Cunnilingus and the vaginal chalice

Wasting a gift from the Goddess Aphrodite

The Photo: Emptying a menstrual cup when there is no Pelvic Knight or Champion available to drink her thick, red, musky, copper scented nectar. Pouring flow down the drain is truly a waste of a natural, but renewable, resource. If a woman has no Champion to drink her flow it makes a marvelous potted plant fertilizer.

The Nutritional value of menstrual flow:  I haven’t been able to find a breakdown of the vitamins and minerals in human blood much less menstrual flow. However, I think it’s safe to say that since there are only about 450 calories in 500ml of human blood drinking 25ml of menstrual flow - an amount that nearly fills the small size Diva Cup and which I consider to be one serving - fortified with additional protein from the donor’s shed endometrium should be less than 40 calories. While collecting in a menstrual cup flow is protected from the air. Once the seal is broken and the cup is removed from the vagina the flow is exposed to air. Then it begins to quickly turn darker red as it oxidizes and to develop the usual musky coppery scent associated with flow. So flow is best consumed by a Pelvic Knight as soon as the cup has been removed. Therefore, for best taste the ritual blessing of the flow should be performed while the donor’s pelvic chalice is still in place.

Safety of drinking menstrual flow: Any infections carried by the flow donor will be in her blood and transferred to her Pelvic Knight. So it is a very good idea to have donors who are acting on behalf of the Goddess Aphrodite undergo very thorough physical exams with an extensive blood workup to be sure they aren’t infectious. Additionally, there could be a problem with iron poisoning of a Pelvic Knight if too much menstrual flow is consumed over too short an interval, which would almost certainly mean that he was drinking the flow of more than one woman.

Male potency after drinking menstrual flow: I don’t claim this to be universally the case, but in my experience lovers have much greater sexual stamina immediately after consuming a serving (25ml) of my flow than they show when they haven’t. My therapist thinks it is a male psychological thing that drinking a lover’s flow makes him more virile. If my lovers are mind-fucking themselves that way it works for my therapist as well which I think is awesome because he has far more stamina after giving me menstrual Cunnilingus! That is so awesome as my secondary libidinal peak is when I’m menstrual and I love a lusty man getting me off with his rock hard thrusting penis filling my tight vagina with his seed. Cleaning the blood off the floor, barre and mirrors of an encounter salle after ballet menstrual sex is not difficult with a moist rag and Mr Clean.

Halloween at Adolph’s: Halloween day, October 21, 2014 I will be CD14 and should ovulate and all my wards should as well if Kassi synchs with the rest of us.   Adolph has threatened to bring out his wood chipper and make a girl disappear this year as he had several times years ago and I’m trying to get him to change his mind. It’s scary enough at Adolph’s Halloween parties w/o having a young women ground into hog feed while his guests watch. In his defense he says it was just a special effect. However, he has never been able to produce the woman alive and uninjured afterward who was shown being fed into the chipper.

Since I will be very fertile then I’ll wear my tiny Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix with the removal strap rotated to my posterior fornix. That way with the transparent silicone membrane of the dome sucking on my cervix a lover will think I’m wearing no cervical protection at all. Another Awesome thing about Oves is that there is no possibility of squeeze when worn while diving so if I’m enticed into The Well, his 216 ft deep training pool, I have marvelous flood protection of my upper reproductive tract regardless of the depth at which dive-sex occurs.

Kassi’s dive training, an update:  Given her progress in my 64 ft deep pool with a male divemaster who was tasked with teaching her how to survive a dive partner from hell trying to pull off her FFM, restrict her air by crimping her hose with small pairs of vice grip pliers and giving her well lubed but rough dive-sex I think Kassi may be ready to be introduced to Adolph on Halloween.

Actually, no amount of training can truly prepare a woman diver for her first underwater sexual encounter with Adolph. However, in Kassi’s case since she is from a powerful noble family and he is interested in using her (in addition to serving his own sexual needs) as high status arm-candy for major clients he isn’t likely to harm or scare her too badly, unless she displeases him.

Male Escort cunnilingus menstrual cup training: While on my last period, during the week of September 22nd, I began cunnilingus menstrual cup training for escort candidates. When we were in Scotland for the Autumnal Equinox Tanaquil had mentioned that her high-end women clients in Europe were asking for men skilled in removing and drinking their flow from a menstrual cup w/o creating a mess while making the client feel like a princess. Pussy power for sure!

