Chapter one
“C’mon, cunt!” a familiar voice calls for me.
I obediently rise to my feet. But I’m dressed in a pair of stilettos, forcing me to concentrate on keeping my balance. The only other things I wear are a red ball-gag strapped into my mouth and a leather collar around my neck, a leash dangling down from a ring in front of my neck
My arms are crossed and bound behind my back, forcing my tits to lewdly stick out. It means I have to walk carefully. One false step in my heels and I’m liable to pitch forward onto the floor.
My current Master Steve has packed a small bag of clothes for me. I find myself idly wondering what he has packed. I’m only supposed to be gone for a week.
Since I’m going to be in the hands of another Master, I suspect he only packed garments that will be scanty, skimpy and sexy. I find myself trembling at the prospect of finding myself in the hands of a new Master for a while. I think the change will be fun.
When I emerge out into the foyer, I see he’s standing there with someone who is similar in height and weight. But when I see my new Master’s face, I’m a little disappointed. That’s when my expectations deflate.
He’s not the least bit intimidating. In fact, he has the face of a sensitive soul. Hell, he’s probably even got an average cock!
As I draw closer, I hear the tail end of their conversation. “Ah, here she comes now, the fucking cunt,” Steve says with a smile. In his hand is the bag of clothes he’s packed for me.
“Here are her clothes, what few you will probably need.” Then he hands the new guy the bag. “And here are the keys,” he finishes, picking up my leash and putting it in the guy’s hand.
He grabs me by my chin and shakes my head. “You’re going to be a good girl for your new Master; aren’t you?” he warns. “I’m going to be so disappointed if you’re not.” I grunt as I nod my head, figuring I’ll find some way to be entertained by this new guy.
“All I ask is that you bring her back in one piece with all of her holes still usable,” Steve tells my new Master with a grin. “Anything else is fair game. Any other questions?” The guy shakes his head before looking at me with a smile, apparently admiring my body.
“Be good, cunt!” Steve tells me as he swats my ass with a loud smack. Then he gives me this dangerous look. It’s as though he knows I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. That’s when I find myself getting wet between my legs.
The new guy parades me around in my nudity before leading me out to the parking lot. He has some sort of Explorer parked out there where he stops in back. I was expecting something a little fancier. Once more, I find myself wondering how much fun I’m actually going to have with someone the likes of him.
He opens the back and tosses in my bag. Then to my utter astonishment, he shoves me in with it. I bounce with a grunt, my cunt suddenly getting wet again.
“Whores don’t ride in front,” he explains with an air of menace before he shuts me in with my bag. I hear him climb into the vehicle. A moment later, we roar off.
I find myself rolling around in the rear of his vehicle, my arms still secured and useless behind my back. I have this growing tingling inside me as though I’ve seriously misjudged him. I’ll soon find out just how wrong first impressions can be.
After a ride of about 45 minutes, we screech to a halt. He steps out of the vehicle, comes around back and lets me out. But my clothes stay behind. I find myself wondering what the hell is going on.
I smell the salt air moments before I discover we’re at a private dock. There’s a 25 foot cabin cruiser waiting for us. My heart skips a beat.
He leads me by my leash in that direction, acting as though my nudity is no big deal. Actually, I love being tortured in the water. If we’re heading out to sea, I deduce that this is going to be more enjoyable than I first anticipated.
As we get closer, I see a woman on board waiting for us. I can tell from her complexion that she’s from somewhere in South America. She has an element of menace to her features. I find myself looking forward to my time with her.
“IS THIS THE WHORE?” she calls out in disgust. It’s as though she was expecting more. I find it ironic that my diminished expectations of my new Master are now mirrored by her diminished expectations of me.
“THIS IS THE ONE!” my new Master hollers back as he leads me to the boat. Then we climb on board.
She gives me a good going-over, poking and prodding me with her hands. “She’ll do,” the bitch sneers as though forced to accept my meager offering. “Mind if I take her below while you get us out of here?”
“Not at all,” he says with a grin. “Be my guest.”
