Week 100

The yacht groaned, tilting under the onslaught of waves, the cabin filling with icy water that seared the girl’s bare feet.

The girl trembled, knowing the yacht was sinking, but the villainess, consumed by pleasure, ignored the danger. “Please… the water… I’ll drown,” she whispered, eyes pleading. The diver gently squeezed her chin with a cold rubber glove, forcing her to look into the visor reflecting her terrified face. “Hush, my sweet, caress me, and all will be well. I promise you’ll live,” her voice, distorted by the mask, dripped with lust.

Fingers slid over the diver’s thighs, stroking tight, smooth rubber on her ass and crotch. The diver moaned, her hand gently stroking the girl’s hair. “Yes, my doll, so good… keep going,” she whispered, rubbing her body against the girl, rubber squeaking with water’s splash. She caressed herself, squeezing her breasts, teasing nipples, fingers slipping to her crotch, where rubber stretched over her pussy, sticky and hot with juices underneath. The diver guided the girl’s caresses. “Touch me here. Feel how aroused I am?” she whispered, breathing raggedly.

The girl, trembling, stroked the crotch, fingers gliding over rubber, feeling the ridges of her labia. “Please… the water…” she begged, but the diver whispered, “Don’t fear, my good girl. Water is my element. Caress, and I’ll save you.” She squeezed the girl’s breast, black fingers teasing nipples. The villainess masturbated, hand moving rhythmically, moans echoing under the mask.

Water reached her shoulders… the girl broke free, catching the mistress off guard in her aroused masturbation, and rushed to the door. Water slowed her, she barely touched the floor. In the next cabin, water was neck-high, she swam, clutching walls. The diver surged after her, her lustful voice soft. “Where are you going, my darling? I promised to care for you,” she called, swimming after her prey. She caught the girl, roughly grabbing her waist, pinning her to the wall. The girl thrashed in terror, nails sliding over rubber. She saw her fear-distorted face in the mask’s mirrored visor. The diver pressed against her writhing body, hand gripping her throat, water touching her lips. “Shall we continue, bitch?” she whispered.

Water engulfed the corridor, leaving a tiny air pocket under the ceiling. The girl, pressed to the ceiling, gasped, struggling to breathe. The diver submerged, bubbles rising, their gurgle mixing with water’s splash, creating a symphony of horror. The diver furiously masturbated, watching her victim from below, gloved fingers digging into her hot, sticky crotch, juices seeping under the rubber suit. Her other hand roughly squeezed her breast, teasing a nipple bulging under rubber, moaning like a lustful beast.

The girl choked, water lapping her chin, cold and terror gripping her chest. Her face pressed into the ceiling, hands helplessly scraping it. She fought for the last air, but it dwindled as water rose. Writhing, she struggled to live.

The diver grabbed the victim’s legs, forcing her underwater; the girl thrashed in despair. The villainess pressed against her struggling legs, grinding against them, fingers digging into her rubber crotch, fiercely caressing herself. Releasing the girl, the villainess pressed the mask to her face, as if savoring how hard it was for her victim to breathe, teetering on ecstasy, needing just a bit more to reach the pleasure she craved. The diver slid hands over her body, roughly fondling her rubber-clad flesh, crazed with lust, watching her victim fight for one last breath.