Note: a repost, and one of the earliest stories I ever wrote using the preview pictures from an Aquafantasies clip.
Bridgette awakened to discover that her boyfriend was not in bed with her. There was a note on her nightstand. She picked it up and read the words “LET’S PLAY A GAME!”
What game did he want to play? She called out for him, wanting more information. Did he want her to dress up? What did he have in mind?
There was no response. She called out again. He did not holler back.
“Figures!” she murmured as she shook her head. Maybe he was going to spring it on her. Bridgette decided she would take a shower and clean up just in case.
She was in the shower when she thought she heard a thump. She paused to look outside the shower. “Allan; is that you?” But again there was no response. So she went back to washing her hair.
After a while she turned off the water.“Ok, Allan; I finished my shower! Do you want me to get dressed or not?” Again there was no answer. Did he want her clothed or naked? What kind of game was he interested in playing?
She came out of the shower dripping wet. She called out for Allan as she went to fetch a towel. “What’s this game you want to play – AUUGHMMMMMMMPH!”
The cloth covered her face, catching her totally by surprise. What the hell was Allan doing?? Her next breath pulled noxious fumes into her lungs, severely weakening her.
Her second breath was enough to make her eyes roll. Bridgette lost consciousness. Then she crumpled unconscious onto the floor.
She awakened to find herself naked in the deep end of her backyard pool with a dive mask on her face. She was chained to a cinder block, her wrists and ankles cuffed together. A weight belt hung snugly around her waist. There was a regulator in her mouth to give her the air she needed, the hose leading up to the surface.
She tried kicking her legs. But it did no good. Her ankles were securely cuffed, tied together with a small chain.
Bridgette inhaled deeply, feeling a jolt of wildly erotic tingles. Was the game Allan wanted to play going to take place in the pool? They always did enjoy an erotic skinny-dip together, often resulting in sex in the water or somewhere on dry land.
‘Allan, you devil!’ she thought with a smile as a surge of arousal flowed through her. ‘What the hell kind of game are we going to play out here this time?’ Are you going to fuck me while nearly drowning my ass?’
She was stretched out along the bottom of the pool, securely tethered to the cinder block. Bridgette inhaled from the regulator. She could hold her breath; was he going to tease her by pulling the reg out of her mouth several times?
She struggled to free herself as she tugged and pulled on the chain. It was no use; she would have to wait for Allan. She took another breath of compressed air as her nipples hardened from her erotic situation.
She felt a surge of panic over Allan’s delay. She started to struggle as she looked upward. Allan was still not in the pool.
Where the hell was he? What was taking him so long?? Bridgette cried out into the reg in her mouth, thrashing about like mad to no avail. Maybe he was somewhere up there getting his kicks watching her struggle.
The hose whipped around as a result of her struggles. She grunted anxiously, her lips clamped tightly around the mouthpiece to the regulator. Losing it now would cost her dearly, especially if that bastard Allan was taking his sweet time before coming down to join her.
She kicked and struggled, trying to pull her feet free of the cuffs around her ankles. But they remained tightly secured. Then she thought she saw movement up near the edge of the pool.
There was definitely someone up there. Was it Allan? It was about fucking time!
She saw a man in trunks jump into the pool and swim down toward her. That’s when her eyes flew open in astonishment. That wasn’t Allan! That was his best friend Buddy, the guy who’d come on to her at that party the night before! She’d shot him down, embarrassing him in front of several people.
He came right down to her with a look of grim determination on his face. All she could do was stare at him in shock… “Buddy?? What the hell are you doing here?? Where’s Allan??”
She grunted as he reached for the regulator between her lips. She felt him try to work it out of her mouth… “Buddy; what are you doing??”
Had Allan told him about some of the pool games they’d played before? What the hell was he doing here?? Where the hell was Allan??
She grunted as he jerked it out of her mouth. Instinctively she started holding her breath. Was Allan using Buddy as a part of their kinky play? If so, why had he allowed Buddy to see her naked??
He tossed the regulator well out of her reach. She watched as he swam up and climbed out of the pool. Then he pulled on the hose, pulling the regulator up out of the water before walking away.
Bridgette looked up in alarm. She was still tethered to the cinder block. What kind of game was this?? Had Allan and Buddy conspired against her? Were they both up there watching her hold her breath while getting their kicks??
This was humiliating. She hoped they were enjoying themselves up there. But afterwards she was going to have a long talk with Allan about including Buddy in their crazy pool games without her consent.
The seconds ticked by. There was still no sign of Allan or Buddy. Her lungs were beginning to burn as those familiar spasms rippled in her stomach.
Her lungs started to hurt. She could hold her breath for quite a while. But she couldn’t hold it forever.
The chain kept her tethered to the block as she rolled over and arched her back. She tried to flash her goodies as a few bubbles slipped out past her lips. Her mind cried out, “OK, GUYS! GET DOWN HERE AND FREE ME OR GIVE ME THE REGULATOR! I CAN’T HOLD MY BREATH MUCH LONGER!”
Her cheeks bulged as her lungs heaved… “ALLAN, I CAN’T HOLD IT… MUCH… LONGER!” But he did not appear, nor did Buddy. Furthermore, the regulator did not come down to give her the air she needed.
Bridgette finally reached the point where she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Her lungs gave out with a massive eruption of bubbles. Then she started grunting as her body went into seizures, all caught up in the throes of a painful drowning.
Bridgette bucked and shuddered as she fought her drowning. She finally let out a bubbly sigh. The weight belt helped her writhing body settle upon the pool floor on her back.
She looked up at the surface in shock, wondering where Allan had gone. Why the hell had Buddy taken away her regulator? He wasn’t pissed just because she’d turned him down, was he?
The police were called when Bridgette failed to meet up with her friends later that night. When they arrived they found Allan strangled to death in the garage. When they finally got around to the matter of questioning Buddy, they discovered he had fled the state.
2003; 2020 (written Sep 20 ’03; ed. Apr 2 ‘20 by riwa)
(Pictures are from Aqua Fantasies “Mermaids in Peril III” and are used for illustration purposes.)