The big oak tree 4.3 (9)

I met him and his friends when they came into my strip club. They saw me and asked me for a private show. So I took them to a special room and gave them all a lap dance.

I got all their cocks good and hard as I ground into each bulge. I could tell how much they loved it. And I found myself thinking about which one of them I would like to fuck first if I ever got the chance.

That night when the club closed Jeffrey was right there wanting to take me out for coffee. So I went out with him. We hit it off right away.

He and his pals came back several more times for lap dances. They were always lavish with their tips. And I kept on seeing Jeffrey.

I soon learned he was rich. It explained why his tips were always so generous. He also told me he had fallen for me.

I told him I was flattered but that I enjoyed my job too much, especially the way I could get guys cocks good and hard. He said he understood that. And he didn’t have a problem with me continuing to work at the club.

He offered to marry me, telling me he could give me a better life if I wanted. I could wear nice clothes and go out to more expensive restaurants. I had to admit the idea certainly appealed to me.

That night we went to his penthouse in the city where he made love to me. It was wonderful. He told me I owed him nothing as a result of our sex together as he didn’t want me to feel obligated. But I was already starting to consider taking him up on his marriage proposal.

His pals were coming in getting lap dances every now and then. I was giving them blowjobs and had been considering fucking them as they had such wonderful cocks. But I figured I would have to give that up if I was going to marry Jeffrey.

I finally agreed; he was just too good to me to turn down. He even offered to allow me to strip at the club for the attention of men so long as it went no farther. How could I say no?

I did have to sign a prenup, but I didn’t mind. However it was the last paragraph in the prenup that got my attention. If I was caught committing adultery, it meant he could hang me to death.

I was stunned. So I asked if he was serious. He told me he was. He said I was free to divorce him and go my merry way if I didn’t like the life we had together. All he asked was that I didn’t commit adultery.

Naturally I told him I would have to think it over. He wouldn’t really hang me, would he? After all, the crazy bastard loved me!

I thought about the strip club and the job I loved and the cocks I enjoyed teasing. But I loved him enough that I figured it would all work out in the end. After all, he would grant me my divorce if I wasn’t happy and wanted to go back to being single.

At one point I asked a couple of girls I worked with what they thought about it. They told me they weren’t sure it would work out since I loved cock so much. They said if I screwed up – and they were sure I would – they fully planned on attending my hanging. In response I told them to go fuck themselves.

That evening a couple of his pals came in to see me. I couldn’t help giving them both lap dances. After all, they were more generous with their tips than the other customers who came to see me.

I asked them how serious Jeffrey was about hanging someone. They told me they’d witnessed a hanging and believed him to be quite serious. The girl had been a slut so he’d hanged her from the oak tree in the front yard of his home according to the terms of their prenup.

I was astonished; I just couldn’t believe it! Then they confessed they were concerned if I loved him enough to remain faithful. I could understand how they felt, especially since I ended up willingly blowing them both before they left.

I finally decided a change of pace would do me good. Jeffrey loved me and had offered to give me a better life. I hadn’t told him I was having sex with some of my other clients, although I imagine he’d already figured that out. I decided I could put the club life behind me and become a one-man woman.

We had a nice ceremony at his home in the country. All my friends from the club were there along with his friends and acquaintances from work. And of course all his pals were there, the ones I kept blowing at the club.

We held it in the front yard in front of that big oak tree. I was rather shaky standing there during the ceremony knowing the last woman he’d married had met her end under one of those giant limbs. If I screwed up I could find my life ending in that very location, perhaps with this very same group of people looking on.

For the first three months of our life together I committed myself to being the wife of Jeffrey Smith. But I missed teasing all those cocks back at the club. So I asked him about it and how it would affect the prenup.

He said there was nothing in the terms about me being a cock-tease. He said that was a part of me he found irresistible. Often I would tease him and get him all worked up before he would fuck the shit out of me. So I went back to work at the club, appreciative of his understanding about my needs.

The owners welcomed me back with open arms. I had big tits and was one of the more popular girls there. The other bitches were jealous as hell. But at the very least my presence meant more customers for everyone.

Some of the girls there questioned my ability to stay out of trouble and remain faithful. I told them I loved Jeffrey and would never do anything to hurt him. They just laughed at me, reminding me I loved cock too much. Perhaps they were right.

Jeffrey’s pals had continued to come in to get lap dances even after I’d left. But when I came back they still went to the other girls. I was hurt they didn’t want to see me, and I told them so.

They replied how they respected Jeffrey and didn’t want anything to come between us. I told them I loved teasing the hell out of them and was glad they cared about their pal. I said I’d be happy to give them lap dances if they wished. But the blowjobs would have to stop.

I don’t know what the hell happened to me. But when I gave them a lap dance it was as though I wanted their cocks more than ever. Now they had become forbidden fruit, meaning they were even more desirable.

A month after my return to the club I had Jeffrey’s friend Denny in a back room. He had a great cock, and I was horny as hell. And our penthouse in the city was beckoning for me to bring him home as I stayed in it during the week whenever I was in town.

I gave Denny the lap dance of his life. Then I invited him back to the penthouse for a drink. When he looked at me I could tell right away how much he wanted me. That was such a fucking turn-on!

“Don’t you know how dangerous it would be for us to be together in his penthouse, Mae? Don’t you know how much I want you?”

“Denny, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first night I laid eyes on you. Just one little drink, ok? We can have a drink together and then you can leave.” But when we got there I didn’t want him to leave. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. So we fucked like rabbits.

I’m ashamed to admit it was one of the most erotic nights of my life. I’d pursued him and had gotten exactly what I’d wanted. Imagining hanging for my crime had only made the sex that much hotter.

Denny reminded me I could hang for what we had just done. Maybe that was the allure – the danger I was putting myself in. It was so arousing that I’d willingly taken the chance.

Before he left I told him how hot it had been but that we shouldn’t do it again. I was feeling guilty once it was over. “You won’t tell on me, will you, Denny?”

“He’s my friend, Mae, although I like you a lot. No, I won’t tell on you.” Then he was gone.

I decided that was going to be the end of the matter. That weekend I went home to Jeffrey and was the ever attentive wife. We enjoyed our naked swim in his large backyard pool. Afterwards we fucked like rabbits.

I vowed my time with Denny would only be a one-time indiscretion. After all, I could hang for it if Jeffrey ever found out. But the temptation was just too great, especially when his friend Mark came in for a lap dance a few days later.

I gyrated in his lap like a woman gone mad. Then I invited him back to the penthouse. He was wary just like Denny had been, admitting he’d always wanted to fuck me and would have a hard time holding back because of his fondness for Jeffrey. I told him we were only having drinks before I sent him home.

It was a lie of course. Once we got to the penthouse I got him out of his clothes and began sucking on his cock like a back-alley whore. I just had to have it.

“Don’t you realize you could hang for this, Mae?”

“That’s what makes it so exciting, Mark! Now fuck me like the slut I am!”

He took me from behind and pounded me ruthlessly. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. The whole time I was imagining that damned tree in our front yard and Jeffrey marching me to it like a condemned woman.

Once more I was contrite once I was back in Jeffrey’s presence. And once more I vowed it would only be that second time and no more. But I was becoming addicted to the rush of fucking all the while knowing I could be hanged for my indiscretions.

I ended up fucking all of Jeffrey’s pals in our penthouse in the city, plus a few other clients I had from the club. The rush was just too addictive. It was as though having that prenup had brought out the whore in me. Hell, I even took it up the ass from several clients, believing I totally deserved it. The orgasms were incredible.

On Saturday I was feeling a little guilty as I drove out to the house. But I wasn’t feeling nearly as bad as I thought I should have. Perhaps it was time to ask for a divorce before I found myself wearing a hemp necktie in the front yard.

Jeffrey wasn’t home so I went to work cleaning up the place and making his favorite meal for when he returned. I got a call midafternoon telling me he was at work and couldn’t get away until evening. I told him I would have his favorite meal ready when he got home and that I would be his all night long.

When he walked in that evening I kissed him deeply. But he didn’t return it as passionately. Besides, he had brought some work home. I was afraid we might not have much time to spend together.

I waved at the meal I’d fixed for him, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. It was hard saying it though. I even lowered my eyes because I was remembering my most recent fuck behind his back and how erotic it had been knowing he could haul me right out to that big oak tree and hang me.

I was happy to see him enjoy the meal I’d fixed. It was a little on the heavy side, so we probably weren’t going to be having sex right away. Then it was time to go fetch dessert from the kitchen.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told him as I brought out his favorite cheese cake.

“And I’ve something for you,” he told me, pointing at my chair. Sitting there was a large manila envelope he must have put there while I was in the kitchen.

Was it the title to another car? Was it a shopping spree? He was always springing those things on me. It made me feel even more guilty.

My heart leaped into my throat when I opened it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper with a montage of pictures of me fucking his friend Denny in the penthouse. Another sheet of paper contained another montage of pics of me fucking Mark. His other two friends were included along with pics of several of my other customers I’d taken there.

I gasped as I stared at all that incriminating evidence. Then my hands began to tremble. “Damn you, Jeffrey! You had me followed??” I tried to sound indignant even though I was shaking like a leaf.

“Didn’t have to,” he replied, taking another mouthful of cheesecake. “The hidden cameras in the penthouse recorded it all. The hanging is already set for tomorrow morning. I’ve been out today inviting company employees as well as all your friends and coworkers from the club to attend. They seem quite eager to see you hang.” He paused before adding, “The cheesecake is delicious.”

I stared at him in shock the way he’d said it so calmly. Then I stammered, “You can’t just… h-hang me like that, can you??”

“Afraid I can, Mae. The paperwork is all legit.” Then he finished his cheesecake and rose up from the table before telling me, “Now it’s time to get a slut like you ready.”

“Ready?” I gasped as I swallowed hard. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for your last night on earth. I’ve got just the thing for a cock-hungry whore like you.”

“Jeffrey?? Wait… you can’t…!”

He took me by the arm and led me off to our private sex room. It had some accessories we’d used from time to time. When we got there I looked in horror to see he’d set up a fucking machine for my cunt and ass.

He stripped me out of my clothes and tied me up until I was kneeling. One dildo went up my pussy while the other filled my ass. For good measure he fitted one into my mouth to thrust in and out. Then he turned them on, bidding me goodnight and then walking out the door. He even turned the light off, plunging me in total darkness.

I’d used his machines before. But it was the first time I’d ever been stuffed like that, especially on the night before my hanging. The darkness scared the crap out of me!

Those dildos pumped me nice and slow. Then they increased until I was really getting it good and hard. It was hard to breathe with the one in my mouth. Then I screamed from a horrific orgasm.

The machine powered down and I got a bit of a breather. Then it began to increase. The dildos fucked me harder and faster until I came again. I got it three times before the machine shut off.

I thought maybe that was going to be the end of it. But the machine came back on. I got it three more times before it powered back down.

I think the machine was set for 15 minute intervals with a 15 minute rest. I was in for a long night. By the time he got ready to hang me in the morning I was going to be mush.

The machine powered down until I got a 15 minute fuck and a 15 minute rest. Then I got a 15 minute fuck and a 30 minute rest. I was going to be sore and all cummed out by morning.

I don’t know when the machine finally shut off or how much sleep I got in that uncomfortable position. In the morning the door opened and Jeffrey came in. He was wearing one of those terrycloth robes we used whenever we were in the back yard taking a break from using the swimming pool.

He tied my arms behind my back hand over elbow until my tits stuck out. Then he marched me outside. I stammered, “Naked… you’re going to hang me… n-naked??”

“That’s right, Mae.” I couldn’t believe he was so calm about it.

When we stepped outside I saw a small crowd of people had gathered over by that oak tree, many of whom were wearing those same robes. A lot of them were the same ones who’d attended our wedding. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. My eyes quickly focused on the noose dangling from one of the branches over a small set of steps.

