As I lowered my body into the water, I realized that it felt cold…not freezing cold, but uncomfortable cold. I could deal with that, I thought. This would be easy compared to some of the plans that I knew Pd had for me. Once my body was in, Pd lowered this grill over the tub, so that I had about 4 inches between the water level and the top of the grill. He locked the grill into place so that I couldn’t escape. I began to shiver with the cold. My teeth chattered and I braced my arms against my chest…after all, I wasn’t bound. I could handle this, I thought. I shivered a little while longer, and then I say Pd place the hose in the tub. Warm water began to run into my watery prison. ‘Ahhhhhhhh,’ was all I could think or say. I positioned my feet so that the blessed warmth ran onto them. It did not take long to make the tub of water uniformly warm. Just as I was breathing my sigh of I realized the true diabolical nature of Pd’s plan. He continued to run the water into the tub until there was only ab
out 1-2 inches between the water level and the grill, and I had to position my nose between the bars on the grill. I could just barely hold my face above the water level. It was not very comfortable, but at least I was getting air.
"This is her rest period right now,’ said Pd to the audience. Inside my head, I scoffed at that remark. ‘Some rest,’ I thought. Even though I wasn’t happy about the predicament, I still felt that the scene was tolerable. As time went on, however, my feelings changed. I became very annoyed with bending my neck at such an unnatural angle to hold my face above the water. I began to feel extremely isolated due to my ears being underwater. It was an awful feeling…I could not easily hear things that were going on around me. I was alone, separated from and unaware of the surrounding happenings. I felt the feelings of isolation would soon drive me insane, similar to the effect of solitary confinement punishments in prison. I didn’t want to be there, trapped in this seemingly harmlessness but always potentially fatal substance. This of the danger of the situation was obviously ridiculous. My intellect knew that I could stay there for a long time, my emotions told me differently.
To complicate things, as if they weren’t bad enough, Pd took out this pole and placed it on my chest, pushing me down. I resisted. ‘Down you go,’ he said. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me. Finally I gave in, took a deep breath, and went where the pole took me…to the bottom of the tub. Or at least, it tried to take me there. I instantly struggled, because water ran right up my nose. I imagined the water flowing into me, trying to embrace my brain. Pd was thankfully very merciful, ceasing the torture with the pole. I began to get very nervous.
I saw a flash of orange…Violet was standing above the water. She climbed onto the cage and placed her beautiful body above the cage. This was a nice distraction! I was ordered to lick her with my tongue, and I happily did so. It was awkward, with the bars of the grill holding me back from pleasing her like I truly desired to. I did my best. I tasted her and licked her and enjoyed the warmth of her nether parts radiating down upon my face. After awhile, she got up. The grill was biting into her legs. I understood. I didn’t want such a sweet, adorable, wonderful girl to have to endure any of this torture with me.
When she was gone, Pd brought a tube over to my mouth. Its purpose was to some of the strain on my neck. By taking the tube into my mouth I would be able to bring my head underwater and stop the annoyance in my neck. I understood this. I held my nose, accepted the tube, and went under. I was dismayed when I realized that this would not help me either. Water seeped in around the corners of my mouth. I didn’t like the feeling of having my head completely engulfed by the water. I gave up on the tube and decided to hold my face above water again, enduring the annoyance in my neck.
This scene was hell no matter what was done to modify it. My frustration sparked tears. I was really starting to go. I needed out. Pd saw the crying, and said, ‘I thought you’d enjoy this nice rest.’ I was taken aback by the statement, and was not afraid to express my feelings. ‘It’s not a rest,’ I whimpered. ‘It’s not a rest.’ I was told to think of an alternative to this torture. I couldn’t think. I just wanted out. Finally, I was told to beg to be allowed out. If the Insex audience was satisfied with it, I would be let out. I was more than happy to oblige, and I begged like I never had before. ‘Pleeeeaaase let me out,’ I said. They were merciful. I was given my freedom.
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