Shelly in Cancun 18 – Climax
Jake turns and gives me a bit of a grin. I don’t know if he’s playing up his part or whether he’s genuinely interested in what’s about to happen. My heart hammers in my chest as my crotch throbs from a terrible arousal.
“Sorry you had to get all caught up in this, Shelly. But I know you. I think you’re really going to enjoy drowning.” My breath catches in my throat as I’m hit with another erotic surge…
“You were really wet when I fucked you, ‘Shel’. I’ll bet you’re anxious as hell to get down there and drown, aren’t you? At least you’re going to go out the way you’d like to go; am I right?”
Andria cries out in horror. But I just curse at him behind the tape covering my mouth while trying to give him a dirty look. My damn pussy is aching like crazy. I’ll probably cum just as soon as I hit the damn water.
Andria cries out anxiously as he takes both concrete blocks. Then he carefully drops them over the edge. Our ropes instantly tighten around our ankles.
We almost go over with them. But he catches us both. Jake wraps his arms around us, holding us up for one final goodbye.
“Sorry, babe,” he tells Andria before he kisses her duct taped lips. She whimpers in agony, her chest heaving as she hyperventilates.
“Sorry, ‘Shel’,” he tells me again. But I try to make the same gesture I did before as though I could spit on him.
I try give him a look of utter contempt as my heart hammers in my chest. I do my best to breathe through my nose. Instinctively I try to fill my lungs with as much air as I can in the vain hope a rescue might be forthcoming.
At first I wonder how long I’ll be able to hold my breath. But what does it matter? It’s only going to prolong the inevitable. Still, I suspect my body is going to fight to live for as long as possible.
He suddenly pushes us both toward the edge of the tank. I inhale sharply, my pussy screaming at me. Andria screams into the tape covering her mouth.
Our fate is made official as we both topple over. Then we both hit the water with a splash. We’re instantly dragged down together by the concrete blocks attached to our ankles.
The two of us wriggle and squirm all the way down. We narrowly miss bumping into each other. Would it really matter if we did?
It hits me almost immediately as I’m devastated by my climax. It takes everything I have not to snort my air away through my nose. I lose a steady trickle of air nonetheless.
Andria struggles and squirms as she thrashes about. I see a disturbing amount of bubbles spewing out of her nostrils. I’m horrified at the sight. I’m also shamed at my reaction to such a terribly erotic spectacle.
I see the bodies of Shiori and Emiko come into view behind Andria. This time I’m treated to Emiko’s fearful, yet vacant expression. Then we finally hit the bottom with a couple of thuds.
Silt is stirred as we end up several feet away from the two we had so much fun with back on the wreck. Our sudden presence momentarily scares all the fish away. At least Andria can’t see our friends tethered behind her, especially the look on Emiko’s face.
The two of us start to drift back up, only to get held up short as the ropes tethering us to the blocks tighten up. Then we helplessly sway back and forth, almost bumping up against each other. Our pounding heartbeats measure our last seconds of life.
There’s not much more than a couple of feet separating us. I watch in erotic horror as Andria thrashes around. I can clearly see the anguish and despair in her eyes.
I try to convey to her how sorry I am and that it’s not her fault. I hope she sees my love and friendship in my expression and that I’m here for her. But I can see she’s utterly devastated by what Jake has done to us. I can see it in her eyes. She blames herself for everything.
“No, Andria!” I say to her with my eyes as I shake my head. But she’s already lost a lot of air. I can tell she’s losing the will to live.
She’ll be going first, probably in a matter of moments. My heart breaks as my damn pussy throbs shamefully. I’m perversely aroused, even though this is something I’d rather not watch.
My pussy’s already starting to ache again, building toward a second detonation. We’re facing each other chest to chest. Our erect nipples are about a foot away from gently brushing against each other.
It’s a double agony of fear and extreme eroticism. Then I see her start to writhe and squirm. More air is lost out of her nose.
She twists back and forth, her hands flexing helplessly behind her back. Her feet cock and curl as her body gently nudges mine. I try to give her a look that says I’m here for her and to hang on. But there’s sorrow and hopelessness in her eyes.
Behind her I suddenly notice all four men. They’re watching us from the observation platform behind Andria on the other side of the glass in that stairwell.