It was embarrassing as hell being marched out there naked to his tree in the front yard. I started to hyperventilate as my nipples hardened considerably. My pussy and ass were already dripping from my many cums during the night.

I found Denny and Mark as well as Jeffrey’s other two pals I’d fucked. They didn’t act the least bit guilty. If anything, they looked eager to see me hang.

My heart leapt into my throat as Jeffrey marched me forward. I gasped, “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”

“Why not? You signed the prenup. You knew what was in it. Besides, you told my friends how hot it made you to think you might be caught and forced to hang for it.”

“But Jeffrey, I… I LOVE you!”

“No you don’t, Mae. You love cock. I just happen to be packing one, just like all the other men you’ve fucked.”

I recognized some of the girls I worked with at the club. Some of them were also wearing robes. The fucking bitches were smiling at the peril I was in.

“Jeffrey, what’s going on? Why all the… what’s going on??”

“We’re having a barbecue pool party right after your hanging, Mae. I’ve invited everyone to attend. You’ll be left to dangle out here for the duration while we go back and have ourselves a good time.”

“You’re not… not really going to do this, are you??”

“Denny?” he said to his friend. “Have I done this before? Mae wants to know.”

Denny looked at me and smiled knowingly as he told me, “You’ll be the fourth, Mae.”

“The F-FOURTH???” Now I was really terrified.

I frantically looked all around until I saw Judge Meyers standing there in a robe. He was one of my regulars I teased and sucked. Maybe he was my ticket out of this mess.

“Judge!” I gasped. “Please don’t let them hang me!”

When he looked at me I thought I saw a small glimmer of hope. Then he put out his hand and said, “Let me see the evidence one more time please.” Jeffrey’s attractive secretary Lilly handed a manila envelope over to him.

He looked through all the photos. Then he looked at a piece of paper that must have contained that last part of the document I’d signed. “The evidence is overwhelming, miss. And the prenup looks perfectly legal. Is that your signature?”

“Y-yes, sir. But I…”

“No matter. You may proceed with the hanging, Mr. Smith.”

I gasped as some of his friends started to clap. I could tell they were really looking forward to this. “Jeffrey; NO!” I gasped as he walked me up the steps.

There were six of them I had to navigate, taking me several feet up off the ground. The noose was hooked to a crossbeam at the top of the steps. Jeffrey freed the noose from its hook and looped it around my neck, cinching it up tight. One push and I’d fall backwards off the steps to lap dance my life away.

“J-J-Jeffrey?” I stammered, my heart racing as my pussy throbbed. By then I was wet as hell and leaking like a sieve. My nipples were so hard they hurt as my tits heaved every time I tried to take a breath.

“I loved you and was ready to take a chance on you, Mae. But I see now you can never leave the life of the club.”

“That’s because she’s a whore!” one of the club bitches called out. There was laughter as several others nodded their heads.

“D-don’t I g-get a last r-request?”

“No, Mae. That’s been reserved for my friends. They tried to warn me about you. Then they told me they’d love watching you hang once you committed adultery. Now they want to fuck your ass in the noose after you’re dead. Time for your last lap dance, Mae.” And with that he pushed me backward.

I let out a cry as I fell backward off the steps. Then the noose caught me up as I swung back and forth, twisting and turning less than three feet off the ground. I grunted and gurgled as the scratchy hemp dug into my throat.

I saw Jeffrey move to stand right next to his secretary. “He’s mine once you’re dead, bitch,” she called out to me unsympathetically. Then she opened his robe and began stroking his hard cock.

It hurt like hell as my legs struggled to find firm footing while I swung and twisted. The noose was thick and didn’t close off my throat right away. That’s when I realized I was going to experience this for several long minutes before I finally faded away.

I kicked and struggled, my tits thrusting outward. My fluids flew out of my wet crotch as my pussy winked at everyone. It was so horrific that my knees came together in a bunny hop as I actually orgasmed in the noose.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. But I couldn’t fault Jeffrey for his actions no matter how hard I tried. I knew the consequences; it was my own damn fault. Hell, the idea he might actually hang me had made my forbidden fruit taste that much sweeter. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Some of the guys’ robes had parted, allowing me to see they were naked with raging hard-ons. I saw a couple of club bitches grab on and stroke them while reaching into their own robes to rub themselves. Were they actually getting off watching me hang to death??

My hips thrust outward as though I was somehow trying to fuck all those cocks. In my asphyxiated state maybe I was. It hurt like hell as I kicked and danced.

At one point it dawned on me I was giving the ultimate lap dance. And I had one hell of an appreciative audience. I noticed a couple of bitches glaring at me as though they were jealous as hell.

Something made me throw myself into my dying gyrations. Maybe it was a natural reaction. But maybe it was because I was a cock tease all the way to the end. I’d like to think that’s what it was.

I finally tired myself out until there was nothing left to give. I could barely get any air down my throat as I swung less and less, slowly twisting in one direction and then back in the other. I could actually feel internal organs dying inside.

The judge came forward and parted his robe. “That was one hell of a lap dance, Mae. This is my last request.” Then he grabbed my feet, using them to give himself a foot job.

I rasped and gurgled, astonished at how much it hurt. I shuddered from what must have been another orgasm, although I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. When I caught sight of Jeffrey I saw him getting his cock sucked by that bitch secretary of his. That’s when I knew I would easily be replaced.

The judge’s cock erupted all over my feet as I shuddered. A death rattle emanated from my throat. I jerked one last time and then pissed myself before I faded away. At least I’d given them all one hell of a lap dance to remember…

© 2017 (written May 20 ’17 by Riwa)

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The Twilight Zone: The haunted spa 2.3 (3)

She slipped into her black one-piece for an enjoyable dip in her spa on the afternoon of Friday the 13th, unaware she would be taking a soak in… THE TWILIGHT ZONE!
At first, she turned on the jets for a pleasant soak.
Then she turned off the jets, deciding that she wanted to have a little fun.
She began playing around, sticking her head partway into the water.
Then she submerged, wondering if she could keep the water out of her nose.
Strangely, she found herself unable to get up right away. She finally managed to get up, gasping in confusion, her hair in her eyes.
She sat there in amazement, wondering why she hadn’t been able to get up right away. Had it really happened? Or had she imagined it?

Then she slipped and went down backwards, completely submerging herself!
For a panic-filled moment she couldn’t get back up… as though something was holding her down! Then she got up gasping and sputtering, snorting water out of her nose! It stung something fierce and she decided to play with her dive mask for a while.

She grabbed a small weight, held it behind her back, slid down into the well of the spa and held her breath.
She started to come up, only to be jerked back down by the weight! To her utter shock she couldn’t let go! She burbled in fear as her chest began to heave, her lungs growing desperate for air. For a moment she wondered if she was going to be able to hold her breath much longer.
The next thing she knew she was flat on her back in the well of the spa as a foot held her down. She was horrified, thinking that some serial killer had broken into her patio and was going to drown her!
…and then amazingly enough the foot was gone, her dive mask was not on her face anymore and the spa jets were on again! Had she imagined it all??

She smiled and laughed… a nervous laugh. She was under a lot of stress. Perhaps she’d nodded off, relaxing against the jets. Yeah… that must be it! That HAD to be it! She was just imagining things!
She leaned back and floated on her back, allowing the jets to bubble all around her, relaxing her.
A dream… or some sort of strange hallucination! Yes, surely that was it! It was the stress; she needed a vacation!
…and then she was pulled under again! She cried out in terror, air bursting out of her mouth until she burst up, gasping and sputtering, her hair covering her face!
Trembling in fear, her heart beating wildly, she started to rise, anxious to get the hell out of the spa… only to feel a malevolent force grab her, keeping her right where she was! She whimpered fearfully, only to realize to her horror that she was being pulled down into the water!

She felt herself being pulled down and her hands waved under the water, trying to figure out what… or WHO… had a hold on her! But there was nothing in the spa with her… nothing that she could feel or see!
She grabbed a quick breath just before her mouth and nose were submerged and she closed her eyes in pure terror. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME??!!” her mind screamed. “NO! I DON’T WANNA DROWN!”
She fought like hell, struggling to get back up. But it was no use. She was pulled down until all but the top of her head was submerged.
She screamed a flurry of bubbles that mixed with the froth of the spa jets, her mind crying out for someone to save her. She tried valiantly to hold her breath, hoping against hope that whatever was pulling her down would let her go before she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her lungs heaved in her chest and she lost burst after precious burst of air as she struggled to poke her head above the bubbly surface.

“NOOOOOOO…!”

…and then she couldn’t hold it anymore! Air burst out of her body and she gurgled as she inhaled a killing lungful of air. She began spasming painfully, her body trying to cough the liquid back out, unaware that she was now floating face down in the frothing water.
She screamed inwardly, her lungs filling rapidly as her body jerked and spasmed. She opened her mouth one last time in an effort to inhale air, only to pull more water down into her lungs. Then she spasmed one last time before her body went limp.
And then the spa jets abruptly shut off by some unseen hand, leaving her floating face down as the swirling water calmed.
Her body twitched involuntarily. Then she floated lifelessly, waiting for the next-door neighbor to accidentally stumble upon the grizzly scene simply because the elderly woman needed to borrow a cup of sugar.
(written Oct 14 ’06 by riwa)

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Belted! 3.7 (6)

“How about it, big boy?” she asked coyly, sitting provocatively on the bed.

When he didn’t move, she changed her position. “Well? Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna come join me?” She patted the bed for emphasis.

He still didn’t move, but she could tell he was interested. So she invited him over with a wiggle of her finger and a lustful gaze.

“You got something for me to suck on?” she asked innocently. To emphasize her point she stuck a finger into her mouth and started sucking on it thoughtfully.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “How about it, big boy? You wanna sit here next to me and whip it out?” She made slurping sounds as she sucked on her finger. Unable to resist, he moved to the bed and sat down next to her.

The slutty little whore was on him in a flash, working to remove the belt from around his shorts.

She couldn’t wait to get it off him! In seconds she had it unbuckled.

“Gimme that!” she breathed excitedly as she worked to pull it off.

A moment later it was in her hands. “I’ve got your belt!” she said triumphantly as she waved it at him. “Now let’s see what ELSE you’ve got hiding down there.” She moved to unbutton his shorts.

“I have a BETTER idea!” he said as he grabbed for his belt, pulling it out of her hands.

“Oh?” she asked with a smile as she relinquished her hold on it. “What are you gonna do with it?  You certainly don’t need it anymore!” He just looked at her as his eyes flashed menacingly.

“Let’s just wrap it around that slutty little neck of yours!” he announced dramatically. With a flash he had it wrapped around her throat. Her mouth instantly fell open in total shock.

A moment later she opened her mouth, only to discover to her horror that she couldn’t scream… couldn‘t even breathe!

Her hands instantly flew up to the belt around her throat in a desperate effort to pry it lose. She tried to scream again but nothing came out except a wheezing gurgle.

She couldn’t pull any air into her heaving lungs and she couldn’t pry the belt away from her neck!

She tried to scream, tried to breathe, tried to claw the belt off from around her neck as the room started to spin all around her.

He pulled her backward onto the bed as her vision started to blur. She tried to pull his arm away but her muscles felt all numb and tingly. There was a roaring in her ears as she tried one last time to scream. Instead there was a death rattle that emanated from somewhere deep inside her. Then she stopped moving altogether as everything went dark all around her.

He waited for another minute but there was no need. Her lifeless eyes gazed upward, her mouth frozen open from her last attempt to pull air into her tortured lungs. He got up and looked down at her, satisfied that she was gone.

“I’ll bet this wasn’t what you expected,” he said grimly, looking down at her death stare.

He glanced at the clock and discovered to his dismay that he needed to go. Instantly he began to think of how he was going to dispose of her body. Looking around, he found a large bag that he lifted up, measuring to see if she would fit inside.

