#WIPITUP Wednesday – The Chase #BDSM #Ponygirls

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Hello wipfidoodians… (autocorrect did that it was meant to read wipidoodians… and I’m assuming the former isn’t a word either – whatever :o) Anyway, we’re back underwater for a spot of extreme bondage in the large fish tank. Jenny’s about to be chased a man in black – how romantic, right? GRIN.

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THE TIES THAT BIND

The spiky fins beneath her stomach trailed backwards and tormented her sex relentlessly, but she was not going to be a victim to hormones again. She was damned if one of those divers was going to get a free ride from her without a fight.

Rounding the back of the tank, trying to look for a suitable hiding place, Jenny’s breath nearly caught in her throat. More dildos were scattered everywhere, like flickering lilac candles, but this time there were also pairs of large, clear plastic suckers, connected to various sizes of plastic strapping and they could have only one purpose. Restraint. There were also a couple of black hoses with silver nozzles and she didn’t particularly fancy finding out their purpose. As another loud splash could be heard from above, Jenny flapped her feet with renewed vigour and ignored the protestations of her fins as they screamed in protest. She needed to get away from this side of the tank as quickly as possible. A quick flick of her head confirmed that there was another diver above and this time, he had his sights firmly fixed on her. Oh dear God. Jenny wasted the next ten seconds battling with her rubber muffler as she struggled to free her hands, but it was a useless endeavour. These guys weren’t amateurs. They knew exactly what they were doing and her bindings held fast.

Speeding along as fast as her shackled legs would allow, she watched mushroom corals, resplendent in shades of cerise, peach and cyan, flapping gently in the wake that her frantically flapping body left behind. Tiny fish flittered through her legs and her heart made such a racket inside her head, it was worse than one hundred and twenty-decibel heavy metal in a teeny tiny room. She was a small fish in a very small tank and there was no escape really, was there? So what was the point in trying? Jenny almost berated herself for the defeatist attitude, but it was a good question. Why tire yourself out if you didn’t have to? The restraints and dildos chose that moment to flicker in front of her eyes. Then again, why give these bastards any longer to play with your body, than absolutely necessary? And the chase was on.

Little exaggerated flicks with her fins, and steering by means of shoulder blades enabled her to traverse the length of the tank without getting caught. The little blue fishy hadn’t feared so well, she was currently caught under the arm of a diver and headed for the back wall. Good luck with that, Jenny thought and she kicked her legs faster, feeling the chains between her feet rattle. Her whole body was on fire, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was prolong her freedom, such as it was, for as long as possible. Rounding the corner, she risked turning her head to discover that he was just three or four feet behind her and she knew it was game over. Using up the last reserves of her energy she gave one almighty furious blast with her feet, hoping to knock his gill out – but in the next moment she felt an arm snake around her ankle and knew her lot was up. Kicking for all she worth, she felt her flipper connect sharply with his shoulder, but his grip didn’t falter. In the next instant, he had an arm around her waist, crushing her fins painfully close to her body and he began steering her around in a circle – exactly where she didn’t want to go.

Quickly moving up her body, he dug his gloved fingertips around her shoulders and used his powerful legs to make short work of the ride that had taken Jenny several minutes to complete. As his limbs were unencumbered by fetters, he used long, economical movements that he probably could have kept up for hours. Twisting and wriggling in his grip achieved nothing except a good deal of uncomfortable pulling against her spiky fins. A black finger waggled from side to side in front of her mask and tapped her hard on the nose. Jenny figured she was being told off, but she didn’t care. She did not want to be plastered up against that wall with all those people watching. Unfortunately, it appeared to be a foregone conclusion.

