Posted by BlueLips on August 25, 2009 at 08:16:24:
Tiffany and Tara are suspended over a large tank of water, a cube 12 feet on a side. The two slender girls are stripped naked and dangling, awaiting their fate.
The girls are supported by harnesses, made of a heavy, flexible metallic material, that were looped tightly under their arms. The harnesses attach to a thick steel cable that disappears upwards to the ceiling. Each girl's wrists were tied behind her back, and then their wrists were tied to one another's with a separate rope. They are stuck together, each movement causing them to twist slowly above the water.
As for the tank itself, it is contained in a much larger room, the walls of which are made of a white substance, translucent but not providing a clear view outside. Some kind of light emanates into the room from out there, and the girls think they can see human forms standing, as if observing them.
Tara is keeping her head. She is working at the knots holding their wrists together, trying to pry the ropes loose. She is distracted by Tiffany, who is rapidly beginning to panic.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Tiffany sobs. Her legs kick nervously, sometimes landing hard blows on Tara's calves, sometimes pulling Tara's leg along because the girls' left ankles are linked together, too, by a light and very loose chain. Tara just grits her teeth, looks straight ahead, and keeps working the ropes. She is tired of telling Tiffany to shut up.
Tara appears to be the smarter of the two girls, and, as befits the stereotype, she has smaller breasts, although still quite firm and attractive. Tiffany is a generous C-cup, and her breasts quiver as she starts shaking side to side, as if to say No while also somehow jarring herself loose. Tiffany may simply be more prone to panic, but it also appears that she may not know how to swim.
There is a whir of a machine being warmed up and the girls feel the harnesses jerk slightly. Then, rapidly, they begin descending towards the water.
"No! NOOOO!" Tiffany screams. She begins to kick and struggle fiercely. "Please! NOOO!!!"
"Stop - stop squirming!" Tara yells at her. "I've almost got it. You have to hold still!"
Tiffany is too wrapped up in her own panic to hear. As she shrieks, she tries lifting her feet up, as if keeping them dry will somehow help her. But she can't do it without dragging Tara's leg along too, so she ends up kicking aimlessly, her feet splashing as she begins to dip into the water, screaming madly.
Tara has managed to get a couple of loops loose. As the water climbs up to their hips, she leans forward to get more distance from Tiffany, more room to work.
"Oh god, NOOO!! Somebodeeeee!!!!!" Tiffany wails, thrashing as the water covers her stomach. "AIEEEEE! AIEEEEE! AIEEEE!"
Soon, the water is over the girls' breasts, and Tiffany's carriage wobbles spectacularly as she struggles and screams. The water reaches their necks. Tara looks up and begins taking deep hyperventilating breaths, eyes closed, prepared to be underwater. She closes her eyes in concentration as she takes one last, very big breath, and holds it.
But Tiffany just keeps screaming. "AIEEEEEE! AIEEEEE! AIEEE-B-B-B-B-B-B-B!!!!!!!" Tiffany continues her scream, eyes tightly shut, as the water covers her mouth and nose. She opens her mouth to breathe in again but can't. She screams one last time, a short gurgle of bubbles, emptying her lungs of air.
Tara is still calm, and by the movements of her wrists, it is clear that she has nearly freed herself from Tiffany. Her work is sped up by the fact that Tiffany is finally holding still, stunned by her circumstances.
Tiffany's eyes snap open wide, showing deep fear. She is already feeling a burning in her empty lungs. Her chest is heaving in and out as she resists trying to breathe. Her eyes widen even more in agony. Suddenly her body bucks once, surprising even herself, as the need to breathe begins to overtake her. Slowly, her mouth begins to gape open. She manages to mouth the word "no" a few times before her jaw opens involuntarily wide. Her arms begin jerking, trying instinctively to reach her mouth or throat.
Tara has one wrist completely free. Now she only has to free the other wrist that's still bound to Tiffany's. She shakes away the loose rope and shuts her eyes to continue her work, trying to ignore the sensation of Tiffany struggling behind her.
Tiffany's eyes bulge in panic. Her body bucks again, sending her breasts bouncing. Her chest moves in tiny heaves again and again, pretending to breathe, trying to suck in the air that Tiffany knows is not there. Finally, she heaves in one giant spasm, her entire body stiffening, and she breathes the water into her starving, burning lungs. This causes a gagging reaction as she tries to cough the water out, then breathes in more against her will. She shakes viciously, her body rocked with competing spasms of agony.
Tara's expression shows that she is beginning to run out of air, and there is also a hint of emotion at knowing that the girl behind her is dying. She keeps up her determination. Tiffany goes into her final spasms, which are extremely violent. Her weightless breasts bounce spasmodically. Tara waits it out, appearing to choke back a sob.
In seconds, Tiffany is still. Her eyes gape. Her body sways slightly in the waves created by her own death throes. Her feet dangle, suspended just above the bottom of the tank.
Tara quickly finishes untying the last rope. She slips her arms out of the harness. She can swim to the top now. She begins kicking her way upwards.
She is stopped. She kicks again, but she instantly realizes what is happening. The ankle chain, so loose that she had forgotten about it, is still binding her to Tiffany.
Tara kicks harder and pulls the water with her arms. She manages to tow Tiffany's corpse to a horizontal position, then a little further. She looks up and sees the surface is only one or two feet away.
But the effort of kicking has been too much, and it has used up her oxygen. The ankle chain is now taut, restricting her kicks. Tiffany's body is about 45 degrees from the vertical and isn't rising any further due to the way she has turned in the unmoving harness. Tara realizes she can't go any further. She manages to bring her knees to her chest, which puts her ankle in reach, but her body is succumbing to oxygen depravation. Tara may be realizing that their only hope was to work together and free each other. Now that Tiffany is dead, Tara will die too.
Tara's hands quiver uncontrollably as she tries to feel the ankle bracelet. Gradually, her legs stiffen and straighten out again. This is the end.
For the
first time, Tara looks truly afraid. She lets out a bleat of panic,
sending bubbles rushing to the surface. Tiny spasms begin to rock her
body, and her chest heaves just as Tiffany's did. The tension in her
body causes her to sink to the bottom. Tara is laid out on her back
now, her perky breasts pointing up to the sky, towards freedom and
survival. She lets out the rest of her stale, useless air in a loud
wail of frustration and agony. Her eyes bulge in horror, then in pain,
as her body begins taking in one gulp of water after another, her back
arching tightly. Her tense body quakes in agony. Her legs spasm in
fast, sweeping kicks. Then she is still.