The bitch jerks me down a set of stairs into the cabin below. The first thing I notice is that the sides and a section of the bottom are made of Plexiglas. It actually feels like I’m underwater down here!
My breath catches in my throat. That’s when she removes my ball-gag before throwing me onto the bed. “We’ve got 45 minutes to get acquainted before we reach the reef, cunt! So let’s get started!”
She peels right out of her clothes. Then she climbs into bed with me. She promptly sits on my face, smothering me as she orders me to lick her pussy.
Cunt-licking turns out to be the least of my troubles. She begins slapping my wet muff, making me grunt and flinch with each swat. But she still expects me to lick her and get her off. I jerk, grunt and flinch with each smack.
From there, she graduates to a rather massive strap-on. For the next 40 minutes, I’m brutally raped in every hole.
She hammers my cunt. Then she splits my ass open wide as she furiously rapes my shit-hole. Finally, she jams the damn thing halfway down my throat until I can’t fucking breathe as I taste my ass on her strap-on.
She’s brutal as hell, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of my ravaged body. It doesn’t seem to matter what hole she uses. I’m nothing more to her then an orgasmic whore who can’t stop cumming no matter which hole is abused. She takes great delight in forcing orgasms out of me. In no time at all, the bed is wet from my many cums.
All too soon, we’re at the designated location. That’s when she puts the strap-on away. It allows me to catch my breath.
I notice it’s a reef I’m familiar with. When she brings me topside, I see that we’re all alone. There are no other boats in the immediate vicinity, meaning they can do to me whatever they want without any worries of being disturbed or interrupted.
“How was she?” he asks with a smirk as he stands at the controls. Now he’s wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.
“She’s a fucking whore, all right,” she tells him with a smile. “The cunt never stopped cumming once I started raping her ass. I even came just pounding the shit out of her! This one might be a good one after all!”
I feel a small jolt of pride at that remark. But I can’t help but shudder, wondering what they have in store for me next.
The bitch finally frees my arms from behind my back, only to secure my hands in front of me. Master swings around the arm to a hydraulic hoist. Then he lowers a cable down with a hook on the end of it.
He snags the rope binding my wrists together with the hook. Then he lifts me up off the deck until I’m swaying back and forth from the gentle ocean waves.
What really makes me nervous is when the bitch who raped me ties little weights around each ankle. “How long can she hold her breath?” she asks my new Master curiously.
He tells her what Steve must’ve told him. I’ve been working on holding my breath. I can push it anywhere from 3 to 4 minutes. I can even go longer if properly motivated.
“Excellent!” she proclaims with wicked glee. “I think we can ‘properly motivate’ the slut!” Then she slaps my face.
“Ready to drown, cunt?” she giggles. “Because we’re sure as hell looking forward to it!”
I gasp anxiously. Then I cry out as she gives me a push, setting me to swinging back and forth. That’s when I realize they’re going to torture my lungs.
I start to breathe deeply, preparing for some very long breath-holds. I cry out again as the hoist swings me out over the side. I’m left dangling naked near the bow, naked except for the heels and collar I’m still wearing. The fucking bitch is still naked as well, not having bothered to put anything on before bringing me up from the cabin.
I find myself craving her clean-shaven pussy once again. But I also look longingly at my new Master’s trunks. I can’t help wondering if I’m making him hard, and what his cock might feel like inside me.
“Let me do it!” the bitch requests as he grabs the remote. “You just get on down there and enjoy the show! I’ll be along in a second!”
They kiss as he hands it to her. Then he smiles at me as he heads down into the cabin, leaving the two of us alone up on deck.
“Any last words, cunt?” she challenges me. When I tell her nothing, she just sneers at me. “Fine! Go to hell, bitch!”
She hits a button. That’s when the bottom falls out from underneath me. I sharply inhale moments before I hit the cool waters of the reef with a splash.
My stomach lurches until I’m pulled up short with a jerk, air bubbling out of my nostrils. That’s when I find myself looking in through the glass of the boat to the cabin beyond. Master is in there sitting on the edge of the bed, totally naked now as he slowly strokes his impressive member while watching me. I find myself looking forward to feeling his cock fucking all of my holes.