Now we have begun to get calls from guests at Adolph’s spa, The Lorelei, for that same skilled intimate service. So few male escorts are initially confident with the gentle touch and manual dexterity needed to insert fingers, break the seal and gripping the ringed lower end of the cup gently pull it out when well filled w/o spilling a drop on the clients satin gown or pink pointe shoes. Once in hand he should savor the musky bouquet of blood and vaginal secretions before toasting the donor and emptying the cup with a flourish in a single swallow. With a paying client penetration and a vaginal orgasm is almost always follows. During his training after the trainee swallows I clean and reinsert my cup and then to relieve our sexual tension we will masturbate to climax so I don’t have his seed changing the pH and taste of my vagina and flow. It’s an awesome responsibility to be eaten at least three possibly four times a day while menstrual by gorgeous men!

Afterward while my cup is refilling  I’m getting on with the next few hours of my day instructing pointe class or rehearsals (my troupe is dancing Dracula again this year for Halloween) or being fitted for new fetishwear so the trainee can enjoy eating me again later in the day. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it and I so love watching gorgeous boys swigging my flow! The mutual masturbation with my flow drinking partner serves several additional useful purposes other than just relaxing both of us. The vaginal contractions during an exquisite clitoral orgasm while I’m balanced in Gaynors en pointe a la seconde will speed the refilling of the cup and lessen any cramps I may be having.

 

 

Cunt Crushers: Winning fights in ballet boots

An inexpensive pair of patent leather ballet boots

The Photo: The patent ballets above have heels of the right height for standing and walking in, but the platforms can’t take much standing on before they begin to collapse especially if the woman weighs more than 100 lbs.  

Ballet boot fights: Occasionally ballet boot wearers will get into scuffles with each other while out clubbing and men love to watch because there is the possibility of serious injury which appeals to the sadistic and misogynistic tendencies in a lot of men who like watching women in ballet boots. When physical contact can’t be avoided the smart thing to do is to destroy an opponent’s ability to stand in her boots as quickly as possible w/o injury to yourself. Usually experienced BB wearers, women actually comfortable walking in them, will be wearing better quality boots and the better made they are the harder they are to destroy. If an opponent is wearing boots other than from Gepettos the easiest thing to do is attack the boots weakest point, where the heel is fastened to the boot.  Gepettos lightly armored boots with spider filament laces – more about the laces later - have no weak points when compared to commercially available boots so if both women are in Gepettos boots the woman with the most strength, stamina and skill will usually win. If at all possible it’s best to avoid fighting an adversary who is wearing a pair of Gepettos BBs unless you know you can win.

Heel breaker: A downward lateral blow to the top of the heel on a commercial ballet boot will often break off the heel ripping the nails or screws out of the heel causing it to come lose or fall off. The blow is easy for a trained dancer to perform with the working leg turned out at the hip so the heel of the working leg doesn’t hit the floor and ruin the accuracy and power of the blow.  If the heel breaker is done correctly and the opponent’s heel is trapped in a carpet or soft wood floor it might also break her ankle even if it doesn’t break the heel off her boot.  Breaking a heel or an opponent’s ankle will have her on her knees or back and is a lot safer that getting close enough to slit her laces where she can use her hands to pound your breasts or pull your hair.

Cunt crushers: A man watching two very experienced ballet boot wearers fight while in ballet boots called their boots ‘Cunt Crushers’ because of the way one was using her boots to attack her opponents pelvis. That slang for ballet boots seems to have been quickly accepted by the serious boot wearing community at least around here and in Gepettos training classes. While graphic the name hasn’t seemed to cause any prospective boot purchasers to take up wearing other fetish footwear.

Actually, a Cunt Crusher is a vicious blow delivered by the instep of a ballet boot that should actually be called a cunt scraper, but the alliteration was too good to pass up. So now the slang for any well made ballet heels is ‘cunt crushers’, especially when fought in. A cunt crusher blow is one where a fighter thrusts her booted instep covered with lacing hooks up into the gap between an opponents thighs and against her pelvis, then withdraws it quickly while maintaining the upward pressure. That causes the hooks on her boot to catch in the crotch of her opponents fishnets and rip it out, often along with bits of soft tissue from her labia. The cunt scraping move is a lot easer for an experienced dancer to perform than it is to describe because she has the ability to balance on both the platform and heel of the boot on her standing leg while she scrapes across her opponent’s vulva with the lace hooks on the boot during withdrawal of her working foot. As with breaking an opponent’s heel(s) it’s a fight ending maneuver, but far more brutal and far less used because it takes greater skill, strength and excellent balance than breaking off a heel.

