The Riwa Story Thread

[riwa]

(cont.)

At that moment there is a sound over by the door. It swings open and a male steps inside. Dorothy scans his frame and likes what she sees. Under different circumstances they might have spent a pleasant afternoon in the English countryside with a picnic basket and a frolic in the grass.

“Come,” he demands as he approaches her. Instinctively she speaks out.

“I am Countess Dorothy Wellused of Cockshire England. I have come to Paris seeking my sister.”

“They will enjoy witnessing the beheading of a Countess,” he says as he grabs her arm and pulls her out of the room. “Maybe I’ll behead you myself.”

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

Her breath catches in her throat as he drags her down a hall where they enter another room with a chair and a table. Her captor throws her into the chair and then picks up a dagger from the table. Dorothy lets out a cry as her beautiful blonde locks are sliced off.

Her lovely yet expensive coiffure is crudely shorn from her head and tossed onto the table. With her hair shortened she feels the cool late afternoon air on her neck. It sets her to shivering when she realizes her neck will soon be experiencing more than just a late afternoon Paris breeze.

He demands she remove her garments. When she balks he roughly pulls the red velvet dress off her body as well as her undergarment, leaving her naked and trembling. “You have no rights here, Countess; don’t toy with me! I am the one with all the rights now!”

He lewdly gropes her full breasts, daring her to protest. Abruptly he bends her over the table. Dorothy hears movement behind her, the familiar sound of another garment coming loose. Then she feels fingers in her wet slit.

She whimpers in shame as he hisses into her ear, “I see the Countess is wet. You must be excited at your impending beheading. Or maybe’s it’s just that you’ve had so many men back in England. I guess one more won’t make a difference, will it?”

He brutally thrusts his cock into the folds of her wetness. Dorothy gasps at how rough he is. But she cannot help clenching. A release of pleasure is most needed after all she’s experienced thus far.

He grasps what’s left of her golden locks and forces her head down onto the table as he brutalizes her. She whimpers and cries out at a violation so shamefully wonderful. “You’re certainly an accommodating Countess; I’ll give you that. But you’ll get no mercy from me or the crowd outside.”

She lets out a cry of pleasure as he rapes her. She is almost there, but he cums too quickly. He fills her with his seed and then pulls out moments before she can experience pleasure for herself.

He loops her garments over his arm and grabs the bulk of her shorn golden locks. “These will fetch a handsome bounty for some poor peasant you aristocrats have abused.” Then he grabs her arm and marches her out the door, her slit dripping his seed.

They go down a different hall to a door. Then they are outside on the edge of the crowd. On the platform the blade drops, causing Countess Wellused to jerk when she sees a naked body start to hitch and spasm all secured to the bench. The crowd again roars its approval.

The head is pulled out of the basket, another woman of noble birth. Her naked corpse is released from the bench and then rolled off the platform down into the cart. Dorothy observes how the dead woman once had great beauty.

“Let us through!” her captor demands as they begin pushing through the crowd. “I’ve got another one!” Dorothy realizes the daylight has started to fade. It is sundown; she is right on schedule.

Members of the crowd around her catch sight of the red velvet dress. The man begins to holler, “I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE! LET US THROUGH; I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE!” Those around them begin to chant for her beheading, the rest of the crowd picking up the cry.

Dorothy feels humiliated at her nakedness. The seed of her recent coupling drips shamefully out of her slit and slithers down her legs. She is certain everyone in attendance knows what has recently transpired between her and her escort.

The peasants part, allowing them to reach the steps. A male descends to help escort her up to the platform. The crowd cheers her impending doom before they start to chant for the two men to behead the Countess.

When she sees the bloody wicker basket Dorothy’s legs nearly give out as they near the top of the platform. The men on either side grasp on tightly so as not to lose her. They don’t want this one to break her neck, not when it is destined to be kissed by the blade.

The Countess sees the blood-stained lunette. She looks up and catches sight of the dripping blade. She gasps and whimpers as she clenches her thighs together. At that moment she shamefully wets herself, much to the cheers and jeers of the peasantry.

The man who abused and disrobed her turns her around to face the gathered multitude. “I PRESENT TO YOU COUNTESS DOROTHY WELLUSED!” Then he tosses the red velvet dress, the undergarment, and the shorn hair into the crowd which are all fought over. The remaining spectators cheer before they cry out for her beheading.

The two men march her over to the bench. Before she is forced onto her stomach, her rapist enjoys one last grope. “Too bad, Countess. I would have enjoyed taking you again and again.” Then he laughs as she is forced face down onto the bench.

She whimpers as she is slid forward through the bottom of the lunette on the wooden structure. She is given a clear view of the bloody basket below where her head will soon land. She inhales sharply as the top half of the lunette comes down.

Instinctively she clenches her thighs together. She is unable to prevent another small flow of urine from her erotic terror. She is so very close to experiencing a shameful orgasm.

They are just strapping her down when she distinguishes a cry separate from the others. There is a commotion in the crowd; a woman is trying to push her way through. Despite the chants and cries she can just make out, “NOOO! THAT’S MY SISTER; THAT’S MY SISTER!”

She catches sight of Emma trying to push closer as though to save her. She is in a simple peasant dress, her former flowing strands cut short. It appears as though she is trying to blend in with the peasantry.

Dorothy blushes with shame the way her sister can see her like this. She grunts as the last of the straps are tightly secured. The loud chants of “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” drown out her sister’s horrified cries.

She shakes her head as she tries to warn her, mentally crying out, “No, Emma; go back – go back! Don’t associate yourself with me!” Then she hears her rapist declare, “BEHOLD THE COUNTESS!”

The crowd hollers back “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Dorothy winces with anticipation. Then it swells within her. She’s about to have the biggest orgasm of her life.

It is just starting to crest when the French Razor vibrates. A moment later the sensations below her neck abruptly cease as a sharp pain slices all the way through her quivering throat. Dorothy feels a sensation of falling… tumbling until her face is pushed up against something.

A flow of something warm hits the back of her head. Off in the distance it sounds like a crowd is roaring. Then she feels light as a feather as she is brought up into the fading light of day for all to behold.

The crowd cheers from its bloodlust. She catches sight of her sister with her head buried in her hands as though she is sobbing. A moment later she is horrified to see three male peasants grasp onto Emma’s arms and start to strong-arm her forward.

Dorothy’s head is swung around until she sees the other male releasing her hitching, jerking corpse from the straps. She is freed and her body is rolled off the bench. There’s a distinct stain in the wood where her bladder released, hers and many others.

She sees how wet her slit is and the seed of her rapist still slithering down her legs. She has a moment to admire her proud breasts and erect nipples. How many males have suckled on those nipples back in England? Then her naked corpse is unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the waiting cart below

She can see all the naked bodies now as hers lands on that last beheaded female. Then she feels airborne as her head is tossed. She lands near the semi-erect penis of a recently beheaded male. But her vision is failing and she cannot reach him with her mouth.

She suddenly finds herself looking down on the scene from above. But how can this be? Isn’t she supposed to be dead??

She’s horrified to see her sister being dragged up onto the platform, writhing and screaming as the crowd hollers for her head just because she’s the sister. Dorothy watches as Emma’s peasant dress is ripped off and thrown to the appreciative crowd. Underneath, the expensive undergarment betrays her status. It is ripped off as well as the crowd hollers for her head.

Emma is forced face down upon the bench where her sister perished mere moments ago. She is strapped down as the lunette is brought down onto her neck. The crowd lets out a lustful cry to behead her.

Dorothy’s rapist, still up on the platform, gleefully grabs the lever. He only pauses a moment. Then the blade whooshes down with a loud thunk, and Emma’s head falls away.

It must be Dorothy’s punishment. Somehow she’s been condemned to watch the beheading of her sister. Then the Countess feels herself fading away.

Mercifully she is not allowed to witness the executioner lift up her sister’s head for all to see as the crowd roars its approval. She does not observe the twitching, spasming body being unstrapped and then rolled off the platform into the cart below, landing askew on top of her own corpse. She does not see her sister’s lovely head fly through the air until it bounces unceremoniously into the cart.

It’s probably for the best…

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 25 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a langewapper idea with two of his renders included.)

 

[Madiosi]

(cont.)

At that moment there is a sound over by the door. It swings open and a male steps inside. Dorothy scans his frame and likes what she sees. Under different circumstances they might have spent a pleasant afternoon in the English countryside with a picnic basket and a frolic in the grass.

“Come,” he demands as he approaches her. Instinctively she speaks out.

“I am Countess Dorothy Wellused of Cockshire England. I have come to Paris seeking my sister.”

“They will enjoy witnessing the beheading of a Countess,” he says as he grabs her arm and pulls her out of the room. “Maybe I’ll behead you myself.”

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

Her breath catches in her throat as he drags her down a hall where they enter another room with a chair and a table. Her captor throws her into the chair and then picks up a dagger from the table. Dorothy lets out a cry as her beautiful blonde locks are sliced off.

Her lovely yet expensive coiffure is crudely shorn from her head and tossed onto the table. With her hair shortened she feels the cool late afternoon air on her neck. It sets her to shivering when she realizes her neck will soon be experiencing more than just a late afternoon Paris breeze.

He demands she remove her garments. When she balks he roughly pulls the red velvet dress off her body as well as her undergarment, leaving her naked and trembling. “You have no rights here, Countess; don’t toy with me! I am the one with all the rights now!”

He lewdly gropes her full breasts, daring her to protest. Abruptly he bends her over the table. Dorothy hears movement behind her, the familiar sound of another garment coming loose. Then she feels fingers in her wet slit.

She whimpers in shame as he hisses into her ear, “I see the Countess is wet. You must be excited at your impending beheading. Or maybe’s it’s just that you’ve had so many men back in England. I guess one more won’t make a difference, will it?”

He brutally thrusts his cock into the folds of her wetness. Dorothy gasps at how rough he is. But she cannot help clenching. A release of pleasure is most needed after all she’s experienced thus far.

He grasps what’s left of her golden locks and forces her head down onto the table as he brutalizes her. She whimpers and cries out at a violation so shamefully wonderful. “You’re certainly an accommodating Countess; I’ll give you that. But you’ll get no mercy from me or the crowd outside.”

She lets out a cry of pleasure as he rapes her. She is almost there, but he cums too quickly. He fills her with his seed and then pulls out moments before she can experience pleasure for herself.

He loops her garments over his arm and grabs the bulk of her shorn golden locks. “These will fetch a handsome bounty for some poor peasant you aristocrats have abused.” Then he grabs her arm and marches her out the door, her slit dripping his seed.

They go down a different hall to a door. Then they are outside on the edge of the crowd. On the platform the blade drops, causing Countess Wellused to jerk when she sees a naked body start to hitch and spasm all secured to the bench. The crowd again roars its approval.

The head is pulled out of the basket, another woman of noble birth. Her naked corpse is released from the bench and then rolled off the platform down into the cart. Dorothy observes how the dead woman once had great beauty.

“Let us through!” her captor demands as they begin pushing through the crowd. “I’ve got another one!” Dorothy realizes the daylight has started to fade. It is sundown; she is right on schedule.

Members of the crowd around her catch sight of the red velvet dress. The man begins to holler, “I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE! LET US THROUGH; I HAVE A COUNTESS HERE!” Those around them begin to chant for her beheading, the rest of the crowd picking up the cry.

Dorothy feels humiliated at her nakedness. The seed of her recent coupling drips shamefully out of her slit and slithers down her legs. She is certain everyone in attendance knows what has recently transpired between her and her escort.

The peasants part, allowing them to reach the steps. A male descends to help escort her up to the platform. The crowd cheers her impending doom before they start to chant for the two men to behead the Countess.

When she sees the bloody wicker basket Dorothy’s legs nearly give out as they near the top of the platform. The men on either side grasp on tightly so as not to lose her. They don’t want this one to break her neck, not when it is destined to be kissed by the blade.

The Countess sees the blood-stained lunette. She looks up and catches sight of the dripping blade. She gasps and whimpers as she clenches her thighs together. At that moment she shamefully wets herself, much to the cheers and jeers of the peasantry.

The man who abused and disrobed her turns her around to face the gathered multitude. “I PRESENT TO YOU COUNTESS DOROTHY WELLUSED!” Then he tosses the red velvet dress, the undergarment, and the shorn hair into the crowd which are all fought over. The remaining spectators cheer before they cry out for her beheading.

The two men march her over to the bench. Before she is forced onto her stomach, her rapist enjoys one last grope. “Too bad, Countess. I would have enjoyed taking you again and again.” Then he laughs as she is forced face down onto the bench.

She whimpers as she is slid forward through the bottom of the lunette on the wooden structure. She is given a clear view of the bloody basket below where her head will soon land. She inhales sharply as the top half of the lunette comes down.

Instinctively she clenches her thighs together. She is unable to prevent another small flow of urine from her erotic terror. She is so very close to experiencing a shameful orgasm.

They are just strapping her down when she distinguishes a cry separate from the others. There is a commotion in the crowd; a woman is trying to push her way through. Despite the chants and cries she can just make out, “NOOO! THAT’S MY SISTER; THAT’S MY SISTER!”

She catches sight of Emma trying to push closer as though to save her. She is in a simple peasant dress, her former flowing strands cut short. It appears as though she is trying to blend in with the peasantry.

