her cum!” I heard Dorothy gasp. That’s when Louisa began thrusting harder as she really began tonguing my hole.

I really began to wriggle in the guillotine, partially terrified I might somehow dislodge the damned blade. Victoria reached down and lifted my head up. “Is she making you feel good, love?” I grimaced and whimpered while panting for breath.

The timer had just passed 4:40 when Louisa really began tonguing me as she fingered me good and hard. She really worked on my nub with her other hand. It swelled within me until I cried out at the 4:52 mark.

It flushed warmly through my entire body. At the same time I felt an immense humiliation at cumming right in front of everyone watching me. “Gawd, that’s lovely!” Victoria gasped.

I was panting for breath when Louisa proudly proclaimed, “DONE!” Then she rose up and popped the latch to the lunette. The timer stopped at 5:03.

I panted like crazy as I was unstrapped and let out of the machine. I rose unsteadily to my feet. I saw Dorothy looking at me with a rapturous expression as she gasped, “Bloody hell, you looked lovely cumming like that!”

I reached out to steady myself. I got a good look at Renard who looked about ten years older than me. Then I turned and saw Victoria stripping Louisa out of her attire as she told her, “Ok, my pet. Julie broke it in for us. Now it’s your turn…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy and Julie Jul 7 ’17 by riwa)

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August 3, 2017 UWFetish and Patreon 0 (0)

There was a recent payment issue with UWFetish. Some stories and video clips with certain content were pulled due to issues with payment processing. Certain words found in the titles and descriptions made them… squeamish, shall we say?

In order to fall under guidelines, many products were pulled for review. In addition we had to wait until payment processing was restored. That means many products are still awaiting review for those trigger words to be replaced.

My store is not the only one currently awaiting review. Several other Producers have had products pulled or entire stores taken down until such time as a review of their titles and synopsis can be completed. Needless to say this has become a great inconvenience both for producers and their customers.

Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies. You may have wished to make a purchase, only to find certain products were no longer available. I regret the inconvenience this has caused you.

In an attempt to navigate around this issue both now and in the future, I have started a Patreon page. Patreon’s mission is to help every creator achieve a sustainable income by connecting with their fans. My mission by starting this page is to get more of my work into your hands while at the same time increasing my revenue stream to meet my current expenses.

Patreon has a system whereby a creator can offer more rewards as their fans pledge at certain levels. A patron is free to choose the level and rewards that most interests him or her. A patron is also free to adjust their level if they become interested in greater rewards.

I like the reward system in that it helps me target what levels my patrons will be most interested in. It also allows me to add a lower level for shorter stories that hardly ever see the light of day. I often write a short story inspired by a picture which may ultimately be seen by only a handful of individuals. This allows me to get those out to a greater audience.

I plan to continue the UWFetish store once it is fully operational, although many products have currently been pulled. I know there are those who wish to pick and choose their stories, making that store the better alternative. I want to make sure you still have that option.

For those who want access to a more flowing surge of stories, my Patreon page may be a nice alternative. I intend to post more stories there as rewards for those who sign on to certain levels. And it is highly probable the occasional older story from UWFetish might find its way there.  If that is a more suitable alternative to your budget, I hope you will come check it out.

Thank you so much for stopping by the library. And thank you for your purchases at the store and for your patronage at Patreon. You have no idea how much it means to me…

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The approaching Red Army 3.3 (3)

(Note: To celebrate the opening of my patreon page I decided to post this a couple days early. This comes from an idea I had floating around in my head for several months.)

 

We worked out of the same house, up to and after the war had broken out. The prosperity of the Third Reich put money in the pockets of those who could use our services. And the many early victories gave us plenty of soldiers to entertain.

When the German armies marched east toward Russia we rejoiced in the victory to come. And we prospered as soldiers stopped in whenever they were passing through on their way to the Eastern front. Soon we began to talk of marrying and having families of our own in the thousand year Reich.

Young Elsie fell for a tank driver. Jutta met a sergeant passing through who began sending back frequent letters. Sofia was too fickle for just one man, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh from each one’s unique and individual manhood.

As for me? I was the cynical one, although I tried my best to hide it. I feared the war would go badly and we would all suffer a horrible fate as a result.

My fears were realized when our troops bogged down on the Eastern front. Many more soldiers passed through our house on their way to Russia. Elsie and Jutta looked forward to the many letters they received from the men they loved despite selling their bodies in the here and now. Sofia just enjoyed the constant stream of soldiers, and the pleasures to be had. I was the only one who saw the truth.

