Jenna took to her drowning much more eagerly than I anticipated, and it left me feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn’t want these girls thinking it was always safe. But she thought it was fun.

I suppose my error was in making it sexual for her. I guess that was because I didn’t want her to be too frightened. Instead, I think I pushed her in the other direction.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when her friend Briana showed up, asking if she could be of any help in any of my drowning experiments. It seems Jenna talked up the incident. Now, the blue-eyed German was eager for her own personal experience.

She said Jenna told her it was scary-erotic, but that her orgasm had been worth it. I told her I was nervous conducting drowning experiments because we wanted to be careful with our volunteers. But the more I tried to discourage her, the more she persisted.

Then she told me that next time, Jenna said she wanted to drown with my cock inside her. Now she was jealous. She wanted to be the first to drown while having sex with me.

So far, I hadn’t had sex with either one of them yet. What’s more, I wasn’t actively seeking any kind of relationship with any of my subjects. They were both quite attractive, and it certainly wasn’t because I hadn’t thought about it. I just wanted to keep my objectivity as much as possible.

Briana sidled up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “So tell me how I can help you with your experiments,” she breathed seductively, pushing up against my groin.

My cock started to harden. I’m pretty sure she noticed it right away. “After all, I want to do my part just like Jenna,” she added. “I want to drown too.”

“It can be dangerous,” I told her softly, her closeness making me breathe funny.

I knew her seduction should not justify participating in an experiment for me. But she refused to let up on me. “I LIVE for thrills,” she murmured, her lips drawing closer. “How can I drown for you, doc? I’ll do anything.”

Dr. Crocker was the real doctor here. I was just an assistant researcher. But these girls didn’t seem to know how else to refer to me.

“Look, honey,” I told her carefully, trying to hold her shoulders in a protective manner so as not to seem like I was rejecting her. Yes I wanted her; my damn cock was acknowledging that fact! But I felt I had to at least attempt to maintain my professionalism.

“The mist is far from perfected,” I explained. “Right now, I’m just collecting data… and I’m doing it damned careful. Everybody is different, so your physiology might make drowning you more… problematic.”

“Oh, I think you want to, doc,” she murmured, playfully pressing up against my groin again. “I know I’m willing. What do you say? Care to fuck me as I drown? I’m already getting aroused just thinking about it.”

I felt I had to do something to get her to rethink her eagerness. So I said, “I’ll tell you what. I do have another test I can perform.”

“…with you inside me?” she added hopefully.

“Something else,” I told her, and I saw her sag as though I’d deflated her a little. “If you don’t find that experience too disturbing, then I’ll think about another experiment where we, uh…”

That made her eyes light up. “Then I’ll make YOU a deal, doc!” she said persistently as she pressed up against me even more. “You go ahead and run me through this experiment, no matter what it is. But the next one…”

I stopped her right there… “IF there’s a next one,” I reminded her gently. But she stubbornly continued…

“…but the NEXT one, I get to drown with you inside me. Deal?”

I told her she would remain as one of my volunteers along with Jenna, so long as she suffered no trauma or any ill effects. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” she murmured with a seductive smile. Then she kissed me passionately, humping my groin one last time as though inviting me to take her at my earliest convenience…

—

It wasn’t long until I got a visit from Jenna. Briana must have told her about our little chat. Now SHE was jealous.

“If you’re going to fuck/drown HER, then you have to fuck/drown ME!” she protested indignantly.

“Well, I have different plans for her,” I admitted. “This eagerness to drown is just a little too unnerving for me. Now don’t get me wrong, as I like eager volunteers. It’s just that so many things can go wrong, you know.”

“But so many things can go right,” Jenna purred at me, sidling up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into fucking me and then drowning me first, could I? I’ll bet you’d like that.”

I felt her press her body against my groin. Sure enough, my cock was hardening again. “Mmmm,” she moaned at me, humping my bulge. “Research doesn’t have to be cold and clinical; does it, doc?”

“Well, I suppose I should run my next experiment on Briana, being as how she asked to be next.”

Jenna pouted a little. So I tried to explain by saying, “To be honest, I’m hoping to scare the crap out of her.”

That got her attention, and her eyes lit up. “Really?”

“You two are taking this rather well, if not a little too enthusiastically. I guess I want to run a test that will kind of scare her into realizing just how serious these experiments can be.”

“I don’t think she’s gonna scare that easily,” Jenna gasped excitedly. “But it sounds like a lot of fun. How can I help?”