I’m glad she can’t see them, especially her former boyfriend Jake. I make it a point to try not to look at them. But I know it won’t be much longer until they get the show they’re all waiting to see.
It isn’t long until Andria starts to go. Her body thrashes about as her face takes on a look of abject misery. My eyes widen in horror and I scream into the tape… “NOOO!”
I watch in horror as her lungs spasm in her chest. Her tits heave mightily, her nipples painfully erect. She sways close enough to keep bumping into me.
My damn pussy throbs with erotic tingles. I hate myself for being so fearfully aroused like this. Her cheeks bulge, and I wince as another surge of perverse arousal hits me hard.
She gives me this sorrowful look as if to say “I’m so sorry I got you into this, ‘Shel’!” Then her lungs give out. Or maybe she just gives up.
Her head tips back as she loses a massive burst of air through her nostrils. I’m subjected to a horrible, gut-wrenching, close-up view of her snorting water into her nose. Then Andria goes into painful spasms as she starts to drown.
It’s so damned arousing that my pussy screams at me. I just can’t hold back the erotic explosion that goes off inside me. I’m ashamed as hell when my body shudders, a feeling of pleasurable warmth flowing through me.
My roommate goes into her death throes, jerking and gurgling. I can’t help screaming behind the tape covering my mouth. I’m utterly ashamed over my arousal from Andria’s drowning spasms.
Soon it’ll be my turn. I’m going to be right behind her in a matter of seconds. I can already feel my own lungs screaming at me.
I want her to know I’m right here with her. So I try to maintain eye contact, struggling to hold what’s left of my air with every fiber of my being. All I can do is try to communicate with her… “I’M HERE, BABY; I’M HERE!”
I watch in erotic horror. It tears me apart, seeing Andria go into spasms. I try to convey with my eyes just how much I love her. But I’m not sure she’s aware of me anymore.
Her body convulses painfully. Her head is instinctively tipped back. It’s as though she’s trying to stretch herself upward toward the surface.
Andria bucks and shudders, her hands flexing helplessly behind her back as her knees jerk and buckle. Her chest heaves, her breasts bouncing as her body tries to spew water out of her lungs. But she only succeeds in snorting more water down her throat until she grunts and gurgles.
It’s horrible to watch, especially when she keeps bumping into my breasts with her chest. My damn pussy throbs with a terrible ache, shaming me. At least I won’t be too much longer behind her.
My lungs are on fire, near to the point of breaking. Andria suddenly shudders hard before she seems to go limp. There are tears in my eyes as a small trickle of tiny bubbles stream out of her nose.
Her body sways back and forth. Her expression relaxes as the light of life winks out of her wide, terrified eyes. Gawd; no!
She gently bumps into me once or twice more before softly swaying in place, hanging there tethered to her block. I see nothing more than an occasional muscle twitch as stray nerve impulses fire off inside her. I choke down a sob as my own lungs heave in my chest.
Fear and a perverse arousal consume me. I fight with every last ounce of strength I have left. There’s still a vain hope rescue is imminent… that we might be pulled out and revived. But instinctively I know it’s not coming.
My own cheeks bulge. I look up to see those bastards watching me, knowing I’m going to drown any second now. Maybe it’s that final humiliation – the excitement that I’m going to be watched as I drown – that pushes me over the edge.
This time I can’t hold anything back. My pussy goes off with a fiery roar as my body bucks and jerks. Air spews freely out of my nose.
I just can’t hold my breath anymore. Bumping into Andria’s chest with her still hard nipples only makes it worse. My body shudders erotically.
I’m hit with wave after wave of white hot pleasure that absolutely devastates me. My hands flex uselessly behind my back. My feet cock and curl until I scream into the tape covering my mouth as my body shudders hard.
It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever endured. I’m powerless against it. I just can’t stop myself from greedily drinking it down.
…and then my tortured lungs give out as my body reflexively pulls water in through my nose…
It’s a shock to my system as I start jerking and convulsing on my tether. My body twists and shakes as I strain for the surface. Spasms rush through me as I grunt and gurgle.
It’s so intense that it actually hurts like hell. I feel like I’m being shaken like a rag doll. My orgasm starts to fade before brutally intensifying.
My eyes blink as I try to scream. It’s the most monstrous thing I’ve ever experienced: sexuality mixed with the pain. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My eyes settle on poor Andria swaying in front of me. I realize I’d gladly trade it away in a heartbeat if only we hadn’t left California to fly to Cancun in the first place. Then my climax mercifully begins to fade away.