I watch the bitch join him on the bed. She sits down next him so they can watch the fun together. The weights pull down on my ankles, preventing me from trying to pull myself up. I’m not going anywhere.
My body slowly twists on the cable. I hold my breath while dangling in the cool water. There’s little else I can do, helpless the way I am.
As they twist back around into view, I notice that she too is now starting to touch herself all over. Her hand moves down until she starts fingering her cunt. I allow a few bubbles to slip past my lips. The two of them are simply sitting there watching me, getting off on my dangling in the water right in front of them.
I can feel a fire building in my cunt. I rub my thighs together, feeling the buildup to a wonderful detonation. But now I can also feel the gentle strain in my lungs.
It’s been over 2 minutes. But I can hold it longer if need be. By the looks of things, I can tell I’m going to have to. Neither one of them seems the least bit anxious to haul my ass back up on deck any time soon.
I do a little ballet for them, gyrating a little with my body as I twist back and forth. My lungs begin to burn, but still I press on. I’m anxious to impress my new Master, as well as the one who appears to be my new Mistress.
I can feel my climax building. I sense these two are going to push me to my very limits. I lose a little more air, but all they do is continue rubbing themselves.
They just sit there watching me while they masturbate. For the first time since they strung me up, I feel a jolt of alarm. Is that all they’re going to do: just sit there and watch me hold my fucking breath??
My climax rushes toward me. I fight to hold it back as my lungs start to heave in my chest. I suspect I’m really going to have to push this one.
I grunt and bubble as the strain in my lungs gets worse. They just keep touching themselves as they watch me. I can tell they’re both excited about my suffering.
The agony in my chest intensifies. The gnawing fear suddenly triggers my orgasm. I shudder as it seems to explode out of my throbbing cunt.
Air spews out of my mouth as my body jerks on the cable to the hoist. My eyes roll as my hands flex uselessly above me. My body briefly bucks and shudders.
It finally passes. But I’m still in the water outside the cabin. That’s when I start to panic.
“LET ME UP!” my mind screams. I begin to thrash about. But neither one moves in an effort to haul me up out of the water.
I don’t see the controls to the hydraulic hoist in their hands. That’s when I feel a real jolt of fear. They just lean forward as though not wanting to miss a moment of my suffering.
My eyes fly open in horrific realization. OHMYGAWD! I think they’re… THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO DROWN ME!
My cheeks bulge as my lungs scream in my chest. I thrash around like a fish on a line. I fight like hell, but it’s a losing battle.
My fear and arousal swirl together in a hurricane of intensely conflicting emotions. I swear it’s my longest breath-hold ever. But my lungs finally give out. They have to.
Air bursts out of my mouth. But Master and Mistress simply lean forward even more. It’s as though they’re eager to witness my demise.
They furiously rub and stroke themselves. I swallow water, and it triggers a coughing reflex. Then I inhale again. That’s when I get water down my windpipe.
Instantly, I start thrashing about on the cable to the hoist like a fish pulled out of the water and left flopping at the end of a line. That’s when an even bigger orgasm goes off in my cunt. It surges through my entire body like a flash fire.
It sets my body to bucking and shuddering. Meanwhile, water goes down my mouth… nose… throat… windpipe. It hurts like hell… as though it’s virtually raping my entire body.
I swear I feel water violating every pore, violating every opening. I scream and thrash about, bubbles freely flowing out of my mouth as my lungs fill with fluid. My final climax works in tandem with my drowning throes.
My body is devastated, ravaged by an unbelievable orgasm. In the cabin, they furiously stroke and finger themselves. That’s when I see the bastard spurt his seed in my direction, splattering the Plexiglas.
Mistress opens her mouth to scream. I can tell she’s cumming too, the fucking bitch! Then my body shudders as my muscles fail me.
I hang limp, my eyes wide in shock that they have actually drowned me. As I dangle there, I stare vacantly. My body twitches from sporadic muscle quivers.
My agonal spasms do not motivate them to save my ass in the slightest. They both just sit there, watching excitedly in the afterglow of their orgasms. Neither one bothers lifting a single finger to help me.