Dorothy blushes with shame the way her sister can see her like this. She grunts as the last of the straps are tightly secured. The loud chants of “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” drown out her sister’s horrified cries.

She shakes her head as she tries to warn her, mentally crying out, “No, Emma; go back – go back! Don’t associate yourself with me!” Then she hears her rapist declare, “BEHOLD THE COUNTESS!”

The crowd hollers back “OFF WITH HER HEAD!” Dorothy winces with anticipation. Then it swells within her. She’s about to have the biggest orgasm of her life.

It is just starting to crest when the French Razor vibrates. A moment later the sensations below her neck abruptly cease as a sharp pain slices all the way through her quivering throat. Dorothy feels a sensation of falling… tumbling until her face is pushed up against something.
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A flow of something warm hits the back of her head. Off in the distance it sounds like a crowd is roaring. Then she feels light as a feather as she is brought up into the fading light of day for all to behold.

The crowd cheers from its bloodlust. She catches sight of her sister with her head buried in her hands as though she is sobbing. A moment later she is horrified to see three male peasants grasp onto Emma’s arms and start to strong-arm her forward.

Dorothy’s head is swung around until she sees the other male releasing her hitching, jerking corpse from the straps. She is freed and her body is rolled off the bench. There’s a distinct stain in the wood where her bladder released, hers and many others.

She sees how wet her slit is and the seed of her rapist still slithering down her legs. She has a moment to admire her proud breasts and erect nipples. How many males have suckled on those nipples back in England? Then her naked corpse is unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the waiting cart below

She can see all the naked bodies now as hers lands on that last beheaded female. Then she feels airborne as her head is tossed. She lands near the semi-erect penis of a recently beheaded male. But her vision is failing and she cannot reach him with her mouth.

She suddenly finds herself looking down on the scene from above. But how can this be? Isn’t she supposed to be dead??

She’s horrified to see her sister being dragged up onto the platform, writhing and screaming as the crowd hollers for her head just because she’s the sister. Dorothy watches as Emma’s peasant dress is ripped off and thrown to the appreciative crowd. Underneath, the expensive undergarment betrays her status. It is ripped off as well as the crowd hollers for her head.

Emma is forced face down upon the bench where her sister perished mere moments ago. She is strapped down as the lunette is brought down onto her neck. The crowd lets out a lustful cry to behead her.

Dorothy’s rapist, still up on the platform, gleefully grabs the lever. He only pauses a moment. Then the blade whooshes down with a loud thunk, and Emma’s head falls away.

It must be Dorothy’s punishment. Somehow she’s been condemned to watch the beheading of her sister. Then the Countess feels herself fading away.

Mercifully she is not allowed to witness the executioner lift up her sister’s head for all to see as the crowd roars its approval. She does not observe the twitching, spasming body being unstrapped and then rolled off the platform into the cart below, landing askew on top of her own corpse. She does not see her sister’s lovely head fly through the air until it bounces unceremoniously into the cart.

It’s probably for the best…

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 25 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a langewapper idea with two of his renders included.)

BTW, I decided, you get this year a own yearbook. It's already in work.

 

[riwa]

Spitted girlfriends

Christy and Rachel had been friends ever since grade school. By the time they reached high school they were both sexually active. The gender of the partner made no difference to them.

When they graduated from high school they both enrolled in City University. They didn’t really want a secondary education. They just wanted to go there because they’d heard the students were all so sexually promiscuous.

They weren’t seeking knowledge on how to have a career, not unless it had to do with furthering their slut training. College life was nothing but an orgy. Getting a degree - any degree at all - was merely a side benefit.

It didn’t take long before the two girls were the hit of the Phi Omicron Ro Nu fraternity. They didn’t care whether or not they became members of the sorority on campus. If the guys were willing to fuck despite them not being sorority bitches then that was all right with them. And if they got to lick a little pussy on the side, so much the better.

Christy and Rachel lived for the next orgasm. A day didn’t go by without them seeking some sort of pleasure. Many predicted they wouldn’t live very long. At the rate they were going they were liable to burn themselves out before they reached 30.

It wasn’t long before the two girlfriends came to the same conclusion. They were eating each other out late one night when Christy brought up how their lifestyle was going to kill them one day, perhaps as a result of a heart attack. Rachel figured it would be a great way to go, dying in the midst of one of the greatest orgasms of her life.

After settling down to catch their breath, Christy asked her friend how she’d like to go out. “With a cock up my cunt or ass,” Rachel declared. “That way I would die a happy woman. What about you?”

“I’d love to go out with a cock up my ass and your tongue in my twat.”

“I agree. Wouldn’t that be heavenly?” And with that the two sluts sighed before going back to feasting on each other’s dripping cunts, their passions having been aroused all over again.

It wasn’t long before the idea began to take root of how one day they might deliberately get themselves snuffed. Christy kept wondering how she could arrange to go out with a bang. It didn’t occur to her that Rachel was thinking the exact same thing.

One Saturday afternoon they attended a fraternity barbecue. There was lots of sucking and fucking involved. Both sluts were in heaven.

The highlight of the barbecue was when a sorority girl was voluntarily spit-roasted – at least they were told she’d volunteered. Christy and Rachel watched as the woman twisted over an open fire, spitted from ass to mouth with a stabilizer up her cunt. Her arms and legs were secured, and for good measure her tits were skewered.

Later that afternoon the two girlfriends dined on girl-meat, right along with everyone else. But they couldn’t get the image of the roasting woman out of their heads. The girl was still alive for the first few minutes. And it looked like she was wriggling and squirming… cumming up a storm.

When they got back to their room later that evening the two sluts attacked each other with strap-ons. They eventually confessed how hot the whole damned afternoon had been. And watching that sexy bitch cum on the spit had been incredibly erotic.

“What do you think?” Christy asked her girlfriend. “How hot would it be to go out that way?”

“Fucking hot!” Rachel declared. “I can’t imagine anything hotter right now. Did you see how many times she orgasmed on that spit? She came four times that I could count.”

“I counted five,” Christy corrected her. “Fucking hot is right. And the way we all ate her after she was well done? I don’t know about you, but I came the minute I bit into some of her meat.”

“I did too. And did you see the reaction of all the other sluts from the sorority? They acted like it was so fucking hot! And the fraternity boys loved it! I lost count how many times I got fucked kneeling in the grass in sight of that spit.”

“So what do you think?” Christy asked. “Would that be a great way to go out or what?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel mused thoughtfully. “Roasting over an open fire like that?”

“With a huge steel cock fucking you from ass to mouth into oblivion? What’s not to love?”

“I’d love to have your tongue up my twat while the flames are licking my flesh.”

“I’d love that too.” Then at the same time they both blurted out, “I wonder if there’s a way to make that happen?”

They looked at each other in surprise over the way they’d been thinking the same thing. Then Christy grabbed their double-ended toy. “I’m so hot just thinking about it that I need to share a fuck right now!” And with that they went at it, sharing the double-ended dildo until they fucked themselves silly.
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Two weeks later the fraternity staged another barbecue. Christy and Rachel were the stars on display. They took on all comers, eager to turn the location into a full-fledged orgy.

They fucked as many of the fraternity members as they could take on. Even some of the sorority sisters gave them a good strap-on fucking. Then it was time to prepare the meal.

Christy and Rachel were both tied up. They were spitted in their asses, with stabilizers in their cunts. Both of them orgasmed the moment the spits penetrated their stomachs.

They were both in pain from having their ankles skewered. But they were terribly aroused at the prospect of the roasting to come. Then they were taken and put over the fire.

The fraternity barbecue master had made a special arrangement for the spit at their request. A few special modifications were made. Then the girls were roasted together.

Amazingly they were so close to each other that each one could reach the other’s twat with her mouth and tongue. The two girlfriends went at it, licking and slurping like crazy. They heated up both literally and figuratively… and so did everyone who was watching.

It wasn’t long before several of the guys were getting sucked or were fucking at the arousing spectacle. Some of the sorority sisters were lustily eating each other out. On the spit Christy and Rachel kept licking and slurping until both started having orgasms.

After a while the heat began to take its toll. Rachel was tiring from the heat. But Christy kept licking orgasms out of her.

It finally got to where they couldn’t lick and slurp anymore. Their bodies quivered on their spits. Rachel went first, shuddering quietly in orgasm as she slipped into oblivion. Christy was barely a minute behind her, orgasming her way into the great beyond.

Afterwards they were taken down, gutted and beheaded, and then put back on to finish roasting. There was more sucking and fucking that went on as the smell of barbecue filled the air. Then it was time to serve the girls. It turned out to be one of the best barbecues ever. And their sacrifice inspired several sorority members to volunteer to be future roasters.

2018 (written Dec 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Dolcett drawings used for illustration purposes.)

 

[riwa]

An exercise in beheading

Aravanna was herded through the opening in the wall along with 19 others – young females one and all and each one totally naked. They had been summoned from all four corners of the empire. Now they all stepped into the small outdoor arena that was partially surrounded by an amphitheater with granite benches overlooking them.

A significant number of Roman citizens, many of obvious nobility, were seated and looked down on them, surely an ominous sign. What’s more, the Emperor himself was seated in a special section close to the arena. A number of generals and concubines were gathered around him. He was in a very good mood, indicating he was capable of ordering almost anything to be done to anyone.

Aravanna felt a lump in her throat, painfully aware of her nakedness. Even amongst others her age she felt extremely vulnerable. The Emperor was well known for his cruel and exotic tastes. She couldn’t help fearing the worst.

The Emperor suddenly stood up with a goblet in hand. “Summon the gladiators!” he declared, lifting the goblet up in a toast. A moment later a number of men stepped through an opening on the opposite side of the arena.

There were 15 in all. The females instinctively shied away from them. Aravanna saw right away that none of them were clothed.

There were many with semi-erect penises. It caused most of the women on the field with them to start chittering amongst themselves in alarm. Up in the crowd the females looked down with some envy. Was the Emperor about to have them all the females in the arena raped in broad daylight as a part of this afternoon’s entertainment?

As the men moved closer to her and her frightened companions, Aravanna noticed each one brandishing a sword. These gladiators were prepared for battle. But the females with her were not.

It was another ominous development. Aravanna instinctively took a step backward. Sun glinted off 15 shafts of steel as she gasped in alarm. Others standing around her also sensed danger as they nervously backed away as well.

As the lead gladiator approached, one of the maidens submissively stepped forward to meet him. Perhaps she expected to be deflowered and was offering herself so as not to be injured in the process. That’s when the Emperor’s voice rang out, “LET THE EXERCISE BEGIN!”

When the lead gladiator was close enough he simply lifted his sword and swung it firmly. It sliced cleanly through the neck of the startled young maiden. Her head toppled onto the dusty floor of the arena as her body collapsed in a heap.

There was a look of complete and utter shock on her face. Her naked body jerked and spasmed, crimson spurting out through her severed neck. The gladiator with his penis at half-mast proudly picked her head up and lifted it by her brown tresses.

He displayed it to the Emperor and his honored guests. The crowd roared its bloodthirsty approval. That’s when pandemonium broke out.

The remaining maidens scattered in all directions, screaming wildly for their lives. The gladiators eagerly set after them. Swords were upraised as though these men were now engaged in mortal combat.

Aravanna fled for her life as her terrified companions ran every which way. She heard a shriek and turned to see one maiden being chased right into the path of a gladiator. The sword swung purposefully.

Her head flew away to the cheers of the observers. Her body crumpled to jerk and spasm as blood poured copiously out of her severed neck. Aravanna barely had time to observe him lift up the head to the approval of the cheering crowd before she was forced to take flight again.

There was no place to run; the arena was totally enclosed. Several random pillars stuck up to provide minimal obstacles. Otherwise they served no useful purpose, proving to be rather poor choices behind which to try and hide.

One poor maiden found out the hard way, cowering behind one while watching the carnage. She failed to observe the gladiator come up behind her. With one smooth stroke, her head was quickly separated from her shoulders, tumbling to the ground as her body collapsed. The shocked look upon her face revealed she had absolutely no idea of the danger approaching her from behind until it was much too late, the crowd roaring with delight.

Aravanna ran as fast as she could, sensing it would do her no good. A gladiator came after her, sending her screaming in the opposite direction. She caught up to a slower moving maiden, shot on past her… and then heard the crowd roar again. A quick glance back revealed her former pursuer triumphantly holding up the head of the girl she’d just run right on by.

She winced each time she heard another cheer. That meant another girl had fallen. The numbers of her still living companions were plummeting precipitously. Her only hope of survival now was dependent upon the off chance the gladiators would be limited to acquiring one head and one head only.

She ducted behind a pillar, momentarily catching her breath. When she peeked around she saw a maiden come to a screaming stop, totally unaware of the gladiator behind her. His sword swung out and she was decapitated from behind, much to the anger of the gladiator preparing to strike while standing in front of her.

Something instinctively told her to duck. A moment later she heard the clang of the sword as it hit the pillar, narrowly missing where she’d been mere seconds ago. She let out a scream and started running again.

Now there were corpses strewn all across the arena floor. Decapitated bodies spurted flowing crimson out of severed necks. A few gladiators had stopped their bloody work and were now availing themselves of the naked corpses for their sexual gratification.

