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The Attack-Divers are at it again. This time showing no mercy to a man.
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This person was trespassing too close to their secret underwater base, to add insult to the offense he was swimming naked.

A couple days before they gave a good scare to a woman, free-diving in a vintage wetsuit. The Attack-Divers (A-Ds) were so impressed, with the way she held on to her breath, they let her go. Agreeing that if they ever saw her again, they would offer to make the asian woman an A-D. - "An offer she could not refuse." - Today they would finish off this 'man'. They would use the same basic tactic as before. To prevent their bubbles from alerting him to the presence of the A-Ds, the three held their breath, watching him from behind the rocks. Waiting for the best time to strike.

His behavior was very suspicious. The woman only seamed interested in the coral. (The A-Ds thought she was a coral poacher, A-Ds hate them, however she did not have a bag or pouch or any coral on her person. That worked out in her favor.) This person was looking for something he could not see, something that was not immediately obvious. First he would dive down about four meters, halfway to the bottom. Then swim into the current, looking down and around for about fifteen meters. Then he would make a U-turn, moving four meters to the right and swim with the current another fifteen meters, looking down and around, before returning to the surface for air and probably to get his bearings. His surface time was around thirty seconds. During this time the A-Ds would exhale slowly, draw a quick shallow breath, then move their positions. They knew the reef like the back of their hands, they knew where to hide.

Soon the A-Ds synchronized with the man's clockwork like movements. They predicted where he would be for his next two passes. They now had the perfect spot from which to attack. A large rock with a small alcove, just large enough for the three A-Ds and their air cylinders to fit. The enemy would not see them, or the opening to the alcove, during his decent. Once he passed over the rock the first time, they would come out, hide on the other side of the rock and wait for him to come back. By then he would be worn out and about out of air.

Xenovia handed her speargun to Joey. No point in wasting a spear on him: 'People drown all the time, it happens.' Madison held on to her's. Joey was the smallest of the three so she swam over to hide behind a smaller rock, one that gave her a good view of the approaching enemy, while her comrades could see her signal to attack. This was the method that worked last time. Xenovia looked, for just a moment, as the man broke the surface and dived down. 'You have seen the sun in the sky for the last time.' She thought this, as she ducked back into the cramped alcove.

Joey crossed the spearguns like an X and swam up blowing bubbles and waving at the man, distracting him. Xenovia and Madison began their ascent two seconds later. By the time he realized there were bubbles all around him, he was looking directly at Madison, pointing a speargun at his heart. Xenovia had pined his arms behind his back. Soon Madison pushed down on his right shoulder with her free hand. Strokes from the women’s powerful legs, paddle the fins, that soon had the man on the sea floor. Joey swam over holding the two guns.

With the woman, last time, they were almost gentle, Xenovia only held her arms back, twisting the diver’s leg with her own. Madison held her speargun with one hand, pushing in and out, on the alleged coral poacher’s stomach. Joey only looked at the brief spectacle, doing nothing.

This time the A-Ds let themselves go wild. Xenovia pined back his arms while slamming her thigh into his balls, she sang an old Ministry song in her head: "Breath Breath Breath in water", like most industrial, it was rather repetitious. All while pounding his nuts to the imagined beat. Madison held on to her speargun with both hands, prodding the gas cylinder into his belly as hard as she could. "He's a man, he can take it." Thinking about that to herself, Madison giggled in her mouth-piece. Joey got into the spirit, she cheered them on, waving spearguns like pompoms. She looked at the man once, his penis was so tiny. "Must be cold down here today without a wetsuit." She thought, while giving her friends another encouraging wave with her arms.

Finally the big moment came, their private thoughts ceased, it was collective orgastic experience. The defeated enemy inhaled a deep breath of seawater. Like most drowning people, he was able to quickly exhale the water, only to immediately breath in more. Together the A-D's had the same thought: "Barely a minute, what a wuss."

