"Sinking Horror. « on: Yesterday a" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/xinnUXH5 Created on: Wednesday 31st of August 2016 08:12:21 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:27:24 AM UTC Sinking Horror. « on: Yesterday at 06:44:53 AM » ReplyQuote Ashley bobbed gently along the top of the ocean, her body cradled by a soft and crinkly donut tube. Ashley’s alabaster skin was a pleasant offset to the clear plastic top half of the donut tube; her legs and arms dangling down into the clear blue water. The baby pink bottom half of the donut tube matched the color of Ashley’s bra; and only a much too close inspection would reveal the bra was in fact a harness top built into the insides of the donut hole. Ashley’s long thin legs and arms lazed over the sides of the tubes, batting the bobbing ocean creating little wavelets. The platinum blonde hair gathered into a ponytail left it’s own trail in the ocean; a comforting tuggle with every little bounce. Of course, if one was looking so close one would realize that while Ashley’s perky breasts were well ensconced within the tube’s restraints, her bottom half wasn’t so well equipped. Not that there was anyone close enough to see that Ashley’s pussy was as bare as her midriff. A small mesh net stretched across the middle of the tube, just above the aforementioned bare midriff. In the mesh was Ashley’s tablet; waterproof casing of course; sheltered from the waves by the sides of the tube and ever so easily placed to read; or in Ashley’s case watch a movie. The waterproof and floatation approved sport earpieces completed Ashley’s isolation from the beach so far away. Of course, in tropical isles with a seabed of only 20 or so feet, far wasn’t really far was it. Ashley took a quick glance around, a casual looksee not so much to take in the beautiful coral or schools of fish; but just to make sure there wasn’t anyone that close. Satisfied that she was relatively alone Ashley slunk one of her hands inside the donut hole as though she were, say, turning pages or something on the tablet to somebody who might be paying her a bit of attention. A bit of squirming later and Ashley had readjusted her legs, spreading them wider to hook into the little handle bars dotted on the outside of the tube. Nothing major, just bracing herself for slightly rougher waters, that was all. Rougher waters indeed; as Ashley’s hand played across the lips of her now spread pussy she bucked ever so gently; inviting the warm ocean waters to tingle her innermost reaches. Such naughtiness, but Ashley wasn’t concerned. The slideshow of the men she had photographed last night dolled up in thick diapers, lacy rompers, and pacifier gags was enough to keep Ashley’s batteries charged. She had considered putting in for the raffle of a pet, maybe even buying a babyboi who had been put up for sale. The other hand found it’s way inside the tube to flip back and forth between one particular babyboi in a green frilly top; fuzzy green cat-ears; and a most interesting tail plug that curved up the rump and positioned the tail to lay ontop of the diaper. Ashley grinned as she remembered the domme who explained how the plug helped “ease of services” and “visual asthetic.” The same domme who had also warned Ashley about the dangers of tubing in the buff. Sure, the waters were clear, there were people on the beach, and one or two Coast Protector Ships within sight, but still. It wasn’t unknown for a pesky pirate to pick out a tasty morsel floating off by itself, pop an anchor in, and then let nature take it’s course. Afterall; the tropics being what they were accidents did happen. Swimmer’s drowned all the time; and it wasn’t like there were any laws in these islands about what had to be done with a dead body. Local’s tended to be practical; a dead body was food, quite simple really. Ashley had laughed the warnings off. Seriously, somebody waiting under the water in scuba gear for hours? Setting up an underwater winch and anchor with a pussy or butt pump attachment? Just to drag some unsuspecting tourist underwater for a show and some dinner? Ludicrous! The domme hadn’t looked so sure at Ashley’s dismissal. Ashley couldn’t conceive of herself as a delicacy; much less the star in somebody’s pussy platter. Just the idea that going buff under the waves counted as an invitation to a one-time dinner party was simply unthinkable. Still though; Ashley paused for a moment as the events from the last night played through her head and checked the strap on the tube’s in-built harness. Ashley had gone a little overspec on the tube; choosing something with a floatation rating of 1ton center-pull. The thick wide straps hid wide swaths of her upper body; but would surely prevent anybody from pulling Ashley under. The corresponding panty harness and straps were still tucked safely in their pouches. While Ashley harbored no doubt that latex-like material would be comfy and certainly