We play no favoritism when it comes to prosecuting texting and driving, be it "rebel leader" or "whore holder at Madam Horse's House", er uh... I mean "horse holder at Madam Whore's House".
I give up ... let's just get it over with.
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I give up ... let's just get it over with.
riwa
Governor
Don't worry. You'll start kicking the moment we hang the four to your left... one at a time... with a pause between each hanging.
Don't worry. You'll start kicking the moment we hang the four to your left... one at a time... with a pause between each hanging.
Maybe you should be hanging your helpers instead ... they look like bad women to me. Bet they have done worse than texting while driving.
riwa
Governor
They enjoy participating in female hangings. Afterwards they get noosed down in the basement where I enjoy giving them flying fucks. They enjoy it too. But I suppose the reason they look like that is because they are starting to lose brain cells from all that asphyxiation. I'm not sure they would even care if I hanged them to death while fucking them in the noose, being as how the asphyxiation orgasms they experience are always so intense.
riwa
Governor
Drowning Revy
(A Black Lagoon fanfiction)
“Let me go, you fucking bitch! I don’t deserve this!”
Diane just laughed at her, having finally caught the mercenary she was hired to kill. The idea had come to her upon seeing Revy with her boyfriend Rock on the beach earlier. It had just been too tempting an idea to pass up. So she’d chloroformed the woman when the murderous couple had finally gone their separate ways before hauling her all the way to this secluded part of the coast. There wasn’t a soul for miles.
Revy was furious at having been caught so easily, especially with this bitch-in-a-bikini. She thrashed about against the stakes pinning her arms and legs spread-eagled to the sand. Being stripped out of her red bikini only proved to be a further indignity.
“I’ll kill you, you fucking shithead! Do you hear me?? I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Is that all you can do… talk-talk-talk?”
“When Rock catches up to you, he’s gonna fucking KILL you, you stupid bitch!”
“I don’t think so.”
Revy roared indignantly, her arms stretched upward and outward as the bitch in the skimpy pink bikini smiled down on her. Her legs were split apart and pointed down toward the incoming tide, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy embarrassingly exposed. Her kidnapper seemed to enjoy looking at it, and it infuriated her.
“Get enough of a look, shithead? Take a fucking picture; it’ll last longer!”
“He, don’t look at me! I’m just curious to know what’s so special about that part down between your legs you play with every damned day! I’ve been watching you in your apartment over the past couple of weeks, you know.”
“You’ve been watching me? You fucking pervert! I hope you enjoyed yourself!”
“Frankly, I found it rather boring after a while, slut. But I did notice how you can’t seem to stop touching it. I’ll bet you want to touch it right now, am I right? Maybe I should have a look for myself.”
Diane knelt closer and began to poke and prod. It enraged Revy even more. “Hey, don’t you fucking touch me… leave me alone, damn you! You get me off this beach right now, you fucking shithead!”
The assassin carefully pried the foul-mouthed woman’s labia apart. “But it’s so tiny,” she observed with amusement.
“Leave me alone, damn you!”
“Don’t you like it? I noticed your friend Eda licking it while touching you down there whenever you had her over to play.”
“She‘s gonna fucking kill you when she finds out what you did to me!”
“Oh my. You seem to be getting wet down here. I know it’s not the tide as it hadn’t come in this far just yet. But it’s getting close.”
Diane rubbed all around the crotch before letting her fingers caress the folds of the staked out hitwoman’s pussy. Revy stiffed as she tried to squirm away. But she was all stretched out and could not escape her humiliation. When the bitch’s fingers slipped inside, it was all she could do not to let out a low moan.
“Every damn day,” Diane muttered angrily as she tenderly fingered it. “You play with it every damned day. And I notice you really enjoy pleasuring yourself after you’ve killed somebody. Does committing murder really get your rocks off?”
“That’s none of your… please… knock it off… turn me loose…”
Revy’s chest heaved from the predicament she found herself in. Despite her best efforts, she was genuinely frightened. She could see the water flowing up onto the beach with each wave, could see it drawing closer and closer.
Diane continued fingering her pussy, causing Revy to wince and stiffen. She tried not to show it, but she was becoming more aroused from her desperate situation, especially the way the bitch was sadistically fingering her. It was downright galling.
“Getting your jollies, you f-fucking pervert?”
“Just curious why you have to play with it every damned day. It doesn’t look all that special.”
“My pussy is… none of your… damn business! Stop it, ok?”
“Such a nice little pussy. Too bad it’s going to drown soon. I’m sure that bastard Rock and your bitch friend Eda will miss playing with it.”
Diane pulled her fingers out and looked at the helpless mercenary. Revy panted for breath, torn between pleasure and fury. Then she gathered all her remaining strength and started raining obscenities down on the woman’s head.
The deadly assassin shrugged it off. “Such a filthy mouth for a slut like you. I bet you beg Rock to fuck you like a common whore all the time, am I right?”
Revy began swearing at her again. Diane shrugged her shoulder before going back to fingering the helpless woman’s dripping pussy. The obscenities trailed off as Revy panted and moaned, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment and shame.
A wave came in until the water tickled Revy’s feet. She gasped and whimpered. This was getting scary… and so fucking humiliating.
“Why don’t you… turn me loose and… fight me, you bitch! Or are you a fucking coward!” In response Diane fingered her pussy even more. Revy melted as she writhed uncomfortably, the fingers making her wet as hell.
“I have no desire to fight a whore like you. I simply want to watch you drown. Too bad… I bet Eda’s gonna miss licking this pussy. I wonder what it tastes like.”
She pulled her fingers out of the wet slit and brought them to her lips. Then she deliberately winced. “Just as I suspected. You taste like cigarettes and alcohol. No big loss.” She’d seen Revy drinking and smoking every damn day. How the bitch could stay in such good shape with such unhealthy habits was beyond her comprehension.
“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already!” Revy was trembling from the terribly intimate sexual violation.
“I don’t think so, slut. I’d rather watch you suck water and drown. I hear it’s quite painful not being able to breathe until you inhale fluid into your lungs… just the type of death a whore like you deserves.”
At that moment another wave came in, flowing much further than previous waves. Water came in on the sand up along her legs, causing her to wriggle and squirm again. Revy cried out from a mixture of fear, anger, arousal and abject humiliation.
“Just kill me already, ok? Get it over with if you’re just going to fucking kill me! C’mon, you fucking coward! Or haven’t you got the guts to take me on one on one!”
“Aren’t you getting warm with all that sun roasting your naked flesh? Don’t worry, slut. The tide is coming in. I’ll bet the water will cool you right off.” Diane smiled cruelly as she knelt there looking down at her.
“SHITHEAD! AAUUGGHH!”
Revy tried to twist this way and that, screaming in a rage as she panted for breath. But she was so stretched out she could hardly move. Already her muscles were beginning to feel the strain from being stretched out so uncomfortably.
“What the hell did I ever do to you, shithead? I don’t deserve this!”
“Actually you deserve far worse. You kill people for a living, bitch… and a profitable living it must be. But you know how it is. What goes around, comes around. Now there’s a contract out on your head for a change… which means a very nice payday for me getting your ass off the streets and having you stop killing my employer’s hired goons. You have no idea how tempted I was to put a bullet in your brain back on that beach with your friend Rock.”
“Then get it over with, shithead! Or don’t you know how to pull the fucking trigger!”
At that moment another wave came in, coming dangerously close to her pussy. Revy wriggled uncomfortably now that her toned legs were getting wet. If she was doomed to die, maybe she could get this bitch to put a bullet in her brain and quickly end her torment.
“Actually I’d much rather watch you die this way, slut. This way I can watch the tide come in and fuck that cunt of yours.”
“Fucking pervert!” Then Revy gasped as a wave came in far enough to tickle her labia.
Diane stood up and smiled. “There, didn’t that feel better? You certainly seem all steamed up about something. This should cool you off in a few more minutes.”
Revy gasped and whimpered, fighting against the panic that threatened to well up inside her. She desperately wanted to avoid drowning. It was the worst possible death she could imagine… not being able to breathe as water invaded your lungs and took your life away. She’d settle for a bullet to the forehead any day… quick and relatively painless.
“I guess we’d better have our fun now,” Diane told her with a chuckle. “It looks like the tide is coming in quicker than I thought.”
“You’d better let me go if you know what’s fucking good for you!”
“Gee, I guess I don’t know what’s good for me then,” Diane told her with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I think you’re going to enjoy this. I know I certainly am.”
The water had climbed partway up Revy’s thighs as Diane knelt down once more. Then she began to rub and play with the helpless mercenary’s pussy again, which was now wet from the incoming tide. A quick fingering revealed it was also slickened from her flowing juices.
“I see you’re getting all turned on by this; eh, slut?” Diane fingered her again, causing Revy to writhe and whimper as her face turned red with humiliation.
“Please… just fucking… kill me already, ok?”
“All in good time, slut,” Diane purred at her as she fingered her pussy. “All in good time.”
“Fucking… pervert.” But she couldn’t keep the low moan from escaping her lips.
“Yeah, that’s me. So I guess what I brought along with me as my present to you is going to make me even more of a pervert?”
She stood up with a knowing smile as Revy anxiously looked up at her. Another wave came in, splashing into her hot cunt as she gasped and moaned. The water was getting higher; she was trembling with fear and a terrible arousal.
“Hey, were are you going?? Get me out of here!” But Diane simply disappeared. She wasn’t gone long.
When she returned she had something in her hand. Revy caught sight of it and gasped in alarm. It looked so familiar. In fact it looked quite similar to one she owned.
“Recognize this?” Diane asked, holding up the 10 inch dildo. “You should. After all, I stole it from your apartment while you were away. Damn, you sure do love cock, even the fake-ass shit!”
“You fucking thief!”
The cruel assassin smiled at her helpless captive, watching as another wave came in and washed along the lethal mercenary’s well sculpted and athletically fit body. She loved seeing the erect nipples on those heaving breasts. Yes, Revy seemed quite terrified… and incredibly aroused. This was going to be so fucking good.
“W-what are you g-going to do with that?”
“Oh this?” Diane remarked as she nonchalantly hefted the rubber dildo in her hand. “This is about to become your closest friend.”
“What d-do you mean by that?”
“I know how much you love this… that is, when you’re not using your fingers, slut.” Then Diane knelt down in the water right next to her captive.
She turned it on, smiling as it began to vibrate. “I see you keep fresh batteries for your play-toys.”
“Fucking bitch! You’re going to pay for stealing that!”
“You should thank me, slut.” Then Diane began rubbing it over Revy’s hard nipples.
(A Black Lagoon fanfiction)
“Let me go, you fucking bitch! I don’t deserve this!”
Diane just laughed at her, having finally caught the mercenary she was hired to kill. The idea had come to her upon seeing Revy with her boyfriend Rock on the beach earlier. It had just been too tempting an idea to pass up. So she’d chloroformed the woman when the murderous couple had finally gone their separate ways before hauling her all the way to this secluded part of the coast. There wasn’t a soul for miles.
Revy was furious at having been caught so easily, especially with this bitch-in-a-bikini. She thrashed about against the stakes pinning her arms and legs spread-eagled to the sand. Being stripped out of her red bikini only proved to be a further indignity.
“I’ll kill you, you fucking shithead! Do you hear me?? I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Is that all you can do… talk-talk-talk?”
“When Rock catches up to you, he’s gonna fucking KILL you, you stupid bitch!”
“I don’t think so.”
Revy roared indignantly, her arms stretched upward and outward as the bitch in the skimpy pink bikini smiled down on her. Her legs were split apart and pointed down toward the incoming tide, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy embarrassingly exposed. Her kidnapper seemed to enjoy looking at it, and it infuriated her.
“Get enough of a look, shithead? Take a fucking picture; it’ll last longer!”
“He, don’t look at me! I’m just curious to know what’s so special about that part down between your legs you play with every damned day! I’ve been watching you in your apartment over the past couple of weeks, you know.”
“You’ve been watching me? You fucking pervert! I hope you enjoyed yourself!”
“Frankly, I found it rather boring after a while, slut. But I did notice how you can’t seem to stop touching it. I’ll bet you want to touch it right now, am I right? Maybe I should have a look for myself.”