The times grew lean, and we were forced to sell ourselves for less and less. Wounded soldiers returned from the front with little money in their pockets and disconcerting stories on their lips. The letters for Elsie and Jutta dwindled, and then stopped altogether. We finally learned Jutta’s sergeant was killed in the battle of Leningrad while Elsie lost her tank driver in an engagement where our troops were badly outnumbered even before the battle had commenced.

For weeks they were inconsolable. Sofia and I did our best to encourage them of the lives their men had sacrificed for the good of the third Reich. But as reports filtered back, I was unable to hide from them the foreboding news of the retreat of our soldiers.

Now we were on the defensive. And we were losing ground daily. What’s more, we soon received word of what the Red Army was doing to any Germans they encountered, be they military or civilian. It filled us with a growing dread.

Our paying costumers began to dry up. Times grew hard and lean. It wasn’t long before refugees began streaming down the road past our house back into Germany.

Sofia gave her favors for free, perhaps hoping the pleasures of the flesh would ease the strain of an uncertain future. But Elsie and Jutta had it worse. They believed in the third Reich, and now it was crashing down around their ears.

I remember it was the first night we heard the boom of artillery off in the distance. We put all the lights out, fearing an immediate invasion. But the Red Army was not yet upon us.

Elsie took a candle and calmly went downstairs. When she did not return I went down after her. I found her hanging from a beam in a makeshift noose made out of electrical cords. She did not even say goodbye.

I stared at her dead body with sorrow in my eyes. She had been such a beautiful creature. But the news of war and the loss of her tank driver had devastated her, taking away her will to live.

When I returned to the main floor, Sofia asked about Elsie. I simply told her and Jutta not to go down into the basement as there was no need. The look in my eyes said it all.

The artillery grew louder. I asked if they wanted to flee. Sofia’s response was, “To where shall we go? Our fate will be similar no matter where they catch up to us. Best to meet them here.”

The shelling increased. The Red Army was fast approaching. And we knew what awaited us as we had learned it from the retreating soldiers who’d witnessed the results firsthand: rape… and then murder by strangulation.

Jutta finally gave in two days before the enemy soldiers arrived. “I do not want to be raped by the Russians. I will not allow some Cossack to violate me before killing me.” Then she looked at me before telling me, “Mitzi, you are strong and obstinate. I want you to do it.”

I looked at her in surprise. “Do what, Jutta?”

“Rape and strangle me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I will not hang as a common criminal like Elsie. And I will not allow a Cossack to enter my body.”

“Why should I rape you?”

“Because we are Germans. I know what we have done. The whole world hates us.”

I looked into her eyes. They looked defeated… resigned. I glanced at Sofia, but she either did not know or chose to deny. But I did know. We deserved worse.

“Do you really wish us to rape you, Jutta?”

“Yes. At least give my body some small pleasure as I die. Sofia here can assist you. Use the phallus. The Russians will find me already violated. Leave me naked in plain sight so that I may have my revenge with my premature death.”

She handed me a dark ribbon her tank driver had given her as a token of his affection. “Use this,” she told me. I nodded as I swallowed hard. A moment later a nearby artillery shell landed, making the house shudder.

Sofia returned with the phallus as Jutta stripped naked. Sophia could not help smiling with admiration at our brave friend. “The soldiers will greatly regret not having you to be raped alive.”

Jutta smirked, the first time I had seen any kind of happiness or contentment on her face in weeks. Then I wrapped the ribbon around her neck as Sofia checked her womanhood. She had shaved one last time for the occasion.

“You should enjoy doing this to me, Sophia,” Jutta chuckled. “And you, Mitzi… once you were jealous of my beauty.”

“Not anymore,” I told her quietly.

“Still… take some pleasure from me while you can.” Then she parted her legs fully as she sat in the cushioned chair, telling us, “I am ready. You may proceed.”

Sophia rammed her pussy with the phallus as I began to strangle her. I started slow, wanting her to enjoy the thrusts. It was nice to note her crotch was wet; perhaps she was enjoying it a little.

I strangled her harder, only to let up as the tears welled up in my eyes. She gasped as Sophia enjoyed thrusting in and out of her to the booming sound of artillery and approaching gunfire. The phallus made distinctly erotic, squishy sounds as it went in and out.