support her body; the panty harness meant having to go without the feel of the warm ocean lapping inside her pussy. Not to mention it made her look like some fetish model. With the number of photodrones increasing each year the last thing Ashley wanted was to be somebody’s centerfold choice. Thinking of it; Ashley took a moment to raise the “rain roof” the tube had come equipped with. Little more than a flimsy mesh shawl stretched across a couple of side bars; it hid in a recessed indentation on the outside of the tube. The maneuver forced Ashley to test the support functions of the tube’s harness as her wet hair got caught up in the mesh. At least it was worth knowing that the upper harness was capable of holding Ashley in place even if she wasn’t actively bracing herself inside the tube. While the mesh certainly wouldn’t stop any dedicated person with a photodrone; the ostensible visual protection and knowledge that both hands could be free to do anything gave Ashley a bit more courage. Ashley took one more moment to eye the quick release on the tube’s upper harness. Ashley had triple checked to make sure the biometric sensor was waterproof and impact resistant. She had also demanded the store clerk demonstrate the tube’s resistance to slashing and puncture damage; including the harness. No sense in paying that much money if a simple knife swipe meant Ashley was due for an all-over oven tan. Satisfied that everything was okay Ashley flipped her tablet back into slideshow mode and slid both her hands back below the waves. Ashley knew she wasn’t going anywhere quickly; there were no photodrones in sight; no ships in sight; and nobody on the beach was even paying her the least bit of attention. It was time to have some fun. Feeling more adventurous Ashley shifted her weight and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. While Ashley wasn’t quite athletic enough to pull off 180 degree splits there was a significant amount of confidence in her ability to sustain some triple digit wide angles. The warm ocean water batting against the insides of Ashley’s thighs certainly wasn’t helping in cooling things down; that was for certain. With her pussy splayed as wide as Ashley was comfortable with; and pictures upon pictures of helpless babybois parading one after another; the “Dance of a Thousand Fingertips” began again. The warm ocean water certainly made light and delicate touches difficult; but it wasn’t like Ashley had anything else to do for the moment; at least until she bumped into something hard. It took a moment to register. A hard object? Under Ashley? Near her pussy? Panic gripped Ashley in an instant; and that instant was all it took. As Ashley’s hands and arms left the water in a wild flail; and even as Ashley tried to smoosh her legs together; a smooth cylindrical object was hammered home into the open pussy. The object was by far the largest object Ashley had ever taken, but the the sheer impact alone wasn’t enough to stun Ashley. The resulting explosion in size, however, was enough. Ashley felt herself go limp as the experience surged through her body. The sheer force of the invasion and then… whatever had happened… left Ashley limp as a doll. As Ashley’s head lolled to the side the biometic sensor on the harness came into few. As did a shapely hand fitted in a fingerless glove attached to wet-suit arm lifting out of the water. Ashley’s eyes went wide as the biometic sensor beeped and the harness detached. Ashley tried to fight through the stun; but it was too late. The object in her pussy was suddenly yanked towards the ocean floor; yanking a helpless Ashley through the inner hole of the donut tube. To Ashley the moment was one of brief surreality; as the sky and clouds went all funny looking under the water. The tube was quickly gone from view; and Ashley found herself wondering if it was because the current was just that fast; or was she being dragged just that far? Ashley’s answer came all too soon as coral walls suddenly rose up around her. Ashley manged to process that she had entered some kind of long trench, and then a tunnel, and then a bump. The last gasp of air that Ashley had taken escaped from her lungs as her shapely butt slammed into the soft ocean bed. Ashley wasn’t sure how long she had been underwater; the speed of her travel and descent had thoroughly disoriented her. It couldn’t have been minutes; it had to have only been seconds; but that meant Ashley had no time left. Somewhere in the haze of thoughts one stood out. There was a diver there in a wet suit. The diver was holding something. Ashley knew the diver… it was the domme from last night. Slowly Ashley turned and bright tablet registered as words. Whatever air Ashley had left was lost in a scream as those words registered: “Silly Girl; if you had only kept your panties on you’d be on the auction block tonight as a pet. Instead you’ll be the star of my tunagal surprise salad.”