“Well,” I mused thoughtfully, “it might be useful to collect some data on a victim when she’s least expecting it.”

“She’s fun, but she can be a bitch at times. If you’re gonna get her good, then I want to help. It’ll be so much fun!”

I told her I had something in mind. I said I’d contact her once I was ready, providing she could keep it a secret from her friend.

In response, Jenna pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Then she thanked me for letting her help me out. She told me that in exchange for her help, I had to make sure that I also fuck/drowned her in a drowning experiment at some point in the future. Then she left me to my work…

—

I used Jenna and my two male lab techs to put my experiment in motion. It started off with the two bisexual ladies playing around with each other in Briana’s room. Jenna filled me in on what happened there.

Since Briana is the bigger of the two, I hear she sometimes dominates little Jenna. On this day, Jenna told me she was being smothered as she was being forced to lick her friend’s pussy. Then she was allowed up to breathe.

She told her bigger playmate that she had just bought a new play-toy. She made Briana close her eyes as she went to fetch it. That’s when she prepared the chloroformed rag and snuck up behind the unsuspecting German.

“You should have felt her struggle in my grasp when I hit her with the chloroform!” Jenna giggled. “But I held on tight. Pretty soon, she was out like a light. Then the two techs came in and took her out.”

From there, Jenna said she came straight away to my monitoring station in her black one-piece. I had promised her she would get to watch her friend drown.

Briana ended up naked in a small 3-sided glass chamber. The wall served as the fourth side. It had a sealed door, much like you’d find in a submarine.

She was seated on a specially designed saddle with a couple of probes protruding out of it for her holes. Her mouth was duct-taped shut. Her arms were tied behind her back.

Her legs were secured to the floor of the chamber with magnetic shackles that could be released quickly, leaving her firmly impaled on those two probes so she could not climb off. She was also strapped to a cushioned brace that was hooked up behind her. It was complete with a head rest, which kept her upright while she slept off the effects of the chloroform.

The glass was set for one-way. I could see in, but she couldn’t see out. For her it was mirrored, so she would be able to watch herself from any angle. I had the lab techs on stand-by outside her sealed door as I monitored her progress.

She was noticeably alarmed when she finally came around. I gave her plenty of time to recover from the effects of the chloroform as I pumped fresh air into her chamber. Then I started slowly filling it with water.

At the same time, I activated her probes. They began to spin and vibrate inside her. Briana’s eyes went wide in alarm.

She started to grunt into the duct tape covering her mouth. She groaned as the probes pulsed inside her. I could see her writhing as she ground herself against those two wicked posts up her holes. I figured if she wanted orgasms, this would definitely make sure she got them.

It wasn’t long until the water started climbing her legs, and she cried out in alarm. I had set the temperature for a cool flow, but not a cold one. Her nipples hardened up right away.

She began to wriggle and squirm as though she wanted out. Jenna giggled as she stood next to me while pointing at the monitors. “Serves her right,” she laughed. “This is really gonna get her good. But just look at the way she’s fucking those probes. You can tell she loves it.”

Briana whimpered as the water slowly climbed her legs. I had set it to fill with deliberate slowness. Thus, it was guaranteed to increase her suspense, as well as heighten her anxiety.

It gave her plenty of time to think about what was going to happen to her. I heard her muffled cries as she begged to be let out. I considered it, but I wondered if she was just putting on a show for my benefit.

As soon as the cool water reached her crotch, she popped off. Briana writhed uncontrollably as her eyes rolled. “She’s cumming!” Jenna observed excitedly. “I can tell; it must be so scary that it’s really turning her on.”

Then she turned to face me. “You mean she really can’t see outside the chamber?”

“Nope,” I replied, getting somewhat excited myself. “What she sees in there is her own reflection.”

“Then she’s watching herself cum,” Jenna breathed excitedly. “Gawd; that’s got to be hot! She’s gonna get to watch herself drown. Wish I was in there instead of her.”

“Careful,” I told her ominously. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” Jenna looked at me, and I swear she trembled a little at the erotic possibilities.

The water continued to rise inside the chamber. Briana wriggled about even more as she grunted and groaned. She appeared to be frightened out of her wits, and she tried to cry out through the duct tape covering her mouth.

I ignored her cries while quietly murmuring, “That’s what you get, sweetheart, when you ask to be drowned.” Jenna heard me, and she turned and grinned at me.