A cunt crusher can also be far more dangerous to the woman who is the recipient of the blow. That’s because some boot brawlers sharpen the edges of their lacing hooks so when they perform a cunt crusher the sharpened hook edges will tear easily through an opponents fishnets rather than getting caught in the nylon webbing. However, there has been at least one fatality from a cunt crusher when sharpened hooks were twisted during withdrawal, when a recipient’s natural response is to clench her thighs, and it cut her femoral artery. She bled to death. Wearing a Penetrator plug under fishnets and hidden by the absorbent crotch gusset will protect the vulva, but is no defense against sharpened laces hooks that when twisted during withdrawal will slice into thighs and could cut a femoral artery.

When fighting in Gepettos fully hooked boots (the standard fastening arrangement which allows the fastest adjustment when donning boots) placing the instep hard against an opponents pelvis the first hook sets will rip out the crotch gusset and allow the lower sets of hooks to imbed in the delicate tissue of her opponents labia and clitoris to shred her vulva destroying her sexual identity as the boot is quickly withdrawn. A properly executed cunt crusher blow is psychologically  as well as physically devastating as it requires reconstruction of the shredded vulva and no women I know who have been the victims of a successful cunt crusher attack have ever worn ballet boots again even in the bedroom.

To try to avoid presenting an opening for an opponent to deliver a cunt crusher knowledgeable ballet boot wearer’s realize they are vulnerable when directly facing an opponent when fighting and close enough for an adversary to get her boot hooks against her vulva, which explains why women in cunt crushers, even when talking with friends, rarely face each other directly, but stand at an angle with a hip forward in a defensive stance. This stance is stressed in training classes, but also seems to occur naturally from the subconscious urge for self preservation.  

Spider filament laces: In an earlirer post I extolled the advantages of wearing titanium alloy laces in Gepettos ballet boots.  There was a down side as the laces were difficult to adjust and hard to clean. Jeff at Labia Labs has just produced synthetic spider silk that is wonderfully flexible and light while as strong as steel and when woven into boot laces can be as easily tied as typical cloth laces while being virtually impossible to cut, which could be a problem if the EMTs were trying to cut an injured fighter out of her boots, but otherwise a huge plus from a wear or fighting standpoint.  

So Bea, Cyndi, Yardley, Anya and I spent several hours yesterday afternoon replacing all the titanium laces in our ballet boots with spider filament laces. I know it’s probably my imagination, but the boots feel lighter and the laces are such a pleasure to tie. I experimented with a training dummy trying to use my lace slitter heels to cut the spider filament laces on its boots and couldn’t do it which was personally comforting; I just hope spider filament laces don’t become generally available. 

Adolph’s Halloween party: I was CD14 and ovulated on October 31^st and had an exhausting, but amazing time with several of my favorite men at his party. I had intended to write about the party today, but there were some complications, he seems to be missing at least two girls who disappeared during the festivities and says he’s not sure where they are. They are two lovely young Eastern European ballet dancers supposedly in the U.S. on green cards both of whom were working as dive assistants in his deep water training facility. There are rumors that both may be pregnant. Adolph has a long record of impregnating his women assistants so if true that wouldn’t be unusual.

A disquieting aspect of their disappearance is that he had the wood chipper going, running pigs through it to see the horror on guest’s faces as the gore spewed from the chipper, so it’s not entirely certain that one or both didn’t disappear that way, although he promised he wouldn’t do that again. The guests were standing in raincoats on the output side of the chipper watching the blood, shredded flesh and bits of bone splatter against a polyurethane tarp and slide into a large vat so I don’t think anyone would have known the difference if two 110 pound women went through the chipper with the noise it was making, unless some one was hit with scraps of a latex catsuit or possibly part of a diaphragm spring since both girls had Reflexions flat springs inserted for flood control as they were to perform a demonstration dive later in the evening. When they didn’t show up for their performance was when Adolph discovered they were missing. They are still being searched for.

