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riwa

Magistrate
A dungeon scene - I know where I am (I think), but I'm not sure how I got here or where I'm going. Ever have one of those moments? So I'll post it just for the fun of it. An idea originally written for Sharkman.

Back arched over a rounded wheel-like structure, her tits are mercilessly flogged by a dominatrix who takes great pleasure in hurting her. Her screams are like music to the ears of the sadistic woman. She is blindfolded so she cannot see each lash as it lands.

Again and again her breasts are whipped. Meanwhile an assistant plugs a hose up her ass. She does not see it, but she can certainly feel it.

The water is turned on and she screams anew as her stomach begins to swell. When the hose is removed she shamefully jets out the remnants of her colon. It is a humiliating experience.

A female assistant grabs another flogger and brings it down hard on the blinded woman’s exposed crotch, all the hair having been painfully plucked away. The dominatrix motions for a fat, smelly man with a thick erection to come over and plug her mouth. The assistant then brings in another large male who pushes his hardening member into the poor woman’s cunt.

The dominatrix and her assistant mercilessly flog the breasts and stomach as the poor, blindfolded bitch takes cocks in both ends. The one in her mouth muffles her screams. But the pain from the blows causes her to clench involuntarily around the dick thrusting into her cunt.

About that time a new girl is brought in naked and blindfolded. Her arms which were secured behind her back are freed long enough to be tied above her head to a rope threaded into a pulley above. Then she is lifted up off the floor.

She lets out an involuntary cry as she gently swings back and forth. She visibly winces at the sound of lashes being applied to her unfortunate companion in the room. Muffled grunts of pain disturb her as she cannot see nor understand the reason for the sounds. But they truly frighten her.

The dominatrix begins by flogging her breasts. The first lash catches her by surprise as she cannot see. The pain makes her scream in agony.

The assistant continues to bring her lash down on the raped woman’s tits and stomach. Both cocks continue to push themselves into her mouth and pussy. The pain and the rape combine to cause her to experience a shameful arousal that further humiliates her.

The new girl starts to turn in place from the pulley device she is hanging from. The dominatrix takes aim and then lets her flogger fly at breasts or ass, whichever presents itself. The dangling girl jerks and screams anew.

Another muffled grunt reminds her she is not along. Someone else is in the room with her, sounding as though she too is receiving a similar treatment. She can’t even see who it is.

The dominatrix demands the new girl spread her legs. The woman blindly tries to comply. But each successive lash makes causes her legs to come together as she hangs from the pulley.

The sadistic dominatrix orders two additional assistants to enter. They are instructed to tie off the dangling girl’s ankles to rings embedded in the floor. Her legs are obscenely spread apart, and she quivers anew at the way her crotch is now dangerously exposed.

The dominatrix smiles at the newly exposed target. Then she begins flogging the exposed cunt. Lash after lash makes the blindfolded woman scream until she is left dripping from the pain and a shameful arousal. The dominatrix smiles at the delicious cries of agony.

She walks up and sadistically thrusts a couple gloved fingers inside the trembling woman’s cunt. She pulls them out to confirm the wetness in evidence. Then she forces her fingers into the young woman’s mouth, demanding she suck them clean.

The helpless woman gags and gurgles at her own taste. Then the dominatrix angrily steps back and begins flogging her tits anew. The screams indicate just how successful she is.

She goes around behind and liberally applies the flogger to the quivering pale ass. The recipient of the blows screams anew. How can this be happening to her??

The one blindly strapped down to the rounded wheel gurgles from the cock shoved clear down her throat. She involuntarily clenches around the prick thrusting into her cunt. She realizes she’s nothing but a sextoy, a recipient of cock and lash at the whims of those in attendance.

The assistant continues to flog her with relish, making her wince with each blow. But there are screams in the room that are not muffled, at least not yet. The beleaguered woman can hear she is not the only one receiving such torment in the room.

She cannot help but wince at the sound of the dominatrix’s lash making contact with bare skin, immediately followed by fresh screams. At least her crotch is not being whipped. But it is being fucked.

Her cunt is swollen with cock. She cannot help clenching, both from her own flogging as well as the sound of lashes and subsequent screams from the woman in the room with her. Her pussy drips from her abject humiliation. Hearing another woman in torment in the room with her has intensified her fear as well as adding to a shameful arousal.