Jutta glared angrily at me before rasping. “Strangle me, damn you! I will have you take my life instead of those damned Cossacks!” So I pulled on both ends of the ribbon just as hard as I could while Sophia raped her cunt.

She bucked underneath us as we held her down while attempting to take her life. Her nipples were exceedingly hard as she suddenly shuddered at our assault. I was sure she had just orgasmed. Then she went limp beneath us.

Sophia panted for breath, still thrusting the phallus in and out. Then she rammed it in hard one last time. Jutta’s body responded, but I could find no pulse.

I left the ribbon around her neck as Sophia left the phallus buried in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over; there was no sign of life. But I saw something in her vacant expression that made me wonder if perhaps she had enjoyed it, receiving one last sexual pleasure. Did that make her and Elsie braver for meeting their ends on their own terms? I did not know.

“What do we do now?” I asked Sophia. “The roads are filled with refugees; we have no place to go.”

“We wait,” she replied grimly. “We will be raped. And then we shall die.” So we waited.

We waited out the shelling and the artillery rounds going off all around us. One went off in the yard, sending shrapnel inside. I received a wound in the thigh while Sophia took an injury to her arm. We tended to our wounds as best we could, but did little else.

We waited without food, expecting none when the Red Army came. Then we heard tanks and foot soldiers outside. Then our door burst open and we faced the angry menace of several men brandishing weapons that could cut us to pieces.

We heard the words “Fraulein whores!” Then they set upon us like mad men right there on the floor right next to each other. They were ravenous… and they were none too gentle.

Sophia did not partake. She just lay there and allowed them to violate her. I do not know if she enjoyed it or not. After all, a cock is a cock, no matter the nationality.

As for me? I threw myself into it, fucking them with wild abandon. I knew this would be the last pleasure I would ever receive. Why not enjoy it?

They found Jutta in an adjacent room where we had simply left her naked body. They sounded angry they had not gotten to her sooner. Sophia did not react, but I had to smile inwardly that Jutta’s desires seem to have been met as I don’t think she was violated. As for Elsie, I heard men go down into the basement, only to return acting equally unhappy.

The soldiers outside seemed to learn there were available women present. More came and went inside our building, a structure that threatened to come down all around us as the bombs shook the ground. I was raped in all holes until I was sore, swallowing cum as more leaked out my cunt and ass. Sophia lay there like a slug, accepting each deposit as a dead woman.

My rebellion was to give in uncharacteristically to our rapists. Hers was to fight back unexpectedly. She suddenly produced a broken piece of glass and slashed the neck of some unsuspecting soldier, killing the poor fool. It immediately incensed the others.

We were dragged outside in our nudity. A tree still stood 50 yards down the lane. We were dragged to it in front of the passing might of the Russian military. Some soldiers cursed and swore at us while others gave us lecherous grins. Perhaps they knew our fate and wished to pause long enough from their march to observe.

Our arms were tied behind our backs. Then a bench was placed under a sturdy branch. Nooses were thrown over and tied off before we were made to stand on the bench and feel the lethal coils snugged around our throats.

My nipples hardened from the humiliation of our nudity in front of so many eyes during our impending execution. Cum leaked out of my cunt and ass. I felt excitement mixed with great shame.

Next to me Sophia fared the same as her nipples were also hard, her humiliation apparent as cum streaked down her legs. But she had a smirk flickering at the corners of her mouth. “Was taking that life worth it?” I asked.

“Yes. Did you enjoy your rape?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are content.”

“Yes we are.”

I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes, and it caused me to smile. This greatly angered the soldiers, and our bench was promptly kicked over. And so we dropped, setting our nooses firmly around our throats while setting us to swinging like criminals.

The pain was intense as we kicked our lives away, Cossack cum leaking out of our holes. Occasionally our naked bodies bumped into each other. Several soldiers watched as I squeezed my pussy, forcing more cum out as I struggled right in front of them. Then I thought of Jutta and Elsie, wondering who of the four of us was the braver. In the end it probably did not matter.

I felt the heat of one last orgasm start to swell within me. I brought my knees together, jerking to hurry it along. Sophia’s cum-soaked pussy winked at the soldiers as though thanking them for raping her. Then consciousness faded away as we both pissed ourselves and died…

© 2017 (written Jun 4 ’17 by riwa)

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