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The Grayson Twins (Part Thirteen)
🕑 Added 2023-04-21 13:59:01 +0000 UTCHe looks up at her through a mist of rising steam to see her smiling knowingly down at him. “Aww, getting a little tired?” she says. “Don’t worry little toy, I’ll take care of you.” She grins mischievously, clearly aware of how completely non-reassuring this statement is.
Her dainty fingers emerge from the water to gently stroke one of her perky breasts, which are only partly submerged. Her other hand is playfully twirling her hair.
Suddenly, her huge knee emerges from the water right next to him, startling him as with its massive presence like a whale breaching terrifyingly close.
“Here you go, now you have a little island to crawl up onto. See how benevolent your Goddess is?”
He over at her nervously, obviously not trusting the gesture of mercy but at the same time desperate to hang onto something and stop swimming.
“Go ahead!” she giggles, giving him a playful little splash with the backs of her fingers. Even this tiny splash creates a swell that washes him up against the smooth, wet skin of her knee like waves crashing onto rocks.
His muscles aching, he scrambles onto her knee and lies on his stomach, panting. Slowly enough not to knock him back into the water, she crosses this knee over her other leg, raising him up higher from the surface of the water and also bringing him closer to her face.
Her fingers arrive to gently pet his back as he lies there panting, and she leans her head back and closes her eyes, sighing with contentment as she relaxes in the hot water.
After a while he manages to catch his breath, and starts to feel humiliated by the fact that he’s just letting her pet him like a little hamster. He rolls onto his back and tries pushing her fingers away. She just giggles and treats this like a game, toying with his tiny hands and pushing past them easily to tickle his belly and toy with his penis. She doesn’t bother looking up at him.
“What are you doing?” he says with frustration. “Stop it!”
“I’m just petting you, little guy.”
“I’m not your pet!”
She lifts her head up to look at him, her huge green eyes fixing him with a mischievous smile, her tongue held playfully between one corner of her lips.
“Oh yeah, that’s right, thanks for reminding me!”
“Wait…”
“You’re not my pet, you’re my toy. Silly me!”
She casually flicks him off of the safety of her knee and sends him flinging disorientingly across the water towards the foot of the tub.
When he manages to stop himself tumbling uncontrollably through the water, he takes a big gasp of air and yells “I’m not your toy! Fuck you!”
He starts swimming towards the foot of the tub, hoping without much optimism that he can find some way to scramble out.
She giggles. “You sure about that?”
Still with her legs crossed, the foot of the leg that’s crossed on top emerges like an enormous sea creature from below him, lifting him out of the water onto the tops of her toes and then tossing him casually back towards him with a little flick.
He lands with a splash and comes up for air only to find her toes descending from above like a crane, gripping him around the waist and lifting him out of the water.
He looks behind him to see her, still with her legs crossed, smiling condescendingly over at him.
“What are you?”
He just coughs, having swallowed a lot of water when she tossed him around.
She raises her eyebrows. “Speak.”
“I’m not your toy!”
She shrugs. “Suit yourself!”
Without warning she dunks him under the water. His initial yelp of surprise means that he has even less air than he already would, even given how unprepared he was, and he starts to panic. He writhes furiously between her toes, to absolutely no effect.
Finally, she lifts him up again. He looks back at her to see that she’s no longer even looking at him; she’s scrolling through something on her phone and looking bored.
“Hmm,” she sighs. “What am I gonna do with you? So much training and you still haven’t learned your place. Maybe you just like being punished.” Still not looking up at him, she asks, “Ready to try again? What are you?”
“You fucking…!”
He doesn’t have time to finish his enraged outburst before she dunks him again. She holds him down there longer this time, until his muscles are burning with starvation for oxygen.
When she brings him up again he’s gasping desperately for air.
“What are you?” she asks again, still not looking up at him.
“Please…” he chokes, and that’s all he manages before she puts him under the water again.
When she lifts him out, this time, she doesn’t even have to ask before he desperately spits out the words “I’m your toy!”
She giggles. “Good boy!”
Eyes on her phone, she dangles him between her toes for a few more minutes as he pants heavily to catch his breath. Then suddenly she lets him drop.
She puts her upturned hand at the surface of the water next to her breast, and beckons. “Come here, toy. I want to play with you some more.”
He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to be punished again, and then, saying “Fuck it” under his breath, starts swimming frantically to the edge of the tub. Finding an almost vertical smooth white cliff of marble, he swims towards the foot of the tub again, seeing that it’s slightly less steep over there.
To his dismay it’s almost as steep and very slippery, and he would have to make it up a depressingly long way to get even close to getting out. He tries it anyway, scrambling frantically, but he slides backwards back down into the water.
“Aww,” she coos mockingly. “Are you trying to escape? That is so cute! Here, let me help you.”
To his horror, her huge toes lift out of the water again and reach towards him once again.