It looked like it might work so he lifted her upright and pulled the bag over her body.

“You wanna give me a little help here?” he asked with a sadistic chuckle.

A moment later he let go of her body, allowing her to fall backward onto the bed.

Realizing she wouldn’t fit without cramming her in, he turned her over onto her side.

He stuffed her legs up inside until she was all curled up in the fetal position. At least it looked like she was going to fit in the bag now.

“C’mon, bitch!” he said with a sneer. “Monday’s trash day and I gotta have you out to the curb when the garbage truck comes by.”

Only her toes were left sticking out, which meant he just had to cram her inside a little more before sealing up the bag.

“You ready, bitch?” he said to her lifeless body. “I got places to go and people to see… and you got a date with the landfill!”

© 2007 (written May 20 ’07 by riwa)

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The Twilight Zone: Hypnotized 3.5 (4)

Meet Elizabeth Newberry, age 35, never been married. She has the looks to attract a mate, but not the temperament. She doesn’t care much for male companionship. She prefers solitude, especially her books.

Elizabeth is spending one last night on the road before she returns home from a business meeting she was forced to attend… one last, relaxing night away from the daily routine she has grown accustomed to. In her possession is the latest book she’s been trying to finish for the last few weeks.

 Elizabeth has put on her favorite swimsuit and brought her book down to the motel’s indoor swimming pool on the chance that some family with children might come down to enjoy a swim. She enjoys the sounds of little kids at play… enjoys the sounds of splashing and the gleeful cries of delight, especially since she believes she will never have children of her own.

 Although Elizabeth likes to wear her swimsuit, she has this phobia:  she’s afraid of the water. She won’t even take baths; just uses her shower at home! It’s perfectly fine for anyone else to get in the water and for some reason seeing little kids splash about gives her great delight. Just don’t ask her to dangle her toe in it!

 She likes to come down to the pool in her swimsuit from time to time, bringing along her current piece of reading material, just so she can pat herself on the back for being so close to the water. It’s taken years for her to become comfortable sitting this close and she prides herself on her accomplishment.

 There’s no one around; she has the pool all to herself. Of course she has no intentions of getting in, but that’s going to change and her phobia is about to take center stage!

 Elizabeth Newberry is about to enter…

 THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

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Elizabeth sighed wistfully as she read her book. As interesting as it was, she longed to hear the cries of a youngster playing in the pool. She was becoming acutely aware of her age and the fact that she would probably never bear children. If only that family of four she’d seen earlier would come down and make an appearance. That three year old girl looked awful cute and would probably enjoy paddling around in the pool with her mother at her side.

She suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and glanced up hopefully…

Darn! Just some guy in dark blue swim trunks!

She quickly buried her face in her book, hoping he hadn’t noticed her looking at him. Unfortunately, she thought she heard the quiet whisper of bare feet on tile get louder… as though he might be approaching her. She cursed inwardly, hoping she wouldn’t have to engage in any small talk.

“Hi! Mind if I join you?”

CRAP! So much for that idea!

“Whatever,” she answered curtly, hoping her shortness would put him off. Unfortunately it didn’t.

“Gonna go for a swim later on?”

“No!” It virtually came out as a snarl.

“Why not?” he persisted.

CAN‘T THIS GUY SEE I DON‘T WANT TO TALK??!!

“’Cause I‘m afraid of the water!” she snapped. There! That should drive him off!

“Afraid of the water?!” he replied in astonishment. “I could cure that!”

“Yeah – right!”

“No, really!” he said brightly. “I know hypnotism! I could cure it with hypnotism!”

“Those things don‘t work!” she stated firmly, almost angrily. Now he was really starting to get on her nerves! Why the hell wasn‘t he getting the hint??!!

“Not true!” he kept on. “I cured one guy from smoking and I cured a woman from raiding her refrigerator late at night!”

“Sure,” Elizabeth answered acidly, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“No, really! I could cure your fear of the water! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!”

“I don’t think so!”

“Ah, c’mon; give it a try! What would it hurt? You won’t be afraid of the water after I get through with you! Just let me try a little hypnotism on you!” The guy acted like he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer!

Elizabeth roughly closed her book and slammed it down on the table! “OK – WHATEVER!” She was surprised at her outburst, but this guy was really starting to piss her off! Maybe if she just let him do his little hypnotist act on her – just went along with it – he’d finally leave her alone.

She got a glimpse of the eagerness on his face but it only angered her further. She shook her head, propped it up against her hand and sighed heavily as he stammered over his words, obviously excited she was going to let him try…

“This’ll be easy! Now ju… just… uh… follow me, OK? Just… just…” She kept her head up against her hand, hoping for a migraine so she’d have some excuse to leave. She realized she was just too dog-gone nice to people sometimes! She needed to be more assertive!

“Watch the watch… and just relax!” …and he saw her expression. “No, this will work!” he insisted. “Trust me!” …and he pulled the watch off his wrist, causing her to roll her eyes.

“Just watch the watch… and just relax!” he kept repeating. She shook her head in frustration as he waved it back and forth in front of her face…

“Just focus on the watch… focus on the watch… you’re relaxing.”

Elizabeth gave in, figuring she’d never get back to her book unless she let him go through with it! She looked at the watch and allowed herself to calm down and relax. As he kept waving it back and forth in front of her face she followed it with her eyes…

“Focus on the watch…. you’re relaxing………. you’re relaxing………. you’re feeling tired…………”

And damned if she WASN’T feeling tired! Her eyelids got heavy and she found it nearly impossible to keep them open. His words buzzed in her ears…

“You’re feeling very relaxed… very relaxed…”

She felt like she’d been sleeping for hours when she suddenly heard him speak to her…

“You are a beautiful mermaid.”

She couldn’t help but repeat it back to him word for word…

“I am a beautiful mermaid.”

“You are comfortable in the water.”

“I am COMFORTABLE in the water.” …and she believed it!

“I am not afraid of the water.”

“I am not afraid of the water.” …and she suddenly realized she wasn’t!

“The water is my friend.”

“The water is my friend.” …and she found herself longing to be in it!

“The water is my home.”

“The water is my home.” …and her desire to be in the water increased dramatically!

“I can BREATHE in the water.”

“I can BREATHE in the water.” …and she was certain it was true! She found herself desperately wanting to get into the pool!

“Now GO, my beautiful mermaid. GO to the water!”

YES!

She rose up out of her chair and walked trance-like over to the steps that led into the pool, even as something inside her trembled with anticipation. She grabbed onto the rail and slowly descended the steps, stepping into a pool for the very first time and feeling the water wrap itself around her feet, ankles and thighs like a long-lost lover.

She waded away from the steps into deeper water, walking slowly in her hypnotically-induced state. The water felt cool and sensual on her legs and she tingled as goose bumps covered her flesh.

The water climbed her thighs and covered her stomach as she continued to move into deeper water. Her face betrayed no emotion, but somewhere deep within her, her insides churned excitedly, as though she was finally coming home… home to where she belonged! She WAS a beautiful mermaid and she was finally returning home!

But somewhere in a corner of her soul, a voice was crying out in terror, wondering what in the world she was doing wading around in a pool! She was horrified that she couldn’t control her body, couldn’t stop herself from moving into deeper water. She felt absolutely powerless to stop what she was doing. It was as though someone else had taken over, someone who believed herself to be a mermaid of some sort.

As the water level climbed her body and reached her breasts, the mermaid Elizabeth quivered excitedly. Soon she would be underwater where she belonged. Soon she would be home. The water-phobic Elizabeth cried out helplessly, unable to stop what was happening to her as she continued to wade slowly toward deeper water, deep in her trance-induced state.

The water climbed over her breasts to her shoulders, indicating to her that it was time. She paused dramatically, the phobic part of her screaming helplessly. The mermaid part of her trembled with anticipation, not wanting to put it off any longer.

{NO – NO – NO – NO!} “Phobic” Elizabeth watched helplessly as “Mermaid” Elizabeth took a deep breath and submerged.

Air bubbled out of her mouth and nose and for a moment Elizabeth the phobic wondered if everything was going to turn out all right. She still had no control over her body or what was happening to her and she prayed that control would somehow be quickly restored.

Elizabeth the mermaid had no such thoughts. Completely surrounded by cool pool water, everything suddenly felt right with the world! Her body tingled excitedly as though she’d been plugged into a low voltage outlet. She drifted peacefully near the surface, too buoyant to stay near the bottom.

She suddenly became aware of her growing need to breathe as her lungs heaved gently in her chest. She needed air…

‘But I’m a mermaid!’ she realized happily. ‘I can breathe underwater!’ …and she opened her lungs to the chlorinated water…

{NOOOOOOOOO!}

Elizabeth convulsed sharply as her body tried to repel the liquid that entered her lungs. She began jerking and spasming as the pain increased dramatically and confusion washed through her…

‘But I’m a beautiful mermaid! I’m at home in the water! I can breathe in the water! I don’t understand!!’

{NOOOOO! OHMIGAWD – I’M GONNA DROWN!} Somewhere deep inside, Elizabeth wailed in helpless frustration.

Her body drifted to the surface as she convulsed and spasmed, her lungs desperately trying to pull air into her system. Elizabeth the mermaid cried out in confusion…

…and then the hypnotically induced trance was broken and the mermaid was gone, leaving Elizabeth the phobic all alone in control of her drowning body!

‘AAUUGGHH!! WHAT HAPPENED?! HOW’D I GET INTO THE WATER??!!’

She tried to move, only to discover she had no strength left. She tried to lift her head out of the water but it felt like a hundred pound weight above her neck and she was unable to raise it high enough to get a breath. She spasmed again, then went limp as most of her muscles shut down.

The pain in her chest was incredible! She stared down at the pool floor and opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, still trying to pull air into her lungs. She blinked in surprise…

…and then her eyes glazed over…

Elizabeth found herself floating in the air, looking down into the pool at a body that drifted lifelessly on the surface. It dawned on her that somebody needed to get the poor woman out or at least go tell the management that there was a dead woman in their pool. Then she realized to her horror that it was HER!

NOOO!

She looked over at the man who was standing by the rail, recognized him as the one who‘d hypnotized her. He was grinning wickedly and somehow he seemed more… EVIL! She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Then her whole world went dark…

—–

He watched with satisfaction as she floated face down over toward the deep end of the pool. “Wow – that hypnotism worked!” he said aloud in amazement. “I drowned the bitch!”

He stared at her for a few moments before he realized he needed to go. There was a woman on the East coast with a fear of heights and he needed to go see if he could hypnotize her into stepping off the roof of a skyscraper. He nodded at the body of the woman in the pool, then abruptly vanished with a shimmer…

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We all have our ways of dealing with our fears and phobias. Elizabeth Newberry blindly tried to face hers, unaware that she’d just entered…

 THE TWILIGHT ZONE!

 © 2006 (written Mar 29 ’06 by riwa)

(Pictures are added for illustration purposes only.)

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May 19, 2017 Update 0 (0)

I’ve had a very difficult past few days. It started with a phone call telling me my ex-wife Mary was in the hospital in ICU. She’d been having fluid buildup around her lungs and she was starting to have issues of passing out.

I went over to visit on Friday and then back to visit on Saturday morning. That afternoon I got a call from a friend telling me they’d had to use the defibrillator on her 5 times. So I went back Saturday afternoon and watched them attach shock pads to her front and back for the next time her heart stopped.

When I went back on Sunday morning I discovered things had deteriorated even more. I learned Mary had told the doctors she no longer wished to have her heart shocked. She has always disliked pain, so I could understand her decision. I also learned she had been put on comfort care, meaning to give her pain meds and little else just to maintain her comfort levels as per her request.

I spent the next three days and nights staying with her. It gave me a deeper understanding of what my mom went through during my dad’s final stay in the hospital from cancer. I went home in the mornings to get cleaned up and then again in the afternoon for a couple of hours to decompress. But it was only a matter of time.