The water reached Briana’s breasts, making her nipples really stick out. Briana let out a muffled cry, her body writhing as she ground into those probes. “Gawd; she’s cumming again!” Jenna murmured, touching herself all over as she watched the monitors. “That is so fucking hot! I can’t wait until you drown me again!”

My cock was hard and throbbing in my trousers as I watched the erotic display. The water slowly, but steadily, climbed her body. It covered her shoulders, and then made its way up her neck.

It reached her chin, and she began hyperventilating through her nose, her eyes wide in horror. As it climbed the duct tape covering her mouth, I heard Jenna gasp beside me, telling me how excited it was making her to watch. I actually heard her rub one off in her black one-piece while crying out orgasmically.

Briana tipped her head back, but she could only go so far. I could see her huffing and puffing through her nose, the force of her exertions stirring the water rising just below her nostrils. Then she took one last breath before the water slowly climbed up toward her wide-open eyes.

Once she couldn’t breathe anymore, I triggered the valve. Water flowed fast into her chamber until it quickly filled to capacity. Then I nudged the controls to the probes.

Briana was wide-eyed as she really started fucking those probes shoved up her holes. She grunted and groaned like a helpless fuck-beast. Soon air started snorting out of her nose in bubbly bursts.

I heard her high-pitched grunts. Then there was a muffled cry, followed by a series of gurgles. That’s when she really started thrashing about in her bondage.

“Gawd; that’s got to be a big one!” Jenna gasped in awe. A moment later she let out a cry as she had one herself.

Briana snorted air and water out of her nose as she thrashed about. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as she started convulsing. “She’s drowning!” Jenna gasped breathlessly. “Gawd, that is so fucking hot! Serves her right!”

Briana struggled in her bindings as though she was fighting for her very life. She continued to spasm painfully as air continued to spew out of her nose. Then she jerked hard with one last spasm before her body seemed to give out. She went limp, her eyes vacant as little tiny bubbles trickled out of her nose.

I heard Jenna gasp in wonder as I shut down the probes and triggered the drain. The chamber flushed rapidly. Then I quickly activated the release to Briana’s magnetic shackles.

I activated the controls to unseal the door. That let the techs in. They’d been waiting on the other side for the moment when they could go in.

Both rushed in professionally. They quickly got Briana off the saddle and back out the door. I think that’s when I worried the most, my heart racing as I waited for the all-clear.

A moment later, one of them came on the intercom. “She’s conscious; she’s fine; and she’s on her way to the infirmary.”

I breathed a sigh of relief before I answered him, thanking them both for their good work. He acknowledged my reply. Then he signed off.

I was suddenly aware that my lab coat was open and that my pants had been pulled down. Jenna was on her knees, a look of excitement in her eyes as she set my hard cock free. “Now THAT’S no good,” she observed. “It just wouldn’t be right leaving you all alone with blue balls, doc!” Then she took me into her mouth.

She bobbed up and down for several minutes, taking me deep down her throat and moaning hungrily. I gasped, instinctively trying to hold back. But it was virtually impossible.

I finally cried out as I exploded into her mouth. Jenna moaned lustfully as she took most of it down. Some of it leaked out around the seal her lips had made around my cock.

She opened her mouth to show me what was still inside. Then she gulped it down before sucking my cock clean. “Delicious!” she gasped when she was done.

She helped pull my pants back on before rising up to kiss me with cummy lips. “Briana got to drown, but I got your cum!” she giggled excitedly. “Next time, I hope it’ll be the other way around. Thanks, doc! Now I’d better go check on Bree!” Then she was playfully out the door, leaving me standing there in astonishment…

—

I checked in on Briana a couple of hours later. She seemed none the worse for wear. But she did give me an accusing look.

“I didn’t know you were going to do THAT to me, doc!” Then her anger faded as a big smile broke out all over her face.

“Jen came in here and told me all about your wicked little experiment. She said she wanted to help, so I owe her big time for that one. She also said she got to watch the whole thing with you.”

I was going to say something. But Briana only paused briefly before going on… “Gawd, doc; that was fucking intense! I came so fucking hard when the water climbed up over my head and I started to drown! What you did was wicked! But I fucking loved it!”

I felt relieved that she’d enjoyed herself. But I also felt dismayed I hadn’t curbed her enthusiasm any. That much was evident once she asked, “So when’s the next one, doc?”

“NEXT one??” I blurted out in astonishment. “You’ve got a couple days in the infirmary first. Then you’ve got a few more as we watch you for any signs of internal system failure.”