Aravanna yelped each time another headless body came into her line of sight. There was another roar… and then another. Her companions were dropping like flies.

She rounded a pillar only to see one of the maidens sandwiched between two gladiators. Both swords flew at almost the exact same instant. One passed through empty air a split second later where a head had once been attached.

Aravanna’s shriek of terror was drowned out by the cheering throng. She peeled off and began running in yet another direction. Her fate was clear now: death by beheading, perhaps followed by a degrading of her corpse.

She tried running back toward the opening they’d come through earlier. Perhaps she could find some sort of exit. But a gladiator stepped in her way, intercepting her.

His cock was hard as he grinned at her. His sword dripped scarlet from a previous beheading. That’s when Aravanna knew for certain that her life was forfeit. And it was all for nothing more than the amusement of the Emperor.

She tried to run one last time. But the gladiators were corralling the remaining maidens in little pockets. She heard another roar as another of her sisters lost her head.

A gladiator stepped in her path, hefting his sword as two more came up from behind. “She’s mine!” he declared in warning, causing the others to step back deferentially. Aravanna instinctively took a step back as well.

She trembled with fright, whimpering pitifully. He quickly reduced the distance between them. That’s when her bladder gave way as she peed herself from the terror of the moment.

The first thing she thought of was how much it would hurt if his aim was not true. Aravanna tipped her head back a little, exposing her slender column. The gladiator smiled, his penis hard as he accepted her offering.

She saw the sword cut through the air before she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Then she felt like her world was flying. His stroke had been true.

She vaguely heard a cheer as she landed face down upon the dirt floor of the arena. Aravanna tasted the dust of the earth mixed with her life’s blood in her mouth. Then her head was lifted up to the cheering crowd.

She saw the Emperor lift his glass in a toast to her kill. Her head was swung around so she was able to get one last glimpse of the arena. The last of her naked companions was crumpling onto the ground, her body jerking and spasming as a fountain of blood shot up out of her neck.

Her vision shifted until she saw her gladiator pull her toward his stiff erection. Her mouth was impaled as the crowd lewdly cheered. She tasted his stiffness on her lips. Then there was no more fear or terror as consciousness faded away.

The crowd cheered as the gladiators used the bodies of the dead and the dying. Mouths and neck stumps were impaled as naked corpses twitched and quivered. The emperor raised his goblet in a toast, having enjoyed the bloodshed and now reveling in the graphic necro display.

Eventually the heads were brought forward and were lined side by side upon the arena wall for the Emperor to inspect. The naked bodies were gathered up from all over the arena. The gladiators made no attempt to be respectful or modest, pulling bodies by arms and legs while shamefully exposing the well-fucked crotches and dripping pussies as they were dragged through the blood of their fallen sisters.

20 decapitated young women were lined up flat on their backs before the Emperor for his inspection, breasts up and legs spread lewdly. The gladiators were then instructed to sodomize the bodies. As there were only 15 men and 20 maidens, a group of 5 volunteers were drafted from the audience in the amphitheater to attend to the corpses of the five unattended maidens.

The Emperor watched gleefully for several minutes before sending his concubines into the arena to play ‘match-the-head-to-the body’. There was much laughter and gaiety as his women tried to figure out which head belonged to which corpse. The Emperor was quite jovial.

He finally ended up taking on two of his concubines right there in front of one and all. He alternated between them while watching the debauchery in the arena. The crowd roared its approval.

When he began sodomizing his concubines he instructed the gladiators to pull out at the exact same time, just because he wanted to hear the “plop” of penises being withdrawn together from several anal passages. This amused him greatly. He demanded they do it over and over again until the anal passage of each and every corpse was filled with gladiator spunk.

When he was finally satiated, the Emperor instructed the naked bodies be stacked one on top of the other into several pushcarts. It was a mess as cum dripped onto each body below from every anal opening of the corpse lying above. Then the heads were casually tossed in with the bodies.

There was no care made to make sure each skull was reunited with the body of its former owner. The pushcarts were ultimately taken down to the river. The day’s exercise in beheading ended with the ignominious disposal of the decapitated maidens being dumped one by one into the water…

2012; 2018 (written for Aravanna Jul 11 ’12; ed. Dec 29 ‘18 by riwa)

(Illustration created by Oxode

 

[riwa]

Frank gets out again

Sometimes good help is so hard to find. All I know is the door was open and he was gone.

I hollered out, “All right! Who let Frank out of his confinement?”

Igor came rushing up in alarm. “Is he gone?” The open door should have been a dead giveaway.

“See for yourself,” I responded sarcastically, motioning with my hand.

He looked inside and gasped in alarm as he blurted out, “Where did he go?” Then he looked at me as though I might take a swing at him for messing up again. But there was no point in doing that. Frank was gone.

“I didn’t know he got out.”

“Of course you didn’t,” I sighed as I pulled up my iPad and activated the tracking system.

I blurted out an obscenity when I saw he was out of the compound. Worse, he was heading toward the edge of civilization. This was not good.

I was concerned about sending out Igor to bring him back. That might only add insult to injury with both of them out there. It was better to do this myself.

“I’ll be out in the truck!” I declared as I raced for the door.

I headed outside, got into the truck and then took off after my wayward creation. Naturally he was cutting across the countryside whilst I had to follow the roads. I was afraid he was going to get into trouble before I could reel him in.

I drove as fast as I could, keeping a careful eye on the beeping tracker. It looked like he was approaching a home. I swore under my breath imagining him coming in contact with someone. That was all I needed!

I drove in the direction of the signal, following a road that badly needed work. I bounced off a few ruts until I parked at the edge of a subdivision. Then I got out, racing toward the home in question.

I heard a nearby scream, causing me to race around back. When I rounded the corner I located my errant Frankenstein. He’d definitely gotten himself into trouble again.

He had a woman by the neck, an attractive young thing in a skimpy white bikini with red lacing. In fact he was lifting her up by the throat, squeezing dangerously. She kicked and struggled, attempting a cry of terror that came out as a gurgle.

“Frank; put her down!”

He heard my voice and turned to see me, still holding her up in the air. Her feet fluttered a couple feet off the ground. Her face had turned a disturbing shade of red.

“I said ‘put her down’, Frank!” He seemed to understand as he slowly lowered her.

“Now let her go! That’s a good monster!”

He released his grip on her neck. She collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for breath. It had been a very near thing.

“Bad monster!” I scolded him. He looked downward as though understanding he was guilty of something.

“Are you ok, Miss?” I asked as I helped her to her feet. She nodded, rubbing her neck as she tried to speak.

“I’m sorry. He got out while no one seemed to be paying any attention.”

“You let him out??”

“No, Miss. I said ‘he got out’.”

“He could have killed me!” Then she grabbed my neck and started choking me as she repeated, “He could have killed me – he could have killed me!”

Frank responded instinctively. He pulled her away from me before grabbing her by the neck again. Then once more he lifted her up into the air as he started choking her.

“Frank, you’d better…” Then I went silent. After all, I did need a female brain as well as a few internal organs.

She rasped and gurgled as she helplessly kicked her feet. I saw her face turn red again. Then he seemed to become aware of me standing there right next to him.

He grunted as though questioning me. “Yes, Frank, we need her organs and her brain. Go right ahead.”

She looked at me in horror as though she’d heard and understood me. Then Frank squeezed harder. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes bugged out, her feet fluttering off the ground.

She suddenly went limp in his grasp. A stream of urine trickled down her legs. Then I nodded at Frank with a smile.

“The truck is right around the corner. Please bring her along, Frank. I won’t punish you this time for getting out.”

He grunted with a happy smile as though fully understanding. Then he followed me as I headed back to the truck. When I turned to look, I saw he was still gripping her by the throat with his arms outstretched, her legs swaying back and forth with each step he took as he carried her in front of him. He looked so proud.

“Frank, you don’t have to carry her like… oh never mind…”

© 2017 (Jul 19 ‘17)

 

[riwa]

The softer, gentler (and bubblier) side of Riwa.

Underwater Orgy

The girls and I were thrilled when Cal and Brian finished 2nd and 4th at the diving championships. They busted their asses to perfect their dives. The only reason Cal finished 2nd was because that guy from Neuron State hit virtually a perfect dive his last time around.

We celebrated by taking the guys out to dinner. Afterwards Trudy, Sapphire and I decided we wanted to give them an extra reward. And since I had the keys to the building as assistant to the synchro coach, I figured it would be a cinch.

We parked out back and made sure the coast was clear before we went inside. Then we all made our way to the diving facility. It’s a good thing it was deep inside the building, although we hardly turned on any lights.

We didn’t bother with modesty since we’d done this a few times previously. We all stripped as we stood on the edge of the pool. Then Cal went and got some weights and belts so we wouldn’t have to worry about buoyancy.

We all got into the water after dropping the weights all the way to the bottom. Then we started working on getting those cocks hard. Us girls held our breath as we took turns sucking since it was three on two.

I knew right away how much Sapphire wanted to fuck Brian. She’d been making eyes at him all night and had been telling me how hot she was that he’d finished 4th. That had been his best finish ever and she really wanted to reward him.

We got to where our times were pretty good holding our breath. We wanted to go to the bottom and fuck for as long as possible. Well, Sapphire wanted to fuck. But Trudy and I were determined to make sure Cal didn’t go away empty handed.

When we were ready, Sapphire and Brian went down and headed for the ladder with ankle weights. I went down with Trudy to that ledge down near the bottom. Trudy stretched out on her back as I put the weight belt around her to keep her down. Then I added the belt around my waist to help hold me down while licking her out as Cal began fucking Trudy’s mouth.

It was really hot the way he drove his cock deep down her throat. It’s well known that Trudy is the campus deep-throater. She can take a long one all the way down like a pro.

Cal groped her tits while I spent some time on her muff. I hadn’t eaten any dessert during dinner because I had a little “clam” on my mind. Now that I had her pussy right in front of me, I went to town licking and feasting on it. Trudy trembled as she made erotic grunting sounds while taking that hot cock down her throat.

I love eating on Trudy. She cums so fucking hard when I lick her just right. I wanted to see what she would do trying to swallow cock while I pleasured that sweet snatch of hers.

Over on the ladder Sapphire was wasting no time letting Brian plow her cunt. She had her legs wrapped around him, and they had quite a rhythm going. She was wearing her team swimcap and goggles while he was using a dive mask. I just think he wanted the water out of his eyes so he could watch her tits bounce as he rammed her with his dick.

I was hot as hell licking Trudy’s sweet box. She moaned and grunted as Cal thrust in and out of her mouth. It was so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist reaching underneath to finger myself and rub my button. I was probably going to cum the moment Trudy exploded in orgasm.

Over at the ladder I saw Sapphire grunting bubbles as Brian gave her his fuck-stick. I’ve felt him in my cunt many times before, so I knew what she was getting. But I didn’t glance over there very often because I was too busy making Trudy squirm.

Cal really groped her mounds as she took him all the way down her throat. She grabbed my arms as I mouthed her nub, my tongue plowing a furrow between her labia. I could feel her trembling every time I worked my magic on her sweet hole.

Cal and I glanced over at Brian and Sapphire. He gave me a knowing look as we kept pleasuring Trudy. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to see if we could outlast them over there while making Trudy hold her fucking breath like forever.

Gawd; I was so fucking hot! Trudy shivered every time my tongue probed her opening. I kept fingering my cunt; I was so wet I needed a cock inside me! But first thing’s first. We wanted Trudy’s lungs heaving as Cal and I worked on each end.

Over at the ladder I could see Brian and Sapphire picking up the pace. That told me she was probably going to cum soon. I could tell by the way they had increased their rhythm as they fucked each other.

I felt it start to swell inside me as my lungs began to heave. Cal began thrusting harder, fucking bubbles out of sweet Trudy’s mouth. Her lungs began to heave until I knew we were really pushing her breath-hold limits.

I glanced over at the ladder and saw their frenzied fucking. It really made me finger myself as I furiously licked Trudy’s dripping snatch. Now it was a question of who was going to cum first.

I was surprised when it was Cal of all people. Maybe he’d been hoarding his cum in order to focus on the diving championships. But Trudy got so much it, it began seeping out around her lips.

I got so hot that I tongued-fucked that sexy bitch until she shuddered in orgasm as her lungs heaved. Her back arched as her hands flexed. I knew she was having a good one.

About that time Sapphire went off. She’s really loud when she cums, and she screamed her breath away as she really fucked Brian hard. I could tell he was giving it to her good and was probably cumming right along with her.

My lungs heaved as Cal pulled his cock out of Trudy and headed for the surface. She tried to rise up, but I wasn’t through with her. Besides, I wasn’t quite there yet, and I wanted my orgasm before I surfaced.

I really tongue-fucked that bitch until she shuddered again. I finally cried out in orgasm as it washed hotly through my body. It was so intense that for a moment I forgot how out of breath I was.

My lungs were empty when I came down from the plateau of my high. Trudy was trying to rise up, but she was also having trouble. My lungs were empty, and I was suddenly concerned I’d pushed myself too far.

I looked up to see Cal coming back down. At the same time I felt hands pull the weight belt off that was helping hold me down. Then Brian was lifting me up to the surface as Cal worked on getting Trudy off the bottom.