Wednesday afternoon I was with her when we got permission to remove her from the ventilator she was using. That was the last item keeping her alive. I was there by her side when she passed away a few minutes later. We started our marriage May 17, 1985 and ultimately severed our relationship with her passing May 17, 2017.

It was very hard and very stressful. But the staff at ICU was incredible. They were always seeing how they could help me while I stayed there on watch. Their kindness and professionalism still astounds me as I do not think I have what it takes to watch people suffer and die like that.

Plans are in the works for a service before her remains will be cremated. Afterwards comes the task of getting back to life as normal, if there is such a thing. It occurs to me I shall miss my weekly Saturday visits as she always wanted to hear about my friends and what I was doing and working on.

Some of you might wonder how you can be of help. I have been thinking about that. I have an idea that may sound a little clichéd. But it is the best I can come up with.

Go out to dinner with your parents, your spouse, your brothers and sisters, or your children. Or have a nice meal at home with them. Spend some time looking at them and appreciating them. After all, you just never know when a quirk of fate will separate you.

During our marriage Mary did some posing for me. It will always be a nice memory of her posing for picture stories or making a little video clip. She always did like to know how much people liked how she pretended and play-acted. So allow me to post a few pics of her for you to enjoy.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers. And thanks for stopping by…

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Bloody revenge 3.7 (3)

For a writing contest at another website, we were inspired to see what we could come up with off this picture. The following story is my creation.

Bloody revenge

“I say we kill her.”

“Not with those Berettas in her shoulder holsters you won’t.”

“Will you two pipe down before she hears us?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony!”

“And my Buster!”

“How do you think I feel? She killed Leon too, you know.”

“I say we go kill her right now.”

“Right here? In the bar? Are you insane? She’ll blow you away before you get halfway across the floor!”

“Just look at her laughing and drinking and smoking.”

“Did you hear that? She was just bragging to that other bitch how she put ‘em down so easily! It’s like they meant nothing to her!”

“Look, you two! I feel the same way. I just don’t think there’s anything we can do about it, ok? Besides, we’re all unarmed!”

“I want to kill her!”

“Me too!”

“You’re both drunk, ok? Maybe I’d better take you home.”

“Get your hands off me! I can drive… I think.”

“Stella, would you tell Carly she can’t drive? Hell, you shouldn’t be driving either!”

“I wanna kill her!”

“Ok – ok; so you want to kill her, Carly! I heard you the first time! Go home before you get your head blown off, ok? You too, Stella!”

“C’mon, Stella. Joyce doesn’t give a damn!”

“I do too. It’s just that we don’t have any weapons. Now go home and go to sleep, ok?”

“Hello?”

“It’s me – Carly. I’m here with Stella. We’re at her place and we’re gonna kill her.”

“Are you two nuts? What did you do… follow her home? I’m surprised you’re both still alive right now.”

“Are you coming or not? She’s in there right now and we’re going to go in and kill her.”

“With what – your breath? C’mon, Carly; quit fooling around.”

“We’re here at 5555 West Westchester. Get your ass down here or we’re killing her without you.”

“Carly, don’t you fucking – hello? Hello?? Damnit, they’re going to get themselves killed! I’d better get over there and try to stop them.”

“There you are! Are you two crazy? This is insane!”

“Here’s a knife, Joyce. I brought ‘em from home while Carly followed the murdering scum over here.”

“You followed her home? Carly, what’s the matter with you??”

“Look, she’s in there right now. I’m going in with you guys or without you! I ain’t letting no bitch put my Tony in the grave!”

“Carly, your Tony wasn’t exactly the most faithful of guys, you know?”

“I don’t care. She killed my Tony and I’m going in after her!”

“Carly would you… shit! Stella would you tell her to – what the hell are you doing??”

“I’m going in with her!”

“Stella?? Carly?? Shit!! Don’t go… oh, hell. I guess today is as good a day to die as any other and… you mean she left the front door unlocked??”

“No, Carly got it open.”

“Not so loud, you two! She’ll hear us!”

“Carly, this is a stupid idea!”

“I don’t care. I’m going in to kill that fucking bitch right now!”

“Carly, don’t you… fuck, she’s going inside! Stella, not you too??”

“I’m going in with her, Joyce. Are you coming or not?”

“I never did think I’d live to see my 32nd birthday anyway. I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Where is she going? All the way to the back? She’s waiting at that door, Joyce!”

“Carly, what are you…?”

“Shhh! She’s in here! I can hear her moaning!”

“Moaning? She’s moaning?? What the fuck is she doing in there – Carly, don’t open that door! She’ll see us!”

“I’m just going to take a peek.”

“What the fuck?”

“Stella, what do you see?”

“She’s masturbating, Joyce! The fucking bitch is masturbating!”

“Masturbating?? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“See for yourself!”

“Well I’ll be! What a fucking slut! She’s really rubbing! She’s naked and everything! Look at those tattoos on her arms!”

“Would you forget about those?”

“Carly, you’re still not serious about going in and… oh for gawd’s sake! Let’s get out of here while we still can!”

“I’m going in and slice up that masturbating scum! My Tony deserves better!”

“Carly, that’s suicide!”

“If she’s going in then I’m going in with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Look! I think she’s getting ready to orgasm! See how flushed she looks?”

“Carly, she’ll kill you before you get halfway across the floor!”

“I don’t see her guns anywhere! Besides, I don’t care!”

“Carly, damn you…!”

“I’m going in!”

“Carly, no!”

“I’m going with her!”

“Stella, not you too??”

“Either we get her or she gets us! You coming or not?”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

“She’s cumming so I’m going in! YEEAAHHHHH!”

“CARLY, NO!”

“AAUUUGGGHHH!”

“DAMN, STELLA; NOT YOU TOO – OH FUCK IT!”

“What the hell?? What the hell are you bitches – PUT THOSE KNIVES DOWN – AIIIEEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER; STAB THE FUCKING WHORE!”

“AIIEEEEEEEE!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH! THAT’S FOR MY TONY!”

“YOU FUCKING…… SHITHEADS….. AAUUGGGHHHHH!”

“STAB HER – STAB HER! CUT HER, JOYCE!”

“TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE IT RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!”

“I GOT HER TITS! TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH!”

“I….ugh….. p-p-please…”

“UNGH – UNGH – UNGH… THAT’S FOR MY BUSTER, YOU MURDERING SCUM!”

“You can’t… fucking… AWWKK!”

“She’s really bleeding now, Stella! You cut her fucking throat!”

“Take it easy, Carly! We got her already! You don’t have to turn her crotch into mincemeat!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING – CARE – ‘CAUSE – THIS – IS – FOR – MY – TONY!”

“All right – all right, she’s dead; ok? Geez, Carly, you turned her crotch into hamburger!”

“I don’t fucking care! She killed my Tony! AWWWWWWW!”

“C’mon, Carly; don’t cry! Fuck; we’d better get out of here before any of her friends catch us in here! Carly, for gawd’s sake, stop stabbing her, ok?? We killed her five times already!”

“I – DON’T – FUCKING…!”

“Stella, grab Carly, ok? We’ve got to get out of here before her friends show up!”

“C’mon, Carly! Joyce is right! Let’s go! You’ve already stabbed her enough times!”

“No – no; I want to keep…”

“Take the knife away from her, Stella! C’mon; let’s get out of here! Shit, we’ve got blood all over us! She’s dead, Carly! She’s dead, ok?? She’s dead, there’s blood everywhere, and the bed is a mess! Let’s go before we’re next!”

“She killed my Tony! AWWWWW!”

“We know – we know; stop blubbering already! C’mon, Stella! Help me get Carly out of here before we all end up dead!”

© 2017 (A Black Lagoon fanfic for “Revy”)

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Secret sacrifices for the tribe 3 (3)

Dorothy and her sister Emma thought they were going on a double date with a couple of industrialists. They were dressed in their best when they were picked up outside their hotel in a limo. Their excitement grew at the possibility they were going to be wined and dined.

The champagne came out almost immediately and the two sisters helped themselves. By the time Dorothy realized the men had not joined in it was too late. Within minutes they were both unconscious.

They were taken to a private airport where they were stripped of all their possessions including their fine dresses. They were both gagged and hogtied naked. Then they were tossed unconscious into a wooden crate filled with straw.

While they slept the crate was loaded onto a private flight. Then the plane roared off, destination: the Congo. The two industrialists were paid handsomely for their kidnap victims before being sent on their way.

The two sisters awakened midflight. They itched from the straw and were alarmed to discover they were nude. They were gagged to prevent communication, but eventually they came to the same conclusion: they were airborne.

When they landed several hours later their crate was removed from the plane and loaded onto a truck. They both grunted in horror as they banged around in their confinement. Then it was another long ride over land and what appeared to be a very bumpy road.

A couple of hours passed as their hunger grew. They had no idea what was happening to them and they were terribly frightened. They both deduced they’d been kidnapped, making them wonder if anyone even knew they were gone or where they were.

The vehicle they were in finally stopped, much to their relief. They grunted as they felt the crate they were in being clumsily unloaded. Then they heard the truck roar off.

The air reeked of humidity and the cry of birds and animals they could not identify. They heard strange voices in a tongue they did not recognize. Then the crate was opened and they blinked in the sunlight.

The two women looked out to see what appeared to be African tribesmen looking in on them. Several chattered in an unknown language as they pointed excitedly, causing them both to shiver with fright. Just where the hell had they been taken??

They were pulled out of the crate, only to find themselves surrounded by men in loincloths. Dorothy looked all around in shock. There appeared to be nothing but dense jungle all around.

Dorothy grunted in horror as they were hung from a couple of thick bamboo poles by their arms and legs. Then they were hauled off deeper into the jungle in a hunter’s carry like a couple of carcasses. It was humiliating to be treated like dead animals but there was nothing to be done about it

It was another long trek before they arrived at the center of a village. It was some sort of common area she perceived as a major feeding station. There was a big black pot of boiling water with a lit fire underneath. It was an ominous sign.

Dorothy spotted a large, rough wooden cross nearby. It made her hopeful this tribe of people had been Christianized, and she grunted as she pointed it out with a nod to Emma. Her sister nodded back with a hopeful grunt. The two could only assume they were somewhere in deepest Africa.

Dorothy was taken off her pole and carried over to the cross. She was freed from her bondage and she grunted a thank you that was not understood. Then they began to tie her down to the rough wooden structure.

Almost immediately she discovered that much of it had been previously blackened from flames. She locked eyes with her naked sister who was being poked and prodded by several of the females. Emma’s muffled words to be left alone went unnoticed as her face flushed crimson.

Dorothy’s arms were stretched out and roped to the cross section by her wrists. Her legs were spread apart and attached at the ankles by coils of rope to stakes embedded into the ground. It exposed her glistening pussy for all to see and she whimpered with embarrassment.

As a final indignity a wooden stake with one end in the shape of a large phallus was shoved up her pussy. It was planted into the ground directly below to hold it in place. She wriggled and squirmed anew at this violation, wondering what these people intended for her and her sister. They acted as though they had never seen females with skin so white before.

Her sister was taken to a large rock a few feet away where she was tied down upon it spread-eagled. Then four large tribesmen approached without loincloths, all sporting enormous cocks. It soon became evident Emma was to be given over to them as her sister watched helplessly.

They immediately went to work on her, forcing their large appendages into her pussy while savagely groping her tits. Emma screamed into the gag in her mouth from the brutal violation, her womanhood horribly stretched to accommodate them. Dorothy could only watch in anguish, squirming in fear and humiliation as her sister was raped for the better part of an hour. But she was unable to stop herself from becoming shamefully aroused at the treatment poor Emma was receiving.