“Then when are you going to get Jenna next?” she wanted to know. “I SO want to be in on that one! That little slut is so fucking gonna pay!”

“When I need more data or have need of another drowning victim, I’ll let you both know.” I shook my head in astonishment that these two young women loved drowning so much.

“Jenna told me about her little blowjob,” Briana said to me. “I think it’s only fair I get your cock next.”

“We’ll see,” I told her with a dismissive wave. “Now you just stay put and do what they tell you until they release you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, humbly bowing her head. When I threw up my hands in mock frustration as I left the infirmary, I heard her laughter trailing behind me…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Mar 27 ’10; ed. Jul 8 ‘22 by riwa)

I’ve been working in the Underwater Research Laboratory for over a year, trying to help Dr Crocker come up with a way to help prevent drowning deaths. The problem is: once someone drowns out in the field, it is difficult to revive them, much less keep them alive due to fluid in the respiratory system. For the time being, I’ve been assigned the task of coming up with something that will serve in a prevention capacity.

Experiments have been performed using a mist for the lungs to keep them from absorbing too much water into the respiratory system. Experiments have also been performed concerning the amount of oxygen in the water. That way, if someone does drown, there is enough oxygen absorption to prevent brain damage and death. The results so far show some promise.

I’ve spent some time working on a combination of the two in the hopes that when applied together, they could greatly reduce drowning deaths. Among other issues is the problem of CO2 dispersal, passing it through the liquid in the lungs and back out of the body before reaching dangerous levels. Using the experimental mist to activate the lungs to pass the CO2 back out through a liquid system has been proving to be a difficult task.

I’ve finally come up with something that might work. But it requires heavily oxygenated water, as well as a misting of the lungs.

The whole thing seems impractical from a cost basis. But Dr Crocker has told me to go ahead and see what I can come up with. He says it might not accomplish much in the short term. But any kind of success may lead to further research, as well as a future breakthrough.

I’ve experimented with several lab animals, with promising results. But I have yet to try it out on humans. I’m understandably hesitant, and so is Dr Crocker.

We’ve lost a couple of colleagues and test subjects in our experiments. Although they volunteered and knew the risks, it still weighs heavily on Dr Crocker’s mind.

You’d be surprised at the volunteers we’ve had though. Maybe it’s the fact that we pay them well. But I think some of them are in it simply for the thrill of being underwater, as well as the erotic fear of actually drowning. And when I say “erotic”, I mean that in the truest sense of the word.

You see, we have two females in particular who love taking part in any kind of drowning experiments we initiate. Fortunately, both have proven to be relatively easy to resuscitate thus far, although we always run them through the infirmary right away, keeping them there for a couple days for observation. No matter how often we drown them, they always come back for more.

I get the impression it has become something sexual for the two of them. The two women associate drowning with orgasms. Despite my concerns, they keep volunteering. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve developed a sexual relationship with each one of them, and I’m concerned it might affect my objectivity.

Dr Crocker has addressed my concerns. He says as long as my work remains professional and I take good care of them during my tests, he has no objections. He believes that being more emotionally involved with our volunteers means we take better care of them. Perhaps what we lose in objectivity, we gain by an increase in our safety precautions.

Jenna is the smaller of the two, all the way down to her 34B’s on her chest. The 29 year old is 5’3” and 105 lbs, with shoulder length, brown hair and brown eyes. Her heritage is an interesting mixture of Spanish, German and Irish, which clearly shows through in her soft facial features. She is a feisty young lady, up for almost anything. In addition, she is a totally submissive little bisexual.

Briana is from Germany. She’s 6 inches taller, about the same height as I. The 31 year old is 125 lbs, and is your typical blonde haired, blue-eyed Aryan.

She sports a pair of 34DD’s, and has an amazingly tight ass. Despite their differences the two women are good friends. I’ve learned they’ve also become passionate lovers.

For some reason, they’ve taken a shine to me. They can see how careful I am with them. So they know they can trust me.

I have a tendency to drown them more often than anyone else in the laboratory. Despite my concerns that one day they might not survive an experiment despite my best efforts, they keep coming back for more.

I suppose it’s my own fault. I like my subjects to be as comfortable as possible, although drowning is anything but. I like to calm my volunteers.

I’ve found that when I use sexual methods, it often distracts them. But I think it has skewed my results. I suspect some of my work has been tainted by the sexuality of some of my experiments.