I softly sway back and forth. My muscles have all but shut down. I can’t move, can’t struggle… can’t hardly feel a thing.
For a moment I’m in a haze of pleasant warmth. I convulse one last time, my body gently bouncing off Andria. Then I settle down to softly sway back and forth a couple of feet away.
A stream of tiny bubbles slips out of my nose. But I’m totally powerless to prevent them from leaving. Out of the corner of my eye I can see those bastards still watching us. But I just don’t care anymore.
I see Andria swaying gently in front of me from my having bumped into her several times. Her lifeless eyes look on in tired shock and despair as though she’s been deeply wounded. My heart aches for her, not so much that she drowned, but for the way Jake betrayed her.
I can just make out the bodies of Shiori and Emiko behind her. I wonder if maybe there’s an afterlife where we might be allowed to get together and frolic in a pool somewhere. Wishful thinking…
I suddenly get a blur of images as my life flashes before my eyes. Now I can’t see Andria anymore. The images are all I have left. I think my eyes are open, but my vision is gone.
I get an image of Stephanie in my mind. I feel bad for her. She’ll wonder why we aren’t there when she comes to pick us up at the airport.
I get an image of my slave-boy back in the mountains of the Northwest. I regret I’ll never get to see him again.
The last images I get are those of the fun Andria and I had at the reef with Shiori and Emiko. I feel a strange quiver as my pussy is reminded of Shiori’s sweet tongue. It’s almost as though she’s somehow licking me one last time. My body quivers gently in response.
I jerk and shudder as a death rattle gurgles up from somewhere deep inside me. Then the images fade away. The light flickers out of my eyes once and for all as my consciousness slips away, leaving my body to softly sway back and forth as a few stray, solitary bubbles slip out of my nose.
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EPILOGUE
The four men watch us from the platform for several moments after we’ve both drowned. Andria and I sway ever so softly as though there’s some sort of current running through the tank. Fish dart curiously around our bodies in the hopes we have bits of food for them the way other aquarium employees have fed them.
Jake acts all turned on about our drowning. But the other three men feel absolutely nothing, especially that poor employee from the aquarium. He is utterly horrified at what he has just witnessed.
Jake tells his two companions that if our bodies are found in the aquarium, there will be serious ramifications. Americans dying in Cancun under such abnormal circumstances will certainly bring severe scrutiny from the authorities. That’s when they all decide to force the employee of the aquarium to don scuba gear and pull us all up out of the tank along with the concrete blocks that tether us.
While that goes on, one of the men takes Jake down to the main floor to make him clean up the mess made by Almonte’s death. The crimson flow is mopped up, and the corpse body is wrapped up in canvas and tossed into the trunk I once occupied. Then the rest of our bodies are pulled out of the tank one by one, wrapped up in canvas and dumped into the trunk until it is full of bodies, ropes and blocks. The plans are to dispose of us out in the open water.
If that poor employee thought he was going to escape with his life in his hands, that hope is dashed the moment Jake clubs him over the head. He tumbles over into the tank and drowns, leaving his scuba gear lying there on the floor of the upper observation room as his body drifts to the bottom of the tank. The idea is to make it look like he came back to work late and had some sort of accident.
Jake and his two companions climb into the car. They drive to the marina for a little boat ride in the dead of night. All of our bodies are carried aboard.
The dock is quiet; there are no witnesses to this event. Then the boat quietly pulls away from the dock. Our bodies are motored out of the harbor so they can dump us somewhere out in the gulf.
With only four blocks on board, Jake ties Shiori and Emiko together before dumping them over the side, having removed the canvas so the fish will have something to feast upon. Then Almonte is tied to one of the available blocks and is tossed into the water after the bodies of his two Japanese girls.
I’m the next one to go. He shows absolutely no remorse or emotion whatsoever as he removes the canvass, ties my ankles to a block and pitches me over the side.
The bastard never sees it coming…
He’s got the body of his dead girlfriend unwrapped and has just finished tying her ankles to the last block when the fucking moron gets clocked from behind. It stuns him, and he collapses onto the floor of the boat, his head reeling. His two accomplices have decided he is more of a liability than an asset.
