BONDAGE ON THE HIGH SEAS
At last, I was a fully qualified frogman, a recognised deep-sea diver. With plenty of money too, and a great desire to put my newly acquired skills into practice, I rushed into things far too quickly for my own good. I'd heard rumours, that there was a wreck somewhere off the coast of a small island somewhere deep in the Caribbean Sea, but it this had never been confirmed, and I made no effort to do so, the spirit of adventure taking far too strong a hold on me. Like the impatient idiot that I was, I had to investigate for myself, and I made the classic error of going alone and not making sure I'd informed anybody of my intentions. With more money than sense I booked a flight out there and bought myself a small boat, setting out for the suggested site.
Now, I had paid attention to my diving instructors, and had taken on board all that they had told me about the diving activities themselves. I had made many a mental note about the dangers of rising up too quickly and the need for proper decompression. And also limiting my time underwater to allow the required period to perform the above. However, going exploring under the sea alone was not recommended, and in time I'd find out why. As I set the anchor of my small craft and hauled myself over the side and into the deep water, I had no idea of what awaited me.
Firstly, I discovered that there was a wreck here, and soon came across it. To be honest it was an old sailing ship, probably two hundred years old, and I began to wonder why it had laid here undiscovered for all of this time. But, as I approached even closer, and was actually contemplating entering the remains of the ship, I found out that others were only too aware of the presence of this sunken vessel.
The first indication I received of this state of affairs, is when a harpoon passed by very closely, startling me naturally. It had been fired deliberately to miss me, it was a warning shot, but at the time I couldn't be certain of that. And I had no intention of hanging about to see if my instincts were right, for as I looked in the direction that the harpoon had come from, I could see a group of divers approaching rapidly, and they didn't give the impression that they'd come to invite me for a friendly drink!
One thing that I did think about them was that they all seemed to be female, but again I wasn't waiting around to confirm that suspicion. Off I set, swimming as fast as I could. But shortly afterwards another, 'aimed to miss,' harpoon flew by, and I noticed another group of female pursuers emerge from a different direction. Gradually more groups joined the chase, and I realised that I was being shepherded towards a kind of short tunnel in the rock formation. With no real choice I entered it, and just after I'd gone past the point where I could not turn back, yet another group of frogwomen appeared at the other, open end. Holding a large net between them that they used to cover the exit of the tunnel!
Meaning I was now trapped by these girls, soon I'd be their captive, helpless in their hands. The harpoonist shot another of her bolts, again deliberately wide of me, but signifying that I was to enter the net, and indicating that if I refused, then her next shot would not be wide! So, with no choice I obeyed and swam deeply into the net. Which resulted in the girls holding it congregating and closing the open entrance completely shut. Whoever these girls were, I utterly belonged to them now!
After a short time, the net entrance re-opened, and four of my captors swam inside the net to join me, where after the girls holding the net perimeter closed in again. This time actually drawing the rope contained within said perimeter closed and knotting it shut, completely sealing my four companions and myself inside. Confirming beyond any doubt my captive status, and by now I could clearly ascertain that my captors were all indeed, women.
One of them was armed with a harpoon gun, which she pointed in my direction, making it crystal clear that I was to obey any instruction given, and not to interfere with any action of her colleagues. I simply nodded my assent to her. And now her friends got to work, as it were. Firstly, one of them placed a rubber covering over my diving mask, completely blinding me. Then I felt the other two replacing my oxygen tank with a fresh one, thereby extending the time I could remain underwater, and they did so skilfully and quickly, placing me in no danger at all. I could now feel my new tank being tied to something, a circular net about eight or nine feet in diameter, to which the three girls now spread out my four limbs, tying each of my wrists and ankles to this net securely.
They now restored my power of sight, and I noticed that my flippers had been removed from my feet. Not that I was going anyway, this smaller net also contained a draw rope within its outer edge, and soon this was pulled fully shut, forcing my body into a sort of bullet shape, my arms and legs pulled in front of me. The girls knotted the draw rope shut, sealing me firmly and inescapably within. Now two girls took one end of this rope each and attached it to the belt of their diving suits, obviously they were going to fulfil the role of my tugs, to travel to wherever they were planning to take me!
Although my 'blindfold' had been removed, in the shape that I'd been forced into it was difficult to see, but I was able to determine that, now I was firmly captured and secured in the smaller net, the entrance to the larger one was re-opened, and my tugs swam through, pulling me now their helpless prisoner, behind them.