When they were finally done with her they simply stepped away, making room for another male who appeared to be some sort of tribal leader. He brandished a wicked looking dagger as Emma’s four rapists disappeared among the tribespeople, only to return with blood-stained machetes. Then he ripped the gag out of her mouth. Emma began to scream for her sister as Dorothy replied with muffled cries of horror.

The head of the tribe stood over her, chanting some sort of incantation as Dorothy watched helplessly. The rest of the tribe chanted with him, many swaying back and forth. Then their voices grew louder as he raised his dagger high.

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as Dorothy let out a muffled cry. Emma screamed her sister’s name as he plunged it down into her stomach. Her back arched instinctively as she shrieked from the pain. The tribe let out a cry and raised their hands to the heavens.

Dorothy shuddered in horror, ashamed of the climax that suddenly ravaged her body. She could not believe he had just plunged the dagger into her sister in some sort of sacrificial ritual. But it did not stop there.

Emma screamed even louder as the dagger opened her from ribcage to pubic bone. Then her intestines were pulled out. They were tossed into a bucket a female had hastily provided for the head tribesman.

She lost her voice as her kidneys were removed. Then her liver was taken out and given to another woman who quickly rushed it away. Dorothy wondered if these savages were actually going to eat it.

The last thing to be taken out of Emma’s chest was her still beating heart. She appeared to be alive long enough to see it, her eyes open in horror as the tribal chief pulled it out to display before her. Then one of the four rapists brought his machete down hard, instantly biting into the flesh of her outstretched neck.

He brutally chopped again and again before lifting up her severed head for the rest of the tribe to witness. They raised their hands and chanted aloud as she quickly bled out. But with her heart torn out she had already faded away into oblivion.

Dorothy screamed in horror into the gag in her mouth as the men set to work chopping off Emma’s arms and legs. These were tossed into the boiling pot along with other parts of her body as they made quick work of butchering her. Then her head was placed on a tall stake where she stared with unseeing eyes at her shocked sister.

Dorothy sagged on the cross in despair. Then her eyes flew open as males of the tribe began approaching her with wood and kindling in their arms. They carefully laid it at the base of the cross. Then one of them ripped her gag off.

“YOU BLOODY BASTARDS!” she screamed. “YOU KILLED MY SISTER!” But they ignored her anguished cries. That’s when several of the woman dipped their hands into a nearby pot of grease before coming up to her.

They chattered amongst themselves as they rubbed some sort of goo all over her. Dorothy writhed and whimpered at the unwanted attention. This did not bode well.

Another one of the rapists lit a torch from the fire under the pot. Dorothy let out a cry of horror as he brought it over to her. Then he lowered it into the pile of wood around her feet, setting it ablaze.

Dorothy began to cry out, her pussy clenching around the phallus on the stake shoved into her pussy. The tribe watched her with morbid fascination as she writhed and screamed. A moment later the flames leaped onto her flesh as though attracted to the ooze she’d been coated with.

Dorothy writhed and screamed as fire climbed her naked body until every inch of her was burning. She instinctively ground her pussy against the phallus shoved inside as she shrieked to the heavens. Then there was a whoosh as her blonde hair caught fire.

She screamed up at the heavens, amazed something could hurt so terribly. Her sister’s lifeless eyes watched her death as the head remained impaled upon the stake. Dorothy’s cries finally faded away as smoke and fire invaded her lungs until her spirit fled as she sagged against the cross.

For several moments there was the figure of a human being in the midst of the flames. The tribe chanted quietly as her sister was cooked in the pot. It would be sundown when they would finally eat in front of a little pile on the ground of what was left of the smoldering corpse…

Back in London a male answered the phone… “Hello?”

“The tribe greatly appreciated the sacrifices you sent them. Will you be ready for next month’s shipment?”

“We’re already scoping out a couple of new bitches I think the tribe will appreciate.”

“We’ll be awaiting your call when you’re ready.” Then the line went dead…

© 2012; 2016 (written for Dorothy and Emma Mar 28 ’12; ed. Jun 10 ‘16 by riwa)

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Drowning the witch 3.5 (4)

It wasn’t much of a trial, if you could even call it that. Dorothy was taken to the town square and accused of being a witch. The matrons wanted her gone because they were afraid she would corrupt their menfolk, and were thus the loudest in proclaiming her guilt.

In the end she was summarily convicted of being a witch by the council and was sentenced to be drowned posthaste. The matrons rushed forward and ripped her garment to shreds, exposing her nudity as they called her names. The guys got quite an eyeful before they were shooed away by the cackling hens.

Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were secured at the ankles. Then Brutus was sent for as he was the one who usually handled these things. He arrived with his cart, hoisted her onto the back and then hauled her out of the village.

She was taken to the large pond several miles out of town. Brutus pulled his cart up to the stone bridge where he planned on disposing of her. Then he went around back to fetch the condemned lass.

He sat her upright, admiring the doomed woman. She protested her innocence. “I’m not a witch and you know it.”

“I’m not the one to appeal your sentence,” he told her gruffly.

He grabbed her and started to pull her out of the cart. “But I’m not a witch, I tell you! Those birds are afraid I’ll corrupt their husbands!”

“As I’m sure you would,” he replied with a smile.

He stood her up on the cobblestone path and turned her around. He bent her over the back of the cart. Then he removed his tunic before opening his fly.

“What are you doing?” she called out anxiously.

“Taking my pay from the condemned, you witch.” Then she gasped as he thrust into her.

She felt a warmth blossom within her as he thrust in and out. It was embarrassing being taken like this where anyone could ride by and see them. But perhaps she’d best enjoy it, being as how it was liable to be the last time she ever felt a man’s hard member deep inside her.

“Arrrrgh!” he gasped as he thrust harder. “You are indeed a witch! You have vexed me with your bosoms and your womanhood!”

She panted for breath as he thrust harder and faster. It felt wonderful… shamefully wonderful. She could feel it welling up inside her, that release she usually experienced whenever a man was thrusting into her being.

He roared his release a she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. She was almost there when he pulled out. She wanted to cry out, “NO; NOT YET!” But it was too late.

He pulled out and tucked his manhood back inside the flap to his trousers. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the side of the bridge. Dorothy gasped in alarm as his seed trickled out of her womanhood down her inner thighs.

He stood her on the edge of the bridge. She gasped as she balanced unsteadily, perched precariously as she faced him. She was still regretting not being allowed to enjoy that last release. But now she felt an even bigger one approaching.

“Well, witch. This is where we part ways.”

“But I tell you I’m not a witch!”

“What concern is it of mine? You’ve been found guilty by the town council.”

“The town council is influenced by your ladyfolk! They are not men; they are boys ruled by their cocks!”

“It is not my place to decide such matters. Now you must die, witch.”

“No! Please! You can have me every day if you would spare my life!”

“I would if I was much bolder. But alas, I am not.” Then he pushed her in her chest.

She screamed as she went over backward off the bridge. That is when she finally achieved that release she craved, although it came with no man’s member inside her. He stepped forward to watch her descent.

She plummeted backward into the water below, hitting with a large splash. The pond was cold, causing her to gasp sharply. Dorothy reflexively inhaled water as she sank to the bottom.

She started thrashing about, painfully sucking water as she started to drown. She looked up to see Brutus looking down on her. Apparently he was watching to make sure the deed was done and that she did not slip her bonds and rise to the surface.

Dorothy glubbed bubbles as a pain blossomed in her chest. It was an agonizing ache, one that could not be diminished. She thrashed about as she settled upon the bottom of the pond, her nipples hard and her crotch spewing her arousal.

She shuddered hard before all movement ceased. She stared upward in shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs to scurry to the surface.

Brutus looked down to see the witch was not moving. He could no longer see any bubbles coming up to the surface. Didn’t that mean they were not a witch if they drowned? He decided it was none of his concern.

He walked back to his cart and climbed on. He slapped the horse’s back with the reins, setting the beast to moving. But he could not help thinking about the witch at the bottom of the pond.

It was a damned shame. She had pleasured him well. It was too bad she had to be drowned like that…

© 2017 (written for Dorothy Apr 16 ’17 by riwa)

(Renders found by Dorothy and used for illustration purposes.)

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Prison fuck-toy Part 2 (male themes) 4.3 (7)

I don’t even make it to breakfast as they just keep coming and cumming. My mouth is kept busy swallowing “protein shakes”, so maybe they don’t think I need breakfast. I have a feeling it’s going to be like this all day.

After a while I start to look like a mess with cum on my dress, in my hair and all over my face. Several of the guys haul my ass down to the shower for a good scrubbing. My face is forced into the spray of water as my butt is fucked again.

Everyone is naked and wet as I’m forced on my knees to suck cock again. But some assholes want to fuck me instead. I end up on my hands and knees, shamefully taking it in both ends as my damn dick hardens in humiliation.

Someone gets the bright idea to have fun hanging me from the shower heads again. It seems they want to know what my ass will feel like while I’m gasping in the noose. There’s too many of them to resist, and I can’t stop them.

My arms get tied behind my back as the water is left running. I’m lifted up into the air before the first one tries my ass. I can feel him inside me, and my cock stiffens shamefully as the hem of my dress is lifted up by my twitching manhood.

I get butt-fucked once… twice… three times as I dangle from the showerhead. I tell myself maybe it would be better to die in here rather than face the shame of a public hanging in this outfit in front of the whole damn prison. My cock spurts and they laugh themselves silly watching me kick feebly.

I end up on the floor of the shower with nozzles spraying down on me. They stand around stroking their dicks until I get cum all over me. I can’t believe I’m in the shower and still have to get cleaned off.

They give me a break long enough to get cleaned up and go to lunch. But I feel as though every eye is on me. I get the distinct impression I’m going to be everyone’s fuck-toy before the day is out.

I’m sore as hell as I sit down to lunch. But one of the prisoners takes my tray and exchanges it with another. I wince in dismay to discover several of the prisoners – or guards maybe – have spurted cum all over my food like they’ve seasoned it or something. I’m forced to eat it lest I get in trouble or get a good beating.

Afterwards it’s back to my cell. I want to be left alone as I can’t stop thinking about that damned gallows tomorrow. Every time I imagine what it’s going to feel like to hang, my damn cock stirs at the thought.

A group of prisoners come in and tell me they want one last blowjob before I hang tomorrow. There’s no use fighting it, so I get on my knees. Several cock appear right in front of me, and for the next half hour I’m busy swallowing cum or getting it splattered all over my face.

I get a half hour respite before a couple guys show up with a noose and some handcuffs. “Let’s go play some basketball, sissy-boy!” I feel an erotic jolt of alarm, especially since neither one is carrying the damned ball.

I’m jerked out of my cell and marched out to the basketball court. A dozen prisoners are out there waiting for us. There is no game in progress. I guess word must have spread how it felt having a cock up my spasming ass while I was hanging in the noose out here the other day.

I’m forced onto my knees where I have to suck cock again. Then my wrists are cuffed behind my back. I’m quickly noosed before I’m hauled up onto my toes. My cock hardens shamefully, once more lifting the hem of my dress.

“Look at sissy-boy; he likes it!” one of them points and laughs.

“I think he’s looking forward to his hanging!” another declares.

“Let’s feel that ass, sissy-boy!” a third proclaims as he steps up behind me. Then I feel a cock shoved up my butt as I struggle for a decent breath of air.

I kick a little, but he holds me tight as he gives me a good butt-fucking. My ass clenches involuntarily around his cock inside me. I can’t stop myself as I milk the fucking bastard.

“Damn, his ass is milking me!” the happy inmate declares with a laugh. “No wonder he’s so hard!” and he reaches around to stroke me. “Sissy-boy must really be looking forward to hanging tomorrow!” The others laugh at his words.

I feel hot cum up my ass as he rams me hard. He pulls out and I dangle as my toes barely brush the concrete below. Then another comes up from behind to take his place.