I felt weak and dizzy, my lungs empty and my chest on fire. It had been incredible, but now I really ached. I was dizzy and a little disoriented. Then my head broke the surface and I gasped madly for breath.

I looked over to see Cal had brought Trudy back up. Her eyes were glazed over; I thought she’d passed out. Then I noticed her chest was rising and falling. A moment later it was as if her respiratory system kicked in as she took a really big breath and started panting like crazy.

The guys looked happy as clams. But Trudy and I needed some attention given to our pussies. I asked Cal to give us some time to recover. Then I told him we were going back down for round two. And I didn’t want to come back up until I’d orgasmed like last time, this time with his cock deep inside my hungering cunt…

© 2017 (written Feb 19 ’17 by riwa)

(Inspired by a Justpaul clip with vidcaps used for illustrations.)

 

[riwa]

Dark Fetish Model

She told me she wanted to be a dark fetish model. I told her I would come and take pictures for her portfolio. She agreed.

I went to her house and discovered she'd put on a skimpy bikini and some footwear that showed off her toes. I started taking pictures while she posed on the counter. Then I asked if I could bring in a prop for our photo shoot. She said it was ok with her.

I went out and brought in a rope with one end fashioned into a noose. I asked if I could hook it into the ceiling above her for more photos. I told her adding a dark fetish object in her pictures would enhance her reputation as a dark fetish model.

She said it would be ok, so I hooked up the noose into her ceiling. Then I started taking photos with the noose in the picture. She seemed to like that.

I used the noose to frame her face in a couple of the photos. Then she asked if I wanted to take a couple pictures with her head in the noose. I told her that would certainly make her look like a dark fetish model.

She came down from the counter, stood under the rope and put her head in the noose. I took several more pictures as she stood there posing. Then she smiled as she brought her hands behind her back as though she was all tied up.

I took a few more pictures. But I tried to take them so her hands were not visible. I said if people saw she was not tied they might not take her seriously.

She asked what would happen if she removed her bikini top and I used it to tie her hands behind her back. I told her I thought it would add to the pictures I was taking. So she offered to remove it for me.

I snapped pictures of her taking it off. Then I used it to tie her arms behind her back. She stuck her chest out so I could get good pictures of her tits, what she called her best features.

She asked how the pictures were coming. I told her I thought she was going to make a great fetish model. It was just too bad we couldn’t make the noose photos more realistic.

She asked what I meant by that. I told her she was just standing there, but there was no element of a real hanging. She was simply posing. If it looked like she was getting ready to hang, the pictures might get a better reaction.

She told me she had a little footstool in the living room. So I went and fetched it. I put it under the hook for the noose and watched as she climbed on.

She stood there looking worried as I snapped photos. Then she looked excited, nervous, happy and terrified. I snapped pictures of each expression she wore.

She asked what I thought, and I told her this looked much better. I said what might really sell the pictures was if the noose was tighter and she was up on her toes. Then I gave her a look before telling her I didn’t think she could balance very well and that we’d better not.

She gave me a snort of disgust as she tried to rise up on her toes. Her balance wasn’t very good and I told her so. “Tighten the noose,” she told me. “That will help me maintain my balance.”

I tightened the noose and pulled her up onto the tips of her toes. “Better?” I asked. “Can you balance a little better?” She nodded as she rasped a little for breath.

I took more photos, telling her the way her nipples were erect would really sell the photos. She was too busy trying to get a decent breath. But she nodded as though she understood what I was trying to say.

I looked her up and down and told her she was the best fetish model I had seen thus far. She smiled as she rasped a little. Her arms jerked somewhat behind her back.

“Shall I take the best pictures that will make you look like the perfect dark fetish model?” She nodded her head as though urging me to hurry it up so she could come down.

“Ok, Laura.” Then I put my foot on the stool and shoved it out from underneath her.

Her expression changed to one of horror as her feet fluttered for the floor. “These are perfect!” I gasped as I snapped pic after pic. “Laura, you’re doing great! You’re the best model I’ve seen!”

She kicked and twisted, her mouth opening and closing as she rasped for breath. I told her she was strangling wonderfully. Everyone was going to know she was a real dark fetish model for sure. She just rasped and gurgled as her legs kicked.

She thrust her chest out, her breasts bouncing as her lungs heaved breathlessly. I snapped all the pictures I could get as she kicked, danced and spun. She finally settled down, her legs fluttering as her feet cocked and curled.

I told her, “Laura, I think these are going to be great.” That’s when I saw urine trickling down her legs. “Aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, Laura. But it will certainly take more pictures of that so I can add them to your portfolio.” And with that I snapped several more photos showing the urine dripping off her feet.

She hung limp and quiet, gently swaying back and forth. She looked so sexy that I snapped several more pictures before I left. I told her, “Thanks, Laura. I think you’re going to make a great dark fetish model. I’ll let you know when I hear back from that website.” Then I waved with a smile, telling her she could keep the rope.

2017 (Dec 14 ’17)

 

[riwa]

My mother hangs my girlfriends…

The first time I think she did it was when she hanged Carly out in the woods. I didn’t see her do it personally and I don’t believe Carly committed suicide. Who else could have done it other than mother??

I found Carly when I went out to meet her at our favorite place in the woods to make out and have sex. When I got there I discovered she was already there. She was hanging topless from a tree limb in her faded blue jeans.

There was dirt on her tits. It made me wonder if she’d been involved in some sort of scuffle. The way her hands were tied behind her back indicated she didn’t do it to herself. But I had my suspicions as there was only one other person I suspected of knowing where Carly and I liked to fuck.

Mother was outside hanging wet clothes on a line when I got home. “Hi, son,” she said with a smile. I got right to the point.

“Mother, did you hang Carly out in the woods?”

She appeared shocked I would even think such a thing. “That whore?? I wouldn’t dream of touching her, honey. You have no idea how many men she’s fucked. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole!”

“Mother, she was my girlfriend! How could you?”

She stopped what she was doing and looked me right in the eye. “Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you can do so much better. A dead whore like that is no great loss. Now go do your chores.”

She caressed my face before kissing me on the lips. “Yes, mother,” I replied. Then I sighed heavily as I turned and walked away.

It was too bad; I really did like Carly. She was a great lay and did all the things I liked to do whenever we fucked. I was really going to miss her.
--
Three months later it was Ginger’s turn. She liked to have sex, and I really enjoyed fucking her. But I didn’t dare take her out to my favorite spot in the woods. I was afraid mother might find out.

Ginger rented a house with some other girls. When they were gone she would invite me over. We fucked in just about every room in the house.

Things were going great until mother found out. Ginger and I were doing it on an old mattress out in the garage when mom showed up unannounced. She was wearing all black when she barged in.

She had painted on this dark red lipstick - my favorite color. And she had this rope in her gloved hands. Boy, did she look furious.

“Nelson, what are you doing here with this whore?”

I didn’t know how to answer. She’d caught us both buck-naked. I was embarrassed as hell.

Ginger stammered, “Miss Foster, what are you doing here??” She rose angrily to her feet, although I had no idea what she thought she was going to do to my mother.

“I’m taking care of another whore who’s trying to get her hooks into my son!” she spat out. “That’s what I’m doing here!”

She surprised me by hanging me a length of rope. “Nelson? Be a good boy and tie her wrists behind her back!” She didn’t even acknowledge I was standing there naked with the start of an erection.

“Mother??” I stammered uncertainly.

“NELSON; JUST DO IT!”

“Yes, mother.” Always make it a point to be polite to your mom, no matter how angry she looks… well, especially how angry she looks.

I took the rope she gave me and tied Ginger’s arms behind her back. “Nelson, what are you doing??” she gasped in alarm.

“It’ll be ok,” I told her reassuringly. “Mother knows what she’s doing.” I hadn’t cum yet, but her pussy was still wet from our fucking.

“But NELSON??”

I finished tying her arms behind her back as mother tossed the other rope over a beam in the ceiling. Then she made a noose out of one end. She did it so fast it made me think she’d tied one before.

At that moment I couldn’t help thinking of Carly. I gave mother the stink-eye, confirming my suspicions she’d probably been the one to hang her. She was too busy with the rope to notice the look on my face.

“Fetch me a stool, Nelson,” she demanded. I obediently went into the house to find one, Ginger’s frantic protests ringing in my ears.

When I returned I saw mom had the noose ready. She told me to place the stool directly underneath, which I did. Then she took hold of the noose before grabbing Ginger.

“This will teach you to go whoring after my son!”

Ginger went deathly pale. She shouted, “NELSON, DO SOMETHING!! DON’T LET YOUR MOTHER HANG ME?!” I couldn’t believe how hard her nipples had become. And her pussy looked like it was dripping.

“Mother, please don’t hang her, ok?”

She looked at me for a long moment as though I couldn’t fathom how she was simply trying to help me. Then she smiled and nodded. “You’re right, honey. You should do this one.” Then she held the noose out in her gloved hand toward me as though offering it to me.

I looked at mother and then I looked at Ginger. “Don’t do it!” she sputtered, shaking her head in growing horror.

“But she’s my mother,” I replied meekly as I stepped forward.

I took the noose from mom and carefully looped it around Ginger’s neck. “Place the knot behind her left ear, honey,” she instructed. “If you’re going to do something you should always do it right the first time.”

“Ok, mother,” I responded as I adjusted the noose accordingly.

Ginger looked at me in shock, too stunned to cry out. She writhed and whimpered as though she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. I calmly finished noosing her up like it was no big deal.

Mother nodded with a smile of pride I had done such a fine job. “Very good, honey. Now step her up onto the stool while I tie off the other end of the rope.”

“Yes, mother.”

I had to help Ginger up onto the stool. She was numb with shock, unable to make her legs function. I got a good look at her dripping pussy, and it made my cock harden and quiver.

She finally stammered, “Nelson, NO!” I just shrugged my shoulders. What else could I do? It was what mom wanted.

Mother tied off the other end and then walked back over to stand next to me. “It’s really better this way, honey,” she told me, still appearing oblivious to my nudity as well as my erection. “Now allow mother to show you what you do to whores like this.”

She kicked her foot out, catching the edge of the stool. She sent it skittering across the cement floor. Ginger barely got out a garbled cry as she fell before the noose grabbed her and choked off her voice, pulling her up short of the floor.

She started kicking and twisting, jerking around like a fish on the end of a line. Her mouth opened and closed as though she was trying to speak… perhaps to cry out. But she couldn’t get any words out.

She rasped and gurgled as her legs went every which way. Her face changed color as her tits bounced. Her nipples were really hard like they usually get whenever she’s getting ready to fuck me.

I just stood there and watched as though in a daze. Strangely seeing Ginger hang like that was making me horny. Mother noticed right away and grasped onto my erection with her gloved hand.

“Is my son becoming aroused?” she cooed at me. “Let mother take care of that for you, ok honey?” Then she knelt right in front of me and took my cock into her mouth as Ginger continued to kick and strangle.

I was numb; I didn’t know what to do. Seeing Ginger like that made me so fucking horny that I couldn’t think straight. Thankfully mother was right there taking care of my erection with her mouth.

Mom watched Ginger’s hanging out of the corner of her eye. Whenever she spasmed, mom would vacuum my cock with her mouth. Whenever she jerked and kicked, mother would bob up and down on my twitching cock. And when Ginger spread her legs and flashed her cunt, mother took me deep down her throat, grunting and moaning hungrily.

Ginger suddenly went into convulsions, and I heard this dribbling sound hitting the garage floor. That’s when mother cupped my balls and swallowed my cock, sending me over the edge. As Ginger pissed herself I ended up giving mother a big load of cum.

Ginger finally hung limp and lifeless. All she did was sway back and forth, twisting in place a little. That’s when mother swallowed my load with a smile before pushing me down onto the mattress on my back, telling me, “Now it’s mommy’s turn, honey.”

She lifted her black skirt until I saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She straddled me as she climbed on and impaled my cock with her cunt. Mother calls that place a ‘cunt’ a lot.

She rode me hard until I got all hard again. Mother was facing Ginger and she rubbed her titties, moaning excitedly. Then she told the corpse, “That’s what I do to whores who go fucking after my son, you bitch! I don’t care what you thought you could get out of him, much less fucking him like that! You had no right to do that to him!” Then she let out a loud cry as she orgasmed all over my cock.

We were exhausted when she finally climbed off. “Come on home, Nelson. Let mother take good care of you. After all, I can do better than this dead whore.”

“Ok, mother,” I said quietly as I got up. Then I went and got dressed.

Before I left I took one last look at Ginger who was now hardly swaying at all. Then I sighed heavily. She was a good lay and she had a great cunt. But I guess mother knows best.

Mom saw me looking at the dangling body and wrapped an arm comfortingly around my shoulder. “Did you like watching me hang her for you, honey? Maybe someday I can go out and find another whore to hang for you. Would you like that?”

I nodded as though that might not be such a bad idea. Then we left the garage together. Ginger was left dangling naked from the noose for her roommates to find when they got home.

2014; 2018 (written May 27 ’14; ed. Oct 6 ‘18 by riwa)

(Idea inspired by Dorothy. Pictures found off the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)

 

[riwa]

500,000 fill the hillsides looking down on the stage. On either side stand large screens. What occurs on stage is blown up in size to the point that even the birds of the air over a mile away can see something is occurring.

