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You've always been addicted to the thrill of the infinite flexibility of water. It can be a gentle sway rocking you to your dreams, or a thunderous tsunami destroying any and everything in its path without mercy. It can be somewhere in the middle, keeping you awake as you jostle around in it, whether by the salt of the ocean or the cold chill of a swimming pool.
This time, neither are present. You're being roughly led by a power hungry Ygor to one of the manor's many bathrooms. His footsteps boom in the hallways and his hand drags you by your hair, displaying his control over you.
"Inside, little lab rat," He instructs into your ear, making you shiver. He lets go of your hair... for now. You gulp and enter the bathroom in hesitation. Your blush is loud on your cheeks, and you wish you could hide it. Ygor won't have any of that now, he plans on having loads of fun with you first.
"Kneel," He demands. Your knees are on the floor a second later, your hands behind your back. You keep silent, looking up at him as he turns the tub's faucet on. "You did not obey Doctor Victoria's instructions earlier," He reminds you. His voice is a mix of cold and teasing, and you want to shrink. "Is Ygor correct about this?"
It feels degrading to be asked such a question, he was there when it happened. You gave her a wrong tool and placed organs in the wrong containers. Of course you didn't follow her instructions properly, but it was a mistake.
You still nod, not daring to open your mouth. It might let out some sort of phrase or noise you'll regret and get you into more trouble.
"Good rat, you know when to keep quiet," The backhanded praise makes you want to moan in embarrassment and sink through the floor into a hole, your own little grave.
Ygor grabs your head in his hands, moving you closer to the tub. The rushing water fills your still dry ears, knowing that in mere seconds they'll be drenched. You watch it rise and rise, growing deeper and deeper.
"Hear that?" The question is mocking and rhetorical, as expected. "That's the sound of your apology. You're lucky you have strong lungs."
Ygor just loves embarrassing you, making your stomach flip and your cheeks flush a bright red. He thunks your head down on the tub's rim. Your breathing becomes more labored at the mere thought of what's about to happen. Some tiny drops of water hit your face, making your eyes blink in reflex. When satisfied, Ygor turns the faucet off with one hand, his other still holding your head in place.
"And Ygor is lucky to work on this perfect little side experiment."
With a hearty push your head is underwater. Good thing you had the smarts enough to take in a quick, big gulp of air before being put under. It's lukewarm which makes it more tolerable, but with Ygor keeping you there your brain starts to grow dizzy. You know he'll let you up, but it won't be any time soon.
You can hear the muffled sounds of his chuckling, the water distorting your hearing. It surrounds your head with a cruel gentleness, almost trying to swallow you in deeper, making you succumb. Your heart thuds in your ears, and you can feel it in your chest. You stay as calm as possible, even with the hand gripping your skull as firm as it can. His other hand starts to trace up and down your body, teasing at your clothes. The added sensations twist your brain even more, making it glitch. You want to moan aloud at his touch, but if you do you'll get a mouthful of water. That would not be smart.
You can feel him stripping your clothes off, one by one, from the waist down. Your body squirms at the feeling of his hands, needing him more, but your wriggling only causes more pressure and stress on your poor lungs. It hurts, but hurts good. Challenges you.
He makes do of your pants, shoving them down to your ankles. Your bare legs hit the cool air, and if you could you'd be taking a big inhale right about now. Your lungs start to burn even more. The pressure is becoming close to too much. Your hands are gripping the tub's rim now in desperation, knuckles growing white. The sweet pain is bordering on too much. How much longer is this idiot gonna keep you under!?
Finally with a sharp tug, your face rushes out the water and you take in a big heap of oxygen. Water drips down and off your face, and wet hair clings to your forehead and neck. Your mouth is agape, taking in the oxygen at rapid pace. His hand still remains in your hair, waiting patiently until he knows you can be put under again.
Your heart still pounds and your head is still dizzy but relieved at the welcome air. That really was a hell of a thrill.
"Such perfect, harvestable legs," Ygor compliments. At least you think it's one, for his voice sounds very pleased, and you love that sound. He taps the inside of each leg, making you shuffle and spread them wider apart. "I wonder how long they can hold you up..."
Your head is once again splashed into the tub's water and held there.
"You disboey, you go splishy splashy," Ygor shrugs nonchalantly as if holding your head underwater was the most normal thing in the world. "That's the ruuule!" Damn him and his sing song voice.
This time he lets you up a bit earlier, almost as if mocking your sadistic nature like you can't handle it. You cough and sputter, dripping water and spit, trying to breathe as deeply as you can. Your hair and face are soaked, and it's getting your top wet too. You're not so sure how long you can keep this up, but Ygor pushes you to your limits.
Another ruthless dunk, but your head is pushed even deeper this time, and the water is at your shoulders now. Distortion surrounds you, and you both love and hate it. You can feel Ygor pawing at your underwear now, slowly pulling them down your legs.
"Ah, there you are."
You can still hear the phrase through the water, and it takes every bit of you not to moan. Fuck, this is taking too long. You wiggle your now bare ass, showing him what you need.
"Patience," He tuts, lightly smacking one cheek. Your body jolts, and water almost rushes up your nose. You can't exactly be patient while your lungs are almost bursting from holding a very limited amount of oxygen, and you want to snap at him.
He lets you up again and like last time you cough and sputter.
"Don't worry," He whispers in your ear. "You're gonna love this."
At the same time he shoves your head back under and rams two fingers inside of you. You scream underwater at the intrusion but keep your mouth closed tight. Bubbles pop up to the surface from your scream and wiggling, and Ygor cackles through it all.
"You crave being pushed to your limits like this, don't you?" He huffs as he thrusts and curls his fingers inside you. You clench around him, trying to buck back against him. You whine underwater, trying your best to not inhale any into your system. It's proving to be extra difficult by the second and by each slam of his digits. So much pressure from both ends, so much weight and stress, so wonderfully painful.
"Mmm, my tight little lab rat..."
You want to cum at those words alone.
He hoists your head out again, your lungs sucking in air as deep as you can. He interrupts it, kissing you roughly and shoving his tongue down your throat. You hadn't gotten in all the air you needed, so the kiss is extra dizzying as you choke on his tongue.
"Why breathe regular air, my lab rat?" He questions in a growl against your lips. "Breathe me in. Breathe in Ygor. I'm your oxygen now."
Hoooly-
DUNK! You're back under, and this time you're squirming like crazy, getting water everywhere. His fingers start up again, faster and harder, ramming deeper and deeper each time. You can feel yourself grow closer by the second, a warmth in your gut accompanying the burn in your lungs. Your whole body feels like a ticking time bomb, and you're going to explode one way or another.
With one last deep thrust and curl of his fingers, Ygor has your body shaking and twisting. You cum, and your newly expelled liquids splash everywhere; on you, him, and into the water. He yanks your head out one last time, finally letting go of your hair. This time you take his order and breathe him in first through another heated kiss, taking in all he offers. He giggles, watching as you slump down against the tub and lean into him to rest.
Oh how you just love getting wet.