This one rams me good and hard. I have a pretty good idea who he is without even seeing him. He’s the one who always fucks me as though he’s trying to rip me apart.

He reaches around to grope my cock. I’m hard and twitching in his hands. The asphyxiation and humiliation finally get to me as I thrust and spurt, much to the laughter and jeers of the other prisoners.

They fuck me like that for a couple hours at least. At one point a guard comes by and warns them not to kill me as I must be alive for my official execution tomorrow. I find myself thinking maybe it would be good if I died here by accident so I wouldn’t have to endure anymore. But I’m not that lucky.

They almost succeed in hanging me before they finally take me down. I’m too exhausted for fucking or anything else. So they all stand around me stroking themselves until once more I’m a mess of cum all over. Then it’s back to the showers.

I get cleaned up and drip dry in time for supper. This time I’m left alone, although I get a lot of looks from a lot of the men. I eat my meal in silence before heading back to my cell.

I lie on my bunk thinking of what’s going to happen to me tomorrow. I haven’t seen Carlos today, although I haven’t had the chance or even been left alone long enough to search him out. I wonder if he knows anything.

I start getting visitors again. They either want a blowjob or they want my ass. I’m told after midnight the only one allowed to fuck my butt will be my executioner. That sends an erotic quiver of alarm running down my spine.

The cocks just keep coming, and I’m forced to suck or fuck each and every one. My cock hardens in shame until it eventually spurts, usually about the time some bastard is fucking my butt while telling me how much fun he’s going to have enjoying my hanging tomorrow. Why the hell is this happening to me?

My last visitor after lights out is the same one who awakened me. “Looking forward to your hanging tomorrow, sissy-boy?” he laughs as he unzips his fly. I dutifully get on my knees and start sucking.

“I’ve heard about the guys fucking you all day today. They tell me you’re really looking forward to hanging tomorrow. They say your cock gets hard every time they talk about it or every time you’re all noosed up.”

He laughs as he tries to ram his cock down my throat. Then he spins me around, bends me over my bed and fucks my ass.

“This is the last time I get to fuck your butt, sissy-boy. After midnight, your ass belongs to your executioner. But I am going to miss it, that’s for sure.”

He wraps his fingers around my throat and starts to squeeze. “Looking forward to hanging in front of the whole prison, sissy-boy? I know I am. Hell, we’re all looking forward to watching you dance in that black dress you’re wearing. But I bet your cock will be nice and hard the whole time!”

He reaches around to stroke me as I stiffen at his words. He’s choking me off until I can hardly breathe again. “I’ll bet that last cum will feel good, don’t you? …kicking and struggling and trying to get air down your throat until your cock goes off… just like I’m choking you out now.”

He strokes my cock as he laughs sadistically in my ear. Maybe he’ll kill me in my cell and I won’t have to face tomorrow. “Fucking sissy-boy gets to HANG!” and he rams his cock hard up my butt until I feet his hot cum inside me. That’s when my own cock goes off.

I spurt shamefully, my last cum of the day. He pulls out of my ass, spins me around and forces me to lick his cock clean, tasting my ass and his cream on his dick. I’m so used to it by now that I’m shamefully turned on by it.

“Get a good night’s sleep, sissy-boy,” he laughs at me. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day. Too bad you’ll only be hanging around the prison just a few hours longer.” Then he laughs at his stupid pun before he leaves me with the taste of his cock in my mouth and the thought that I only have a few hours left to live.

I’m awakened bright and early Saturday morning by one of the dom inmates. Strangely he’s not there for a morning fuck. He just instructs me to get up and go take a shower. He also tells me I’m permitted to take the dress off.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I do as I’m told. He doesn’t hinder me or demand a blowjob. I strip out of the dress and head down in a set of underwear he tosses on the end of the bed.

The shower is empty when I arrive. But there’s a brand new bar of soap. I take the opportunity to enjoy a good, cleansing shower, knowing this one might very well be my last.

I use the soap to clean areas I’ve not been able to clean since I’ve been forced to wear that damned dress 24/7. It feels good washing everything away. I almost feel human again.

As I lather myself down, I find myself thinking of the gallows and the hangings I witnessed last time. Am I really going to hang today? There’s been no word from the warden. Surely he would’ve told me by now, wouldn’t he? Maybe it’s all a con and I’m not going to hang after all. Maybe I’m getting out of here.

Men start coming in to join me, and I rush to finish up. Now that I’m clean again I’m not sure I want to get cum splattered all over my face. I hear a few chuckles and a couple comments of “dead sissy-boy walking”. But otherwise I’m left alone.

I head back to my cell where a new dress awaits me. It’s neatly folded and looks like it’s been pressed and cleaned. So much for me getting out of here.

There’s no accompanying underwear and the skirt looks like it’s a couple inches shorter. This means my cock will really show when I get hard and it lifts right up. Something tells me I’d better put it on or it’ll go bad for me.

I work myself into it. It’s not as humiliating as it was the first time I had to wear one. It’s amazing what one will adapt to when one is forced.

No one comes to get me and I’m tempted to skip breakfast altogether. But I’m really hungry. And since this could very well be my last meal, I’d rather not miss out.

I head down to the cafeteria and step inside. Men are eating and it smells good. Then someone calls out “Dead sissy-boy walking!” and everyone turns to look in my direction.

One of the doms jumps up and leads me over to the counter where they’re serving food. “Set him up with the best, Joe, will ya?” he demands. To my surprise I get a tray of steak and eggs and a steaming cup of coffee that actually smells half decent.

I’m led over to a table and allowed to eat by myself. It’s both a relief and a concern. I’m not teased or humiliated, but my isolation is a strong indication this will definitely be my last time eating in here.

One of the doms stops by and tosses a load of pics on the table right next to me. “Something for you to enjoy with your meal, sissy-boy. Don’t get any food on them.”

I looked at them and my stomach lurches. They’re nothing but pictures of previous hangings. It’s the ultimate mind-fuck.

I see pictures of condemned inmates kneeling to suck their last cock, inmates being butt-fucked on the gallows, and inmates hanging from the noose. There are chuckles all around me as the color drains from my face. “I think sissy-boy finally gets it,” someone sitting nearby says to another.

It’s hard to finish my meal with those pictures staring me in the face. Several of the photos capture the agony on the faces of the hanged inmates, at least those not wearing a hood. Almost every cock I see on a hanging body is erect or near-erect, some dripping cum… others not yet having gone off.

My damn cock stirs under my dress as I try to finish my meal. But those damn pictures are a cruel reminder of my impending fate. I don’t know why I’m starting to get hard just thinking about it.

I finally can’t stomach another bite, and I push the tray away. Another dom notices and comes to get me. “We’ve got to get you ready, sissy-boy,” he tells me as he leads me away.

I hear more cries of “Dead sissy-boy walking!” as I follow him out of the cafeteria. My breath catches in my throat as my cock twitches. I tell myself it won’t be much longer before my humiliation finally comes to an end.

We walk down to a cell at the far end of the prison. Inside is a guy with what looks like a full cosmetics table. “Fix ‘im up, Nelson,” he tells the prisoner who looks like he doesn’t know what gender he wants to be. “’E’s ‘anging today so make ‘im look good.”

I sit down in a chair as he promptly begins working on my face. I’m humiliated as he applies rouge, makeup and bright red lipstick. So I’m going to be humiliated even more, eh?

I look around at all the posters he’s allowed to keep in here. Some are pornographic, while others show off his talents. Several prisoners have been in here before getting their faces “made up” before they were hanged.

One of the posters catches my eye, and I gasp in astonishment. It’s a picture of my wife. She’s completely naked in a chair, her legs lewdly spread as she masturbates while cupping her tits. How the hell did he get a poster like that of her in here??

I look around at the others, finding another one of her. It’s another pose, showing off her tits and ass. A third shows her masturbating in a different pose. But it’s the forth that really catches my attention.

She’s bent over, her tits hanging down while she’s being fucked from behind. The naked guy is wearing a hood that clearly looks like it’s been photo-shopped. . He’s holding her hands behind her back, and a noose has been manipulated around her neck. She looks like she’s enjoying it. The caption reads, “Enjoy your hanging! I know I’m going to!”

Nelson looks at me and smiles. “Like it, sissy-boy?” he asks. “When your wife asked us to hurry up your execution, we told her there was a small price she had to pay. You have no idea how much she was willing to pose for her pictures, especially this one of the guy that’s going to marry her tonight after you’re dead. I believe you might know him.”

So she and that bastard were behind my incarceration all along, eh? That indicates there’s no hope for me now. There will be no reprieve from the warden.

He finishes making up my face and has me look in a mirror. I look grotesque – part man and part whore having put on too much makeup. My red lipstick really stande out. Then a package arrives. It’s a harness with made-up boobs I’m supposed to wear under my dress.

“Hurry up and put it on, sissy-boy. We don’t want you to be late for your own hanging. Besides, I promised your wife – well, soon-to-be-ex-wife and newly married – that I’d take pictures of you for her. You’d be surprised how much she’s looking forward to seeing your transformation. She also wants a ton of pictures of your hanging.”

I remove my dress, put on the boob-harness and then put my dress back on. Now I look more like a female slut than anything else. I’m disgusted with myself that my cock has hardened again.

He stands me up and takes pictures of me from every angle. Then another inmate comes in and uses the camera to take pictures of me on my knees blowing him. My red lips wrap around his cock as I suck. My shame returns ten-fold knowing my wife wants to see all the pictures of me being humiliated in this fashion.

I don’t know how many pictures are taken as he grabs my head and fucks my skull. I get a mouthful of cum which I’m forced to show to the photographer so he can send pictures to my wife. Then I’m forced to swallow it all.

Another dom shows up and smiles at me. “It’s time, sissy-boy. Time to get you out to the courtyard all strung up. All your fans are out there waiting.” And with that I leave this crazy cell, never to see Nelson or his handiwork again. I find myself thinking good riddance as I’m escorted out the cell door.

I don’t get very far before another dom shows up. He jerks my arms behind my back and cuffs my wrists together. That’s when it starts to feel serious, and I find myself starting to hyperventilate.

I’m escorted through the prison with an inmate on either side. We keep passing posters of my wife being fucked from behind with that maniped noose and that damn caption. They must have rushed to put them up while I was in getting my makeover to further humiliate me. Well it seems to be working as I’m aroused and ashamed, my cock partially hardened underneath the hem of my dress.

We reach a door where I’m met by two inmates I know rather well by how many times they’ve fucked my ass and mouth. They take up positions on either side of me, looking me up and down. “Well, sissy-boy,” one says. “I see you’re all dressed up for your execution.”

“You went to all this trouble for us?” the other says mockingly. “Sissy-boy; I’m touched.” He grasps at his heart mockingly and then laughs as they escort me outside.

I look at them both as my heart starts to pound in my chest. “I think he gets it now,” the first one observes. “That’s right, sissy-boy! We’re going to be your executioners today. I get your last blowjob, but Al here gets your ass while you’re still alive.”

“Let’s go, sissy-boy,” Al says as he forces me forward. “You’ve got a whole courtyard of hanging fans just itching to watch you dance that noose-jig.”

I’m marched outside on wobbly feet from my heels. The gallows appears on that same wall I saw the last time I was out here. The noose hangs ominously, but this time I only notice what looks like two coffins waiting to claim their inhabitants.

It looks like everyone in the prison is out here to witness my hanging… well, mine and someone else’s. They all cheer the moment I step out of the building. My heart leaps into my throat as my damn cock stiffens under the hem of my dress.

My mouth goes dry as I look up at the noose. It hits me I’m going to be one of the two inmates swinging from it today. My legs become wobbly again, and the guys on either side of me are forced to help keep me erect.

“Guess he’s eager for it, Al. He can hardly wait to swing.”

That’s right, Jack. This one’s eager. Look how his cock is lifting up the hem of his dress.”