 

Adolph and the wood chipper

An unmodified Altec Whisper wood chipper

A Halloween fright: The UNLV sorority’s Hex or Sex party over the Halloween weekend at Adolph’s estate in the Spring Mts was a huge success with nearly $20,000 raised for charity in the four days the girls worked the mansion. The university football team was well represented in the customer base and there was a sort of a challenge thing some of the guys had going as to which one could “get the most ass.” I’m sure they were using performance enhancers to be able to keep it up, but a few of them kept coming and cumming… It is amazing what competition between men for tight pussy can do to a man’s mind.

Adolph brought one of his wood chippers over and parked it in back of the mansion with the discharge shoot pointing away from the patio where everyone could see it. I thought it was new because it was a lot larger than the ones I’d seen him use at his place in the hills. Every one was wondering WTF since it sort of detracted from the otherwise elegant surroundings of the mansion and its livered staff which Adolph also paid for. For those of us who know Adolph well seeing a really massive chipper on the lawn in front of the patio did not bode well. He seemed to be angry with his ‘Lorelei in residence’, Abi, a gorgeous 25 y/o German and former ballet dancer who he had working as house Madam while dressed in a leather catsuit and a pair of Gepetto’s $3,500 ballet boots, ones with the single unit titanium shank and toe box and interchangeable titanium spike heels. I complimented her on her boots as they are like the pairs I have for social boot occasions when there is almost no possibility I would need armored boots or bladed heels.

His argument with Abi increased in intensity as the evening progressed and then as we all gathered on the patio for a final drink before the house closed Adolph started the chipper then suddenly came after Abi and threw in. She screamed as she was pulled into the spinning blades. There was a grinding noise chunks of flesh and blood sprayed from the discharge chute and several of the guests and sorority sisters fainted and others who saw her shredded screamed and threw up. I stood frozen in place horrified, not that he would do something like that - I knew he would - but that he would do it in front of all those witnesses. And I’m thinking what’s wrong with this picture? And about that time Adolph shut off chipper and Abi appeared from behind the huge machine smiling and waving and three more women fainted.

Fortunately we had collected everyone’s cells as they arrived so someone wouldn’t get a call and ruin an expensive intimate moment. That probably saved having a flood of calls to 911 reporting a murder. It turned out that Adolph had modified the chipper so that a person who appeared to be feed into the blades was discharged unhurt under and behind the machine while a fresh carcass of a doe was dropped into the blades from above to spray flesh and blood all over the back lawn. Not everyone appreciated Adolph’s macabre sense of humor. As I was catching my breath I realized what was wrong with the faux feed of Abi into the shredder. The titanium shanks and toe boxes of her ballet-boots would have probably broken the shear-pin on the blades or at the very least made a hell of a noise as they broke a blade or two. Seeing Abi come out from behind the machine safe and smiling was a huge aphrodisiac for a lot of the guests and a member of the football team took me aside and gave me the deep drilling I badly needed after that sort of shock. In a strong man’s arms was a wonderful way to end a scary Halloween party!

Sex in a gasmask – an encounter to die for

Dead Gaynor pointes and legwarmers

My return to the U.S.: I’m back in Vegas now. My plan to tour European ballet sites turned out to be far too ambitious given that I met John and became entranced by his animal magnetism. He is very interested in me, but I’m not good marriage material for him from the standpoint of giving him an heir, not to mention that monogamy isn’t my strong suit. As the song goes, “when I’m not near the hand that I’m fond of I fondle the hand at hand”. And now the new school year is starting at St Lucy’s and I will be up to my eyebrows in work for a while.

On the way back I stopped at my place in Virginia. I wanted to check for earthquake damage myself [The 5.8 event occurred on 8/23] and Anya and I got caught there during hurricane Irene that came through that Saturday and Sunday. The main house is on high ground overlooking the river so flooding wasn’t a problem, but utilities are above ground and the area is very heavily wooded so storm related power outages are common. Fortunately no falling trees hit the house or out buildings. My landscape service had to clear 5 trees that fell across the road up to the main house so we could get to the airport. The plantation is still w/o power and since no one but the staff is in residence now I’m not pushing for power to be restored while subdivisions are still powerless.