As my vision starts to fade, I watch as my new Mistress finally climbs up off the bed and disappears. Then I can’t see anything at all. I feel myself drifting towards unconsciousness.
The last thing I’m aware of is my own screams echoing in my mind… “They drowned me – they drowned me – THEY FUCKING DROWNED ME!”
2011; 2023 (written for “Sarah” Feb 18 ’11; ed. Dec 19 ‘23 by riwa)
Chapter TWO
The hoist hauls me up until I’m lowered onto the deck of the cabin cruiser, limp and lifeless. Mistress is up there with me. She administers CPR until I’m revived from my ordeal, coughing and sputtering.
The bitch grins sadistically at me. “Ready to go again, honey?” Then to my complete and utter horror, she makes a deliberate show of activating the controls to the hoist, lifting me back up into the air.
I gasp in horror, my eyes wide in disbelief as I start to hyperventilate. The hoist swings me back out over the side. I’m stunned they’re going to drown me all over again!
“Buh-bye, bitch!” she chuckles. Then I scream as the bottom falls out from underneath me.
I hit the water with a splash, too stunned to get a decent breath. I submerge until I’m jerked up short again, staring into the interior of the cabin in absolute horror. My bastard of a new Master looks back at me with a lustful expression on his face. I cannot believe he’s actually going to let me drown again!
At that moment, Mistress comes down into the cabin with a big smile on her face. She smiles at me and waves. It looks like the bitch is giggling or something.
She gently kneels in front of Master, lovingly taking his cock into her mouth. As she begins to suck on his manhood, she sneaks glances in my direction. Occasionally she winks at me.
I start to wriggle and thrash about, my lungs already hurting from not getting a decent breath before I was dropped into the water. I can feel my anxiety rising as my lungs start to heave in my chest. I watch helplessly as she gobbles down his cock, the cock I had assumed would be mine.
I start to kick as I try to free myself. I remember how much it hurt drowning the last time. So I plead with my eyes for them to take me back up. My cunt is on fire, indicating my next orgasm is going to be devastating.
The ache in my chest becomes an inferno as I thrash around, kicking and bubbling. Mistress turns to watch me with a sadistic grin on her face as she strokes my new Master’s cock. I scream and bubble, frantically trying to hold my breath. But I can’t hold out forever.
My lungs explode as I exhale a massive flush of bubbles. I strain for all I’m worth. Then I suck down water until I’m drowning again.
My body bucks and shudders as I fight a losing battle. My orgasm erupts in a volcanic explosion of molten pleasure mixed with incredible pain. My eyes roll as I spasm on the hoist. Then I pass out again…
When I regain consciousness, I find I’m back on deck lying flat on my back. Mistress has just revived me again. Is it finally over?
To my horror, the naked bitch activates the winch. I’m hauled back up into the air. She grins wickedly as she tells me, “Third time’s a charm, cunt!”
I’m picked up until the winch swings me back out over the side. Once more, the bottom drops out beneath my feet. This time I get a decent breath of air before I’m pulled beneath the surface.
Once more, I see Master sitting on that damn bed. He’s stroking himself as I dangle in the cool water outside the cabin. And once more, Mistress comes down, kneels between his legs and starts lovingly sucking his cock as I hang there watching it all.
I shake my head, bubbling helplessly as I start to wriggle again. It just gets them off, the fucking bastards! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever believe Master Steve would turn me over to such cruel and sadistic individuals.
Once again, I strain for all I’m worth, instinctively holding my breath until the very last moment. Perhaps it would be easier if I gave in sooner, something that might take away their fun. But I can’t do it. The survival instinct is strong within me.
I fight until I can’t hold my breath any longer. Then it spews out of my mouth. That’s when I find myself drowning again, drowning painfully.
I scream as my climax hits me with devastating fury. My cums are sublime in their hideous agony. I suffer orgasm after orgasm, rich in intensity and fueled from the awful pain of drowning over and over again.
I have just enough vision to see Mistress furiously rubbing herself as she gulps Master’s cock down her throat before I pass out yet again…
When I awaken, I find myself flat on my back on the deck of the cabin cruiser, coughing up water. This time, my naked Master tends to me. I moan weakly.