After applying the lash to both tits and ass, the dominatrix returns to flogging the new girl’s exposed, dripping cunt. Stroke after stroke is viciously applied, enticing delicious screams until the crotch is soaked. The cries of agony make her smile with sadistic pleasure before she pauses yet again.

Once more she steps forward. This time she shoves all her gloved fingers up into the well lubricated cunt as the woman writhes and whimpers. She pushes all the way in until her entire fist disappears. Then she starts thrusting cruelly until the poor thing shrieks her distress.

The dominatrix sadistically grabs an erect nipple and twists it hard as she fist-fucks the helpless maiden. There are renewed screams. “CUM!” she finally yells. “YOU WILL CUM FOR THOSE WHO ARE WATCHING!” For indeed, there is a circular glass wall which allows spectators to observe the proceedings from theatre seating beyond.

She fists the poor woman as she takes turns twisting both nipples as hard as she can. The blindfolded girl screams her agony until she finally squirts her humiliation as her body shudders. It pleases the dominatrix to no end.

Over on the wheel the tortured girl’s tits are lashed mercilessly. The assistant bellows, “YOU WILL CUM FOR MISTRESS!” Then the man fucking her face plugs her nose before thrusting his cock so far down her throat she cannot breathe.

She is viciously raped in the other end while unable to draw air into her lungs. Her body hurts all over. Several more lashes are applied directly to her erect nipples, causing her to grunt and shudder until she too ultimately sprays from a humiliating climax.

The two visible expressions of orgasm in the twin victims lead to a change of torture. The rapists pull out of the one attached to the wheel. Then she is helped to her feet, still blindfolded.

The two new female assistants take her over to a hinged, elevated board in the shape of an inverted Y. She is placed upon it and strapped down, her arms pinned to her side as her head hangs over the edge. Her legs are spread apart and secured to the two back pieces of the Y

The floor suddenly opens directly below her to reveal water which the girl cannot see. The spectators beyond the glass watch with interest as her head is tipped downward while her legs are elevated. Then her head is deliberately submerged.

She lets out a bubbly cry, losing much of her air. Bubbles come up as she struggles to hold her breath. Being unable to see makes it that much worse.

While she is being strapped down and ultimately dunked, the new girl is set free from the pulley above. The dominatrix and first assistant walk her over to a post with a metal cross brace level with her crotch. It is standing upright in front of a small, raised trough of water.

The blindfolded woman whimpers as she feels a spreader bar attached to her ankles. Again she will not be able to move. Her fear ratchets up a notch.

She grunts anxiously as her arms are secured strappado behind her back. Her wrists are attached to chains that go upward and thread through another pulley hanging from the ceiling. It is a very uncomfortable position.

She cries out in agony as little lead weights in the shape of teardrops are clamped to her nipples. A metal collar is attached to her neck. Then a ring gag is forced between her lips and secured in place.

She cannot see that a metal frame is now being attached around her head to her neck collar. An additional length of chain runs up from that frame into still another pulley hanging down from the ceiling. Then the dominatrix attaches a heavy weight to a chain now hanging down from the metal collar around her neck.

The spectators beyond the glass partition can see what is about to happen. The dominatrix smiles knowingly at them. Then she calmly releases her grasp on the chain with the heavy weight on the end.

It abruptly falls into the trough of water, pulling the woman’s head down while bending her at the waist over the cross brace to the post she is up against. She barely has enough time to cry out. then her head is submerged in the trough.

She bubbles and thrashes about as she tries to pull her head up out of the water. She has just enough strength for her mouth to barely clear the surface. But she quickly loses the fight as her head is pulled back down into the trough.

Both women now find their heads totally submerge. They wriggle and thrash about, terrified they are going to be drowned. Their cunts clench and wink from the distress they are in.

They struggle as they both lose bubbles. Then each one is pulled up out of the water. The woman on the inverted Y has her head tipped up by the main assistant as her legs come down horizontally. The other is rescued when the dominatrix grabs and pulls the chain hanging down from the pulley attached to the frame around her head.

