Samantha by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Samantha by loyalsock

... "do you have anything to say for yourself?" "Please don't kill me!" Samantha cried. "Please don't. I'll do anything. I'll confess. I'll go to jail. I'll tell you anything you want to know. I'll do anything you want, just please don't kill me. Please, no" Her pleas gave way to sobs and she struggled in a futile attempt to free her arms. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Father." The Black hair and Brown hair raised their end of the stretcher and the water rushed at Samantha's face. She had time for a single terrified "No!" before her head went beneath the surface. Her lungs empty from the scream immediately spasmed, trying to take in water. She struggled in near blind panic, and water went up her nose. Some made its way into her throat and she felt herself trying to choke. She fought her panic and her own reflexes, knowing that a single cough would drown her. After a single minute which passed like an eternity, the stretcher was lowered. Samantha gagged and choked and gulped air, sobbing and trying to beg for her life. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Son." The stretcher was raised again. This time she was ready for it, or nearly so. She screamed, then gulped a lung full of air as her face hit the water. She controlled her panic for nearly a minute, forcing herself to hold her head nearly still while she tensed and squirmed her body against the straps. She wondered how she must look to her executioners, ...

... strapped so helpless yet writhing sinuously in her bondage. She worked her hips, lifting her ass to display herself, knowing that three hard cocks and one wet pussy were enjoying the sight of her. Samantha realized that the Inspector was right. The pleasures her body could give were irresistible. Irresistible to her, and to her executioners. She understood that her execution had at least as much to do with her punishment as it did with their pleasure at executing her. Dizzy and half crazed by panic and the lack of oxygen, Samantha giggled at the idea. Water rushed into her nose, and she began to drown. The stretcher lowered, and she gulped air and choked. "Samantha," said Inspector Olson. "I baptize thee in the name of the Holy Spirit." Still violently choking she gulped air and her head went under the water. Samantha knew that her remaining life was now measured in how long she could hold back her need to choke on the water invading her nose and throat. Her hands clutched and twisted under the straps, and she reached fingers between her cheeks. She knew she could not free her body, instead she fought for a different freedom. She couldn't reach far enough to get a finger into her pussy, but her reach could still serve her purpose. Thrashing violently in near total panic, Samantha thrust her hips up and pushed her finger into her anus. Her finger went in past the knuckle, and her ass and pussy together twitched in near orgasm. She focused on the delicious sensation of the deadly ...