Diane knelt closer and began to poke and prod. It enraged Revy even more. “Hey, don’t you fucking touch me… leave me alone, damn you! You get me off this beach right now, you fucking shithead!”
The assassin carefully pried the foul-mouthed woman’s labia apart. “But it’s so tiny,” she observed with amusement.
“Leave me alone, damn you!”
“Don’t you like it? I noticed your friend Eda licking it while touching you down there whenever you had her over to play.”
“She‘s gonna fucking kill you when she finds out what you did to me!”
“Oh my. You seem to be getting wet down here. I know it’s not the tide as it hadn’t come in this far just yet. But it’s getting close.”
Diane rubbed all around the crotch before letting her fingers caress the folds of the staked out hitwoman’s pussy. Revy stiffed as she tried to squirm away. But she was all stretched out and could not escape her humiliation. When the bitch’s fingers slipped inside, it was all she could do not to let out a low moan.
“Every damn day,” Diane muttered angrily as she tenderly fingered it. “You play with it every damned day. And I notice you really enjoy pleasuring yourself after you’ve killed somebody. Does committing murder really get your rocks off?”
“That’s none of your… please… knock it off… turn me loose…”
Revy’s chest heaved from the predicament she found herself in. Despite her best efforts, she was genuinely frightened. She could see the water flowing up onto the beach with each wave, could see it drawing closer and closer.
Diane continued fingering her pussy, causing Revy to wince and stiffen. She tried not to show it, but she was becoming more aroused from her desperate situation, especially the way the bitch was sadistically fingering her. It was downright galling.
“Getting your jollies, you f-fucking pervert?”
“Just curious why you have to play with it every damned day. It doesn’t look all that special.”
“My pussy is… none of your… damn business! Stop it, ok?”
“Such a nice little pussy. Too bad it’s going to drown soon. I’m sure that bastard Rock and your bitch friend Eda will miss playing with it.”
Diane pulled her fingers out and looked at the helpless mercenary. Revy panted for breath, torn between pleasure and fury. Then she gathered all her remaining strength and started raining obscenities down on the woman’s head.
The deadly assassin shrugged it off. “Such a filthy mouth for a slut like you. I bet you beg Rock to fuck you like a common whore all the time, am I right?”
Revy began swearing at her again. Diane shrugged her shoulder before going back to fingering the helpless woman’s dripping pussy. The obscenities trailed off as Revy panted and moaned, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment and shame.
A wave came in until the water tickled Revy’s feet. She gasped and whimpered. This was getting scary… and so fucking humiliating.
“Why don’t you… turn me loose and… fight me, you bitch! Or are you a fucking coward!” In response Diane fingered her pussy even more. Revy melted as she writhed uncomfortably, the fingers making her wet as hell.
“I have no desire to fight a whore like you. I simply want to watch you drown. Too bad… I bet Eda’s gonna miss licking this pussy. I wonder what it tastes like.”
She pulled her fingers out of the wet slit and brought them to her lips. Then she deliberately winced. “Just as I suspected. You taste like cigarettes and alcohol. No big loss.” She’d seen Revy drinking and smoking every damn day. How the bitch could stay in such good shape with such unhealthy habits was beyond her comprehension.
“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already!” Revy was trembling from the terribly intimate sexual violation.
“I don’t think so, slut. I’d rather watch you suck water and drown. I hear it’s quite painful not being able to breathe until you inhale fluid into your lungs… just the type of death a whore like you deserves.”
At that moment another wave came in, flowing much further than previous waves. Water came in on the sand up along her legs, causing her to wriggle and squirm again. Revy cried out from a mixture of fear, anger, arousal and abject humiliation.
“Just kill me already, ok? Get it over with if you’re just going to fucking kill me! C’mon, you fucking coward! Or haven’t you got the guts to take me on one on one!”
“Aren’t you getting warm with all that sun roasting your naked flesh? Don’t worry, slut. The tide is coming in. I’ll bet the water will cool you right off.” Diane smiled cruelly as she knelt there looking down at her.
“SHITHEAD! AAUUGGHH!”
Revy tried to twist this way and that, screaming in a rage as she panted for breath. But she was so stretched out she could hardly move. Already her muscles were beginning to feel the strain from being stretched out so uncomfortably.
“What the hell did I ever do to you, shithead? I don’t deserve this!”
“Actually you deserve far worse. You kill people for a living, bitch… and a profitable living it must be. But you know how it is. What goes around, comes around. Now there’s a contract out on your head for a change… which means a very nice payday for me getting your ass off the streets and having you stop killing my employer’s hired goons. You have no idea how tempted I was to put a bullet in your brain back on that beach with your friend Rock.”
“Then get it over with, shithead! Or don’t you know how to pull the fucking trigger!”
At that moment another wave came in, coming dangerously close to her pussy. Revy wriggled uncomfortably now that her toned legs were getting wet. If she was doomed to die, maybe she could get this bitch to put a bullet in her brain and quickly end her torment.
“Actually I’d much rather watch you die this way, slut. This way I can watch the tide come in and fuck that cunt of yours.”
“Fucking pervert!” Then Revy gasped as a wave came in far enough to tickle her labia.
Diane stood up and smiled. “There, didn’t that feel better? You certainly seem all steamed up about something. This should cool you off in a few more minutes.”
Revy gasped and whimpered, fighting against the panic that threatened to well up inside her. She desperately wanted to avoid drowning. It was the worst possible death she could imagine… not being able to breathe as water invaded your lungs and took your life away. She’d settle for a bullet to the forehead any day… quick and relatively painless.
“I guess we’d better have our fun now,” Diane told her with a chuckle. “It looks like the tide is coming in quicker than I thought.”
“You’d better let me go if you know what’s fucking good for you!”
“Gee, I guess I don’t know what’s good for me then,” Diane told her with a shrug of her shoulders. “But I think you’re going to enjoy this. I know I certainly am.”
The water had climbed partway up Revy’s thighs as Diane knelt down once more. Then she began to rub and play with the helpless mercenary’s pussy again, which was now wet from the incoming tide. A quick fingering revealed it was also slickened from her flowing juices.
“I see you’re getting all turned on by this; eh, slut?” Diane fingered her again, causing Revy to writhe and whimper as her face turned red with humiliation.
“Please… just fucking… kill me already, ok?”
“All in good time, slut,” Diane purred at her as she fingered her pussy. “All in good time.”
“Fucking… pervert.” But she couldn’t keep the low moan from escaping her lips.
“Yeah, that’s me. So I guess what I brought along with me as my present to you is going to make me even more of a pervert?”
She stood up with a knowing smile as Revy anxiously looked up at her. Another wave came in, splashing into her hot cunt as she gasped and moaned. The water was getting higher; she was trembling with fear and a terrible arousal.
“Hey, were are you going?? Get me out of here!” But Diane simply disappeared. She wasn’t gone long.
When she returned she had something in her hand. Revy caught sight of it and gasped in alarm. It looked so familiar. In fact it looked quite similar to one she owned.
“Recognize this?” Diane asked, holding up the 10 inch dildo. “You should. After all, I stole it from your apartment while you were away. Damn, you sure do love cock, even the fake-ass shit!”
“You fucking thief!”
The cruel assassin smiled at her helpless captive, watching as another wave came in and washed along the lethal mercenary’s well sculpted and athletically fit body. She loved seeing the erect nipples on those heaving breasts. Yes, Revy seemed quite terrified… and incredibly aroused. This was going to be so fucking good.
“W-what are you g-going to do with that?”
“Oh this?” Diane remarked as she nonchalantly hefted the rubber dildo in her hand. “This is about to become your closest friend.”
“What d-do you mean by that?”
“I know how much you love this… that is, when you’re not using your fingers, slut.” Then Diane knelt down in the water right next to her captive.
She turned it on, smiling as it began to vibrate. “I see you keep fresh batteries for your play-toys.”
“Fucking bitch! You’re going to pay for stealing that!”
“You should thank me, slut.” Then Diane began rubbing it over Revy’s hard nipples.
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riwa
Governor
The sensation sent shivers running thru her body. Revy gasped and moaned as the cruel assassin moved it along her skin and down past her lower belly which was now underwater. Then Diane used it to make circles around Revy’s pussy.
“No… just kill me… please… not like this…”
“I know how much you love orgasms, slut. Like I said, I’ve been on stakeout watching you masturbate every damned day. And I know how much you love using this toy when you’re particularly horny. So I thought I might bring it today in case you might need it. And I can see you’re certainly horny enough that you’re going to need it.”
“No…. please… just kill me already… don’t let me drown…”
The water reached Revy’s firm breasts, washing over more and more of her body. She writhed and squirmed as Diane began to work the dildo into her hot cunt. She gasped and trembled… this was humiliating as hell!
Diane smiled cruelly at her as she turned the device up a notch. She pushed it in a little deeper. Revy’s body arched as she gasped and moaned, whimpering as she shook her head.
“Doesn’t that feel good? The tide’s really coming in so I guess we’d better get to it. After all, you’re going to be holding your breath soon.”
She suddenly rammed it in good and hard inside the helpless mercenary. Revy gasped, jerking her torso in response to the buzzing in her pussy. She tried to force it out while fucking it hard at the same time. “S-Stop ...Please...don't....!"
“But you love orgasms, slut! Besides, the water is really coming in fast now. After all, I’d hate to deprive you of a few last orgasms.”
“Noo!”
Another wave came in, this time with water washing over her stomach and flowing around her heaving breasts. Revy shook her head back and forth in humiliation as the dildo violated her with pain and pleasure. It was doing its magic deep inside her vagina, even as she struggled against her bonds. The wicked bitch was actually going to make her cum as she drowned!
Another wave came in… and then another. Most of the lower part of her body was submerged. She let out a yelp as the next wave reached her chin, splashing around her ears.
Her dark brown hair, freed from the pony tail she normally wore, fanned out around her head as the water continued to rise. Her terror increased, even as the damned dildo did its humiliating work. Her body couldn't resist the feelings of the vibrating toy sliding in and out of her clenching pussy.
Diane pushed it all the way in and left it there. “There; it’s buried deep inside that hot cunt of yours. Now you can enjoy all the orgasms you want. But I’d hurry it up if I were you. The tide’s coming in fast, and you’re going to be underwater soon.”
Revy looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes as Diane stood up and smiled down at her. Then she began to hump and writhe, feeling herself begin to climb toward her first orgasm. Diane recognized it and smiled cruelly at her.
“Better enjoy it now, slut. You’re about to go under. I guess the longer you can hold your breath, the more juicy orgasms you’ll experience before you drown. I’m really looking forward to watching that.”
“Noo! Please!” Then another wave came in. Revy moaned involuntarily as she humped against the buzzing dildo buried deep in her cunt.
“Oh, you’ll try to fuck that dildo as hard as you can while you struggle to hold your breath. But eventually your lungs will give out. Then you’ll feel the killing seawater invade every fibre of your being. I can’t think of a better ending for a slut like you than to go out in a blaze of painful, orgasmic drowning glory.”
“Noo… please… I can’t… just kill me now… damnit, don’t do this to me!” But Revy couldn’t stop aggressively humping against the buzzing dildo in her pussy.
“Looks like your first one is about to hit, slut. For the first time since I’ve been keeping my eye on you I think I’m going to enjoy watching you cum.” And with that Diane reached under her skimpy pink bikini bottoms and began to masturbate, fingering her wet, dripping pussy as she cupped a breast with her other hand.
Revy’s body arched in orgasm as a wave washed over her, momentarily submerging her. Her pussy clutched at the buzzing dildo as she found herself cumming hard underwater. Her firm, toned ass ground into the rough sand beneath her.
She cried out a froth of bubbles before the water receded, leaving her gasping for breath. Her body began to rise up, floating with the rising water. But she was held firm by the stakes Diane had driven into the sand.
The cruel assassin bulged her cheeks as though mocking her, indicating it might be a good idea to hold her breath again. Revy inhaled just in time as another wave came in. It completely covered her face as it lifted her upward.
The water receded and her face was exposed as she gasped and sputtered. But she kept writhing and grinding as the dildo buzzed mercilessly inside her. She could feel the panic start to well up inside her.
