The plunge into the vat of liquid was an unpleasant shock to her system, her limbs flailed as her panic to breathe overtook her. She couldn’t manage to extricate herself from her predicament, her doggy paddle was only just keeping her afloat, he face turned upwards trying to pull in fresh air, after the lungful of cum she had just inadvertently swallowed, the salt taste lingering in her mouth. As she veered over to the side of the vat, she couldn’t manage to pull herself out. The chains on her limbs caused tearing pain in the most intimate of places, even with her increasingly desperate scramble on the side of the container her attempts proved futile.