Both women cough and gasp for breath, blinking behind their blindfolds. Their respite is short-lived. Both cry out and bubbles once they find themselves being dunked again.

The primary assistant lowers the woman on the Y until her head is submerged once more. Then she gleefully flogs the exposed tits. Bubbles come up from the water in the floor as the poor girl jerks and bubbles with each blow.

Meanwhile the dominatrix has let go of the chain holding the head to her charge. The woman blindly cries out as her head is jerked downward again and submerged. She is bent over the crossbar like before until once more it digs uncomfortably into her stomach.

The dominatrix takes advantage of the situation by using the flogger on the exposed ass in front of her. Each blow results in bodily jerks and eruptions of bubbles. Her face reveals the delight she experiences from her sadism.

Both girls are whipped and drowned several times. Then the dominatrix and her primary assistant exchange places. This indicates another addition to the torment they will be inflicting.

The main assistant produces a large dildo which she shoves into the ass of the chained girl while her head is submerged. The blindfolded woman jerks at the violation, letting out a bubbly cry. Many of the spectators smile at the cruelty on display, some unable to resist masturbating while they watch.

Meanwhile the dominatrix swings the girl on the inverted Y around. She forces the dripping face up into her exposed, dripping crotch. Then she bellows, “LICK, DAMN YOU!”

The woman coughs and hesitates, still trying to get her breath back. But dominatrix does not engage in any such hesitation. She brings the lash down and mercilessly flogs the exposed tits while bellowing “LICK, YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

The woman still hesitates, much to her detriment. Her board is swung back around until her head is cruelly lowered and submerged. Then the dominatrix sadistically brings the flogger down until she makes contact with the woman’s exposed, dripping crotch.

Bubbly screams bring a smile to her face. Then the woman is lifted up out of the water. She is swung back around until once more she feels the crotch pressed against her face.

This time she wisely starts to lick. The flogger is applied to her tits anyway. She cries and screams as she blindly tries to keep licking.

After a minute or two she is swung back around. Then her head is lowered into the water. Bubbly screams come up as the flogger is applied to her exposed, dripping cunt, making her jerk and flinch. Once more she drips an arousal she is helpless to prevent.

Both women are thus whipped, tortured and drowned. The audience watches enthusiastically. Then among the spectators there is an impromptu drawing.

Two women squeal with excitement when they are picked. They are brought around to a side door and allowed entrance into the torture chamber. Both are given floggers as a reward. Then they are permitted to do anything they wish to the two tormented bitches.

The one on the Y has her head pulled out of the water, swung around and jammed upward into the crotch of the dominatrix. She is forced to lick while the first drawing winner liberally applies the flogger to her exposed cunt. It is wet with moisture, and the lashes produce a mist.

The other drawing winner is allowed to flog the ass of the chained girl while she is bent over and bubbling. The blindfolded woman jerks, flinches and bubbles with each blow. If the women on the receiving end of the blows expected merciful treatment from any audience participants then those are quickly dashed, especially since they cannot see who is flogging them.

The two bound woman are put through their paces as they are flogged and drowned… pulled out of the water… flogged and then drowned again. Then both audience participants strip naked. They’re allowed to attach large strap-ons around their waists which they use to sadistic effect.

The one bent over the bar is fucked while her head is submerged, her rapist reaching around to jerk on the weights to her nipples. The other one’s pussy is filled while she is horizontal and forced to lick the dominatrix. She continues to get the occasional lash to her tits just to make her jerk and cry out.
 

riwa

Magistrate
Beheading the Countess
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Countess Dorothy Wellused from Cockshire, England travels across the channel on a nobleman’s frigate. She is worried about her sister Emma Grey who lives in Paris. She has not heard from her in quite some time.

She knows the peasants are in revolt and that the city is unsafe. Her attendants beg her not to go. But Dorothy is determined to find out what, if anything, has become of her dear Emma.

Once on French soil she is able to obtain a carriage as due her nobility. Again she is warned against traveling to the great city. There are hangings and beheadings taking place every day, victims from the aristocracy of which she is one. It means great danger if a woman of her nobility were to be captured. But Dorothy fears for her sister’s safety more than her own and cannot be dissuaded.