“Not going to be much longer, slut,” Diane observed with a smile as she continued touching herself underneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “If you want any more orgasms you’d better enjoy them quick while you can. Better hold your fucking breath.” And with that another wave approached.
Diane mockingly bulged her cheeks again as though holding her breath. Revy frantically filled her lungs, struggling like mad against her bonds securing her to the stakes. Then it washed over her and she was underwater again, her sinuses stinging from the intrusion up her nose.
She humped hard against the dildo buzzing inside her as she struggled to hold her breath. The water receded and she floated as she was able to stick her head up and gasp for breath. But another wave came right in, totally submerging her again.
Revy cried out in orgasm, her body arching as her toned, tattooed arms strained against the ropes tying her to the stakes. She had just enough vision to see Diane furiously masturbating. It looked like the bitch was cumming to her suffering.
The water receded… she got her face up and got another breath. Then the tide came right back in, flowing over the top of her. She spewed her breath away as she writhed in vain. Now she was almost panicked… and she could feel yet another orgasm coming on strong.
Diane stood watching as the water rose up around Revy's head, her brown hair floating all about. Revy's eyes were wide with terror, her mouth forming a small "o" as she strained to pop her head back up to the surface. She just managed to get her head up with water all around.
“This might be your last breath, slut,” Diane told her as she furiously rubbed her own pussy. Then she looked out to sea and saw a large wave coming in.
“Better fuck that dildo and cum hard, slut! This looks like it’s going to be a big wave. You may stay under and I doubt you can hold your breath very long. I hope you appreciate what I went through to make sure you get to enjoy one last cum.”
Revy heard the tide coming in, and she inhaled deeply. This time the water completely covered the sexy young woman’s athletic body despite her best efforts to stretch upward for the surface. Diane smiled down at her as she masturbated furiously, determined to stay there to the very end to watch her drown.
Revy’s cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath. She squirmed and struggled to free herself from the stakes. Why the hell weren’t they coming loose??
The dildo buzzed mercilessly in her cunt. Revy writhed and wriggled, violently humping the damned toy inside her. This one felt like it was going to be massive.
The wave receded, but she was still underwater. It came back in, keeping her submerged. When it went back out it she was still underwater, the level above her hardly dropping at all.
She clenched her fists, her lungs screaming at her as she struggled to hold her breath. A moment later she started cumming hard in a crashing climax. She thrashed her head from side to side as bubbles started to trail from her nose. Revy had been submerged for over one and a half minutes.
Standing knee-deep in surf, Diane looked down with glee as Revy's sexy tits heaved. It was clear the poor slut was cumming hard and couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Diane was so fucking horny knowing the bitch was about to drown.
She was amazed how fear could make someone hold their breath so long. She watched the delicious struggle underwater as the slut thrashed about. Bubbles finally exploded from the mouth, the stomach contracting as Revy screamed her breath away.
Diane saw the lungs give out at the same time the body arched. Now Revy was cumming and drowning. That’s when Diane cried out from an orgasm of her own as she jammed her fingers hard up her cunt.
Revy bucked and shuddered, hitching violently as she drowned painfully. But she still seemed to be experiencing that one last, mammoth orgasm. Her pussy contracted so hard that the buzzing dildo finally popped out of her spasming vagina.
Diane watched in delight as Revy finally settled down. Her struggling abruptly ceased as her body floated under the surface, still tethered to the four stakes. Her eyes stared up at the sky in lifeless horror, her mouth gaping open from her last attempt to get air.
Bubbles trickled up out of her nose… a couple more escaped out past her parted lips. She lay motionless save for a few sporadic muscle spasms, floating just off the sandy bottom with her arms and legs roped to the stakes. The dildo lay between her spread legs, thin threads of cum drifting out from her spent cunt.
“Now that’s what I call cumming and drowning!” Diane panted joyously. She had climaxed incredibly hard from the experience.
Now in water up past her knees, Diane turned away from her victim. Taking a deep breath, she dove out into the surf and took a leisurely swim. She needed to cool off from all that erotic excitement before going home.
The tide would probably wash the stakes away. Revy’s body might even be pulled out to sea with the receding tide, disappearing off the face of the earth. But before she left, she decided she should shove the dildo back into Revy’s pussy. After all, it probably meant a lot to the dead mercenary. Diane wanted to pass on that last act of kindness so that Revy and her toy could be together forever. She could at least do that much for the murderous slut…
© 2017 (written for Revy Jan 4 ’17 by riwa)
(Inspired by a Cap’n Rich story written in 1997 called Aja’s Revenge)
(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)
“No… just kill me… please… not like this…”
“I know how much you love orgasms, slut. Like I said, I’ve been on stakeout watching you masturbate every damned day. And I know how much you love using this toy when you’re particularly horny. So I thought I might bring it today in case you might need it. And I can see you’re certainly horny enough that you’re going to need it.”
“No…. please… just kill me already… don’t let me drown…”
The water reached Revy’s firm breasts, washing over more and more of her body. She writhed and squirmed as Diane began to work the dildo into her hot cunt. She gasped and trembled… this was humiliating as hell!
Diane smiled cruelly at her as she turned the device up a notch. She pushed it in a little deeper. Revy’s body arched as she gasped and moaned, whimpering as she shook her head.
“Doesn’t that feel good? The tide’s really coming in so I guess we’d better get to it. After all, you’re going to be holding your breath soon.”
She suddenly rammed it in good and hard inside the helpless mercenary. Revy gasped, jerking her torso in response to the buzzing in her pussy. She tried to force it out while fucking it hard at the same time. “S-Stop ...Please...don't....!"
“But you love orgasms, slut! Besides, the water is really coming in fast now. After all, I’d hate to deprive you of a few last orgasms.”
“Noo!”
Another wave came in, this time with water washing over her stomach and flowing around her heaving breasts. Revy shook her head back and forth in humiliation as the dildo violated her with pain and pleasure. It was doing its magic deep inside her vagina, even as she struggled against her bonds. The wicked bitch was actually going to make her cum as she drowned!
Another wave came in… and then another. Most of the lower part of her body was submerged. She let out a yelp as the next wave reached her chin, splashing around her ears.
Her dark brown hair, freed from the pony tail she normally wore, fanned out around her head as the water continued to rise. Her terror increased, even as the damned dildo did its humiliating work. Her body couldn't resist the feelings of the vibrating toy sliding in and out of her clenching pussy.
Diane pushed it all the way in and left it there. “There; it’s buried deep inside that hot cunt of yours. Now you can enjoy all the orgasms you want. But I’d hurry it up if I were you. The tide’s coming in fast, and you’re going to be underwater soon.”
Revy looked up at her with wide, frightened eyes as Diane stood up and smiled down at her. Then she began to hump and writhe, feeling herself begin to climb toward her first orgasm. Diane recognized it and smiled cruelly at her.
“Better enjoy it now, slut. You’re about to go under. I guess the longer you can hold your breath, the more juicy orgasms you’ll experience before you drown. I’m really looking forward to watching that.”
“Noo! Please!” Then another wave came in. Revy moaned involuntarily as she humped against the buzzing dildo buried deep in her cunt.
“Oh, you’ll try to fuck that dildo as hard as you can while you struggle to hold your breath. But eventually your lungs will give out. Then you’ll feel the killing seawater invade every fibre of your being. I can’t think of a better ending for a slut like you than to go out in a blaze of painful, orgasmic drowning glory.”
“Noo… please… I can’t… just kill me now… damnit, don’t do this to me!” But Revy couldn’t stop aggressively humping against the buzzing dildo in her pussy.
“Looks like your first one is about to hit, slut. For the first time since I’ve been keeping my eye on you I think I’m going to enjoy watching you cum.” And with that Diane reached under her skimpy pink bikini bottoms and began to masturbate, fingering her wet, dripping pussy as she cupped a breast with her other hand.
Revy’s body arched in orgasm as a wave washed over her, momentarily submerging her. Her pussy clutched at the buzzing dildo as she found herself cumming hard underwater. Her firm, toned ass ground into the rough sand beneath her.
She cried out a froth of bubbles before the water receded, leaving her gasping for breath. Her body began to rise up, floating with the rising water. But she was held firm by the stakes Diane had driven into the sand.
The cruel assassin bulged her cheeks as though mocking her, indicating it might be a good idea to hold her breath again. Revy inhaled just in time as another wave came in. It completely covered her face as it lifted her upward.
The water receded and her face was exposed as she gasped and sputtered. But she kept writhing and grinding as the dildo buzzed mercilessly inside her. She could feel the panic start to well up inside her.
“Not going to be much longer, slut,” Diane observed with a smile as she continued touching herself underneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “If you want any more orgasms you’d better enjoy them quick while you can. Better hold your fucking breath.” And with that another wave approached.
Diane mockingly bulged her cheeks again as though holding her breath. Revy frantically filled her lungs, struggling like mad against her bonds securing her to the stakes. Then it washed over her and she was underwater again, her sinuses stinging from the intrusion up her nose.
She humped hard against the dildo buzzing inside her as she struggled to hold her breath. The water receded and she floated as she was able to stick her head up and gasp for breath. But another wave came right in, totally submerging her again.
Revy cried out in orgasm, her body arching as her toned, tattooed arms strained against the ropes tying her to the stakes. She had just enough vision to see Diane furiously masturbating. It looked like the bitch was cumming to her suffering.
The water receded… she got her face up and got another breath. Then the tide came right back in, flowing over the top of her. She spewed her breath away as she writhed in vain. Now she was almost panicked… and she could feel yet another orgasm coming on strong.
Diane stood watching as the water rose up around Revy's head, her brown hair floating all about. Revy's eyes were wide with terror, her mouth forming a small "o" as she strained to pop her head back up to the surface. She just managed to get her head up with water all around.
“This might be your last breath, slut,” Diane told her as she furiously rubbed her own pussy. Then she looked out to sea and saw a large wave coming in.
“Better fuck that dildo and cum hard, slut! This looks like it’s going to be a big wave. You may stay under and I doubt you can hold your breath very long. I hope you appreciate what I went through to make sure you get to enjoy one last cum.”
Revy heard the tide coming in, and she inhaled deeply. This time the water completely covered the sexy young woman’s athletic body despite her best efforts to stretch upward for the surface. Diane smiled down at her as she masturbated furiously, determined to stay there to the very end to watch her drown.
Revy’s cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath. She squirmed and struggled to free herself from the stakes. Why the hell weren’t they coming loose??
The dildo buzzed mercilessly in her cunt. Revy writhed and wriggled, violently humping the damned toy inside her. This one felt like it was going to be massive.
The wave receded, but she was still underwater. It came back in, keeping her submerged. When it went back out it she was still underwater, the level above her hardly dropping at all.
She clenched her fists, her lungs screaming at her as she struggled to hold her breath. A moment later she started cumming hard in a crashing climax. She thrashed her head from side to side as bubbles started to trail from her nose. Revy had been submerged for over one and a half minutes.
Standing knee-deep in surf, Diane looked down with glee as Revy's sexy tits heaved. It was clear the poor slut was cumming hard and couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Diane was so fucking horny knowing the bitch was about to drown.
She was amazed how fear could make someone hold their breath so long. She watched the delicious struggle underwater as the slut thrashed about. Bubbles finally exploded from the mouth, the stomach contracting as Revy screamed her breath away.
Diane saw the lungs give out at the same time the body arched. Now Revy was cumming and drowning. That’s when Diane cried out from an orgasm of her own as she jammed her fingers hard up her cunt.
Revy bucked and shuddered, hitching violently as she drowned painfully. But she still seemed to be experiencing that one last, mammoth orgasm. Her pussy contracted so hard that the buzzing dildo finally popped out of her spasming vagina.
Diane watched in delight as Revy finally settled down. Her struggling abruptly ceased as her body floated under the surface, still tethered to the four stakes. Her eyes stared up at the sky in lifeless horror, her mouth gaping open from her last attempt to get air.
Bubbles trickled up out of her nose… a couple more escaped out past her parted lips. She lay motionless save for a few sporadic muscle spasms, floating just off the sandy bottom with her arms and legs roped to the stakes. The dildo lay between her spread legs, thin threads of cum drifting out from her spent cunt.