It has definitely affected Jenna and Briana in ways I hadn’t calculated. For one thing, they keep coming back for more, begging me to drown them over and over again. I’ve tried to discourage them; even tried to warn them there is still a significant risk. But I fear their love of drowning and orgasms has blunted their fear of death.

I’ve told them both that it’s possible someday their bodies simply won’t be able to handle the continued violation of water in the lungs despite my efforts at perfecting the mist. But I think they’ve both come too far now. Both have told me at one time or another that it would be an incredible way to go if they were to drown and couldn’t be revived. I guess once the genie is out of the bottle, it’s impossible to put him back inside.

I remember the first time I drowned Jenna. I used the specially built Coffin tank on her. The glass walls are only two feet high, and it has soft straps in the bottom to secure the arms, legs and neck.

It’s wide enough for the volunteer to spread her legs a little. And it has no top, so as to discourage any kind of claustrophobic feelings. So it probably feels a little deceptive in its purpose.

I told her I wanted to run two simultaneous tests on her. First, I told her I wanted to see how long I could build up her breath-holding abilities. Then I said I wanted to study the drowning process. She was understandably nervous, but she told me she was willing to participate.

I told her she could wear anything she felt comfortable in. But she wanted to be nude. So she stripped out of her clothes and put them in a neat little pile. Jenna is quite the exhibitionist. I think it excites her to be naked in front of me, because her little nipples get hard and pointed.

After I strapped her down into the tank, I offered her a nose clip. But she turned me down. She said if she was going to drown for me, she was going to have to get used to having water up her nose.

I told her I was going to keep her underwater for 30 seconds to start with. Then I opened the valve. Lukewarm water quickly filled the Coffin tank from the bottom up. She filled her lungs with air, causing her cheeks to bulge. Water flowed up over her body all the way to within about 4 inches from the top.

As I kept track of, and recorded, her responses, she released a few bubbles out of her mouth and nose. I saw her wince, as it must have stung a little. But pretty soon, she adapted to it.

She actually smiled up at me as if to indicate it was no sweat at all. After 30 seconds I drained the tank. Then I matched her time underwater with a 30 second break.

During that pause, I told her I was quite impressed with how well she had done. She told me she swam all the time. She said she usually had no trouble making it to 90 seconds underwater whenever she was messing around holding her breath.

I told her that was a good time, but that we would probably shoot for 2 minutes before we were done. She gave me a brief look of concern as though 2 minutes might be too much for her to handle. Then she told me she would do her best.

After her allotted 30 seconds were up, I opened the valve and started filling the tank again. She rapidly filled her lungs moments before the water flowed over her face. I watched her closely.

I could actually see her start to strain a little as her time underwater approached 1 minute. But for the most part, she just smiled up at me. She deliberately shook her chest, flirting with me by trying to emphasize her tits. Air dribbled out of her nose, and I think she deliberately blew bubbles up at me.

I drained the tank, and as the water level dropped below her face, she gasped for breath. I congratulated her on how well she had done. She beamed at me with a look of self-assurance.

“This is easier than I thought,” she told me proudly. “This is also more fun than I imagined it would be. I think you’re going to have to keep me underwater longer than 2 minutes to drown me.”

I admired her spunk as I watched her get her breath back. But I couldn’t help wondering how confident she would be the moment her lungs gave out and she started to drown. “Now this one will be 1:30,” I told her in warning. “I hope you’re ready.”

“Piece of cake!” she responded proudly.

I started flooding the tank again. She took a deep breath before water flowed over her face. As soon as she was submerged, she started shaking her tits back and forth a little.

She blew little bubbles of air out of her mouth. I warned her not to use up her air. She just licked her lips as she looked up at me with an innocent smile.

When she passed a minute, I saw she had to work a little harder to hold her breath. I saw her chest start to heave gently. As her breasts wobbled back and forth, her nipples hard and pointed, her tummy started to convulse a little.

I heard a few grunts as she tried to hold it. I could see the fear starting to manifest in her eyes. She was starting to spurt air out of her mouth in bursts when the tank drained at the 1:30 mark.

The fear in her eyes lessened considerably as she gasped for breath. “Wow; that was kind of hard!” she told me. Then she looked at me as though studying the look on my face.

“Does this excite you?” she asked curiously. “I know its research and all. But the look in your face is… well… does this excite you?”

I admitted that it did. That’s when she got this mischievous little smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled as though she had a new purpose for engaging in this test.