There’s a dangerous look in his eye. I sense I have good reason to fear him. That’s when he grins as he tells me, “I’ve got something for you, cunt. It’s going to help you, but you might not think so at first.”
He straps a mask onto my face, one with a small, clear plastic hose. I suspect it might be compressed air of some sort. I brace for the refreshing flow that should pump into my lungs.
Instead, I hear the sound of a vacuum pump. That’s when I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. I can’t breathe at all; the damned machine is stealing my breath away!
“This clears out the moisture first,” he explains as I writhe and struggle, trying to shed the damned mask from my mouth.
I’m hit by another devastating climax. My eyes roll as it batters me senseless. Then I’m unconscious again.
When I come around, it’s to the rich taste of air in my lungs as I dangle once more from the cable to the hoist. My head clears quickly until I’m breathing much better. Then Master takes the mask away from me.
I writhe and whimper, wishing for more of that sweet-tasting air. “Mistress thinks you need to be adorned a little more,” he tells me with a cruel smile. That’s when I see him reach into a small bag.
He pulls out some small weights attached to thin chains with little alligator clamps on the ends of them. I wriggle helplessly, crying out in pain as he attaches each one to my erect nipples, causing the weights to pull down against my tits. Then the bastard swings me back out over the side.
“Put on a good show for us,” he laughs at me. Then I cry out as I’m dropped into the water yet again with a splash.
Once more, the cable pulls me up short when I hit the end, leaving me dangling just outside the cabin’s interior. Mistress is sitting on the bed this time. As Master joins her, he puts fingers into her wet cunt and starts to wriggle them around inside her.
She reaches across to stroke his cock. They masturbate each other to my suffering. It’s erotically horrific.
The weights pull on the alligator clamps attached to my nipples, adding a sweet agony to my suffering. I wriggle and squirm, the weights bouncing up and down as I grunt and bubble. It hurts like hell, yet I can detect an approaching orgasm that threatens to be disturbingly massive.
I writhe and thrash about, struggling desperately to free myself. That just makes them masturbate each other that much more, eagerly working pleasure into each other as they watch me suffer. I can’t believe they are doing this to me yet again!
I fight like hell to hold my breath, praying this will be the one where they will pull me up in time. I try to convince myself that this time, they only want to test my lungs. Then my chest starts heaving, indicating I’m going to drown yet again.
I scream my breath away, jerking painfully as I suck a huge mouthful of water down into my lungs. I begin to buck and jerk as my orgasm slams into me like a runaway locomotive. The weights hanging from my tits bounce lewdly, the pain intensifying my climax as my body thrashes about in the throes of drowning.
Mistress looks like she’s cumming as Master fingers her cunt hard. She strokes him like she wants to rip his cock off. Then his cum spurts up into the air again.
I shudder painfully as it feels like water is once again invading every fiber of my being. Then I hang limp, my eyes wide in shock. Tiny bubbles slip out past my parted lips as I’m ravaged by an insanity of sporadic muscle twitches.
The last thing I see is the two of them grinning excitedly at me…
Once again, I awaken on deck lying flat on my back. No sooner have I stopped coughing up water from Master’s attempts to revive me when he hauls me back up into the air by my arms. I writhe and whimper, my mind screaming, ‘Oh no; not again??’
“Mistress wants more ornaments,” he explains simply. And once more, he starts digging into that bag of tricks. That’s when he comes up with two more weights with thin chains attached to alligator clamps.
“She wants these here,” he says. Then he begins clamping them to the folds of my labia.
I scream in sublime agony, my body shuddering. I can almost picture her down in the cabin, listening to my shrieks of pain and smirking with glee. Then he pulls out one more. “This one is supposed to go to your clit,” he says with a sadistic smile.
As soon as he attaches it, I climax hard. I end up squirting fluid all over his hand as he lets it hang with the others. “That’ll be one more painful drowning for you, cunt!” he barks at me, shaking my discharge off his hand.