“Now that’s what I call cumming and drowning!” Diane panted joyously. She had climaxed incredibly hard from the experience.
Now in water up past her knees, Diane turned away from her victim. Taking a deep breath, she dove out into the surf and took a leisurely swim. She needed to cool off from all that erotic excitement before going home.
The tide would probably wash the stakes away. Revy’s body might even be pulled out to sea with the receding tide, disappearing off the face of the earth. But before she left, she decided she should shove the dildo back into Revy’s pussy. After all, it probably meant a lot to the dead mercenary. Diane wanted to pass on that last act of kindness so that Revy and her toy could be together forever. She could at least do that much for the murderous slut…
© 2017 (written for Revy Jan 4 ’17 by riwa)
(Inspired by a Cap’n Rich story written in 1997 called Aja’s Revenge)
(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustration purposes only.)
rb1956
Lone Wolf
what a story!!!!
riwa
Governor
(Inspired by Tree's recent barbecuing posts and pictures)
Dude Ranch Barbecue
Dorothy had been watching the evening news when she got a knock on her door. It was her sister Emma from down the street. She had this incredulous look on her face as though something strange had happened.
“Hello, love,” Dorothy said with a smile.
“You’ll never believe what happened! I filled out some silly form for a contest, and you’ll never guess what happened!! I WON!!”
“Oh?” Dorothy replied, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “What did you win?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I won this trip to the American Southwest - all expenses paid for! I’m going to a dude ranch! I’ll get to ride horses and eat barbecue and EVERYTHING!”
Dorothy had to laugh. “I really don’t see you as the Western type, love,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “At least you’ll have a nice time.”
“But that’s just it!” Emma blurted out. “I don’t want to go alone! I’m allowed to take someone with me and I thought you might as well come along! Bloody hell, love; it’s all paid for! You might as well take a holiday from James and the kids! You could certainly use it! It’s only for a couple days! They fly you over to America and you stay at this dude ranch for a couple days and then they fly you back!”
“I don’t see me as being the Western type either, love,” Dorothy chuckled. “But you’re right about one thing: I could use a couple days to myself.” Then she wrinkled her nose as she added, “Can you see the two of us riding horses and spitting chewing tobacco?”
“Oh get serious, Dottie!” Emma said in exasperation. “Are you coming or not? It’s set for next week and I have just enough time to make arrangements! That should give you time to get a sitter for the kids so you can take a few days for yourself.”
Dorothy only had to think about it for a moment or two. She realized she could certainly use the time away. “Ok, love; you talked me into it!”
Emma gave her a hug, telling her she was looking forward to it. Besides, they hadn’t done anything as sisters lately. This promised to be quite an adventure together…
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A week later the two landed in New York where they caught a connecting flight to Phoenix. Dorothy still couldn’t believe how excited her sister was about the whole thing. At least being in the United States was proving to be an enjoyable experience.
They landed in Phoenix where a chauffeured limousine was waiting for them. Emma was thrilled while Dorothy was confused… “This is all for us?”
“Yes, ma’am,” their driver said, his speech giving away his Southwestern drawl. “I’ve been instructed to drive you both there in style.” Emma was heady with excitement while her sister still couldn’t believe the treatment they were getting.
There was champagne and appetizers awaiting them when they stepped inside. Dorothy nearly melted into the soft, cushioned seats. Emma beamed as she helped herself to a bottle chilling in a bucket of ice.
“What did I tell you!” she gushed, happily popping the cork and then pouring them both a drink. “I told you I won this contest, love!” All Dorothy could do was shake her head in amazement.
They helped themselves to drinks and hors d'oeuvres for the long drive. After awhile, both sisters became more than a little intoxicated. They giggled like schoolgirls, excited to be on the road to a real western dude ranch.
When they arrived they discovered the place was quite busy. There were vehicles in the parking lot from all over the country, the varied license plates representing numerous states. There were cowboys escorting female city slickers around, while over in a corral they could see tourists mounting horses for a ride around the ranch. The smell of barbecuing meat hung heavy in the air.
Dorothy was embarrassed she and her sister stood out like sore thumbs all dressed up in their English skirts and tops. But as the chauffer escorted them in through an opening in the fence, they saw people smiling cheerfully at them. Besides, their alcoholic intake had helped numb them sufficiently so that they were feeling no pain.
They were escorted through the milling crowd of cowboys, tourists and horses over to what appeared to be a sizeable barbecue pit. The smell of roasting meat was tantalizing, and it made Dorothy’s mouth water. “I could go for a little barbecue myself,” she told her sister with a chuckle.
“Welcome, ladies!” a man cheerfully proclaimed as he walked up to them. “I’m Mr. Hangtree.”
He was dressed in the typical western wear, a large apron indicating he was one of the cooks. Then he looked back and forth between them. “Who’s the winner of the contest?”
“That would be me,” Emma replied with a giggle, tapping her chest with a finger. “I brought my sister along.”
“Splendid!” the man responded happily, clapping his hands together. “As you can see, we’ve got the pits going and we’ve got quite a hungry crowd! This way, please!”
Dorothy and Emma followed him to two rather conspicuous tables. Dorothy thought it odd they hadn’t seen anything cooking in their immediate vicinity. But the air was heavy with the aroma of various kinds of roasting meats. So something was obviously cooking somewhere nearby.
She could make out the delicious aroma of poultry and beef… and was that ham she detected? There were other smells she couldn’t distinguish, a flavor of meat she could not identify. But she could easily smell the distinct aroma of charcoal and hickory which were obviously giving everything a wonderful seasoning.
Several people were standing around outside a fenced off area as though they had gathered to watch. There were whoops and hollers over the attractiveness of the two English guests. Emma blushed as Dorothy felt a pleasant warmth spread between her legs at all the attention they were getting, especially from the males.
All of the sudden two cowboys with long, metal poles stepped forward, much to the cheers of the gathering crowd. “I see the boys are ready, ladies,” Mr. Hangtree told them. “Now if you’ll get out of those clothes and onto the table, we can get started.”
“Out of our clothes?” Emma stammered in shock.
“Get started?” Dorothy blurted out in alarm as a chill ran down her spine. “Get started for what?”
“Why get started with the spitting, of course.” The crowd laughed and applauded at that.
“What?” Emma gasped nervously. She looked all around as though seeking an exit. But there were people everywhere with cowboys standing at the ready to lend a hand if necessary.
“I don’t understand!” Dorothy blurted out. Then she caught a glimpse of the roasting pits a short distance away. She blanched at what she saw…
Naked women were rotating on spits, metal poles impaling them from head to crotch.
“Bloody hell!” she gasped. Then she turned in alarm to her sister. “They’re going to barbecue us, love!”
“What? NO!” Emma blanched in horror. The crowd laughed again as Mr. Hangtree smiled at them.
“Well, ladies,” he told them. “We can do this the easy way… or we can do it the hard way. “It’s totally your choice, of course.” Other cowboys stepped closer as though indicating they were ready and willing if not downright eager to assist.
“Bloody hell!” Dorothy murmured to her sister. “What kind of a contest did you enter?? You just turned us into the afternoon meal!” Then she promptly wet herself.
“S-sorry, love!” Emma stammered. Then she nervously looked all around. When a couple of cowboys took another ominous step forward, she blurted out, “All right – all right; we’re getting undressed!”
Dorothy was red-faced as she began to work herself out of her skirt and blouse. There were more whoops and hollers… and from females as well as the males. “I hear British birds are good eatin’!” Some cowboy hollered out, causing the crowd to laugh and cheer. That’s when Dorothy’s sister Emma wet herself.
Both ladies finished undressing, self-consciously trying to cover their private parts as the milling crowd looked on with eagerness. They were instructed to climb onto the metal tables and lie on their backs. The surface wasn’t long enough to fully support them, causing their legs to bend at the knees as their heads hung over the ends of the tables.
“How about a last fuck?” a male spectator called out.
“Yeah; flavor the meat!” a female named Barb added with a laugh.
“All right, folks!” Mr. Hangtree agreed, summoning a couple cowboys to step forward. “Richard and Roland here have been working hard all day! I’d say they’ve earned a reward, wouldn’t you?”
There were more whoops, catcalls and applause as two cowboys stepped forward. Both of them shed their jeans, revealing rather noticeable erections. Dorothy and Emma couldn’t see them as their heads were tipped back. But they trembled with fright each time the crowd laughed and cheered.
Dorothy felt her cock first, gasping and whimpering as it started to push its way inside. “Hey; she’s already wet!” Richard proclaimed. Dorothy whimpered with embarrassment as he began to thrust in and out of her as she lay right there on the preparing table.
Next to her she heard her sister start to grunt from each thrust she was given. Dorothy turned her head to look over at her sister. She saw Emma all red-faced, an expression of shame and embarrassment in her features as she mewled from her fucking. “At least we’re getting one last shag, love” she whispered encouragingly to her.
She suddenly heard someone tell Mr. Hangtree to put their mouths to use since their heads were tipped back in such a tempting position. The cook said something unintelligible and Dorothy stiffened, whimpering as her pussy was royally fucked. Then she thought she heard two more zippers as the crowd cheered again.
A cock suddenly appeared within her line of sight. Resigning herself to her fate, Dorothy dutifully opened her mouth. “Hey, she wants her last protein shake!” a watchful cowboy called out to the crowd, eliciting more laughter.
Dorothy grunted and gurgled, her body rocking from a cock in each end. She tried to look over at her sister but she couldn’t see her very well. It was embarrassing as hell, being fucked in both ends while what felt like the whole bloody United States looked on!
All of the sudden she felt the cock in her pussy explode, filling her with a satisfying warmth. It was too much for her overly excited, humiliated body to take. Dorothy screamed into the cock in her mouth as she orgasmed shamefully on her table.
“Give ‘em a few more; we’ve got plenty of time!” a spectator with that southwestern drawl called out. There was more laughter and cheers. The cock pulled out of Dorothy’s pussy, only to be replaced by another.
It was horrifying; it was embarrassing; it was humiliating as hell! They were being prepared for slaughter by being fucked in both ends! Then the cock went off in her mouth, leaving cum dripping down her face and into her eyes before a second cock replaced the first one.
It seemed like their fucking lasted forever, although it probably wasn’t more than a good thirty minutes. Dorothy even heard her sister cry out in orgasm a couple of times! It was erotic as hell, and it was enough to trigger a second climax of her own.
It happened without warning while she still had a cock in her mouth. One minute she was being throat-fucked, the next her pussy was being filled with hard steel. Hands suddenly grabbed her arms and legs to hold her in place while others pushed down on her sides. She hadn’t even heard them make an announcement or anything!
All of the sudden she heard a muffled scream from her sister. She managed to glance over enough to see the poor thing writhing like crazy with yet another cock forced into her mouth. Several cowboys were holding her down to steady her. But she could just make out Mr. Hangtree forcing a pole in between her legs.
Dorothy felt a painful rupture inside her; the pole had penetrated her cervix. The agony was horrific and she screamed anew. Then she understood why her sister was writhing around as all those hands pushed down to steady her. She was going through a similar torture, and she writhed against the hands that sought to steady her.
The pain pushed into her stomach, moving around inside like an alien invader. Then she felt it start up her esophagus. Dorothy began to writhe anew, coughing as she instinctively tried to fight against the metallic invader that seemed to want to kill her from the inside out.
All of the sudden Emma’s screams became all too clear as the cock left its deposit in her mouth and then withdrew. Then she was gagging and gurgling as though she was choking to death. Dorothy could hear the sadistic crowd cheering the whole time as her own pole began to gag her from the inside.
Her sister’s cries were reduced to muffled grunts, her naked body spasming in anguish. Then Dorothy glanced over just in time to see the tip of the metal pole emerge out of her sister’s mouth, forcing her head to tip way back. It was strangely arousing in a horrific sort of way.
She felt a new pain as the spit pushed through her throat. Dorothy felt it forcing her head back. Then she stared in absolute horror as the metal tip slowly emerged out of her mouth to the cheers of the gathered spectators.