This time she was given 90 seconds to get her breath back before I started filling the tank again. When she heard me turn the valve, she gasped for breath. I saw her chest rise and fall as she filled her lungs.

“Remember,” I reminded her. “This will be 2 full minutes. So you’d better hold it as long as you can.”

Water flowed over her face until bubbles dribbled out of her nose. The water level rose until it totally covered her. It rose rapidly until I shut it off, leaving her about a foot or so below the surface.

As I looked down at Jenna, I realized how aroused I’d become by looking down at her naked body. She looked rather sexy lying there, secured to the floor of the tank by those straps around her arms, legs and neck. She was utterly helpless, and at my command.

At that moment, it occurred to me I could do anything I wanted to her. It also occurred to me she might not make it to 2 minutes unless I found some other way of distracting her. And since she was being flirtatious as hell, I figured I might as well respond.

At the 1 minute mark, I stuck my hand into the water and started gently rubbing her breasts. Jenna’s eyes opened in astonishment at my touch. Her hardened nipples seemed to stiffen even more.

She closed her eyes, moaning softly and burbling up at me as though enjoying what I was doing to her. She even wriggled around a little. Jenna groaned softly as more bubbles trickled out of her nose.

At around the 1:30 mark, I saw her tummy start to heave a little. That’s when I slid my hand down to her crotch. I began rubbing gently over her cleanly-shaved pussy.

Jenna groaned as more nose bubbles reached the surface. Then she began thrusting up against my hand. Her pussy was slick with arousal, and I wondered if it was due to more than just my touch.

Her labia were fully engorged as I rubbed my fingers back and forth between them. I carefully rubbed my thumb over the hood of her clit. That really made her moan, and she lifted up her torso as though begging for more.

I noticed when her lungs started to heave. But her time was almost done. Her head twisted from side to side as she bubbled her air away.

The more I rubbed my fingers over her pussy opening, the more she tried to thrust herself against my hand, moaning impatiently. Then her time was up. The tank automatically began to drain again until her face was totally exposed.

“You made two minutes,” I told her with a smile as she gasped for breath. But a part of me wondered if my results were skewed by the fact that I’d “distracted” her.

“I did, didn’t I!” she panted rather proudly. Then her eyes flashed mischievously at me.

She giggled, “I had some help though, you pervert. Gawd; you were making me squirm! At the end there, I started to get a little dizzy.”

“Now it gets harder,” I told her as I checked the settings and reset the valve to the tank. “You should know, I plan on keeping you down the full 2:30.”

“I’ve never made 2:30 before,” she gasped uncertainly. “What if I don’t make it?”

“Then you’ll drown,” I told her simply. I don’t know why my cock quivered at the thought.

Yes, I do…

“If I make 2:30, you won’t drown me then?” she asked nervously.

“Of course I’m going to drown you.” I couldn’t help smiling when I said it, and I felt my cock quiver again. “You ARE going to drown today, honey. That’s what this experiment is all about.”

“Gawd!”

In the tank, Jenna gasped anxiously for breath. I couldn’t quite tell if it was out of fear or excitement.

I told her, “If you don’t want to drown, you should just hold your breath for 2:30. That’s the next time to shoot for.” In response my volunteer started gasping for breath, slowly filling her lungs and then exhaling.

I don’t know if I felt the need to explain, or whether it was a bit of a sadistic streak in me. I looked down in the tank at her as I said, “I suppose you should know that if you start to drown before the time is up, then reaching 2:30 won’t save you. Once you start to drown, you’ll be kept underwater until your body has stopped struggling. Then I’ll drain the tank and bring you back. You should only be out about 20 or 30 seconds at most. Do you understand?”

“Gawd!” she gasped again, her eyes wide. Then she nodded while quietly murmuring, “Ok.”

After her 2 minute break, the tank started filling again. She quickly filled her lungs moments before water flowed over her face. Then she was under again, the flowing water causing her hair to swirl around her head like it had previously. For the next 2:30, she would be stuck underwater while being forced to hold her breath.

Almost immediately, her drowning concerns seemed to disappear, because she started winking at me. She even tried to wriggle around as though wanting to show off her tits to me. Once again, she blew sexy little bubbles up at me. I suspected she was trying to turn me on even more. So I decided it was time to get back at her.

I had instructions to study a drowning subject in the cause of finding some way to help future victims. But I had no real directives as to how to go about it. It was pretty much left to my discretion.

I was allowed to do whatever I deemed necessary or reasonable, providing it didn’t further harm the subject. With Jenna being such a flirt, I decided it was time to strike back.