He swings me out over the side. Then he drops me without even so much as a warning to take a deep breath. I hit the water with a splash before sinking like a stone, pulling up short yet again outside the Plexiglas to the cabin by the cable to the hoist.
I scream and bubble, my body kicking and thrashing about as Master once more comes down and sits next to Mistress. Then he begins fingering her cunt.
I’d love to swap places with her by having her drown out here while I fuck Master in there. But it is not to be. The weights bounce painfully from their chains, the divine pain welcoming my approaching climax.
I’m hit by another devastating orgasm. I find myself wondering if a woman can die from too many cums. It feels terrible and wonderful, all rolled into one massive wave that courses through my body.
By the time it passes, I realize it has left me breathless again. And once more, I know I’m going to drown. My lungs are on fire, warning me it will be any moment now.
I fight like hell to hold my breath. Master and Mistress do nothing to help me. Instead, they choose to get each other off as they continue watching my suffering.
As I blow my breath away, it looks like the bitch has yet another orgasm. Then I pop off again with another devastating climax. It steals my air away.
I gurgle as I start drowning again, thrashing about like mad. It sets the weights to bouncing off my tits, labia and clit. It feels like I’m hit by one massive orgasm after another.
The only mercy I get is when the pain lessens as I hang limp and lifeless. My eyes are wide in horror at the knowledge they have enjoyed drowning me yet again. Then I mercifully collapse into unconsciousness, my eyes glazed over…
I’m hauled back on board, only to be revived by my Master so he can do it all over again. I’m groggy as he removes the hook to the cable from my wrists. Instead, he shackles my ankles together before putting the hook there.
I’m hauled up into the air again. But this time, I’m upside down. “Mistress is getting bored,” he explains. “So you’re changing positions.”
He drops me head first into the cool waters of the reef. Now the weights clamped to my intimate parts hang down in the other direction. My agony returns, sublime, and yet oh-so-painful.
This time when he returns to the cabin below, Mistress sits in Master’s lap on the edge of the bed, impaled by his hard cock. She eagerly rides him as she furiously fingers her clit, watching me suffer upside down with great joy. The sight is horrifically erotic, and it adds to my suffering as I wriggle around.
It occurs to me they could release me from the hoist, sending me straight to the bottom. It’s no more than 25 or 30 feet below me. But it would be more than enough to drown my sorry ass.
Water flows into my nose, stinging my sinuses. I begin to thrash about again, not wanting to drown yet one more time. But there’s nothing I can do about it.
My nipples and labia hurt like hell. My clit throbs from an intense agony that is unlike any other. And yet I can feel the approach of yet another massive orgasm from a combination of exquisite pain, great pleasure and a forced breath-hold.
The agony only adds to my delicious suffering. I can’t help but welcome it. My climax will be so painfully delicious, so exquisitely devastating.
I thrash about like a captured fish frantically trying to shed the hook in its mouth as my lungs burn in my chest. I know that I’m about to drown yet again, and it fills me with a fearful arousal. Each time it has hurt like hell. This time will be no different.
Inside the cabin, Mistress appears to be greatly excited. She shouts at me as though she can’t wait to see me suck water again. She enthusiastically rides Master’s cock, nodding at me as though urging me to get on with drowning myself. That’s when my climax slams into me.
My whole body quakes and sways as my eyes roll, air spewing freely out of my mouth. Once again, I’m out of breath. The painfully wondrous orgasm cruelly steals it from me.
It isn’t long until the rest of my air bursts out of my mouth. Then I’m drowning again, drowning painfully hard. That’s when I’m ravaged by yet another all-encompassing orgasm that seems to envelope every fiber of my being.
I shudder like mad, coughing bubbles as my lungs flood. I convulse painfully until I hang limp once again. My eyes stare vacantly as my mind screams in agony. Then I mercifully pass out again…
When consciousness returns, I see the bitch is back. “Isn’t this fun?” she chuckles.
I lay flat on my back on the deck of the craft, fighting to get my breath back. I moan weakly. My body feels like I’ve been walked upon by a herd of elephants.
“C’mon, bitch!” she insists, pulling on the weights to my nipple clamps. “I said ‘Isn’t’ this FUN’?”