As she gets closer to Paris she begins to ponder what might happen if she were to be captured and sentenced to lose her head. Would there even be so much as a trial? Or would they simply have her beheaded right away?

Dorothy absentmindedly touches her neck as she gives the matter some thought. What would it feel like? Would it be quick? She’s heard the stories of the French Razor in use and how some of the bodies jerk and spasm in their death throes. She finds it strangely exciting to contemplate.

It takes a day and a half to travel from the coast, with a night stop in a small village. Countess Wellused is treated with respect, at least for now. But again she is warned to turn around and head back to England. Her safety cannot be guaranteed, certainly not within the city limits of Paris. If her sister has not written in some time, perhaps it is wiser to assume the worst and simply go back to England.

Dorothy will have none of that. She has to know for certain if Emma is alive or dead. So she gets up the next morning, pays handsomely for the hospitality of the Inn where she’s spent the night, and then continues on inside the carriage

As they near Paris they see smoke on the horizon from several fires. Her driver again pleads for her to turn back. But Countess Wellused will not be swayed.

She tells herself she wants to learn the fate of her sister. But is that the real reason for making such a dangerous trip? Once again she caresses her throat, wondering how it would feel being sliced by the French Razor. Is it ladylike to experience such wetness at the thought?

The driver pleads for a small concession. If she is determined to carry on, can they at least make an approach into the city on a less traveled road? What good will it do her to enter the city and be captured right away and executed before she learns of her sister’s fate? Countess Wellused agrees to the driver’s suggestion.

When they reach the outskirts of Paris they receive many ominous looks from the citizenry. Dorothy feels a shiver of dread mixed with a strange arousal. Is it true; would they seek her head if she falls into the wrong hands? Has her sister already suffered a similar fate? She writhes in her seat from shameful stirrings.

She gives the address to the driver, allowing him to use his discretion as to the best route to take to get there. But as they travel deeper into the city the looks from the peasantry grow more ominous. Dorothy begins to question the wisdom of learning of her sister’s fate only to face her own upon French soil. Why does this not frighten her as it should?

They are only a few blocks away from the address she seeks when several of the peasants get in their way, stopping the carriage. There are angry cries as a mob forms. The driver panics as he tries to make the horses run. But he’s violently pulled off his seat into the street.

The doors open and rough hands reach inside. Dorothy screams as she is pulled out of the carriage. Almost immediately there are cries of “NOBILITY – NOBILITY; OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Her heart races as they drag her through the streets. She has no idea where they are taking her. Her only thought is she has taken a great risk and is now about to pay the ultimate price for her foolishness.

She is actually dragged past her sister’s dwelling, a building she recognizes. She tries to crane her neck for a better look, hoping for some sort of indication whether Emma is alive or dead. But she sees nothing that confirms or denies her fears. Has she made the trip in vain?

She is roughly taken down the street to what appears to be a large barracks. Hope begins to build she might be spared by the militia. But when they arrive she discovers it has already been taken over by the citizenry.

She’s hauled inside before a makeshift tribunal. The cries of “BEHEAD HER!” sound all around her. A man with white hair and a white beard who looks like he belongs out scavenging the streets for food rather than in a position of authority immediately pronounces her guilt and sentences her to death at sundown. The peasants all cheer before they scatter to the winds to alert their friends and neighbors of her impending execution.

Dorothy is taken down a long corridor where she is locked in a small room with a window. A moment later she hears a thunk outside followed by a loud cheer. She goes to the window and looks out to see a French Razor on a platform surrounded by a multitude of peasants.

Have those people been out there this whole time? Has the entire city gone mad?? The Countess shivers with dread as well as a perverse arousal.

As she looks out the window her breath catches in her throat as the head of a man is pulled out of a rectangular wicker basket, the neck dripping of blood. A moment later she feels faint. She also feels a horrific arousal.

The nude body is unstrapped from the bench. The corpse is rolled off the platform into a waiting cart below. It quietly thumps against something, causing the Countess to jump with a start.

Dorothy cannot see the interior of the cart. But a distinctly feminine arm dangles over the side. It tells her it is not just males who have been losing their heads out there.

The executioner – a man in plain pleasant attire – carelessly tosses the head into the cart to the cheers of the crowd. There are more cries for bloodshed. In a loud voice he declares the cart must be emptied before it can be refilled.

