Take what's yours.

Releasing her hair, you run your hands across her body as she kneels beneath you in the water, bent slightly backward to look up at you. She shudders at your touch, but doesn't move, her hands clenching and unclenching in the water. You stroke her neck, her shoulders, the tops of her breasts. You can feel the firm edges of her muscles beneath her skin as your hands wander across her back. Kneeling behind her as she continues to gasp and kneel rigidly, you knead her breasts, ever so smooth and slightly lighter underwater. She hisses as you grip a nipple in your fingers, but holds her position, chest heaving less now, head locked straight in front of her. You keep moving around her, stroking her hair, her tits, tracing the strong lines of her muscles. As you move back in front of her, you raise her up in the water, now gripping her firm, muscular thighs from beneath, caressing her buttocks. An errant finger wanders towards her ass hole and she clenches tighter, if that's possible.

Finally, you lift her hips up, straddling her in the water. You slide into her and she makes the tiniest exhalation of breath as the anticipated moment has arrived. Supporting her with one hand, you push her torso back into the water, slipping her deeper into the liquid as you slip deeper inside her. Her rigidity helps her float; her fists are still clenched at her sides, and if you couldn't bounce a pebble off those abs, you'd be astonished. Slowly you begin to move in her, enjoying the leisurely pace that her catatonic passive-resistance allows. Her sex is as tense as she is, tight and quivering slightly from the hold she is keeping on herself. You begin to move faster as you feel yourself approaching your peak, now pulling her hips up and down as you push into her. Her breasts bob gently in the water, her hair making traceries on the surface. Finally you climax and again she offers only a minute breath, barely audible. As you slip from her and your seed spills out into the water, you suddenly strike her as hard as you can in the stomach, driving all the air from her lungs. Instantly you freeze her muscles, preserving her in her least buoyant state, and thrust her once again under the water. Holding your mental grip on her, you allow only her thoughts to show her instantaneous panic as she settles to the bottom of the pool, imprisoned and suffocating. You climb angrily from the pool and rise to stand on the edge, staring vengefully at her paralyzed form through the ripples of the water's surface. For long moments you vent your anger on her, until finally you realize you're about to destroy one of your playthings, possibly the most valuable one of all. You release your hold on her and she reflexively inhales a lungful of water, making a **** lunge for the surface where she coughs and retches for nearly two minutes. Finally her breath returns and she stands gasping, looking you defiantly in the eye from the middle on the pool. A final angry gesture from you hurls her up and out of the pool to strike against the wall and fall ****.

You were right about her, you reflect. You can't beat her on her own. She won this round.