Somebody help! It’s me, Zombie. The day started out perfectly with me relaxing by the pool. When out of nowhere I felt a strong feeling against the back of my head, pushing me face down into the water. I tried to see who was dunking my head in and out of the water, but their grip was too strong and fast for me to see. I was just trying to catch my breath, but my lungs couldn’t take it and all I remember was everything fading to black.

When my eyes finally re-opened, I still had my little black suit on, but I couldn’t believe that I was bound up and muzzled as an underwater captive....

Somebody help! It’s me, Zombie. The day started out perfectly with me relaxing by the pool. When out of nowhere I felt a strong feeling against the back of my head, pushing me face down into the water. I tried to see who was dunking my head in and out of the water, but their grip was too strong and fast for me to see. I was just trying to catch my breath, but my lungs couldn’t take it and all I remember was everything fading to black.

When my eyes finally re-opened, I still had my little black suit on, but I couldn’t believe that I was bound up and muzzled as an underwater captive. I’m not scared of anything, but in this moment I was terrified. Laying at the bottom beneath the surface, all I could see were black boots and a hose from my muzzle leading to a tank that was next to me. I had one hand bound behind my back with no chance of escaping. Then I finally saw him, the man who put me in this terrifying plot. He was agitating me with his constant poking and fondling. But then his actions began to get progressively worse. He kept playing with my air, causing me to get weak with my lungs stinging in agony. I tried to stay calm, but I just didn’t know what was going to come next, then I soon learned what was next... torment.

The kind of torment where he insisted on opening my legs and getting to my vulnerable pussy any way that he could. But it also became a mind game. I hate to admit that I was somewhat enjoying the pleasure he was giving me, but the torment of him building up my orgasm, just to walk away and leave me wanting more was agonizing. He knew he had me hooked when he walked away in the torment of his pleasure and pain.