“I can’t wait to feel his mouth one last time. You will give me a good going-away blowjob, won’t you, sissy-boy? I’m sure you will.” He laughs as he pats me on my shoulder.

“I’m glad I get his ass on the gallows, Jack. I’m looking forward to feeling him fuck me before I push him off into eternity. The guys are gonna love watching him spurt his load as he dances in the noose.”

“He sure looks all gussied up for his dance, don’t he? Nice tits, sissy-boy! And I’m going to love feeling those red lips on my cock one last time.”

Their dialogue isn’t the least bit comforting as I’m marched on unsteady feet through the cheering crowd to the base of the gallows. I look up and get the shivers anew as I see the noose all ready for my neck. My mind screams this can’t be happening, and I feel myself starting to go numb.

We reach the steps, only for my sadistic escorts to stop and pull me aside. “Not so fast, sissy-boy,” Jack tells me. “We’ve got one going ahead of you, sort of the undercard to the main event.”

“We wouldn’t want to deprive you of missing out on witnessing our other hanging today, sissy-boy,” Al laughs. “We want you to get a good idea what’s going to happen to you today before you climb these steps.”

There’s more applause, and I turn to look. Someone has emerged out the door, flanked on either side by two large inmates. But there are too many bodies for me to see who it is just yet… and too damn much cheering.

They draw closer as the inmates all surge forward. A moment later I get a good look at who’s hanging ahead of me. It’s Carlos, wearing only his pantyhose and a pink blouse. His cock bulges in his hose, and his face is red as a beet, his head lowered in shame.

“Carlos?” I ask in astonishment.

“He should never have gone to you, sissy-boy. And you should never have fucked him. In a way, you’re partly responsible for his hanging today.”

I look at Al in shock as they draw closer. His bulging cock is visible in those sheer hose for one and all to see. It must be a combination of fear and humiliation, especially in that pink blouse he’s wearing.

They pause at the base of the steps. Carolos looks at me for a long moment, and I see the fear in his eyes. “Say goodbye to sissy-boy, Carlos,” Sal tells him, a dom who is a big, hulking brute of a man who is escorting him. “He swings after you do, you know. Maybe you like going first? This’ll teach ya not to go around telling inmates things they don’t need to know.”

I want to tell him I’m sorry. But I can’t make the words come. He lowers his head as they march him up the steps. My breath catches in my throat, but I can’t look away.

“Bruno gets the blowjob, but Sal gets his ass… lucky bastard.” I look at Al and then up at Carlos as he’s made to climb the steps.

“We’ll give him the usual treatment after he hangs,” Jack sneers at me. “But you’re the star attraction today, sissy-boy. After you hang, the guys are going to be granted permission to come up and fuck your ass while you’re still in the noose. You’re gonna be packed with cum when you settle into that coffin over there.”

I gulp and swallow hard as I watch them take Carlos directly under the noose. But this time something is different. I watch as Bruno bends over and ties his ankles together.

Carlos gasps when he realizes he is not to be allowed the freedom to kick up his legs. Then the noose comes down over his neck as he faces the wall. It’s cinched up really good before he’s forced onto his knees.

“SUCK HIM GOOD, SISSY-SLUT!” one of the inmates hollers from the spectators. “EAT YOUR LAST PROTEIN SHAKE!”

The guys all laugh as Bruno presents a cock I’m all too familiar with – large and smelly and nasty. Carlos looks at it… looks at Bruno… and then leans forward to take it into his mouth. Somehow he seems eager to me.

Is it that he wants to give a good blowjob before he dies? Does he want a mouthful of cum? Or is he hoping by doing his best he’ll convince his executioners not to hang a perfectly serviceable cock-sucker? I have no idea.

My cock twitches as I watch him suck dick. My mouth waters and it shames me. I’ll soon be up there doing that to Jack, and it both embarrasses and arouses me. Why do they have to humiliate us like this??

Carlos licks and sucks as Bruno grasps his head and rams his mouth hard. He sucks like it will be the very last cock he ever tastes. Has he grown that accustomed to tasting male meat in his mouth? By now I know I sure have… and it’s humiliating as hell.

The blow job seems to last longer than I expect… that is, until Bruno lets out a roar. Carlos gets it in his mouth and all over his face. Bruno always did have a healthy helping of man cream to give us subs.

Carlos needs help standing back up. Then he’s turned to face the jeering inmates. I look around to notice many subs are already on their knees sucking cock while a few are bent over taking it up the ass. But my focus is mostly on Carlos as I know I’ll be going up there next.

Sal forces him to bend over, putting added pressure on that noose around his neck. It looks like he rips a hole in Carlos’ pantyhose for easy access. In front, I see that bulging cock is even more noticeable from down here.

“FUCK THAT SISSY-SLUT!” a voice hollers out, and the others begin cheering him on. Sal obliges by ramming his ass hard. It’s so hard that Carlos lets out a cry, causing all the inmates to laugh and jeer at him.

My cock twitches as I observe the proceedings. My ass clenches as though I can already feel my executioner fucking me. My heart pounds in my chest as my breath catches in my throat.

Carlos winces, but it looks as though he’s pushing back. His cock is really hard, bulging in those pantyhose. He looks ridiculous up there in that pink blouse and hose. In fact the whole damn scene strikes me as insanely surreal.

Sal really rapes that ass, and it’s almost as though I can feel it all the way down here. Carlos grunts and moans as he winces with fright. All he sees are the inmates below and the fall that awaits him.

“I’m gonna rape your ass like that, Sissy-boy,” Al hisses into my ear. Then he reaches around to grab my hard cock beneath the hem of my dress.

“You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you, sissy-boy! You sure are hard watching Carlos get his butt-fucking! You can’t wait to be up there, can you!” Then he laughs as he strokes me a little. I wince as pre-cum drips off the tip of my damn cock.

Sal lets out a roar as he rams Carlos hard. The poor sub winces as he pushes back. He acts like he wants all the cum he can get.

Bruno steps forward, and I see a huge butt-plug in his hand. My breath catches in my throat again. Sal pulls out and Bruno shoves it hard into the ass of the condemned until it seats. Even I flinch at that.

Carlos cries out as his cock really hardens in those pantyhose. Then Bruno steps back and retrieves something else. Carlos is panting like crazy as though anticipating what is coming next.

With a swift motion Bruno steps forward and pulls a hood down over his head. Carlos lets out a muffled scream of pure terror. I hear his voice cry out, “GAWD; NOT THE HOOD?? LET ME SEE – LET ME SEE!”

The hood huffs and puffs from his fear. Then Sal pushes him forward. Carlos pitches off the gallows, only to be caught up by the noose to the roar of the inmates gathered to watch.

His body swings back and forth, twisting and struggling like crazy. With his ankles tied together he looks like a fish out of water hanging from a line. A distinct stain develops in his nylons.

A voice cries out, “HE LOVES IT! SISSY-SLUT IS CREAMING HIS PANTYHOSE!” The other inmates laugh and cheer and jeer. That’s when I shamefully cream myself.

I can’t look away, especially since this will be my fate in such a very short time. Carlos tries to kick as the hood huffs and puffs. He looks like he’s really fighting it. Gawd; why the hell is it taking so long??

He finally slows down until he’s reduces to sporadic jerks and muscle spasms. All around me I hear the sounds of sucking and fucking as inmates call out to him in a degrading manner… “DANCE, SISSY-SLUT!”  “KICK IT UP FOR US!”  WAY TO HANG FOR US, WHORE1”

“Like that, sissy-boy,” Jack asks with a sneer. “I see you spunked for your dear friend. Is that your way of saluting him since you won’t be able to stand over him in his coffin and cream him goodbye?”

They lower him to the ground much faster than I expected. The winner of the lottery rushes up before the 20 minutes are over. The butt-plug is pulled out and he begins fucking his ass.

I watch as the lucky inmate fucks a dangling Carlos in the butt until he eventually roars out his release. Then a voice in the crowd hollers out, “LET’S GET SISSY-BOY IN THE NOOSE NOW!” There’s another cheer from those bastards as my heart skips a beat. They are so damned eager to watch me swing.

Carlos is quickly taken down from the noose and piled up in a heap near the side of the gallows. “I guess we’ll finish him off later,” Al tells me as he grabs me by my arm. “Right now it’s time to get you swinging, sissy-boy!”

I nearly faint as the blood drains from my face. They laugh as they hold me up in their arms. Then I’m marched over to the steps amidst a chorus of sadistic cheers.

They start me up the steps, and my breath catches in my throat. My legs wobble as I try to make the stairs in my heels. My balance is uncertain, further adding to my fear and arousal.

My cock is stiff, lifting up the hem of my dress. It won’t soften no matter how hard I try. I just ejaculated a moment ago; why the hell am I still so hard??

Each step makes me wobble, making me afraid I’m going to fall and break my neck. I wince at the irony. Right now falling and breaking something is the least of my worries. Besides, I think they would just hang me anyway.

I reach the top step and my breath catches in my throat again. They turned me in the direction of the noose which has been brought back up and prepared for me. The sight of it makes my cock jump, and I inhale sharply.

I don’t see the other executioners. They must have gone down the back stairwell along the wall. No doubt they’re taking up a position down below to enjoy my execution.

I start to hyperventilate as I’m stood directly under the coil near the edge. Jack grabs the noose and loops it down around my head. It’s made of hemp, and it scratches my throat a bit… another painful reminder of the ignominious end I’m about to face.

Jack sneers, “Makes a pretty necklace on you, sissy-boy; don’t you think? Now it’s time for your last meal.” Then he forces me to my knees.

The noose tightens noticeably, and I gawk and gurgle. Then he unzips his fly. For the last time I’m introduced to his long, thick member, something I’m all too familiar with.

I’m reminded this will be the last cock I ever suck. So I eagerly take it into my mouth. It’s as though I’m determined to give him the last, best performance of my life.

Even now I’m ashamed by how enthusiastic I am as it’s still humiliating as hell. But I’ve become the prison cock-sucker, and I’ve grown used to my role. It’s become second nature the way I’ve been trained to suck cock like some slut in a whorehouse.

“Well what do you know,” Al observes with a laugh from nearby as he watches. “Sissy-boy really wants your cum for his last meal, Jack.”

“If you like this, sissy-boy, you’re going to love it when Al rams his meat up your ass.” Then Jack grabs the back of my head and thrusts good and hard.

I nearly gag on it to the cheers of all the inmates watching from below. I’m partially strangled, and I struggle to find a better position from which to get a decent breath of air. But the noose is tight as he partially strangles me, a constant reminder around my neck of what’s coming next.

I don’t know what Carlos thought about while he was up here. I find myself wondering if I’ll get the hood or not. What difference does it make? I’m going to strangle to death in the noose whether I’m hooded or not.

Jack thrusts hard, his cock gagging me as it hits the back of my throat. He pushes it in hard until my breath is totally cut off. He pushes it in even deeper until I feel it pushing partway down my neck.

I can’t breathe and I start to wriggle and panic, especially since the noose tightens ominously around my throat. I try to wriggle free, but he has a good grip on the back of my head as he force-feeds me his meat. “What’s the matter, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “Can’t get any air? You’re going to have worse problems in just a few minutes.”

I can hear voices from down below hollering up at me… “SUCK THAT COCK, SISSY-BOY!”  “FUCK THAT SKULL, JACK!” “HE’S ONE HELL OF A COCK-SUCKER, AIN’T HE?” But I’m still having a hard time breathing. I wriggle and squirm, but he just laughs as he forces his dick down my throat.

Jack finally pulls his cock out, and I gasp for breath. Then he gleefully rams it all the way down my throat again. Once more I can’t hardly breathe, and I struggle in my growing panic.

I hear laughter, cheers and jeers from down below as I gag on his dick. My cock is hard underneath my dress; I can feel it dripping precum. I feel humiliated and ashamed… and yet I still do my best to swirl my tongue around the dick that fills my mouth.