Barre Girls: In mid August John and I went to Aberdeen, Scotland to check out Tanaquil’s new Edinburgh ballet studio, Barre Girls. It is a serious but low key effort to penetrate the ballet-as-exercise market in a very tightly laced city. It’s also an effort to identify local talent that can be used as leverage for political and monetary gain. Right now membership is by invitation only so candidates can be screened to make sure they have natural beauty are adventuresome and have money and/or are socially well placed. Personal trainers work one-on-one with new students to make certain the young woman gets everything she is looking for in a ballet workout. A typical workout is two forty-five minute sessions with a ten minute break in between and then another interval afterward where the student is given several orgasms as relaxation therapy before she leaves the studio. The regimen is not of course for a new student with little stamina who is not used to such an intensive training regimen. Even dancers from the local ballet company initially have difficulty so it can take training at least three days a week for six months to develop the stamina required to complete a 2 ¼ hour class safely. Did I mention candidates also need to be focused and determined to succeed in all they do?

Tanaquil asked John and me to stop by the new Edinburgh studio to sample the level of service and give her our feedback. She had submitted our résumés several weeks beforehand and they had been approved. John was to sample the men’s option of sex with a student member of the studio after her ninety-minute workout while I went thorough the entire two hour and fifteen-minute women’s session. There is a very small male contingent so far as there are so few young, wealthy, virile, socially prominent men in the area. However, unknown to John the primary purpose of our visit to Barre Girls was to entangle him with Taryn’s adult services organization so thoroughly that he would be unable to refuse any request I made of him. Since I’m not going to be able to marry John I thought it best to tie him to me in a way that would put him under my control.

A teen and her anal plug: I talked to the hard bodied blue-eyed blonde who was to be John’s partner after her workout. She said she was 19 y/o and perhaps she was. For sure she wasn’t a regular Scottish student, but had been especially recruited for the occasion by Tani. She was an illegal refugee from Moldova who spoke very good English had been a corps member with a minor Russian ballet Co. I gave her a NATO M10 gasmask (the one with cheek filters) to wear during their penetrative encounter and helped her adjust the straps to make certain it sealed properly on her face. I told her he liked the idea of sex with a mysterious masked woman and she promised to give him an encounter he wouldn’t forget.

I was certain she would since I had helped her insert a hollow 8 oz, 7 inch long, 1 ½ inch diameter steel anal plug that would mimic being constipated and limit vaginal expansion during penile penetration making her vagina exceedingly tight especially when she was penetrated while en pointe. The sphincter groove on the plug was shaped so that it was almost impossible for the wearer to expel it by just bearing down. When I asked she said it was uncomfortable to wear during sex, but she was used to it and the reaction she got from men who had sex with her when she wore it made the discomfort worthwhile.

The Barre Girl timed her encounter with John so I could watch her, “fuck his brains out” was how she described what she intended to do to him and I was looking forward to watching their encounter through one of the full length wall mirrors that was a one-way window into the studio from an observation room from which the HD cams that were recording the studio encounter were controlled. Although John had been in the studio during her entire workout and watched her practice clothes darken with sweat as she exercised she had entered without acknowledging his presence and exercised as though she was alone. It was only after her workout that she greeted him demurely in her sweat soaked practice clothes; pink seamed tights, a full bottom black cami leo and a pair of filthy Gaynor pointes that had seen a lot of hard use. Even though the platform padding was shredded the shanks were still in good condition and supported her slim ankles and high arches quite well. She pulled on the gasmask over her long loose blond hair and John helped her arrange it so it flowed down her back in a cascade of spun gold. He watched eagerly as she tested the seal while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was looking directly at me as I sat within four feet of her on the other side of the mirror watching the encounter. She was gorgeous!

She presented herself as a novice unfamiliar with ballet sex and let him take the initiative to guide her and he began by fondling her crotch as she stood en pointe with her feet in second leaning back against the barre. Then he slipped the straps off her shoulders, exposing her high pert sweaty breasts and sucked at her nipples before stripping her of her leotard. He rolled the sodden fabric over her hips and it dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it and with a flick of her pointe kicked it back behind the barre. He rolled the waistband of her tights down over her hips and it was only then when her freshly waxed pubes were exposed that there was any indication that she might be more sexually experienced than she first appeared. I could hear John talking to her during foreplay as he caressed her clitoris until she gasped and mewed while having a lovely clitoral orgasm. He fingered her labia and found them engorged and slippery wet with her natural lube and he knew she was ready to be penetrated.