Dorothy shivers again as she leaves the window. She goes to a corner and crouches on a bed of straw. Apparently the condemned are not to be granted any comforts.

A strange calmness settles upon her. Save for a miracle, she is about to experience what it will feel like for the blade to kiss her neck. Soon she will have the answers to her many disturbing questions about the French Razor.

She hears the cart being taken away. The crowd outside begins to disperse. But there are cries for more beheadings, including “that filthy aristocrat in the red velvet dress”. Dorothy shivers when she realizes they are referring to her.

She has no idea why she feels so calm. She cannot understand why she is experiencing a growing dampness in her crotch. Why does this arouse her so?

Her thoughts return to her sister. The barracks are not far from Emma’s home. Has she already been scooped up and executed? Have they left her alone to go on about her business? Or has she fled the city and simply been unable to get word across the channel to her? It is her lack of knowledge about her sibling that distresses Countess Wellused the most.

She dozes off in the corner, the stress of the last few hours finally catching up to her. A couple hours later she is awakened to a crowd gathering outside. There are sadistic cheers along with cries of “BEHEAD HER – BEHEAD HER!”

Dorothy rises to her feet and goes back to the window for a look. Outside a woman in her twenties is being marched up the steps to the platform. Her hair looks strangely shorn.

She wears a flowing dress of green. Clearly it is too expensive to be found on the back of a peasant woman. It appears another of the bourgeoisie is about to be beheaded.

The poor thing catches sight of the bloody lunette and basket awaiting her head and starts to faint. The two men on either side of her help her up the last of the steps. She lets out a plaintive cry that is swallowed up by the lustful cheers of the peasants demanding her head.

Dorothy is shocked when the woman’s outfit is pulled off her body, revealing an expensive undergarment. The dress is tossed into the crowd to lusty cheers. Three peasant women fight over it until one grasps it triumphantly.

The undergarment is next to come off. That too is tossed into a delighted crowd. The poor thing is horrified to be fully exposed.

The cart suddenly rolls up. The peasants are forced to make room until it sits next to the elevated platform. Dorothy realizes when her time is come her corpse will not be taken away in a carriage or expensive hearse for a proper burial as it may have been back in England. She doesn’t even know what they are doing with the bodies.

The woman is laid upon the bench and slid forward until her head goes through the opening. She catches sight of the bloody wicker basket below and starts to wail as the lunette is brought down upon her neck. A moment later she loses her voice as her larynx spasms from her terror.

Dorothy watches in horrified fascination as the woman is strapped down – upper back, fleshy buttocks, and lower legs… with arms pinned to her sides. The cheers grow louder. Then one of the men pulls the lever.

The blade falls swiftly as the poor girl tries to scream again. Then it bottoms out with a loud thunk, her cries abruptly silenced. The head falls and disappears inside the wicker basket.

Blood spurts from the severed neck into the basket as the peasants roar their approval. Countess Wellused sees the naked body jerk and spasm. A moment later she realizes she has just wet herself.

The male who pulled the lever reaches down and pulls the head out by a handful of bloody hair, displaying it to one and all. Blood stains part of the face, obscuring formerly graceful features. There are lusty cheers as well as eager cries for more blood.

Dorothy gets a look at the horrified expression frozen on the face of the beheaded woman. The second man unstraps the still twitching naked corpse from the bench. The body is unceremoniously rolled off the bench onto the floor of the platform… and then rolled over the side to disappear into the waiting cart below. A moment later the head is carelessly thrown in which Dorothy hears land with a soft thud.

The Countess is horrified. She is also perversely aroused. It is hard for her to process the knowledge it will soon be her turn to ride the French Razor.

The crowd cheers as a male is brought out and taken up the steps. He has already been stripped of his belongings. He sports an erection dripping of cream which Dorothy cannot help staring at.

She is unable to look away as he reaches the top and is forced onto his stomach upon the bench. Dorothy’s heart beats fast as the straps are thrown across his body. He is tightly secured until he is left writhing helplessly.

The crowd roars for more blood. There are so many gathered outside to serve as eager witnesses to the spectacle. Then the blade falls.

