The following story contains elements of non-consent, humiliation (some of which in public and in group), abuse and other related kinks. It is not in any way a social commentary, political statement or a statement in general against anyone or any group. It is meant for people to enjoy as it if a work of fiction. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
I place my towel down on the small chair that's poolside. There are tons of these small chairs here, all around the pool, which are designed so you have a place to put your items while you go for a swim. As I look around at them, I see how so many already have towels or other items on them.
My name is Betty and I'm 19 years old. I just finished my last college final for the semester about 2 hours ago and am in need of a nice, relaxing time. That's why I've come to my neighborhood pool. Sure, there are tons of people here, swimming about, making noise and goofing off, but something about it is relaxing. I mean, the sun is high in the sky making it just a tiny bit hot but bright, to which going inside a cool swimming pool will feel great.
I am wearing my new 2-piece swimsuit, well, I shouldn't really call it new, I've worn it two times now. It's a light brown top and bottom, with the bottom looking more like boy shorts than a regular bikini cut style and the top being a regular spaghetti strap top. I like this bathing suit because I think it accents my skin tone. It both blends in with it as well as stands out as my skin is just a little bit lighter than the color of the swimsuit.
Standing up tall, I stretch out and then remove my flip flops. As I do this, I do glance around to make sure no dirty perv is looking at me. I've never had that issue here, but I know dirty old men and dirty pervs are everywhere. And they never have the good taste to do what they do on the down-low, instead they blankly stare at you.
Granted, there are probably better looking girls to look at here as I consider myself just average. I don't have rock hard abs, but I'm not fat. My boobs are not super huge but are C cups which I consider respectable and my butt is, well, my butt. It's not huge or bubble or anything like that. It's, well, firm. And I like it.
I move towards the edge of the pool as my chair was on the far side. Sitting down on the edge, I put my feet in. Instantly the cool water feels so good. It chills me on this hot summer day, making me feel like a kid again.
I look around the pool to see if there's anyone I know. There isn't, but that's not new. There's so many people that live in the neighborhood that I don't think I even know an eighth of them. I will say that today the pool seems more crowded than normal. Maybe I'll see someone I know later.
Once I get used to the temperature of the water, I slip my entire body in. I allow myself to go completely underwater where the coolness goes all over my body. It's a bit colder than I thought so I do feel my nipples harden as I stay under. My nipples aren't an issue as I resurface as I float with just my head over the water so you can't see them.
For several minutes I swim about, enjoying the feeling of the water and the freedom of finals being over. I have to move a few times as others get to close as they play around, or someone floating on one of those air-things seems to be floating towards me.
I've never been one for confrontation like some people here. I mean, you can hear some people telling others (or even yelling) for them to watch where they are going or to be careful as they don't want to be touched by strangers. But I don't know. I'm just not like that. Never been. I rather move away then get into a fight over something like that.
After a while, I do feel relaxed. The worries of finals and all the things I learned seem to wash away like dirt in a bath. My hopes lift as I think of all the free time I'll have coming up. How I'm closer to getting my degree.
I swim to the deeper end of the pool for a moment where I go under the water again. I pop my head back up, mainly to get my wet hair behind me. I wade towards the middle height of the pool, where I'm able to fully stand, but just my head is above the water.
"Oh," I say as someone presses up against me from behind. I feel the wet body press fully against me in a very surprising moment. I move forward at it in reaction, only the body steps forward with me to stay pressed against me. Instantly I know that this isn't an accident of someone bumping into me. This is on purpose. He moved with me.
"Keep looking forward...or
else
," a man's voice warns directly into my ear as I start to turn around to see who it is. I curse myself for not immediately yelling or swinging to slap the person as the cold water does nothing to help the freezing cold fear that comes over me. It covers my entire body, from my ties to the tips of my hair making me freeze in place and not move.
Gulping, many thoughts run through my head. Thoughts of how I don't know that voice, which means this is a complete stranger. Or how I wonder what is 'or else.' Or if anyone else is seeing this and will do something. If someone will save me. All these and more run over me, making me think so fast that I can't concentrate on any one thing.
I let out a whimper as I feel the stranger's hands on my hips. They are hidden beneath the water so only he and I feel them, while no one else has a clue. Both of his hands grab my hips and just hold them in place. A moment later I feel why as he presses his entire body against me, which includes the hard-on he has. It presses against my ass as if it is a warning. All of my back is pressed against him now, nearly making me want to cry as it feels so lewd.
Smoothly, he pushes forward on my hips, telling me without words to move forward. Cursing myself for being cowardly, I do start moving forward as he wants. As I do, it feels like someone has fixed my head so I'm unable to turn it. That I'm stuck looking forward. There are people to my sides which I know if I made eye contact with that they could help me, only they are in their own worlds and I make no move to get their attention for fear of the guy holding me. I could wave my arms or touch one of them, but I'm so scared to do so. I mean, what will the guy do if I did?
We keep moving like this with most of my body under water, with me feeling more and more cowardly as we move past others. All the while I just look forward and don't say anything. And he holds to my hips making it seem like I don't know which way to go.