He had her turn around so she was facing the barre had her spread her legs and stand sur les pointes a la seconde bent over at the waist holding on to the barre. Just before he stepped between her legs he noticed the safety tab on her anal plug tight against her perineum and in the view from one of the side cams I watched him raise an eyebrow, smile and finger it briefly before stepping between her legs. He spread her labia with his fingers and carefully placing the tip of his shaft that was dripping his own natural lube against the oculus of her introitus he pushed and with a single thrust all eight inches of his shaft disappeared inside the blonde teen. She shuddered, gasped and moaned then her body stiffened and she screamed as he rammed her cervix. John kept thrusting as deeply as he could go, loving it each time he rammed her cervix and she shuddered, her screams muffled by the thick rubber of her gasmask.

Gas-tabs: It was then that things started to go badly wrong for her. I was watching the time since she sealed her mask. They were seventeen minutes into the encounter when she began to show signs that the dissolvable gas-tab that I had stuck inside the masks spit-sump had begun to release an odorless nausea gas after the humidity and sweat in her mask caused the outer coating to melt. The gas-tab is a standard (and universally detested) part of an escort’s training. It releases a nausea agent to simulate a crisis that could occur during a gasmask or dive encounter so the trainee can learn to manage the event safely before she encounters a similar event while with a client. Neither John nor the blonde were aware of the gas-tab being used and unfortunately it seems the teen was allergic to the gas which caused her not only to vomit and collapse, but apparently have a heart attack just as John was planting his seed against the thin latex membrane of the diaphragm she wore to protect her cervix. By the time I got into the studio she had stopped breathing and CPR was ineffective! Damn! I just wanted a video of him polling a Dick-A-Chick! Sigh!

The good news: The good news was that the gas-tab had been totally dissolved by the stomach acid from her vomit so there was no evidence of a precipitating agent, but just in case I bagged the mask and on the way to dinner afterward we stopped on a bridge and I threw it into the River Dee. Tanaquil uses only orphans so as a newly arrived illegal alien with no family she was easy to make disappear with no one to ask questions about her wellbeing or whereabouts. Tani had given me the cell number of a trawler captain who does disposal work for her so I called and he sent two men with a van and laundry cart to pick up the body. They were wearing balaclavas and the cams were still running when they draped her corpse over the barre and had unprotected vaginal sex with it before dumping it in the laundry cart. On the positive side the accident is a huge plus for Taryn’s snuff video business as there is an enormous demand for ballet dancers being snuffed during sex as well as ballet necrophilia! I’m thinking there must be a lot of guys almost as kinky as Adolph to get off watching that! So she got a twofer out of the fatal encounter.

As the disposal team was leaving I mentioned that the body still had a steel anal plug inserted. Apparently they forgot to tell the trawler crew because a few hours later after they put to sea and were running the body through the wood chipper used to make chum for fishing the steel anal plug jammed the blades and the shear pin broke. There was no real damage to the chipper blades, but someone had to pull the anal plug from the half shredded corpse before they could finish the job. I got a call from the captain who started giving me hell for not telling anyone about the plug. I referred him to the two men on the pickup crew who I told about the need to remove it.

This leaves me where I wanted to be, with video of John having sex with a girl who dies in his arms while he is filling her with his seed. I don’t think I’ll ever need to use it, but my copy has already gone into a bank vault for safekeeping.

Elke and conservative activists

An Ocean Reef Neptune Space Predator FFM

(Showing the surface air vent – the black knob on the left behind the air hose connection)

Elke’s discipline dive: Adolph had several days with the well unoccupied by a discipline trainee, because his current trainee had 5 ribs fractured during a squeeze encounter. She was being stubborn and doing extremely well withstanding her drysuits squeeze until she reached 165 feet when her ribs suddenly cracked and she fainted which ended the encounter. She will be ok but she won’t be diving for at least several months. Adolph training operation is self insured through one of his corporations so cost isn’t an issue but rescheduling the trainee to complete her training is a bother. However, since the well was unoccupied that gave Elke an opportunity to satisfy her masochistic urges by experiencing a disciplinary session for herself, which she had wanted to do.

So, the other day Adolph had her suit up in her GNT drysuit, hood, gloves and her Interspiro FFM and he personally took her into the well and cuffed her spread eagle to the wall 50 feet below the surface with soft cuffs – Velcro wrap cuffs – that she couldn’t’ get out of, then dumped air from her suit to cause it to squeeze her very tightly so she was squirming and gasping. Then he activated the biofeedback G-spot vibi that he had her insert and left her to her own thoughts. She wore a twin set of 120 cu ft tanks with a low pressure switch to automatically transfer tanks when her primary tank was near empty. She was breathing Nitrox II so she had plenty of air for a long duration dive and there was a Brit-chick WA-girl (a well attendant) watching the monitors to make sure she was still breathing.