The crowd cheers as she emerges from behind the back of the stage. She is escorted by a tall, hooded man in black. He carries a large, double-headed axe.

Her blouse sparkles and is low cut. Her skirt is incredibly short. She balances on red stilettos. Her arms are tied behind her back.

She walks steadily to a block on the center of the stage. Her lips are painted red. She carries herself proudly.

The image is magnified on both screens on either side of the stage. The crowd roars at her presence. The cheer is deafening.

She pauses before the block, standing proudly as she faces the hundreds of thousands of adoring fans. The cheers carry across the amphitheater. Excitement swells within her.

The executioner reaches for her blouse and pulls it down hard, ripping it off her chest. Her breasts are fully exposed, revealing erect nipples. The crowd roars its approval.

She is roughly pushed down upon her knees. She is forced to place her head upon the block. If anything, the cheers become even louder.

She looks at her adoring fans. The screens magnify the expression on her face. But her bravado begins to show cracks.

Her executioner stands beside her. He hefts the axe. Then he slowly brings it down as though gauging his stroke.

His blade nicks the top of Taylor’s neck. She gasps and shivers. Bravado is replaced with uncertainty as her fans cheer even louder.

The executioner hefts the blade, preparing to strike. The cheers become deafening. Taylor begins to hyperventilate as she starts to tremble.

The axe comes down hard. There is a loud THUMP that is carried out over the speakers. Taylor’s head literally jumps off her severed neck, bouncing twice upon the stage. Blood stains the block.

Her body tips over sideways and starts to jerk and spasm as blood pours out in great spurts. The executioner steps forward and picks up Taylor’s head. Then he lifts it high. The roar of the crowd is heard for miles around.

Taylor’s head is put on a pike. Her song “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” starts to play over the loudspeakers. Her adoring fans rise up and start dancing.

(Manips by Thor)

 

[riwa]

Hanging Suzan Rose

It took me a few weeks to cultivate a friendship with Suzan Rose. Soon we were having coffee twice a week. From there it was only a matter of feeling her out enough to make her curious.

I let slip I had a bit of a hanging fetish just to gauge her reaction. Instead of frightening her off, she acted curious. I told her bits and pieces, just enough to gain her interest.

One day during coffee at my home I showed her pictures of models I found who had posed with a noose around their neck. She seemed to become even more interested. So I went and showed her a noose I had on the premises.

Again I half expected her to change the subject. Instead she playfully put it around her neck. Then she asked me how she looked. “Incredible,” I panted as I became moist down below.

I put the noose away and dropped the subject. Turns out she was the one who brought it back up at our next coffee. She admitted she’d kind of enjoyed feeling the noose around her neck. Then she asked if there was some place where she could pose like one of those models.

I fetched the noose and tied it off to the second floor banister of my 2 story home. Suzan stood at the bottom of the stairs where she put it on and modeled it for me. When I asked if I could take a few pictures she said yes.

Afterward taking the pictures I put the noose away and changed the subject. I didn’t want to be too aggressive with what I was thinking. But at the end of our coffee she told me she’d had a good time and wouldn’t mind modeling my noose again. That’s when I knew I had her hooked.

During our next coffee at my home she asked if she could model the noose again. She told me she was wearing lingerie and wanted to see how the pictures would turn out. So I set up the noose in the stairwell again.

When she stripped down to her lingerie I stripped down to mine. Then I took several pictures. She even put her arms behind her back as though I’d tied her up.

Afterwards I asked her how she’d felt with the noose around her neck. “Incredible!” she gasped. “You have no idea what it does to me.”

I told her how I’d felt seeing her in the noose while I’d taken the pictures. I thought that might sour her a bit on the experience. To the contrary she told me she thought I looked like I was enjoying myself and that it had been quite a turn-on seeing my expression.

I ended our noose discussion on that note. I wanted to keep her coming back for more. And I didn’t want her to suspect what I was up to.

The next week she came over wearing a sexy outfit. She admitted she was thinking of the noose again. That’s when I made my move.

I led her into the sun room where we discussed taking more noose pictures. Then she looked outside and saw my backyard. I had a metal frame all set up out there.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“Oh, I was thinking of hiring a few models to try out the noose out there.”

“I’m first!” she gasped excitedly.

“Oh really?”

“Please? Just this once?”

I got up and went to go fetch the noose. When I returned I saw she’s stripped down to her nylons. She smiled as she asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not as long as I can strip down to mine,” I replied with a smile.

“Oh absolutely!”

I got undressed. Then I took a little footstool and we went out back. The privacy fence was high enough that no one could see us.

I set up the noose and the stool. Then I asked her, “How do you want to pose?”

“Let’s make it look real!” she gasped. I could tell by the way her nipples stood out how much she really wanted to be noosed for me.

I looped the rope around her neck and took a few pictures. But she wanted more. She even begged me to tie her arms behind her back.

I tied her up and took a couple more pictures. Then she asked if I could tighten the noose. I smiled as I went over and took all the slack out. Then I secured it to the cleat attached to the metal frame.

“Like it?” I asked. She moaned and nodded in reply. I rubbed her breasts, taking advantage of the situation. She just writhed and groaned.

I took a few more pictures. She looked sexy as hell standing there. Then I asked her if she wanted me to strap her legs and ankles together for another photo or two. She eagerly nodded her head. Damn, she was making this easy!

I ran a strap around her upper thighs. Then I strapped her ankles together. Her nipples looked painfully erect, and her pussy was moist.

“Damn, you look sexy!” I panted as I fingered her dripping slit. Does this turn you on?” She nodded and moaned.

“Well it sure as hell turns me on!” I replied as I snapped several more pictures.

I walked up to her and fingered her slit again, taking advantage of her helplessness. She clenched and moaned. Then she asked, “Would it be possible? I mean… would it be safe if I… if I hanged… only for a second or two?”

“Up to you,” I replied. “You can lift your feet off the stool if you like. Want me to take a few pictures?” She eagerly nodded.

I was wet as hell as I picked up the camera and focused in. Then she lifted her feet up off the stool, bending her legs at the knees. I snapped off several photos as she did that for a good twenty seconds before she found the stool with her heels.

“Did you like that?” I asked as I walked up to her. She looked like she wasn’t sure. I started rubbing her breasts, fingering her dripping cunt until she nodded her head and panted, “Yes… yes I did.”

“You were airborne for a good twenty seconds. Of course your knees were bent. Too bad I can’t get a picture of your legs going straight down looking for the stool.”

“Can we do that?” Suzan panted breathlessly. “I mean… it wasn’t THAT bad. How long was I in the air?”

“About twenty seconds. We might need thirty or more for me to pull the stool, take a few pictures and then put the stool back.”

“How are the pictures turning out so far?”

“Fantastic. Of course you’ll get a set of them once I’m ready.”

“Then let’s try it.”

“Try what?”

“Remove the stool and take a few pictures.”

“Are you sure?” She just nodded excitedly in reply.

“Ok, if you say so. When you’re ready just lift your feet and I’ll pull the stool out of the picture. Then I’ll take a few photos before putting it back.”

She nodded before lifting her feet right away, catching me by surprise. “Oh shit!” and I pulled the stool away. Then I rushed to get the camera as she hung limp.

I snapped off several pictures until she started to kick a little. She looked like a fish dangling at the end of a line. I put the camera back down and then rushed the stool back into place.

She fumbled with her feet until she found it. I helped steady her. Then I tried to work the noose until she seemed to be breathing better.

“Not bad; not bad at all.” Then I removed the strap from around her ankles. I removed the one from her upper thighs before tossing them both aside.

“I guess we’re done here,” I told her. We weren’t really done. But I wanted to carry on the charade just to see how she would react.

“Can we take a few more?”

“How else do you want to pose, Suzan?”

“How about… without my heels… and kicking with my legs?”

“Those would make for some great pictures, Suzan. But damn. Are you sure you want to go that far?”

“The pictures,” she said with a nod. “I want to cum later while looking at my pictures.”

“Well in that case I think I can take some good ones for you.”

I fingered her crotch as she stood there. Then I took one of her nipples into my mouth. “So you want to cum, eh?”

She clenched as she writhed and moaned. I fingered her harder as I hungrily sucked on a nipple. Then I reached down and pulled the stool out from underneath her.

Her eyes flew open as I rushed to get my camera. Her thighs clenched together as I snapped off a bunch of pictures. Then she started jerking and squirting.

“Damn, baby!” I purred as I stopped to finger myself. “That’s one hell of an erotic pose!”

She really started to kick up a storm. I took a few more pictures and then stopped to watch the show. Suzan looked incredible as she struggled in the noose.

She rasped and gurgled before I heard the word, “Down… get… down!” I just smiled as I took a few more pictures. Then I told her, “Damn, baby; you look so fucking sexy!”

I walked all around as she twisted and gyrated. Her face began to turn red as I marveled at her performance. She hitched and jerked, her thighs rubbing together until she squirted again.

I went and fetched the camera to take a few more pictures. Then I put it down as she hung limp. I went up to her and fingered her cunt while massaging one of her breasts.

Her body twitched and quivered a little. It felt like she was trying to squeeze my fingers. It was time to let her in on the gag.

“I’ve always wanted to hang you, Suzan. I’m just amazed how easy you made it for me.”

She didn’t say a word as her tongue poked out a little between her lips. Then she started hitching as stray muscles began to fire. A moment later her bladder gave way.

Urine trickled down her nylons. Then she hung limp, her body gently swaying and twisting a little. I panted for breath as I fingered myself to orgasm.

Afterwards I walked up to her and felt her up. I groped and fondled her breasts as I fingered her cunt. The sexy bitch had put on one hell of a show.

I stood there and admired her for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Then I went inside and made a call. “Avery? You remember the last time I called with a body for you to dispose of? Well, I’ve got another one. Come on over and take her away. I don’t care what you do with her. I know you have necro fantasies; just don’t tell me about em. …what? Ok, I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

(written for Suzan Jan 11 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Suzan Rose’s drawings.)

 

[riwa]

Laura and the Strangler's Playroom

Laura was in her sheer nightie when she logged into The Strangler’s Playroom. She always liked checking in before she went to bed. Sometimes she got into a hot chat private messaging one of the members.

Some of the regulars were already in. Almost immediately she started getting messages…

(Hey, it’s Laura)

(Welcome, Laura. Want to get strangled tonight?)

(I really want to choke u out and fuck ur dead body)

DoHer was online, as was ChokeHerOut and NylonStrangler. There were a couple of new ones she didn’t recognize. But her reputation had spread as they all wanted to strangle her.

It looked like tonight she had her choice of members to message privately. But who should she choose? They were always good for making her horny. She didn’t want to pick one without hurting the others.

(Want to feel my hands around ur throat?)

(Mmmm… I want to feel your hands) ChokeHerOut was always good at getting her turned on.

(I’ve got a rope with your name on it. I’ll hang you and watch you dance for me.)

(I will kick for you, DoHer.) He was another who was quite good at giving her erotic tingles.

(I’ve got nylons ready for you, Laura. Shall I come strangle you?)

(Yes, I want to feel the nylons around my throat. Be my strangler.) It seemed he always wanted to use nylons. Laura supposed that was why he had chosen that particular nick.

She looked around for any sign of Riwa. He was good for a story caption on her pictures every now and then. But he didn’t seem to be online. And he had not posted a story recently.

Laura started to get some private messages, suggesting more intimate ways she could be offed in fantasy for the night. She responded to a couple, wondering if she could balance a couple of chats without mixing up her messages to her recipients. Then she thought she heard a noise from the kitchen.

She turned her head to look out the door. But she heard nothing else. Her house was always creaking, making sounds she could not identify. They always amounted to nothing.

She sent a private response to DoHer; his suggestion sounded promising. ChokeHerOut wanted to wrap his hands around her throat. That was good too as she loved the personal approach of a killer’s hands on her neck. It gave her goosebumps when she played with NecroRusso, a friend who came over from time to time and choked her out.

Where was NylonStrangler? He hadn’t responded. Had he found a private chat to engage in?

She heard the floor creak, causing her to turn again toward the doorway. Standing there was someone in a black outfit with an executioner’s hood. He was holding a pair of nylons in his gloved hands.

For a split second she wondered if it was NecroRusso come to play unexpectedly. By the time he stepped forward, she realized it wasn’t him. By then it was too late.

He quickly wrapped the nylons around her throat before she could scream. Then he started to pull. He whispered into her ear, “I’m NylonStrangler, Laura. I’ll be your Internet Strangler for the night.”

Her pussy flared with a terrible arousal as she reached up to pull at the nylons around her throat. They were far tighter than she expected. Was it possible her guest was not role-playing??

She clawed at her neck with her fingernails, trying to pry the nylons loose in order to get a little air. She was really wet now. She was also getting dizzy, unable to breathe.

“These belonged to JudySlut,” he whispered into her ear. “Did you notice she stopped visiting the chatroom two months ago? She gave me a good performance as I strangled her to death. Now I want you to give me a good performance, Laura. You will, won’t you?”

Her mind cried out in horror as she continued clawing at the tightening nylons. He pulled her backward as her legs started to kick. She reached for the keyboard, wanting to signal for help. But now she couldn’t reach it.