It is interesting how different emotions can occur at the same time, especially in unusual situations. And this was precisely what happened within my own mind, during the twenty minutes or so that I was tugged by my two female captors here. Obviously, there was a large degree of fear and trepidation floating around my head, as stated previously, I was now the complete captive of a group of women, none of whom I even knew and with absolutely no idea as to just why they had taken me as their prisoner, nor what they had planned for me. But the fact that I didn't know them at all also led to a second feeling, curiosity. I was intrigued by their action almost as much as I was frightened by it! And finally, much to my surprise as you can imagine, there were stirrings beneath the neoprene covering my region as it were, I became aware that being their helpless captive was turning me on, I was actually becoming aroused! Leading to a little physical discomfort to add to my concerns as there was very limited room within the stretched neoprene for my cock to respond to this excitement!
One final emotion was one of relief, because these females obviously also knew about the need for controlled decompression and the need to avoid the bends, that is why they took so long to rise to the surface and their vessel. A very large boat, which could almost be described as a small ship, and I noticed my own, much smaller craft connected to the rear of theirs. But I wasn't going to be hauled on board just yet. My two female tugs removed the ropes of my net prison from their belts, and now attached them to loops welded to the hull of their boat. They now attached a small weight to the underneath of my net, pulling me down a few feet, and holding me out of the direct path of the wake from their craft's propeller. Because their vessel now started up, dragging me, still completely enclosed in the net, behind it!
Therefore, revealing the reason why my captors had extended the time period I could remain submerged by the fitting of that new oxygen tank. And I still had plenty left when after about another fifteen minutes their boat came to a halt, and it was clear to me that it had reached port and docked. Two frogwomen dived in, released the ropes holding me to the ship, and now attached them to a crane hook. Once the weight had been disconnected, I was lifted out of the water, and just after I'd broken the surface, the net had large enough openings to allow their hands to reach inside and disconnect me from the breathing apparatus. I had no need of it anymore, able to breathe normal air, as the net and I were lifted out and simply suspended in mid-air. To be simply let hanging there, as the water dripped off for quite some time.
Finally, I was swung over until I was actually over the deck of their vessel, and then lowered down onto it. With the net undone, all of my breathing apparatus, my mask, neoprene head covering and my diving gloves were removed from me and nobody amongst my female captors seemed to bear in mind the fact that these items were my personal property the slightest regard, as they were simply taken away. With my mouth and nose completely clear of any scuba gear, a large pad, full of chloroform although I knew nothing of that, was placed over my face. Now I became aware of the gas, but obviously could do nothing about it, as it began to weave its effect upon me, and I passed out into a state of deep unconsciousness.
Make no mistake my situation had completely changed when I finally emerged from that induced state. Firstly, all of my scuba suit had been removed, and again I had no idea where, as I say items that were my property, had gone. All I wore now was a pair of female panties. And I was now upright, my wrists encoiled in leather cuffs, padlocked shut, and my arms linked to the ceiling by chains locked to the respective cuff's 'D' ring. My ankles also were surrounded in leather, and the rings of these had been padlocked to rings firmly mounted in the floor. Basically, I was held securely and was going nowhere until somebody else other than myself agreed to it.
I guess that whilst I'd been left standing, I was under some sort of observation, because almost immediately after I'd come to, a door opened and an extremely attractive, no that's probably not doing her justice, a stunningly sexy woman walked into the room. Dressed in a beautiful leather suit complete with short skirt, that really emphasised her utterly gorgeous figure and increased her sex appeal tremendously. And, in normal circumstances, would have produced a very rapid reaction in a certain area of my body. However, I think it's fair to say, this situation was far from normal. I not sure if it was still down to a lingering effect of the drug I'd been subjected to, fear of where I found myself, or most likely, a combination of the two factors, because nothing stirred down there!
"Good morning! I am Theresa Gonzalez, and you are now all mine!" Well, how about that for a 'chat-up line,' all delivered with a strong Hispanic accent of course? She continued. "What made you think you had permission to start poking about on the wreck of the San Carlos?" So that is the name of the ship I pondered, hesitant to answer this Spanish Lady's question. "I'm waiting, Querida!"
"Nobody had said I couldn't." I struggled to think of anything else to say to her, and it was true, at no stage had I been informed not to.
"Oh, you English. You just don't see the world like we do. Just because no one has specifically not forbidden an activity, that doesn't give you the right to poke your nose in just where it isn't wanted. That vessel was commissioned, built, and supplied by my family, and it belongs to me. And now, because of your trespass without my express permission, as I said earlier so do you. Completely, as you are about to realise!"
Theresa began to circle my bound body, gently stroking me occasionally, and I detected the very strong hint of pure lust in her eyes. "Comfortable, Querida?"
"I've been in better positions, Theresa." An honest statement, it must be said.