Making sure she was all right, I smiled at her before stepping away from the tank. She tried to see where I went, her brow furrowing in confusion. I was gone long enough to retrieve something from a nearby cabinet.

When I got back, I showed it to her. Jenna’s eyes opened wide as I showed her the slender pink vibrator in my hand.

Turning it on, I knelt down next to the tank. Then I proceeded to gently brush it back and forth over her nipples. Her response was almost immediate…

Her eyes got big as saucers, and her little nipples hardened right up. Then her eyes closed tightly. It was as though she was trying to shut it out of her mind.

Her body writhed around in the tank as she began to moan. Either she would make 2:30, or she would blow her air away. Either way, it would give me something worth taking notes on.

Her naked, writhing body got me hard pretty quick as I rubbed the vibe back and forth over her nipples. At around the 1:20 mark, I moved it down, tracing a line down her tummy to her protruding clit. When I lightly brushed it over the top of her nub, she groaned and bubbled as her torso thrust upwards.

Jenna really started to wriggle and thrust as erotic bubbles dribbled out of her mouth and nose. It wasn’t long until I saw her chest start to heave. Her tummy rippled as her lungs protested.

I took the vibe and slowly worked it back and forth between her engorged labia. Her torso instantly rose up as though she wanted the buzzing thing deep inside her. Jenna moaned as though in agony, writhing around as though she was being tickled or something.

I could hear the quiet buzzing of the vibe as I brushed it over the opening to her pussy. She thrust against it in frustration, groaning helplessly. Her lips clenched as air spurted out in little bursts, her breasts shaking with each new spasm.

I chuckled sadistically as I slid the vibrator against her opening, pushing the tip of it inside. The poor thing cried out, and she humped against it as though she was desperately trying to fuck the damn thing. She strained against the straps holding her down, losing more air in spurts and bursts as her body writhed.

I was surprised to hear the drain open and the tank start to empty, especially since I hadn’t paid that close attention to the time. Jenna groaned as she continued to hump against the vibe in my hand. But when I took it away, she cried out in frustration.

The water level fell below her face. She gasped madly for breath. “Bastard!” she sputtered. “Fuck; that was intense! I nearly came, damn you! Why’d you pull it away?”

“Because you made it to 2:30, honey,” I told her matter-of-factly as I smiled innocently.

She didn’t seem to care how long she’d been under. “But I wanted to CUM!” she protested. “I was holding my breath; and I was starting to get dizzy; and it was feeling incredible; and I was getting so close; and…”

She looked at me as though putting two and two together. Then she stated, “You wanted to drown me as I came, don’t you!” Her eyes were wide from a mixture of alarm and intense arousal.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” I admitted… although to be truthful, I hadn’t considered that. But occurred to me I would probably get some interesting observations if she drowned in the midst of a full-blown orgasm.

“Perhaps that would be too much,” I told her with a wink as I glanced at the time, seeing how much longer she had to get her breath back. “Maybe we should just go back to a simple breath-hold.”

“Make me cum!” she blurted out. “I want to cum underwater! Gawd; that felt so intense for a minute there! Make me cum; please?”

“Actually, I’m not concerned so much about you cumming as I am about you drowning.”

“But I wanna CUM!” she gasped.

“Better get ready,” I warned. “That last one was 2:30. This next one will be 3 minutes.”

“Let me cum!” she begged.

“If you cum, then you’ll probably drown.”

“I don’t care! I just want to cum underwater! Drown me if you have to; just let me cum!”

I considered it for a moment. Then I told her, “If you cum, then I’m going to keep you under until you drown… whether you reach 3 minutes or not.”

She only hesitated a moment… “Then drown me, damn you! Just let me cum!”

“If that’s the way you want it, sweetheart,” I told her with a wicked grin. “Better get your breath back, honey. This is going to be a really long one.”

Jenna started taking long, deep breaths in preparation for her time underwater. But I couldn’t help noticing that she seemed to be trembling with excitement. I examined the vibe in my hand, and I smiled sinisterly at her.

“Don’t you DARE tease me!” she gasped. Then at 2:30, the valve opened and the tank started filling with water.

“It’s MY experiment,” I told her with a wicked grin. “I’ll run it the way I see fit.”

She had no time for a response, as the flowing water climbed higher. She took a deep breath moments before it would have been too late. Then she was underwater.