She rasped and gurgled as she started to lose consciousness. “That’s it, Laura,” her strangler whispered into her ear. “Enjoy yourself. I know I’m going to.”

Her hands came up one final time in an attempt to claw the nylons away. Then her body shuddered in orgasm as she wet herself. Consciousness faded away as she slumped in the chair at her desk.

He maintained his grip on the nylons until he was sure she was gone. Then he tied them around her neck. “JudySlut says to wear them in good health,” he whispered into her ear. Then he moved her body aside. He noticed on the monitor she was getting requests from the members for private chats. He needed to address them all before he left.

He smiled as he began typing on her computer. It would not do to allow someone so popular to sign off without one last message. He hit the keys one at a time as he carefully typed out…

(My strangler is here. I want to give my neck to him. Kisses.)

The responses came quickly…

(Lucky bloke! Wish I was there!)

(I want to choke u, Laura!)

(Strangle her for me!)

He smiled as he signed her out of the chat. Then he looked all around her bedroom. He found a pair of nylons and gathered them up to take with him. They would be perfect for the next woman he tracked down after meeting her in The Strangler’s Playroom…

(written for Laura Nov 24 '17. Inspired by her picture.)

 

[Ruby Cortese]

I could lose days reading here. What a wonderful collection of stories, Riwa. I've enjoyed your work in the past but kind of lost track. I am so glad to find some of your continued works online. The Snuff Club stories are among my favorite for the variety of directions each adventure can take. (those wicked little sensors lol) Thank you for posting these works.

 

[riwa]

Sorority hanging party

Della couldn’t believe it. Joining this sorority had been the biggest mistake of her life. Because failing the initiation process had condemned her and three other pledges to the basement hanging party.

The four of them had been required to undress for the occasion before heading down the stairs. Then their arms had been cuffed behind their backs. Once they rounded a corner and saw the stage with the three nooses, dark-skinned Roberta had promptly wet herself.

There were four pledges to hang. But there were only three nooses dangling above the stage. That meant one of them would have to wait her turn until the other three were hanged. But which of them would have to watch the others hang first?

Sorority leader Lady Shade made the decision for them. Since Della had come closest to making the sorority, she would not have to suffer through a long, slow hanging. Instead she would be garroted at the post which stood off to one side of the stage.

Alicia, Roberta and Naomi were instructed to climb up onto the stage where they were ordered to take up positions under each noose. They were too numb with shock to do anything but comply. Perhaps they thought it was nothing more than the conclusion of initiation week, believing this was their final act of submission before becoming a full-fledged sorority sister.

An eager Goldie, Lady Shade’s naked Number One with short blonde locks and long black, silk gloves, promptly noosed them up one right after the other. Meanwhile Lady Shade backed Della up against the garrote post where she got her all prepped and ready by securing a rope around her neck. Della was frightened out of her wits. But she kept telling herself it was only a game, nothing more than a crazy hanging party the pledges had to attend in order to complete their initiation.

She was shocked as hell – all the pledges were – when Goldie gave Alicia a push in the back. The poor girl lost her balance, pitched forward… and promptly hit the end of her noose. Instantly her eyes flew open in astonishment. Immediately she started gasping and gurgling, letting the other three know this was all too real.

The sounds of her frantic attempts to breathe filled the basement, sounds that greatly alarmed poor Della. “Next!” Lady Shade demanded without so much as a pause in the proceedings.

Roberta let out a cry as she was pushed forward. She hit the end of her rope. That’s when she began kicking and twisting, fighting her noose just as hard as she could.

Her gasps and gurgles joined that of the doomed Alicia on her left. The two kicked and danced breathlessly. Their naked bodies bumped into each other as their unified rasps filled the basement.

Della was utterly shocked. She couldn’t believe these sorority bitches were actually going to strangle them all to death by noose and by garrote. A moment later she felt the rope ominously tighten around her own neck.

She rose onto her toes in an attempt to ease the tension! “Last one!” Lady Jade proclaimed with a wave at Naomi. “Let the bitches feel their failure by the cold grip of those nooses around their necks!”

Goldie gleefully gave Naomi a shove from behind. She gleefully declared, “Join your sisters in death, you stupid bitch!” Naomi pitched forward, too shocked for words.

Della was alarmed to see how red Roberta and Alicia’s faces became from the agony of strangulation. She saw Naomi fall forward off the stage without a sound as though resigned to her horrible fate. She could only watch helplessly as her sister pledges hanged from their nooses, each one rasping for breath as the garrote tightened even more around her own neck. That’s when a splattering sound was heard above their gasping sounds. Alicia had just lost control of her bladder.

Della watched in horror as Naomi really started kicking and fighting her noose. Next to her, Roberta was showing everyone just how good of a noose-dancer she was. And that bitch Goldie was actually rubbing her pussy and breathing hard, getting off at the sight of three girls gasping and hanging.

“At least these bitches are good for something around here!” Lady Shade declared with some pride. And with another crank on the handle she helped Della experience what it must be like for her gasping friends. Della shuddered hard as her breath was restricted even more until she started to gasp and gurgle.

As Naomi settled down into the dance of the profoundly strangled, Roberta kicked anew as though discovering some hidden energy. It was horrifying for Della to watch. And yet it was strangely erotic. But perhaps that was because her own air was being restricted, causing her body to react in ways totally foreign to her.

Alicia appeared to be even more profoundly strangled. Perhaps it was because she had gone first and had already suffered greatly. Her face had turned a dark crimson, although Roberta’s was rapidly approaching that same asphyxiated state.

Della saw that Goldie had collapsed onto the stage behind the dangling girls. The blond bitch was on her back and panting like crazy, her torso propped up by her legs as she furiously fingered her cunt. She appeared to be violently humping herself, loudly proclaiming her enthusiasm for the proceedings...

“Fuck – fuck – FUCK! Hang, you gorgeous bitches; HANG! Kick those legs and shake those asses! Bounce those titties for me, you sexy bitches!”

“Now it’s your turn, honey,” Della heard Lady Shade giggle behind her. Then she shuddered hard as her breath was all but cut off. Her eyes went wide in horror as her mind screamed this was all too real. Were the four of them actually going to die a breathless, agonizing death??

The kicking subsided amongst the air-dancing trio. Frantic gasps for breath quieted down into little rasps and gurgles. Della was profoundly strangled as well, and her pussy dripped shamefully. She could see how wet the pussies of her fellow pledges had become. No doubt they had been sexually affected by the agony of strangling to death.

Goldie stood upright, although she was none too steady on her bare feet after having cum so long and loud. It looked like she had managed to settle down after her shameful orgasm. Then Naomi started twitching as Roberta jerked and convulsed. It set the blond-haired bitch off once more. She screamed her orgasm…”Oh FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” as she grabbed her crotch again.

The hanged trio finally settled down as Goldie came stumbling down off the stage. A moment later there were twin splatters as two more bladders gave way. Lady Shade stepped away from the garrote to appreciatively check Goldie’s handiwork. She caressed a gently spasming Naomi while appreciating her dying efforts… “That’s it, honey. Just let it go. Let that bladder release and let it go.”

Della could barely get any air down her throat. She rasped and gurgled, frantic Lady Shade had left her to suffer and had not loosened the rope from around her neck. Then Goldie knelt in front of her. “You were the best of the worst. Lady Shade says I get to do this for you!” Then her tongue went to work.

Della winced in breathless agony. At the same time she couldn’t help lifting her legs up as though wanting to help Goldie reach her twitching twat. Her body shuddered as her dripping fluids were lapped up. Then her eyes rolled as she climaxed, the sexual release granting momentary relief from her agonizing asphyxiation.

She tried to pull a breath of air into her body. But the restricting coil around her neck denied her. Then Della became acutely aware of a terrible sensation inside her, the sensation of vital organs dying one by one. It absolutely terrified her.

The tongue lapped harder; it was a pleasant sensation. As her vision started to fade, she focused on it… tried to immerse herself in it. The last thing she was aware of was cumming one last time. It was not altogether unpleasant. Then she started to fade away as her consciousness plunged into the abyss of oblivion.

Goldie moaned, “This one’s going… mmmmmm!” She lapped more enthusiastically to get every last drop of cum. Then she tasted the tang of urine as the dead sorority pledge pissed into her mouth. “I should’ve expected that,” she muttered with a giggle, although she wasn’t all that angry at having been peed on.

“These three are gone as well,” Lady Shade observed. “Hell of a pledge week, wouldn’t you say?”

“These hanging parties are always the best,” Goldie purred with sexual satisfaction.

“That’s because you love hanging them and then cumming as they kick and die.”

“Everybody’s got to have a hobby.”

“Well, just make sure you call that necro fraternity. Tell ‘em we’ve got four hot ones for them to pick up so they can play with ‘em.”

Lady Shade stood up and walked by each dangling girl. Her hand idly caressed each set of breasts. “You hung well, my pretties,” she told them. “Too bad you were such shitty pledges.”

“Yeah they did hang great, didn’t they?” Goldie agreed. “I had a couple of big cums as they kicked their lives away. I can’t wait for the new pledges to arrive!!”

Lady Shade smiled before leaving the basement. She trusted her Number One to make sure the four bodies would be properly disposed of.

2014; 2020 (written for Odin Jan 28 ’14; ed. Jan 7 ’20 by riwa)

(Posers are courtesy of Odin and are for illustration purposes only.)

 

[riwa]

Yvette's Punishment

Yvette came in late. It was well after midnight. I was sitting right there in the living room waiting for her. I was completely nude.

She reacted with a start upon seeing me sitting there. “Jeremy; what the hell?? You startled me!”

“Where have you been?”

“I told you I was going to see Goldie tonight! She broke up with her boyfriend; I was trying to cheer her up!”

“You know the punishment for lying to me, right?”

“I’m not lying!”

I pulled out my iPhone and pulled up a picture. I waved her over to me. Then I showed it to her.

She gasped in shock. Then she tried to deny it. “That’s not me!”

“Your vehicle was parked outside. That’s your purse and blouse lying on the floor. Are you still going to deny it?”

“I… I… that’s not me! I swear I was with Goldie!”

I flicked to another photo. This one showed her and Goldie on their knees working on the same cock. The gentleman in question seemed appreciative of their efforts.

She gasped again. I pointed at her black heels sitting on the floor by the side of the sofa. “Dining room. Naked except for those heels. Five minutes.”

“Jeremy, you wouldn’t!”

“Were you thinking about what I might do to you while you were sucking that cock with Goldie? Were you thinking about what I might do to you while you were bent over that sofa taking it up your slutty hole?”

“Jeremy?!”

“Five minutes, Yvette!” Then I got up and walked into the dining room.

I waited for her, listening to her murmured complaints from around the corner… “Damn him! How did he find out? Did he have Tony follow me? He’s not going to strangle me again, is he?”

She rounded the corner and entered the dining room naked. The rope was already dangling from the hook embedded in the ceiling. She took one look at it before gasping, “Oh, FUCK!”

“Get over here, bitch!” I pointed right in front of me. My cock was already at half-staff.

“Jeremy, I don’t…”

“Do I get sloppy seconds tonight?”

“Jeremy, you can’t do this to me!”

“Remember our agreement?”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d…”

“Really? After all the times I strangled you during sex? You really didn’t think I wouldn’t? I’m the one who doesn’t know what to think here, Yvette! Is this your way of rebelling? Or is it simply because this is your way of getting me to strangle you again?”

“Jeremy, you can’t…” That’s when I looped the coiled noose over her head.

She reached up to remove it. I growled in warning, “You want to do this with your arms secured behind your back? You won’t get to touch yourself that way.”

She hesitated only a moment. “No,” she responded sullenly.

“Crouch on those heels, you slutty bitch!”

She gave me a dirty look. But she did as I commanded. She went into a crouch with my cock right there at eye level.

“Suck it!”

“And if I don’t?” A hard jerk on the other end of the rope in my hand made her gawk in alarm.

She started mouthing my erection. “C’mon, bitch. Or are you going to make me hang you? As thin as this rope is, you’re not going to last very long.”

I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Then she went to work on my dick. It didn’t take long before she started to get into it.

“Were you like this with that guy you were with tonight? Did you and Goldie worship his cock too?” She just grunted as she gave me a dirty look.

I thought she was not giving it her all. So I tugged on the rope. She grunted with a mouthful of dick.

“What if I decide to end your slutty ways tonight, bitch? You know you deserve it.”

She grunted again as she redoubled her efforts. Had she deliberately gotten into trouble just to test my limits? Was she curious to find out whether or not I would take her all the way?

She slobbered all over my cock. I grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth. I gave another warning tug on the rope, letting her know I was serious.

She grunted as she looked up at me from a mixture of fear and arousal. Once more I found myself questioning her motives. Was she really looking to monkey branch to some other guy? Or did she want me to seriously strangle her?

I tugged on the rope again. She grunted as she reached down to touch herself. “NO!” and I pulled hard on the rope again.

She whimpered and pouted as I fucked her face. She got more into it. Then she pleaded with her eyes again.

“Fucking whore. I should have known. Ok; you can masturbate, you slut.”

Yvette wasted no time fingering herself as she groped her breast. She grunted and moaned as she slobbered all over my dick. Yeah, she was worshipping my erection now. But what about tomorrow?