She jerks hard. I yelp and whimper, my damn pussy throbbing yet again. “I just LOVE this part!” she says with wicked glee.
She straps the mask back onto my face before turning the machine back on. “I love the way it sucks the air and moisture right out of those lungs. Does it hurt, bitch?” Then she pulls on the weights to my labia for emphasis.
I writhe and cry out, another orgasm washing through me. I can’t hardly breathe. Then she flips a switch or something.
My lungs expand, filled with what tastes like pure oxygen. She giggles and flips the switch yet again. That’s when the damned thing steals my air, leaving me breathless as she pulls on my chains.
I grunt and moan, trying to cry out as another orgasm tears through me. Then she flips the switch once more until my lungs are inflated. “We’re going to have some fun, bitch; you and I!” she declares as she pulls the mask off.
Once more, the hoist pulls me back up into the air, this time by my wrists. Then I’m swung out over the side. She grins as she tells me, “Be with you in a minute, luv.” Then she drops me into the clear waters of the reef.
The weights still hurt. But I’ve grown somewhat accustomed to the pain. Then once more, I look in through the Plexiglas to see Master looking out at me.
But where is Mistress? Then I hear a splash. Looking up, I see that Mistress has jumped naked into the water with me.
She swims down and looks toward the boat. She blows a bubbly kiss at Master. Then she starts pulling on the many weights hanging down from the alligator clamps attached to me.
I jerk and whimper, moaning and bubbling as she wraps her legs around me. Then she rides me, mashing her pussy into mine. I grunt and bubble as the familiar strain eventually returns to my lungs.
Perhaps they have tired of drowning me. Maybe Mistress will simply torture my lungs as she cruelly jerks on the weights. But I’ve misjudged her yet again.
She slides down my body until she slowly pushes her entire fist into my aching cunt. I jerk and bubble in alarm. I’m utterly helpless to do anything to stop her.
She turns to look into the cabin at Master. I see her wicked grin reflected back to me from the Plexiglas. Then she really starts fisting me hard.
I jerk and grunt, bubbling my breath away as my lungs start to heave. But the bitch is relentless. My breathlessness adds to the pain and agony of my situation.
She proceeds to fist-fuck a rather deliciously painful orgasm out of my ravaged body. I buck and shudder like mad, quickly losing the rest of my air as it bubbles away. I can’t believe how exquisitely painful, yet unbelievably pleasurable it is.
She keeps on fucking me with her fist as Master furiously strokes his cock. My lungs strain until they’re on fire. But she refuses to quit.
My lungs give out with a burst of air. She just keeps fisting my cunt as though she’s trying to drive the last of my breath out of my body. I gurgle and then convulse as I start to drown yet again.
She fists me that much harder. The resulting orgasm is so monstrous that it sends me into merciful oblivion. I stare with wide, unseeing eyes as she continues to fist me.
She swims up and activates the hoist. My lifeless body is hauled back up until I’m flat on my back on deck. That’s when the bitch revives me yet again.
I’m not above the surface long before I’m dropped back down into the water. Then I’m left to dangle from the hoist in front of the Plexiglas to the cabin. Master continues to stroke his cock as Mistress comes down to yank on my weights again.
This time, she pushes her fist past my anal sphincter. Then she proceeds to fist-fuck my ass. I scream my air away as I’m devastated by yet another orgasm.
My eyes roll as my hands flex helplessly. It hurts like hell, especially when she keeps fisting me just as hard as she can. This time the orgasm doesn’t stop. It just keeps rolling and rolling in waves inside me.
My body shudders as I gurgle. Then I start to suck water yet again. Master jerks on his cock as I drown once more.
It isn’t any less painful than any of the previous times I’ve drowned. It certainly isn’t any less painful than the first time, for that matter. Once again, I buck and shudder, weakly trying to kick with my shackled ankles until I pass out. That’s when I end up hanging limp, my eyes all glazed over…
When I awaken up on deck – again – I see that Mistress is the one who has revived me yet again. I cough and sputter, my cunt aching and my ass throbbing. Then she pulls out a couple of inflatable plugs, which I stare at in abject horror.