She became numb with shock, and things got a little fuzzy from there. She though she heard something about removing pussy hair, although she couldn’t be sure. Then she felt an agonizing flame scorching her cunt. She writhed in agony as she tried to scream, wondering how the hell she could still be alive through all this!
She could no longer see her sister, but she could definitely make out the sounds of her suffering, hear the sound of the torch as it burned away Emma’s crotch hair. She heard her sister trying to scream, could hear her wriggling and writhing in grunts of agony on the table. Then a cheer went up from the crowd as her own pole was lifted up.
Dorothy was rolled over facing downward on the table, her head looking straight out. Seeing the spit protruding out of her mouth was an unnerving experience. Her body had no way to process what was happening to her, resulting in much dizziness and nausea. But she couldn’t even vomit despite feeling her stomach heave.
She eventually felt her arms being tied behind her back with some sort of metal or wire or something. Then her ankles were secured to the pole. Bloody hell; this was humiliating.
When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she heard someone make some comment about an anal stabilizer. She felt cold metal push up her bum and she shudder as she cried out, much to the amusement of the gathered spectators. She hear a similar muffled cry from her sister, indicating she’d received the same treatment.
A cowboy stepped in front of her and politely tipped his hat… “Ma’am. Then he grasped the front end of her pole. Dorothy was lifted up off the table to the cheers of the crowd.
It was disorienting being carried along fully impaled by a metallic pole. She had a feeling of falling as her body had no way to process the sensation of being carried along fully spitted. She grunted each time the pole bounced from her handlers taking another step.
The barbecue pit came fully into her line of vision, and her eyes flew open in horror. Truly there were several females already roasting, some with body parts having already been sliced off. It was bloody horrific… and she and her sister were about to join them!
She was placed on a set of metal posts that stuck up out of the ground, the ends in the shape of a V to hold each end of her pole. Next to her she could barely make out the form of her sister Emma being placed upon a similar set of posts. There was activity at her feet, as though they were making some sort of attachment to her pole.
She grunted in horror as pieces of aromatic wood and bark were spread out below her. Some sort of oil was sprinkled upon the wood, supposedly to help it all burn uniformly. She was numb all over, her mind trying to process how this could be happening to them.
“Light ‘em up, boys!” she heard Mr. Hangtree declare. The next thing she saw was a flaming piece of wood thrown onto her kindling. It caught with a whoosh, and she screamed into the pole protruding out of her mouth. Then she began to rotate over the inferno below, twisting face up and then face down as she went around and around.
Dorothy screamed and screamed from the flames hungrily lapping her body. Next to her she got hazy glances of Emma twisting and suffering and grunting, fully impaled upon her own spit. The two English sisters rotated together, muscles twitching and bodies writhing.
Dorothy cried out from the never-ending flames leaping up to caress her naked flesh. She suddenly shuddered, letting out a muffled cry from an involuntary orgasm. She could not help herself, and she heard a sudden sizzle when she wet herself, her spray hitting the flames below.
She heard the anguished grunts of her sister roasting next to her, getting an occasional horrific glance at her. Then everything in her line of sight slowly retracted all around her until all that she knew - all that was left of her world - were the flames and her suffering and the smell of barbecuing meat. Her senses continued to spiral inward until she finally succumbed to the shock and the heat of a good old fashioned, southwestern barbecue…
© 2015; 2017 (written for Dorothy Jan 8 ’15; ed. Jan 26 ’17 by riwa)
Dude Ranch Barbecue
Dorothy had been watching the evening news when she got a knock on her door. It was her sister Emma from down the street. She had this incredulous look on her face as though something strange had happened.
“Hello, love,” Dorothy said with a smile.
“You’ll never believe what happened! I filled out some silly form for a contest, and you’ll never guess what happened!! I WON!!”
“Oh?” Dorothy replied, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “What did you win?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I won this trip to the American Southwest - all expenses paid for! I’m going to a dude ranch! I’ll get to ride horses and eat barbecue and EVERYTHING!”
Dorothy had to laugh. “I really don’t see you as the Western type, love,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “At least you’ll have a nice time.”
“But that’s just it!” Emma blurted out. “I don’t want to go alone! I’m allowed to take someone with me and I thought you might as well come along! Bloody hell, love; it’s all paid for! You might as well take a holiday from James and the kids! You could certainly use it! It’s only for a couple days! They fly you over to America and you stay at this dude ranch for a couple days and then they fly you back!”
“I don’t see me as being the Western type either, love,” Dorothy chuckled. “But you’re right about one thing: I could use a couple days to myself.” Then she wrinkled her nose as she added, “Can you see the two of us riding horses and spitting chewing tobacco?”
“Oh get serious, Dottie!” Emma said in exasperation. “Are you coming or not? It’s set for next week and I have just enough time to make arrangements! That should give you time to get a sitter for the kids so you can take a few days for yourself.”
Dorothy only had to think about it for a moment or two. She realized she could certainly use the time away. “Ok, love; you talked me into it!”
Emma gave her a hug, telling her she was looking forward to it. Besides, they hadn’t done anything as sisters lately. This promised to be quite an adventure together…
--
A week later the two landed in New York where they caught a connecting flight to Phoenix. Dorothy still couldn’t believe how excited her sister was about the whole thing. At least being in the United States was proving to be an enjoyable experience.
They landed in Phoenix where a chauffeured limousine was waiting for them. Emma was thrilled while Dorothy was confused… “This is all for us?”
“Yes, ma’am,” their driver said, his speech giving away his Southwestern drawl. “I’ve been instructed to drive you both there in style.” Emma was heady with excitement while her sister still couldn’t believe the treatment they were getting.
There was champagne and appetizers awaiting them when they stepped inside. Dorothy nearly melted into the soft, cushioned seats. Emma beamed as she helped herself to a bottle chilling in a bucket of ice.
“What did I tell you!” she gushed, happily popping the cork and then pouring them both a drink. “I told you I won this contest, love!” All Dorothy could do was shake her head in amazement.
They helped themselves to drinks and hors d'oeuvres for the long drive. After awhile, both sisters became more than a little intoxicated. They giggled like schoolgirls, excited to be on the road to a real western dude ranch.
When they arrived they discovered the place was quite busy. There were vehicles in the parking lot from all over the country, the varied license plates representing numerous states. There were cowboys escorting female city slickers around, while over in a corral they could see tourists mounting horses for a ride around the ranch. The smell of barbecuing meat hung heavy in the air.
Dorothy was embarrassed she and her sister stood out like sore thumbs all dressed up in their English skirts and tops. But as the chauffer escorted them in through an opening in the fence, they saw people smiling cheerfully at them. Besides, their alcoholic intake had helped numb them sufficiently so that they were feeling no pain.
They were escorted through the milling crowd of cowboys, tourists and horses over to what appeared to be a sizeable barbecue pit. The smell of roasting meat was tantalizing, and it made Dorothy’s mouth water. “I could go for a little barbecue myself,” she told her sister with a chuckle.
“Welcome, ladies!” a man cheerfully proclaimed as he walked up to them. “I’m Mr. Hangtree.”
He was dressed in the typical western wear, a large apron indicating he was one of the cooks. Then he looked back and forth between them. “Who’s the winner of the contest?”
“That would be me,” Emma replied with a giggle, tapping her chest with a finger. “I brought my sister along.”
“Splendid!” the man responded happily, clapping his hands together. “As you can see, we’ve got the pits going and we’ve got quite a hungry crowd! This way, please!”
Dorothy and Emma followed him to two rather conspicuous tables. Dorothy thought it odd they hadn’t seen anything cooking in their immediate vicinity. But the air was heavy with the aroma of various kinds of roasting meats. So something was obviously cooking somewhere nearby.
She could make out the delicious aroma of poultry and beef… and was that ham she detected? There were other smells she couldn’t distinguish, a flavor of meat she could not identify. But she could easily smell the distinct aroma of charcoal and hickory which were obviously giving everything a wonderful seasoning.
Several people were standing around outside a fenced off area as though they had gathered to watch. There were whoops and hollers over the attractiveness of the two English guests. Emma blushed as Dorothy felt a pleasant warmth spread between her legs at all the attention they were getting, especially from the males.
All of the sudden two cowboys with long, metal poles stepped forward, much to the cheers of the gathering crowd. “I see the boys are ready, ladies,” Mr. Hangtree told them. “Now if you’ll get out of those clothes and onto the table, we can get started.”
“Out of our clothes?” Emma stammered in shock.
“Get started?” Dorothy blurted out in alarm as a chill ran down her spine. “Get started for what?”
“Why get started with the spitting, of course.” The crowd laughed and applauded at that.
“What?” Emma gasped nervously. She looked all around as though seeking an exit. But there were people everywhere with cowboys standing at the ready to lend a hand if necessary.
“I don’t understand!” Dorothy blurted out. Then she caught a glimpse of the roasting pits a short distance away. She blanched at what she saw…
Naked women were rotating on spits, metal poles impaling them from head to crotch.
“Bloody hell!” she gasped. Then she turned in alarm to her sister. “They’re going to barbecue us, love!”
“What? NO!” Emma blanched in horror. The crowd laughed again as Mr. Hangtree smiled at them.
“Well, ladies,” he told them. “We can do this the easy way… or we can do it the hard way. “It’s totally your choice, of course.” Other cowboys stepped closer as though indicating they were ready and willing if not downright eager to assist.
“Bloody hell!” Dorothy murmured to her sister. “What kind of a contest did you enter?? You just turned us into the afternoon meal!” Then she promptly wet herself.
“S-sorry, love!” Emma stammered. Then she nervously looked all around. When a couple of cowboys took another ominous step forward, she blurted out, “All right – all right; we’re getting undressed!”
Dorothy was red-faced as she began to work herself out of her skirt and blouse. There were more whoops and hollers… and from females as well as the males. “I hear British birds are good eatin’!” Some cowboy hollered out, causing the crowd to laugh and cheer. That’s when Dorothy’s sister Emma wet herself.
Both ladies finished undressing, self-consciously trying to cover their private parts as the milling crowd looked on with eagerness. They were instructed to climb onto the metal tables and lie on their backs. The surface wasn’t long enough to fully support them, causing their legs to bend at the knees as their heads hung over the ends of the tables.
“How about a last fuck?” a male spectator called out.
“Yeah; flavor the meat!” a female named Barb added with a laugh.
“All right, folks!” Mr. Hangtree agreed, summoning a couple cowboys to step forward. “Richard and Roland here have been working hard all day! I’d say they’ve earned a reward, wouldn’t you?”
There were more whoops, catcalls and applause as two cowboys stepped forward. Both of them shed their jeans, revealing rather noticeable erections. Dorothy and Emma couldn’t see them as their heads were tipped back. But they trembled with fright each time the crowd laughed and cheered.
Dorothy felt her cock first, gasping and whimpering as it started to push its way inside. “Hey; she’s already wet!” Richard proclaimed. Dorothy whimpered with embarrassment as he began to thrust in and out of her as she lay right there on the preparing table.
Next to her she heard her sister start to grunt from each thrust she was given. Dorothy turned her head to look over at her sister. She saw Emma all red-faced, an expression of shame and embarrassment in her features as she mewled from her fucking. “At least we’re getting one last shag, love” she whispered encouragingly to her.
She suddenly heard someone tell Mr. Hangtree to put their mouths to use since their heads were tipped back in such a tempting position. The cook said something unintelligible and Dorothy stiffened, whimpering as her pussy was royally fucked. Then she thought she heard two more zippers as the crowd cheered again.
A cock suddenly appeared within her line of sight. Resigning herself to her fate, Dorothy dutifully opened her mouth. “Hey, she wants her last protein shake!” a watchful cowboy called out to the crowd, eliciting more laughter.
Dorothy grunted and gurgled, her body rocking from a cock in each end. She tried to look over at her sister but she couldn’t see her very well. It was embarrassing as hell, being fucked in both ends while what felt like the whole bloody United States looked on!
All of the sudden she felt the cock in her pussy explode, filling her with a satisfying warmth. It was too much for her overly excited, humiliated body to take. Dorothy screamed into the cock in her mouth as she orgasmed shamefully on her table.
“Give ‘em a few more; we’ve got plenty of time!” a spectator with that southwestern drawl called out. There was more laughter and cheers. The cock pulled out of Dorothy’s pussy, only to be replaced by another.