How long is he going to fuck my skull? Can I make it go on for a while? I’m filled with an insane hope I can prolong this indefinitely. But my mind tells me I’m a fucking idiot for thinking I can delay the inevitable.

The noose strangles me as I try to kneel upright. I grunt and glug with each thrust down my throat. Then I feel him start to swell between my lips.

I feel a sudden surge of panic as I don’t want him to cum this soon. I want to drag this on for as long as possible. A moment later he shoots a heavy load in my mouth, roaring his release to the cheers of the courtyard.

The jizz is thick and sticky, and it’s hard to swallow. It chokes me in addition to the noose around my neck. He suddenly pulls out, and a second spurt hits my face, stinging my right eye.

I get a third and fourth spurt that splatter my face. I’m going to be forced to proudly wear his visible discharge when I hang. At least I can breathe again.

“Clean it up, sissy-boy!” he demands. I shamefully take him back into my mouth, trying to clean him off with my tongue while sucking him good. But my throat is dry, my heart hammering in my chest.

He finally pulls me to my feet to the cheers of the inmates watching from below. “He’s all yours, Al! Fuck sissy-boy here and then hang his ass!” And with that Al steps forward, a sadistic grin on his face.

“One last butt-fuck, eh sissy-boy? Better enjoy it while it lasts!” Then he turns me around.

I get a great view of all the inmates watching from below. Some are on their knees servicing their doms while others are bent over and getting it up the ass. I’m about to get it up the ass as well.

The hem of my dress is lifted up from my stiff dick, a sign of my fearful arousal. “Are you hard, sissy-boy?” Al laughs. “I’m hard too; can’t you tell? Reach back and find out how hard I am!”

He pushes up behind me, his hot breath on my neck. I feel around with my cuffed hands until I find his erect member. I try to stroke him, but I’m so scared I feel like I might faint and end up falling off the front of the platform. That would hang me for sure.

“You found me, sissy-boy!” he laughs as I try to stroke him. “Now I’m going to find you!”

I gasp as he kicks my legs apart. Then he pushes the head of his long, thick member against my puckered anus. One swift thrust and he’s in, ramming me so hard I cry out instinctively.

Everybody laughs as he begins raping my ass while I stand on the edge of the platform. For some reason it feels worse than all the other times he’s butt-fucked me. Maybe it’s because I’m looking off the edge of the platform into the abyss.

He grabs me by a handful of hair as he brutally fucks my ass hard. I wince as I clench involuntarily. Instinctively I try to fuck him back, subconsciously fulfilling my last act as the prison fuck-toy.

“Hey, Jack; he likes it!” Al declares with a laugh. Then he reaches around and grabs onto my hard-on to confirm, “Hey, sissy-boy here is really hard! He must be enjoying his last butt-fuck!”

I look down through my one good eye to see inmates with their cocks out, stroking excitedly as they watch me get butt-fucked. Some are on their knees servicing others. It looks a long way down to me, and I inhale sharply. But I know the rope is going to pull me up far short as I plummet when the time comes.

The hem of my dress is lifted up by my stiff dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. Everyone can see my arousal. I’m terrified, but the only comfort I can find is the familiar sensation of having a cock up my ass. It’s humiliating, and yet it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.

“Your wife is gonna love the pictures we’re taking, sissy-boy!” Al hisses into my ear. “In fact I’m gonna enjoy looking at them for a long time to come. I’m really going to MISS… YOUR… ASS!” He thrusts hard with each word, nearly causing me to cry out.

“Almost done, sissy-boy,” he chuckles into my ear. “I can feel it coming. But don’t you worry none. All the guys down there want to enjoy your ass while you’re hanging. So we’re going to hang you special!”

I’m scared as I stand right on the edge, feeling the moment rapidly approaching. It’s hard to remain erect in my heels. My breath catches in my throat as I really start to hyperventilate.

I feel him start to swell inside me; it’s a sensation I’m familiar with. I fuck him back even harder, my body instinctively wanting what he wants to pump up my ass. But it terrifies me knowing he’ll hang me just as soon as he’s done.

He swells until I feel his hot seed pumping into my ass. I clench instinctively as I fuck him back. There’s so much cream that I feel some of it leaking out and slithering down my leg.

I whimper each time he drives his cock home, knowing he’s almost done. Then he finally pulls out to the roar of the inmates. I inhale sharply as I start to tremble like crazy.

I hear him say, “I’m done, sissy-boy; it’s time to hang.” Then I feel a nonchalant push in my back. I let out a cry as I start to tumble forward.

The rope catches me and cuts off my voice. I swing out a couple feet from the edge of the platform.  The noose takes my full weight, causing my legs to start pedaling in a panic.

My arms frantically jerk up and down behind my back as I rasp for breath. I hear a roaring; it sounds like the inmates are cheering and applauding. I see some stroking their dicks while others are on their knees or bent over getting it up the ass.

My biggest concern is getting air down my throat. But I’m getting so very little that my body explodes in a panic. My legs kick everywhere and I lose a heel, although I have no knowledge of it.

In the middle of this desperate fight, I’m dimly aware of my cock going off as my balls jiggle. It twitches and spurts to the laughter and jeers of the inmates. My stiffie bounces shamefully up and down under the hem of my dress.

I can feel cum leaking out of my ass, as Jack’s cream slithers down my face. There’s a wave of heat in my skull as my face turns red. I can’t breathe anymore, and my body reacts in panic.

The inmates have worked themselves into a frenzy as I kick and jerk around for them. Sometimes I bunny-hop and sometimes my legs pedal. It hurts like hell, and it feels like there’s no end in sight.

They’re getting closer; does it look like the inmates are surging forward? Am I being lowered to the ground? I’m not sure, but it feels like I’m being lowered to the ground! Maybe my wife loves me after all and wants me back! Maybe it was all nothing more than a damn joke!

I see inmates approaching, feel movement behind me. Then I jerk as a cock is shoved up my ass. I’m being butt-fucked while I’m still in the noose!

A hand grabs my dick as a faraway voice declares, “He’s still hard. Look, he’s oozing.” Another voice… “He’s really clenching back here! I’m so glad he’s still alive to be butt-fucked in the noose!” My body jerks and twitches as my ass is raped.

The voices start to fade as my vision collapses around the edges… “Great job, sissy-boy!” “He was the best one ever; don’t you think?”  “Damn, his ass is still clenching back here!” Then I can’t hear anything anymore. My bodily responses to my butt-fucking are less and less as my heartbeat slows until it finally stops. But the butt-fucking continues……………………………..

I’m left in the noose and butt-fucked all through lunch. Carlos gets it in the ass too. But I seem to be the more popular of the two.

My accoutrements are finally removed, and I’m tossed into my coffin as Carlos is tossed into his. The inmates gather around jacking off on us until we get a healthy coating of spunk all over our naked bodies. Then we’re taken out and buried in unmarked graves along with the other inmates who’ve been hanged.

Later that afternoon my new widow gets pictures and video of my transformation as well as my degrading hanging. It carries her through into the evening when she finally receives my death certificate. That night she goes with her new lover – a former friend and coworker who now has my position – before a justice of the peace to be married. Afterwards they watch my hanging videos, get off on my prison pictures and then fuck themselves silly long into the night…

© 2017 (Written for Wllmfrnkln Jan 26 ’17 by riwa)

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Strangle Anniversary 3.8 (15)

(Note: Story written for Jikoseiai. Characters belong to her and are used with her permission.)

 

Airi couldn’t find Mali. Now where did that special girl of hers run off to? She had to be somewhere nearby, right?

She felt rope wrap around her throat as she was caught from behind. Then she was pulled backward onto the bed. She’d found Mali… or rather, Mali had found her.

“Did my slut Airi forget what day today is?” Mali giggled. “It is our one year anniversary. That means I get to kill you and make love to your cooling corpse all night long.”

Airi rasped and gurgled as she reached for the rope around her throat. It was the purple rope she’d bought her lover as a very special strangling present. Now it was being used to kill her yet again.

She tried to breathe as those familiar feelings blossomed in her loins. Instinctively she groped her bare breast, even as her body fought against the strangling sensations. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Mali breathed into her ear. “You cum so hard each time I strangle you to death. And it makes me cum hard too just watching you! I love you for it!”

Airi tried one last time to pull the cord away from her neck. “You can’t fight me, my sexy slut,” Mali giggled. “Besides, you want this every bit as much as I do.”

Airi gave up trying to loosen the rope around her neck. Instead she savagely groped her breasts as she started rubbing her crotch. If she hurried, there might still be time.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Mali gasped with great pleasure. “You’re going to cum hard while I kill you! Then I’m going to fuck your dead body all night long. Then tomorrow you’re going to wake up and do it to me!”

Airi rubbed herself just as hard as she could as she started to spiral away. At the very last second she began shuddering in orgasm. “Yes – yes; my slut Airi is cumming!” Mali gasped with delight. Then she pulled even harder on the cord.

Airi’s vision began to spiral away. She was cumming all the way down as she plummeted into oblivion. The last thing she thought of was the best way to get her lover back when she awakened tomorrow.

Mali felt her pussy explode as Airi’s body began to shudder in its death throes. One more hard pull finished her. Then she was all over her, kissing her lips and then sucking on her erect nipples.

She pulled down the soaked panties and began licking the dripping fluids. Death cum was always the best. Somehow Airi always gave her as much as she desired.

She licked and slurped until Airi’s cooling corpse shuddered. “My slut is cumming for me after death!” Mali cried out joyously. Then she climbed aboard Airi’s face and rubbed her wet pussy all over her lips until she experienced another orgasm of her own.

Mali quickly fetched one of the dildos they often used on each other. Then she began fucking Airi’s corpse with it. She was rewarded when the body trembled from another death cum. It was so erotic it sent Mali into an orgasmic frenzy.

She fucked Airi’s corpse well into the night before all those cums exhausted her. Then she tenderly kissed her lips before she fell asleep with her head on her chest. It had been a very special anniversary.

The next morning Mali awakened to a rope around her throat. She looked up to see Airi was strangling her with that same purple cord. “So you killed me yesterday for our anniversary, eh Mali? I guess that means today I get to kill you. Did I cum for you after I died, Mali? I hope so, because you’re going to cum so hard for me after I kill you!”

Mali rasped and gurgled as her lover pulled the purple cord deliciously tight around her neck. Instinctively she reached down and started fingering her extremely wet pussy. If she hurried she might be able to experience that cum before her lover killed her.

“Aww, do you want to cum before you die, Mali? Should I let my slut lover cum? Or should I strangle the very life out of you and deny you that wonderful sensation?”

Mali gawked as the rope tightened ominously. She furiously fingered herself. Damn, that wicked Airi was not going to let her cum in time!

The rope suddenly eased up around her neck just enough to give her a little sliver of air. Mali resisted the urge to fight the rope by furiously fingering herself. Then the rope tightened ominously. That wonderful fear mixed with the sensation of breathlessness was enough to send her over the edge.

Mali shuddered as Airi cackled at her. “Is my slut lover cumming as she dies? You look so sexy when I strangle you to death, Mali! Now this is for yesterday!” And with that she pulled hard on the rope.

Mali tried to cry out. But she was unable to get any breath out of her throat. Then she was cumming a second time, cumming violently as she spiraled away into oblivion.

“Yes!” Airi breathed as she watched her lover cum herself to death. Then she was cumming too, screaming Mali’s name to the heavens.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she produced the dildo her lover had used on her corpse the previous day. “This is for you, my love,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck a ton of death orgsms out of your sexy corpse.” Then she thrust the dildo hard into her lover’s soaked pussy and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow…

(Written for Jikoseiai Mar 22 ’17 by riwa. Inspired by the picture found on the Internet and used for illustraiton purposes.)

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