The tank finished filling. Jenna closed her eyes and settled in for a long one. I could tell she was terribly aroused by how erect her nipples had become. I also thought I saw a little streamer of her arousal leaking out of her pussy. If she was afraid of drowning, she certainly wasn’t showing it.

For the first minute or so, I allowed her to stew underwater, making her think I wasn’t even going to touch her. I could tell by how stiff she seemed that she was waiting anxiously for me to get started. I couldn’t help smiling in spite of myself, being thankful for some of the odd, yet enjoyable, perks this job has for me.

I think she heard me when I turned the vibe back on. There was the faintest hint of movement as though she had jerked or something. Then I brought the vibe in and brushed it gently over her painfully erect nipples.

She moaned and writhed a little as blips of air dribbled out of her nose. I watched her for a greater reaction as I slowly traced a line down below with the vibe. She bubbled as her body quivered.

I brought it down her tummy until I ran it over the top of her clit. She tensed and groaned again, keeping her eyes closed tightly. It was as though she was afraid I might stop if she opened them.

She began to writhe and squirm, but still she kept her eyes closed. It was almost as though she was pushing this one, wanting to hold her breath for as long as was humanly possible. I ran the buzzing vibrator between her pussy lips, and she wriggled around as she humped against it, groaning intensely.

It wasn’t long until her chest started to heave. I saw little stomach convulsions as her need to breathe increased. She began to hump against the vibe in my hand a little harder.

I wriggled it around until it was buzzing her opening. Then I slipped it deep inside her. That’s when I started a gentle thrusting.

Jenna’s eyes snapped open. She started to grunt and bubble in earnest as she tried to grind against the buzzing vibe in her pussy. Air dribbled out of her nose as her lips clenched.

Her grunts and whimpers increased in intensity. As she passed 2:40, she really began humping against the buzzing vibe thrusting inside her. Her breasts shook as her chest heaved.

Her stomach convulsed in what looked like painful spasms. Jenna winced as air spurted out past her clenched lips. Her hips came up like she was fucking that buzzing vibe.

Her back arched as her hands flexed. As she passed 3:00, I really started thrusting it inside her. After all, I was certain she was never going to make 3:30.

All of the sudden Jenna stiffened as though she’d been hit with a jolt of electricity. Then I heard an underwater scream as air erupted out of her mouth. Her body bucked and shook as her arms and legs writhed in their straps, her feet cocking and curling as her hands flexed wildly.

For a second, I thought she was going to choke herself out with that strap around her neck. Then she gurgled as she reflexively inhaled. That’s when her eyes snapped open in horror.

Almost immediately, she began bucking against the straps as air gushed out of her mouth. She tried to scream again. But all that came out was a series of grunts.

Her mouth kept opening and closing like she was gulping down water. Her hair swirled wildly around her head. It was the most incredible thing I have ever seen.

My cock was hard as I witnessed the whole thing. I watched intently so I could jot down every observation. Then I saw a sudden discharge of fluid out of her pussy, although it didn’t look like urine.

Jenna suddenly settled onto the floor of the tank as though she’d lost the will to struggle any more. She stared up in shock and awe, her mouth open from her futile attempts to pull air into her lungs. Her brown hair swirled around her head until it started to settle.

Several tiny bubbles slipped out past her parted lips as her body twitched a couple of times. That’s when I drained the tank at 3:27. When it was empty, I started the resuscitation process.

Jenna came around in less than 20 seconds. She had this dazed look on her face as though she’d been drugged or was confused or something. That’s when I picked her up, carried her over to a gurney and then rolled her down to the infirmary…

—

I went to check on her a couple of hours later. When I saw her, she said she was fine. She also said she’d never had an orgasm as powerful as the one she’d experienced in the tank. She said she faintly recalled having a second one, but between that and sucking air into her lungs, she had been battered into unconsciousness.

I thanked her for her participation, telling her I was glad she was all right. “Oh, NO!” she gasped excitedly. “Thank YOU! I’m ready to do another one!”

“Didn’t it hurt?” I asked incredulously.

“Hurt like hell,” she responded. “But FUCK; what a rush! When are we gonna do the next one?” I told her I’d get back to her on that.

Once again, I thanked her for her participation. Then I took my leave. But I had to shake my head in amazement as I walked down the hallway.

It was simply unbelievable what some people were willing to put themselves through just to experience a rather powerful orgasm…

2010; 2022 (written for Drownlover Mar 6 ’10; ed. Jul 3 ‘22 by riwa)