She really fingered herself. I jerked hard on the rope just to give her a reminder. She grunted and moaned as though she loved it.

“You need to be punished, Yvette. This is becoming quite a pattern with you.” She let out another grunt in reply as she shook her head.

“SUCK IT!” and I pulled harder. She let out a muffled gawk as she took it deep down her throat. I was nice and hard.

The bitch gave good head. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the way she kept going out of her way to ride the cock carousel while claiming to be devoted to me. Could she be cured of her slutty ways? Or was she simply trying to get herself strangled because she loved it so much?

“Did you enjoy fucking that guy tonight? Did you and Goldie enjoy sucking his dick?”

She defiantly came off my cock. “I told you, Jeremy, I didn’t – AWK!”

I pulled her upright. She squawked as she instinctively reached up for the rope around her throat. I pulled a little more until she was shuffling around on her toes.

She rasped, “Jeremy… NO… DON’T!” I just tied off the other end of the rope. Then I stepped up to her and groped her boobs.

She kept reaching up for the rope around her throat. “Leave it alone!” I snarled. “Leave it alone unless you don’t want to cum!”

She grunted as she brought her arms down. She found my cock with her hand and began stroking it. Her other hand reached down as she tried to masturbate again.

She rasped for breath. “Jeremy, I can’t…”

“You want to cum? You want my cock inside you as you strangle?”

She shook her head. I slapped her face as I mauled her boobs with my free hand. I slapped her face again.

She jerked my cock harder. “Do you want me inside you, Yvette? Do you want to cum? It might be the last one you’ll ever enjoy.”

She rasped and grunted. This time she nodded her head. That’s when I spun her around to face the wall mirror.

I pushed my dick against her anus as I groped her boobs from behind. I could see my reflection as well as how red her face had become. She rasped, “Jeremy… no!”

“It’s your punishment, Yvette! Shall I tie your arms behind your back? Or do you want to finger yourself to an orgasm?”

She rasped, “Damn you!” Then I pushed my way inside her anus.

She jerked as she let out a raspy gurgle. Then she reached down and began finger-fucking herself. “That’s what I thought!” I hissed into her ear.

The tied-off section of rope was within reach. I simply leaned into it as I fucked her ass. It tightened around her throat, taking her breath away.

In the mirror I saw her face become redder as she furiously masturbated. Once more I hissed into her ear. “Did you fuck him because you were horny, Yvette? Did you do it simply because you wanted to get into trouble and have me strangle you again? Or was it a little bit of both?

She shook her head no as she tried to get a decent breath. I fucked her harder as I reached around and savagely groped her boobs. She aggressively finger-fucked herself.

“Slut! Fucking whore! You want it like this, don’t you! Look into the damned mirror and watch yourself!”

I leaned into the rope a little harder. She looked at her reflection as she rasped for breath again. She fingered herself even harder.

“You want to be punished, don’t you! You really want this; am I right? You know what you deserve!”

She shook her head no. I leaned into the rope, strangling her more intensely. She rasped as she finally nodded her head.

“That’s what I thought, Yvette. You’re never going to change. I think I’ll just take your ass and your life right now.”

I pounded her nice and hard. Her hand lashed up to fight against the rope. I just reached around, grabbed both wrists and pulled them down.

I hissed into her ear, “Your choice, bitch. I guess you’ll just have to cum with my dick up your ass without touching yourself. But you don’t really mind, do you? You’ve had ass-gasms before; am I right?”

Her face was so red. It looked like her eyes were becoming bloodshot. Her hands jerked in my grasp as she tried to pull free. I calmly held onto her wrists with an iron grip.

“Poor, dying Yvette… doesn’t get to touch herself as she turns into a corpse. I guess that’s what a slut like you deserves; am I right?”

She opened her mouth as though trying to scream. Her back arched as she threw her chest out. I pumped her ass hard as her muscles furiously clenched around my thrusting dick.

Her eyes rolled as she started to shudder. The bitch squirted as she went into spasms. Then I was pumping a load deep up her butt as her bladder released.

She went into hitches and spasms. Then she finally became limp. She sagged in the rope, stretching her neck as it dug a vicious line around her throat.

I slowly pulled out of her butt. I looked in the mirror and saw her vacant expression. It looked like it had really hurt. But it also looked like she’d orgasmed as I sent her into oblivion. Now I just had to find another bitch who was a lot more faithful, one who didn’t enjoy erotic asphyxiation to the point of risking death over it.

2020 (written Mar 11 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the Sadie manip I included.)

 

[Ruby Cortese]

What a delightfully dark piece. Poor Yvette got what she deserved though.

 

[cynthia the inocent]

Where is Riwa's story about the aphrodisiac eels ?

 

[riwa]

Did I write one? I don't remember it.

 

[riwa]

NEPTUNE'S WENCH

Thunder.

Strange. It's been sunny all morning. Then she hears more thunder.

There’s a loud crash, followed by the sound of splintering wood. She's thrown to the floor, stunned and confused. She hears the harried sounds of crewmembers scrambling on wooden decking above her.

There are cries of alarm. She hears it again. Now she knows it's not thunder.

It's cannon fire; the ship's been hit!

There’s another thunderous roar, much closer this time. A cannonball crashes against wood. The ship shudders.

She's thrown off her feet as the room shakes around her. It’s time to get out of the galley.

There’s a surge of panic. She has to leave before the next cannonball penetrates the hull and snuffs out her life. But where should she go??

She flees in terror, dashing for the main deck. As she climbs the steps, she hears the sound of battle above her. She detects the metal clang of sword on sword, as well as the sound of pistol fire.

She abruptly changes her mind. It doesn’t sound safe up there. It might be better to stay below.

There’s another roar of cannon fire. Wood crashes and splinters below and behind her. The galley is all but destroyed, making up her mind. Surely it's got to be safer up on deck.

She struggles up the last few steps. The ship develops a slight list to starboard. She throws open the door...

...and steps out into hell…

A battle rages. There are swords, knives and pistols. She sees men dying before her very eyes.

She takes it in with a glance. They’re being attacked by pirates. So where's the captain?

She looks around in desperation. Where is he? Then she spots him.

He's close by, clashing swords with a couple of murderous buccaneers. There's blood on his shirt and a cut on his arm. She cries out in terror…

“Captain??”

"Get below!"

"I'm scared."

He glances toward her. "I said get below - garhhhhh..."

The distraction is enough. A sword runs him through. It enters his stomach and exits his lower back.

She screams in horror as the sword is savagely pulled out. The captain drops his weapon and grabs the wound in his stomach. Then he falls to his knees and pitches face first onto the deck.

Her voice fails her. She shakes her head in disbelief as her mouth forms the word 'no'. Then she hears a gruff voice declare, "Look what we ‘ave ‘ere!"

The two pirates who had been fighting the captain grab her. They push her back against a wall. "Let's ‘ave 'er!" says the one.

She finds her voice and screams. The other pirate clamps a hand over her mouth, silencing her voice. "We'll ‘ave none of that, wench!"

Her eyes widen in terror. The two pirates block some of her view. But she can still see men falling by the sword, the knife and the pistol… men she had just fed breakfast to earlier that morning.

She sees a pistol shot drop the first mate. He was the one who had been the most considerate to her on the ship. She wants to scream, but the hand clamped over her mouth prevents her.

It doesn’t prevent the tears from flowing down her face.

"What ‘ave ya got ‘ere, lads?"

She turns to look and feels a surge of relief. It's the pirate captain. Maybe they won't get to have their way with her after all.

"Found her standin' ‘ere, Cap'n. We saved ‘er for ya."

It's a lie, of course. And he knows his captain knows it's a lie. But for now it's sufficient.

The captain of the pirate ship looks at her longingly. He hasn't had a nice looking wench like this one in a long time. He feels a stirring in his loins. She'll do nicely.

A man comes up to him, breathing heavily. "Cargo's almost out of the ‘old, Cap'n. Ships goin' down, though."

He stares at his prize with the short golden hair, barely hearing the report. "How many killed?" he barks as he continues to stare lustfully at her.

The answer doesn’t really matter. Casualties are a part of plundering. He'll pick up new crewmembers at their next port-of-call…

"None, Cap'n. Cuts and bruises, not much more. No one’s dead."

This gets the captain's attention. He turns to the man. "No one?" he repeats with disbelief in his eyes. "Did ‘er crew not put up a fight?"

"A valiant one, sir. The gods are with us. Not a soul ‘as been lost."

"Bloody ‘ell!" he says in amazement. Then he barks, "Finish with the cargo."

"Almost done, Cap'n." Then the pirate hustles away.

The captain dwells on the casualty report with growing interest. No one was killed? How could this be??

It is indeed miraculous. Neptune has granted his favor to them all. This day will raise his reputation mightily among the men.

He now looks at the trembling wench in front of him with suspicion. Is she also a gift from the gods? Or is she a test?

Has she been presented to him as a reward? Or is he supposed to give her back in humble gratitude? Now he’s not so sure.

She trembles before him, knowing what he might do to her. Will she be ravished? Will she be run through with his sword?

The captain is uncertain. What will happen if her takes her and has his way with her? Might the gods become angry? Might they take away his stature among the men?

The life of a pirate is fleeting at best. One moment, you're living well off the plunder of some schooner. The next, you're dying on the deck of a vessel, run through by the sword of some bloody Englishman.

He's too superstitious to take the chance…

The man returns. "Cargo's off, Cap'n. Looks like a good ‘aul."

"Get the crew off. I'll be over in a moment."

"Aye, Cap'n." The pirate scurries to obey.

The captain turns back to the golden haired wench. He sighs heavily. "Sorry, lass. It's not meant to be."

He speaks to the two still holding on to her. "Bring ‘er up to the ship's wheel. And get those bloody clothes off ‘er."

He scowls as he walks away. It's a bloody nuisance keeping the gods happy. But one would be wise not to antagonize them.

Her eyes open wide as she shakes her head with fear. What’s going to happen to her??

A pirate grabs her makeshift dress up around her neck. He rips it straight down the center. It exposes her soft white skin, her smooth breasts and hairy crotch. She shivers as he eyes her lustfully.

As the only woman on the ship, there was no time or place for the dignities of undergarments. Now she wishes there had been. But in this instance, they would undoubtedly have done her no good.

They half drag, half carry her along the deck toward the ship's wheel. Her nakedness is exposed to the gawking eyes of the crew gathered along the side of the pirate vessel. Whistles and catcalls follow her to the wheel.

Voices call over from the adjoining vessel… "Can I have a turn, Cap'n?" "What a lovely wench." "Whoo - eee."

They quickly discover she's not to be brought aboard their ship. The catcalls die off as unhappy murmurs set in. Is the captain going to have her all to himself right before their very eyes? There’s a mixture of excitement, anger and disappointment.

The captain waits at the wheel as they bring the squirming girl up the steps to him. They need to work fast. The ship is starting to settle.

"Tie 'er to the wheel, boys. We're gonna give ‘er to Neptune. Spread ‘er legs wide, so ‘e doesn't ‘ave to fight to get inside ‘er."

"Nooo!"

She struggles helplessly against them. They tie her off with leather straps. Now she understands what they're going to do to her.

They're securing her to the wheel. But the ship is sinking! This will take her down with it.

She's going to drown…

Should she die? Or should she be brutalized by a shipload of pirates? Only one option promises an extension of life, if only for a short time.

"No!" she blurts out in growing panic. "Take me with you!"

The captain is pleased at her fear. The gods like their victims to be afraid. This is the right thing to do.

The ship shudders beneath them. It takes on a greater list. It groans as the sea hungrily chews it up.

The captain looks upon her one last time. He shows no sympathy or compassion. “Time to go, boys."

"Wait! I can cook! I'll do anything you ask! Don't leave me here!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears.

The captain walks to the edge of the doomed ship. He grabs a rope before calling over to the crew of his ship, just a short swing away. "We're giving her to Neptune, boys… to celebrate our great victory."

A cheer goes up from the assembled band of murderers and cutthroats. It would be unwise not to cheer. The damsel can now confirm her cruel fate.

"I'll do anything you want! I'll please you; I'll give myself freely to you! PLEASE!"

The captain pauses, feeling his loins quiver once more. "Bloody ‘ell," he murmurs forlornly. Then he and his two remaining crewmates swing over, abandoning the sinking vessel.

"NOO! DON’T LEAVE ME!" She hears laughter in reply.

Sails are unfurled. The pirate ship moves off. It does not want to be caught in the suction of the sinking vessel.

She struggles against the leather straps that bind her tightly to the ship's wheel. But she can't get free. Then the vessel lurches beneath her.

She lets out a sharp cry of fear as the water level reaches the deck. It starts to swirl under her suspended feet. The ship rights itself and then begins to settle down by the stern.

She whimpers as the water rises. She lets out a cry as cool water touches her feet. Hyperventilation sets in.

The sea rises rapidly up her legs. It hits her pussy, causing her to inhale sharply. It’s going down faster now.

The cool water has a sensuous feel as it caresses and envelops her. It climbs past her navel up her stomach. She feels a terrible thrill of sexual excitement ripple through her.

The cool water hits her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. She gasps in disbelief. Is this how she’s truly going to die??