“Master’s going to fuck me this time as you drown, cunt,” she gasps breathlessly. “I just wanted to find something appropriate to plug those slutty holes of yours.”
I moan and whimper, writhing in agony as she puts the first one in my cunt. She pumps it up until I think it’s going to rip me apart. I cry out, gasping and groaning like crazy as I feel another orgasm coming my way.
I’m almost certain this next one is going to kill me. Maybe then, this will all be over. One can only hope.
Next, she brutally shoves a plug up my ass before she starts to inflate it. “This is so it won’t come out,” she explains, “just like the one in your juicy cunt.”
I wriggle and squirm as she pumps it up. I’m sure it’s going to split me open. Then she lifts me up off the deck.
“By now you know the drill,” she chuckles. “Put on a good show for us, cunt!” Then she drops me into the water with a splash.
The agony is exquisite, and is not all that unfamiliar. I’ve had all these things done to me before, even underwater. But not while drowning in extreme agony.
Once more, I instinctively hold my breath. I find myself hoping against hope that maybe this time they’re only going to test my lungs without taking me all the way. How stupid and gullible I am.
I look in through the Plexiglas to see that Mistress has climbed on top of the bed on her hands and knees. Master kneels right behind her. Then he starts fucking her hard.
She fucking deserves it. But oh, how I wish it was me he was fucking instead of that wicked cunt! He pounds her relentlessly, but all I can do is watch in growing anguish.
I’m suffering in delicious agony, the pain sublime. Then my lungs start to burn once more. I know they’re going to let me drown yet again while they get off to my suffering.
I feel the approach of a mammoth orgasm. I struggle with all my might to hold it back. I fight to keep from losing the air in my lungs, trying to ignore the exquisite agony of my nipples, clit and labia.
But it’s no use. My holes are swollen from the inflatables. The next climax I endure is going to be a monster.
I fight like hell to hold my breath. But it will not matter in the end. They’re just going to let me drown anyway.
Each time, it has hurt like hell. And each time, I have fought it all the way. I can’t just give in to it. I’m simply unable to surrender to the inevitable until the very last moment.
Perhaps that is what they love about me so much, the fact that I’m a fighter to the bitter end. It must amuse them to watch the agony on my face. They must love observing my body as I cum hard while I’m all caught up in the throes of drowning. I amuse my new Master and his cruel Mistress. And so I must suffer for it.
I see him fucking her hard, her breasts swinging back and forth as he hammers her from behind. My lungs are on fire. That’s when I know I’m about to give them what they want.
My lungs explode, air bursting out of my mouth. Again, I inhale reflexively. At that moment, I’m hit by one hell of a climax.
It shakes my body like a rag doll as I inhale again and again. I swear I can actually hear the bitch screaming, “SHE’S CUMMING AND DROWNING – SHE’S CUMMING AND DROWNING!” Somehow, her cries seem to intensify my orgasm.
With my holes brutally plugged, and with weights pulling on my sensitive parts, this one feels best – and worst – of all. It’s a climax unlike any other. It just keeps moving through me like a tsunami devastating everything in its path.
I grunt and gurgle, convulsing and spasming on the cable like a marionette. The bitch opens her mouth and appears to scream her orgasm, reveling in my agony. As for me, the inflatable plugs feel like they are ripping me asunder as I drown painfully.
I convulse so hard that I nearly double over. And then I mercifully hang limp. Consciousness is blessedly taken from me yet again.
Bubbles slip out past my parted lips as I stare vacantly. Yet there is a strange look of extreme sexual satisfaction on my face. I’ve been brutally fucked and cruelly drowned. And yet the whore that I am has loved it despite the sweet agony I’ve suffered through… or perhaps because of that sweet agony.
Master fucks yet another orgasm out of the bitch inside there with him as they enjoy my limp, tortured body. Then they leave the cabin to haul my lifeless ass back up to the surface. One can only guess what they’ll do to me next once I’ve been revived…
2011; 2023 (written for “Sarah” Feb 19 ’11; ed. Dec 27 ‘23 by riwa)