It was horrifying; it was embarrassing; it was humiliating as hell! They were being prepared for slaughter by being fucked in both ends! Then the cock went off in her mouth, leaving cum dripping down her face and into her eyes before a second cock replaced the first one.
It seemed like their fucking lasted forever, although it probably wasn’t more than a good thirty minutes. Dorothy even heard her sister cry out in orgasm a couple of times! It was erotic as hell, and it was enough to trigger a second climax of her own.
It happened without warning while she still had a cock in her mouth. One minute she was being throat-fucked, the next her pussy was being filled with hard steel. Hands suddenly grabbed her arms and legs to hold her in place while others pushed down on her sides. She hadn’t even heard them make an announcement or anything!
All of the sudden she heard a muffled scream from her sister. She managed to glance over enough to see the poor thing writhing like crazy with yet another cock forced into her mouth. Several cowboys were holding her down to steady her. But she could just make out Mr. Hangtree forcing a pole in between her legs.
Dorothy felt a painful rupture inside her; the pole had penetrated her cervix. The agony was horrific and she screamed anew. Then she understood why her sister was writhing around as all those hands pushed down to steady her. She was going through a similar torture, and she writhed against the hands that sought to steady her.
The pain pushed into her stomach, moving around inside like an alien invader. Then she felt it start up her esophagus. Dorothy began to writhe anew, coughing as she instinctively tried to fight against the metallic invader that seemed to want to kill her from the inside out.
All of the sudden Emma’s screams became all too clear as the cock left its deposit in her mouth and then withdrew. Then she was gagging and gurgling as though she was choking to death. Dorothy could hear the sadistic crowd cheering the whole time as her own pole began to gag her from the inside.
Her sister’s cries were reduced to muffled grunts, her naked body spasming in anguish. Then Dorothy glanced over just in time to see the tip of the metal pole emerge out of her sister’s mouth, forcing her head to tip way back. It was strangely arousing in a horrific sort of way.
She felt a new pain as the spit pushed through her throat. Dorothy felt it forcing her head back. Then she stared in absolute horror as the metal tip slowly emerged out of her mouth to the cheers of the gathered spectators.
She became numb with shock, and things got a little fuzzy from there. She though she heard something about removing pussy hair, although she couldn’t be sure. Then she felt an agonizing flame scorching her cunt. She writhed in agony as she tried to scream, wondering how the hell she could still be alive through all this!
She could no longer see her sister, but she could definitely make out the sounds of her suffering, hear the sound of the torch as it burned away Emma’s crotch hair. She heard her sister trying to scream, could hear her wriggling and writhing in grunts of agony on the table. Then a cheer went up from the crowd as her own pole was lifted up.
Dorothy was rolled over facing downward on the table, her head looking straight out. Seeing the spit protruding out of her mouth was an unnerving experience. Her body had no way to process what was happening to her, resulting in much dizziness and nausea. But she couldn’t even vomit despite feeling her stomach heave.
She eventually felt her arms being tied behind her back with some sort of metal or wire or something. Then her ankles were secured to the pole. Bloody hell; this was humiliating.
When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she heard someone make some comment about an anal stabilizer. She felt cold metal push up her bum and she shudder as she cried out, much to the amusement of the gathered spectators. She hear a similar muffled cry from her sister, indicating she’d received the same treatment.
A cowboy stepped in front of her and politely tipped his hat… “Ma’am. Then he grasped the front end of her pole. Dorothy was lifted up off the table to the cheers of the crowd.
It was disorienting being carried along fully impaled by a metallic pole. She had a feeling of falling as her body had no way to process the sensation of being carried along fully spitted. She grunted each time the pole bounced from her handlers taking another step.
The barbecue pit came fully into her line of vision, and her eyes flew open in horror. Truly there were several females already roasting, some with body parts having already been sliced off. It was bloody horrific… and she and her sister were about to join them!
She was placed on a set of metal posts that stuck up out of the ground, the ends in the shape of a V to hold each end of her pole. Next to her she could barely make out the form of her sister Emma being placed upon a similar set of posts. There was activity at her feet, as though they were making some sort of attachment to her pole.
She grunted in horror as pieces of aromatic wood and bark were spread out below her. Some sort of oil was sprinkled upon the wood, supposedly to help it all burn uniformly. She was numb all over, her mind trying to process how this could be happening to them.
“Light ‘em up, boys!” she heard Mr. Hangtree declare. The next thing she saw was a flaming piece of wood thrown onto her kindling. It caught with a whoosh, and she screamed into the pole protruding out of her mouth. Then she began to rotate over the inferno below, twisting face up and then face down as she went around and around.
Dorothy screamed and screamed from the flames hungrily lapping her body. Next to her she got hazy glances of Emma twisting and suffering and grunting, fully impaled upon her own spit. The two English sisters rotated together, muscles twitching and bodies writhing.
Dorothy cried out from the never-ending flames leaping up to caress her naked flesh. She suddenly shuddered, letting out a muffled cry from an involuntary orgasm. She could not help herself, and she heard a sudden sizzle when she wet herself, her spray hitting the flames below.
She heard the anguished grunts of her sister roasting next to her, getting an occasional horrific glance at her. Then everything in her line of sight slowly retracted all around her until all that she knew - all that was left of her world - were the flames and her suffering and the smell of barbecuing meat. Her senses continued to spiral inward until she finally succumbed to the shock and the heat of a good old fashioned, southwestern barbecue…
© 2015; 2017 (written for Dorothy Jan 8 ’15; ed. Jan 26 ’17 by riwa)
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh I Like It Got Me Really Away With The Fairies
Great Story Riwa
Great Story Riwa
riwa
Governor
Dolcett Dottie, eh? That name sort of rolls trippingly off the tongue, don't it?Well done. Dolcett Dottie without pictures
That could earn her a whole new fanbase.
riwa
Governor
You didn't? I don't recall if it was spoken in a southern drawl. And I don't recollect if it was you saying those words or another Barb. After all, I did not check the identity of the other ladies cooking in the pits. So it is entirely possible you might have been "somewhere else" at the time.“Yeah; flavor the meat!” a female named Barb added with a laugh."
I didn't!!!!!
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Oh Shit!!!!!!!You didn't? I don't recall if it was spoken in a southern drawl. And I don't recollect if it was you saying those words or another Barb. After all, I did not check the identity of the other ladies cooking in the pits. So it is entirely possible you might have been "somewhere else" at the time.
“Yeah; flavor the meat!” a female named Barb added with a laugh."
I didn't!!!!!
You didn't? I don't recall if it was spoken in a southern drawl. And I don't recollect if it was you saying those words or another Barb. After all, I did not check the identity of the other ladies cooking in the pits. So it is entirely possible you might have been "somewhere else" at the time.
nah, it was a trans guy in a dress named Bob
riwa
Governor
Bob... Barb... yes, it is possible... it would be an easy enough mistake to make, especially with that southern drawl if it was distinct enough.nah, it was a trans guy in a dress named Bob
riwa
Governor
I was happy when she invited our group to come strip for her. The money was good as Miss Lucy was a very wealthy woman. It was an honor to be chosen to dance before her.
When I arrived and witnessed her for the first time, I was immediately captivated by her beauty. Her emerald eyes held me in their sway whenever she looked at me. But I could tell I was just another stripper to her.
I danced and gyrated along with all the others. I gave my all for her. But she picked out another one and then sent the rest of us home.
I found out later what she did to that other one. She took her down to a private room and hanged her to death. The idea of dying frightened me. But strangely I was jealous Tamalia was allowed to be in her presence during those last few hours of her life.
Miss Lucy did not call for us for a long time, and I despaired of ever seeing her again. Then once more we were summoned to dance before her. This time I did not know how to respond.
We went before her and stripped naked, twirling and gyrating and dancing for her enjoyment. Again I was captivated by those eyes. But my performance was not as crisp. Maybe I was afraid of being chosen.
She picked out another and sent the rest of us home. Again I heard later what happened. She played with that woman’s body before hanging her. And I was both jealous and frightened.
It was weeks before we were once more called upon to display our wares to her. I knew what the price would be if I pleased her. But I did not want to die. So again my performance was lacking.
At the end of our dance, she chose yet another, a girl named Salene. This time Brecca was allowed to witness the events afterwards. She reported later what happened in the presence of Miss Lucy.
Salene was strangled with a rope. Miss Lucy was pleased at the way she gasped. And she was even more pleased when Salene orgasmed for her during asphyxiation.
She was choked as they made love together. Then Salene was strung up with a rope. Miss Lucy played with her body before hanging her. Then she played with the body after death.
At first Becca’s report frightened me. But I could not get those piercing emerald eyes out of my mind. I could tell right away when she found favor with someone by the way they lit up. But so far she had not picked me. I did not know whether to feel sad or relieved.
The next time we were summoned, we were permitted to dine at her table before our performance. I wanted to speak with her, but I could not find my voice. She was too beautiful, and I was shy and felt unworthy.
Once more we danced. This time I put more effort into my performance. I was not as afraid to be chosen. Maybe I wanted her to pick me. But she chose another.
Afterwards I felt guilty for my cowardice at not giving her my all. She deserved my very best. And if she chose me, it was because she wanted me and my body. Wasn’t that a great honor to be chosen?
I secretly met with Becca who I could talk more openly with. I explained to her my feelings for Miss Lucy. She asked why I did not give my all during my performances. I told her I was both shy and frightened, but that I was overcoming my fears. Now I wanted to know what Miss Lucy expected during her one-on-one time with the girls she chose.
Becca told me, “She wants a girl who will orgasm when she is asphyxiated, Jiko. She wants a girl who will give her all to her.”
“Salene… Tamalia… Dorona… did they not give their all?”
“They did not give their all, Jiko. But they gave enough.”
I looked at Becca as I gathered my courage. She noticed my change of expression. “Jiko, you seem determined about something.”
“I am, Becca. I want you to show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me all Miss Lucy seeks in a stripper…”
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Weeks went by. Becca both frightened and aroused me as she took me through my paces. I was choked, strangled, and very nearly drowned. But in my mind all I could think about was dancing and performing for Miss Lucy.
It was not enough I could not breathe. I had to respond as a woman in rapture. The idea frightened me, but my obsession with Miss Lucy overcame my fears.
Becca trained my body until I learned to cum from asphyxiation. It was amazing. The fear and the breathlessness took me to new heights of pleasure. But Becca always reminded me the pleasure was for Miss Lucy to savor.
My mind still wavered over giving myself completely to her. But the idea of me providing pleasure for her became overwhelming. I was reaching the point where I was willing to die for Miss Lucy if she would greatly enjoy herself.
I finally reached the point where I was ready to give myself to her. But she did not call on our group anymore. My heart sank when I realized Miss Lucy had moved on to calling on other groups of strippers.
The rest of us in my company were not worthy. And most of the others were greatly relieved. But I realized I might never see her again. I was in despair.
I made my decision and went to Becca. I begged her to get me an audience with Miss Lucy. I would strip for her alone.
“Do you realize what you are asking, Jiko?”
“I do,” I replied. “Becca, please make this happen.”
“On what day, Jiko?”
“Make it Valentine’s Day, Becca. It will prove how much I want to give myself to her.”
“Do you love her, Jiko?”
“Enough to give myself fully to her, even if it means my life.”
“Then I will see what I can arrange…”
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I waited anxiously for word, but none came. The day drew closer. Had Becca made the attempt? Or had I been denied?
She contacted me the night before. She said she had gone to great trouble to get me an audience with Miss Lucy the next day. I told her how grateful I was. Then I willed her all my possessions as my way of saying thanks. Becca was moved to tears, and we hugged as true friends.
I was trembling as I was taken to Miss Lucy. It was only to be me and no one else. Becca made up my hair and bathed me in scented oils so I could smell fragrant for my beloved executioner.
I waited breathlessly outside her door, my whole body trembling. I tried to calm myself. After all, I was giving the most important performance of my life.
Her voice bid me enter and I stepped inside. Her radiant beauty returned my shyness and timidity back to me. But I was resolute to dance for her.