The man’s head abruptly drops into the wicker basket as his severed neck pumps out his life’s blood. The loud thunk of the blade hitting bottom causes the Countess to jerk with a start. It is so horrific… so perversely erotic.

His head is pulled out of the wicker basket and displayed for all to see and cheer as his corpse jerks and spasms. His body is freed from the straps and rolled off the bench onto the platform and then into the waiting cart below. When his cock swings into view Dorothy sees it has ejaculated as bits of cream fly. Then the head is carelessly tossed into the cart to join his body along with the beheaded woman’s corpse

The Countess is mesmerized. She cannot look away as they are brought out one by one. Two more men are brought out, one naked and the other dressed. But his clothes are forcibly removed and tossed into the eager crowd before he is secured and loses his head.

A middle aged woman is brought out next. It looks like her hair has recently been shorn. She looks distressed, perhaps more for the loss of her hair than the fate that now awaits her.

The countess notices the woman’s erect nipples on her sagging mounds. No doubt an expensive undergarment was used to heft her breasts to enhance her beauty. Now she is jeered as she is forced down unceremoniously onto the bench.

No time is given for final words or even a prayer. The stained blade falls again and her head drops into the wicker. When it is retrieved there is a look of frozen shock, no doubt from the moment the blade kissed her neck. Dorothy wets herself again.

The crowd roars once more as the body is unstrapped and then unceremoniously rolled off the platform into the cart. The Countess gets a brief view of breasts and naked flesh as the corpse hitches and spasms. Then the crowd cheers as another male is brought out, this one a nobleman with greying hair.
 

riwa

Magistrate
(cont.)

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

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

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

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

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s probably for the best…

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

Madiosi

Depictor of Dreams
Staff member
(cont.)

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

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

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

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

“But I’m trying to find my sister–“

“Silence!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s probably for the best…

2018 (written for Dorothy Oct 25 ’18 by riwa. Inspired by a langewapper idea with two of his renders included.)
BTW, I decided, you get this year a own yearbook. It's already in work.
 

riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The highlight of the barbecue was when a sorority girl was voluntarily spit-roasted – at least they were told she’d volunteered. Christy and Rachel watched as the woman twisted over an open fire, spitted from ass to mouth with a stabilizer up her cunt. Her arms and legs were secured, and for good measure her tits were skewered.
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Later that afternoon the two girlfriends dined on girl-meat, right along with everyone else. But they couldn’t get the image of the roasting woman out of their heads. The girl was still alive for the first few minutes. And it looked like she was wriggling and squirming… cumming up a storm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amazingly they were so close to each other that each one could reach the other’s twat with her mouth and tongue. The two girlfriends went at it, licking and slurping like crazy. They heated up both literally and figuratively… and so did everyone who was watching.
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It wasn’t long before several of the guys were getting sucked or were fucking at the arousing spectacle. Some of the sorority sisters were lustily eating each other out. On the spit Christy and Rachel kept licking and slurping until both started having orgasms.

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

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

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

2018 (written Dec 4 ’18 by riwa)

(Dolcett drawings used for illustration purposes.)
 

riwa

Magistrate
An exercise in beheading

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Illustration created by Oxode
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riwa

Magistrate
Frank gets out again

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t know he got out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Frank; put her down!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You let him out??”

“No, Miss. I said ‘he got out’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2017 (Jul 19 ‘17)
 

riwa

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

Underwater Orgy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When we were ready, Sapphire and Brian went down and headed for the ladder with ankle weights. I went down with Trudy to that ledge down near the bottom. Trudy stretched out on her back as I put the weight belt around her to keep her down. Then I added the belt around my waist to help hold me down while licking her out as Cal began fucking Trudy’s mouth.
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It was really hot the way he drove his cock deep down her throat. It’s well known that Trudy is the campus deep-throater. She can take a long one all the way down like a pro.

