Hot Tub Havoc

[RockRye]

Calista’s panic surged to an unbearable crescendo as her lungs screamed for air and her neck throbbed under the relentless pressure of Stephanie's muscled legs. She felt trapped in a deadly paradox: the desperate need to take a breath warred with the terror of knowing that doing so would only fill her lungs with water. Every pulse of Stephanie’s thighs bore into her neck like a vise, amplifying her fear and helplessness. Her heart pounded wildly, each beat a stark reminder of how quickly her situation was spiraling out of her control. The heat of the water, the tightness around her throat, and the suffocating panic were merging into one overwhelming sensation.

Her energy was rapidly fading, but still she tapped against Stephanie’s legs with trembling hands, the only plea she could muster in her dire state. Just when her vision began to blur and darken at the edges, she felt herself being yanked back above the surface. The sudden influx of air was both a blessing and a curse. Her lungs burned as they expanded, and the effort of breathing turned into harsh, sputtering coughs that sent droplets of water spraying around her. Relief coursed through her as the cool oxygen filled her chest, but it was short-lived.

Stephanie's grip around her neck remained unyielding, a constant, suffocating reminder that the danger was far from over. Calista’s trembling hands moved instinctively to the unyielding thighs that imprisoned her, pulling at them with what little strength she had left. Her red, water-streaked face tilted upward, her eyes wide with desperation as she gasped for air.

She barely registered Stephanie’s voice, speaking almost teasingly about "tapping." The words made no sense, fragmented and distant against the pounding of her pulse in her ears. What did she mean? Did she think Calista was so clueless not to tap in that situation? Calista’s confusion only deepened as Stephanie brushed wet strands of hair from her face with what seemed like affection, a gesture so at odds with the merciless scissor hold she maintained.

Calista coughed again, her voice cracking as she managed to plead, "P-please… what’s going on? Why are you doing this?" Her words were heavy with both fear and exhaustion, her red, swollen face begging for an explanation she wasn’t sure would come.

Stephanie’s response was chilling in its dismissiveness. She wouldn’t heed her tapping, she declared, or all but declared. The reality of her situation hit Calista with full force, and a new wave of panic surged through her. She shook her head weakly, her voice trembling as she begged, "Please… please let me go…" But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

With cruel precision, Stephanie forced her down again. Calista barely had time to gulp in a desperate breath before her head was plunged beneath the water. The heated rush surrounded her, and the terror set in anew. Every nerve in her body screamed to fight, to claw her way to the surface, but her strength was waning, and Stephanie’s legs remained unmovable, an iron cage trapping her underwater.

This time, though, Stephanie wasn’t squeezing her, not like before. The realization broke through her panic, and Calista hesitated. The relentless scissor hold that had felt like a death sentence moments before was now a prison that left her a narrow sliver of hope. Her hands clutched at Stephanie’s thighs tightly, trembling as she wrestled with her instincts. She wanted to push through, to force her way to the surface, but deep down, she knew it was futile. Stephanie’s strength dwarfed her own.

Instead, she focused on the one thing she could still do, disregarding Stephanie's words from above. With renewed desperation, she raised both hands and tapped furiously on Stephanie’s thighs, her palms slapping against the slick, wet skin. Her movements were frantic and pleading. The underwater world muffled everything, the sounds, the light, the feel of her own body, but the urgency in her taps was unmistakable.

[thesteedman]

Despite the frantic taps against her thighs, the Baroness did not respond. At least not for now... that was in part all a segment of the so called 'lesson' after all. That twisted smile, etched on an otherwise enthralling face remained, feeling as Cali beat and tapped against her powerful vice of a trap. With the water fighting against her, and all the resistance against movement, she could conjure no real striking power. Her strength was no match for her legs either, with the Baroness unable to resist giving just a little squeeze around her slender neck. Time passed... perhaps just a little too much. Those arms slowly turned from tapping and slapping to merely pawing at her legs, her grip slipping from her thighs. Though the Baroness was fond of all manner of torture's, this one had long run its coarse. She had no desire to drown this young beautiful specimen... instead wanting to prolong the game. Sapping her of all air so early would do no favours in the long run.

With that in mind she shifted herself, finally lifting Calista to bring her head above the water level, finally letting her have that precious air before passing out became a danger. She kept her grip, squeezing just a bit deeper when she tried to draw that first breath... not tight enough to deny her and strangle, but just enough so that first breath was half starved, with her lungs barely able to fill with what she so desired. She kept that grip, her eyes darkening as she pulled Calista closer and stroked over her alluring features... a final squeeze.... before she finally unlocked her legs from Cali's neck. Given the ordeal, there was a chance the poor girl might slump and collapse into the water, and as such the Baroness slipped her legs around her bare core to keep her up... a near fatal error on her own part given her own dark desires and obsession with constricting her prey with her legs... but the Baroness was able to resist her own whims for the time being, looking at the long game.

She began to stroke her hands through Cali's hair, near shuddering in delight as she could feel her abs straining and her core tensing as she began in desperation to draw breath. It would have been so easy to just squeeze her, let her long legs lock and her thighs press in together... but the Baroness had other ideas.
"You see? Unfortunately there are so many within the LAW ranks that will not release you even if you tap out. In an official match, the referee might be able to assist you by threatening a reversal of the decision... but in a No Disqualification match, you will find yourself in trouble. This is why I am showing you... so that you are ready for it when it happens. Experience is always key here in the LAW Federation!" The Baroness spoke with an air of mocking sincerity. She slowly pulled Cali closer to her form, all but obvious in her attention to slip her own body closer to hers, enjoying the feel of her scantily clad form against her own as their legs brushed together, their chests pressed close and their bare midriffs traced over each other. For a moment it almost looked like the Baroness might slip a kiss, a devious yet longing look within her eyes as she smiled that dark smile.

Before Cali could even recover or register what was happening, she suddenly felt herself being dunked back into the water. It was not for long, feeling her body being placed on the elongated chair of the hot tub. Fingers secured below her chin, before she felt the firm rear of the Baroness press against the small of her back. Her head was pulled back, her spine arching awkwardly as her head was brought back up above the surface, locked into a gruelling Camel Clutch. The Baroness leaned right back, tucking her legs against Cali's sides as she began to hum in an oddly innocent manner.
"So... let us begin a new lesson. What is this move called? You should familiarise yourself with them so that you are aware of them!" The Baroness whispered, before leaning back just a little more.