I bowed low when I made my entrance. Then I began to move gracefully across the floor, waving a veil. One by one the garments came off.
The longer I danced, the more confident I became. Her presence still intimidated me. But I had trained well.
Those emerald eyes bore into me, causing my heart to flutter. But I danced like a woman possessed. I showed her every part of my body, even running my veil through my dripping sex. Then I wrapped it around my neck.
I danced closer as I pulled on both ends, slowly strangling myself. The natural fear added to my arousal. But my clever dance was rewarded by a look of great interest in those emerald eyes.
My dance reached a fever pitch as I approached the climax. Then I pulled hard on both ends as I slid to my knees before her. I shuddered in orgasm as I saw stars. Then my inability to breathe caused me to lose both ends of the veil around my neck.
I panted for breath as I looked up at her. She gave me a look as a hungering predator. It made me shiver with fear and desire.
“I have seen you dance before, Jiko. But never have I seen this. I was through with you and your company.”
I swallowed the butterflies in my stomach as I grasped both ends of my veil. Then I placed them in her hands. My voice croaked as I spoke the words, “Miss Lucy, I give my life to you.”
She took both ends and started to pull. I felt both fear and a great arousal that Miss Lucy was strangling me. It lit a fire within me.
My nipples were hard, my pussy wet and glistening. I rasped as I tried to breathe. Then I shuddered in orgasm as I wet her floor from my climax.
She eased her grip on both ends of the veil as she came closer. Then she kissed me as she pulled on both ends again. I swooned at the taste of her lips upon mine, lips as fine as the sweetest of wines.
She pulled hard, still kissing me until I saw stars. Then I must have passed out. When I awakened she was all over me, kissing me everywhere as her hands roamed my body.
I swooned again as she allowed me to undress her. I caressed her heaving mounds, savored her erect nipples and tasted her wetness down below. It was a most incredible experience.
She took me to her bedroom where we made sweet love. Then she choked me as she kissed my lips. I shuddered as I climaxed all over her bed. But she did not seem to mind.
“Jiko, do you still give yourself to me?”
“Yes, Miss Lucy.” That’s when she choked me so hard I thought I would never breathe again as my orgasm soaked both her and the bed.
When I regained my senses, she allowed me to feast on her womanly treasures. I made her cum many times. Then she straddled me, wrapping the veil around my throat and strangling me as she rode me.
She humped against my crotch with her pussy as she pulled tightly on my veil, making me pass out again and again. It was heavenly. But there was just the right amount of fear to make it all the sweeter.
We finally stopped for a meal. Her servants tended to us in her bed with the best wine and most succulent of food. Then we made love again.
She looked at me as we panted from our latest love-making. Then she gave me this look which almost frightened me. “Jiko, do you still want to give your all to me?”
“Heart and soul, Miss Lucy,” I replied in a trembling voice. “That is why I am here.”
She rose up and brought me to my feet. Then she took my veil and tied my wrists behind my back with it. I gasped as my nipples hardened.
She escorted me down to her special room. The noose was already set up, a small stool directly underneath. I found myself panting for breath as I gazed upon it, my pussy dripping like crazy.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now, Jiko?” I shook my head, deciding I would allow her to say the words.
“I’m going to hang you, Jiko. I’m going to noose you up and play with your body. Then I’m going to hang you. Afterwards, I will play with your dead body.”
My heart was in my throat. I was very wet, my nipples hard as they had ever been. But I said nothing.
She fingered me, noticing how aroused I’d become. “You want this, don’t you, Jiko.” My head nodded almost imperceptibly.
She roughly forced me over to the stool and made me climb upon it. “You’re going to cum for me as you hang, aren’t you, Jiko.” Again my head nodded almost imperceptibly.
I was both frightened and aroused, my pussy dripping copiously. She draped the noose around my neck before tightening it. I could tell how thick and hard it was. It meant I would suffer for a long time.
She rubbed my naked, quivering body all over as I panted for breath. She fingered me, forcing little mewling sounds out of my throat. A hard thrust up into my clenching snatch caused me to orgasm right there in front of her.
She kissed me lovingly as she caressed me all over. “I think I’m going to enjoy you most of all, Jiko.” It was like music to my ears, the greatest of compliments.
She tightened the noose even more until I was standing upon my toes. She fingered my cunt, and I orgasmed again. My body felt like I was electrically charged.
“This is the greatest present anyone could ever give me, Jiko,” she breathed before sucking on my nipples. She reached up and kissed my lips one last time. Then she put her fingers into my pussy and pulled me off the stool… “Come. Hang for me, my beloved Jiko.”
I lost the stool, the noose taking my full weight. Almost immediately I began cumming from my asphyxiation. Miss Lucy gasped with delight before rushing forward, pulling my legs apart and feasting on my dripping treasures.
I grunted as I thrust my hips, trying to jerk my legs out of her grasp. Then I was cumming again as her tongue tasted me. My breasts bounced as I thrust my chest out in orgasm.
She let me hang as she retrieved a toy. She shoved it hard inside me and I jerked as I orgasmed again. She loved seeing my dying body react in pleasure to the constriction of the noose.
I don’t know how long I suffered. But it became harder and harder to breathe. She sucked my nipples; she licked my pussy; and she rammed that toy deep inside me until I was stuck in what felt like a never-ending climax.
I was barely conscious when I finally exhausted myself. Miss Lucy fingered me until I jerked and twitched. She sucked my nipples and caressed my body until I quivered. Then my vision dimmed around the edges until I could no longer see.
I was dimly aware of a tongue in my twat. Hands groped my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples. I barely jerked from one last orgasm as my consciousness finally spiraled away………..
I never thought this one was into it. She always seemed timid and shy. Imagine my surprise when I learned she desired to put on a special performance for me.
At first I didn’t believe her. But I decided to humor her. What really got my attention was when she strangled herself during her stripper dance.
She truly gave herself to me, allowing me to choke and strangle her time and time again. Each time seemed more arousing than the last. We made exquisite love in my bedroom, both knowing she would soon be hanging for me.
I finally could not stand it anymore. I had to take her down and string her up. She went willingly, her arousal an indication she was looking forward to hanging. There was just enough fear and trepidation to make the scene all the sweeter.
She hanged wonderfully, cumming and orgasming in the noose like I had never seen before. It was as though she’d trained herself for that very moment. She was far better than any of the girls I had hanged up ‘til that moment.
She took longer to hang, but she offered no complaint. On the contrary, she could not seem to stop cumming for me. No matter what I did to her, she kept orgasming in that wonderful noose.
I kissed her lips and sucked her nipples long after she was gone. But her body still responded as though she was trying to cum for me. Forcing the toy up her pussy again and again made her jerk wonderfully. It made me have to lick her out once more to savor the flavor of her gift to me.
I caressed and kissed and fucked that dead body for a couple of hours. Then I took her down and straddled her, removing her veil from her secured wrists so I could strangle her again. I almost believe she climaxed for me one last time.
It was the best Valentine’s Day gift I have ever received, before or sense…
© 2017 (written for JikoSeiai Feb 21 ’17 by riwa)
When I arrived and witnessed her for the first time, I was immediately captivated by her beauty. Her emerald eyes held me in their sway whenever she looked at me. But I could tell I was just another stripper to her.
I danced and gyrated along with all the others. I gave my all for her. But she picked out another one and then sent the rest of us home.
I found out later what she did to that other one. She took her down to a private room and hanged her to death. The idea of dying frightened me. But strangely I was jealous Tamalia was allowed to be in her presence during those last few hours of her life.
Miss Lucy did not call for us for a long time, and I despaired of ever seeing her again. Then once more we were summoned to dance before her. This time I did not know how to respond.
We went before her and stripped naked, twirling and gyrating and dancing for her enjoyment. Again I was captivated by those eyes. But my performance was not as crisp. Maybe I was afraid of being chosen.
She picked out another and sent the rest of us home. Again I heard later what happened. She played with that woman’s body before hanging her. And I was both jealous and frightened.
It was weeks before we were once more called upon to display our wares to her. I knew what the price would be if I pleased her. But I did not want to die. So again my performance was lacking.
At the end of our dance, she chose yet another, a girl named Salene. This time Brecca was allowed to witness the events afterwards. She reported later what happened in the presence of Miss Lucy.
Salene was strangled with a rope. Miss Lucy was pleased at the way she gasped. And she was even more pleased when Salene orgasmed for her during asphyxiation.
She was choked as they made love together. Then Salene was strung up with a rope. Miss Lucy played with her body before hanging her. Then she played with the body after death.
At first Becca’s report frightened me. But I could not get those piercing emerald eyes out of my mind. I could tell right away when she found favor with someone by the way they lit up. But so far she had not picked me. I did not know whether to feel sad or relieved.
The next time we were summoned, we were permitted to dine at her table before our performance. I wanted to speak with her, but I could not find my voice. She was too beautiful, and I was shy and felt unworthy.
Once more we danced. This time I put more effort into my performance. I was not as afraid to be chosen. Maybe I wanted her to pick me. But she chose another.
Afterwards I felt guilty for my cowardice at not giving her my all. She deserved my very best. And if she chose me, it was because she wanted me and my body. Wasn’t that a great honor to be chosen?
I secretly met with Becca who I could talk more openly with. I explained to her my feelings for Miss Lucy. She asked why I did not give my all during my performances. I told her I was both shy and frightened, but that I was overcoming my fears. Now I wanted to know what Miss Lucy expected during her one-on-one time with the girls she chose.
Becca told me, “She wants a girl who will orgasm when she is asphyxiated, Jiko. She wants a girl who will give her all to her.”
“Salene… Tamalia… Dorona… did they not give their all?”
“They did not give their all, Jiko. But they gave enough.”
I looked at Becca as I gathered my courage. She noticed my change of expression. “Jiko, you seem determined about something.”
“I am, Becca. I want you to show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me all Miss Lucy seeks in a stripper…”
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Weeks went by. Becca both frightened and aroused me as she took me through my paces. I was choked, strangled, and very nearly drowned. But in my mind all I could think about was dancing and performing for Miss Lucy.
It was not enough I could not breathe. I had to respond as a woman in rapture. The idea frightened me, but my obsession with Miss Lucy overcame my fears.
Becca trained my body until I learned to cum from asphyxiation. It was amazing. The fear and the breathlessness took me to new heights of pleasure. But Becca always reminded me the pleasure was for Miss Lucy to savor.
My mind still wavered over giving myself completely to her. But the idea of me providing pleasure for her became overwhelming. I was reaching the point where I was willing to die for Miss Lucy if she would greatly enjoy herself.
I finally reached the point where I was ready to give myself to her. But she did not call on our group anymore. My heart sank when I realized Miss Lucy had moved on to calling on other groups of strippers.
The rest of us in my company were not worthy. And most of the others were greatly relieved. But I realized I might never see her again. I was in despair.
I made my decision and went to Becca. I begged her to get me an audience with Miss Lucy. I would strip for her alone.
“Do you realize what you are asking, Jiko?”
“I do,” I replied. “Becca, please make this happen.”
“On what day, Jiko?”
“Make it Valentine’s Day, Becca. It will prove how much I want to give myself to her.”
“Do you love her, Jiko?”
“Enough to give myself fully to her, even if it means my life.”
“Then I will see what I can arrange…”
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I waited anxiously for word, but none came. The day drew closer. Had Becca made the attempt? Or had I been denied?
She contacted me the night before. She said she had gone to great trouble to get me an audience with Miss Lucy the next day. I told her how grateful I was. Then I willed her all my possessions as my way of saying thanks. Becca was moved to tears, and we hugged as true friends.
I was trembling as I was taken to Miss Lucy. It was only to be me and no one else. Becca made up my hair and bathed me in scented oils so I could smell fragrant for my beloved executioner.
I waited breathlessly outside her door, my whole body trembling. I tried to calm myself. After all, I was giving the most important performance of my life.
Her voice bid me enter and I stepped inside. Her radiant beauty returned my shyness and timidity back to me. But I was resolute to dance for her.
I bowed low when I made my entrance. Then I began to move gracefully across the floor, waving a veil. One by one the garments came off.
The longer I danced, the more confident I became. Her presence still intimidated me. But I had trained well.