Cal groped her tits while I spent some time on her muff. I hadn’t eaten any dessert during dinner because I had a little “clam” on my mind. Now that I had her pussy right in front of me, I went to town licking and feasting on it. Trudy trembled as she made erotic grunting sounds while taking that hot cock down her throat.
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I love eating on Trudy. She cums so fucking hard when I lick her just right. I wanted to see what she would do trying to swallow cock while I pleasured that sweet snatch of hers.
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Over on the ladder Sapphire was wasting no time letting Brian plow her cunt. She had her legs wrapped around him, and they had quite a rhythm going. She was wearing her team swimcap and goggles while he was using a dive mask. I just think he wanted the water out of his eyes so he could watch her tits bounce as he rammed her with his dick.
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I was hot as hell licking Trudy’s sweet box. She moaned and grunted as Cal thrust in and out of her mouth. It was so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist reaching underneath to finger myself and rub my button. I was probably going to cum the moment Trudy exploded in orgasm.
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Over at the ladder I saw Sapphire grunting bubbles as Brian gave her his fuck-stick. I’ve felt him in my cunt many times before, so I knew what she was getting. But I didn’t glance over there very often because I was too busy making Trudy squirm.
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Cal really groped her mounds as she took him all the way down her throat. She grabbed my arms as I mouthed her nub, my tongue plowing a furrow between her labia. I could feel her trembling every time I worked my magic on her sweet hole.
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Cal and I glanced over at Brian and Sapphire. He gave me a knowing look as we kept pleasuring Trudy. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to see if we could outlast them over there while making Trudy hold her fucking breath like forever.

Gawd; I was so fucking hot! Trudy shivered every time my tongue probed her opening. I kept fingering my cunt; I was so wet I needed a cock inside me! But first thing’s first. We wanted Trudy’s lungs heaving as Cal and I worked on each end.
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Over at the ladder I could see Brian and Sapphire picking up the pace. That told me she was probably going to cum soon. I could tell by the way they had increased their rhythm as they fucked each other.
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I felt it start to swell inside me as my lungs began to heave. Cal began thrusting harder, fucking bubbles out of sweet Trudy’s mouth. Her lungs began to heave until I knew we were really pushing her breath-hold limits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2017 (written Feb 19 ’17 by riwa)

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

riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2017 (Dec 14 ’17)
 

riwa

Magistrate
My mother hangs my girlfriends…

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

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

There was dirt on her tits. It made me wonder if she’d been involved in some sort of scuffle. The way her hands were tied behind her back indicated she didn’t do it to herself. But I had my suspicions as there was only one other person I suspected of knowing where Carly and I liked to fuck.
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Mother was outside hanging wet clothes on a line when I got home. “Hi, son,” she said with a smile. I got right to the point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mother??” I stammered uncertainly.

“NELSON; JUST DO IT!”

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

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

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

“But NELSON??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looks at her adoring fans. The screens magnify the expression on her face. But her bravado begins to show cracks.
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Her executioner stands beside her. He hefts the axe. Then he slowly brings it down as though gauging his stroke.

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

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

The axe comes down hard. There is a loud THUMP that is carried out over the speakers. Taylor’s head literally jumps off her severed neck, bouncing twice upon the stage. Blood stains the block.
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Her body tips over sideways and starts to jerk and spasm as blood pours out in great spurts. The executioner steps forward and picks up Taylor’s head. Then he lifts it high. The roar of the crowd is heard for miles around.

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

riwa

Magistrate
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Hanging Suzan Rose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that for?” she asked.

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

“I’m first!” she gasped excitedly.

“Oh really?”

“Please? Just this once?”

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

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

“Oh absolutely!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are the pictures turning out so far?”

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

“Then let’s try it.”

“Try what?”

“Remove the stool and take a few pictures.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we take a few more?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I walked all around as she twisted and gyrated. Her face began to turn red as I marveled at her performance. She hitched and jerked, her thighs rubbing together until she squirted again.
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I went and fetched the camera to take a few more pictures. Then I put it down as she hung limp. I went up to her and fingered her cunt while massaging one of her breasts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

(written for Suzan Jan 11 ’19 by riwa)

(Inspired by Suzan Rose’s drawings.)
 

riwa

Magistrate
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Laura and the Strangler's Playroom

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

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

(Hey, it’s Laura)

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

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


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

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

(Want to feel my hands around ur throat?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The responses came quickly…

(Lucky bloke! Wish I was there!)

(I want to choke u, Laura!)

(Strangle her for me!)


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

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