They tape his arms behind his back with the same duct tape he used to tie all us girls up with. Then they find an extra length of rope. Deciding to let the punishment fit the crime, they tie his ankles to the same block as his former girlfriend. The two are now destined to be together forever, although I’m sure that fact would disgust Andria were she alive to protest.
Jake comes to and moans incoherently, only to realize the trouble he’s in. “What are you DOING???” he protests, the reality of his situation setting in.
They don’t even say a word to him. Instead they roll Andria over the side first. Her naked body hits the water with a splash.
“WAIT!” he gasps in alarm. He finally understands his fate. It’s poetic irony, considering he’s going to drown attached to the body of his girlfriend.
The two of them pick him up along with the block he’s tethered to. The stupid bastard instantly becomes nothing but a pitiful little boy as he starts to scream for his mother. Then they toss him over the side.
In an instant the block jerks him under, along with his drowned girlfriend. It’s the knowledge that it’s Andria’s body bumping into him that fills him with naked terror as they’re both pulled down into the depths. He feels her naked flesh up against him, and it freaks him out.
For a second or two he believes he can actually see her face. There’s betrayal in her cold, lifeless eyes. It’s as though he’s staring into the face of an avenging angel.
The bastard screams his air away, and he inhales almost immediately. He gurgles and spasms painfully, drowning in less than a minute, tethered to the body of his former girlfriend. Andria deserves better than to be disposed of along with the body of the man she thought she loved. At least he gets to suffer the same way we all suffered in our final moments.
His accomplices motor to another location where they dispose of the rest of their incriminating evidence. It’s tossed overboard: all the canvas, the duct tape, the knife and the gun. Then they motor back to the marina.
They arrive and tie the boat up to the dock. Then they walk back to their vehicle and drive away. By morning, the only evidence that anything unusual happened over the last several hours is the body of the employee found at the bottom of the tank at the aquarium.
EPILOGUE 2
Stephanie never hears from us again. Even though we do not call her in advance of our return flight, she dutifully arrives at the airport to pick us up on the assumption we are arriving back as scheduled. But we’re not on the plane. She is understandably confused.
She tries calling our resort in Cancun. But no one has heard from the three of us or knows where we are. The bungalow was paid for in advance, but apparently we all disappeared during or shortly after the storm. The place was vandalized, but no one knows if that was due to our actions or whether it was the work of someone else.
There’s word the sailboat we’d rented has gone down, and it is suspected we might have gone down with it. There are also claims of a couple of scattered sightings the day after the storm. But no leads pan out.
After a full month of being missing, it is deemed likely we were lost at sea. Perhaps it happened before the sailboat reached its final resting spot. The scattered land sightings are intriguing, yet unsubstantiated.
Stephanie is forced to accept the unhappy proposition something bad must have happened and that we’re not coming back. She’s devastated, especially because there are no bodies to bury that would help confirm whether we actually died or not. After another couple of months she’s forced to give up our place and move into something smaller she can afford all by herself.
Making one last attempt to find Andria and I, Stephanie gives my slave boy back in the Northwest a call, asking if he’s heard from us. He tells her he hasn’t. So she relates the sad news that Andria, Jake and I disappeared while on a trip down to Cancun and that we never came back.
She says she has not heard from us in months now. She tells him about the bad storm down in Cancun. She fears the worst, sadly suspecting we have perished in some accident or storm.
She says they think we all might have gone down with the boat we were on. But she’s not sure she believes that. She tells him they found the boat but that there was no sign of any of us on the wreck.
She explains there is one unconfirmed report of an individual seeing Andria with a metal case the day after the storm. Another individual thinks they might have seen me at the airport the day after that big storm. The reports are conflicting, and she doesn’t know if we died during the storm or whether something happened to us the next day.
My slave boy is saddened by the news. He tells her how sorry he is and that he hopes maybe Andria and I will turn up somewhere. He says that knowing me and how adventurous and unpredictable I am, he believes almost anything is possible.
She says she hopes so too. They vow to call each other if either one of them ever hears anything. It’ll be the last time he ever hears from Stephanie.
The only ones who truly know what happened to us never tell a soul. Eventually they are killed as a result of their drug dealings, and their secrets die with them. The three of us are never heard from again…
2009; 2021 (written May 26 ’09; ed. Sep 3 ‘21 by riwa)