Literally projected by Marie-Claude, Julia tripped on the edge of the out of ground pool and fell head first in the water.
She doubled over in order to roll and not hit the pool’s bottom with her head. It worked. She hit it with her butts, expelling whatever air she had left in her lungs and swallowing a lot of chlorine-filled water in the process. Surrounded by a cloud of bubbles, she was dizzy and blinded by the water.
Frantically, she moved her legs and arms, trying to get a foothold. Eventually she put one foot on the pool’s floor and propelled herself up, as high as she could.
Like a bikini-clad dolphin, she jumped out of the water in a big splash, inspiring noisily as much air as she could. She then stood on pool’s floor, the water making waves around her breast, and she began getting the water out of her eyes with her fingers, so she could see something. When she did, what she saw was Marie-Claude diving in the pool, aiming at her like a missile… or more like a torpedo.
Marie-Claude entered the water with hardly a splash and hit Julia’s mid-section with her shoulder, lifting her from the pool’s bottom. Julia made a noisy Oooof! As the air rushed out of her lungs. Marie-Claude wrapped her arms around her opponent’s waist and, placing her feet firmly on the pool’s floor, lifted Julia out of the water, sending her head first over her shoulder. Julia squeaked but was quickly silenced as she plunged under the water, swallowing a good pint of liquid.
Once again, she frantically tried to find her way back on her feet, sending waves at the pool’s edge. Under the water, she saw Marie-Claude’s lower body coming towards her. She sent a feeble punch to the youngster stomach. The blow did no damage but propelled Julia backward.
The older woman felt exhausted and scared. Realizing that she was not going to have the upper hand against and enraged Marie-Claude, she tried to swim away from her nemesis. When her hands touched the pool’s edge, she saw that she was back near the patio. She grabbed the pool’s edge and tried to lift her self out of the water, but she lacked momentum and her arms were too tired. She could not set her leg on the patio and fell back in the water. She was about to make another attempt when Marie-Claude grabbed her bikini bottom from behind and pulled her away from the patio.
Julia screamed in terror and grabbed desperately the pool’s rim..
-“You’re not getting anywhere !” mumbled Marie-Claude. Then she pulled Julia’s red bikini down her hips and legs. Julia screamed again in shock but modesty was the last thing on her mind now. When the bikini bottom was down her ankle, Marie-Claude used it to pull both Julia’s legs from the pool’s floor. The older woman, still holding the rim, tried to force herself away with her arms. Her body was now in a horizontal position and she worked hard to keep her head out of the water, a position made breathing difficult because she was already winded.
Then, with a few quick moves, Marie-Claude used the bikini bottom to tie Julia’s ankles together.
The half-naked older woman could not walk on the pool’s bottom anymore, nor should she effectively use her legs to swim. When Marie-Claude let go her legs, she tried to pull herself back out of the water, using only her arms. She was too tired and could barely put her elbows on the patio before Marie-Claude was on her.
The young woman then took her revenge and kidney-punched Julia, just above the water line. Julia gasped in pain and fell back in the pool.
Marie-Claude grabbed a handful of Julia’s short blond hair and wrapped her left arm around her neck. She then pushed her opponent’s head under the water.
Julia panicked and fidgeted aimlessly with her tied-together legs. She tried to grab Marie-Claude’s head but not finding any useful hold, she punched clumsily and blindly, then scratched Marie-Claude’s solid arms. As she felt the pain increasing in her lungs with the need to breathe, her moves became more and more hysterical and ineffective. She grabbed Marie-Claude’s forearm, trying to force her way out of the hold but she had no strength left.
Marie-Claude relished at the sight of the air bubbles bursting at the surface. The bubble cloud became increasingly thin. When she thought Julia had expelled her last bit of air, she pulled her head out of the water.
Julia took a deep, painful breath. There was no fight left in her.
Marie-Claude asked her :
-“Have enough !”
Julia could hardly whisper :
-“Yes!”
Then Marie-Claude smiled.
-“Not me!” She said. And she pushed Julia’s head back in the water.
Julia found some remains of energy and tried to escape her tormentor’s by a volley of completely useless punches on Marie-Claude’s arms and shoulders. Still holding her victim’s head under the water with a firm grip around her neck, Marie-Claude pedaled to the pool’s edge, but away from the patio. When she could touché the rim with her hands, she allowed Julia to surface. Julia made a painful noise as she desperately gasped for air, her body almost limp.
Then Marie-Claude gave up Julia’s neck and dove under the water where she wrapped her arms around the older woman’s hips.
The young woman, using her strength and the reduced gravity in the water, lifted Julia as high as she could and projected her over the pool’s edge.
With a scream, Julia tried to hold herself at the pool’s rim but did not have any power left to do so, her arms being like spaghettis. She flew over the edge, her white buttocks exposed, her legs still tied by the bikini bottom at the ankles and she fell heavily out of the pool, dropping like a sack of potatoes on the lawn, four and a half feet lower.
She made a weak moan when she hit the grass, face first. She just stayed there for a moment, immobile and totally powerless, her white body completely limp with her arms spread and her legs tied together.
Marie-Claude swam back to the part of the pool nearer to the house and pulled herself out of the water, landing on the patio with agility. She then took her time to grab her towel and dry herself up. Only then she took the stairs down to the lawn in order to finish up Julia.
The poor woman was only beginning to move again. With difficulty, she used her hands to help herself in a sitting position. This demanded a terrible effort, as her arms were shaking from exhaustion. She then tried to untie the bikini bottom around her ankles.
She did not see Marie-Claude coming from behind her. The young woman mercilessly kicked her older opponent in the kidney with her bare foot. Julia squealed and lied along the pool’s wall. Marie-Claude brutally caught Julia’s arms and pulled the behind her back. She had no trouble keeping them there with on hand and, with the other tore the mature woman’s bikini top off, exposing her 38c breast.
-“Those things are saggy!” she said, seeing Julia’s breast. Julia had no more pep in her and did not even answer. Tears were rolling on her face, mixed the water, and she just hoped this hell would end soon.
Then Marie-Claude tied Julia’s wrists together, behind her back, with the bikini top. She then sat on Julia’s chest and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up.
She told her :
-“I am not asking you to say you lost because you know that. I am not asking you to say you are a bitch, because I know that. Now I am leaving. I will pack my things and send you a check for the rent. And never, NEVER, want to see you or hear about you OR your husband for the rest of my life. And if we ever meet by chance, don’t talk to me ! Understood ?”
Julia nodded squeamishly.
Marie-Claude then got up and walked towards the house, leaving Julia naked, tied up and lying on the grass, exposed to the sun.
Later Julia heard the door opening and closing, and then Marie-Claude’s bike starting and going away on the street.
It took at least an hour before Julia made an attempt at freeing herself. She couldn’t, no matter how she writhed, Marie-Claude knew how to make a knot.
She called. Nobody heard her in the neighboring houses.
Finally, it was almost dark when Derek came back and, final humiliation for Julia, found her like this.
He untied her and helped her back in the house.
She eventually told her what had happened. He asked to know all the details. She told him, again and again. Their sex life eventually got better from it. She noticed how aroused he became every time she mentioned it. She was left with mixed feeling. She never forgot the pain and the humiliation. But it had not been completely for the worst, after all…
The End
The Masked Writer