No-matter what she tried, the diver was one step ahead of her. When she let her body go limp and dragged her flippers along the floor, he moved his arms back around her waist and pulled her upwards, so she couldn’t disrupt his journey. When she kicked her flippers as hard as she could to break free, he easily caught her up and tightened his hold, which was now beginning to feel like the tightest of rubber bands. After several thwarted attempts, he grew tired of her antics. Tearing the gill roughly from her face, he threw it on the floor. As her eyes widened and she struggled to race for the top of the tank, he held onto one of her legs, watching the slow ascent of bubbles as they left her lips. When the bubbles ceased and she began struggling in earnest, he came face to face with her and waved the gill around airily. His eyes were black. Deep, dark pools of obsidian and they held a gleam of menace within them. He wanted to let her know he was not someone you messed with. Feeling scarily lightheaded, her lungs stretched to bursting point, she wondered if she was going to pass out, but then he finally relented and shoved the gill viciously back in her mouth. She got the message, though. The warning had been served. Do not fuck with me.

The rest of the short journey was accomplished quickly, with little interference on her part. She gave up all resistance and when she was shoved up against the tank, face forward, fins bending sharply underneath her, she remained meekly in place whilst plastic belts were fastened around her body and the suckers adjusted. Her mask was flat against the side of the tank and the gill rested awkwardly, slightly bent in her mouth, but her grip on it was ferocious.

Even though the light was bright within the tank and the room outside had now been reduced to darkness, Jenny was sure she could detect movement out there. She wondered how many people would be watching her torments in avid fascination. All three fish were now pressed up against the glass, tightly restrained and awaiting their fate. Jenny’s skin prickled all over with anticipation and she clenched the heavy butt plug deep inside her, feeling the large fan tail behind her flap as she did so. What can they do to you in the water? This sentence played over and over in her head. There would be no electric shocks down here, thankfully, but she guessed there were plenty of other tricks they could employ. Bracing her body tightly for the worst, she was taken by surprised when she felt an ice-cold jet of water being directed at her. It was the pressurised hose she’d laid eyes on earlier and the diver behind her was directing it all over her body. Whilst the first burst took her by surprise, it wasn’t long before she and all the other fish were struggling in their plastic wrapping, trying to avoid its vicious sting as it assaulted various body parts.

A flash of blinding lights popped off all over the place in front of her and Jenny groaned in comprehension. The photographers. All of this would be captured on film. The thought was utterly mortifying, but she had little time to dwell on it for the jet was now being directed at the fins upon her back and one by one it tried to burst them from her body. It succeeded on a couple of attempts, but for the most part, the tiny little cylinders held – although they protested at this kind of treatment and quite loudly. Each little fin was worked over as she rattled her body helplessly against the glass and the swirling, artic currents around her had her tense and tightly on edge, wondering where the next jet of freezing water would attack next.

The diver upped the pressure setting and aimed the hose sideways in order to target her breasts. Jenny had pressed them up close against the glass in order to protect them from just such a manoeuvre but the vicious onslaught gave no quarter and she was thrashing within her plastic bonds in a matter of moments. Trying to crouch her body in on itself, which was no easy feet without the use of your arms, she tried her best to lessen the damage, but Mr Wetsuit was determined in his pursuit. When the first cylinder pinged from her left nipple, she let out an agonised yell. The blood-engorged teat was then given frost-bite and the resulting heady bite of pain was delicious, electrifying and utterly unbearable. All the blood in her body shot straight down to her sex and had the craziest dance party alive. As he moved around to set his instrument of torture on her right boob she was ready for him and she immediately turned away, shielding herself. It made no difference. The force of the hose wouldn’t let her stay still and before long, he had added another cylinder to his tally.

Screaming underwater wasn’t the easiest feat, Jenny reflected, as both of her freed nipples pulsed and throbbed with a fiery, intense heat that could not be ignored. For starters, you really needed to inhale through your nose to scream, and that wasn’t an option that was currently available to her. You also needed to hear the noise for it to be of any type of cathartic benefit, and the water muffled the sound in such a way that Jenny almost wondered whether the effort was worth it. She was about to find out…

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6 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday – The Chase #BDSM #Ponygirls

  1. Impeccable! You truly have the naughtiest mind I know of. I could feel her pain as the icy water enveloped her nipples. The panic she felt when the gill had been taken from her, leaving her no choice but to comply to the dirty divers commands.
    I think I need an icing down after this excpert! Whew!

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