Continued in Code Blue…

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The Attack-Divers are at it again. This time showing no mercy to a man.
Continued from…

This person was trespassing too close to their secret underwater base, to add insult to the offense he was swimming naked.

A couple days before they gave a good scare to a woman, free-diving in a vintage wetsuit. The Attack-Divers (A-Ds) were so impressed, with the way she held on to her breath, they let her go. Agreeing that if they ever saw her again, they would offer to make the asian woman an A-D. - "An offer she could not refuse." - Today they would finish off this 'man'. They would use the same basic tactic as before. To prevent their bubbles from alerting him to the presence of the A-Ds, the three held their breath, watching him from behind the rocks. Waiting for the best time to strike.

His behavior was very suspicious. The woman only seamed interested in the coral. (The A-Ds thought she was a coral poacher, A-Ds hate them, however she did not have a bag or pouch or any coral on her person. That worked out in her favor.) This person was looking for something he could not see, something that was not immediately obvious. First he would dive down about four meters, halfway to the bottom. Then swim into the current, looking down and around for about fifteen meters. Then he would make a U-turn, moving four meters to the right and swim with the current another fifteen meters, looking down and around, before returning to the surface for air and probably to get his bearings. His surface time was around thirty seconds. During this time the A-Ds would exhale slowly, draw a quick shallow breath, then move their positions. They knew the reef like the back of their hands, they knew where to hide.

Soon the A-Ds synchronized with the man's clockwork like movements. They predicted where he would be for his next two passes. They now had the perfect spot from which to attack. A large rock with a small alcove, just large enough for the three A-Ds and their air cylinders to fit. The enemy would not see them, or the opening to the alcove, during his decent. Once he passed over the rock the first time, they would come out, hide on the other side of the rock and wait for him to come back. By then he would be worn out and about out of air.

Xenovia handed her speargun to Joey. No point in wasting a spear on him: 'People drown all the time, it happens.' Madison held on to her's. Joey was the smallest of the three so she swam over to hide behind a smaller rock, one that gave her a good view of the approaching enemy, while her comrades could see her signal to attack. This was the method that worked last time. Xenovia looked, for just a moment, as the man broke the surface and dived down. 'You have seen the sun in the sky for the last time.' She thought this, as she ducked back into the cramped alcove.

Joey crossed the spearguns like an X and swam up blowing bubbles and waving at the man, distracting him. Xenovia and Madison began their ascent two seconds later. By the time he realized there were bubbles all around him, he was looking directly at Madison, pointing a speargun at his heart. Xenovia had pined his arms behind his back. Soon Madison pushed down on his right shoulder with her free hand. Strokes from the women’s powerful legs, paddle the fins, that soon had the man on the sea floor. Joey swam over holding the two guns.

With the woman, last time, they were almost gentle, Xenovia only held her arms back, twisting the diver’s leg with her own. Madison held her speargun with one hand, pushing in and out, on the alleged coral poacher’s stomach. Joey only looked at the brief spectacle, doing nothing.

This time the A-Ds let themselves go wild. Xenovia pined back his arms while slamming her thigh into his balls, she sang an old Ministry song in her head: "Breath Breath Breath in water", like most industrial, it was rather repetitious. All while pounding his nuts to the imagined beat. Madison held on to her speargun with both hands, prodding the gas cylinder into his belly as hard as she could. "He's a man, he can take it." Thinking about that to herself, Madison giggled in her mouth-piece. Joey got into the spirit, she cheered them on, waving spearguns like pompoms. She looked at the man once, his penis was so tiny. "Must be cold down here today without a wetsuit." She thought, while giving her friends another encouraging wave with her arms.

Finally the big moment came, their private thoughts ceased, it was collective orgastic experience. The defeated enemy inhaled a deep breath of seawater. Like most drowning people, he was able to quickly exhale the water, only to immediately breath in more. Together the A-D's had the same thought: "Barely a minute, what a wuss."

Continued in Code Blue…