The ship picks up speed as it sinks. She trembles as she looks up, her eyes wide with fright. Her mouth opens in a scream as water climbs up her shoulders to her neck.

She inhales deeply. Water flows over her mouth… nose… eyes… head. Bubbles spew out of her nose as the ship sinks quickly.

She struggles to hold her breath, her lungs straining until it comes to rest on the sandy bottom. It’s ironic. The cove offered no protection from pirates. Now she will remain here for all eternity.

She feels the pressure on her chest at this depth. Air bursts out of her mouth. She panics as she strains against the straps, struggling to free herself.

More air spews out past her lips. Reflexively, she inhales. Then she coughs and gags.

Her body convulses and spasms as it is invaded by the liquid intruder. She shakes her head back and forth, spewing air. Her body hitches and shudders violently as she looks up toward the surface and the air she will never breathe again.

She gulps down more water as agony overtakes her. She is conscious for far too long. Then consciousness mercifully ebbs away.

Her head remains tilted upward, lifeless eyes open in terror. Small bubbles trickle freely out of her open mouth. Then her bladder empties. A moment later a white creamy substance trickles out of her pussy.

She is now ready to serve Neptune the moment he arrives...

2004; 2019 (written Apr 22 ’04; ed. Dec 12 ‘19 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture which I included for illustration purposes.)

 

[riwa]

Train Fantasy

She’d watched some old movies about damsels being tied to the railroad tracks. It gave her such a thrill. From then on, she was hooked.

She started innocently enough. She began lying down on different sets of tracks. To be safe, she always found tracks that were unused.

Just lying down with her neck stretched out across the rail was enough to get her to cum. But soon, it wasn’t enough. Every addiction always requires a new high.

She started searching for tracks in different locations where she could act out her fantasy. She found isolated locations where it was safe to lie down naked. Then she would masturbate, imagining a train was on its way and that she had been tied to the tracks. It gave her quite the thrill, and she experienced intense orgasms.

Eventually, she needed a bigger thrill. So she located a set of tracks that were used infrequently. She could tell by the way the rails shined that trains used them from time to time.

She experienced a couple of separate orgasms at that location. But soon, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted the thrill of knowing there were more frequent trains that would pass through regularly.

She located one set of tracks that were used a few times a day. Once while lying naked with her neck exposed over the rail, she felt the vibrations on an oncoming train. It made her climax intensely. But she managed to jump up and duck into a hiding place before the train reached her position.

One day, she found a set of tracks that emerged out of a tunnel. What a thrill! So she stretched out naked, her neck on the rail. Imagining being a damsel in distress, a train rushing out of the tunnel to behead her, really set her off.

She went back to that spot many times to relive her fantasy. One, she actually felt the rail vibrate. Then she heard the horn of an approaching train, somewhere on the other side of the tunnel.

What a thrill! A train was coming! She climaxed immediately.

She got off the tracks and hid just in time. A speeding passenger train came rushing out of the tunnel around the bend and past her location. She made a mental note of the time of day, wondering if that same train came through on a schedule.

She went back the next day, but she just watched from her car. She heard the horn of the passenger train. Then it rushed out of the tunnel at the time she had noted.

Now she was sure the train passed by at roughly the same time every day. So she began driving out there and lying naked, her neck across the rail. She would eagerly masturbate until she heard that horn, resulting in a rather intense orgasm.

She made more trips out to that location. Sometimes the engineer saw her by her vehicle and waved at her. She would always wave back.

She made the calculations until she knew how long she had from the sound of the horn until the engine came rumbling out of the tunnel. Then she began pressing her luck. She would masturbate until she orgasmed just as the train was emerging out of the tunnel.

Once, she stayed on the tracks until after the train emerged out of the tunnel. She heard the horn sound in warning. She climaxed before rising up and moving away from the tracks. It gave her an added thrill knowing the engineer had seen her naked and masturbating.

The next time she went back, she got off the track before the train emerged out of the tunnel. She was naked when she waved at the engineer. She got a quick horn blast for her efforts.

She went back often. Sometimes she delayed long enough for the engineer to see her naked with her neck stretched out across the track. The horn would sound, and she would cum hard before rising up and waving as the train went by. But her addiction soon needed a new high.

One day, she bought a pair of magician’s handcuffs. There was a little clip for her to pull to release them. Then she drove to that same location where the tracks came out of the tunnel.

She cuffed her hands behind her back before lying down naked. She was the naked damsel in distress, fucked and then left lying on her back with her hands cuffed behind her to be killed by an oncoming train. It was such a thrill that she climaxed intensely before she had even heard the train’s horn. The cuffs had clearly been a great idea.

She remained lying there naked until she heard the horn. The vibrations of the rail upon her neck made her climax all over again. Then she sat up, rolled out of the way, and watched the train roar past, the engineer giving her an appreciative toot on the horn before freeing herself from the cuffs.

That was great. But she wanted an even greater high. How could she tie herself to the tracks?

One day, she brought along some string. She went to the tracks and looked all around. She found a small gap under the rail, just enough to thread the string through.

She loosely tied it around her neck. Now she was really tied to the rail by her neck! It gave her such a thrill.

She was so excited she just had to apply the cuffs as well. So she rolled onto her side and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then she laid there naked upon her back, imagining the peril she was in.

She had been fucked and bound. She could not lift her neck because of the string securing her to the rail. The thought drove her wild.

She could not touch herself, of course. But this was just as good. Still, she would have to time herself and make sure she freed herself from the handcuffs and then the string before she risked it with a…

She suddenly heard the horn sound. She also felt the vibration in the track. Wait; was the train early? Or was this a different one?

Knowing the train was so close – coupled with being handcuffed while her neck was tied to the rail - gave her an intense orgasm. It was so mammoth that it dimmed her senses. She was left panting for breath as she tried to regain her bearings.

She was feeling weak and breathless when the vibrations of the rail intensified. That’s when the train emerged out of the tunnel. The driver sounded his horn in warning, as he usually did.

She tried to rise up. But she had momentarily forgotten the string around her throat. She would have to free her hands first.

She struggled to pop one of the cuffs free from behind her back. Instinctively, she already knew it was too late. She had been much too careless.

The horn sounded again as she started to cum. It was a long blast. Then her head went bouncing as her naked body bucked and shuddered from the orgasm to end all orgasms.

2023 (written for dolcettwife1 Jan 23 ’24 by riwa. Inspired by the drawings found in her album.)

 

[riwa]

Is It Real?

I was surfing the web with my laptop one night in my bra and panties when I found an interesting post on a website I like to visit. The title of the post asked “Is This Real?” A link was included.

Normally, links are dangerous to click on these days. But I was curious. So I went ahead and clicked it.

I reached a page with the title “Warning: Crucifixion Scene” and buttons to click that read “Enter” and “Exit. I almost chickened out. But curiosity got the better of me.

When I hit enter, it took me to a screen of a naked woman on a cross. Her arms were stretched out on the cross beam. I didn’t see any rope, so it sure looked as though she’d been nailed to it.

I looked down at her feet. They were crossed flat one right on top of the other. They looked as though they had been nailed through into the wood.

It must have been late afternoon where she was at. The sun was shining against her as though it was going down. She looked to be in some kind of forest, in a partial clearing with what looked like some sort of snowy mountain visible through the trees as a backdrop.

The camera recorded her from her left side, which was somewhat in shadow. The recording looked steady as a rock. So I wondered if anyone was holding it, or if it was sitting on a tripod.

The naked woman leaned back against the cross she was secured to. Then she leaned forward. She tipped her head back and thrust her tits forward as though she was baring her chest toward direct sunlight.

Her knees suddenly gave way. She sagged and slumped against the cross, her nailed wrists appearing to hold her up. I watched as her chest rose and fell.

I noticed numbers down in the lower right-hand corner. They read 9:47:16... :17… :18. Was that local time? Where was this taking place?

I watched as she rose up to her full height, pushing herself up by her feet. She opened her mouth as though crying out. But I didn’t hear any sound.

She stood like that for about a minute or so, leaning back against her cross. Then she pitched forward until she had thrown her chest back out. She was like that for another minute or so before her knees gave way again, causing her to sag and slump once more.

She ran through that cycle again and again: upright on her feet leaning back against the cross, pitching forward while thrusting her chest out, and then slumping. I looked at the scene for the longest time. But I still couldn’t make up my mind as to whether or not it was real.

The camera angle suddenly changed. Now I was looking at her right side at a similar angle. There was certainly more sun hitting her on this side, which really illuminated her nudity.

I focused on her nipples. They looked swollen and engorged. Was this somehow turning her on? Or was it because of the pain?

I looked down at her crotch. Her thighs were partially crossed, which made it hard to see much. She looked like she had a tuft of pubic hair.

I saw a tattoo on her right leg. But there was too much shadow to see if there was one on her left leg. I couldn’t tell if she had them anywhere else.

She went through several more cycles. Then she appeared to turn her head to her left. What was she looking at?

The scene shifted back to the first camera. Were there just the two video recorders looking at her? It certainly seemed that way.

It was as though she was looking right at me. Her lips moved, although I couldn’t hear anything because there was no sound. But it sure looked like she was crying out, “Help me; please help me!”

She let out some sort of cry before she sagged and slumped again. She hung from her wrists as though trying to catch her breath. But she didn’t stay that way for long before trying to stand upright upon her feet again.

Was there really a spike running through them? Was that why she kept sagging? Did the pain keep causing her to slump to ease the agony in her feet?

I pulled up the original tab to that website I’d visited, just to see what comments had been posted to “Is this real?” But there weren’t any just yet. Apparently the topic was still in its infancy, and had not yet been looked at by a lot of people.

I went back to the tab showing the crucified girl. I still could not come to any conclusions. It certainly looked real enough. Still, there was something about it that looked a bit staged to me.

As I watched her, I began to experience sexual stirrings. Seeing her naked out in the woods like that was a bit of a turn-on. She was certainly acting as though she was in agony.

The numbers in the lower corner passed 10:15:00. I watched her until they eventually passed 10:20:15. And still, she went through her cycles of standing upright for a bit, pitching forward with her boobs thrust out, and then sagging and slumping as though taking a rest from using her feet.

The longer I watched, the more aroused I became. I pulled my bra off my boobs, letting my erect nipples breathe. Then I began touching myself down below.

The two camera angles kept shifting back and forth. I would watch her for a few minutes on her left side. Then it would shift, letting me see her for a few minutes on her illuminated right side.

Every now and then she appeared to cry out. Sometimes she would look right at me, which I assume meant she was looking right at the recording device. Then she would appear to cry out “Help me… help me PLEASE!” before repeating her cycle.

I don’t know how long I watched her. The sun got lower in her sky, creating more shadows from the trees all around her. Was it sundown where she was?

That couldn’t be right, could it? The clock in the corner now read 11:51:27. Was it almost noon there? Or almost midnight? Did that mean I’d actually been watching her for a couple of hours?

She went through a couple more painful cycles. Then she appeared to look right at me and beg for help yet again. There was something about it that made me shamefully aroused.

I couldn’t help her, of course. Besides, I had no idea where she was. And I still had my doubts as to whether or not this whole thing was real.

Mesmerized, I kept watching her. But I was losing track of time again. By now, I was shamefully trying to get myself off. For some reason, it was just so damned erotic!

The sun got even lower where she was, making it dark all around her. To my surprise, a set of lights abruptly came on. They hit her at the same angles as the cameras that were recording her.

I just sat there watching her in aroused silence while rubbing myself. Then I took another look at her numbers in the corner. They were approaching 13:25:12, which left me confused.

Was that her local time? To me, it didn’t seem to fit. It seemed like it was a little too late being well past midnight her time, especially with the sun having just gone down where she was.

There didn’t seem to be any other explanation. Then I gave it some thought. That’s when it hit me...

Wait; was it possible? Had she actually been on that cross over thirteen and a half hours already? No; it couldn’t be! But the thought gave me erotic shivers something fierce.

By now, I was shamefully horny. Every time she looked in my direction and pleaded with me, I got wildly erotic tingles. Her pain and suffering were really affecting me.

I know it was rather cruel of me. But I found myself mentally urging her to beg me again. I was sure I was going to cum if she pleaded with me one more time to get her down.

I waited with bated breath as she went through cycle after cycle. By now, it was so dark where she was that the only light she was getting was from those two lights pointed at her, illuminating her suffering features. I could just barely make out a few trees behind her.

She sagged and slumped. Then she turned towards me. That’s when she begged me to save her. I think she even said something about being cold.

Shamefully, I wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to beg me. I don’t know what was wrong with me. But that’s what finally did it. I climaxed right where I was sitting.

I watched her as she slowly forced herself back up onto her feet. It looked like she was really hurting. That’s when I felt guilty as hell.

I told myself it wasn’t right getting off to someone else’s suffering like that. I finally murmured, “It’s a fake. It’s got to be.” But it sure was damned erotic.

I looked at her image a few moments longer until she slumped again. I could feel another orgasm wanting to swell within me. That’s when I finally closed my laptop without checking her numbers.

I went to the kitchen to get myself a drink. But I found myself standing there thinking about her as I gulped down some water. I shook my head as I tried to convince myself it was fake. Then I decided it was getting late and that I really needed to get some sleep.

8/1/24 Inspired by the picture/manip I found.