Nude in Pool
Copyright© 2026 by kushielinkl
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A predicament in a university swimming pool where Zoey lost her clothes and now have to find a way to get back her modesty
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa Coercion Reluctant Fiction Humiliation Gang Bang Exhibitionism Public Sex ENF AI Generated
Zoey adjusted the straps of her new swimsuit, the fabric feeling unusually thin against her ample curves. At 20 years old, she was the envy of her university circle—her full, heaving breasts strained against any top she wore, drawing glances wherever she went. Her friends, a tight-knit group of girls who’d always masked their resentment with smiles, had surprised her that afternoon at the campus pool. ‘Bet you can’t beat me across the length,’ one of them, Mia, had taunted with a grin, holding up the sleek black one-piece they’d ‘gifted’ her. ‘Prove you’re as fast as you are hot.’
Eager to show off, Zoey had slipped into the suit in the locker room, oblivious to the way it clung a bit too slickly to her skin. The pool shimmered under the fluorescent lights, empty except for their little group. She dove in with a splash, her powerful strokes cutting through the water as the race began. Laughter echoed from the sidelines, but Zoey was laser-focused, arms slicing forward, legs kicking furiously. She touched the far wall first, surfacing with a triumphant gasp, water streaming down her face and over the swell of her chest.
‘Ha! Told you!’ she called out, turning back toward the starting point. But the deck was empty. Her towel, clothes, phone—everything gone. Panic flickered as she scanned the area, then climbed out, the cool air raising goosebumps on her exposed skin. That’s when she felt it: a strange looseness, the fabric sagging. She glanced down, heart slamming against her ribs. The swimsuit was unraveling, dissolving like sugar in water, threads fraying and melting away before her eyes. In seconds, it was nothing but a puddle at her feet, leaving her utterly bare.
Zoey’s hands flew to cover herself, one arm across her heavy breasts that jiggled with the motion, the other shielding the dark thatch between her thighs. Her nipples, pert from the chill, peeked through her fingers, and she could feel the heat of humiliation flooding her cheeks. ‘Guys? This isn’t funny!’ she shouted, voice cracking, but only silence answered. They’d planned this—her so-called friends, seething with jealousy over the attention she effortlessly commanded. Now she was stranded, naked as the day she was born, in the vast, echoing university pool.
Worse, she remembered the schedule posted by the door: the men’s swim team had booked the lane for practice in ten minutes. Her mind raced—hide? Run? But the locker room door was locked from the outside, her key with her stuff. The pool area was surrounded by high windows, no easy escape without crossing the open deck. She pressed against the tiled wall, breath coming in shallow bursts, her body on full display to anyone who might walk in. The thought sent a twisted shiver through her, equal parts dread and an unwelcome spark of something darker, her pulse throbbing low in her belly.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway—early arrivals? Zoey froze, heart pounding like a drum. The door creaked open, and in walked three guys from the team, towels slung over shoulders, chatting casually. Broad-shouldered and toned from endless laps, they were the campus jocks everyone whispered about. ‘Whoa, pool’s already occupied?’ one laughed, spotting her immediately. Their eyes widened, locking onto her crouched form, tracing the curves she couldn’t fully conceal—the generous swell of her breasts heaving with each panicked breath, the way her thighs pressed together in futile modesty.
Zoey squeaked, curling tighter, but there was nowhere to go. ‘I—uh—my friends ... they took my stuff!’ she stammered, voice trembling. The tallest one, with a cocky grin and swim trunks hugging his hips, stepped closer, his gaze unapologetic. ‘Looks like you’re in a real bind, sweetheart. Need a hand? Or maybe ... something else?’ His buddies chuckled, the air thickening with tension. She was trapped, exposed, her body betraying her with a flush that spread from her chest downward. The humiliation burned, but beneath it, a forbidden thrill stirred—what would they do next? Demand she explain? Make her beg for cover? Or turn this predicament into something far more intimate?
As the rest of the team filtered in, whistles and murmurs filling the space, Zoey’s terror twisted into a whirlwind of vulnerability. She was theirs to see, to judge, to perhaps claim in this watery domain. The clock ticked down, her options vanishing like the swimsuit had.
Zoey’s heart hammered against her ribs as the swim team captain sauntered forward, his broad frame cutting through the cluster of teammates who had gathered like wolves around fresh prey. He was built like a statue—rippling shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his swim trunks riding low on his hips, hinting at the power coiled beneath. Dark hair slicked back from a recent shower, and eyes that gleamed with authority as they raked over her trembling form. She huddled against the pool’s edge, knees drawn up to her chest in a desperate bid to shield her lush figure, but it only accentuated the way her full breasts spilled over her arms, nipples hardening against the cool tile.
‘Sorry, miss,’ the captain said, his voice smooth and commanding, laced with a smirk that made her stomach twist. ‘This pool’s ours for the next two hours. Booked and paid for. You’ll have to clear out.’ He crossed his arms, muscles flexing, as if her predicament was just another lap to conquer.
Clear out? Zoey blinked through the haze of panic, her mind reeling. She was stark naked, every inch of her exposed skin prickling under their stares—the curve of her hips, the soft mound between her thighs she clenched shut, the heavy sway of her chest with each ragged breath. Her dorm was a twenty-minute trek across campus, past the bustling quad, the library steps swarming with students, and the main gate where security lounged. No clothes, no phone, no nothing. The thought of parading through that gauntlet bare as a babe sent icy dread coiling through her veins.