I was sleeping with Adolph that night and after I exhausted him he fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. I was lying beside him enjoying the afterglow from a series of intense orgasms he had given me when I had an urge to see if Elke was ok. I knew I shouldn’t interrupt her because letting a student undergoing discipline confront the demons that go through a woman’s mind at times like that is an important part of her experience, but I felt I really needed to see if she was ok. I told myself I had no intent to dive down to her, just look at the monitors and stand on the edge and look down into the well at her and make sure she was releasing a normal bubble stream from her exhalations. Still, I slipped into a 2 mm neoprene SinSkin and fastened myself into my SCUBA set with its BCD and 80 cu ft tank of Nitrox II gas. Then put on and adjusted my Neptune Space Raptor FFM, making sure that I opened the surface air vent to breathe ambient air rather than deplete Nitrox from my tank before I needed to. I picked up my gear bag and fins and as I walked past the trainee’s dressing room I turned on my masks comm. set expecting to hear the sound of Elke’s demand valve operating as she slept. Instead I heard two women with upper-class British accents talking.

Apparently they were mother and daughter and the daughter was asking if there wasn’t another way. The older woman replied that Miss Kraus (Elke) had caused the school to send down (expel) her daughter. But worse, her expulsion was over the issue of morality since the school intends to offer a course teaching recreational dive-sex to unmarried girls, against the teachings of the church. I assumed they were talking about the Roman Catholic Church because the mother mentioned Cardinal O’Connor, head of the Church in the UK. She went on to say that Elke, as ‘an instrument of the devil’, was an appropriate target for reprisal by Christian warriors from organizations like Opus Dei. And, since Catholic societies are notorious for elitism and misogyny having women as covert operatives is especially effective since it is so unexpected. She said that by striking at Elke they would get back at her for recommending expulsion and also delay the start of dive-sex training at her daughter’s former school.

Her mom decided that the daughter would cut the head harnesses on all the FFMs in the staff dressing room so no one could follow them into the well while she went into the well first to take care of Elke, but she said she wouldn’t finish her off until her daughter could follow her down and help complete the job. Mom went out the far door onto the well surround and daughter came out the door into the hall where I was standing. As they talked I had put down my fins reached into my gear bag and broke the seal on a small squeeze bottle of chloroform. I closed the surface air valve on my Raptor so I was breathing Nitrox and didn’t gas myself and was ready with the chloroform when daughter came through the door. She stopped in surprise and I soaked the open surface air valve on her Predator. No liquid chloroform should have gone directly into her oral nasal unit but the fumes did and she collapsed immediately w/o making a sound. I pulled her back into the trainees dressing room and thought about turning off her air, closing her surface air valve and letting her suffocate but then thought Adolph might like to play with her so while I did turn off her air I left her SAV open and bound her securely with duct tape so I could go after her Mom. I was pleased to see that the thin neoprene skin she was wearing looked close enough to my SinSkin and the shape of her FFM was the same as my mask, though the colors were different, that at a distance, if I was lucky, Mom might mistake me for her daughter since she was not expecting anyone else.

My encounter with Mom: I went out onto the well surround and looked down at Elke. Mom was apparently having trouble equalizing the pressure in her ears and sinuses because she had stopped at about 30 feet and was pushing under the chin cup of her FFM to engage the nasal plugs to help with equalization. I slipped quietly into the water and thought how fortunate it was that the lights had been dimmed and that the wells shadow free lighting feature would help mask my approach from above though if she was listening for them and her ears were not blocked she could probably hear my bubbles. I was successful in trying a fast descent with little air in my buoyancy compensator so I watched what Mom was doing as I worked my mask to equalize the pressure. Fortunately I have dived the Neptune Space masks so much that I’m used to using the nasal plugs and I was fully equalized when I got to mom. By then she was at 50 feet and though she told her daughter that she wouldn’t kill Elke until she arrived she had already shut off the air in both Elke’s tanks and Elke was squirming trying to get lose which was futile. What I was hoping was than Mom didn’t destroy Elke’s mask but she pulled her dive knife from its sheath and grabbed Elke’s air hose. By then I was behind her and I was able to slit the bladder of her buoyancy compensator and she let go of the hose as she began to sink. She tried to turn toward me and I slashed through her glove and cut the tendons in the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife. I turned off the air in her tank and when she reached back with her left hand to try and reach the valve to turn the air back on I broke her other wrist. Then still behind her I slashed the back of her masks head harness and it flooded while she tried to hold it on with her lower arm. By that time we were at 75 feet and dropping so I pulled off her fins and swam away from her then inflated my BC and began my ascent to where Elke was strapped to the wall. It had been less than a minute and a half since her air had been shut off and when I turned it on again I was relieved to see her take several deep breaths before settling down to a fast but regular respiration rate. Then I unfastened the Velcro cuffs she inflated her suit and we began our slow ascent to the surface. At 20 feet we stopped to let Elke decompress. We may not have needed to but I wasn’t going to chance it having just rescued her from certain suffocation. As we hung on the ascent line at 20 feet we looked down and saw that Mom was just completing her uncontrolled descent to the floor of the well at 210 feet. Her weight belt and tank pulled her on to her back where her corpse lay until Adolph himself went to retrieve the body. I thought he would wait until the next day but he brought her up as soon as he heard we had taken her daughter alive.

