Part 3: The Tank

Naked. Hands and feet lashed tight. Lea floats in the tank, bare skin glowing under the water, waiting for Chanel to decide her next move. Chanel grabs her hair and shoves her down hard. Bubbles burst around Lea’s face. She comes up gasping, then gets shoved under again. No words. Just the slap of water and the sound of her choking. When Chanel pulls her up she drags Lea’s mouth straight to her cunt, above the surface, then under it. Lea licks, tongues, fights for air between the press of Chanel’s thighs and the weight of the water. Chanel watches, smiling, undecided whether she wants the sound of Lea gagging on her or the sound of her drowning on it. She keeps both. When Chanel is ready she hauls Lea close and kisses her deep, mouths open, tongues moving under the water’s still surface. The tank settles. Lea stays bound. Chanel stays in charge.