Those emerald eyes bore into me, causing my heart to flutter. But I danced like a woman possessed. I showed her every part of my body, even running my veil through my dripping sex. Then I wrapped it around my neck.
I danced closer as I pulled on both ends, slowly strangling myself. The natural fear added to my arousal. But my clever dance was rewarded by a look of great interest in those emerald eyes.
My dance reached a fever pitch as I approached the climax. Then I pulled hard on both ends as I slid to my knees before her. I shuddered in orgasm as I saw stars. Then my inability to breathe caused me to lose both ends of the veil around my neck.
I panted for breath as I looked up at her. She gave me a look as a hungering predator. It made me shiver with fear and desire.
“I have seen you dance before, Jiko. But never have I seen this. I was through with you and your company.”
I swallowed the butterflies in my stomach as I grasped both ends of my veil. Then I placed them in her hands. My voice croaked as I spoke the words, “Miss Lucy, I give my life to you.”
She took both ends and started to pull. I felt both fear and a great arousal that Miss Lucy was strangling me. It lit a fire within me.
My nipples were hard, my pussy wet and glistening. I rasped as I tried to breathe. Then I shuddered in orgasm as I wet her floor from my climax.
She eased her grip on both ends of the veil as she came closer. Then she kissed me as she pulled on both ends again. I swooned at the taste of her lips upon mine, lips as fine as the sweetest of wines.
She pulled hard, still kissing me until I saw stars. Then I must have passed out. When I awakened she was all over me, kissing me everywhere as her hands roamed my body.
I swooned again as she allowed me to undress her. I caressed her heaving mounds, savored her erect nipples and tasted her wetness down below. It was a most incredible experience.
She took me to her bedroom where we made sweet love. Then she choked me as she kissed my lips. I shuddered as I climaxed all over her bed. But she did not seem to mind.
“Jiko, do you still give yourself to me?”
“Yes, Miss Lucy.” That’s when she choked me so hard I thought I would never breathe again as my orgasm soaked both her and the bed.
When I regained my senses, she allowed me to feast on her womanly treasures. I made her cum many times. Then she straddled me, wrapping the veil around my throat and strangling me as she rode me.
She humped against my crotch with her pussy as she pulled tightly on my veil, making me pass out again and again. It was heavenly. But there was just the right amount of fear to make it all the sweeter.
We finally stopped for a meal. Her servants tended to us in her bed with the best wine and most succulent of food. Then we made love again.
She looked at me as we panted from our latest love-making. Then she gave me this look which almost frightened me. “Jiko, do you still want to give your all to me?”
“Heart and soul, Miss Lucy,” I replied in a trembling voice. “That is why I am here.”
She rose up and brought me to my feet. Then she took my veil and tied my wrists behind my back with it. I gasped as my nipples hardened.
She escorted me down to her special room. The noose was already set up, a small stool directly underneath. I found myself panting for breath as I gazed upon it, my pussy dripping like crazy.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now, Jiko?” I shook my head, deciding I would allow her to say the words.
“I’m going to hang you, Jiko. I’m going to noose you up and play with your body. Then I’m going to hang you. Afterwards, I will play with your dead body.”
My heart was in my throat. I was very wet, my nipples hard as they had ever been. But I said nothing.
She fingered me, noticing how aroused I’d become. “You want this, don’t you, Jiko.” My head nodded almost imperceptibly.
She roughly forced me over to the stool and made me climb upon it. “You’re going to cum for me as you hang, aren’t you, Jiko.” Again my head nodded almost imperceptibly.
I was both frightened and aroused, my pussy dripping copiously. She draped the noose around my neck before tightening it. I could tell how thick and hard it was. It meant I would suffer for a long time.
She rubbed my naked, quivering body all over as I panted for breath. She fingered me, forcing little mewling sounds out of my throat. A hard thrust up into my clenching snatch caused me to orgasm right there in front of her.
She kissed me lovingly as she caressed me all over. “I think I’m going to enjoy you most of all, Jiko.” It was like music to my ears, the greatest of compliments.
She tightened the noose even more until I was standing upon my toes. She fingered my cunt, and I orgasmed again. My body felt like I was electrically charged.
“This is the greatest present anyone could ever give me, Jiko,” she breathed before sucking on my nipples. She reached up and kissed my lips one last time. Then she put her fingers into my pussy and pulled me off the stool… “Come. Hang for me, my beloved Jiko.”
I lost the stool, the noose taking my full weight. Almost immediately I began cumming from my asphyxiation. Miss Lucy gasped with delight before rushing forward, pulling my legs apart and feasting on my dripping treasures.
I grunted as I thrust my hips, trying to jerk my legs out of her grasp. Then I was cumming again as her tongue tasted me. My breasts bounced as I thrust my chest out in orgasm.
She let me hang as she retrieved a toy. She shoved it hard inside me and I jerked as I orgasmed again. She loved seeing my dying body react in pleasure to the constriction of the noose.
I don’t know how long I suffered. But it became harder and harder to breathe. She sucked my nipples; she licked my pussy; and she rammed that toy deep inside me until I was stuck in what felt like a never-ending climax.
I was barely conscious when I finally exhausted myself. Miss Lucy fingered me until I jerked and twitched. She sucked my nipples and caressed my body until I quivered. Then my vision dimmed around the edges until I could no longer see.
I was dimly aware of a tongue in my twat. Hands groped my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples. I barely jerked from one last orgasm as my consciousness finally spiraled away………..
I never thought this one was into it. She always seemed timid and shy. Imagine my surprise when I learned she desired to put on a special performance for me.
At first I didn’t believe her. But I decided to humor her. What really got my attention was when she strangled herself during her stripper dance.
She truly gave herself to me, allowing me to choke and strangle her time and time again. Each time seemed more arousing than the last. We made exquisite love in my bedroom, both knowing she would soon be hanging for me.
I finally could not stand it anymore. I had to take her down and string her up. She went willingly, her arousal an indication she was looking forward to hanging. There was just enough fear and trepidation to make the scene all the sweeter.
She hanged wonderfully, cumming and orgasming in the noose like I had never seen before. It was as though she’d trained herself for that very moment. She was far better than any of the girls I had hanged up ‘til that moment.
She took longer to hang, but she offered no complaint. On the contrary, she could not seem to stop cumming for me. No matter what I did to her, she kept orgasming in that wonderful noose.
I kissed her lips and sucked her nipples long after she was gone. But her body still responded as though she was trying to cum for me. Forcing the toy up her pussy again and again made her jerk wonderfully. It made me have to lick her out once more to savor the flavor of her gift to me.
I caressed and kissed and fucked that dead body for a couple of hours. Then I took her down and straddled her, removing her veil from her secured wrists so I could strangle her again. I almost believe she climaxed for me one last time.
It was the best Valentine’s Day gift I have ever received, before or sense…
© 2017 (written for JikoSeiai Feb 21 ’17 by riwa)
riwa
Governor
(Inspired by this maniped pic I found in a DFN album)
I would have made it if my buckboard hadn’t crapped out in that swollen stream. A wheel broke and the hitch busted. My horse just kept going, freed from her burden as I began to head downstream.
I lost my satchel - all my ill-gotten gains - before I went into the water. I tried to swim after it, only to feel a lasso wrap around my waist. I was dragged back to shore by Hiram, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. My dress was pretty much ruined.
Mitch was there waiting for me on the bank on his paint, a pained expression in his eyes. Meanwhile I saw Jock riding downriver to chase after my satchel. I knew if he caught up to it I would be a goner, although I pretty much suspected I was doomed anyway.
I stood there panting for breath, giving Hiram my thanks for dragging me back to shore. “I should have let you drown” was his angry reply. I looked at Mitch, but all he could do was look at me and ask, “Why, Dottie?”
For the first time I felt it prick my conscience. But I brushed it aside as I stood proudly and defiantly. “Because” was my one word answer.
It didn’t satisfy him in the least. I probably should have killed him when I had the chance. But sometimes a girl’s emotions get the better of her.
Jock returned with the satchel. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he’d already had a look inside. Hiram looked at Mitch, but he shook his head. “I guess you’re riding with me,” Hiram told me, although I think he would have preferred letting me drown in the river.
I knew I was in trouble when we went back to Edward’s shack. He was the first miner I had killed, the first one who’s gold and other valuable possessions I’d taken for myself. They tied me to a wall in the corner as Hiram went out to fetch all the others. I knew I was in for it.
Mitch never said a word. I could tell I’d hurt him deeply. It was damned annoying, and I tried not to let it bother me.
Hiram came back with half a dozen miners. I’d stolen from a couple of them, killed three more while acquiring their gold. They all wanted revenge.
I turned to Mitch for any sign of compassion, but there was none. So that was how it was going to be, eh? Then he went outside while the others had their way with me.
There was no point trying to fight it. I was probably going to die in the morning anyway. The least I could do was get a good fuck out of the deal.
Some of them came back for seconds and thirds. A couple used my ass. At least I got a few orgasms out of the deal. But Mitch never came in to have his turn. I kind of regretted that.
When they were done with me I was allowed to put on my bra and panties. They refused to return my dress. They said I wouldn’t need it where I was going.
The next morning they saddled Edward’s horse. I suppose it was fitting. They tied my arms behind my back and then put me on it. Then the bastards rode me out to the old lodge which had burned down years ago. The only thing left standing was the signpost as you approached.
Someone must have gotten there ahead of us because I saw a noose dangling from there as we approached. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples hardened. So I was to be their gallows girl, eh?
Hiram rode me right up to it where he quietly looped the coil around my neck as the others formed a circle. I stiffened as I gasped with fear. My cool, defiant demeanor was starting to crack.
“Any last words?” Hiram asked. His eyes blazed with anger. There would be no mercy there.
I looked over at Mitch, perhaps hoping he might grant me some compassion. He just looked right through me as though he wasn’t seeing me. Perhaps he’d already executed me in his mind.
“If you’re expecting me to beg for mercy, boys, you’re wasting your time.” It was my last defiant act.
“Hang her!” Jock declared. I saw the men around him nodding in agreement. I looked at Mitch, but he still looked as though he was seeing right through me.
There was a sadness in his expression. Perhaps we shouldn’t have made love at his cabin last night, nor should I have tried to steal from him. Like I say, I probably should have killed him when I had the chance.
Hiram came up and grabbed the bridle to Edward’s horse. “You guys are going to miss me!” I gasped anxiously. Hell, I could still feel a little cum up my cunt and ass.
I cried out as he started to walk the horse out from under me. I tried to hang on with my legs, but that was a futile gesture. My heart started pounding in my chest as I lost the back of the horse. Then I was hanging.
I had no idea it could hurt so much. Instinctively I kicked my legs in an effort to find something solid beneath me. I twisted and hitched, my breasts bouncing as I fought that damned rope.
It hurt like hell, and I tried to beg them with my eyes to save me. All defiance was gone. I just wanted to live.
My head felt like it had started to swell as I got a look at Mitch. He was still looking right through me. But I thought I saw a tear in his eye. If I hadn’t been a thief and a murderer, maybe I might have fallen in love with him the same way he’d apparently fallen in love with me.
It hurt like hell; I could barely draw a decent breath. The more I fought the noose, the tighter it became. It got to where I couldn’t breathe at all. That’s when I really panicked.
My legs flew every which way as I kicked my life away. The bastards all watched my show with what looked like a great deal of appreciation. It felt like my insides were dying; it hurt even worse.
I reached the point where I exhausted myself. I hung there limp, gently swaying back and forth on that post. I was dimly aware of my bladder giving way. It was the final humiliation as I soaked my panties.
The miners rode away one by one as my life faded away. Mitch and Hiram hung around a few seconds longer. “Damned shame; she was a good fuck too.”
“Shut the hell up, Hiram.” Then they solemnly rode away, leaving me hanging there for the buzzards to find…
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Happy Birthday Riwa My Love, You Adorable Man.
As I Have Told You Many Times Before You Are
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Have A Wonderful , Wonderful Day.
Dorothy
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As I Have Told You Many Times Before You Are
The Best Cyber Lover I Have Ever Had
Have A Wonderful , Wonderful Day.
Dorothy
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Darkprincess69
High Priestess of Slaanesh
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