Unanswered questions: While Elke and I were decompressing I was wondering how the mother-daughter assassination team got into Adolph’s place. It’s not as though it’s a Super-Max, but it does take a 5 digit code on the outside doors and one of the Well-attendants is supposed to be watching the motion detector alarms and CCTV monitors. The common thread was that the WA on duty was a Brit-chick just like the pair of intruders, so that was a place to start. Elke was sore and exhausted so as soon as we determined that she wasn’t seriously injured she went to her room locked her door and went to bed. I woke Adolph and we looked for the WA who was supposed to be on duty and found her missing which wasn’t a surprise. Adolph said she was new and had been working for him for only a few weeks. We found her the next day. Her Toyota Prius had gone off the road and into a ravine at high speed. She was crushed when the car folded like an accordion around her. It looked to me as though she was speeding and her brakes failed.

Adolph’s Brit-toy: We had an opportunity to question the daughter after we found the WA Brit-chick dead in her Prius. It turned out that Elke remembered daughter as being involved in all sorts of questionable activities at school like selling narcotics and counterfeit contraceptives that didn’t protect the girls who used them. It was also true that she was a huge tease and would lure boys from nearby schools into compromising positions and photographed their erections with her in erotic lingerie and then blackmail them. Elke thought her Mom had sent her to the elite liberal school as an agent provocateur which sounded like a good analysis to me. So it was a surprise to find that daughter was a virgin! Adolph was very pleased to find that he would be able to deflower a young beautiful enemy who had a very complete hymen. But first he softened her up psychologically.

He tied daughter to a chair where she could watch as he brought out her mother’s corpse still in her three year old neoprene SinSkin, the one with the black Kevlar tooth crotch zipper. He had decided to leave her in her neoprene suit because the water pressure had crushed a lot of her tissues so the suit was needed to keep the body looking female. He pulled off her mom’s Predator FFM and exposed the soft pink lung tissue that was spilling from her open mouth and filled the oral nasal unit of hr mask. Daughter fainted. I used smelling salts (aromatic spirits of ammonia) to bring her around so she wouldn’t miss any of what Adolph was doing to her mom’s corpse. He Slipped an FC2 condom over a large dildo and forced it up the corpse’s anus then being careful to penetrate her inside the sheath he got off inside the corpse saying that her ass was still very tight! Daughter went wild screaming, crying and finally fainting.

Then it was daughters turn: I slipped a ball-gag into her mouth and tightened the harness so it was forced deep behind her teeth so she couldn’t scream. He opened the crotch zipper on her dive skin and made no attempt to slit her hymen to minimize her pain before he penetrated and tore her. H took her in missionary so he could watch her face as he hurt her. When he found he could hit her cervix he rammed it brutally and repeatedly so she was bleeding freely when he withdrew. Blood soaked them both and he even gave her an orgasm which she was mortified about afterward. Of course there was no possibility of letting her go as her mother had died in the assassination attempt on Elke. I helped strip her and her mom of their neoprene suits but neither of them were my size so I kept nothing as a memento. The suits are in good condition so Adolph is keeping them as suits for guests to wear. The next day we found the car they used, a ten year old Chevy, with their ID and street clothes. The car was driven over a cliff into a deep lake and Adolph has access to a wood chipper and quicklime pit so I left him to do what needed to be done.