Over half a century ago, and extraterrestrial craft exploring the solar system for another world to colonize developed a malfunction and crashed into a tropical sea on Earth,  Being substantially damaged, the inhabitants of the ship were unable to inform their symbiotic mother ship, Brane, about their condition and about the details of the new world.  Having suffered significant casualties and damage, the craft was slowly repaired while Earth inhabitants, humans, were sporadically abducted and converted to their kind biologically, to replace the number initially lost.  While undergoing repairs of their ship, the extraterrestrials collected and stored data while the mother ship patiently waited for their return in the outer solar system.  After becoming completely functional decades later, the star ship and its members reported their exciting findings to Brane, which subsequently forwarded and aided in the passive invasion and rapid colonization of the new world.  Swiftly capturing, converting, and utilizing several hundred humans at random for their own benefit and raising suspicions of their presence, the extraterrestrials were now ready for mass colonization of the Earth's oceans.  However, by increasing their number and influence throughout the new world, they knew more resistance to their plans by the humans would in time be inevitable.

          On a warm sunny day in the Bahamas, about everybody had fun in some way or another, and because of the warm clear water surrounding the islands, it was used extensively for many activities.  The inhabitants of the small islands had heard by now that the water was much less safe than before, but such warnings here were regarded as trivial, considering how much of it there was all about.  After all, the water largely governed the country's economy.  For most people, the water was fun and relaxing, and for others, it was their business and challenging.  For a few though, it was unexpectedly dangerous and foreboding.  

          On a rather small boat off one of the small islands, two people were preparing for business -- one for the expected and another for the unseen and unexpected.  Although both were well-prepared, they still felt apprehensive about anything that might go wrong despite the countless odds in their favor.  The business would be over shortly, but it was challenging in its own way.  All they could do, they knew, was do it and hope for the best.  

          "Well, Jocelyn, I know Aimee's out there ready and waiting for you.  Are you ready for her?"  

          She had just finished removing her light underwear, to reveal her bronze bikini-clad body, and replied, "About as ready as I'll ever be.  I hope I can make it to shore before she gets me, Cliff."  

          "Don't worry, dear.  That's less than a mile away, and you are an excellent swimmer.  Besides, I'll at least try to keep up with you."  

          He gently rubbed his fingers down her cheek and straightened out her long, silky brown hair, before she responded correspondingly by kissing him softly on the side of the face.  "Thanks for the encouragement," she said.  "I'll need it."  

          While she smiled at him, he complemented her beauty by saying, "It's when you kiss me that I'm especially glad you have such a big mouth with large luscious lips, big attractive eyes, and tender -- "

          She giggled and said, "C'mon!  Flattery won't get me to shore or improve my swimming abilities."  

          "You're right," he conceded.  "We'd better get this over with before your pretty face gets wrinkles.  Good luck."  

          He put on his mask, with the rest of his SCUBA gear, before watching her tall shapely form dive off the back end of the boat and plunge into the clear turquoise-blue water, barely disturbing the glass-calm surface.  He watched her skillfully do the crawl stroke toward the distant white sandy shore for a few seconds before following her.  

          Aimee was a dark-skinned woman native of the Caribbean waiting underwater for Jocelyn.  She was also very shapely, buxom, and an excellent swimmer.  However, unlike Jocelyn, she was completely equipped with SCUBA gear, watching carefully for her overhead.

          It was only a few short minutes later when she faintly heard her approaching, and with the water so clear and wearing a large wide-vision mask, she saw her shortly.  Cliff was following her from about twenty meters away; both were about five meters above her.  She knew what she would have to do.

          The dark-skinned predator watched Jocelyn briefly before approaching her.  Like a shark, she focused her attention directly on the graceful swimmer, carefully watching and faintly hearing her exhale and move through the water above.  Her lovely body bobbed slightly on the surface each time she stroked and exhaled; she could not see her opponent through the obscuring bubbles and blurriness below.

          When Jocelyn was about halfway to shore, she briefly rested and tread water lazily.  She knew Cliff was nearby but didn't know exactly where.  Although she was not very tired, she straightened her long wet hair and let the sun warm her face.  What she did not know was that her opponent was right below and behind her.  

          Aimee slowly and silently approached her prey, carefully following her movement and keeping behind her.  As the resting woman slowly moved her long legs together, her voluptuous body, covered only with a white bikini, bobbed upward.  She took a deep breath finally, and as she was about to continue swimming, she was swiftly and suddenly attacked.  

          Aimee quickly grasped her ankles when they came together and pulled Jocelyn's weightless form beneath the surface with little difficulty, her long hair trailing upward over her head.  The swimmer was not easy prey though.  She noisily expelled much of her air in a loud but muffled scream from her agape mouth, but before her opponent could pull her down farther and get a better grip, she twisted and kicked free, to struggle up to the surface and replenish her air.  

          In the brief time Jocelyn was at the surface, she wondered where Cliff was before quickly being pulled under again.  This time, Aimee pulled the taller woman down harder and faster.  However, her buoyancy suggested to her that she was able to get in another deep breath of air.  Shiny bubbles streamed out of her nostrils as she emitted a short moan.  She reached upward and immediately began struggling, but Aimee was not about to allow her to reach the surface again.  

          Jocelyn desperately struggled for the surface, but she was easily tugged deeper by Aimee, who was much better coordinated in her gear.  The struggling woman could faintly see Cliff's blurry image relatively nearby.  Wearing a mask, he could clearly see her beautiful form, her face distorted with hysteria.  He had to do his own business and could not help her in the battle with Aimee.  

          In the short time that Aimee released her, she was able to turn around and face her.  The tall woman's eyes were squinting and her lips still together tight; she moved her head rapidly back and forth negatively.  She kicked upward once again, but the dark-skinned woman firmly wrapped an arm around her neck from behind, establishing a better grip accordingly, and forced her downward.  Her other arm greatly thwarted any other resistance.  

          Jocelyn continued to struggle, squirming and erratically moving her long limbs, until she noisily expelled a large gleaming cloud of air bubbles from her large wide-open mouth.  Aimee released her then and let her exquisite form sink slowly downward, still feebly moving.  Aimee had done her job well, with efficiency, and Cliff was very pleased.  

          Jocelyn expelled a few more bubbles of air near the bottom and rapidly kicked upward.  Aimee quickly moved toward the gorgeous ascending woman and gave her much-needed air from her tank, before helping her to the bright surface.  They performed with excellence, and all went well.  

          Cliff also reached the surface seconds after they did and was ecstatic.  "That was wonderful, Jocelyn!  Good job, Aimee!  We'll all be impressed when you see these pictures.  Your drowning act looked very authentic," he added. "Will you two be ready tomorrow?"  

          "Of coarse, honey, if you buy us a good supper this evening," Jocelyn said after winking at Aimee.  

          "You two drive a hard bargain, but very well.  I would enjoy that very much."

          "Good!" she said again.  "Now, what have you got in store for us tomorrow?"

          He smiled sinisterly and replied, "That's for me to know and for you to find out.  Just be ready and look your best then and . . . for supper this evening.  Now, let's get back to the boat."  


Continued to Pt. 2.